#HE WOULD HAVE HAD SCENES WHERE HE HAS TO LOOK UP FROM BENEATH HIS HAIR

[deviousfatestudio]

gotta have my GORGEOUS SON MY HANDSOME BOY THE ONE WE SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN THE KING OF KINGS THE MAN OF ALL MEN THE FUCKING PRE PRODUCTION STEVE MY LOVE MY HEART

yes. Pre production steve had... a bob. he was the best. he was emo. his hair could be put in a tiny pony tail. THEY TOOK THIS FROM US. THEY DECIDED THAT WASNT ACCEPTABLE.

WE RIOT!

WE RIDE AT DAWN!

LOOK AT THIS BASTARD BOY. MY SON

[webism]

pornstar!toji who is known for being easy with his scenes. he's there for a good fuck and an even better paycheck: it doesn't matter who, or where, or how... if he's being paid he will do it. he doesn't mind getting nasty, and so he's often booked for more exotic scenes. he fucks good, and he fucks a lot.

pornstar!toji who is strapped for cash one week after an unfortunate loss on the horses, and takes the first scene offered to him. a vanilla fuck with a new-to-the-scene pornstar with potential... at least that's what his agent, shiu, tells him. he's confused on what potential he's hinting at until he rocks up ten minutes late to the shoot and lays eyes on you, already naked and on the stage bed. you have a look to you that makes a man like toji feel obliged to drop to his knees.

pornstar!toji who is already harder than he has been in a long time when shiu clarifies that when he called you 'new to the scene' he meant it: this is your first porn shoot. and though you're not a virgin, toji has the honour of taking your first time on camera... and god does he love the thought.

pornstar!toji who is greeted with a small smile and a soft 'hello' from you, shy beneath his gaze as if you aren't naked and soon to be stuffed full of his cock. he watches your eyes shift, from his piercing eyes to his beautifully scarred lip to the gorgeous tone of his body, all the way down to his awfully large cock. he can tell you're nervous, worried about taking all of him on film.

pornstar!toji who isnt good with gentle comforts, but still wants you to feel at ease with him. so, despite his instructions for a simple fuck scene, toji attacks you with deep kisses first, gets you used to the burning heat of his body against yours. and when you're melted enough against his skin he trails down and eats you out for a long twenty minutes. production would try and stop him, but he's already tipsy on your taste and the moans leaving your lips are, frankly, made for porn.

pornstar!toji who revels in the way your back arches off the mattress—he'd accuse you of putting on a show for the cameras if your hips weren't bucking up against his face in an almost primal need. he can taste it on you, the genuine lust, the way you drip wet on his tongue and still grab at his hair for more. and when he gives you more—when he finally slips his cock into you—he can't help himself from groaning out something needy. he's the silent type, letting his costar take center stage, but god can he not keep quiet feeling your walls wrapped around him.

pornstar!toji who has never had an issue with porn before, but with your legs wrapped around his waist, your eyes locked onto his as he pumps in and out of you with white hot need, he finds he hates the thought of anyone else seeing you like this. he's not a possessive man, he shouldn't feel this way, but he does. even the watchful stares of the cameramen piss him off, and he finds his hips moving faster and his cock nestling deeper inside of you just to show them that he's the one pleasing you.

pornstar!toji who can't help but kiss you as you both cum in unison. he ruins the shot, the cameras cant see your orgasm face when he's swallowing your moans like they're sweet wine. he's surprised his pay doesn't get cut for it.

when pornstar!toji does get paid, it's the first cheque in a very long time that he doesn't blow the same night it comes through. because he doesn't have time to go out and waste his money: he's at home fucking his fist to the film you made together and mentally degrading himself for being so pussy whipped. he strokes himself in time with his own thrusts in the video, and tries so desperately to recall your taste on his tongue, but its fruitless. he's agitated and sexually frustrated and keeps reloading your personal pages to see if you've filmed with anyone since him.

pornstar!toji who becomes so lost in his own mind that he starts turning down shoots with other actors—shoots with good pay. he's done everything under the sun, done all the hardcore porn and weird fetish content but now that he's gotten a fresh taste of plain passion sex with you, he can't stomach anything else. he'd say your name, he knows it—and it doesn't help that he hasn't been able to reach orgasm for a week without thinking of you.

pornstar!toji who, after three weeks of pure misery, decides to make a move. he doesn't do dates or romantic nights on the town. he doesn't do flowers or sweet nothings or eye contact even, but he finds himself contacting shiu and threatening the poor man in hopes of your real name, your address, anything.

and you, late one evening fucking yourself on your fingers to the brink of frustrated tears because they're not his cock. even more disgruntled when theres a pounding knock at your front door, and after cleaning yourself up a little you swing it open to find pornstar!toji stood in the rain outside. and you can only take him in—his heavy build and desperate eyes—before he's crashing his lips against yours, walking you into your own home and kicking the door shut behind him.

[slaytheusurper]

⭑ Redamancy ⭑

Masterlist

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Sister!reader

A/N: Based of scene in Domina if ykyk, also don't know if I like this one yet because it was written in the middle of the night :)

Warning: NSFW, 18+ mdni, making out, catching aegon getting sucked, oral (f receiving), vaginal and creampie (ofc).

Summary: During a brief walk at night you catch your eldest brother in a comprimising position with one of the servants. He obviously has to be a good brother and show you what that pleasure feels like.

Word count: 2K

It was a cold, breezy summer night. The temperature finally had dropped after such a scorching day. You twisted and turned in your bed, sleep didn’t come easily to you lately and it was affecting your daily duties. After a while you gave up, throwing the sheets of your body, your long silvery hair fell down your side. Your feet touched the cold stone floor beneath you and you walked over to your chaise, where your robe was draped over.

Maybe a walk would clear your mind. Now clad in your thin white nightgown and robe you slipped in some shoes and opened the door of your chamber. Your personal guard Ser Arryck immediately stood straight and asked where you were heading off to at such a late hour. You explained your insomnia and told him you’d go for a walk around the Red Keep. Nothing to worry about, you wouldn't go out or leave without guards. So you started your walk, shivering slightly at every breeze that flowed through the hallways. 

Deep in thought you didn’t notice you had wandered close to your eldest brother’s quarters, your mind on if you should perhaps alert the maesters of your troubles. But you quickly snapped back to reality when you noticed there were no guards around. How could they possibly leave Aegon’s chambers unguarded at night? Maybe you should check up on him, usually he is quite the night owl and you often went to him when you couldn’t find sleep, sharing some wine and a laugh with him.

You always had a good relationship with your brother, you were the youngest daughter of the King and Queen and one year older than Aemond. He always told you you were his favourite despite his sister-wife Helaena. But you knew Helaena didn’t have much interest in Aegon either. But what you didn’t know was how much Aegon liked you. He always knew he shouldn’t act on his desires, instead taking them out on servant girls and whores at brothels but every time he finished with them it was your name he muttered as he came.Your name he moaned and whined as he fisted his cock at night. 

Tonight was no different, it seemed his desire for you was worse in the summer, when you wore thinner, more exposing dresses to fight off the heat. As you approached his door with your fist raised, ready to knock you stopped at the sounds of soft moaning coming from his chamber. It didn’t sound like he was in trouble or pain but he was clearly awake. Curiosity took hold of you and you opened the door as silently as possible, you didn’t want him to know you were here just yet. Peeking inside you could see Aegon lying on his bed with a servant girl between his legs.

You could hear his soft moaning and groaning as well as the sucking noises of the servant girl. Clearly she was pleasing him, you could feel the jealousy as his panting became more frequent. You don’t know what came over you but you silently opened the door to fully reveal yourself. Aegon's eyes snapped to your barely clothed frame and made eye contact with you. Sitting up straighter his hand held the servant girl in place. The erotic sight of him, getting pleased while looking at you made you pant along with him. Your breath shortening as his mouth opened to speak, but he didn’t. 

Only moans left his pretty lips and they grew louder the longer he looked at you. Your chest heaving as you could feel the pleasure yourself. Thighs becoming wet, pressing them together for relief. Never had you felt this way. Aegon started to almost choke on air as he gave out some final groans. Then stammered out your name as he finished inside the girl’s mouth.

You finally realised what was happening and turned on your heels to run back to your chamber. The amount of times your mother had warned you about the sins of pleasure whirling through your mind. When you had reached your chamber Ser Arryck bid you goodnight as you went to sleep that night with an ache between your thighs. 

The next couple of days were filled with tension and shame. You felt like everyone knew what happened, what you had witnessed. Of course this wasn’t true but you were terrified of what Aegon was thinking. It also didn’t help that your mind uncontrollably went back to that night. The sounds he was making sounded so heavenly. And you couldn’t help but picture yourself in the servant's place.

Four days later it was another cool summer night. You were reading in bed with some candles still lit so you could make out what was written on the pages. You stopped mid sentence as you could hear chattering outside your door. Oh no, Aegon…and? Ser Arryk? This couldn’t go well. Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of some soft knocks on your door. “Come in.” You softly called out. 

Aegon stepped inside your chamber, a chalice of wine in one hand and two cups in his other with of course a big grin on his face. Like he always had when wine was nearby. “What did you say to Ser Arryk?” You were too curious not to ask. “Nothing to worry about sister, just if he could leave us a private moment. For some well needed…sibling time.” Aegon smiled as he put the cups down on your side table and immediately filled them. 

A content sigh leaving his lips as he brought a cup over to you. Grabbing his own as well, he joined you on your bed. Of course your mind instantly had to go back to that night. “Aegon I-” He cut you off before you could say more. “Don’t.” He looked hungrily at your chest. “You know what you saw- and heard. And I know what I saw, I saw how you looked at me, how it turned you on.” He smiled and took a big chug of his wine. 

It encouraged you to drink some as well. Knowing that the alcohol would make this easier. It always seemed to be for Aegon. “However I would be willing to bet you don’t even know what that means. But you know what pleasure means, don't you sweet sister?” He put his cup on the side table and went to sit closer to you. Putting your wine cup aside yourself, you also closed the book laying in your lap. “I guess I do. But it is a sin, mother said so. Septa Luelle said so.” 

You didn’t even look at him. Book now on the side table as well. “Did they now? And what would they know about us Targaryens? We don’t answer to gods nor men. We do whatever we want. So if we want to give each other pleasure, we will.” He pulled the covers of your legs and moved next to you. His hand grazing your lips as he made you look at him. Both of your breathing getting heavier.

Finally he gave in and forced his lips on yours. Both drunk on wine and desire. You tried to keep up with his movements but after a while you could feel his wet tongue sliding across your bottom lip. Not quite catching up on what he wanted, he caressed your breast through your thin nightgown. And as expected, you gasped which gave him a perfect excuse to entwine his tongue with yours.

With some time you got a better grip on how he wanted you to kiss him. How to mimic his movements and find your own rhythm. His hands were starting to wander more, getting more impatient by the minute. He parted his lips from yours, allowing the both of you to catch your breath. “Do you know how many times I had to pay extra to get a silver haired whore. Just so I could pretend I was fucking you? But now, you are finally mine to ruin.” He rasped.

He positioned you to lay down as he himself got on top of you. You could feel something hard poke your thighs. Aegon mouthed and nipped at your neck, desperate to touch every inch of you. “Let me show you exactly what it felt like, let me show you true pleasure.” He groaned in your neck, hands already busying themselves with hiking up your nightgown and removing your smallclothes.

Aegon's lips went down and as he got closer to your already slick cunt, the more you felt like you were about to explode. The effect this man had on you was beyond words. No man could ever make you feel this euphoric and he knew it too. He wasted no time in devouring your cunt, lapping and sucking at your core. Making you gasp in shock, this new sensation was so mind numbing and electric, that you couldn’t even think about who could hear you outside your door.

“Aeg- please- it feels so weird-” You panted out as Aegon had no intention of stopping. He flicked his tongue faster over your clit and you had to grip the sheets beneath you to feel some type of control. The only things coming out of your mouth now were chants of your brother's name and moans. 

Mere moments later, he added a finger inside you. Your tight cunt sucking him in deliciously, making him groan at the thought of putting his cock inside you. With his expert finger and tongue he had you screaming his name in a final plea and made you see the heavens themselves. 

You were trying to calm down, to process what just happened. But Aegon was ever impatient and removed his clothes as fast as he possibly could. When he had also removed his small clothes, you finally really laid your eyes upon him. His chest was a perfect mix of muscled with a little belly from all the wine. But what made your eyes widen was what hung between his legs- or rather stood. 

“That is my cock, my love. And it will make you and me both feel so much pleasure.” Aegon grinned as he saw your lips curl into a smile. It was thick and veiny, precum dribbling from the tip. “Please Aegon, take me. I can’t wait any longer.” He captured your lips with his as he held his cock by the base so he could guide it inside you.

His tip sliding through your folds to find your entrance. He groaned at the sensation, his tip entering your tight hole. You grimaced at the feeling, it wasn’t extremely painful but wasn’t pleasant either. “It will feel better in a moment, I promise. I would never hurt you.” He kissed your lips at that and slowly slid deeper inside you. Not being able to control his own moans. 

He stilled at the hilt and waited for your cunt to accustom to his thick size. He never stopped kissing and assuring you. For such a lust filled, drunken prince he was awfully kind to his favourite sister. Once he got the okay from you he started to slowly move, hissing at the feeling of your walls around him. He had never felt more blessed and happy in his life.

As your moans grew as well he started to lose composure, pounding into you faster and harder. Chanting your name while he buried his face in your neck. Your own arms wrapped around his back as your legs wrapped around his lower back and ass. Letting out stuttered moans and gasps yourself. “I’m not going to last long in your perfect cunt sister-” He groaned. The vibration of his voice against your neck adding to the sensation. 

And he was right, mere moments after his movements faltered and he filled you with his cum with one last moan of your name. The white spend filling you up. He gave two more soft thrusts to really empty himself and then rolled off of you. Letting out a content sigh, he looked at you. Your silver hair splayed out, still a fucked out expression on your face. And he never thought you more beautiful.

[drunk-person]

Training Yard

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader

Summary: One of Y/n's most common habits is admiring her husband's training every day. On a particularly hot day, the jealousy of the other ladies makes her achieve everything she has been dreaming of for a long time..

WARNING: 18+ mdni! Smut, p in v, swords being used inappropriately, jealousy sex, dom/sub tones if you squint, no description for reader.

Word cont: 2.800 k

Author's note: Okay, I think those gifs and images with a special focus on Aemond's sword changed the chemistry of my brain, and from that change this one short was born. English is not my first language so be kind if you can.

When Y/n was promised to Aemond and traveled with her family to Kings landing to meet him the first time she saw him was at the training camp. He was brandishing a sword and fighting like a demon. The look of concentration on his face, the way he moved fluidly, the sweat that dripped down his forehead, all of it caught Y/n's attention and made her thighs press together in a way she hadn't understood at the time.

Even in her homeland when the marriage was announced, everyone told her that Prince Aemond was a great warrior, but nothing had prepared her for that. It didn't take long for both of them to get married and gradually build their own daily routine. Y/n, just as her husband woke up very early, and they both had breakfast together, soon after Aemond left for the training yard. And Y/n couldn't even say when it became such a recurring habit to watch her husband training every morning. But she could definitely say that it was one of her favorite parts of the day.

Y/n now knew what that pressure between her thighs meant when she saw her husband in the training yard. She knew even better. And even after almost twelve moons of marriage, she still felt the same feeling whenever she saw him. Today in particular the day was particularly hot, as it was the middle of summer, and even though she was wearing a lighter dress Y/n could still feel the sweat running down between her breasts and down her back as she fanned herself with a fan.

She admired her husband's every move downstairs as he fought with Sir Criston, and she couldn't help but bite her lip gently as she watched him grip the hilt of his sword tightly. Y/n could see that Aemond was sweating wearing all those layers of clothes, his silver hair was damp with sweat, and it was to her great surprise that he had an attitude that she would never have expected. He took off his doublet and opened the thin shirt he was wearing underneath, she sighed when he saw the scene, but the contentment soon passed when she noticed that the other ladies of the court were looking at her husband like hungry dogs would look at a piece of meat.

Y/n gritted her teeth angrily as she held tightly to the wooden support of the balcony, as she thought about how lovely it would be to be able to throw one of them from above. And with her eyes sparkling, she barely waited for the fight to end before going down to the courtyard and approaching where Aemond was.

As soon as Aemond disarmed Sir Cole, causing his sword to be thrown a long distance, and placed his own sword against the older man's throat, the audience applauded happily. But no Y/n, she was smarter than doing something so trivial. And with that in mind she pretended to drop the green fan with gold embroidery that she used to fan herself and relieve the heat.

Aemond immediately bent down, picking up the fan from the floor and handing it into her hands, touching her skin in public even if quickly as he placed the fan back between Y/n's hands.

— Thank you very much husband. — She spoke softly, looking at him from beneath her long eyelashes, already opening the fan again, while she gently bit her lip.

—You're welcome wife. — He replied, looking lightly at the drops of sweat that fell down his wife's neckline, when she intelligently guided his gaze there using the fan. —I see that you are also feeling very hot.

—Well, I told you not to go out in such heavy clothes today, if you had listened to me maybe you wouldn't be walking around practically naked in public. — She spoke only for Aemond to hear, curving his eyebrows and wrinkling his nose, while he looked at her with that ironic smile that made her want to jump on him, to kill him or other things.

—I'm going to retire to our quarters, my prince, the weather is very hot. — And she turned around, closing the fan and walking away without even looking back, already knowing that it wouldn't be long before he would follow her to the bedroom. Aemond always got a little wild after training, with her teasing him he knew he would want her.

As she passed the court ladies, Y/n made a point of smiling arrogantly before heading inside the fortress. Aemond was her husband, only hers and no one else's. And still with her body tense with jealousy and desire, she entered the dark corridor to get to her own rooms faster. But before she could walk two meters she felt someone covering her mouth with their hand while pulling her firmly around the waist. Y/n screamed muffledly as she struggled, until the soft voice came in her ear.

—Easy, my princess.

Hearing Aemond's voice her whole body instantly relaxed, even as he dragged her into an even darker corner and pinned her firmly against the wall of a cramped alcove.

—What did you think you were doing? — He spoke with an irritated voice against her hair while holding her. — Looking at me like that in public, practice begging me to fuck you.

—Well, maybe I wanted to show some unsuspecting people that Prince Aemond has already been married for almost a year before they jump on you! —Y/n practically growled the words in annoyance, and it became even worse when she felt Aemond laughing against her neck.

—So that's what this is about? —He asked in a mocking voice. — Jealousy.

—I'm not jealous. — She replied grumpily, still pressed against the wall.

—Oh no, you are burning with. — He smiled at the realization.

—You know that my only eye is only for you, wife. — He said kissing her neck from behind. — Just for you.

—You think I don't see the way you look every morning when you watch me train. — He whispered, nibbling on her neck. — That I don't watch the way you bite your lip every time I grip the sword hilt. — He bit her earlobe as he said that while pressing himself against her clothed ass, making her gasp.

And without warning he pulled the strings of her dress violently while Y/n's eyes widened in shock as they were almost in the middle of a hallway. The flowing dress fell at her feet and Y/n felt herself blushing for being practically naked in that place.

—Aemond, what if someone shows up? —She spoke fearfully.

—Should you have thought about that before. —He said, pulling her small clothes down and stripping her completely naked while he trailed wet kisses down her back. Suddenly she felt Aemond turn her around and push her in the other direction, lifting her off the floor and sitting her on a small sideboard, knocking over a vase that was previously on top.

—Aemond! —She reprimanded him, but was interrupted when he pressed his lips to hers while holding her thighs, caressing them and keeping them open. He trailed kisses from her lips to her neck, and from her neck to her soft breasts where he feasted on licking and sucking like he knew Y/n liked. And little by little, the caresses that were on her thighs moved up towards her throbbing core, which panted in anticipation every time Aemond's fingers got closer to where she needed him most.

—Husband… —She whimpered when he rubbed two fingers against her wetness.

—So wet for me. — He said, looking down at her, still paying attention to her breasts.

—I need you inside me. — She begged with a needy voice while Aemond slowly massaged her pearl, and she saw the gleam of malice in his eyes as he shook his head.

—No, you don't deserve to get what you want. —Aemond gently pinched her pearl, making her moan and lightly bite her own hand to muffle the noise. — You were such a negligent wife, leaving in the middle of my training, making me have to drop everything and come to you.

—No, you deserve something else. — He said, pulling her and making her almost scream in surprise as he turned her around and leaned over the small sideboard.

Y/n listened as Aemond unbuckled his belt and raised her eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what he would do. But the realization came soon after when she felt something cold against her hot and wet intimacy, panting immediately afterwards.

—I noticed some time ago the way you always look at my sword when you think I'm not looking. — Aemond said while lightly brushing the handle of the sheathed sword against Y/n's intimacy, who pressed her eyes firmly while biting her lips in disbelief that this was really happening.

And without warning he penetrated the first part of the handle into her wet pussy, making her squirm with pleasure and bite her own arm to keep from moaning when she felt the cold metal against her hot skin. Aemond watched ecstatically as the rounded part of the handle was swallowed whole while Y/n moaned and panted with pleasure, he waited a few moments before pushing the rest in and no longer moving it letting her adapt to the size, while he smiled at the sight of his wife squirm, leaking more and more against the handle of the sword.

—Husband… —She begged, looking back with her face wet with tears and her lips red from biting them so much. — Husband, please. —Aemond smiled maliciously, but did not move the sword even an inch. —Aemond, I'm begging you. — She cried rubbing herself against the hilt of the sword.

—Look at you, my dear wife. —He said caressing her moist lips with his finger. —Begging like a real whore.

Y/n immediately nodded, leaning towards him for a kiss, which Aemond didn't have the courage to refuse. And in the middle of the wet and breathless kiss he moved the handle of the sword, thrusting firmly against Y/n's pussy, making her almost scream against his lips while digging her nails into her husband's neck. Aemond smiled against her lips and little by little he picked up speed, in a constant back and forth that made Y/n shiver with pleasure and lose control about one's own body.

She felt like she was going to collapse at any moment, the feeling of the metal filling her making her feel things she had never imagined before. The wet, filthy sound filling the air and the idea of ​​anyone walking by and seeing Aemond doing this to her made her even wetter if that was possible. Heat flooded her entire body and the smell of sweat filled the small alcove at that moment. Y/n did her best to remain silent, but it was almost impossible not to moan her husband's name and beg him to give her more, feeling on the verge of climax.

—Maybe you want them all to listen. — Aemond spoke in a hoarse and low voice close to her ear while sucking her earlobe. —Let them all hear you moan like a little whore while I fuck you with the hilt of my sword.

Y/n couldn't take it anymore, it was like everything inside her broke at once and she came against the hilt of her husband's sword shaking and whimpering as she squirmed and tried to hold on to the small sideboard. Her legs were shaking like jelly and she could barely stand, the feeling of her husband pulling the sword hilt out of her almost made her scream from overstimulation.

Aemond smiled with satisfaction as he pulled the hilt of the sword from inside Y/n, seeing it covered in the white fluids and liquids that came from his wife's pleasure, he never failed to be impressed by the fact that she became even more beautiful destroyed with pleasure. And still smiling, admiring the mess between her legs, he untied the drawstrings of his pants and pulled his own dick out, stroking it a few times and then rubbing it against her moist folds.

Y/n thought she was going to faint from the feeling of being filled again, but now completely. She was so sensitive after her first orgasm that it was as if Aemond was everywhere, and she couldn't help but grind against him for more.

—Always so good and eager for me.— Aemond praised her as he fucked her harder and harder and caressed her hips and breasts. —Such a good and wet cunt.

—You don't need to be jealous, wife, the only one I live for is you, no one else. — He said, sucking her neck and leaving a kiss there while Y/n whimpered and agreed, looking for his lips anxiously.

The two kissed eagerly and Aemond gained even more strength in his thrusts, and when Y/n was on the verge of orgasm again, footsteps sounded in the hallway and Aemond stopped his movements while covering her mouth, signaling for his wife to stay quiet.

Aemond then took advantage of the pause by withdrawing from inside her and turning her to face him and when the steps were far enough away he kissed her again hungrily, and already penetrating her once again with force. Y/n in turn brought her hands to his face, pulling him more and more towards her, wanting to feel every little part of him against her, and she barely noticed when the eye patch fell to the floor, only noticing when they both separated from the kiss. and the shine of the sapphire was present in the dark alcove, making her sigh with contentment at the sight.

—Husband, I want you so much. — She sighed, pulling him into another kiss, feeling closer and closer to the edge with each thrust from Aemond, and feeling him accelerate, she came against his cock, crying and moaning while putting her head in the gap between his neck and shoulder.

—I love you husband, I love you so much. —She whimpered, leaving kisses on his neck, and hearing his wife say those words while feeling her pussy milking him, Aemond came deeply inside her, shuddering and calling his wife's name with his face contorted with pleasure.

Y/n made a point of lifting her head to see the scene before her, in her opinion there was nothing as beautiful in that world as Aemond's face, the only thing that could compare was Aemond's face after the climax.

She caressed his face gently while she felt him massaging her waist with his fingertips still inside her, both still panting, a few moments later Aemond came out of her and lovingly helped her get dressed.

—I'm going to retire to our quarters, husband. —Y/n said visibly tired, and at the same moment Aemond's look changed and he shook his head.

—Oh no you won't.—He said holding her face between his hands firmly looking her in the eyes while speaking in a slightly hoarse voice. — Now you're going to go back there, sit like the obedient and devoted wife you are with my seed running down your legs and watch the rest of the training, knowing that my sword is full of your cunt juice.

—But husband... — She said with wide eyes.

—As I've told you a few times, wife, we must think about the consequences before acting. —He said, replacing his eye patch and fixing his own clothes with a smile.

—If you're lucky, there will only be you up there at that time.

He then fastened the belt with the sword back around his waist and Y/n could see the hilt still glistening with her fluids, and felt her face burn with embarrassment.

—I will never need a tournament favor again as long as I carry this sword. —Aemond said mockingly, looking at her and Y/n rolled her eyes angrily, since her husband didn't even participate in tournaments.

[heesimp]

omg YES PLS WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THAT IDC HOW IMMORAL IT SOUNDS ILL EAT IT UP

don’t cheat obviously. but send me fictitious cheating scenarios 😋 the dirtier, nastier and more taboo, the better.

warnings: infidelity, creampie.

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“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you, yeah.”

Sunghoon’s mouth attaches to your nipple and doesn’t stop his dick from pushing in and out of your wet, swollen pussy. His hair is a mess the more you rake your fingers through his strands to keep his head level with your breasts for him to suck on. The soft purple love bites around your nipples decorate your skin like artwork.

“What’s crazy is leaving your girlfriend alone just because I said I was horny.”

“You requested a second hotel key and gave it to me for a reason.” He pushes his cock until it’s buried so deep inside of your cunt and catches your body when you arch up into his, moving his face between your tits until they bounce against his face. “I know you want this just as much as I do.”

The blanket that attempted to conceal your dirty affair in has long since fallen off of Sunghoon’s back. With your legs spread impossibly wide and pussy wet and presented in front of him, it was hard to keep him from fucking into you as if his dick was a magnet being pulled into your body.

“I’ll never stop fucking your pussy,” Sunghoon promises when he puts your body down on the bed and resumes his deep, slow thrusts. “Doesn’t matter if my girlfriend’s around or not. You call me when you need to be fucked and I’ll do it for you.”

“You make me so wet.” Your desperate confession makes Sunghoon’s balls clench and he nips at your skin when he pulls one leg against his body to caress.

Your friends are all in their respective hotel rooms none the wiser, although neither of you really care if they found out. They all like you better than his girlfriend on the sheer principle that you’re their friend and she’s never made more than a single attempt to befriend them either. But even so, it’s not like Sunghoon would ever stop pining after you, girlfriend be damned. Even if that relationship was expected of him, and even if he had feelings for her for a brief period of time, none of that will ever compare to how he feels when he’s with you.

Sunghoon’s perfectly chiseled body stands in all of his glory when he picks up his body from yours. The sweat coating his skin makes him look like a Greek God and your pussy clenches around him, causing Sunghoon to look down at where the two of you connect. He flicks your clit with his thumb and you moan straight into the air as your body arches.

“Yeahhhh. What a good fucking pussy. So tight and perfect. It’s my favorite.”

Sunghoon bucks his hips faster and rubs your sensitive nub harshly. It makes you cum immediately. “Fuck me, Hoonie! Fuck me, fuck me!”

The bed squeaks loudly beneath the two of you as his hips jolt the springs below and the sound of the wooden headboard banging the walls feels like something straight out of a porn scene. Sunghoon imagines what might happen if his girlfriend were to walk in on him fucking you with such passion and determination to make you cum as many times as you possibly can, and the thought of her standing in the doorway as he pounds into your tight hole brings him closer to the edge.

“I’d make her watch,” he says as he breaks the silence. He keeps his vigorous pace. “I’d fuck your pussy full of my cum but all she’d do is watch me do it.”

“Yes, fuck!”

“Shit—here it comes.”

Sunghoon pulls himself out until only his tip remains and watches the way his dick pulses as his cum exits his body, pumping you with everything he has to offer. It seeps from around him the more he releases and he can’t help but admire the beautiful mess the two of you have created between your bodies.

