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Reverse Portal au, I know ppl for some reason say that Ford wouldnât bring Stan back so to counter that I had this au in mind.
Reverse Portal au, where it seems like everything wants Stanford to stop working on the Portal but he somehow persists each time. He will get his brother back, no matter what.
He gets blasted with the memory gun by the Blind eye society, forgetting Stanley in the first place but the photo Ford has on him of himself and Stanley as children gets him to remember and goes back to working on Portal and now keeping an eye out for the Blind Eye, if he has to act oblivious now and more cautious then he will do so. But the problem is he needs the other journals, he canât remember how to work the portal.
His grant money runs out, the house is cold and he doesnât have enough money to keep working on the portal or to get food. He sleeps in Stanâs car for the night, he misses his brother. After seeing the state of his brotherâs car, he slowly realizes that Stanâs been living in his carâŚthis whole time. And now that he thought about it, Stan did look disheveled when he got to Fordâs house. Fordâs hands tremble and he cries that night. But by the next morning, he makes a plan and sell some of his inventions and idea to the government. He needs the money to keep going, he needs the money to survive long enough to save his brother.
He eventually makes a museum out of gravity falls oddities, selling out the things he once found comfort and he saw himself in.
He works for years, he misses Stanley. Scenarios run through Fordâs mind wondering if Stanley is still dead or alive, or if Bill got to him.
IfâŚ
Ford often stares at the photo, his brother, he just⌠he needs to work more. He hasnât been working enough. Why hasnât he brought Stanley back yet?!?
What good are his brains if he canât get his brother back?!?
Ford spends a year taking a break. An off year, because he eventually reaches a limit, and if he pushed any farther then, he would have died and then Stanley wouldnât have been able to make it back at all. Ford wanders Gravity falls again, wondering if he can bring back the passion he once had for the small town. But now, he feels like itâs a place of his failures, of his loss and the things he exploited.
Things start to turn up, when a small boy by the name of Zeus? Ah! Soos.
Starts being Fordâs assistant. Soos for some reason, believes in him, and seems interested in the anomalies in a way that Ford hasnât felt in a long time. Something about it warms his heart, he thinks that Stan would like the boy.
One of the days working the museum, a visitor crashes through. Another one of his mistakes, Shifty the Shapeshifter. The creature is anguished by its abandonment. Not understanding why Ford did it.
It⌠Ford feels for them. Itâs them now. Shifty unintentionally or not, saw Ford as a parental figure, Ford doesnât know how to feel about that. Ford tells them that he canât reverse what he did, locking them down there, but he offers to try to make amends.
Shifty, his childâŚ. agrees.
With Shifty living with him, and Soos helping about, his house starts to feel less lonely. Ford wonders how Stan would feel about his new nibling. Ford wonders if Stan has a family out there in the unknown.
Things start to change again when Boy-ish Dan, now Manly Danâs wife went missing. The whole town searched for her to no avail. Ford wonders if the supernatural took her, or maybe the society of the blind eye.
Manly Danâs daughter is a troublemaker, stealing from the museum gift shop, going around with her friends spray painting the sides of buildings.
Ford didnât like her at first. Despite her cool demeanor, she was certainly a troublemaker. Ford would not admit that he antics werenât familiar though. He wonders if Stan would like her.
However despite their rough start, Ford ends up hiring her, saving her from her dreadful âloggingâ camp for the summer. He hires her to straighten her out a bit, if sheâs going to do crimes might as well teach her not to get caught.
The name Fiddleford is a name Ford hasnât heard in a long time, after the Blind Society of Eye, Ford tended to avoid his old friend notâŚout of fear of course but out of self preservation, he couldnât afford to have the Blind Eye Society descend down on him again, not when he was so close. He has so much to lose.
ButâŚFord would be lying if he said he didnât see Fiddleford around town all those years, looking more and more feral each time Ford saw him.
Sometimes Ford would quietly follow his old friend to the dump where his old friend resides in.
To make sure his friend makes it home safely. And occasionally he left a basket for his old friend and his raccoon wife. It ate Ford up inside but he couldnât do much more than that.
When Ford first laid eyes upon little Mason and little Mabel, he practically melted into a puddle. They were so small, so so small. And even as small as they were they held onto eachother tightly, as if they were afraid the world would separate them. Ford wondered if he and Stanley were like that when they were born. He wished Stanley were here to see it.