He pulls out when he’s finished, squeezing the last few droplets right over your creamy folds before letting his balls rest against them. They’re so warm and smooth on top of your clit and the way he continues to jerk his cock despite finishing makes them bounce deliciously against your pussy.

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

OMG no way are you going to write an AU of Daemon's visions at Harrenhal??? I know its AAAAAGES away from where you are in the current story but desperate hos wanna kno ;)

Ask, and ye shall receive!

until i bleed myself dry

Note: This is technically using the characters/characterisation I have established in my terms of endearment series, but really you only need to know that the Reader is Rhaenyra's younger sister and that, instead of marrying Laena, he spent a decade ho-ing it up in Pentos before coming home and getting dazzled by his niece before deciding to wife dat gurl.

WARNING: Please note this is dark, dark stuff. Discretion is advised. Please use your judgement wisely before engaging.

Triggers: graphic depictions of violence, violence against children, character d*ath, MAJOR hallucinations, sexual scenes including visibly underaged character/s.

There is something fucking wrong with this place.

Daemon feels like a skittish child as he withdraws to his chambers, covers drawn up to his neck like the fabric will keep away the very worst of midnight evils. He does not know if the steady drip, drip, drip he hears is in his head or if the stone ceiling is cracked enough to let through the rain. Knowing Harrenhal, he would hardly be surprised by the latter. Still, the noise only serves to speed the racing of his thoughts, turning them fearful as he has not felt since the weakness of his youth.

In this moment, he curses his own doings. If he had stayed his hand—if he had held his tongue—the boy would not be dead, and mayhaps you would not be so wroth with him. He would not be alone in this shithole of a keep a world away, chilled to the bone and miserable as he thinks of you warm and safe in your bed with the children. Without him.

When he finally falls asleep, he dreams.

He knows it is a dream, for he can hear your humming. Soft, sweet, the kind of tune you sing to Daeryx after one of his tantrums. His head lifts from the pillow and he finds himself back in your shared rooms on Dragonstone, eyes finding you in the chair by the hearth. Your hair, unbound, shines like molten amber in the firelight, swaying softly as you tend to business that is concealed from his gaze. Enthralled, he rises, making his way to you.

Drip, drip, drip.

He pauses. That sound… it doesn’t belong here. He calls your name. You ignore him. He moves closer, tentative.

“Come look,” you murmur suddenly, startling him. “Come, kepus.”

His feet move unbidden, out of his control.

Bile pools at the back of his throat, gut curdling at the sight of the boy—the boy—cradled in your lap. You and he are wet with blood, and it drip, drip, drips to the floor, echoing eerily. His eyes are open, face petrified, and Daemon realises that the dark at his neck is not in fact a shadow but a gaping wound, made jagged by the weapon used.

You look up at him, skin shining with sweat and expression exultant. “Look at him, kepus. Look at what you made.”

Memory flashes—he brings his son back down to rest beside his daughter on your lap, two moonshine miracles side by side. “Look at them, kepus,” you whisper, spellbound. “Look at what we made”—and his lungs constrict. You make to lift the child up, but the movement jostles his head off its perch, and it rolls to the ground to stop by his feet. He cannot move. He is frozen, horrified.

You smile, tucking the headless corpse under your chin. Gore pulses against your throat as your chin settles to the yawning maw of the child’s open neck. You rock in your seat, a faint squelch each time your shifting weight disturbs the sodden cushion beneath you.

“I love him,” you whisper, lips pressing to where flesh meets innards. Your mouth comes away red. “I love him so much.”

Daemon awakens with a yell. He swallows once, twice, and then—

He leans over the side of the bed, retching violently. When it is over, he curls up on his side, shaking, staring at his hands. They are wet with blood.

It does not take long for terror to settle in his bones like a longtime companion. It follows him each day, in every waking moment, manifesting in strange visions that he knows—he knows—must be untrue, cannot possibly be real, and yet… And yet. There is a sort of verity in them.

Dark Sister feels like a leaden weight at his hip as he stalks the keep, a reminder of his earlier encounter with Rhaenyra. Only she was not the Rhaenyra he knows, and instead a strange sort of blend of child-queen, the face of the girl peering out accusingly from under her father’s too-large crown, exclaiming all manner of hurt as she stepped from the Iron Throne upon which she perched.

“You put me on that throne. And you love me, and you hate me for it. You created me, Daemon. Yet you are now set on destroying me. All because your brother loved me more than he did you.”

And, without warning, he had taken his blade up in arms and struck off her head, a puppet on strings pulled by another. As her body fell, it morphed into the boy again. Jaehaerys. The child he had murdered. He heard your humming even while Simon Strong’s voice filtered through his unconscious mind, alerting him of the raven that just arrived.

The healer woman’s concoctions have helped little. He still wakes to strange noises, still finds himself stalking after his monstrous one-eyed nephew down the halls, only to find that it is himself he is pursuing. He hears the words you yelled at him in that last great quarrel— “get away, leave before you turn on us and murder us like you murdered that boy”—interspersed with the sound of your screams, and perhaps they are the screams you let out when birthing his children, or perhaps they are screams of a different kind, a version of himself making good on the implication of your words, steel in hand and pursuing his love, his life, his blood—

These figments blur with reality to the point that he becomes unsure of what is before him and what exists only in his head to haunt him. He comes to dread the resting hours, only to find their horrors bleeding into daylight. Whatever strange power has come to roost in his mind serves only to bring him torment.

Perhaps this is why he is not immediately suspicious when he comes face-to-face with you once more.

You stand by the window, the dim light filtering weakly over your bare form. Your back is to him, curls spilling to brush the tops of your buttocks. Their gentle sway—the barest kiss to your skin—is tantalising, and his mouth dries even as he watches your neck crane, sly smile tossed back over your shoulder at him.

“Daemon,” you beckon. Like a cuntstruck fool, he is helpless to resist the call.

His hands settle to the familiar divots of your waist, up and up and up to cup the fullness of your tits. You lean into him, a quiet huff of pleasure escaping as his fingers squeeze and his lips fall unbidden to the slope of your jaw. He inhales deeply, stirred even now by the simplicity of your scent, a throbbing line straight to his groin. You turn in his hold, nose nuzzling against his chin.

“You were right,” you say, eyes shining. “You were always right.”

He is under some enchantment, surely, for he is incapable of coherent speech. All he can do is feel the satisfaction heat his veins, allow it to tug at the corner of his mouth. I knew it, he thinks. I knew her will would bend eventually.

You speak still, even as he backs you toward the bed. “Papa was weak. Rhaenyra is weak. Only you are the true blood of the dragon.”

You shift backward onto the mattress, legs parting invitingly. The split of you opens, revealing flushed folds and the teasing glimmer of want, shining slick for his hungered gaze.

“Fearless”—your hand trails down your belly, fingers tracing around your pearl—“brave”—you venture lower, pressing teasingly at your cunt, your lip caught between your teeth—“strong.”

Daemon drops to his knees before you, tongue licking through the spill and catching on your finger. He bullies it out of the way, arms locking around your thighs as he gluts himself on the sweet tang of you, senses clouding and narrowing to a singular point of existence. You grip his hair, the arches of your feet digging against his back.

“It is not my place to question you,” you breathe, twisting and writhing with his ministrations. He watches your face, enraptured by the toss of your head and the shape of your lips as they form moan after moan. Your release is quick, a final sobbing yelp followed by a flood of slick warmth. When your eyes reopen, they are blazing with reverence. Reverence for him. Your knees flex up, your lower half folded almost to your chest. Your cunt contracts, fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. “I live to serve you, my king.”

His head feels heavy as he rises just barely to crawl over you. He frowns. When he lifts his hand to extricate yours from his hair, he finds not flesh, but cool metal. A crown.

“My king,” you coo below him.

Your surroundings are changed. It is not the meagre offerings of Harrenhal that frame you now, but the sumptuous trimmings of the king’s chambers in the Red Keep, only brighter, more lavish than they ever have been. Jewels sparkle at your throat, in your hair, at your wrists. The sheets are molten gold against your silver-pale, and you wind your hips up at him provocatively, catching his cockhead against your opening.

“You belong on the throne, husband,” you say, fist closing around his shaft and pumping once, twice. You lead him back to the core of you, nudging him just inside. “Uncle. My love. And I belong at your side—at your feet—under your body.”

“My queen,” he gasps, driving forward with a grunt, and oh, he has missed you, missed this, missed the clutch of your walls like a mother’s embrace and the sound of your breathy cries as he plunges deep. Plunges home.

“My king,” you call out, rising into him with unrestrained abandon, precious gems clinking frantically with each fevered hitch of his hips against yours. “My lord. My master. I was made for you.”

“Yes…”

“Chain me to this bed, my king.” Your spine arches toward him, hands grabbing for his own and leading them above your head. He takes this for the encouragement it is, pinning your wrists to the pillow and rutting harder. You shout, elbows flexing to no avail. “Give to me my purpose. Give me your heirs.”

He is helpless to stop the noises escaping his mouth, feral and uninhibited, fucking with near painful intent. You take it all, curving yourself deeper, holding yourself more open so that he may lay claim to his conquest. As only a king can.

“And when I have birthed one,” you say, though now it is more a prolonged keening sound, “give me another. Never stop. Oh! Make me—make me take it—”

He does not know if he is imagining it or if it is happening before his eyes, but he can see it: ruling the Seven Kingdoms, sitting the Iron Throne the way his brother never could, striding down the halls of the keep as the commons bow and scrape to their sovereign, bursting into his chambers after small council to find his queen, to find you where you always are, naked in his bed and belly round and leaking milky white between your thighs, for it is his kingly law that the only part you play here is this, waiting for him to find you and fuck you and fill you and keep you, his little niecewifequeenpet—

He snarls, pulsing and burning. You squeal as he pushes past onslaught and straight to violence, bodies colliding so forcefully that his bones ache and his brain feels like jelly wobbling in his skull. What leaves his mouth can only be bestial in nature now. “I’ll make you—”

“Yes, make me take it until I cannot. Until my cunt is ruined by you.” He feels his end rushing up with every word you wail, his joints locking and grinding and gut roiling with the anticipation of it. “Until my womb is destroyed. Until I bleed myself dry, my king. Only for you.”

“Wha—”

The horror of it escapes him, for it is too late: the release crashes on him like a tidal wave, shoving him below its surface and imprisoning him in its current. He makes a noise like a wounded boar, chasing through the high despite the alarm in his mind, so at odds with the soaring rhythm in his loins.

You laugh, tilting welcomingly to receive him. “Make me bleed, my king. Make me bleed like my mother.”

It is enough to chill the heat in his blood to ice, destroying any semblance of enjoyment. But he cannot stop the unsteady eking out of what remains of his peak. He tries, but he cannot stop.

“No,” he says, a contradiction to the enthusiasm of his flesh prison. “No, no, I cannot. No—”

“What do you mean?” you ask, a strange quality to it. A duality. It crystallises into something comprehensible with every word that comes from your lips. All at once, it is not your voice he hears, but something much higher, younger, blending and overlapping with the cadence he recognises. “You already have.”

He looks down as he makes his final groaning thrusts, only to feel his stomach drop through the floor. Your thighs are soaked in blood, his cock sluicing a path through it all the while. All that flesh covered in red, and he glances up, only to see that you are gone, you are replaced by someone so small, so frightfully small, and he realises you are not replaced, it is you, but it is a you he has not seen for well over ten years, eyes wide and frightened and gleaming like game stuck through by an arrow and taking its final breath.

Daemon rears back, but it is too late. You begin to cry. A dark patch spreads out from underneath your broken body, from where he had torn your fragile opening apart. What have I done? he thinks.

“It hurts, kepus,” you say. “It hurts.”

“I’m sorry,” he chokes out, fixed to stillness by revulsion. “I’m sorry. I never meant to—”

“But you did,” you insist, childish pout despite your obvious agony.

Your hands reach out, and he leans away, too horrified to touch you—and he doesn’t know if it is you or he that he is more afraid of in this moment—but you are not searching through the air for him, no. Instead, a bundled weight is settled in them, and you bring it into the crook of your arms, gripping it as though it is the most precious of objects. You smooth the fabric from the top of it to reveal a tiny head of silver hair. The babe gurgles and roots at your flat chest, absurd and awful.

“This is what you wanted,” you say, eyes filled with betrayal. “Am I going to die now, kepus?”

Your Grace…

He shakes his head, but he is no fool. You are too little to withstand the sheer volume of blood you have lost if the bedding is anything to go by. He feels it stain his legs. He feels it drying on his cock.

“Your Grace?”

“I will, though. I’m too young. You’ve killed me.” The babe begins to suckle, and you cry harder. Your body isn’t built for this task, not yet, not like this. He wants to protest, to tell you that this is not his work, cannot be, for he has and would never do something so foul, so wholly inhuman, that the you he has gotten with child has only ever been a woman grown, but it is like you know his thoughts for you scoff and say, “You’re lying to yourself. I was always too young. You just refused to see it.”

He stares down at you, immobile, unable to even think. The metallic scent of your life leaving you fills the air, floods his nostrils with stinging heat.

“… Your Grace?”

Daemon jolts, blinking. Ser Simon Strong looks back at him. “Is the duck not to your liking, Your Grace?”

All at once, you are gone. The king’s chambers are gone. He is not even within his dank chambers at Harrenhal. Instead, he sits at the table in what passes for the dining hall here, a plate full of food steaming before him. The smell makes him ill.

“There’s also goose, if you’d prefer…”

He swallows, trying to ground himself in the present. Voices waft all around him, but he finds it difficult to pay attention.

“I’m not hungry,” he says shortly. It sounds stronger than he feels.

A pause, and then—

Simon clears his throat, turning to his companions. “I was saying, given the rather dire news…”

Daemon tries to concentrate. He does. He knows the others are speaking of matters of utmost importance. Of  Rook’s Rest, of his nephew, of the war. But his mind can only turn over his encounter—his vision? His nightmare? Or is it merely truth finally unveiled to unworthy eyes?—with you, the last of your words haunting him near to madness.

“I was always too young. You just refused to see it.”

He has grown restless here, revolving between the frustration of securing an army from those who see naught in him but the very worst and the torment of these terrible visions that seek him out at their pleasure, heedless of his duty or desire. Tedium or terror—when he is entrenched in one, he wishes for the other, and there is always a sick sort of irony in the granting of said wishes. In truth, he is able enough to tolerate the resistance of these riverlanders, insulting as it is. The phantasms that pursue him have almost become too much to bear.

What is worse? The accusations from the mouth of a juvenile Rhaenyra, full of admonishments for the way he’d so thoroughly undermined her claim before she ever got the right to exercise it? The condemnations from Viserys, a retracing of steps trod so long ago, brought to life once more and forcing Daemon to relive the very worst of his brother? The boy’s laughter darting through the stone halls, an ominous prelude to the sickening sound of steel sawing through skin and the rolling of his head, landing always at the feet of the one responsible for his fate?

They are all bad enough as they are, but for the simple fact that they do not surprise him. Monster, they call him, and he wears the name well. In most all aspects, he is a monster. But never has he thought himself monstrous to you.

He has come to despise the sight of you here, sometimes docile and worshipful, sometimes angered and raving. Sometimes you appear as a siren come to lure him to iniquity, and like a fool he always falls into the trap. Other times, you are battered, caged, a shell of yourself. No matter how it begins, the end is always the same: bloodied, beaten, fading from the world, and it is always his hands he finds the cause of it in. A new reminder every time of all the ways he has thought of taking you, owning you, keeping you. Always, he thinks to save you—to protect you. Always, he destroys you.

Just as he thinks himself finally driven to the edge of all reason, the Rivers woman beckons him to the godswood.

“When you came here,” she says, “you were a closed fist. You wished to bend the world to your will. But you’ve discovered, I think, that… this world will not be governed. There are omens here for those who seek them.”

She pauses. The air seems to whisper, to creak in the dark. Daemon suppresses the urge to shiver. Her eyes move to him, an odd little quirk to her mouth. Amusement, he thinks. Or pity.

“You do not scoff?” she asks.

How can he, after all he has seen here? He has been brought to the very edge of sanity by these omens. What irony, it is, after the great complaints he has made of superstition in past weeks (and months, and years).

“I’m no longer inclined to,” is his short reply.

She laughs. “I’m pleased to hear it.”

She stops before the heart tree and turns to him, expression solemn.

“Do you wish, then, to learn what is given to you?” The answer must lie in his face, for he cannot do anything but stare, silent, tense. “All your life, you have sought to command your own fate”—she takes his hand—“but today, you are ready.”

Gentle pressure at his wrist, and something in him knows to move past her, to take those final few steps so that he is close enough to make out the details of the face carved into the wood. His arm raises by itself, acting on its own power, or perhaps some higher power, his fingers brushing bark and the hot pulse of… blood? But he has no time to truly question it for—

He is flying—

No—

He is a raven, staring at the face of a pale-haired man with a wine-dark stain on his face and he flies into the forest, towards an army, only there is something wrong with the soldiers, they are blue and their eyes glow ice-cold and their breath is frosted with death and their bodies carry the look of corpses stood upright once more—

And then the dragons are dead, all of them, the ground wet not with water but with blood and he walks through it, falls straight into the ground and he is drowning, steel plate armour dragging him down into the depths and he looks up at the sky—

A red comet bursts through the air, hot like fire, and he sees eggs embroiled in flame, a girl sat in ash cradling the bodies of three newly-hatched dragons, a whisper of a memory on the air, “we are the only ones able to bring the fire to life… It is the secret”—

And he is before the Iron Throne, suddenly silent.

Rhaenyra stands before the seat. Viserys’s crown is in his hands. She moves toward him, down the stairs of the throne. He hears her speak.

“From my blood…”

But she does not finish. A roaring conflagration engulfs her and she screams, twisting and warping before him, burning, only not, because you step from the flames, unburnt, voice mingling with that of your sister’s, a haunting echo.

“… come the Prince Who Was Promised…”

You are before him, taking the crown from his grasp and retracing the steps your sister took, and then you are stepping over a charred body, Rhaenyra, oh gods, and ascending the steps. You sit. You lift the crown. You place it on your head.

“… and his shall be the song of ice and fire.”

He is on his knees now, right on that final step at your feet. He feels the warmth of you as you bend forward, your palm caressing his jaw. You look otherworldly in the shadow, backlit silver and gold and wearing a king’s accoutrements far better than any of your predecessors.

“You know what must happen now, Uncle,” you say gently, kindly. “You know what you must do.”

He bows his head to kiss your ring—the seal of the king—no, the queen—and then wind is whistling in his ears, chilling him to the bone and spraying his hair about wildly, so much so that he can barely hear the words yelled at him by the boy sitting astride Vhagar.

“You have lived too long, nuncle.”

—and he wrenches away, panting, body collapsing before the heart tree like a puppet with its strings cut. The world comes back to him in fragments: the scent of dirt and woodlands, the sharp sting of cold, the ache in his muscles that has since settled like sludge at the bottom of a river, ever-present and persisting. Finally, finally, he withdraws with hands washed clean, free of his many sins.

At last, he has come to the crux of it. At last, he understands.

He sits at the base of the tree, stunned and overcome, as faint words slither on the breeze, a final knell from the liminal space of prophecy. Your name. A cheer.

“Long live the queen! Long live the queen!”

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never leave (nevermind)

18+ mdni. canon compliant sorta kinda. takes place during the events of s4. violent scenes described. r and eddie are exes. reader gets vecna'd. lots of angst.

a/n: i've been writing this on and off for what feels like months and it's definitely noticeable in parts where my writing improves drastically. howeverrr, i've been wanting to write something s4 related for a while bc most of my fics are au's and as fun as they are, the canon material is also v fun (just very difficult to translate into a fic)

8.9k words.

being home for spring break meant one thing; avoiding eddie munson like the plague. 

it wasn’t exactly easy what with being practically neighbours but you’d certainly tried to make yourself invisible around the trailer park. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you hadn’t seen him for eleven months, not even a trace of that wild hair until one friday night when his van screamed down the gravel road, music bleating loud enough for you to hear inside. you’d known it was d&d night, he still held the club at the high school and no doubt would still be in charge of it, even after he eventually graduates. 

you shouldn’t have even looked. it’s not like you wanted to see him. just curious as to why he felt the need to make so much noise so late at night. 

that’s when your eyes saw her, green hawkins high skirt and the fluffy ponytail to match, flouncing out of the van without a care in the world. 

chrissy cunningham wasn’t exactly who you’d imagined eddie would go for. she was prim and proper, wasn’t into smoking weed and talking about ozzy osbourne but pom poms and cheer routines instead. 

it shouldn’t even hurt. 

you’d been broken up for the best part of a year, away to college, living what was supposed to be your best life. 

but it does. 

pangs through your chest in insurmountable waves, rushing to duck down beneath the window before either of them saw you peeking. 

you don’t dare look out again, maybe it was the fear of being caught or more likely for fear of hurting yourself anymore. 

eddie’s single, he can do what or whomever he likes. 

slinking back into the couch, hoping the crackly tv would drown out any of the lingering thoughts. 

a sharp, stabbing sensation rings through your head, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to shut it down. 

only since you’d been back here, in hawkins had you felt it. people always whispered about how this town was cursed, perhaps it was you after all, bringing the bad luck to the innocent people of this shit hole. 

you drag your feet along the corridor to your bedroom, deciding that being buried beneath your blanket was better than constantly punishing yourself with sly glances out the window. 

-

a multitude of fists pummel at your door, sunlight just barely breaking through the clouds as your eyes open. 

nothing in this world could be so important to cause this reaction, especially not at this time of the day. 

you slink to the door, grumbling your way through the trailer. 

the door swings open, revealing a very out of breath dustin henderson and max mayfield, looking frantic as they pant on your doorstep. 

“what the hell? it’s nine am,” you grunt, wondering how the two even knew you were home. 

being with eddie had meant you’d come to adopt the gaggle of kids he played d&d with, driving them to and from games, offering a place to stay when their parents thought they were at each others houses while they were actually fighting monsters. 

the usual. 

the monster stuff was secondary, getting thrown into the deep end last summer after what was supposed to be a shitty mall job to save up for college, had turned into slimy monsters trying to kill you. 

eddie had only really seen the aftermath, the piles of what remained of starcourt on the floor and the cuts that littered your limbs. you had told him that night what had actually happened, terrified that the government were listening at your door, ready and waiting to throw you in jail for speaking about what you’d seen. 

dustin had made it very clear that you had to be careful not to talk too openly about it, delving into the whole world that rumbled beneath your town. 

you weren’t exactly eager to relive that night in the mall, a haze of slobbering monsters and telekinetic little girls. putting it to the back of your mind as some weird fever dream, a symptom of living in hawkins. 

“eddie’s in trouble,” dustin frowns, “is your mom here?” forcing himself into the trailer, max at his heels. 

“no she’s not-” closing the door behind the rude tweens, “i’m sorry- what’d you say?” hoping you’d misheard him. 

he peers down the hall, lousily checking the perimeter, “eddie’s in trouble,” completely serious. 

“and what does that have to do with me?” putting your hands on your hips, hoping to display some sort of authority, though it rendered useless against their stubborn attitudes. 

“remember the mall?” he deadpans, grabbing the phone from your wall as max pulls out a list of numbers. 

“yeah? i’m still not.. why’re you here? you can’t help him at his trailer?” 

dustin sighs, long and exaggerated, “he’s not at his trailer. we don’t know where he is,” aggressively punching in numbers, “and why didn’t you tell me you were back? i thought we were friends!” ever the sarcastic little dweeb you’d always had a soft spot for. 

“i didn’t tell anyone,” shrugging as you slink into the kitchen, deciding that if they were going to stay, you were at least going to need coffee, “i still don’t understand what’s going on!” 

“we’ll explain later,” max yells, fumbling around in her backpack. 

you tut, relieved that the pounding in your head had subsided at least. 

-

you’re somehow roped into driving the two to family video, receiving the details on the drive over. 

cops had swarmed the trailer park by the time you were ready, piling into wayne’s trailer, talking in hushed voices and yelling at anyone that dared to leave their own homes. 

wayne had come back from work this morning to find chrissy cunningham’s body on his floor. limbs broken and her eyes weeping with blood. 

any sane human would assume it was eddie’s doing. he didn’t exactly hold the best reputation in this damned town, but you knew murder wasn’t anything he was capable of. 

“that monster, from the mall,” dustin continues, leaning over the centre console, “that has something to do with this, i know it,” speaking with such confidence that you had no choice but to believe him. 

“how do you know that?” you question wearily, pulling into the parking lot, “i’m not saying i don’t believe you, but how do you know for sure?”

“well,” he buffers, “i don’t, but i’m 99.9 percent certain,” hopping out of the car before you can get another word in. 

you contemplate just waiting in the car for them to be done with whatever the fuck it is they’re even doing. not keen on seeing more people you really didn’t want to. 

you follow them in either way, ducking your head in some half-assed disguise. 

“-dustin!” robin squeals, reaching out to grab his arm, “those are my returns, you dweeb!” 

she and steve turn to you, perfectly in-sync, “when the hell did you get back?” speaking in unison. it’d be unsettling if you hadn’t spent the entirety of last summer with them both. 

you shake your head, “uh..” regretting your decision not to just wait in the car, “a few days ago.”

“and you didn’t tell me?” robin huffs, thankfully distracted with the mess dustin was inflicting upon her store to chastise you too badly. 

“sorry,” you say meekly, picking up the fallen tapes from the floor as a shitty kind of apology. 

she smiles gently at you, before turning back to dustin with a seeding hatred in her eyes, “what are you little nerds even doing here? do you not have anyone else to piss off on a saturday morning?”

“eddie’s in trouble,” dustin repeats for what is probably the thousandth time today, holding the receiver up to his ear. 

“oh eddie?” steve quips, “what’d he do this time?”

dustin holds his finger up to shush him, unloading his rehearsed spiel down the phone to whoever. 

steve looks over to you for some clarity but you just shrug, not really any wiser on what was actually going than he was. 

this goes on for what feels like hours, listening to dustin and max inquire about eddie to each and every person on their call list, just to end up with a dejected frown when absolutely nobody has heard from him. 

“rick,” dustin nods, drumming his fingers against the desk, “rick! he said he was going to meet rick today! d’you know where reefer rick lives?” swivelling in his chair to glare at you. 

“reefer rick?” robin repeats with such disdain, it’d honestly have been nicer if she’d just laughed in his face. 

you shrug, “i don’t know.. maybe?” offering absolutely zero insight whatsoever. 

“you know, you were only together for four years,” he snarls, doing nothing to help his cause. 

“oh i’m so sorry that i can’t remember every single place we went together,” you hiss back. 

dustin eyes the empty computer and you can almost see the lightbulb go off above his head. tapping into the family video system as if he had any right to be here. 

“you’re not supposed to be on that!” robin hollers, reaching for the mouse though his hands are quicker. 

“stop it!” he screeches, typing rapidly into the computer, “jesus christ, how many rick’s are there?” scrolling the plethora of rick names that had appeared. 

he figures it out pretty quickly. 

realising that reefer rick probably wasn’t using the local video rental store to watch sixteen candles or risky business. 

“you know where that is?” he asks steve, tapping the address on screen. 

“uh.. i think so,” steve wavers, squinting his eyes. 

“great,” dustin shoots up, grabbing his backpack without a second thought, “you drive,” pointing at steve, “you follow,” turning to you, giving zero alternative or chance to protest before he’s out the door, tugging at the handle of steve’s car. 

-

you do as he says, obviously. fearing that if he were to be left alone with robin for too long, she might just wring his neck. 

eddie’s nowhere to be found, the house looks empty and his van isn’t here leaving you back at square one. 

“he has to be here,” dustin frets, pointing at the large shed on the other side of the yard, “let’s just have a look.. you wanna find him don’t you?” turning to you specifically. 

a few years ago you would’ve said yes with zero hesitation but now you’re not sure if you even care. the thought of seeing eddie again makes you a little nauseous. not even owing to the fact that he was a potential murder suspect. 

“why’re you looking at me?” you scowl, “i think we should just leave this to the police.”

“no!” stopping dead in his tracks, “they’ll kill him and you know that,” his eyes sharp as everyone falls into silence. 

he was right, as he often is. which makes this all the more irritating. 

you nod, gesturing for him to continue to the rundown shack behind the house. 

there’s nothing in there, at least no signs of one eddie munson. 

it all just seems useless. if eddie had used the neglected brain in his head, he’d be far away 

from hawkins by now. he was nifty enough to survive on his own, you were sure about that. 

steve jabs at the tarpaulin as you peer out of the door and into the quickly darkening night sky, spinning rapidly as the tarp crinkles and something comes flying out. 

eddie. 

with his hands now pinning steve back against the wall, chest heaving with sheer, seething anger. 

only dropping his hold on him when it registers who it actually is, eyes wide and startled. 

a million and one feelings rush through your veins. you hadn’t prepared to actually see him again, to now be stilled by the sight of him locking eyes with you. 

the slow realisation dawns on him, quickly forgetting that he was a wanted man, all encompassed by your presence in this suddenly stifling shed. 

steve gasps for air, breaking the tension and pulling the attention back to him. robin’s quick to soothe his arm while dustin launches into a quick scolding for eddie. 

it’s not long before he moves onto the next phase of his master plan, dragging max to the corner to loudly discuss what they should do. 

“when’d you get back?” eddie asks, leaning against the dusty wood panelling, “i haven’t seen you..” his voice cracks but he’s unwavering. 

good, you thought. though really it was all useless now. 

“couple’a days ago..” picking at the wood splinter on the wall, “when’d you start murdering teenagers?” hoping it wasn’t too harsh of a dig. 

“ha ha,” he deadpans, running his hand over his face, “you don’t think i did it, do you?” worry seeping through his tone. 

you shake your head no, choosing to meet his eyes, a little reassurance that even if you did think he was a loser, you definitely didn’t think he was a murderer too. 

he nods, sighing into his palm, “fuck,” deflated, exhausted by the day he had endured, “they’re gonna kill me,” shrunken into himself, resembling a dejected little puppy. 

“they’re not gonna kill you,” but your voice shakes a little, not unnoticed by eddie. 

“you don’t sound so sure,” he chuckles, turning his gaze to the rotting floorboards. he looked horrible, to put it nicely. the bags under his eyes were dark and his hair an even wilder mess than usual. 

“i’m not really,” refusing to lie to him, even now. 

he looks up again, unwavering melancholy in his eye, “how’d you find me?” 

you glance over at dustin’s busybody, passionately explaining the next steps to an exhausted looking steve, his hands gesturing for a fight. “he tracked down rick’s address from family video and then wouldn’t let us leave until we found you.” 

eddie grin grows, finding the motivation to get himself off of the dirty floor, “yeah.. sounds about right.” 

you’re too close for comfort now that you’re eye to eye, uncomfortably close while your relationship was still so fragile. 

he breaks away first, striding over to dustin, “what’s the plan? i really need you to save my ass, dude.” 

dustin nods, vowing to keep eddie alive, no matter what it takes. 

-

dustin doesn’t hang around. 

the minute the suns risen, he’s pounding on the bedroom door, waking the sleeping pile of limbs you’d collapsed in. 

“i’m gonna kill him.. i’m gonna fuckin’ kill him,” robin grumbles, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, staring daggers at the door. 

“eddie’s not answering!” he hollers, busting through the door, “we have to go back to rick’s! now!” pulling at nancy’s arm, presuming that steve had told him no to driving him around this early. 

you rouse just enough to really see the panicked look on his face, swinging your legs off of the bed to grab his shoulders, “what happened? we can go i just need five minutes.”

“he’s not answering,” panting between his words, “i told him to check in at six! it’s nearly six thirty.. something’s wrong.”

“okay,” you nod, trying to wake yourself up, “okay.. let me get dressed,” finding your discarded pants and practically jumping into them. 

dustin’s in the passenger seat before you can even run a brush through your hair, only just able to brush your teeth before he’s got his fist on the horn. 

“jesus christ dude,” you exclaim, shoving the keys into the ignition and speeding off before he has the chance to chastise you again. 

you’re grateful that it’s still early and the chances of getting a ticket are slim because you most definitely had broken some kind of speed limit, but truthfully it was mostly to get dustin to shut the hell up. 

knowing eddie meant that you knew he was probably fast asleep, ignoring the cracklings of the walkie for the sake of a couple extra minutes of shuteye. 

you turn down the long wooded drive, wondering if rick was back yet and just how he’d react to eddie’s ex-girlfriend and some random kid showing up on his doorstep at seven in the morning. 

you’re forced to slam on the breaks, almost sending dustin through the windscreen as eddie’s face appears before you, his hands slam the hood, screaming something nonsensical. 

“ohmygodohmygod,” he rushes, throwing himself into the backseat of your car, “you need to drive!”

“what the hell happened?” dustin probes as you turn around, only now seeing the barrage of cars parked outside of the house. 

“jason..” he gasps, “those fucking meatheads he hangs around with.. they just showed up,” sliding down into the footwell just as jason rounds the corner of the house, yelling something about your car as you hightail the fuck out of there. 

“they.. they- they think i’m the devil or some shit,” eddie gasps, his petrified face appearing in the gap between your seats, “they’re fucking crazy man.. fuck!” 

your fingers tighten around the steering wheel, hoping to speed away before they got wise enough to follow you. 

jason wasn’t much but his lackeys would have zero issue beating the shit out of eddie, or you for that matter. 

you instinctively go to the first place you can think of, which in hindsight seems like a mistake now the gravel is crunching beneath your wheels. 

forest hills was still crawling with cops trying to determine who or what had killed chrissy, though thankfully at daybreak their presence seemed to have dwindled a little. 

“we should be okay here for a while.. stay in the car until i get the door open,” flashing him a harsh glare to make sure he really understands. 

the three of you barrel into your trailer, grateful for the silence, unsure of how you’d ever explain this entire situation to your mom. 

“shit man,” eddie marvels the walls, mouth hung open, “haven’t seen the inside of this thing for.. a while,” a sadness to his tone. 

“yup,” choosing to ignore his glum cadence in favour of keeping the peace, “you can sleep in my bed,” tossing your keys into the bowl. 

“you sure?” eddie asks, though he’s already making his way up the hall, all too familiar with your trailer. 

“knock yourself out,” collapsing onto the couch to resume your own interrupted slumber. in a time not so long ago, you’d have relished crawling up next to eddie in bed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to tuck you up under his armpit. 

you brush off the glum feeling, wrapping your own arms around your body instead. 

dustin gets to alerting the wheeler residence, informing them all that eddie’s okay and you were going to hang out here until he came up with some plan.  

it’s almost noon before eddie rises again, asking if he can take a shower before dustin unleashes his plan. 

that horrid buzzing niggles it’s way back into your brain. a dull pain that quickly becomes sharp, stabbing at the sides of your head. 

“are you okay?” dustin questions nervously, ditching his notebook to step closer with caution.��

your fingers clutch your temple, unable to form a coherent sentence as the pain throbs through your frontal lobe. features screwed up in searing pain. 

“eddie!” he screeches, his fists pummelling against the bathroom door. 

eddie emerges, towel slung around his waist, barely able to turn the water on yet, “what? what the hell is going on?” quickly shutting up when he sees your sorry state. “are you okay? what happened?” rushing over without a second thought. 

dustin stands in horror just behind, watching as eddie��s thumb swipes the underside of your nose, coming back an unexpected shade of maroon. 

“she just dropped! i-i don’t.. i’ve never seen this before!”

“you’re bleeding,” eddie fuses, “dustin.. tissue now,” tilting your chin upwards. 

the pain subsides slightly, allowing your eyes to reopen and meet his, “there’s.. tylenol in the drawer,” letting him keep your chin between his fingers.

dustin speeds around the room, collecting supplies as your laboured breaths become easier, the ache dissipating as quickly as it came on. 

eddie dabs at your nose until it’s clean, shaking out two of the pills onto his palm for you to take. “what the hell was that?” nagging yet concerned all rolled into one. 

“i dunno, i’ve been getting these.. headaches, since i’ve been back,” looking between dustin’s horrified face and eddie’s distressed one.  “it’s probably nothing.” 

“that didn’t look like nothing,” dustin adds, still wary of your state. with all of the supernatural happenings at the moment, he had right to be. 

“it’s fine,” shrugging them both off before the questions got too much. “what’s the plan dustin?”

he and eddie share another glance, pretending that you weren’t right there in front of them. “uh..” erring the line of caution before jumping right into it, “okay so we need to go down.. down there.”

-

it’s stupid, reckless even. 

but what other choice do you have when the world is caving in and your ex-boyfriend is on the run from the police? 

eddie climbs through the window of the rv, pulling your eyes away with a quickness as his shirt rises up to reveal his lower back. 

the door swings open some moments later, gesturing for you all to climb inside as he gets to hot-wiring the gargantuan vehicle. 

you pile into the back, ducking below the windows while his fingers fiddle with the live wires. 

“do you even know what you’re doing?” nancy asks, her eyebrow raised in quiet concern. 

“nancy please,” eddie huffs, “while your dad was teaching you how to ride a bike, my dad was teaching me how to hot-wire a car.. i know what i’m doing.” 

she hums, settling into the passenger seat without another word. 

it shouldn’t be attractive. you should think it’s utterly reprehensible to steal and engage with such criminal behaviour. 

but you can’t. 

not with his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth like that, his hands whirring away as robin looks on with a screwed up face. 

the engine roars loud, alerting the entire trailer park to your existence. eddie hightails it into the back, choosing the empty spot next to you as he yells for steve to drive. 

this all so ridiculous, flying about the back of the rv as steve speeds out of town. finding somewhere solitary for you all to prepare. 

-

everyone seems to be in cahoots about something, scarpering from the rv the second you walk inside. leaving you and eddie to navigate through the uncomfortable tension alone. 

you take a seat anyway, picking up the discarded knife on the table, running your finger along the dull blade with a sigh. 

you’d never imagined that the two of you could ever be so awkward together, having been close for the entirety of your lives, it felt awful to not even want to look at him now. 

“i’m sorry.. about chrissy,” you swallow, still sharpening the knife, hoping he won’t say something to make you drive it into his throat. 

the rest of the group ‘prepare’ loudly outside. dustin screeching at the top of his lungs for steve to put him down while robin tuts in annoyance. 

eddie looks up, a little glum, “yeah.. she was a good girl, she didn’t deserve that,” dropping his own knife on the table in front of you with a clatter. 

“i didn’t realise you two were.. together or whatever,” the look on his face immediately forces you to regret your words, hoping the ground would just swallow you whole. 

he scoffs, “together?” knocking his knee into yours softly, “you thought we were together?” 

oh my god. it’s worse than you could’ve ever imagined. cheeks burning as your eyes meet his, “oh! i thought.. someone said.. i don’t- i don’t know,” clinging onto the knife with sweaty palms, deciding whether to slice your own mouth off so nothing else could fall out of it. 

“she was buying weed,” he laughs quietly, “pretty girl but.. not really my type, you know?” 

you nod, looking back at the table in hopes that he’d just drop it now. so much for being the nonchalant, cool ex. all you’d done is solidify your psycho status. 

“i haven’t really..” he begins again, never knowing when to leave well enough alone, “i haven’t moved on, i guess,” shrugging as his own gaze slips. 

if you were going to live through the end of the world, you hoped it’d come soon. the tension in this cramped rv was enough to make whatever was happening with the underworld seem like a dream. 

“oh!” is all you can conjure up. unsure of what response he was expecting from you. the breakup had been amicable.. sort of. to you, it made sense to breakup. you were away to college and he was repeating senior year again. you had almost died in the town you grew up in, he hadn’t. 

it was a multitude of happenings that forced you apart. grief and it’s intertwining webs of despair had proved too much for your relationship. too much for you to handle on your own. 

eddie hadn’t agreed. 

he couldn’t understand it, why you needed out of hawkins so bad. but he wasn’t there, hadn’t seen the things you had. 

the guilt had wrecked you for the first few months, afraid that you’d abandoned him in that very town for a new life after promising for so long that you wouldn’t. 

“sorry, i shouldn’t have said that- i didn’t mean anything by it,” he fumbles, pulling on his bottom lip, “well i did! just.. not the time or place, you get me?” digging himself further into his hole. 

your eyes meet his again, gnawing at the skin on your bottom lip, “it’s okay.. you don’t have to explain yourself to me.” 

“i think what i meant to say was that i missed you.. i’m glad you’re back,” eddie coughs, un-jumbling his words at last. 

it’s simple enough and really shouldn’t make your heart swell the way it does. you weren’t together. he wasn’t yours. that was that. 

but maybe there’s something about experiencing the end of the world with someone that makes you a little reminiscent. 

“i missed you too,” you smile, hoping that the overwhelming feeling of adrenaline is just from the interdimensional monster that lay beneath you and absolutely nothing to do with his doe eyes and plump lips. 

his eyes flicker, trailing from your eyes to your lips. the air seems to shift around you, leaving the room at an expedient rate. 

“you missed me?” eddie growls, looking back into your eyes, “then why’d you leave me here?” a deep set frown forming on his lips that wasn’t there a minute earlier. 

“what?” you question, taken aback by his sudden change in demeanour. 

“you left me. you left me here to die after you told me you wouldn’t,” he snarls, leaning closer. 

his eyes are glossy now, glazed over with what looks like tears. 

“i didn’t.. no,” backing away from him, “you were supposed to come with me.. you.. you..” shaking your head. 

eddie’s eyes change completely now, pupils turning a slick grey. a dark cloud fills the room, overflowing out of the tiny window, covering the furniture and your body with the thick smog. 

“it’s your fault,” the voice rumbles, no longer bearing any semblance to eddie’s, the walls decay in front of your eyes, wallpaper rotting as they crack and crumble. 

“it’s your fault,” it repeats, louder this time, “he’s going to die,” it cackles, filling the room with the booming voice. 

“no,” you scream into the void, thrashing around to find the source, “take me! take me instead!” yelling as loud as your throat would allow, but it’s futile. 

there’s no one here. 

eddie had gone. crumbled into a pile of ash on the floor, left on your own in some barren wasteland, the blood-curdling screams of menacing creatures travel through your body. 

“you can’t save yourself,” the voice booms, pulling your eyes to the horrific humanoid figure stood amongst the ruins. 

“what do you want?” you scream, stepping backwards over the rubble. 

the man.. thing just smiles, “i’ve been watching you for some time, you shouldn’t have come back here,” walking towards your cowering frame. 

“w-why? who are you?” fingers trembling as you attempt to grab onto something, anything to bring you back to earth. 

everything you grasp crumbles into ashes, disappearing before your eyes as you struggle to breathe. wheezing through the dark clouds, not an inch of relief. 

“we’ve met before,” completely ominous, “you don’t remember me?” tilting his head to the side. 

it feels like you’ve seen it before, somewhere in a far away dreamland. 

that’s when it clicks. 

the bad dreams you’d been having, there had always been something there, a presence you couldn’t ever see clearly. 

but now it makes sense. 

“h-how did you do that? how did you get into my dreams?” the rubble beneath your feet disappeared with every step. 

his head shakes and the landscape rumbles, a clattering of stones fall to the ground, jolting your body backwards. 

“you let me in,” he rumbles, stepping closer, “you’re the reason any of this is happening.. it’s time for you to pay.” 

his spindly fingers reach out, forcing you further and further back until your foot catches against  a stone, sending you flying backwards into a sudden abyss. 

you awaken with a harsh gasp, eyes opening to find eddie towering above, his brows threaded together in fear as the others screech around you. 

“she’s awake! are you okay?” eddie rushes, holding your face between his palms, “oh my god,” as white as a sheet, shock rippling through his body. 

you nod, blinking in the sudden bright light, exhausted from doing nothing at all. nothing felt real except eddie’s fingers brushing over your worn skin. 

too tired for tears, too afraid to speak. your eyes shut on their own, trying to ground yourself back in this reality. 

you relax into his hold, your breathing falling into line with his as their voices turn into humming background noise, focusing on the path of eddie’s fingertips instead. 

-

eddie hadn’t dared to leave your side, following you around like a lost puppy, watchful eyes widening every time you moved or breathed too loud. 

it would’ve felt suffocating if you weren’t scared to death. instead, it was a welcome comfort. a sense of familiarity in the most awful time. 

you felt immense guilt, knowing that the end of the world had to happen for you to speak to him again. the man you’d gotten married to a thousand times in your head, the man you’d had a plethora of baby names with. it was all so insane. 

dustin hadn’t exactly instilled much confidence in you. with news of fred benson and patrick mckinney’s deaths, he had figured out the pattern of attack. 

they’d all died the same way, eyes burst and their limbs snapped one by one. 

eddie had recalled how chrissy went into a similar trance, her eyes glossed over, completely unresponsive. though the moment he’d said it, his heart sank, realising that chrissy wasn’t the only one he’d witnessed like that. 

logically, that meant that you were next. 

dustin had uncovered what was essentially a countdown to your death. nobody wanted to say it, or even acknowledge it, but you weren’t stupid. 

that meant that whatever plan he had, he had to perfect tonight, ready to attack tomorrow. 

before it’s too late. 

he’d said the quiet part out loud. a shared grimace encompassing the room, pitiful glances in your direction. 

despite the fact that your demise was quickly approaching, you had felt a strange sense of peace. perhaps actually knowing your fate was better than not knowing. 

there would be an end to all of this. 

-

steve had offered his house for you all, his parents away on some trip for the next week meaning eddie could hide out in peace. a much better arrangement than the wheeler’s house again, ted had started to despise the groups of teenagers in his basement. 

sleeping bags and blankets strewn across his gigantic living room, sleeping bodies filling every spare inch of carpet. none of you wanted to be apart for more than five minutes. sleeping on top one another was the ultimate comfort. 

eddie had volunteered for first watch, keeping his eye steady on you from the corner of the room. 

it’s a little difficult to fall asleep knowing that he was watching you like a hawk, surveying every tiny change and movement. 

dustin was supposed to take over at some point in the early hours, but judging by the sounds of his rumbling snore, that wouldn’t be happening. 

you sit up, shuffling over to eddie’s perch, avoiding your sleeping friends on the ground. 

his eyes dart to the floor, as if he hadn’t been staring intensely at you for the last hour.

“d’you have a cigarette?” you whisper, knocking your knee into his. 

he nods, raising his brow, “you don’t smoke?” baffled by your question. 

you shrug, smiling into the darkness, “how would you know?” hoping it didn’t come across as snappy as it seemed. 

he doesn’t reply, just shuffles around in his pocket, producing the scuffed up box with his lighter. 

you nod towards the door, getting up from the floor with a small groan. limbs still aching and weary from your run in with death earlier. 

he follows behind, glancing at the room of sleeping teens before slipping out onto the porch with you. 

steve’s house was secluded, the massive back yard and the trees that surrounded it made sure that no one would find him here. 

you perch on one of the lounge chairs, gesturing for eddie to join you, watching the steam from the pool dissipate into the chilly march night air. despite being in the same tiny town, his house was worlds apart from the trailer park you two grew up on. 

he places a cigarette in your palm before sliding one between his own lips, passing you the lighter first. 

it’s a silent exchange, unsure if you could talk about anything without crying, though it’s meaningful. eddie had been selfish plenty of times during your relationship but at his core, he’d put you before himself each and every time. 

you light the cigarette, gazing off into the distance. hoping to god that he wouldn’t bring what had happened earlier up. 

“when’d you start smoking?” he asks, keeping a respectable distance between you though he wishes that wasn’t something he had to worry about. 

“when i found out that i was dying tomorrow,” exhaling slow, trying not to let your voice wobble. 

he sighs, “you’re not gonna die,” with less conviction than you’d have liked, “you can’t die,” shaking his head at such a ridiculous thought, “you won’t.. you won’t,” mostly for his own sake. 

your eyes squeeze shut, heart aching, squeezing your chest tight. last week you’d been terrified about your literature final and now none of it even mattered. 

“what if i do?” you ask earnestly, finally meeting his eyes, “everyone else has? we don’t know if dustin’s right.. if we can beat him,” shrugging helplessly. 

chrissy had died, patrick had died, fred had died. that meant you were next. 

his jaw clenches, wishing you’d stop, “you’re not,” throwing his cigarette butt to the side, “i won’t let you, okay?” 

you nod, albeit not believing a word he said. it was difficult to be so optimistic when the only evidence you had, said otherwise. 

“this vecna..” eddie begins again, “he doesn’t know what’s about to hit him,” sounding slightly more confident than before, “we’re gonna kill him and you’re.. you’re gonna live and graduate and do all that great shit you still have to do.” 

you don’t mistake the pain in his voice, the knowing that he should be there for all of that and that it had been his own fault for now being a footnote in the story of your life. 

“i really do miss you,” you clarify, “i’m not sure how much of our conversation earlier was a vision or not..” 

eddie chuckles, breath shaky and unstable, “no.. you said that before, you know- before you got possessed,” bumping his shoulder into yours, thankfully injecting his fucked up humour into the otherwise dark conversation. 

“was it scary?” 

he scoffs, almost offended that you’d even ask, “i shit my pants,” smiling with the side of his mouth, not fully committed, “reminded me of that stupid movie you made me watch.” 

he had never liked horror movies, this tough guy exterior that exclusively listened to metal was all a guise. he’d watched the film through his fingers, clinging onto your arm. 

“you were very brave though,” letting your cigarette fall to the floor, sure to be lectured by steve in the morning. 

he shies away, looking down for a brief second, “i’m not gonna let what happened to chrissy happen to you too..” meeting your gaze once more, “i promise.” 

“i don’t think you can promise that,” sharing a meaningful glance. 

“i can and i will.”

you nod hesitantly. his words, as much as you’d like to believe them, meant nothing when the supernatural was at play. 

his eyes flicker down to your lips, just like they used to so many months ago. but you don’t pull back, only leaning in further. 

if you lived past tomorrow, you’d no doubt regret this but as that wasn’t looking at all likely, what was a kiss between traumatised exes? 

eddie makes the first real move, his palm coming to cradle your cheek. you hope to god this isn’t another vision, that he won’t be cruelly torn away from you this time. 

“is this real?” you can’t stop yourself from asking, sighing as you do. 

“this is real,” he assures, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “d’you want to stop?” 

“no,” closing the already dwindling space between you, placing your hand on his in such earnest intimacy, a sensation you’d missed so deeply for an entire year. 

your lips touch, your eyes falling shut as his breaths start to steady, humming into your mouth in satisfaction. 

it didn’t feel so bad now, nothing could be so utterly terrifying while you’re touching him like this. 

eddie breaks away first, only a few inches of distance, just to gaze into your starry eyes, “i never thought i’d be able to do that again,” with utmost sincerity. 

“you weren’t supposed to,” shaking your head. if things had gone according to your plan, you’d have never seen him again. 

but it doesn’t work that way. 

fate had other plans for you. 

his lips twitch into a small smile, thumb drawing over your tired cheeks, “can i do it again?” 

“please.” 

connecting your lips once more, the cold tip of his nose bumping softly against yours. it was impossible not to notice how well you fit together, moving in synchronicity and with such tenderly care. 

inside, dustin wakes up in a cold sweat. looking over at the empty spot on the floor where you should be, but now we’re not. 

“shitshitshit,” he panics, whispering loudly to himself as he crashes around the house, stepping over the sleeping bodies. 

dustin’s panicked face shoots up from the window, gawping at the barely visible sight, straining to make out what the fuck he was even seeing. 

it only dawns on him when your lips leave eddie’s, foreheads resting together that it would be in his best interest to not interject and end up with his ass beat. 

you come back in some twenty minutes later, after a plethora of shared kisses and soothing words. deciding to settle in the same empty spot on the floor, his hand only comfortable enough to grace your waist, under the blanket. 

now wasn’t the time for questions or prying eyes judging your decision. you weren’t even too sure yourself. 

it’s the only time you’ve felt comfortable enough to sleep tonight, watching his chest rise and fall, knowing that he was here, alive and that for right now, you were too. 

-

the carnage pulls you from your sleep, people yelling over pancakes and glass clattering as max’s shrill voice scolds lucas for being too loud. 

you look around at the mess of blankets and empty sleeping bags, the door to the living room was closed though it made no difference. 

you’d have preferred to stay in the empty room, unwilling to address the situation with eddie last night but your stomach rumbles, pulling you out of the room and into the bright, bustling hallway. 

robin swings out of the kitchen at the sound of your presence. she’d clearly tried to help with the breakfast efforts, though unsuccessfully, emerging with flour down her shirt, jeans and somehow in her hair. she smiles gently at your weary eyes, “we didn’t wanna wake you.. you were knocked out.”

“thanks rob,” even though their incessant arguing and yelling did eventually rouse you from your sleep. 

in the kitchen, dustin sits with his feet swinging off the tall stool, a too-wide, toothy grin growing on his face the second he spots you, “well good morning! how’d you sleep?” a sarcastic little quip that you know holds something deeper. 

“great thanks, you?” narrowing your eyes as you fill a mug with coffee. 

he waits for steve to exit the room, turning back to you with the biggest shit-eating grin imaginable, “yeah, really good,” he twists his body to peer out of the door, ensuring no one could hear, “so you and eddie huh?” 

“me and eddie what?” refusing to entertain his cryptic questions. 

“i saw you two last night, k-i-s-s-i-n-g,” wiggling his stupid brows as he shovels yet another pancake into his uncontrollable, jabbering mouth. 

“and i saw you wet the bed last year, do you want to go there?” flinging his taunting right back at him. 

dustin’s mouth falls open, “you can be a real bitch, you know that?” taking his heaped plate back into the living room. 

steve strolls back in, staring down dustin’s scowl before his eyes trail to you, “what’s wrong with him?” 

you smile, tight-lipped and fully loaded as you pour a cup of coffee, “oh nothing,” looking over the food with slight disgust. the hunger hadn’t really hit you yet, too occupied with trying not to die to care about pancakes. 

eddie interrupts your noisy brain, cackling as he comes into the kitchen, “maybe you should stop being such a smart-ass then,” immediately quietening down when he spots you. 

you don’t speak, instead communicating with a shared look before you focus on the cup of coffee in your hand. 

steve looks slowly between the two of you, “you good?” 

“yeah.”

“yup.” 

you both simultaneously reply, refusing to acknowledge the tension in the empty kitchen. 

“o-kay,” steve whistles, deciding that sitting with dustin and his terrible attitude would be far better than whatever this was. 

it’s not supposed to be awkward. 

it was just a kiss. or multiple. 

a few kisses between exes during the end of the world. that’s all. 

“d’you sleep okay?” he dares to ask, feeling comfortable enough to make eye contact now that steve had left. 

“yeah.. thank you, for looking after me,” smiling gently at the bleary eyed boy. 

“i told you i would,” he reaffirms, “you’re not doing this on your own.” 

“i know,” you nod, swallowing the growing lump, “but i’m scared eds.. i don’t want you to die because of me.” 

eddie tuts, rounding the counter to place his hand on your arm, “that’s not-,”

dustin hollers, falling through the kitchen door, giving away the groups prying position, “ow shithead!” shoving lucas backwards as they materialise one by one. 

dustin, lucas, max, erica. 

in that order.

“are you fucking serious?” you screech, throwing your arms into the air. 

this was low even for dustin. 

“sorry! sorry! go back to confessing your love or whatever the hell was happening!” scurrying off to finish his pancakes and no doubt inform robin and steve what they’d witnessed. 

“i can’t believe him,” you frown, turning to eddie who’s stifling his laugh. “it’s not funny,” but your lips twitch anyway. 

“it’s kinda funny,” his hand still lingering on your arm, his smile reaching his eyes, “you don’t care if they know.. do you?” 

you shrug, perhaps you did care a little bit. you were the one who’d broken up with him, deserted him for college. maybe you didn’t deserve a second chance. 

“it’s okay..” he nods, as understanding as always, “this is weird, i get it," as understanding as he was, he wasn't able to conceal the dejected puppy gleam in his eye.

"it's not that," pathetically reaching for his hand, "i'm just.. i'm supposed to die today, i don't want to.. lead you on, or get your hopes up or whatever," putting your finger up to stop eddie from interrupting, "i don't need you to tell me that i'm not. just let me spiral about this," smiling as you speak, truly a means to soothe yourself, not just eddie.

"o..okay," his whole speech shut down, leaving him with nothing. his eyes flit over to the mountains of food steve had whipped up, "you should eat.. you've got a busy day of not dying to get through," smirking right through your snide glare.

-

something feels off, a nervous twisting in your stomach that makes you want to call the entire thing off. 

you could go down there and fight this with them. screw whatever prophetic visions you’d had. 

eddie hadn’t even wanted to go, desperate to stay in the attic with you, watching over in fear of losing you again. 

“what if.. what if something happens and they don’t know how to fix it? they’re kids.” he’d pleaded, sat on the porch outside of the large house in your final moments of peace. 

“dustin can’t do this on his own,” you cooed, only slightly wishing that he could execute this plan on his own. “you have to go. i’ll be okay..okay?” not entirely certain about the truthfulness of your words. 

he takes a sharp intake of breath, fingers forming a weak fist, “you better be,” the moon reflecting off of his caramel iris’, capturing the entire universe in two tiny orbs, “i don’t want to lose you again.” 

your head dips, quickly losing the ability to look him in the eye, overwhelmed with guilt and the reminder that you had been the one to end things. 

“it’s okay,” grabbing your hand to place on his bouncing knee, “i’m not.. mad about it, or upset and you shouldn’t be either,” squeezing your fingers in a bid to draw your eyes back to him. 

“i don’t-,” huffing a frustrated sigh, unable to form a coherent thought when the impending battle loomed over your heads. “everything is so fucked and i don’t know if we’re gonna make it this time.” 

eddie’s fingers lace between yours, holding your hand tighter, “we’re gonna be fine.. okay? everyone is gonna be fine,” inching closer in the thick of the night, “i’m gonna be right back here, as soon as that bastard is dead.. i promise.” 

this time, you punctuate his sentence for him, springing forward to latch your lips to his, using your free hand to cradle his stubbly cheek. 

you long to kiss him forever, never escaping this embrace, knowing that there’s a chance it won’t happen again. his lips soft, desperate to stay attached to you, too. 