His tiny itty bitty grandniece held onto his fingers, holding them with her hands. Ford couldnât stop himself from crying. And almost practically kidnapping them. They were so small, he needs to protect them, protect them from this cruel world that would separate them.
In the end he had to give Shermie back his grandchild and Shifty had to practically restrain Ford to get him to stop himself from stealing the twins dna, so he could replicate them and leave the replications as decoys so he can find a place to keep the originals safe from harm, from anything.
For his troubles Ford walked out with Shifty, with a bunch of pictures of his grandniece and grandnephew. Stanley would love them.
Iâm tired so Iâll do a PT.2 later if you want.
Tbh Iâm sending u this because both you and E agree with me about Ford would never give on Stan in a reverse portal au
Hopefully you enjoyed
YOU. YOU BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING THSNK YOU FOR BLESSING MY ASK BOX WITH THIS. THIS IS BEAUTIFUL I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.
the way Stanley is just⌠haunting Ford the entire time?? the way whenever he meets anyone or does anything, the specter of his brother follows him, a comfort and a reminder and a punishment all in one. Stanley would have loved this. Stanley was just like them. Stanley is jsut like them, because he canât be dead yet, he canât
be inclusion of Shifty makes me so so soft, thatâs his baby, thatâs his kid!!! and he fucked up but if given a second chance he would try. all this man does is try and try and hope for the best.
Wendy and Soos and the little twins are AAAAAAAAAAAAA ANON. YOUVE KILLED ME THIS IS SO TRAGIC AND SO CUTE. iâm so glad Ford wasnât alone. iâm so fascinated by the idea of their lives playing out so similarly (in canon vs here) because yes, theyâre a lot more alike than theyâd ever like to admit.
i imagine him not having the journals is the main setback he faces, along with his loss of memories of where they are, and possibly a lot of the specifics of what they contain. thinking about it, Martian Stan! Ford was so so close to just being this guy. if he waited a day longer to get the journals, heâd be absolutely done for.
#once again Fiddleford Fucks Up#but also the inclusion of him trying to help fiddleford despite not knowing how :((((#anon ty for this i feel like iâve been given a great gift#gravity falls#stanford pines#stanley pines#reverse portal au#im SO SO glad E and I are both the âFord wouldnât leave Stan in the Portalâ guys. this is it iâve made it#asks
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So glad someone asked about Ninjago Finds the Way Home AU recently cuz I just found that and oh boy do I have questions, this au is so cool!! So, since the ninja never became a team, this means they never found the golden weapons, so the megaweapon and Garmadon's subsequent healing never happened. And since he's not there, and Zane was quickly sent to the dungeons by Chen, this means none of the other ninja are wary of Chen (minus Cole and Zane due to your previous post). This also means, besides Lloyd, none of them know Spinjitzu or have their True potentials. Does anyone unlock their true potential *during* the Tournament?
Oh!! Also cuz they don't have their true potential unlocked, does this mean Chen's spell is weakened in power? Or does it just take the power (no matter the skill level) as a baseline fuel? Cuz I'd imagine taking the literal Elements of Creation would be really powerful, but they're not as powerful as they could be.
Also, I'm very curious if Chen still gets to Kai in this, since in canon Chen mentions he knew Kai's parents. For Kai in this au, someone who wants to live up to his parents legacy of being blacksmiths and restoring their shop to glory, how would he take this info? You also said he wants to avoid the prophecy and that he's only here because of Nya, so does that mean he doesn't really use his powers or participate? Or does he still try? Also since I mentioned Lloyd earlier, what are the groups reactions to seeing a child in this Tournament? I know you said they warm up Lloyd and see parts of themself in him, but how does that go about happening? Sorry for all the questions, this au is just super cool! Hope you have a nice day!
Omg long ask thank you ! I'll put the reply under readmore aaa
You're right! At first, no one is that wary of Chen or Clouse. I think there might be a bit of "Wait, somethings not quite right." but it's pretty easily brushed off by attributing Chens strangeness to the fact he's a wacky reclusive billionaire. He says something a little off color and it's like well, he has been alone on this island for years so...? I guess that makes sense. I do think Zanes little outburst and dinner raised some eyebrows, and made some of the more attentive EMs a bit slower to trust the whole situation, but for the most part everyone thinks they're there to play the game and win the crown. no more no less. This AU would focus a lot more on clues and mystery and unraveling how everything is connected I think.