“oh! shit! uhm-,” robin stutters, clattering out of the door. 

you break apart, containing the low groan of disappointment, “sorry rob.. ‘s everything okay?” eddie’s as bashful as ever, his cheeks flushing a deep scarlet, even in the darkness. 

“yeah! uh.. nancy told me to tell you that we’ve gotta go now or it’ll be too late,” swinging from the door as she speaks. 

he glances at you again, longing for just one more minute of this peace. one more second of your touch. 

but it doesn’t come. 

they leave in a hurry, cycling maniacally away to the trailer park, leaving you, lucas, max and erica to conduct the rest of the plan. only fragments of hope left as you watch them disappear over the hill, praying for someone, anyone to just keep him safe.

-

everything is eerily calm, far too silent for the situation at hand. 

you sit cross-legged in the attic, looking between lucas and max who had taken it upon themselves to converse through a notepad. 

they reminded you of you and eddie once upon a time, giggling teenagers trying to navigate love together. 

it’s sweet, full of the same adolescent innocence you were desperately trying to regain. 

eventually they break apart, lucas traipsing over the creaky floorboards to check on you, equally confused by the serenity. 

he turns to walk away, almost frozen as his brows furrow and his pupils dilate, “you killed them.” 

your mouth falls open, immediately hushing him so as to not screw up nancy and dustin’s carefully thought out plan. 

“you killed them all,” he parrots, a sinister air surrounding him. “eddie trusted you and you killed him.. you’re a murderer,” the venom flying off of his tongue, severing your heart in two. 

the plan had worked. you were back in wherever it was you were taken before, confirmed by the sudden darkness, the wallpaper splintering and putrid stench that had filled your nose. 

lucas isn’t lucas at all. 

a mimic to the higher power cursing your town, only a small part of his master plan to destroy hawkins. 

your surroundings melt away, lucas nor max no longer appearing before you. instead, you’re faced with a flash of red, and a maniacal cackle. 

henry, as you’d since learnt he was called, begins his tirade, just as you’d planned. 

“why didn’t you stop them?” he booms, appearing in the corner, “you let them go after everything i showed you.”

he didn’t scare you, not anymore. when the time was right, lucas would slide max’s walkman over your ears and pull you right out of this hellscape. 

“they’re going to kill you,” standing stoic, resistant under his thumb. “you can’t hurt anybody else.. not anymore,” gritting your teeth, such determination to have him hear you. 

his burnt frame disappears right before your eyes, a loud, blaring laugh appears from behind. 

once again turning to darkness, only this time it’s accompanied by a chorus of screeching. feral creatures and familiar voices circle around your head. 

his torment is ruthless, voices, namely eddie’s rattle around your brain, wailing and screaming, loud enough to make your ears ring and your head ache. 

your eyes open to your trailer, watching yourself argue and cry at eddie. 

the day you broke up. 

“you’re just gonna leave me?” he despairs, just as feeble as the first time he’d said it. 

“i can’t stay here eddie! you don’t get it! i nearly died.. i can’t do that again,” and yet, here you are. 

a shrill, shrieking sound fills the room before the scene crumbles before your eyes leaving you to the decaying scene you bore witness to before. remnants of the creel house float through the scarlet sky, threatening to crash into each other. 

“maybe i can’t hurt you, but you can hurt yourself,” vecna’s voice squawks, flashing forward to a scene you’ve never seen before. 

eddie, with his back against a door, you can only assume he’s trying to keep something out. a grotesque mix of blood, sweat and tears seep down his cheeks, the door beginning to thump from the pressure of whatever was on the other side. 

“this all could’ve been so easy,” rapidly wiping the imagine from your view, only to appear mere inches away, decrepit hand rising above your face. “don’t you wish you had just listened? don’t you wish that you had just come with me?” now mocking with his tone, condescending even though he’d gotten you exactly where you’d wanted. 

“no.. no no no,” arms suddenly restricted by a slimy tendril, forcing your face to meet his, “you’re not real.. you’re not-“ a sudden, awful constriction wraps around your lungs, squeezing the air from your body. 

“i’m not.. real?” he mocks, the corners of his mouth creep upwards, “i didn’t want this to happen this way but you’ve left me no choice.” 

you gasp loudly for breath, struggling within his grasp for a means out of it. where was lucas? or max? what happened to the plan? 

over the last few days, you’d become quite comfortable with the idea of dying. it became fact, an inevitable consequence of getting yourself tangled up in this entire thing. 

but now, as it looms over your head, you want out. 

you want to be with eddie. you want a dozen kids and a quaint house on the corner of maple. maybe a dog or a cat that he’d picked up on the side of the road. slow dancing in the kitchen after a day of warm sun. 

you want to live. 

his fist closes, leaving your lips blue and begging for oxygen. “this is what had to happen.. your time-“ his rambling cut off by a ground shattering boom, the tendril dropping your body at once. 

he stumbles backwards, grabbing onto his chest. your vision too blurry to coherently make out what was happening, a mixture of colours that swirls away quickly. 

your aching bones thump to the floor, gasping for air as the familiarity of the creel’s attic fills your peripheral. 

max and lucas swarm your body, muttering over one another, their small hands shaking in fear as your head is placed on max’s lap. 

“what the fuck? what the fuck do we do? lucas!” she hollers at lucas, as if either of them had any idea. 

they shouldn’t have to be concerned with any of this, nor tasked with the pressure of keeping you alive. your breathing steadies though your chest still heaves, leaving the comfort of her hold to scan the room. making sure that this was real, that you were home. 

four pairs of feet appear before you and not one of them the dusty pair of reebok’s you were waiting to see. 

collapsing once again, in a crumpled heap on the dusty floorboards, your voice cracks, broken as you speak. still reeling from the onslaught of abuse you’d endured. 

“where’s eddie?” 

[pepsiboyy]

HEALING HEARTS.

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: where chris has been distant and loses his temper. warnings: angstttt (resolved), use of y/n, cursing a/n: felt angsty yayyy love you guys <3

"chris, you can't keep shutting me out like this!" i shouted, my fists balled up as i stood in front of him.

for the last three weeks, chris has given me little to no response when i would ask him questions, ask how his game is going, or even if i asked what's been bothering him.

chris let out an agitated sigh as he peeled off his headset and spun in his gaming chair, turning to me with an irritated expression. "i'm not shutting you out, y/n, i just need space sometimes."

"space?" i questioned, my voice raising a bit as i spoke. "you've been distance for weeks now, i feel like i'm walking on eggshells around you." i stated firmly, my arms coming up to cross tightly.

chris let out an angry groan as he stood up form his chair. "here you fuckin' go, with your yappin' and shit."

"yapping!?" i brought a hand to my chest, genuinely shocked at his tone.

"maybe if you gave me some space to breathe, we wouldn't be in this argument." he stated, having taken a few steps towards me.

"i just want to understand what's going on with you, chris. we're supposed to be a team here." i stated softly, my head clenching.

chris turned his head to the side as he reciprocated the arm cross, his bangs covering his eyes. "doesn't feel like a team when all you do is question me. and everything i do. i mean come on."

i felt tears begin to well up in my eyes as i stared at chris. "i'm not.. i'm not trying to question you, i'm just worried about us.. i feel like i'm losing what i love most, i feel like i'm losing you."

chris's eyes remained on the wall. while it seemed like his expression softened for a moment, his frustrated expression quickly returned. "maybe you are, y/n. maybe this isn't working."

his words hung in the air. heavy and painful. i felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me. "is that.. is that how you really feel?" i questioned, my voice trembling as it was just barely above a whisper.

chris's eyes remained to the side. "i don't know. i just can't keep doing this."

the silence that followed was deafening. with a soft wipe of a tear, i took a deep breath. "right. if that's how you feel, then i'll go." i stated, disbelief evident in my voice as i collected my hoodie and car keys.

chris seemed to take a shaky breath with some hesitation, his heart torn. but his anger and confusion seemed to get the better of him as he stood and watched me with an emotionless expression.

without another word, i stepped out of chris's room, the door slamming on my way out.

two days had gone by since that conversation, and i couldn't help but think about it every given moment. the scene repeated in my head.

my eyes remained glued to the ceiling, my body trembling from the cold. but i didn't have the energy to reach over and grip my blanket to pull over myself.

clank.

my eyes opened, but my body didn't move.

clank.

i slowly lifted my head and turned to the window that the sound had come from, flinching slightly when it had occurred a third time.

clank.

i shakily slid out of bed, finally gaining the energy to grab my blanket and wrap around myself.

the floorboard beneath me creaked as i took a few shaky steps, gently taking the thin curtain between my fingertips. i gently pulled it away and looked outside, flinching at the fourth rock that had come in contact with my window.

with a shaky grunt, i pulled open the window and looked outside.

my eyes met with a pair of bright blue ones, his brunette hair shaggy and his body covered in a black hoodie and blue jeans with air forces.

i stared at him in disbelief before i let out a deep sigh. "chris."

"can we please talk?" chris questioned.

i narrowed my eyes at him before i stepped back and shut my window, making my way down the stairs quickly and to the door.

when i opened the door, chris was already standing there.

i stared up into his eyes, which were red and brimmed with tears, probably similar to how mine looked.

"what are you doing here?" i questioned, my voice firm yet soft, as i hadn't really spoken much the last two days.

"i needed to see you," he said, his voice cracking slightly, "please, can i come in?"

with a soft nod, i stepped to the side and allowed him to make his way inside, shutting the door behind him.

we made our way to the kitchen, where i opened the fridge to shakily offer him a pepsi.

chris stared at it for a moment. he seemed to think about it. i furrowed my eyebrows, but they quickly returned to their original place as chris took the pepsi and smiled softly. "thanks."

we stood there for a moment, chris having yet to open his pepsi.

after a few moments, chris let out a deep sigh and set the pepsi down on the counter beside him. "y/n, i'm sorry." he began, his voice heavy with remorse. "i shouldn't have said what i said. i overreacted, and.. i was angry. and hurt. but that's no excuse."

i stared at him for a moment as i brought my arms up to cross over my chest.

"i know i've been pushing you away. i've been scared. scared of losing you, scared of getting hurt. but i realize now that pushing you away is the worst thing i could do."

tears welled up in my eyes as he spoke. "chris.."

chris very cautiously took a step closer to me. "i love you y/n, more than anything. and i'm willing to do what it takes to make this right. please, let me make this right. i want us to work. i want to be better for you."

i looked at him, searching his eyes for sincerity. i saw the pain and regret in them, but also a glimmer of hope. with a deep breath, i felt my own resolve wavering.

"chris, i need to know that you're serious. i need to know that you're not just doing this because you're afraid to lose me."

chis reached out, gently taking my hand. "i am serious, y/n. i've been doing a lot of thinking, and i realize that i need to face my fears and insecurities head-on. i want to work through them, with you. i want us to build a future together.

i felt my heart soften at his words. i had missed him so much. missed the warmth of his embrace and the way he made me feel safe. but i had to be sure.

"chris, if we're going to do this, we need to communicate better. we need to be honest with each other, even when it's hard."

chris nodded, his grip on my hand tightening. "i promise, y/n. no more hiding, no more running away. we'll face everything together."

i took a deep breath feeling a flicker of hope in my chest. i squeezed his hand gently, offering a small smile. "okay, let's try." i smiled and nodded reassuringly.

chris smiled brightly at me. "i'm willing to put in the effort. i just want to be with you."

we stood there, holding each other's gaze. in this moment, we both knew that we had a long road ahead, but we're willing to walk it together. the love we've shared is worth fighting for, and i know that we're ready to face whatever challenges come our way.

chris pulled me into a gentle embrace, his heart swelling with gratitude. "thank you, y/n. for giving us another chance."

i rested my head against chris's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heartbeat. "thank you for coming back for me. for us."

we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms. inside, we know we have a lot to work through, but i know we're ready to face it together. one step at a time. and with the glimmer of hope that we both feel, i can't wait for the brighter future built on love, trust, and understanding.

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[justvalkyrie]

Equal, Opposite Reaction

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Summary: It's time Matt gets what he deserves.

Warnings: 18+!! MDNI!!, No plot only smut, Whiney!Matt, Submissive!Matt, oral m!receiving, swearing, bad writing, probably things I've missed!

Note: Hello all! This is my first time ever posting anything I've written, and it's also the first time I have ever written smut. I know I still have a lot of improving to do, so please bear with me! I'd like to thank the Tuna Team for their continued encouragement! Without them, this fic would never have existed. Thank you for taking the time to read my writing!

“Every action has its equal and opposite reaction.” The third law of motion, and the divine rule of karma. This scene was inevitable.

Matt had been on his knees at your altar for weeks, sending you into the heavens and making you holy. Night after night, hour after hour, he would spend his free time at your center, giving you everything you could possibly take. He had been saving up his good karma, and it was time he got what was coming to him.

            After a long day of teasing him, he was consumed by you. He was completely, lustfully enamored by you. His senses were either haywire or completely subdued, he couldn’t tell. The only thing he could focus on was you. The way your pretty mouth felt against him, the way your scent crowded his senses and caused his mind to feel hazy, and the slightly elevated yet steady beat of your heart all caused him to melt into the mattress beneath him. He was putty in your hands, a mess for you to clean up, and you were more than willing to oblige.

            “God, Baby,” he praised. You had only just begun to trail kisses down his beautiful, toned abdomen, but he couldn’t focus on anything else except for the way you felt on top of him. You were straddling his thighs, and your body was pressed against his as you showed him just how much he truly deserved to feel good. He could feel the fire in your skin against his bare upper body and through the thin fabric of his black boxer-briefs. With soft, barely-there touches, your fingers grazed over his sides, slowly making languid paths from his hips up to his chest and back down again. Your eyes were shut, and you covered his body in kisses that burned into his skin even after you moved onto undiscovered patches of the scarred tapestry. He sucked in a sharp breath as you began to kiss and lick slowly down his exposed v-line.

            “You make such pretty sounds, Matty,” you mumbled against his skin, “been waiting to hear them, been waiting to make you feel good.” You gently nipped at his skin, and he let out a beautiful high-pitched whine. The euphonious sound caused you to smirk into the kisses you were leaving at the top of the waistline of the only pesky piece of fabric shielding his center from you. You ran your fingers along the elastic, ever-so-slightly grazing his skin with the tops of your fingers. Every time they made contact, he let out quiet but persistent whimpers. You could feel his dick twitch against you as you hooked your fingers into his underwear. You paused and let out a sigh that fanned over Matt’s bare torso. When you looked up at his face, it was scrunched up with need. His brows were knit together, and his eyes were closed tightly. His jaw was partially slack, and he let out a choked whimper.

            “No, Sweetheart,” he begged urgently. His voice was breathy, pitched-up and needy, a stark contrast to his usual deep, collected tone, “Please… please take them off.” A chill ran up your spine, and all your hair straightened up to attention. A low rumble sounded in your throat, and you couldn’t help but honor his request. The action was slow and calculated. You shifted down the mattress as you carefully removed the garment, and your fingers left trails of heat in their wake. He let out a sharp moan as his cock sprang free. You smiled at its stature; you couldn’t wait to put it where it belonged.

            When you finally made your way down his legs, you pulled the lousy piece of fabric off of him and threw it to the side. His hands gripped the sheets as you crawled back over him on all fours. You made a home for yourself between his thighs, and he whined as you smoothed your hands over them. You let your breath fan out over his left one and he twitched underneath you. The uncontrollable movement caused you to chuckle under your breath. A smirk widened over your lips. You tested the waters by leaving a gentle kiss where your breath had just been, and the prettiest low, rumble of a reaction hummed out of him. Hearing it was like taking a cold sip of water after waking up in a sweat; It made you clench around nothing. He could hear the way your muscles tightened, and it only drove him closer to insanity. A bead of pre-cum leaked from his tip and down the length of his shaft.

            You trailed up his left thigh with your lips, kissing and nipping slightly as you went along. When you reached the top of the leg, you left a longer kiss right next to his length. He moaned out our name in a low, and elongated manner. It turned into a sharp gasp-whine when you firmly pressed your lips to his tip, just for a moment, before moving onto his right thigh. His hips rocked up into you when you didn’t go any further; he felt an immense need for your touch. You swear he almost let out a frustrated sob. His hands released their grip on the silk sheets and instead found a home in your hair. He tangled his fingers into the strands and pulled, a futile effort to get you to go where he wanted you to go, where he needed you to go. You ignored his whimper of protest to bite down on the muscle of his right thigh. You soothed the partially pierced skin with your tongue, and a feral, desperate growl rumbled in his chest, reverberating throughout the room.

            “Please,” he beseeched. The plea was so airy that it was almost inaudible, “need you.” His hips bucked again, and you brought your left arm to rest along his stomach in an effort to keep him where he was. You adjusted your position, so you were able to have full access to him. A strained whine ruptured out of the back of his throat as you placed a feather-light kiss to the base of him.

            “Tell me what you need, Matty,” Your lips brushed against him as you spoke, and he strengthened his grip in your hair. He tried to speak, but stuttered as you continued the light affections on his cock. You kissed a line up and down the length of his shaft.

            “Ah! God! Need…” his words came out between strangled gasps, “I need your mouth, Sweetheart. Please- “

            He wasn’t able to finish his plea. You licked a long thick stripe from the base of his dick to the tip. He sucked in a gasp of air, and it caught in his chest. You could feel how tense his muscles were underneath the palms you were pressing into his skin. His caught breath turned into a long moan as you swirled your tongue around his tip. He instinctually tried to press your head down onto himself, but you resisted the force. You raised your head to look at him, but his head was thrown back into the pillow beneath it.

            “Relax, baby,” you told him in a sweet tone, “Lie back and enjoy this. You’ve earned it.” You felt him relax underneath you as he processed the words, and an unintentional sound akin to a whiney sob reverberated from his throat as he released more air that he hadn’t even realized he was holding in.

            You finally took him into your mouth and used your right hand to grip whatever wouldn’t fit; your left hand still kept its place atop his abs. He couldn’t force himself to choke out any sound. It was almost as if he had forgotten everything else. All he knew in this current moment was the feeling of your mouth wrapped so sweetly around his cock. You moaned around him as you flattened your tongue against the back of him. You couldn’t get enough of him. The subtle taste of his skin, the weight of his length against your tongue, the way he gripped at your hair, the intoxicating noises he made. You felt a great appreciation that you were graced with the privilege of being the one to please him.

            You started moving then, skillfully bobbing, licking, and stroking him in every way you knew he craved. You started out at a slow pace, wanting to savor this moment and commit it to memory. The room was filled with the noises he made; they varied between breathy whimpers of your name and long vowels that didn’t quite form words. His reactions encouraged you to gradually speed up your actions. Occasionally, he choked out a “yes” or a “shit.” He moved on instinct, without thinking when he dug his heels into the mattress to leverage his hips into you. The action caused a pleasantly surprised moan to escape you, and he cried out at the feeling it gave him. You released him from your mouth with a pop and matched your rhythm with strokes of your hand. You smirked at him.

“Feel good, Matty?” you asked him, already knowing what his answer would be. He groaned at the loss of contact. Your hand felt amazing, but it was still nothing compared to the wet, warm, bliss that was your mouth.

“Ah, shit!” He choked out, his voice strained and breathy, “don’t fucking stop. Mouth feels so… so good… Fuck! Please…” Who were you to deny him when he looked and sounded so pretty?

You follow his command, returning your mouth to its rightful position. He is falling apart in your embrace. With every lick, he sighs, with every movement, a strained swear. Every touch, every stroke, every flick, every squeeze released whimpers from him. He was a whiney mess, his usual unwavering stoic demeanor thrown completely out the window, and it was all by your hands. As you continued, his receptivity only grew louder and higher in pitch. You could feel him getting closer and closer to his climax. He choked out your name.

“I… I’m gonna,” he spat out his warning between gasps, and you groaned around him to let him know that you wanted him to. You could feel the twitching and squirming of his lower abdomen from where your left arm rested along his bare stomach. The way his hands gripped and pulled at your hair and the uncontrollable gasps and sharp intakes of air only encouraged you to keep going. You stayed consistent in your rhythm. His hips jutted up once more, and he let out a strangled cry.

With a final flattening of your tongue against him, a string of high-pitched gasps, and an impossibly tight grip of your hair, Matt finally found his release. His sounds became more elongated as he spilled into your mouth, and you moaned as the familiar warm liquid filled your mouth, graciously swallowing every last drop. His breathing was ragged, but you felt all the tension being released from his muscles. His grip in your hair loosened, and his arms fell down to his sides. He let out a long, low hum of satisfaction and a breath of relief as he came down from his high.

You gave him another moment to compose himself before releasing him from your warm embrace. He whined at the loss of contact, already missing the pleasure he had just experienced. You pushed yourself up off of the mattress enough to make your way to his side. He was already saddling up to you as you made yourself comfortable beside him. You smiled brightly and pulled him into your side, running a comforting hand through his locks once he made himself comfortable. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride wash over you as you saw the blissed-out look written across his features.

“So, are we even now?” he asked, nuzzling into your chest. He inhaled deeply through his nose and let your scent relax him. The exhaustion hit him like a truck, and he closed his eyes and leaned into you. Your heartbeat was already lulling him to sleep. You continued to comfortingly pet his hair as he fell.

“Not even close.”

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Neighbors 🩵 Lovers

Part Three

“Erik! Don’t do it!”

Fae tried to calm him down. Her tears flooded her vision. Cordell stood there with his hands up and a frightened look in his eyes. Erik was in full rage mode. It was understandable, Cordell was really asking for it.

“Erik, listen to me, put the gun down.”

Fae placed one hand on his arm tenderly. Her eyes were pleading with him to put the gun down. He took one look at Fae and then his eyes were back on Cordell molten hot. He lowers his P365 slowly, eyes unblinking.

Thump!

Fae watched with wide eyes and her mouth dropped open in shock…

Two Weeks Earlier:

Fae McAdams finally did something unlike herself and she was still trying to wrap her head around what happened. Last night felt like something out of a movie. She cheated back with her handsome neighbor. Fae rolled over beneath his sheets, opening her eyes a fraction. She blinked twice and rubbed her eyes. Opening her lids fully, she noticed Erik’s side of the bed was empty. Her hand reached out to caress the sheets. A content smile decorated her beautiful face.

She sat up on her elbows while lying on her belly and looked around in wonder. The sheets were pooled around her waist and the slight breeze tickled her naked spine. Fae couldn’t stop smiling. She buried her face into a pillow and squealed like a teenager. Her mind replayed scenes from last night and she couldn’t contain herself.

Fae never had sex that good. Sure, sex with Cordell was great, but Erik had a certain je ne sais quoi. She couldn’t put into words what made her experience with him the best experience she’d ever had. Maybe it’s the way he carried himself. Erik was not one to brag. He has confidence, but he didn’t need to make that known every second. He commanded attention with just a look, his voice and gait.

Maybe it was the mystery of it all. She’d never been with a man like that. A man who actually did what he said he was gonna do. A strong silent type. Fae couldn’t stop her mind from replaying images of Erik’s body…his dick…his stroke game…his words…she was hooked from one dick-down. He had her cumming back-to-back. He had her calling him daddy. He had her begging for more when she was too exhausted to go for round two.

Speaking of exhaustion, Fae tried sitting up in bed and the muscles in her arms and back struggled to hold up her weight. She groaned in pain when she pushed herself off of the bed to stand on two feet. The way her legs trembled, you would think she’d been bed-ridden her entire life. He worked out muscles in her body Fae didn’t know she had.

“Wiggle your big toe.”

Fae referenced Kill Bill in a jokingly manner while she wiggled her acrylic fench-tips toes. Fae took her time walking to the bathroom to relieve herself. She flicked on the light in his master bathroom and spotted the toilet next to his corner standing shower. After she used the restroom, Fae decided to take a shower. She pulled the hair tie from her wrist and put her hair up into a bun.

She stepped inside of his shower and turned on the water. She stood beneath the hot water, looking at Erik’s catalog of soaps and body wash. She used his exfoliating gloves and washed with an unscented soap on her private areas and peppermint Doctor Bronners on the rest of her body. After showering, she towel dried and washed her face with some of his Cerave facial cleanser.

After using some shea butter, she put on her clothes, grabbed her things and walked out into the main area. As she searched, she peeked into his office.

Fae’s eyes scanned the room, and that’s when she noticed Diesel resting on his little bed. He looked up at Fae and he ran up to her with his tail wagging and tongue out. Fae crouched down to rub him and accepted his licks to her face. She wasn’t quite sure where Erik went and she didn’t actually have his number.

Fae sent him a DM saying that she had to leave unfortunately. She really didn’t want to. She was afraid of what she might do when she sees Cordell. Her entire demeanor changed from happy to sad in a matter of seconds from thinking about her cheating boyfriend. Her body shook with nerves as she walked out towards the living room. While she checked her phone, not once did she receive any calls or texts from him wondering where she was and if she were safe. He could have at least had the decency to check in on her but no, he was too busy fucking some other bitch in her home!

Fae opened Erik’s door while Diesel stood close behind her. She tried to get him to stay back so she could sneak out. She was about to make a swift exit when her apartment door opened and a woman; tall, Latina, long jet black hair, and a scandalous outfit on stepped into the hall. Fae rushed to crack the door and she spied on both of them. Cordell grabbed the girl by the chin and kissed her. The Latina dragged her long, red acrylics down Cordell’s naked torso and gripped his dick through his black sweats.

“I’ll see you at school on Monday, Miss Rio. Make sure you wear that sexy little pencil skirt for me so I can have better access.”

Fae almost lost it. She squeezed Erik’s door knob so tight she could have ripped it out. The nerve of this bum. So, he’s fucking a co-worker?! Typical shit. She looks like a cheap hoe. Fae was furious. How had she missed the signs? After school meetings? More like after school sessions with Miss. Rio. Is he even an assistant basketball coach? Fae watched with hurt eyes. Cordell palmed the girl’s ass and slapped it before grabbing her hand to kiss.

“You free tonight? I don’t think I can wait until Monday.”

Miss. Rio giggled, “I am. I have to do a little bit of laundry but that’s it. You wanna link again? You sure your woman won’t be around?”

“If she ain’t then we can chill. Please?”

Miss. Rio has this nigga begging to see her again. The way that felt like a stab to the heart. He couldn’t even make time to celebrate her promotion. He thought a fake bag and a fucking hibachi dinner was enough to make up for it.

“Well, since you put it that way, papi, I’ll see you tonight”

“I love you. I’ll call you later, okay? I’ll let you know about the party my mom is having.”

What?!!!

“Love you too. I’ll miss you, papi. Don’t forget to call me. I’ll be waiting.”

Fae cracked the door more when the other woman finally walked away. Cordell went back inside of their shared apartment. Fae shut the door and turned around, pressing her back against it and sliding down to her butt. She brought her knees to her chest and cried. Diesel rubbed his head against her arm. Fae looked up with tears streaming from her eyes, rubbing Diesel on his back while weeping softly.

A quick trip to Whole Foods was much needed because Erik’s refrigerator and pantry was on low supply. He did meal-prep often so today was his day to cook all of his meals for the last full week before leaving for work. He entered the building from his car with a mini cart to help bring everything to the thirteenth floor. He checked his phone and noticed a DM from Fae.

She told him that she would be leaving. He was a little bummed about that because he was looking forward to making breakfast for her. So many occurrences crossed his mind of what could go wrong when she goes back to her apartment. He wished that he’d gotten her number but Erik simply messaged her back.

_ES87: Leaving so soon? ☹️ I was going to make you breakfast. I’m worried about you going over there Fae. I’m on my way back up to the apartment. I didn’t want to wake you.

Erik made it to the elevators and before he could even press the button, the doors opened and out walked the other woman.

“Excuse me, good morning,” She gave Erik a friendly smile while trying to fix her hair.

“…Morning.”

It took him a while to reply. He watched her exit the building with her hair all over her head and her skirt turned every which way. Erik rushed onto the elevator, almost dropping his cart. His heart thumped in his chest the more he approached his floor. Did Fae catch her leaving? Did they fight? That elevator was moving too slow.

“Come on…come on…”

His panic set in.

Ding.

The doors opened and Erik rushed off of the elevator. The hall was silent and very still. He walked up to Fae’s door and pressed an ear to the surface of it to see if he could make out anything. He couldn’t hear a sound. Erik walked back to his apartment and rummaged for his keys in his hoodie pocket. He opened the door and as soon as he stepped inside, Fae was sitting on his couch in one of his hoodies and the shorts he gave her to sleep in.

Diesel was curled up on the floor in the living room and he shot up to his paws when he noticed Erik. Erik shut the door with his eyes on Fae while Diesel barked and walked around Erik to get his attention. He could see that Fae had been crying. He left his cart at the door and walked over to Fae. Erik sat next to her and pulled her into his embrace. They didn’t speak a word. She cried, body trembling the more her tears fell.

Erik snapped his fingers at Diesel and pointed to the floor when he caught him sniffing at the grocery bags. Diesel obeyed and looked at Erik expectantly, like he was waiting for another command. Erik continued to stroke Fae’s hair until she finally sat up to wipe her eyes. Fae looked at Erik, her brown eyes puffy and her lashes coated with tears.

“I was going to leave, but I saw them in the hall. He was–was talking to her so–so romantically. I can’t believe he–he told her that he love–loved her.”

“What?”

Erik couldn’t believe it. Fae nodded her head as she weeped.

“They work together. He’s been lying to me and cheating on me with her and whoever else. He never gave a fuck about me. While I poured my heart out to him about how much I’ve been hurt in the past, he turned around and did the same thing to me again!”

Erik sat there with a shocked expression. He simply picked Fae up and she straddled him with her face against his neck. Erik stroked her back and her hair to calm her down. His blood was boiling.

“I’m so angry with myself—”

“Don’t be. Fae, this isn’t your fault—”

“But I keep allowing myself to be in these situations, Erik. When will I learn—”

“You deserve better. I just wish this never happened to you. I hate to see you crying over this bitch ass nigga, mama…”

Erik shook his head and tightened his jaw.

“I’m on go anytime, Fae. I’ll do whatever just tell me when.”

And Erik meant it. He really wanted to kill him. The dark side of him smiled wickedly at that thought. What he wouldn’t give to push Cordell over the rooftop and watch him fall to his death with a lit blunt in his hand. He would be happy to know that every bone in his body would be shattered like glass and his organs converted to mush. Erik shook those thoughts from his mind to soothe Fae.

“I don’t want you to get involved in my mess, Erik.”

Fae sat back while rubbing her eyes. She exhaled a shaky breath and struggled to meet Erik’s eyes.

“I feel like I’m a burden with this,” Fae looked down at her hands, “Me and my shitty love life.”

Erik shook his head in disagreement, “Fae, I have no problem wit’ it. I don’t like the way he keeps disrespecting you—”

Fae’s phone started buzzing on the coffee table next to her knock-off. She scooped it up into her hand and her face froze. She looked at Erik and turned her phone so he could see.

“Oh, so now he’s calling you?” Erik scuffed, “Fuckin’ clown…”

“The crazy thing is, I never texted him last night to let him know I was okay. He had all night to blow up my phone to check on me but no…he was too busy getting his dick wet! Loser…”

“And you were good. I made sure you were straight. Something he’s supposed to do as your man.”

Erik and Fae locked eyes and laughed boisterously.

Fae tossed her phone on the couch, “Fuck him.”

Erik tapped Fae on the side of her booty, causing her to smile. Erik watched her stretch her arms above her head and rub her cheeks to get rid of the tears.

“I’m sorry that I left you alone. I figured I could make a quick run to Whole Foods. Did you see my DM?”

Fae shook her head, “No. I was too busy crying.”

Erik gave her phone back, “Put my number in.”

She logged Erik’s number in her contacts under his name. Erik laughed at that.

“What? I don’t care. He don’t care to bring bitches back to MY place to fuck, I don’t care to put your name in my phone for him to see.”

Fae sent Erik a text so he could create a contact for her. They sent each other a picture to use.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, girl.”

Erik couldn’t stop staring at her picture. Her face grew hot and she turned away when Erik finally looked up at her. She didn’t know why she was being so bashful. His fingers grasped her chin and turned her head back.

“Stop being all shy.” Erik teased.

“Okay,” Fae smiled, “Thank you.”

Erik smooths her hair behind her ear, “For what?”

“For putting a smile on my face. For being such a gentleman…and for calling me beautiful.”

Fae gathered the same courage that she had last night when she asked Erik if he wanted to fuck. Her arms snaked around Erik’s neck and she took charge, pressing her lips against his. Their lips molded together in slow motion. Erik swiped his tongue over her bottom lip and Fae parted her lips so he could stick his tongue in her mouth.

“There’s that big girl from last night,” Erik nibbled on her bottom lip, “And you’re welcome, baby girl.”

He pushed deeply into her mouth as she forced her tongue into his. They battled, both wanting to feast on what they couldn’t deny themselves. She clung to him as her head twisted to the right then the left. Each time she moved, she drove deeper inside his welcoming home. When he retreated she returned and this time she slipped her tongue over his teeth, enjoying the smooth pearls. Her teeth tugged on his lower lip, causing Erik to grunt.

Buzz buzz buzz

Fae ignored Cordell calling again.

“I wanna help you put the groceries away,” Fae climbed off of Erik and giggled at his groaning, “Come on.”

She grabbed his hand and tugged. Erik stood up from the couch with a pout on his bottom lip. Fae grabbed the handle to the cart and made her way into the kitchen. Erik released her hand and took the cart from her.

“You don’t gotta help, Fae.” Erik said.

“But I want to.” Fae said with a sweet tone.

Erik gave her a look and started putting the grocery bags on the kitchen island. Fae smiled brightly at him before opening a bag closest to her. It was filled with canned goods.

“That goes here,” Erik opened a door that led to a narrow walk-in pantry, “all of the canned goods and packaged foods.”

Fae emptied the bag and took her time loading the items into Erik’s pantry. Erik focused on putting away some of his meats and he left ground turkey and salmon out to meal prep with. Fae and Erik moved around the kitchen in silence, like they were a couple. It felt odd doing domestic things with a man who wasn’t even your man. When they finished, Erik folded all of the reusable grocery bags and placed them inside of his pantry.

“I didn’t tell you that I saw her getting off of the elevator on my way back,” Erik shut the pantry door, “She was still fixing her hair and clothes.”

“Yeah…her last name is Rio apparently. I wanted to drag that bitch. I should have. But my beef is with Cordell. I really don’t care anymore about who he sleeps with.”

Erik watched Fae closely while she stood at his kitchen island, staring down at the granite surface with a somber expression. Erik knew that Cordell telling that woman that he loved her still hurt Fae.

“…I told this man about my past, how I’ve been hurt…he really turned around and played in my face…”

Fae finally looked up at Erik and she shut her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Fae looked away, ashamed, “I keep dumping my feelings on you.”

“Fae, I don’t care. You can talk to me. Stop overthinking it.” Erik reassured her.

Fae released a sigh.

“You’re such a great listener. I’m sure your friends tell you that.”

Erik cocked his head to the side and gave a one shoulder shrug.

“I’ve always been the quiet one in my friend group. Apparently I’m the most level-headed to them. Which is funny, because I used to be a lil’ knuckle head. Always got into trouble. Scraping, in and out of juvie, suspended.”

“So pretty much a bad kid,” Fae joked, “I’m sure your parents had a lot on their hands.

“…my pops died when I was 11 or 12. My mom not too long after that.”

A crease formed in his brow and he looked as if he were fighting with his brain to keep all of those memories locked away in a vault. Fae walked around the kitchen island and stood next to him. She reached out her hand with hesitation, placing it on top of Erik’s hand and caressing it. His eyes fell on her and he gave her a small smile with a tease of his dimples.

“I’m sure all the bad shit you did was because of that…right?”

Erik nodded his head, “Yeah. I was angry for a while.”

“My mom and I didn’t have the best relationship. When she passed from diabetes complications, I felt so guilty. For a while I wished I could have hugged her one last time. The last time I spoke to her we were arguing…bad.”

Erik didn’t take his eyes off of her while she talked.

“…pretty much my family on my mothers side wanted to sell my grandmothers old home—my mom and I lived there—and I refused to let them do that. So, they burned the house down. I lost majority of my things…my sister too…and that was the last straw for me. I moved here and never looked back. I only keep in touch with my sister.”

“Damn. That’s just greed. And I’m assuming your grandmother didn’t want it sold?”

Fae shook her head, “No. she wanted it to remain in the family. The house was damaged, hasn’t been properly investigated, and they collected the money.”

“That’s messed up, Fae.” Erik said.

“It’s diabolical. That whole family can kiss my ass.”

Erik chuckled, “People like that get there’s eventually.”

Fae laughed, “Well, my aunt’s husband divorced her and took her money. My uncle has cancer—”

“Fuck!” Erik chuckled, “That karma came back around and knocked both of ‘em upside the head.”

“Gotcha bitch!” Fae shouted.

Erik and Fae were in a fit of laughter. Fae grabbed onto Erik’s arm to keep herself from falling to the floor. Erik’s eyes were swimming with tears. He hadn’t laughed this hard in a long time.

“Damn, girl. Not only are you beautiful, you funny as hell,” Erik wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie, “got me crying and shit.”

“My stomach hurt,” Fae giggled.

Erik surprised Fae when he wrapped his arms around her from behind and slipped his hands into the pockets of the hoodie she’s wearing. He put his face against her neck and the hairs from his mustache and goatee tickled her. She was in a fit of giggles trying to hide her neck from him.

“Erik! Stop!” Fae said with a high-pitched voice.

He hugged her tighter, his groin pressed firmly against her backside.

“Make me.” Erik whispered with a growl.

“You know I can’t,” Fae wiggled, “You’re too strong!”

“If I let you go…you gotta spend the rest of the day wit’ me.”

Fae went limp against him. Erik was far from limp. All that moving against his crotch made him stiff.

“You know I can’t do that. I gotta check on Deuce, do stuff around the apartment—ERIK!”

“That’s not the answer I was looking for, princess.”

“Maybe, okay?”

Erik brought his arms away but his body was still pressed up against her. Fae was trapped. She glanced back at Erik and he had a slight frown on his face.

“We’ll see—look he’s calling again.”

Buzz buzz buzz

Buzz buzz buzz

“Let me answer this,” Fae reached for her phone and swiped, “…Hello?”

“Fae?! What the hell? Where are you? I’ve been calling you.”

She almost laughed into the phone. Fae put it on speaker so Erik could hear as well. He had his hands on her waist beneath the hoodie she had on.

“I just got up. I had a long night, Cordell.”

Erik fought back a snigger. He pressed his face into Fae’s neck again and started kissing her there.

“You were supposed to let me know that you were okay, girl. I didn’t get one text or call from you last night…”

Fae squirmed against Erik. His plump lips created a sensation that Fae could feel from head to toe. As his lips traced her jaw, Erik tugged on the shorts she wore and yanked them down roughly. Fae gasped, reaching out to mute the phone.

“…You had me worried, Fae. It ain’t like you to do that…”

She was naked from the waist down. His hand with thick fingers climbed up the hoodie and found the cup of her bra. He squeezed her flesh and yanked one side down, her tittie popping out. He didn’t waste time taking her nipple between his fingers and twirling it. Fae bites down on her bottom lip hard, lowering her head.

“Fae?”

With one trembling finger, she unmuted the phone.

“I’m here ju–just exhausted fr–from last night.”

She quickly muted the call to giggle. Erik smiled against her cheek.

“You play too much,” She said with a hushed voice.

“So, being exhausted stops you from letting me know you straight? If it was the other way around I wouldn’t hear the end of it.”

Erik’s free hand smoothed down her stomach and it was right between her legs. He somehow got the other bra cup down and now he was playing with her nipples back and forth. Fae released a breathy moan.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Fae unmuted the phone to speak.

“Shut the fuck up.” Erik said.

Fae had to cover his mouth. She couldn’t believe he just said that.

“What? Fae?”

“Uh–listen, Dell, I gotta call you back. I have a really bad hangover. I’m gonna head out now—”

“Where are you right now? You failed to answer that question.”

“With Pandora and Jermaine.”

“I should have known. They’re a bad influence, Fae. They might not have a man in their life concerned but you do.”

She muted the phone in a rush when Erik inserted two of his thick fingers deep in her pussy from the front. He got straight to work working those thick digits in and out of her. Fae reached behind to grip his thigh.

“Mm, fuck,” her mouth fell open, “Right there…”

She could tell her pussy was creaming on his fingers. It was going in and out so easily. A lot of slip for him to finger-fuck her at the perfect angle. Already she felt her walls grip like she was ready to cum.

“Faedra!”

“I gotta call you back—shit,” Fae unmuted the call, “Can I call you back, Dell?”

He could tell she sounded out of breath over the phone.

“You aight?”

“No, Cordell. I to–told you I’m hung over!”

Fae lifted his hoodie up from behind so she could reach into his sweats.

“Fine. Are you coming straight home?”

Erik kissed his teeth, “This nigga bruh…”

Fae silently laughed.

“Yeah. Will you be home?”

He was digging deep in her pussy. Fae tried to widen her legs for him to have better access.

“I have to go take care of a few things for mom’s. I just wanted to hear your voice, baby.”

“Oh–okay. I–I’ll see you later.”

“Love you—”

Erik ended the call.

“You were talking way too long on the phone, Fae.”

“I didn’t want him to—fuck.”

Erik’s fingers slipped out. He sucked her mess off and turned her around, picking her up to straddle him. He walked with her in his embrace to the guest room since it was the closest while taking off her bra. Erik entered the room and shut it quickly so Diesel wouldn’t come in. He laid Fae down and she helped him take off his clothes.

“Your puss taste good,” Erik gripped her jaw and stuck his tongue in her mouth, “Doesn’t it?”

“Mhm,” Fae licked her lips.

“Spread your legs…”

Fae brought her knees to her chest and held her legs up. Both of them stared between her legs. A creamy mess was smeared all over her pussy. Erik got down on his knees and with his tongue he licked all of it up. Fae placed her hand on his head and he used his hands to hold her legs back.

“Daddy, yes,” Fae frowned her face and pouted her pretty lips, “that feels so good.”

“Mhm,” Erik flicked his tongue on her clit.

“Oh, shit,” Fae smoothed his locs back.

She watched with amazement at how he ate her with so much gusto. When he looked up at her, Fae didn’t look away. She locked eyes with him and fed her pussy to him with a slow whine of her hips. When his thick lips encased her clit she yanked his locs between her fingers. He loved the pain. It made him grunt into her pussy.

“Keep eating my pussy like that, fuck, Erik oh my god!”

Thighs shaking out of control, Fae climaxed in Erik’s mouth. He sucked her up one last time before kissing her inner thighs.

He stood and sucked his bottom lip in his mouth. Fae stood up and Erik traded places with her. She took his nine inches into her palm and slapped it against her tongue. Erik had a firm grip on her thick, silky tresses and Fae, with no hands, lowered her mouth around his girth until he was sitting at the back of her throat. All of him couldn’t fit, but she tried her best and he was pleased.

“Mmm, suck that dick, girl,” Erik had Fae by the back of her head and he raised his hips to feed her dick, “Mmmm…that’s it, pretty girl…throat daddy’s dick.”

She was a spit covered mess.

“Who’s daddy?”

Fae had to hum a response because her mouth was full of big dick.

“Fae…when I send you home, I better not find out you letting that nigga hit. I’m serious.”

Fae looked up at Erik through her lashes. He had this glint in his eyes that told her not to play with him.

Fae’s mouth popped off and she jerked him, “Dead ass?”

“He don’t deserve to touch you no more, Fae.”

Fae dragged her lips along his length. She was back on that dick with a vice grip and sucked him long. From tip to base and back up. Spit and tongue. All types of noises.

“You workin’ to make daddy nut…that’s right, mama…yes…get that nut.”

His low eyes and parted lips had Fae going crazy. She loved the look on a man’s face whenever she was on her knees. It was so satisfying. Erik’s eyes rolled shut and his head went back. She went faster, Erik’s thigh muscles tightened, his abs flexed, and his biceps bulged.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm…hmmmmmmmmm—”

Spurt after spurt of his thick cum hit the back of her throat like a bullseye. Fae swallowed everything. Erik pet her hair and then smoothed his hand down the length of her strands.

“Fuck, Fae,” He had his dick at the base, slapping it against her tongue, “You ain’t leave nothing behind, girl.”

She licked the last bit of cum from his balls and let out a suppressed laugh while wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“You taste great,” Fae giggled.

Erik helped her up and Fae climbed on top of him. She was about to lower her pussy on him but stopped when she realized they forgot the condom.

“Top drawer,” Erik pointed to the bedside table, “I keep some in here too.”

Fae grabbed one and opened the packet. She rolled it over his length carefully and proceeded to get into position again. She reached beneath her to grip his dick while her eyes were focused on Erik. He had both of his hands on her ass, arching her back so she could fit him inside easier.

“There you go,” Erik eased her onto his dick, “good girl..”

“Unhhh…”

Fae felt full. She sat there with him inside of her while they kissed.

“C’mon, mamas,” Erik popped her on the under cuff of her left cheek, “Get this dick.”

Fae planted her hands on Erik’s chest and as soon as she got her footing, she bounced up and down. Her ass collided with his balls each time she went down.

“I can hear that wet puss…”

Erik’s hands gripped the sheets and he widened his thighs. Fae continued to bounce. All she could do was moan and whimper. It felt too good. Usually, she didn’t enjoy riding, but Erik’s dick is longer and thicker than Cordell’s.

Erik popped her on the ass, “Good girl, take this big dick.”

“Yes,” Fae dropped to her knees and bounced her hips, “This…”

“This dick good?” Erik said, finishing her words for her.

Fae nodded her head rapidly with her eyes squeezed shut and lips parted. She was panting out of control like she was out of breath.

“Fae…Faedra,” Erik brought his feet to the bed and started fucking up into her pussy, “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes and one of her hands went back to try and grip Erik’s leg. He grabbed her wrist so fast she didn’t see it coming. He delivered strokes to her pussy at the same pace, never letting up.

“Cum on this dick…cum on this dick…”

“Oooooooo—”

“You’re such a good girl.”

He released her wrist from his grip and took her waist instead. Erik continued to pound her from underneath. Fae pressed against him and grabbed his wrists. That ass from Erik’s position was moving like jello.

“DADDY!”

Fae sank her teeth into Erik’s left pectoral and he groaned.

“You ain’t never had it like this, huh?!”

“No! No! No!”

Erik held his dick deep when Fae started cumming again. When she was able to catch her breath again, he went right back to fucking her.

“Daddy, oh my goodness!”

Erik wrapped his arms around her. He was close. So close. He buried his face into her hair and inhaled her sweet scent.

“I’m gonna bust, babyyyyyyy, shitttttt—”

He pulled out and that condom filled to the brim with his cum. Fae was hyperventilating above him with her hands on his chest. They were both covered in sweat and sticky.

“Fae…”

She looked down at him and he had his lips puckered for a kiss. She kissed him deeply before climbing off of him.

“I need a bath. Is it okay if I use your whirlpool tub?”

Erik stood and pinched the condom while it was still on his dick. He was still hard as a rock.

“Yeah. I’m gonna take a quick shower. I wanna make you breakfast.”

They both walked into the bathroom and Erik rubbed on Fae’s ass along the way. She ran some bath water and Erik took a quick shower. Fae watched him scrub his body in pure bliss. Erik caught her eye and he winked at her.

She pinned her hair up again and climbed into the tub when it was halfway full. She used her foot to turn off the water and relaxed back so the hot water could sooth her muscles. Erik was out of the shower with a towel around his waist.

“Don’t rush. Take your time,” Erik cleaned his face, “I want you to relax. You deserve it.”

When he finished drying off, on his way out of the bathroom he kissed Fae on her forehead. Her eyes traveled the length of his naked body until she was staring at his face. Fae gave him a content smile and Erik left her alone to relax.

Tonight, I got the time

So come fuck with me now

You only

Let me know if you're down

Fuck with me, girl

Fuck with me, girl

Fuck me, girl

Ooh, come fuck with me now

You only

Erik turned off the stove and grabbed a platter to plate the home fries with onions and peppers. He’s shirtless and wearing a pair of black ball shorts with nothing underneath, locs covered so his hair wouldn’t smell like the food he was cooking.

…I could go through the whole night with you

What's up, what's up? What the body do?

Like a new car when the body new

Wanna get in, wanna ride with you

Ride on me, I'll ride on you

He was vibing to DVSN. Diesel was circling Erik to try and catch any food that dropped to the floor. Erik had already fed him breakfast—three boiled eggs, apples, cantaloupe, peanut butter, and yogurt drizzled in manuka honey—his favorite. Grabbing the cast iron skillet with an oven mit, Erik walked over to the sink to soak it with warm water and soap.

Back at the stove, he grabbed a non-stick skillet, and buttered the pot so he could cook the eggs. He decided to make a veggie scrample with cheese. Erik sautéed the eggs mixed with peppers, onions, garlic, spinach, and tomatoes. He hummed along to the music while sneaking a piece of bacon to eat on. Turning off the stove, he grabbed a glass bowl and dumped the eggs inside before placing it on his kitchen island with the rest of the breakfast.

After cleaning, Fae walked out wearing his hoodie with her hair up in a messy bun. He could tell that her silk press started to sweat out from the sex. She even had on his sheepskin ugg slippers. Erik had to do a double-take when he noticed. He hadn’t paid any attention before, but he’d just realized that Fae has body art. Her back, left arm and chest, right rib cage, and both legs. Fae gave Erik a beautiful smile with all her pearly white teeth before rubbing her hands together when she noticed the food.

“Is this for me?!” She said with a silvery voice.

“Yeah. Figured you could use some food after I worked that body out.”

Fae rolled her eyes with a flutter of her lashes and a smile teased her moist lips. She leaned over the counter and grabbed a strawberry.

“How nice of you, daddy,” Fae blinked her eyes seductively at Erik while biting into the strawberry.

Erik watched her with a smirk. Fae licked her fingers.

“I gotta go check on Deuce. I was thinking I could bring him over?”

“Dressed like that?” Erik raised his brows as his eyes scanned her body.

“Yeah. Cordell isn’t home. I can just sneak over, grab Deuce and his leash. I’ll be quick.”

“Don’t let the nosy ass neighbors see you.” Erik said.

“I’m not worried about them Erik! I’ll be back!”

Fae left and Erik exhaled. While she was gone, he plated their food and made both of them glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice. Fae was back within five minutes, Deuce in her arms and his leash in her free hand. She sat him down and scratched behind his ears while talking to him like he could understand a word she said.

“That’s my Deuce! Mama misses you!”

He had his tongue out and his tail wagging.

“You’re such a good boy! You’re such a good boy!”

Fae sat Deuce down and he started to explore the kitchen—sniffing around—and Diesel followed him. Fae and Erik watched them interact for a little while before Fae finally accepted her plate and walked with Erik to eat at his dining table. He pulled out her seat for her and he took his right across from her. They forgot the drinks so Erik shot up from his seat to grab them. Fae looked around his dining room and noticed a small table with some framed pictures on it. All of them had Erik in them.

The first was an antique gold scalloped frame with a baby picture of Erik and his parents. They were standing in front of the Sleeping Beauty Castle at Disneyland. A blue and red Graco baby stroller was parked next to his mother while she stood with her arms wrapped around Erik’s father. His mother was beautiful. She had tawny skin, long, slender locs and sandy brown hair. Vintage oversized eyeglasses were on her face and she wore a fitted white tee and high waisted mom jeans that hugged her generously hips.

Erik’s father was a tall, carob-skinned man with a thick gold chain and dressed in a white muscle tee with Hulk Hogan on the front. He wore red basketball shorts that stopped at his upper knees. He was built, pecs bulging over the top of his muscle tee, and his arms were scary to look at. That man was cut like he lived in the gym. Erik was in his arms, dressed similar to his dad except he had on a Disneyland T-shirt with blue shorts on. They all had on the same high-top Adidas and Erik and his mother wore Mickey Mouse ears.

Erik took after both of them.

He returned and Fae blinked her eyes away from the photo. He was back in his seat and tucking into his food. Fae forked some of the potatoes and tasted them, closing her eyes with content. It was so flavorful. The eggs were so good. The bacon was the perfect amount of crispy. The fruit was delicious. The orange juice was refreshing.

“This is great, Erik,” Fae finished her eggs.

“Thank you.”

Fae looked at the photo again and then back at Erik.

“Do you have more photos with your parents?”

Erik looked over at her through his lashes while hunched over his food.

“I do. But my grandma has them all.”

“I see,” Fae took a sip of her juice, “what happened to them?”

Erik sat back in his seat and stared at Fae.

“Your parents? I-I’m sorry if you don’t want to answer. I know you said your mom died…”

“…uhm,” Erik looked away at their photo and then his eyes dropped to his lap, “My dad was murdered. My mom died in her sleep…brain aneurysm.”

Fae didn’t know what to say to that. She sat across from Erik with her fork suspended over her half-eaten plate, her vision growing foggy from tears that would have fallen if she didn’t wipe her eyes quickly. Erik finally looked up at her and she could see the pain in his eyes.

Erik rested his elbows on the table and leaned in, “My pops died during the LA riots in ‘92. He was just trying to keep the peace. Niggas ain’t like that shit so they killed him. Drive by…right in front of our house. I was on my Big Wheel and–and I just…”

Erik shrugged both of his shoulders. He twisted his thick lips and shook his head, as if to say that’s how it was living in that environment. You gotta watch your back.

“All because he was doing better for himself. It was envy…my mom she just…she never got over it. She was so stressed all the time. I don’t even wanna get into the details with that but…yeah…my grandparents took me in, raised me up, dealt with my bullshit…”

“Erik, that’s a lot,” Fae had her elbows propped up on the table while her face rested in her hands. She was listening intently, “Too much for a child to just…take in, you know? To understand…I can’t even imagine—well, I get it.”

Erik sat up straighter in his seat and brushed it off, “All good. ‘Ppreciate you for listening.”

“Of course.” Fae replied with a warm smile.

Fae felt compelled to share more about herself.

“…My mom was a God-fearing woman. She tried to turn my sister and me into versions of herself. I’m sure you know how the Church can be…a bunch of judgmental hypocrites. What she didn’t know, was that I couldn’t stand being there because…”

Fae felt a single tear roll down her cheek. She brought her knees to her chest and wiped her cheeks with Erik’s hoodie. Erik looked at her with a crease in his brow and concerned eyes.

“My uncle…he would…”

Erik shook his head, “Fae…no,” Erik furrowed his brows.

He didn’t like where this conversation was heading. He didn’t even want to think about what she was going to say.

“…She didn’t believe me. She called me promiscuous, punished me for speaking up, made me feel guilty like it was my fault. I resented her. But…I just wanted her to love me. Be proud of me. I used to think it was because of me that she stopped caring about her health…”

Erik stood up from his seat and walked around the table until he was right next to Fae. He rubbed her back and told her that it was going to be okay. Fae released a shaky breath.

“Fae?”

Erik called out to her because she was too quiet.

Fae sniffled, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing, love?”

“Because if I hadn’t asked you about your parents, we wouldn’t be here.”

Erik grabbed Fae by her hands and she stood up. He rubbed along her shoulders before tilting her chin up to look at him.

“You don’t need to apologize for that. We were having a deep, meaningful conversation. That’s all.” Erik reassured her.

Fae tilted her head at him, “We were just trauma-bonding. Again. Forget that we even had this discussion and let’s talk about something else.”

“…okay. Whatever you say, Miss Faedra.”

She shook out her limbs and Erik chuckled at how she looked swimming in his hoodie.

“I want some more food,” Fae grabbed her plate and walked back into the kitchen.

Erik was right behind her. Diesel and Deuce almost knocked him down the way they sprinted past him. He couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d just shared with him. Did her uncle…

“Chill out!” Erik shouted after them.

Watching her walk ahead of him on that perfect fall afternoon brought a smirk to his face. Fae looked back at Erik, beaming at him, the sun making her honeyed skin glow. Deuce was dragging her along to the dog park and Fae almost tripped in her platform Uggs. Erik grabbed her by the hand and she laughed against his arm.

Finally at the park, they released Deuce and Diesel to play amongst the other dogs. Fae took pictures of Deuce and Diesel running amuck while Erik stood there, watching her intently. He had to gather himself when she caught him staring and winked.

Faedra McAdams.

This petite woman that reminded him of Pocahontas is affecting his heart in ways he’d never genuinely experienced. Erik never knew it possible to fall so hard for someone in such a short period. It’s only been almost a month. It’s definitely more than lust. He really likes her. Erik kicked at the gravel beneath his feet deep in thought. Hands in the pockets of his sweats, he thought about their situation.

When she does break up with Cordell, will she still pursue me?

I want to take her out on a date.

She’s so good with Diesel.

I want to know more about her.

“You only have a sister?”

Faedra turned towards Erik.

“I do. I had a step brother…he passed.”

“Damn,” Erik shook his head, “What happened?”

“Gun violence.”

Fae gave Erik a small smile.

“What?” Erik asked.

“You were in deep thought over there…everything okay?”

He bobbed his head, “All good, ma. Just thinking about this damn job.”

Erik dragged his hands down his face.

How would she react when I tell her I assassinate people for a living?

“Where do you have to go?” Fae questioned.

“Bangkok. Not sure how long but it just depends on the extent of the job. I really should be training but…”

Erik cocked his head at Fae and his eyes flashed with playfulness. She rolled her eyes at him and pursed her luscious lips.

“So, it’s my fault?”

“Damn right. A pleasant distraction…”

Fae crossed her arms and turned her face away to hide her blush. She started walking in the other direction around the play area and Erik followed her. She glanced back at Erik over her shoulder and squinted at him with a teasing smile on her face.

“…so, these doggy dates, right?”

“Yeahhh,” Fae replied.

Erik walked up behind her and pressed his lips to her ear, startling her.

“Does it involve doggy style?” He whispered.

Fae giggled and shook her head.

“You’re so stupid.”

“So, that’s a yes?”

Fae looked heavenward.

“Okay,” She licked her lips.

Erik dragged his bottom lip between his teeth. They made it back to there same spot to check on their dogs. Fae glanced at her phone a few times with her forehead puckered. Erik knew who it had to be.

“That nigga keep blowing your phone up?”