I didn't give much thought to true potential, but thinking about it now- I think only one ninja would unlock his TP during the events of the ToE, and it would be Kai. I think this version of Kai is really resistant to change and is very focused on him and nya vs the world. I think him reaching his true potential is when he accepts that he needs and WANTS to make outside connections, and accepts his role as part of something larger than himself. I think he would still reach it protecting Lloyd in some way! Perhaps he still gets his hand on the staff and feels that corruption, and ends up reaching TP by destroying it and giving everyone their powers back? Might have to workshop that one a little. What do you think?
Personally, I think that taking the powers no matter the skill level of the user will give Chen their Fully Recognized Power. It's not that the power isnt THERE, just that there's a mental block keeping them from accessing it. The staff doesn't really have an mental blocks so- full power from the moment they're stolen!
the question about Kai and Chen is really interesting. It's been too long since i've seen s4 i need to rewatch augh. Kai is really individualistic in this version of the story- he wants to take care of what's his and nothing else. i think Chen bringing up his parents would play into that, and I think Chen would bring up his parents earlier on to get Kai on his side earlier on. Though I don't think he would phrase it like he knows a Big Secret, just that he KNEW them, which would be enough for kai, who starved of any and all information on his parents. I don't think this would set off any alarm bells for Kai at first because Chen clearly has an interest in the elemental masters, so it's not that strange he knew his parents, right? But as things start to become more obviously nefarious Kai's willingness to listen to Chen would quickly sour. Especially once he realizes that Chen was fighting against his parents in the war. At first, though, he would be extremely interested in learning everything about them he can from Chen. ANd he might still use that interest to trick Chen into thinking he's on his side later on so he can act double agent and help the others from behind the curtain so to speak.
Kai doesnt have any idea about the prophecy at first, and he's kinda just of the mindset of like- I gotta get Nya and go home. there's a blacksmith shop to be run. i don't have time for this tournament stuff i JUST started getting good at the forge. But he's still a young man and i think the more he was around other EMs the more he's like OKAYYYY this could be fun. maybe. and heck, i'm stuck here... so why not try to win? For the heck of it? so he does end up participating a bit!
there's a collective thought bubble from everyone who sees Lloyd that basically boils down to "Man, I hope someone else eliminates him before I have to." WHICH IS TO SAY no one would actually try to hurt him, but they would try to defeat him in the tournament. There's a lot of money on the line, after all...
There's a lot of inertwined stuff that happens that leads to Lloyd becoming really important to the ninja team. I think the basic idea is that first the group as a whole takes him in when he's getting into trouble on the ferry ride to chens island, then Zane, who knows who Lloyd is, is keen on keeping an eye on him. He and Zane bond quick because Zane does not treat Lloyd like a child to his face (To elaborate, Zane isn't like unjustly shouldering a lot of responsibility onto Lloyd like he were a fellow adult. he just listens to lloyd and takes what he says with the same gravity he would if those words were coming from someone like neuro or wu. Lloyd feels very heard and respected, so he sticks close to zane.) then, because Cole and Zane are fast friends and cole has a natural paternal instinct, he and lloyd bond. Colke and jay are a package deal, so Jay ends up growing close to Lloyd too. Jay and Nya are flitring a lot, so now Nya's in the mix and where there's nya, kai is not far behind.
a game of connect the dots in a way?
tell me what YOU think!
thanks for the ask!
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Last chp of Surrender Your Mind releases today! Itâll be my second chaptered fic that Iâve finished!!!
Next Friday Iâll be posting the first chp of the second part⌠so sorry in advance for whatâs going to an agonizing wait lol
#rexwalker#captain rex#rex and anakin#anakin skywalker#star wars anakin#tcw fanfic#fanficiton#final update#iâm so excited#I love this fic sm#itâs been done for weeks and Iâve been fighting for my life not to release all of it at once#I canât believe it was supposed to be a one shot#I think I might end up making a whole au for it#multiple fics following different characters#since a lot is different from canon#but I need a name for it#so if anyone has any suggestions Iâd be happy to hear them :)#surrender your mind au
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vtuber loop !!!