“Yep,” Fae exhales, “He’s back at the apartment.”

Erik gave Fae a once-over and then looked away.

“He’s really pissing me off,” Fae showed Erik her phone with another call from him, “Like, leave me the hell alone right now.”

Erik had a light bulb moment. He snickered to himself before locking eyes with Fae. She surveyed his expression.

“What are you laughing at this time, goofy?”

“Oh, just…forgot to bring a ball for the boys to play fetch. I just had a little idea of what we could use…”

Erik’s eyes dropped down to Fae’s knock-off. She followed his gaze and it took her a minute to catch on, but when she did, her laugh was splendid. She was bent over, hands to knees, hysterical. Erik brought a hand to his stomach and his shoulders bounced with his own laughter.

“You make me sick!” Fae wiped her eyes.

“Diesel!” Erik whistled.

“Deuce!” Fae called out.

They both came bounding over.

“Fuck it,” Fae emptied her bag, “Here.”

Erik gladly accepted the bag. He shook it in front of Deuce and Diesel and they followed it closely with their eyes.

“Fetch!”

Erik tossed the bag and both of them sprinted off. Fae watched with wide eyes and her hands covering her mouth with surprise. Erik couldn’t stop chuckling. They had their teeth latched onto her bag, tugging and yanking with their strong jaws. Fae witnessed the destruction with shock.

Diesel had the shredded bag in his mouth and Deuce had the handle hanging from his mouth. They ran up on Erik and he took the ruined fragments. He held them up for Fae to look at and she couldn’t believe it.

“They chewed through that motherfucka!” Erik smiled with his dimples deep, “Gahhhh.”

Fae was in a fit of giggles.

“He’s gonna be so pissed.” Fae said.

“Good.” Erik replied.

They let Deuce and Diesel play for another thirty minutes before heading back to the apartment. Diesel went for a bathroom break and Erik groaned when he had to pick up his shit. Fae gave him some hand sanitizer.

“I meant to ask, who is Pandora and Jermaine?”

Fae giggled, “My two besties. I met them in college. They’re models. Before I met Cordell, they took me all over NY. All the exclusive parties, fashion shows…it was fun. I got with Cordell and he’s been very vocal about his disdain for them.”

“So, he’s just one big hating ass bitch?”

Fae laughed, “Pretty much.”

At the apartment building now, Fae stops in her tracks when Erik opened the door for her to enter.

“What?” Erik stared at Fae with a puzzled look.

“We should go up separately.”

Erik gave Fae a half shrug, “Okay. I’ll let you go first.”

Fae finally walked inside and Erik took slow strides to the elevator while Fae quickly pressed the button. He could sense her anxiousness. She was fidgeting with Deuce’s leash, tapping her foot, and sighing.

“Fae, calm down. You know I’m right next door if you need me. And you have my number.” Erik reassured her.

Fae gave Erik a small smile as she entered the elevator. He could sense her hesitancy. Erik was afraid of what might go down. He didn’t know anything about Cordell besides the fact that he’s a cheater and hates Erik’s guts. This man could have a temper. One that requires him to be put in check.

“Call me if you need me, Fae. I’m serious.”

Fae nodded her head and waved to Erik as the doors closed.

Keys in the door, Fae opened it carefully and as she walked in, she could hear the kitchen sink running. She shut the door behind her slowly and stood at the door for a minute to try and gather herself. She hadn’t had time to prepare to face Cordell after all that transpired. Fae’s eyes scanned the living room and she tried to find any traces of the other woman. Of course, there wouldn’t be. If it was, Cordell had cleaned up.

Fae crouched down to release Deuce and he sprinted off into the kitchen. She sat his leash down on a side table next to the door along with her keys. She looked down at her body and instantly her eyes went round. She was still wearing Erik’s hoodie! She rushed to take it off and couldn’t figure out where to toss it for now.

“Fae?!”

Cordell turned off the kitchen sink. Fae quickly walked over to the couch and threw the hoodie behind it before taking a seat. As soon as she sat down, Cordell entered the room and he had a well rehearsed expression of worry.

“Hey,” Fae said with uncertainty in her voice. She cleared her throat to speak again, “Hey, baby.”

Cordell walked over to her and Fae held her breath. He sat down next to her and kissed her cheek. Her jaw tightened.

“Had me worried,” Cordell’s eyes scanned her body, “Where’s your jacket?”

Shit.

“Left it at Pandora and Jermaine’s. I wanted to get home to check on Deuce and take him for a walk.”

Fae shifted her hips away from Cordell on the couch. Even the feel of his leg against hers angered her.

“So, you came home and took Deuce for a walk with no jacket on? I’m shocked,” Cordell chuckled, “You know how your immune system is for shit.”

Fae let out a fake laugh, “Yeah. Today isn’t bad. It’s like sixty-five degrees out.”

“What did y’all do last night?” Cordell circled his arm around Fae’s shoulders.

Nigga, get your cheating ass hands off me!

“Went out for drinks, came back to the apartment to play a little Uno, sat up and talked…girl stuff…”

“I’m just glad you’re safe. I was worried all night about you, baby. I ended up going to bed early. I was so tired after grading those papers…”

He went on and on with his lie and Fae sat there zoned out. She focused her attention on her coffee table and noticed her special candles were out of place.

“My candles,” Fae leaned forward to fix them, “Did you move these?”

Fae looked at Cordell and he had this nervous look on his face. He tried to hide it with a chuckle and a slap to his forehead like he’d forgotten about it.

“My fault, babe. Spilled some water and did a quick clean up.”

“Oh, okay,” Fae sat back, “Thought you might’ve had someone over.”

Cordell looked at Fae for a second. His eyes were guilty as fuck.

“Hell no. Could have been you but you had to go out with your friends.”

Really nigga? Fae thought. She had something for that ass.

“Dell, I gotta show you something. Don’t get mad, okay?”

Cordell frowned his forehead, “What could I be mad about?”

Fae stood up and walked towards the door to retrieve her damaged purse that was beyond repair. She had to gather immense strength to keep from having a laughing fit.

“So…this happened at the doggy park—”

“What!!”

Cordell shot up from the couch and took long strides towards Fae. He plucked the pieces from her hands and turned it every which way, mouth hanging open and anger in his eyes.

“How the fuck did this happen, Fae?”

Fae shrugged both of her shoulders while she chewed on her lip.

“I can’t believe this. You know how much this cost me? Almost 2 bands.”

It barely cleared two hundred dollars, Fae thought.

“I’m sorry. The dog just latched onto my bag at the park—”

“Did Deuce do this?” Cordell questioned with an accusatory tone, cutting her off.

“No. It was some random dog at the park, Cordell—”

“Why would some random dog chew up a fucking bag, Fae?”

“I don’t know, go ask the owner.” Fae fired back.

“You don’t seem too upset about it. This shit wasn’t cheap, bruh,” Cordell groaned with irritation, “Like you don’t get that shit—”

“My rent ain’t cheap, Cordell. It’s just a bag, it was an accident!”

“To you,” Cordell argued, “When it’s coming out of my pockets it concerns me.”

“You can just get me a new one.” Fae replied matter-of-factly.

Cordell looked at her like she had two heads.

“Do you even deserve a new one after this?”

Oh, so now he’s talking to me like I’m a child?

“Cordell, relax. And yes, I do deserve it.” Fae sassed.

Fae brushed past him and Cordell followed her all the way to their room. Deuce was barking after Cordell because he could sense that Fae was upset. Cordell caught up with Fae and slammed the door in Deuce’s face. Fae turned on her heels and scowled at Cordell from the other side of the bed.

“Don’t slam the door in my dog face, Cordell!”

“You know what I think,” He pointed a finger at her, “I think Deuce did this shit.”

“Oh my god,” Fae laughed at the audacity, “Cordell, I’m done with this conversation. I have a hair appointment in about two hours I gotta get ready.”

“Fine.”

Cordell tossed the chewed up bag onto the bed, opened the door and stormed off. Fae quietly laughed to herself, rolling around the bed. Deuce hopped up on the bed next to her and started licking her face. Fae rubbed his back and tried to calm herself down but the tears were rolling into her hairline.

Her phone vibrated with a text and she grabbed it from her back pocket to check it. A smile instantly spread across her lips. Fae flipped over onto her stomach, legs swinging, typing out a reply to her sneaky link.

“I’m sorry.”

Fae looked up at Cordell. He was standing in the doorway with a sorry look on his face.

“It’s okay…”

Fae put her phone face down and got up from the bed to hug Cordell. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his embrace. Fae looked to the ceiling with a roll of her eyes before Cordell released her. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers and tried to give her tongue but Fae broke the kiss.

“I gotta go,” Fae grabbed her phone and another purse—a small black Telfar—from her closet, “I’m gonna be late for my hair appointment.”

Cordell sat down on the bed, “Mom’s is having that party tonight. You still wanna come with me?”

Fae acted as if she were considering it, but deep down she wasn’t going. Before she discovered that her man was cheating on her, she might have. But, Cordell’s family are just as fake as he is. This wouldn’t be the first time he brought another woman around his family and they turned a blind eye. Fae was certain of that.

“…No. I think I’m gonna relax. After going out last night, my body is exhausted. I hope that’s okay…”

Cordell lowered his head and gave Fae a dismissive wave of his hand, “It’s all good, Fae. Maybe next time, right?”

There won’t be a next time.

“Yeah. I’m sorry, babe. You look like you really wanted me to go,” Fae pouted her lip, “Listen, I’ll go with you—”

“Fae, it’s okay,” Cordell smiled, “I want you to relax. I’ll be fine, baby.”

“You sure?” Fae bat her lashes at Cordell.

“I am. I promise.”

“Well, I may not see you when I get back…”

Cordell nodded his head, “Yeah I gotta head out a little earlier to help her set up. You know how my lazy ass brother is. Don’t wanna do shit…”

Fae gave Cordell one final hug and kiss and he tapped her on the butt. She turned back and waved before leaving the room.

“Hey! Maybe when I get home we can have a little session? I ain’t been in my pussy for the last couple of days.”

Fae cringed.

“We’ll see! Love you!”

“Love you too!”

She collected her things, including Erik’s hoodie, and left the apartment

Erik had just finished feeding Diesel. He took him out for a quick bathroom break and on his way back he thought about taking Fae out for dinner. He put on a white T-shirt with olive green cargo pants that fit snug at the ankles and white air force 1’s. He accessorized with diamond studded earrings, a white gold, thick cuban link chain, and a diamond gold Rolex. Erik completed the look with a black Supreme varsity letterman jacket.

He did one final sweep of his room to make sure he had everything before making his way out towards the door. Fae texted him that he could come over and Erik was out the door. He casually walked up to her door and knocked three times. Fae opened the door and Erik picked up Deuce so he wouldn’t run into the hall.

Erik looked around Fae’s apartment. It was stylishly furnished and spacious. She had a lot of large plants in her living room, and plenty of wall art. Erik brought his eyes to Fae and admired her. She looked pretty for the date night. He was digging the braids heavy.

He could see her ass through her tall ornate mirror that she had propped up in her living room. It was sitting in those jeans.

“Hi,” Fae gave Erik a flirty smile, “you look handsome.”

“Thank you.”

Erik couldn’t help but to gently stroke Fae’s chin. He tilted her head up and went in for a kiss on those soft, glossy lips. He noticed that she’d outlined her lips with a brown pencil. Mmmm. He stole another kiss and licked his lips to taste her gloss. It tasted like cherries. His wide hands cuffed both of her cheeks and he squeezed, groped, and fondled her backside.

“You wearing this shit, baby,” Erik looked over at the mirror, “Slim-thick for real.”

“Stop making me blush,” Fae said with a cute, whiny voice.

“When you deserve it? Nah…”

Erik brought his lips to her neck and Fae squeaked. It was the cutest thing Erik ever heard.

“Erik,” Fae tried to get his attention, “we gotta go…”

Fae walked away and Erik popped her on the ass. She checked everything and grabbed her keys, following Erik out of the apartment hand-in-hand. They took the elevator down, Fae standing in front of Erik while he wrapped his arms around her and put his nose in her hair. Fae was loving that he was very touchy-feely with her. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Or his lips. Or his dick. She was in pure bliss. He wanted to see her smile and blush all the time just as much as he wanted to see her bite her lip and make love faces.

In the garage, they made their way to Erik’s car and when he pressed the button twice to unlock it, Fae’s arched brows rose.

Erik opened her door for her and Fae climbed in. He shut her door and made his way around to get into the driver’s seat.

“This is so fire,” Fae looked around, feeling on the dash, “I love the matte finish on the car.”

“Thanks,” Erik glanced at her with a half smirk, “Buckle up, passenger princess.”

Fae giggled. Secured, they were on their way to Konoko. Erik was listening to Usher previously. Fae recognized the song and she started singing along.

Erik joined in, his voice surprisingly good. It wasn’t Usher good, but he could hold a note. Erik caught Fae watching and he started singing to her.

On this side (This side)

Legs up like a peace sign (Ooh)

Two cups down, got her tongue-tied (Tongue-tied)

Can't wait 'til I'm inside (Inside)

Beat, beat 'til the sunrise

All up in her hair like a hair tie

Two cups down, got us tongue-tied

I can't wait 'til I'm inside, woah…

“Okay vocals!”

“I meannn,” Erik stroked his chin all cocky, “I can do a lil’ somethin’ somethin’.”

Fae silently laughed to herself. Erik’s hand found its way to her thigh as he drove. He caressed her while one-hand whipping his car. Occasionally they would catch each other’s eye and smile. SWV-Right Here started playing and Fae squealed excitedly. She turned it up and started shimmying her hips and rocking her shoulders in time to the old skool beat. Erik was right with her, head bopping and mouthing the lyrics.

“Right Here! Be Right Here! RIGHT HERE!”

“No fear, Have no fears! NO TEARS!”

Erik slowed down behind a truck at a red light. He acted like Fae’s personal hype man.

“Okay!” Erik said.

“You know I sound a hot mess!” Fae shouted over the loud music.

Erik pulled off. They drove for another twenty minutes and finally, they made it to Konoko. It was packed which was expected, so Erik had to drive around for a little bit to find a parking spot. Erik quickly parallel parked and made his way around to open Fae’s door.

“Hello! Welcome to Konoko. My name is Malcom, I’ll be your server for today. Is this your first time dining with us?”

At the heart of the establishment, Konoko embraces the “one love” spirit of Jamaica. Each reservation and every encounter with their guests reflects this deep-rooted ethos, ensuring a unique and authentic Jamaican experience for all. They are best known for their exceptional service, and delectable cuisine.

“Yeah, this is our first time. What would you recommend for drinks?” Erik asked.

“Cocktails?” Malcom responded.

“Yes.”

They both spoke in unison. Fae gave Erik a surprised look and he laughed. It was as if they were twin flames.

“It depends on your preferences. What were you looking at on the menu? I can give you my personal opinion about it.” Malcom said.

“Cool. You first,” Erik motioned to Fae.

“I was wondering if I could try your Rhum Punch. Is it really good? Like straight from Jamaica good?”

Malcolm gleamed, showing off the gap between his teeth and nods his head, “The Rhum Punch is actually my favorite. I’ve tried them all but that one I really love. It’s a great balance.”

Fae perked up, “I’ll have that one then.”

“Okay. For you, Sir?”

“The Bob Marley. That’s an icon,” Erik stated, eyebrows disappearing beneath his locs, “so the drink gotta be good, right?”

Fae chuckled.

“It’s definitely a hit if you’re looking for something stronger. I like it, but it’s too strong for me. One of those is enough to get me drunk honestly.”

“You’re speaking my language, bro. I’ll take The Bob Marley.”

“Got it. Anything else? Appetizers?”

Erik and Fae looked over the starter menu. She knew what she wanted instantly, but she wasn’t sure if Erik would agree. She looked over at Erik expectantly through her lashes. He caught her eye and smirked at her.

“Do you know what you want?” He asked.

“Uh…maybe we can do the jerk wings.”

“We’ll have that,” Erik pondered, twisting his thick lips, “Also, I’ll get the coconut shrimp as well.”

“Perfect,” Malcom scribbled that down, “I’ll be right back with your drinks and some water.”

“Thank you.”

They did it again.

“So, Miss. Fae, how are you enjoying our date so far?” Erik questioned with a playful expression.

“I’m having a lot of fun.” Fae said with a blush.

“Faedra?!”

“Oh my god, that is her!”

Her heart leaped into her throat. Erik followed those voices with a crease in his brow. Two women walked over dressed in their finest freekum dresses with stilettos. The taller woman with the natural fro wore a Chanel bag and the other woman with a side-part quick weave wore a Brandon Blackwood purse. What a coincidence would it be to run into her two best friends tonight of all times?

“Pandora!” Fae was referring to the taller woman, “Jermaine!” Her brown eyes looked at her other friend, “Wow! Funny running into both of y’all! Hey besties!” Her voice was numb with shock.

Pandora’s eyes were wide and she put on a forced smile, glancing over at Erik. Jermaine was staring him up and down with accusatory eyes.

“Fae-Fae, who is this?” Pandora asked, pointing at Erik with her long, acrylic hot pink nail.

“Yes, who is your dinner partner?” Jermaine questioned with a hint of sarcasm.

“Uh—”

“Erik.”

Erik confidently held out his hand and Pandora grabbed it first to shake. Jermaine shook his hand but continued to keep an eye on him. Both ladies looked at Fae with the we have a lot to talk about look. She had a lot of explaining to do apparently.

“Erik? Okay…nice to meet you,” Jermaine looked Erik up and down, trying to come up with a reason in her mind why Fae would be on a date with another man, “How do you know our Fae-Fae?”

“He—”

“We’re neighbors.”

Fae cut her eyes at her friends and smiled nervously.

“Oh. That’s…” Pandora and Jermaine shared a look, “That’s interesting.”

Erik furrowed his brows and blinked at both of them while the corner of his mouth twitched, fighting the urge to laugh.

This was awkward.

“Well, we should be going,” Jermaine looped her arm around Pandora’s quickly, “Fae-Fae, we love you, be safe, and…we’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Of course,” Fae shifted in her seat, “I’ll call you ladies tomorrow.”

“Why don’t we go out for brunch?!” Pandora suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” Fae nodded her head, her eyes saying more than what she wanted to say at the moment.

“Okay, good night, Erik. Nice meeting you,” Pandora waved goodbye.

“Good night,” Jermaine bid them farewell.

Both ladies strutted away but they glanced back at their booth with nosy eyes. Fae exhaled a shaky breath and fidgeted in her seat, unable to meet Erik’s eyes. He was watching her closely with a smirk on his plump lips.

“Here are your drinks…”

Malcom returned and placed their drinks on the table.

“Appetizers will be out soon, enjoy!”

“Thank you.”

Again.

“Ooo,” Erik smacked his lips after taking a sip, “That is good. Well mixed, strong, lots of flavor. I’m feelin’ it.”

Fae took a sip of hers and her brown eyes widened with happiness.

“I love it! It’s delicious,” she took another sip and slid her drink aside for a moment.

Erik continued drinking his, bobbing his head to the music, onyx eyes glancing around. Fae twirled her straw around her drink. She was bursting to say something about what had just happened. She was ready to explode.

“That was unexpected, huh?” Fae giggled.

“Yeah,” Erik sat his drink down, chuckling, “You weren’t prepared for that one at all.”

Fae rolled her eyes.

“I’m surprised you haven’t said anything to them about it.” Erik said.

“I—I really didn’t want to share this…I kinda wanted to do my own thing without people telling me what I shouldn’t do.”

Erik mulled her words over while studying her face.

“Isn’t what Faedra wants to do more important than anybody else’s unprovoked opinion?”

She tilted her head in agreement, “It is.”

“So, there’s nothing to be embarrassed or nervous about.” Erik said.

Fae sipped from her straw and visibly relaxed. The appetizers came out and Fae took pictures of the food. They sampled food from each other’s plates and both were delicious. Fae let Erik eat the rest of her wings so she could save room for the curry shrimp, peas and rice, cabbage, and coco bread.

“When is your birthday?” Erik asked.

“Oh, August 5th. You?”

“March 22nd.” Erik replied.

Fae’s eyes lit up.

“You’re an Aries?!”

“Mhm.” Erik nibbled on his straw.

“Passionate, intense, and always up for a good time. Impulsive and spontaneous. Fiery temper…”

Erik smiled with deep dimples at Fae, “So, you’re into astrology?”

“Yes I am! That’s my shit,” Fae snapped her fingers and stuck her tongue out, “I love Aries!”

“What else do they say about Aries men?”

Fae smiled at Erik excitedly. She was all for this conversation. Cordell hated whenever Fae talked about astrology. He didn’t believe or find any of it fascinating.

Why do women pay so much attention to signs? It’s all bullshit.

“As far as love goes, Aries men are incredible with communicating and your love language is physical touch. You’re not afraid to show your feelings and you’re always honest. Great partner for independent women…”

Erik listened intently leaning back against the booth seat with his arms folded over his chest.

“…You’re natural leaders, full of confidence, and ready for action. So intelligent and quick-witted. Great charisma, fun as hell to be around, the list goes on and on.”

Fae stopped to take a breath and Erik laughed. His laugh was so contagious and Fae loved the sound of it.

“Thank God I’m an Aries,” Erik made prayer hands and looked up towards the ceiling with a smirk, “This beautiful woman right here loves Aries men.”

Fae giggles, “Funny enough…guess who Aries are compatible with?”

“Let me guess,” Erik propped his elbows up on the table with a jerk wing between his fingers and a half smile on his lips, “Leo’s.”

“Bingo,” Fae blushes, “Strong physical attraction…a lot of passion and love for each other. They’re are differences that can lead to heated arguments but all in all they trust each other.”

Erik was happy with those words. He didn’t know much about astrology, mostly because it didn’t interest him before, but to hear Fae speak so passionately about it, he wanted to know everything. The conversation veered to childhood memories where they shared more laughter and eventually Fae changed the subject.

“Have you ever been in love?”

“Uh,” Erik sat his fork down and grabbed his drink, “I have…”

“What was her name?”

“Gina.”

“Where did you two meet?”

“College. Same major. Uh…she was my first real relationship.”

Fae nodded her head, “What happened?”

“We…were at different points in our life. I was always away…training…she was sleeping with one of my friends while I was away—”

“What?!” Fae whisper-yelled, “Erik, you’ve been cheated on?”

“Yeah. I was…I was hurt. I came home, found them in our bed having sex…passionate sex too…I could only react by…killing him.”

Fae was frozen with her mouth unhinged and eyes wide.

Erik cracked a smile and laughed, “I’m just fuckin’ with you. I didn’t kill him—”

“Jesus, Erik—”

“I beat his ass good though.” Erik twirled his empty glass in hand.

“So…you really know what it’s like?”

“More than you know, ma,” Erik smirked at her from across the table, “looks like we’re trauma-bonding again.”

“Ha, no,” Fae said, “just two halves of one whole.”

Erik let out a suppressed laugh, “Aren’t you glad I’m your sneaky link?”

“Ecstatic.” Fae replied with a wink.

While they talked, they ordered their entrees which were heavy portions. Erik settled on the oxtail and it was the best he’d ever had. He loved Jamaica the one time he’s been there, but the last oxtail he had there was really fatty and the oxtail from Konoko had a good amount of meat on it. They both shared coco bread and ordered some plantains to go.

“This place is definitely a ten out of ten for me.”

Fae was on her way back from the restroom and she accepted her purse and jacket from Erik before leaving.

Erik held the door opened for her, “I’ll definitely be back. It was worth the money.”

Erik held out his hand and Fae grasped it tightly. They waited for several cars to roll by before crossing over to their parked car.

“After you, princess,” Erik held her door open and placed his hand on Fae’s butt while she lowered on to the seat.

“Thank you, daddy,” She said with a sweet voice.

Erik settled into his car after placing the food on the backseat.

“I have one more place to take you for our date night.”

Fae looked at Erik. She turned her body in her seat with curious eyes. He started the car and they were easing out of the parked spot.

“Is it a secret?” Fae asked.

“No,” Erik glanced at her, “You’ll know instantly anyway so I might as well tell you.”

Fae pouted her bottom lip and looked heavenward with a perplexed look in her eyes, “Where are we going?”

“Shooting range.”

Pow! Pow! POW!

Pop! Pop! POP!

Fae was icy with panic. She brought both of her hands up to cover her ears over the shooting earmuffs while following closely behind Erik. Being there made it all more real for her. Erik booked a secluded section and in front of them behind the plexiglass was two glocks ready for use. Erik swiftly picks it up and checks the magazine on both guns.

“Fully loaded,” Erik cocked both guns, “okay, this one is for you…careful, Fae.”

“Oh—okay,” Fae grabbed the gun with shaky hands.

Pop pop POP!

Fae ducked and Erik laughed.

“Baby, it’s okay. We’re safe.”

Fae looked up at Erik with an anxious look on her face.

“I’m gonna help you with your form before we shoot,” Erik stood behind her, “use both hands, Fae. Place the gun securely into your dominant hand…okay, now spread apart your thumb and index finger. Place the gun into the crook that forms…like this…keeping the gun back strap as high as possible…”

“…Notice that there is a gap between the heel of your hand and the tip of your fingers to the left side of the grip? Take your non-dominant or support hand and wrap it around the strong hand so that this gap is no longer visible…”

Erik was pressed firmly behind Fae. Her heart was racing in her chest. She looked past the eye protectors on her face at the target straight ahead.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Fae said.

“No, position the thumb of your non-dominant hand so that it overlaps with the thumb of your dominant hand…good girl…when it comes time to fire the gun, place your index finger on the trigger. The space between the tip of your finger and the top knuckle should be the only part on the trigger…”

“Got it,” Fae released a sigh, “So just…shoot?”

Erik’s hands came up to support Fae’s arms. The target was straight ahead, awaiting bullets. She was nervous and unsure of herself.

“Fae, you got this. I’m sure you’re a natural. Just don’t overthink it. Just...picture Cordell's ugly mug and set it off.” Erik reassured her.

Fae's eyes damn near popped out of their sockets at what Erik said. Erik let out a suppressed laugh and bumped Fae from behind with his crotch.

"All jokes. You got this, baby girl."

“Okay…”

POP!

The gun was a little unstable in her grip during recoil. She was shocked by the way it felt to shoot a handgun. Fae laughed nervously and looked up at Erik expectantly.

“Not too bad, don’t hold it so loose though, baby. Try again.”

POP POP POP-POP—POP!

“See?! Not so bad, is it?”

Erik brought his face around to kiss Fae on the cheek. She sat the gun down with shaky fingers.

“That was an adrenaline rush!”

Erik bit his lip while pressing a button to bring the target towards them, “let’s see how many holes you put in him.”

He grabbed the target and Fae counted all the bullets.

“No head-shots.” Fae pouts.

“Doesn’t matter. You hit the target. That’s impressive, baby. Wanna go again?”

Fae agreed and picked up her gun. Erik fixed her posture and the grip she had on the handgun and after his words of encouragement, Fae shot at the new target and the way her eyes brightened made Erik smile from ear to ear. She was so ecstatic. When they retrieved the target, Fae squealed excitedly. He couldn’t help but to look at her with a big smile.

“I wanna see you shoot,” Fae looked up at Erik through her lashes.

“You do?” Erik picked up his gun, “Anything for you.”

Fae giggles. She stood back to give Erik some space. Erik removed his jacket and handed it to Fae to hold. He rolled his shoulders and flexed his fingers. A new target appeared and Erik used the same two-hand technique as Fae. Fae could see the muscles in his arms flex from all the strength he used to grip the pistol. Once his grip was secure, he pushed his arms out in front of him. He positioned his wrists so that the heel of his non-dominant hand is as high and flat on the gun as possible. He started firing the gun with a steady grip. Everywhere he aimed, the bullet would precisely hit the target. The recoil didn’t faze him at all.

Fae was impressed and…horny. Erik put the safety back on the gun and sat it down so he could bring the target to him.

“Wow,” Fae admired his target, “Three head shots…you show off.”

She shoves Erik and he caught her with his arms wrapping around her.

“I like watching you shoot.” Fae admitted with a blush.

“Hm,” Erik smirked down at her, “Are you trying to tell me something, baby girl?”

Fae blinked her eyes away. Erik gripped her chin gently, turning her eyes back onto him.

“I can show you better than I can tell you,” Fae whispered seductively.

Erik licked his lips when Fae’s hand rested over his crotch. She rubbed up and down, igniting his dick, causing Erik to grunt.

“You want me out here with my dick poking, ma?” Erik whispered.

“I can’t help myself,” Fae could feel him stiffening beneath her hand, “You make me do bold shit like this.”

“What other bold shit you tryna get into?” Erik asked with a hushed tone, “We got all night,” both of his hands gripped her ass.

“Take me home so we can fuck some more.”

Her voice. The way she whispered that. Erik’s dick jumped. Her voice alone did things to him.

“Anything for you, pretty girl.”

Fae puckered her glossy lips and Erik pressed his lips against hers. They tongue-kissed deeply, attracting attention from others.

“Can we go, please?” Fae begged against Erik’s lips.

“Aight,” Erik pulled away.

Erik watched her closely, his eyes downcast and low. He stroked her braids from her face and his thumb caressed her sunken cheek. He was reclined back, pants and briefs pushed towards the top of his thighs, hips hanging lower on his leather seat.

She was a sight to behold. Erik looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world with his dick in her throat. Her delicate hand had a handful of his balls to keep him upright while she sucked his veiny shaft with no hands. His lips were parted slightly and his eyes were commanding her.

Erik’s thumb smoothed over the side of her lips, outlining the shape of them wrapped snuggly around his shaft and covered in spit. He was mesmerized. She opened her eyes and looked up at him with a slow blink, seductively slurping on his dick. He formed a crease in his brow when she suctioned her lips on his tip nice and slow.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” Erik dragged his lip between his teeth, “mmmm.”

She made these mewling sounds while she slurped and it drove Erik crazy.

“You’re such a pretty fuckin’ dick sucker…”

Fae’s lips popped off of Erik’s dick slowly and she sat up with wet lips. Her hand jerked him as their lips connected. Erik’s hips pumped at the same slow pace of Fae’s hand. She broke the kiss and pressed her cheek against his cheek. Both pairs of eyes were focused on her hand twisting and yanking on his pole.

“It’s so long and thick, daddy,” Fae whispered.

“Fae,” Erik gripped her chin firmly and pressed his lips against hers hungrily.

“Are you daddy’s baby? Are you my nasty little slut? Can daddy fuck you all over your apartment? Can daddy feel that pussy?” Erik spoke against her lips.

“Unh, yes, please, I need it.”

Erik’s dick throbbed in her hand. Pre cum gathered at the wide tip of his big dick and Fae cleaned it up with her lips.

“Fuck.”

The feeling of her tongue gliding over the veins, her warm mouth and tight jaws. Even the way she massaged his nuts had him going crazy.

“Fae, let go,” Erik had to pry her hand off his dick. It was standing straight up, “Let’s go to your place. I don’t wanna waste anymore time.”

“But,” Fae glided her fingertips over his shaft, “I want you to cum in my mouth.”

Erik’s dick twitched.

“I’ll cum in that mouth when we get back to your place. As many times as you want me to.”

Erik tucked his dick in his briefs. After securing his button and zipper, both of them exited the car. They slammed the doors in a rush, the sound echoing across the garage. Fae’s hand is still wet with spit and Erik walked with a wider stride because his dick was so hard. They entered the building and Erik had a hand around Fae’s waist.

When they entered the elevator, Erik gripped on Fae’s ass and gave it a few appreciative slaps. She smoothed her hand up and down his body, adding her nails into the mix. The doors opened onto the thirteenth floor and they walked out towards Fae’s door. Erik couldn’t keep his hands and lips to himself.

He watched Fae fumble with the keys. He paused to let her focus, but the way his dick throbbed like a heartbeat Erik couldn’t hold back much longer. The door opened and they stumbled inside before Erik slammed the door shut.

No Cordell. Deuce came bounding out from the back and Fae picked him up. Erik watched with a smirk, reaching out to rub Deuce. Fae excused herself to put Deuce in a room and Erik strolled around the living room before taking a seat on her sofa. He could hear Deuce barking and then shortly after Fae put on some music.

Erik swung his legs back and forth with his arms dangling over the back of the sofa. He was growing impatient. He needed her now. Cordell could be home any minute.

“Fae?” Erik called out to her impatiently.

“Coming!”

She was back and wearing just her panties and bra. She did a little twirl for him, biting her bottom lip. Erik stood up and made his way towards her. He shoved her playfully against the door and with both of her hands secured above her head, he kissed her with his tongue doing things in her mouth she couldn’t wait to feel on her clit.

“My dick hard,” Erik said with a raspy voice so close to her face his warm breath tickled her skin.

“Can I see?” Fae pushed her hips out towards Erik.

Erik released her arms.

“See,” Erik had his pants loose and he smoothed his briefs down, “boinggggg.” That dick popped out like a Jack-in-the-box.

Fae laughed, “Stupid,” She gripped him and twisted his length, “I didn’t suck it enough…”

“Get down there and suck it some more.” Erik replied.

She got down on her knees and Erik stepped out of his pants and shoes. Fae already had her lips wrapped around him. She bobbed her head and sucked him sloppy. Erik had her going crazy. She ate that dick up.

“There you go…mhm…you want this nut?”

“Mhm,” Fae locked eyes with him.

“How you like being on your knees for daddy?”

“Mm,” Fae twisted her hand on his shaft like a pepper grinder while sucking the rest. Her chest was covered in saliva.

She popped her lips off and jerked him faster, staring up at him to see his reaction. Erik scooped up Fae’s braids into a ponytail and forced her head towards his dick so she could suck some more.

“Get my dick back in that mouth…yes, just like that…just like that…Fae…here it comes—”

She continued to suck and each time her lips milked him. Erik squeezed his eyes shut and frowned his face in ecstasy. She cleaned him off with her tongue and when she finished, Erik picked her up and Fae wrapped her legs around his waist. With her in his arms, they walked over towards the sofa and Erik put Fae down.

He removed his shirt and jacket. Fae took off her bra and panties. Both of them were fully naked. Fae got on her knees and turned her back towards Erik. He crouched down behind her and spread her cheeks. Fae grabbed onto the back of the sofa and arched her back.

“Spread your legs some more…prop your knees up…perfect,” Erik admired her beautiful holes, “Been fucked in the ass before?”

He circled her back door entrance with his thumb. Fae’s body shivered.

“No. I haven’t tried anal.”

“…would you be down for that sometime?”

Fae tapped her fingers against the couch, thinking about it.

“Sure. Why the fuck not?”

They both laughed.

“You’ll love it trust me…just like you love it when I do this…”

Erik buried his face in her pussy from behind and sucked on her clit. His thick fingers sank into the flesh of her backside to keep her spread for better access. Fae moaned with her face buried into the sofa.

His tongue flicked her clit and then over the shape of her labia. His third leg sat on the couch, spasming and leaking pre cum. He couldn’t wait to fuck her. He loved the way she tasted. He loved that his dick and balls were all over her furniture. He wanted Cordell to walk in and find them like this—Erik’s tongue so far up her coochie and moaning his name.

“Mmmm fuck!”

Erik spelled his name on that pussy with his tongue and Fae came undone in his mouth. He slapped her ass and rubbed her clit with his thumb while kissing up her spine. His lips covered her tattoos all the way up until he was pressed against her ass.

“You want it like this?” Erik spoke with a whisper against Fae’s ear. He rubbed her pussy from behind with his fingers, “You want this raw dick?”

Fae gasped. She did. She really did. He could tell from the look in her eyes and her body language. He needed to be in that pussy without a condom.

“Uh-huh,” Fae said with a bite of her lip.

“Come on,” Erik helped her up from the couch. They grabbed their things and Fae led the way to her room, “Is he coming home tonight?”

“Probably not. But I’ll check to make sure. It is pretty late.”

“Yeah, do that. I’m tryna be in that pussy all over this apartment. Leave my mark in that shit.”

Finally in her room, Erik sat his clothes down on a chair and grabbed his phone. He sat on Fae’s bed with no care that the side he sat his naked ass and dick on could be the side Cordell slept on. Fuck that nigga.

Fae climbed onto the bed on her knees and sat up while looking through her phone.

“New bloodwork and other testing,” She showed Erik her lab results, “This was done about two months ago. I promise.”

“I believe you. This is mine,” Erik showed Fae his medical history. He had his done about a month ago during a physical, “Every three months for me.”

“He sent me a text about an hour ago. He’s not coming back because he’s been drinking. Wanna bet he’s over that bitch house?”

“You know he is,” Erik said with a shrug of his shoulders, “Fuck him. It’s all about me and you right now. I’m tryna make you cum in this bed, girl.”

Erik grabbed Fae and tackled her. They kissed and rolled all around on the bed. Erik nibbled on her neck and Fae giggled because she was ticklish. His teeth and lips covered her entire body and now he was doing the same to her ankles and toes.

“The way you were toting that pistol tonight turned me on, girl.” Erik said with a smile.

“For real?! That was you.”

“Nah, baby. It’s something about how gentle and kind and beautiful you are. You’re confidence is sexy, baby. Did you see how confident you were at the range?! Baby…”

Erik kissed down her legs until he was right in between again.

“If I could live between your thighs with my mouth on this pussy all day I would.”

Fae couldn’t stop blushing. Erik pushed her thighs back and his mouth was back on that pussy again. He took foreplay seriously. It was very important to him. The anticipation before the sex. He enjoyed kissing and oral sex for as long as he could stand it.

“I’m about to suck on this pussy again, okay?”

“Erikkkkk,” Fae ran her fingers through his locs.

“This my pussy.”

“Yes!”

“I know it is…pussy tastes so good, baby…”

His tongue flicked her clit and Fae’s hips levitated from the bed. The more she tried to run, the more Erik would put that pussy in his mouth and keep her locked in.

“You’re making me cum,” Fae whines, “Erik!”

He loved it when she said that. He staying on that pussy until she was finished shaking.

“Good girl,” Erik sat up and kissed her pussy, “stay just like this. I’m fucking you like this.”

Still spread apart, Erik pushed Fae’s legs back so that her lower half is raised from the bed. Erik’s hands are beneath her knees, keeping her locked in that position. Erik’s dick aimed straight for her opening and with just his hips, he thrust deep and slow. Fae’s body is pliant so it was easy for Erik to manipulate her legs so far back that he was grabbing her ankles.

“Oh, FUCK.”

Her pussy felt amazing wrapped around his dick. It was warm and soft and snug. Each time he withdrew his hips to the tip, her pussy yanked like she didn’t want him to go. It didn’t take long for him to make it cream.

“Oh, shit,” Fae watched his dick go in and out with a dazed expression, “ahhh—haahhh—”

Erik couldn’t look away. Her pussy eating his dick up, his dick fucking her, her clit poked out, her creamy pussy making a mess on his big dick, her titties with hard nipples pointed straight out, her mouth hanging open, that stuck expression on her face from how good that shit felt. All of it.

“Can’t run from this dick now,” Erik picked up the pace of his hips, “Got you right where I want you…”

“Ahhhh—Unh—hhhhunnnhuuuu—”

Fae’s bed was on a platform. Erik let one of his legs off the bed so he could stand while the other stayed on the bed. He got in that pussy from a different angle. Fae’s body was sideways and pile drives his dick in her pussy deep with ball-slapping strokes.

He had that bed bouncing and the springs making music. One of her ankles lifted to his shoulder and he could smell a fruity, scented oil on the delicate skin there. Erik buried his nose in it and inhaled.

“I—I’m cumingggggggggggg.”

Fae clawed Erik’s chest as she climaxed.

“Fuuuuck, yes, yes, daddy!”

Erik stayed buried inside of her while his lips sucked on her nipples. He released her legs so that she could stretch them.

“First time for everything, yeah?” Erik whispered to Fae, “I ain’t know you were flexible.”

“I used to dance,” Fae replied with a weak voice.

Erik pulled out and slapped his dick on Fae’s clit heavy.

“You need a minute?”

Fae sat up on her side and whimpered. Erik rubbed her body in all the sore areas. He had her folded in half. That definitely was a first for her. Her pussy was sore but she wanted more. Pussy was still wet, Erik had that effect on her. Fae spread her legs and couldn’t believe the amount of pussy juice she saw.

What she couldn’t get over and what she would be dreaming about is that dick. The feeling of his raw dick in her pussy made her walls tingle and her body shiver. Pussy was so wet on that big dick. Fae climbed off of the bed and she got down on her knees again. She grabbed his dick and started licking him clean.

Erik stared down at her with his locs almost shielding his eyes. The sweat on his chest and abs glistened beneath the yellow hue of her bedroom lights. Fae sucked him clean and Erik placed his hand on the base of her head, pushing forward.

“Ready for round two, baby?”

“Mhm,” Fae licked her lips and stood up on wobbly legs.

Erik lifted her chin with his finger and sucked on her bottom lip. Fae closed her eyes and allowed Erik to take control. Their lips released with wet smacking and he rubbed her chin with his thumb to clean up the spit.

Fae was back on the bed again and she arched her back for Erik. He got behind her on his knees and grabbed Fae’s wrist, pinning it behind her back. His wide tip found her wet hole again and he was right back in that pussy. Her walls convulsed and it caused him to sank deeper. Erik’s other hand secured around Fae’s neck from behind.

“Damn, this pussy deep.”

Fae’s ass bounced off of Erik’s crotch with precision. Her hips snapped forward sharply and all she could do was cry into the sheets. Literal tears rolled down her cheeks and spit seeped from her mouth creating a wet puddle.

“Oh my goodness! It’s right on my spot!”

“You’re still daddy’s little waterfall? Hmm? I want you to leak all over this dick.” Erik commanded.

“I can’t hold it,” Fae’s eyes crossed, “Fuccccck!”

She could feel herself squirting on his dick and she couldn’t stop. Her stomach tightened with her release and her toes curled.

“Oooooo,” Erik moaned, “Good pussy, bitch.”

Loud clapping noises bounced off of the walls. Erik let go of Fae’s neck and she turned her head to look back at him. Their eyes connected and all she could see was this strong, muscular man with beautiful skin and wild locs with gold in his mouth around his neck. He looked so primal fucking her.

“Fae, I can’t hold it,” Erik gripped her shoulders and plowed her, “Open up that fuckin’ pussy!” He said through clenched teeth.

“Oh—”

He pulled out and spurt after spurt of his cum landed on Fae’s back and ass. Fae turned around and licked him clean again. She was sucking on his balls while Erik couldn’t keep his eyes off of his cum on her tattoo-covered back.

“You’re a work of art,” Erik said between breaths.

Fae smiled at Erik and puckered her lips for a kiss. Erik pecked her lips a few times before he tongued her down.

“We should shower.”

“Yeah,” Erik got off of the bed, “Do you have some water?”

“It’s in the fridge if you want it cold and in the pantry if you prefer room temperature.”

Erik exited the room while Fae walked into her bathroom. She put her braids up into a bun and turned on her shower. Erik returned with two cold water bottles. Rihanna-Kiss It Better started playing on Fae’s Echo.

Erik walked into Fae’s bathroom and she was already in the shower rinsing her body off. He slid the glass door open and slipped inside carefully. Fae handed him a clean rag and some lavender-scented body wash. Erik swapped places with Fae to get his body wet and she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. Her eyes roamed his body until she noticed a scar on his side.

Fae stroked it delicately and Erik jerked away. She withdrew her hand quickly and looked up into Erik’s eyes. He blinked at her and then his eyes fell to where she touched him. Now that Fae was focused, she noticed several scars on his body.

“I’m sorry,” She looked away.

“It’s okay.”

Fae chanced another glance at Erik. He was covered in soap.

“What happened to you?”

Erik’s locs were pressed against his forehead and dripping water. He stared at her intensely. Fae could feel butterflies in her belly.

“Doing my job. I was defending someone and took a knife.”

“Wow…Does it still hurt?”

“A little. It was pretty deep…”

Fae’s big brown eyes were sensitive as she studied his scar again.

“Can I touch it?”

Erik slowly nodded his head. He turned sideways and raised his arm. Fae placed her fingertips along the length of the scar tissue and Erik didn’t take his eyes away from her. Fae crouched down and what she did next shocked Erik. Her plump lips so soft and smooth pressed against his scar. Erik tilted his head at her and his eyelids fluttered shut. It felt good to him.

Fae kisses him there again. Her lips moved on to another scar. This one wasn’t as large as the first but she gave it the same amount of attention. Erik bites his bottom lip. He turned around to face her and Fae kissed any other scar she could find. The water from the shower head trickled down his body and dripped from his dick. Fae looked up at him through her lashes.

“Did that feel good?”

“Yeah…”

“I love your scars,” Fae sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, “they’re sexy.”

“Thank you.” Erik smirked.

Fae kissed along his dick and Erik extended his head back.

“Damn, Fae,” Erik bounced his dick in her face, “You gon’ make me fuck you again.”

“Not in the shower,” Fae laughs, “I don’t wanna fall.”

“Aight,” Erik helped her to her feet and Fae almost slipped, “Yeah, definitely not in the shower.”

They helped each other wash their backs and after one final rinse they left the shower still soaking wet. Erik surprised Fae by lifting her to sit on the edge of the sink. Bodies still soaking wet, Erik spread Fae’s legs and raised her right leg so that her ankle dangled over his shoulder and gripped her left leg beneath her knee. He twisted her hips and rubbed her clit.

“Pretty pussy wet as fuck…”

Erik slid two fingers inside. He curled his finger and stroked her pussy with his digits. It didn’t take long for her to cream.

“Fae, I’m addicted to your pussy…”

He had her pussy making noise.

“That pussy talking…she talking…”

“Yes,” Fae gripped the edge of the sink, “Daddy, fuck.”

“Fuck you?”

Erik flicked his tongue along Fae’s bottom lip. She sucked on his tongue and moaned against his lips when he rubbed her clit with those same fingers.

“Tell daddy what you want, mamas…”

“Fuck me….”

Erik dipped his hips and pushed his dick back inside like it never left. Fae’s head dropped forward and Erik had her by her thighs. He was fucking her alright. Dick hitting that pussy with long strokes. Their foggy reflection in the mirror behind them created the perfect scenery.

The sensation of Erik’s dick inside of her Fae couldn’t even put into words. Erik’s wet locs flung water all over her body from the motion. His eyes were so intense staring at her. Fae couldn’t look because it was too much.

“Baby,” Fae gripped Erik’s shoulders, “E!”

“Cum on this fuckin’ dick.” Erik ordered through clenched teeth.

“A ahh hmmmm,” Fae buried her face into Erik’s chest. Her body stiffened in his grip.

Erik kissed her on her shoulder and then he pressed his nose against her skin. He gently slipped out of her warm hole and helped her put her legs down.

“I’m gonna be so sore in the morning.” Fae said.

Back in the room, they rubbed down with some scented body oil and Erik was back inside of her pussy. Fae didn’t see it coming. She was halfway lying on her stomach and Erik dragged her towards the edge of the bed. He propped one leg up and thrust between her pussy lips from behind. Fae gripped the sheets and her body was so weak that she couldn’t even move.

“You love my pussy, daddy?” Fae asked with a hushed voice.

“I love this pussy…and I—”

“What—”

Fae looked back at Erik.

“Daddy?”

“Fuck—”

Erik pulled out and Fae sat up quickly so she could catch it in her mouth. Some of it landed on her cheek but the rest was down her throat. Fae cleaned her cheek off and smiled at Erik. He returned the smile but his eyes were holding so much unspoken emotion.

He put on his briefs and pants, “I’ll be back. I’m gonna change and put on something more comfortable.”

Fae climbed off of her bed, “Okay. Erik, is everything okay?”

“For sure,” He looked her up and down and gave her a small smile, “Is he really not coming back tonight? I don’t wanna cause any problems—”

“He said he wasn’t but…maybe I can sleep over your place instead?”

Erik looked away in deep thought while he shook his head to get his locs out of his face.

“Nah, I think you should stay here for the night. We gotta be discreet, right?”

“True,” Fae’s shoulders slumped, “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” Erik kissed her lips, “Wanna walk me to the door?”

“Of course.”

Fae grabbed her favorite grey robe and slipped it on. She made sure Erik didn’t leave anything behind. She walked him out towards the front door and Erik grabbed his jacket.

“Tonight was amazing, Fae. I mean it. I had the best damn time with you. I wanna do it again soon. You know I gotta leave for work...”

His eyes bore into hers. Fae didn’t know what shifted, but Erik was definitely feeling some type of way. Everything was going great.

“Thank you for everything. The date, the dick…”

Erik raised a brow and nibbled on his bottom lip.

“Thank you for taking my mind off of Cordell.”

Erik gave Fae a lopsided grin.

“You’re welcome, baby girl. Can I get a goodbye kiss?”

Fae pressed her body against Erik’s and he grasped her chin. His lips molded with hers and he slipped her some tongue before pulling away. Fae went in for another one but Erik opened the door, exiting the apartment. He blew her a quick kiss before shutting the door behind him.

“What was that about?”

Fae pressed her fingers to her lips and her back against the door.

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I absolutely love your Keegan fics.

If you’d be willing, could you write some Jealous Keegan x F reader smut based on this scene from After We Collided.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLWxKsTp/

Summer

Keegan x F!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, explicit smut, jealousy themes

A/N - sorry this took so long! I’ve haven’t written in such a long time so I hope this is everything you wanted ❤️

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‘Hey!’ You laughed, clicking your fingers in Keegans face. Shaking his head gently he offered you a warm smile, acutely aware he’d been caught day dreaming. ‘It’s my round, what do you want?’ He pondered momentarily before settling on a pint of the newest IPA on offer.

He watched as you made your way to the bar, hips swaying with every step. Your baby blue summer dress accentuating every curve, every ripple of your soft skin. As he trailed his eyes up your body, he noticed a hand placed at the small of your back. Flashing his eyes towards the face of the intruder he could see it wasn’t someone he knew.

He felt tense instantly, fists clenched under the table, nails digging into his skin. He noticed his breath hitch in is throat, furious that someone else was touching you. Not that you were his to claim, you weren’t together. He knew you through your brother, he’d known you for years, you were just a friend.

The intruder pressed his lips against your cheek, his hand curling round your hips pulling you closer. Keegan felt his heart implode, acid coursed through his veins as he scrambled to keep in control. His mind raced, visions of the stranger fucking you, his fingertips grazing your skin, pulling at your hips as he buried his cock into you.

Not being able to take it anymore he shot up from his seat, the chair scraping across the wooden floor. It was enough to muster every single persons attention, all eyes fixed on him in that moment. Not that he cared. All but sprinting out the pub he charged his way through the plethora of patrons.

The fresh summers air sucker punched him, forcing the oxygen from his lungs. Sauntering over to his car he placed his hands on the hood, trying to ground himself. Why was he so wound up? Why did he feel so jealous? A flurry of emotions surged within him, unable to make sense of this sudden outburst.

And that’s when you showed up, because of course you did.

‘Keegan?! What’s wrong?’ You panted, pulling strands of hair out of your face. If his head had turned any faster he would have broken his neck. The low summer sun illuminated his steel eyes, full of an emotion you couldn’t quite understand. ‘You fuckin him?’ He snapped. Venom in his words.

Not being one to take anybody’s shit, especially Keegans shit, you squared up to him. He may be a marine, but he didn’t scare you. Not in the slightest.

‘What the fuck did you just say to me?’ You challenged, your eyes meeting his, seething with rage. ‘I said … are you fucking him?’ He closed the gap between the two of you even further, his breath brushing over your lips as he looked down on you. ‘And what on earth does that have to do with you? Of all people’ you spat.

Electricity surged in the air, skin prickling from the intense energy that swarmed between you.

‘So that’s a yes then?’ He said as he chewed his jaw, arms crossed with his biceps bulging from beneath his shirt. ‘No, it’s a mind your fucking business. Where has this even come from?’

Keegan had never acted like this before, he’d been protective of you, but never jealous.

Sighing he pinched the bridge of his nose, a single strand of black hair fell, framing his face. ‘Forget I even said anything’ he muttered under his breath as he turned away from you. ‘No, no, you don’t get to say that after making a scene. Why does this matter to you?’

‘It doesn’t.’

‘Clearly it does’, you said as you repositioned yourself in between him and his car.

Your back pressed against the black door frame, the metal molten from sitting in the sun. He remained silent, staring off into the surrounding fields. ‘I know him from work Keegan, he tries it on with me all the time but I’m not interested. You’d have seen that yourself if you’d had bothered to try and contain yourself. You’re my brother’s friend, not my brother. You don’t get to say who I can and cannot fuck.’

He chewed his jaw again, this time the muscle rippled beneath his skin, his pulse throbbing along his neck. Peering up at him you regarded him closely, wanting to see where this would go. ‘And what if I had fucked him Keegan? What then?’ His gaze deepened, hardened, as he placed his hands either side of your shoulders. Closing you in.

‘Him touching me? His body on top of mine? Kissing me … fucking me so so slowly? What would you do Keegan?’ You smirked at him, watching his face contort as his hands curled into fists. ‘Is that what this is about? You wanna fuck me Keegan?’ Placing your hands on his belt you pulled him slightly, biting your lip as you hummed. ‘You wanna feel me? Taste me?’

Pressing his hips against yours, you could feel his thick cock graze your thigh. He lowered his lips to your ear, his tongue running along his teeth. ‘Get in the fucking car.’

He all but manhandled you onto the back seat as you fell onto your back. Slamming the door shut he turned his attention to you. Your chest heaving as the sun strained to break through the blacked out windows. Pulling you by your hips towards him, he forced his knee in between your thighs causing you to gasp.

You grasped at his shirt pulling his lips to yours, they were unexpectedly soft. The kiss was forceful, with purpose, teeth clashing together as he pushed himself on you. His hands gripped at the flesh of your inner thighs as he coaxed you to grind on him. Deepening the kiss he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, before nipping it gently.

Rolling your hips you whined into the kiss, the pressure on your clit igniting something primal within you. Breaking the kiss you gasped for air, pulling at his neck as he littered your neck with kisses. He groaned against your skin, fingertips leaving indents in their wake.

‘Tell me to stop’ he whispered, his voice cracking, ‘tell me to fucking stop.’ You dragged your nails along his scalp, unable to find words, instead only strained whispers. His fingers grazed along your lace covered cunt, ‘don’t tell me who I can’t fuck’ you purred, pulling at his belt once more.

In a swift motion he hiked up your dress, finally revealing a delicate white thong. He groaned to himself as he yanked at his belt, the metal the only sound heard in between your shared gasps. Propping yourself on your elbows you watched with curiosity as he freed his cock. Your arousal soaking the fine piece of material.

Spitting into his hand he pulled them to the side as he massaged his thick cock, your eyes wide you were about to protest ‘wait!-‘

When he pressed the tip against your entrance stretching you out in one fluid movement. His head dropped as he stifled a laugh, one of pleasure or disbelief you weren’t sure.

Falling onto your back you squeezed your eyes shut, completely and utterly blissed out. Mouth agape as your desperate pussy welcomed him with open arms. ‘Oh fuck’ he drawled, pushing your hips into the leather seats. He began thrusting at a punishing pace, a man starved, needy. Euphoria is the only way he’d describe finally feeling you around him, finally seeing you beneath him.

His thrusts expelled all oxygen from you, leaving you panting, needing more and more. Choking on your gasps you dug your nails into his skin, feverishly rolling your hips, trying to feel more friction on your aching clit.

Noticing this he slowed his pace, allowing a ribbon of saliva to fall from his lips onto the throbbing bud. ‘Show me’ he hissed as he pulled at your fingers. Needing no more direction you massaged your clit, finally relieving some of the pressure. ‘Atta girl’ he praised, smirking down at you.

He resumed his previous pace, sweat now beginning to form on his brow. Gritting his teeth, watching as his cock slid in and out of your cunt, covered in your arousal. ‘You wish it was him fuckin you? Fuckin this needy little cunt?’

‘I … fuck … no, Keegan please’ you stammered, all coherency and logic completely voiding itself from your mind.

Cupping your jaw he ran his thumb along your bitten lip, he pulled down on it watching as your eyes fluttered closed. You welcomed his thumb into your mouth, sucking softly at the pad. ‘Cum on this cock sweetheart. Come on’ he prompted, words barely audible over the whines exuding from the back of your throat.

Your fingers still worked your clit as he maintained his pace, his mouth slightly agape as he whimpered from the sensation of your pussy around him. He felt you begin to tighten, knowing your climax was building. ‘Cum for me’ he whispered, his thumb still nestled between your lips.

Your muscles tightened as your body shook beneath him, back arched and toes pointed as the explosive release washed over you. ‘Fuck … good girl’ he praised, as his free hand caressed your hip. You led beneath him breathless, completely and utterly satisfied.

‘In me’ you whispered, although it verged on begging. His brow furrowed as he slowed his pace, hitting every crevice of your cunt, your sensitivity heightening every move. ‘Cum in me Keegan’ you stated much more harshly, ordering him almost. ‘Are you on …’

‘Yes, don’t stop’ you whined interrupting him, wrapping your thighs around him, pulling him closer.

Not needing anymore information he pressed both hands around your hips, a single strand of hair fell onto his face framing it perfectly. His jaw fell open as he squeezed his eyes shut, low moans and whimpers filled the space between your two sweat glistening bodies. Feeling him fill you completely, you bit your lip smirking up at him. Biting his lip he dropped his head, chest heaving with every breath.

Humming to himself he finally looked up at you, the orange glow from the sun mixed with the steel blue of his eyes as he took you in. You were glowing. He pressed his forearms each side of your head as he kissed you deeply. ‘I’ve wanted to do that for a very very long time’ he admitted, hovering his lips above yours. ‘Mmm I can tell’ you smiled, ‘wanna know something?’

He nodded.

‘So have I.’

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Small Hands

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Title based on the song "Small Hands" by Radical Face (definitely listen to it, it fits this so well)

Note: This has (vague) spoilers for Act 3, but also I have not seen the scene with Cazador in question (I started to, but then my heart just hurt too much to keep watching)

Warnings: references to violence, swearing, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 718

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It's been several hours since... since Astarion earned his freedom. He could still feel the rage and despair and fear just below the surface, bubbling like acid. He can feel the angry words he spat at you burning his tongue, even now.

And despite it all, you were right. Ascending would not have brought him the safety he desired. It would have consumed him, as it had consumed Cazador, and his master before. A never ending cycle.

Now that he's had time to think about it, to think clearly away from that wretched place, all he wanted was to be held. Safe. But not because he wields the power to crush everyone beneath him - because he would be protected. Cared for, unconditionally. Loved. And, of course, the one little detail that had him pacing for the last hour, he had no idea how to ask for something like a cuddle from the person he screamed at for refusing to help him ascend.

He couldn't bear the awful feeling that swelled in his gut, or the way his skin crawled with discomfort. He couldn't go the whole night like this. So, before he could think about it much longer, he left his tent and sought you out.

As usual, you lay under the stars in your bedroll. The fire was burned to embers. He wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there until the next century passed. His nails dug into his palms as he crossed the space to reach you.

You shifted as he neared, until you were blearily looking up at him though heavy-lidded eyes. You didn't scowl or turn over to ignore him, you just stared. He tried again and again to speak, to explain what he wanted and apologize and just - anything. But instead he just stood there like a fish gasping for water in a desert.

When you moved in your bedroll, he fully expected you to curl up and ignore him. What he didn't expect was for you to open up the blankets keeping you warm, and what’s more he didn't expect you to open your arms as though preparing a hug. He was stunned speechless - as if he weren't already. He was shocked back into his body when he noticed a shiver run through you.

Carefully, as though you'd rescind the offer with one wrong move, he slipped in beside you. You'd cuddled before, more times than he can admit without becoming embarrassed, but it felt like the first time. He didn't know where to put his arms or legs or head; an uncomfortable gap full of cold air separated you both, but he dared not fill it.

You closed the blankets around him, absent-mindedly tucking him in. And, he couldn't tell if it was purely subconscious or if you were somehow awake enough to notice his reluctance, you wrapped your arms around him and scooted closer. You tangled your legs with his, drew his head to your chest with your arms around his shoulders, and pet his hair.

He ignored the burning behind his eyes as he relaxed into the gentle caresses and heat you provided. He wrapped his arms around your middle and pressed further into your chest, turning his head until his ear was right over your heart, beating steadily behind your ribcage. Beating for him, despite it all.

You sleepily tangled your fingers in his curls, running through them and feeling the way they stubbornly bounced back. Your movements were so very slow, and really quite uncoordinated, but it was the best feeling in the world to him right now. He released a shaky breath and felt you squeeze him around the shoulders in response.

With time - no more than ten minutes - your loving ministrations slowed to a stop as your breath evened out. Fast asleep once more. And still holding him. Even after everything. Even after he cursed you for stealing a life in the sun from him. You were so, so good to him, even when he didn't deserve it.

What little sleep he finds is accompanied not with visceral images of stabbing his master to death, or of the innocents he lured for the ritual, or even those 200 years of pure shit. No - he dreams of laying in your arms like this. Forever.

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[misc-obeyme]

Okay, it's Mammon's turn.

I am trying to be more confident in my smut posting, so I'm just gonna say that I wanted to write some more demon form smut. I have some headcanons about how Mammon is when having sex that have likely found their way into this, so you know. There's that.

Thank you to those who commented on the one I did of Lucifer in demon form letting me know that I am a tier one monster fucker lol. That has cleared some things up for me.

I don't know if I'm gonna do a scene like this for all the characters... maybe? But I'll at least do one more 'cause I need to do someone with a tail. Though I could be persuaded to do more if people are interested.

Mammon x GN!MC - NSFW MDNI

Note: MC's genitals are not described, once again I tried to keep it gender neutral. Established relationship.

Warnings: demon form (obviously), oral sex and penetrative sex (reader receiving in both cases)

You were sitting on Mammon's lap, his face in your hands as you kissed him. He was sitting in one of the chairs at the table in your room, one hand on your waist, the other on your thigh, head tilted back.

You pulled away, breathless and he opened his eyes halfway to look at you.

You let one of your hands move up into his hair before using the other one to take off his sunglasses, carefully setting them aside.

Mammon's eyes opened wider at this action, the bright blue and gold nearly shining with obvious desire. You smiled at the sight and kissed him again, your fingers clenching in his hair.

You felt the demon becoming more needy, his kiss becoming more heated, his hands suddenly roaming all over you. His lips descended to your neck and you couldn't hold back a small moan.

And then you let out a gasp as he stood up, lifting you onto the table as he stood between your legs. You grasped his arms, frustrated at the amount of fabric that was still between you. You pushed his jacket off of his shoulders and it fell on the chair he had just vacated.

Mammon responded by tugging at the hem of your shirt and he broke away from you just long enough to remove it.

It wasn't long before both of your clothes were in a little scattered pile on the floor around the table. Mammon was trailing hot kisses down your belly, your hands in his hair, his hands on your hips.

You were throbbing with need, but you could be patient as he took his time with you, making his way down your torso.

Mammon paused just beneath your belly button and looked up at you with a cheeky grin.

You looked down at him, your mouth open, panting slightly, and you thought just how nice it would be if you could yank him by the horns in that moment. But he wasn't in demon form. Not yet.

"Mammon," you said.

Mammon's grin softened only a little. "Somethin' ya want, darlin'?"

You ran your hands through his hair where his horns should be and blushed at the request you were about to make. "Could you… maybe… you know…"

For some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to ask, so you made grabby hands over his head.

Mammon seemed completely baffled by this for a few minutes, looking up at you and the motion you were making. And then it clicked.

The way he smirked when he realized what you wanted made you blush even more.

Mammon shifted into demon form. "Is this what ya want?"

You didn't bother to respond, only grabbed the curled horns that were now within your reach and used them to yank his face closer to your body.

He laughed against the hot skin between your legs before kissing the inside of your thigh. "Impatient, are ya? 'Course ya want the Great Mammon so much ya can't handle it."

"Mammon," you said, a warning in your voice.

But Mammon only laughed again before putting his entire mouth on you, his hands on your thighs, and making you moan as he used his tongue in ways you didn't know were possible.

You held onto his horns, your fingers slotted perfectly between the sharp twists in them. You were careful not to pull too much as you didn't want to move him away from you or hurt him by tugging too hard.

Mammon seemed to be fully engaged in eliciting sounds from you, though. Every time he pulled away just a bit, you whined. Every time he licked, you sighed. And if he sucked, you moaned loudly.

You were so close, feeling so good, when he stopped all together and stood up, moving in close to press his face against your neck.

You were about to protest when you noticed his wings had also wrapped around you. The way the leathery skin felt against your bare flesh was a sensation you hadn't been expecting. It was soft and supple, but so different from the rest of his skin. You reached out, running a hand along the edge of the wing to your right.

Mammon jerked back a little to look at you with wide eyes, as though he hadn't been expecting you to touch him that way.

You took advantage of the space that was now between you to run your fingers along the white markings on his chest.

Mammon sucked in a breath. You saw the way he blushed, how he closed his eyes, how he was almost gritting his teeth.

"You're more sensitive in demon form, aren't you?" you asked, your voice hushed.

Mammon blushed even more. "What? Nah, it's just different-"

"It's okay," you said. "You don't need to pretend with me."

You didn't wait for him to respond to this, just scooted forward a little bit so you could kiss the white marking at the base of his throat.

"Ah, MC!" Mammon actually cried out, his hands grasping your arms, fingernails digging into your skin.

You couldn't believe he was having such an intense reaction. Just a minute ago you were manhandling him by his horns and he only laughed. Now you were kissing his markings and touching his wings and he was practically falling apart already.

You pulled him closer to you so you could kiss along each white line on his chest. He was leaning against the table, clearly having a hard time staying standing. You ran your hand along one of his wings, pulling the tip of it toward you so you could press a kiss there.

Mammon nearly lost his mind, you could see how much he was trying to hold himself back. His erection was evident before you, dripping with precum, his body quivering with need. He had a hand on either side of you, leaning against the table for support. "M-MC… please…"

You reached up to run a finger along the curves of one of his horns. "You're so beautiful," you said softly.

Mammon's blush was already so intense, you weren't sure how it managed to get worse. He couldn't look at you, his eyes squeezed shut, but he couldn't pull away, leaning into your touch as you caressed his horns and his wings.

Seeing his reaction made you want him even more. You scooted to the very edge of the table and pulled him close to you. It turned out the table was the perfect height and you wouldn't even need to reposition yourself.

"You don't have to hold back so much," you said in his ear. "Mammon… I want you…"

Mammon's wings were practically vibrating around you as he pushed you back gently so you were laying down on the table. Then he hooked your legs over his shoulders and sank his cock into you, both of you moaning together at the feeling of it.

"MC," he mumbled. "MC, ya feel so good."

You couldn't even formulate a response to this. Mammon took what you said about not holding back to heart. The minute he was fully inside you, he let himself go, his thrusts wild and fast. Every one hit just right, your body squeezing around him, his hands gripping your hips.

You took in the sight of him above you - your legs on his shoulders, his wings flared out behind him, his horns and the white markings on his chest fully visible to you, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin.

You couldn't stop moaning and gasping, your own hands clutching at the table beneath you. His cock felt so good inside you and every thrust pulsed pleasure through your body. You were already so close, but then Mammon reached in between you to stimulate your most sensitive spot with his fingers.

You cried out at his touch, an unexpected spike in the pleasure you were feeling. You writhed on the table now, your legs clenching down on his shoulders.

Mammon was practically chanting your name now. He didn't slow down, but his thrusts became sloppier, more desperate.

The momentum built and you could feel every muscle tense as your orgasm burst upon you, exploding behind your eyes and rushing through every nerve in your body. You cried out Mammon's name, sitting up slightly from the intensity of the feeling.

The sound of your voice calling out his name, the feeling of you squeezing him so sweetly, sent Mammon over the edge. You gasped in air as you felt yourself fill up with his cum.

You were collapsed on the table, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

Mammon lowered your legs from his shoulders and leaned forward over you, his wings hovering on either side of you. He pressed kisses up your throat before pulling you to sit up so he could kiss you properly.

"Ya drive me crazy," he said into your lips. "You're so perfect."

You sighed against him, reaching out to brush his wings again. "So are you."

The way he blushed from that alone was so cute, you knew it was only a matter of time before you would be initiating round two.

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[balrogballs]

The Mirage

a hopeful little deleted scene from my old “Elrond stays to watch Eldarion grow up” AU, in which he meets his grandson for the first time 😊

When Elrond reverently takes Eldarion into his arms, the newborn’s dark curls still slick from birth, he cannot help but look into his future. It’s a bad habit he has always had when it comes to Elros’ descendants, no matter if it was baby Estel, or the adolescent fosters, or even distant cousins twenty times removed.

Eru, he would think — allow me this indulgence. It is all I have left of him. Elrond allows himself the glimpse, only once and only a taste, but always. The remnants of an ancient cheekbone, eye, nose, smile, increasingly blurred and altered, but undoubtedly present. He lives like a man lost in the desert permitting himself a single, longing glance at each mirage he passes, always backing away before the face peels off to reveal the death mask beneath.

But this time, the man staring back at him from Eldarion’s future is not Elros. And nor is it death.

It is neither future pyre nor waterlogged tomb, but a familiar face regardless. Elrond squeezes his eyes shut, shakes his head in confusion at what is certainly a blip, a malfunction of his foresight in the absence of Vilya. It can’t be. It can’t. But the image does not change.

“What did you see?” asks Arwen nervously, recognising the mask of foresight stretched across her father’s face. Elrond looks up, blinks, face taut. Aragorn’s lips tighten, afraid.

“Ada!” Arwen sits up now, face white in terror. “What’s wrong? This is fear, is it not? What did you see?”

Elrond shakes his head. He tries again, shutting his eyes tighter, and it is still the same image, as if the loss of Vilya foreclosed his foresight and turned it into a carnival mirror, uncanny and familiar all at once. He looks into his grandson’s future and sees only his own eyes, his nose, his jagged right canine, his heavy brow, his hair, his ears… no, not his ears. No, not his ears at all, his ears are — oh, Valar… his ears —

It seems unbelievable, does it not? Unbelievable, in a world of such wickedness as this, that Eldarion Telcontar will one day grow to become not a vague shadow of Elros, but the spit of Elrond Peredhel, right down to the bone. He cannot believe it. He blinks at him as if to make sure he isn’t a vision, that the irritable twitch of Eldarion’s nose and the sharp angles waiting under his chubby cheeks are really, truly there.

“He looks like me,” he breathes out at last. Elrond’s eyes are wide, blown, as though he stands before some great divinity. “Oh Arwen, he looks just like me.”

This is where every war could end, just before it truly does. In that split-second second-space where one vision of power fades and another begins to wake, when the earth sheds its skin. When all that remains are whispers of renewal, primordial reawakenings gifted by the earth itself as a self defence mechanism, or a good-faith treaty. Like birdsong in felled forests. Like rainfall and riverbeds. Like jungle, mountain, sea. Like Eldarion Telcontar, asleep in his grandfather’s arms — not a mirage, but a desert promise.

[bisexualiteaa]

Is it ok to request ? I’m obsessed w/ Gale from BG3. Any loving is wanted / needed. I feel he would be ok w/ a strong partner after Mystra .

Love Within a Moonlit Tower

Gale Dekarios x Fem Reader (fluff and SMUT MDNI!!)

CW: established relationship, slight deviation from the game, slight OOC Gale, nauseatingly sweet fluff, mentions of steamy romance book, mentions of his past relationship with Mystra, established marriage, cursing, body worship, p in v, unprotected seggs, multiple 0rgasms, multiple creampies, slight dumbification, possible grammar/spelling errors.

AN: another one I’ve had in the vaults waiting for the right time to tweak it and drop, I’m so sorry it took me this long to get to Anon! 😭 Thank you for your lovely request, I hope I did it any justice because I too love our resident wizard man. 🥺🫶

The quiet sounds of the birds chirping their mid-day song softly infiltrated through the half opened windows of the library. You could feel the warm rays of the sun flooding in, the gentle breeze washing over you, tousling your hair slightly as your fingers glide amidst the parchment pages of your book. The smell of books new and old filled your nose with its familiar and calming scent, mingling with that of the candles which lit your lovely reading space. You were fully immersed into the story that you were reading, the title of it having stood out to you amongst the others when you found it whilst perusing the bookshelves a few days prior. A slight blush tinted your cheeks as your reading reached a rather raunchy romance scene. The images played out in your mind, built from the well versed description inked upon the pages, every detail recounted as if you were there to experience it yourself. You crossed your legs, clasping your thighs together and biting your lip as you read onwards, finding yourself rather picturing you and Gale in such a scene rather than the two characters within the story. Almost watching as the two characters caught up in each other’s embrace, from well drawn out foreplay to tastefully described sex, you couldn’t help the tingling buzz of arousal that began to drum deep within your core. It left you so bothered, you hadn’t realized the room had begun to grow hot around you, or that a certain wizardly husband of yours had entered the room. You let out a little excited giggle as you read on, your mouth going agape in pleased shock on occasion as you read some of the interesting, and rather thrilling, things the characters were doing with one another. It almost reminded you of the good old days spent adventuring together, finding many a nights a bed beneath the stars and wine not far from reach as your limbs tangled with Gale’s in your best attempts at a romantic rendezvous.

“My, someone certainly seems to be enjoying themselves. I was wondering where you’d run off to. You’re starting to take after me with the way you lock yourself away and read all day” your husband spoke teasingly, making your face turn red as you snapped the book shut in embarrassment and turned your attention to him. “Oh! Hello love! I got so caught up in reading that I hadn’t realized how much time had passed, my apologies” you said sweetly, with such saccharine coated innocence to your tone as you looked up at him, praying your actions wouldn’t raise his suspicions. He smiled at you before his eyes peered down towards the cover of your book then back up to your flustered face. No wonder you reacted the way you did, he interrupted a rather intimate reading. “Ah, I remember reading that one! I had a rather similar reaction upon even my Tryssm entering the room whilst I was nose deep in it. Certainly wouldn’t have been my first guess at what you would pick, but it would be far from me to judge my wife’s tastes in literature” he said, moving closer to you. “Though a part of me deep down has been hoping that you’d stumble across it. Judging by your reactions I’d say you find it quite enjoyable, hmm?” he asked, his suave, deep voice right by your ear, his breath fanning along your neck as he spoke, sending pleasant tingles to your core that fanned the burning embers within you.

You gave a giggle to his response, finding your bottom lip trapped once more between your teeth as you leaned your head to the side, granting him access to your neck as your eyes held a dreamy gaze. “I do. Reminds me a lot of our days adventuring together. The carnage, the battles, the…midnight trysts” you responded, making him chuckle as his lips pressed soft, but tingling kisses to your shoulders, taking note of the dip in your tone that reflected a mood that words had yet to confirm. “I rather enjoyed our late night rendezvous, especially the ones after a heated battle” he replied with a grin. “How we could hardly keep our eyes off of one another while traveling. Then once we’d return to camp, all bloody and adrenaline coursing through our veins, hardly able to keep our hands to ourselves either” you added as his hands smoothed down your shoulders and down the expanse of your arms, the added sensation only fueling the growing fire in your belly. “Perhaps one day we could collaborate on a steamy, action packed story of our own. Recant the epic tales of our concurring of the elder brain! And all the juicy, lascivious bits in between” he excitedly suggested, making you chuckle before turning and placing your hand to his scruffy cheek lovingly, pulling him into a kiss. “Mmm…I rather like that idea. Though I’m afraid if you put it in my hands, I may find myself writing more of our flitting romance and steamy sexual adventures rather than focusing on the biggest victory Baldur’s Gate has seen in centuries” you said into it, a small giggle slipping past you and a smirk growing to your lips as seduction dripped from your honeyed voice. Before you knew it, your once chaste kiss grew a little deeper. “Who would I be to stop you?” He asked, a grin of his own stretching to his lips as a chuckle resonated from his chest, pride swelling his heart that was filled only with the undying love he held for you.

“You know…we’ve yet to break in the library, darling” you stated after your lips parted to allow you both a chance to breathe, your eyes half lidded and holding that mischievous, yet loving gaze of wanting that he loved seeing so much. He only ever wished he could immortalize it in a painting to hang all around the tower, but seeing it every time pointed in his direction because of his doing, was plenty enough to satisfy. He grinned and gave a hum with intrigue at your proposal. “We haven’t yet, have we?” he replied before standing up, grabbing the book from you and placing it aside as he moved in front of you. “That mistake can be easily remedied. IF you’re up for it of course!” he said, making you grin up at him as your hands found his before standing, placing them on your hips to allow him to hold you close. “Gale, my love, has there ever been a time where I haven’t been?” you asked in response, making him grin and chuckle once more. “Certainly none that I can recall, but as gentle as you have been with me, I intend to do the same in return. The last thing I’d wish to do is misinterpret your desires” he responded, making you snake your hands up his chest before resting them on his shoulders. “You haven’t, but I thank you for taking the extra care” you replied sweetly, resting your forehead softly against his as you closed your eyes to bask in the moment together. “Anything for you, my treasure” he spoke in kind, words you knew that held genuine promise behind them rather than empty falsehoods. “Then I say we break in the library, perhaps even relive some old times while doing so” you said, pulling him in for another kiss as his hands traversed your curves. “You mean…like this?” He asked, picking you up and backing you against a bookcase, your legs wrapped around his hips as he held you up. The ever growing smile on your face, paired with the look of pleasant surprise made his dick twitch with excitement from beneath his robes. Gods how he loved you, no goddess could ever make him feel the way you do from just one look alone. “Remind you of the nights we’d spend by the water? Teasing one another as we bathed in the waterfalls and we’d have each other up against the rocks” he recounted as his kisses trailed down your neck, leaving shameless hickies in his wake. “Reminds me a lot of the time where I made you jealous, so you drank a potion of hill giant strength, then proceeded to pick me up and slammed me up against a tree and have your way with me so Wyll, Astarion and Halsin knew I had eyes for only you” you replied with a giggle through your moans as he found every sensitive spot he could, knowing the map of your body like the contents of his favorite book. “Certainly not my smartest use of a potion, but worth it in my eyes to have had you screaming all night” he added as he ground his hips against you, making you tilt your head back against the bookcase as your eyes fluttered shut for a moment in bliss. “Seemed a good use to me. I never was one for being quiet but that night was certainly one I’d never forget” you said teasingly through a fit of giggles before a louder moan escaped you as his hardened cock rubbed against your clothed clit from the confines of his robes. “It’s one of the many things I love about you” he responded. “Fuck, Gale please…” you begged breathlessly.

Your mind was lost on the way that your back had met the hard wood and leather covers of books within the bookshelf you were pressed against. To you, all you felt was the pleasurable stretch of him sheathed inside of you, then the feeling of his tip nestled against your bundle of nerves deep within you, pistoning in and out, nudging the entrance to your cervix. You laid your head back against the bookcase for stability as your eyes shut tight, moans escaping your throat like a symphony to his ears as you cried his name like a prayer. “Fuck, Gale…just like that” you praised as his lips once again littered your skin with soft kisses, as if he was worshipping you. In truth, he was. No goddess bestowed him the kindness you have, no goddess offered him the love and patience you so graciously have given him over the time you’ve spent with him. No one could ever compare to you, no legendary hero, no god above, you were a category of your own. Someone who not only sated, but *saved* him, offering him a life he could have never imagined to become a reality. There was nothing in this world anyone could ever offer him that would even closely rival that of your affections, and with each time he made love to you, he wanted to make that sentiment known to you.

You paid little mind to the dull ache beginning to rise in your back, nor for the thought of how tense or sore you would be later and even into tomorrow for it, what mattered was having your husband in your arms with you, enjoying this tender moment. You two had been going like this for gods only knows how long, your brain muddled from your previous orgasms as his stayed deep within you, only to occasionally drip down to the floor and coat your thighs with his essence. “Just one more. You can give me one more, can’t you love?” He asked, making you nod your head yes in response as words were all but lost on you, your mind effectively reduced to mush as the only words able to leave you were cries and pleas of his name. He loved when he could get you like this, so high from adrenaline, so drunk from pleasure that your usually bustling mind became blank as a sheet of fresh parchment. Before you, he isolated himself from the world, isolated himself away from people where books were his only form of stimulation. While it wasn’t conducive for pleasures of the flesh, he loved the way that he could reduce you to such pleasurable mindlessness. To make you feel good despite his insecurities. Over time he’s only gotten better, memorizing your body inside and out, noting where your most sensitive places lie, what pace and positions you like most. You’ve helped him, not only through physical touch but through everything in between. Where once stood a man who thought the only way to prove his worth to the world was to allow himself to be consumed by the weave, now stood a man with more confidence and happiness than you’d ever seen in him. He only wished you’d see it from his eyes, what all you’ve done for him and how you make him feel, but he would always be more than happy to show you on days where the words just could not explain it.

“I love you” he proclaimed, making you smile as you leaned forward and kissed him sweetly. “I love you too” you answered in kind, pressing your forehead to his as you panted and moaned, finding yourself nearing your end once more. His gaze fell to where you were both connected, watching himself move in and out of you, watching you stretch and the way you coated his dick in your slick. The way you squeezed tightly around him, throwing your head back as you let out a cry of release was what did him in for the final time, feeling your walls milk him of everything he could give you. You both stood there, panting and trying to catch your breath as the pleasurable feeling of your after glow fell upon you, allowing you both to find one another in a soft, loving kiss once more. “The one part I don’t miss from our late night misadventures is certainly the back aches from being had up against any solid thing around” you spoke, your shared laughs filling the otherwise quiet room as you recounted the many times of tree bark practically mauling your skin, or the aches and bruises of rocks once being your only form of stable ground. “A shame, means the stairs are out of the question then” he replied playfully, making you laugh. “At least we can check the library off the list, but I’ll think about the stairs if it fancies you so much, it would be only fair” you said with a giggle. “At least the balcony has a nice love seat” Gale added, making you grin as he helped you down and in getting stable on your feet, helping you clean up before you slid your robe on and he got redressed. “Maybe later we can put it to good use” you proposed with a smirk, kissing his cheek as he grinned. “With an ocean front view like that? Bound to be a romantic night for sure. Perhaps we can have dinner out there as well, have a date night in of sorts with a few glasses of wine and maybe a handful of those decadent desserts you love so much” he added, making you hum with intrigue at the idea, nothing but pure love residing in your gaze as you looked up at him. “Then consider it a date, Mr. Dekarios“ you replied, making him chuckle as he leaned down to kiss you softly once more before releasing you from his hold. “Maybe pull out that dress you’ve been wishing to wear, I’d love to see it on you” he said, making you smile. “Perhaps I will, but first I intend to freshen up. Feel free to join me” you said, leaning up against the doorway as you spoke before leaving to find the bath. He watched as your hips swayed and you sauntered teasingly out of the room, waiting to see if he would trail behind you.

It was little moments like these that he’d never felt more lucky.

[catsoupki]

別戒，毒友 / come out and haunt me (aki hayakawa x reader)

Summary: everyone has their vices to forget a world of devil and man, but remember, when you quit, you quit forever.

Warnings: canon-typical violence (mentioned), smoking cuz duh it’s aki, angst !! they’re hinted to have somewhat of a relationship that never really flourished, so i guess treat them as fwb that could’ve been but never was :) have this while i fail my math midterms <3

wc: 820

It takes him a little over five seconds before he actually moves. Sitting up, stretching out his legs, heaving a breath. With the cigarette box still in hand, he leaves the balcony with what he’s got left in him and goes to greet whoever is ringing the doorbell.

“Heyo,” is what greets him when he opens the gate, laden— “missed me?” You invite yourself into his home, loafers toed off at the Genkan.

“Got any cigarettes?” He says while he turns around, dipping down to rummage through the drawers, and then the kotatsu, hoping he’d come across some more saviours.

“Say yes first.” Movement ceases, you’ve done it, you’re made it awkward. Look down, sigh, look back up, Aki is meeting you in the eye.

“Yes.”

One second passes and you reach into your pocket to snake a new packet into his hand— the flavour he likes, bought from the kombini he frequents— unfamiliarly and with a certain hesitance that makes you slow down before placing it on his open palm, slithering back onto the balcony.

An October night, the wind is crackling outside, his cigarette wavering in the chill, “Hayakawa-sensei, aren’t you cold?”

“No,” his pyjamas riffle violently where he stands next to the opened sliding glass door, “you’re not gonna come out?”

“I’m not so fond of the cold, sir,” Stepping across the boundary, your hair whips in your face anyway, squinting– “give me one too.”

“Since when did you start seriously smoking?” He asks, with hair in his eyes, he looks at you expectantly. You close your eyes.

“Since last time,” you smile at him, in the direction where you think he’s at, you don’t know that his eyes are flitting across your lips, your hair, he looks at you again. You.

“You should quit.” You open your eyes again.

“Mm.”

You were introduced to Aki two months ago, as was your habit of smoking. Makima had found you lying behind some alleyway bar, maimed. When Aki arrived at the scene, he could not differentiate between the way your blood spilled and the cracks of concrete beneath your corpse.

The culprit was killed by Denji afterwards, and you were hauled to the hospital soon. The day that you wake up, Makima greeted you, a simple “Hi”, before she asked the million-dollar question: are you willing to join my squad?

You wanted to say no, and perhaps she knew that, but you had no family left, not even the Shiba. Eyes glossy, hazy, maybe, you didn’t answer her. When she came back a day later with flowers in her hold, you said yes while looking at the floor.

You believe that you have little say in what truly happens around you, and the things that happen to you. Despite Makima always asking for your opinions on matters that concern you, you think that just like how you had said yes to her initial request by looking at the floor, the requests that leave Makima’s lips are laced with aphrodisiac, or perhaps it’s poison, you never find yourself saying no.

“Would you accompany Aki on this mission? I believe it’ll be a good learning opportunity for you.” Yes, because yes.

“Will you consider making a contract with this devil? It’ll be a good matchup when you go on missions with Denji and Aki.” Sure, why not.

It was August when your lips were first tainted by something. It was supposed to be smouldering these days, but that time, you find yourself travelling to Hokkaido with Aki.

He was familiar with the place, you could tell. Unlike the other times, he didn’t waste time fiddling with paper maps or asking the locals. With snow crunching under his footfalls, he walked knowing where his shoes would land next; forward.

The air had been extra cold when Aki gave you your first cigarette. Musk fills your lungs before you heave and cough all that you inhaled. Aki laughs at you.

You should quit. Yes— quit smoking, quit saying yes, quit abusing devils, quit looking at the ground when Makima talks to you. You should quit before you die.

“I’ll quit when you do.” Stubbornness is all that you know, Aki knows. He sighs instead.

“Why’re you here?”

Aki is polite. He has a habit of looking at people with proper etiquette in conversation, something that you lack. The dimming skyline, nebulous clouds. “I’m leaving tomorrow! I finally got my solo mission after two months, Nara. I’m eating so much food there.”

Maybe it’s the wind, or maybe it’s you, perhaps it’s him, but you don’t say much. He doesn’t say much either. It’s the wind whipping your hair— yeah.

He glances at you, with smoke filling his lungs, drowning in you, he says, “Be careful.”

You leave soon after, forgetting that you had a reunion with a few friends. You leave behind the cigarettes.

You quit. Aki never got to return them.

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