[reverse entry au? the reverse isekai part of it? tangentially related to this post here, and also the last part of this post too]
#in stars and time#isat#isat loop#isat spoilers#<- since blink and u miss it 2hats technically so!#reverse entry au#reverse isekai loop au#my friends and i got a bit silly last night on discord ASFSAFSA#it was going to be more normal bg... next thing i know everything become MC#it was gonna be JUST the bg at first!! but then it became the upside down slab for the table then the wood carving block then the knife LOL#also listen i may or may not have given up on liquifying the wood block#dw about it its okay its funnier this way at least to me in my heart#so uhhh yeah was thinking about this specific idea again....#at this point it might get proper integrated into the reverse entry au since it is very funny to me in particular actually#and also! minor retcon? of something ever only mentioned in tags of the prev vtuber loop post but yanno-#true ending was the final ending loop got before reverse isekai#BUT the perfect ending preceded it first and it also the forefront of their memory in their mind if that makes sense#i still think it would affect things but this way its more in line with canon since#well it makes sense to be more in line if maintaining the whole reverse isekai gimmick?? so yeah!!#okay lots of rambling over tag talk over WOOOO
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New Age AU (Obtaining Killer)
Hey guys! Through with a bot of stuff for the day and I have a sneaking suspicion that this stress headache will not leave me until I finish some projects for work, so I *may* be m.i.a. for a hot second until they stop.
In the meantime, I want to drop this! (Unedited, unrefined, raw off the slab style)
Andddd @ancha-aus and @papiliovolens ! Hello! (Mutzelputz if u see this, the tags weren't working for some reason, I apologize.)
Hope y'all enjoy!
Ccino had convinced him to leave the castle. After nearly a year had passed since his last true public appearance. Since he'd stolen the apple from his brother. Nine months had passed since he'd sent Dream away. He tried not to think about it.
Nightmare had been finding out a lot about his magic. How it made him jittery, and how he felt like he understood so much more. How it made him deeply paranoid, quick to react.
How it made people listen to him.
He figured it was because he was scary now. The negative magic condensed over every inch of his bone wasn't exactly appealing, and the extra limbs which had sprouted from his spine now acted like his own personal weapons. If someone didn't listen, didn't give him an answer he liked, the limbs moved without him even thinking.
It had taken time to learn to better control them. Even now, they writhed in his wake. His nerves expressed through their lashing and twitching as they hovered just above the ground.
The streets weren't exactly crowded.
Upon word of the King's arrival to this small providence, Nightmare had found that many people fled from his path. His travel party of several soldiers, and himself on horseback. He'd always wanted to ride horses. The traitor twin was someone that every citizen wished to avoid.
Ccino had coaxed him outside with promises of fresh air. Apparently there were promising young members of the city guard that Ccino swore would be wonderful future knights. Young warriors for him to bring up loyally under his name, no fear of betrayal.
It had made sense, at the time, but Nightmare hadn't chosen to recruit any of them.
It wasn't to say he didn't want to. Several of the humans and monsters were very talented, and he did his best to give them praise, but he could tell. None of them wanted to work under him. They didn't like him. Rejection and hatred that had pierced him immediately, he could practically taste it.
Ultimately, they would do better here in their hometown. A place they were passionate about protecting, and with people they cared for. Night would not try to mold promising soldiers into his perfect guard. No matter how smart of an idea it may have been.
And so he'd moved on.
Night had visited several smaller shops, onces which couldn't afford to refuse him, and he bought some fabrics, a trinket, some small thing from each place he stopped by. He payed exactly the price he needed for each thing. He wouldn't bribe his people, either. The best he could do would be to remain neutral.
He did discover, against all odds, that he was enjoying this day out. Ccino was, in fact, usually correct about this sort of thing.
The travel had been enriching. Almost exciting. He'd never gotten out of the castle much at all, this was all new and excitingly mundane.
Good things do not last forever.
It was almost sunset when he noticed it. Torches being set up, a platform prepared. A crowd gathering.
An execution, came the mutter from one of his soldiers. Though he recognized the set-up, Night had never been in attendance to an execution. He was morbidly curious. The crowd held such a contempt. A broiling hunger for blood.
He wished he'd wheeled his horse away when a few people were ushered out of a nearby building.
The prison, maybe?
There weren't many of them. Nightmare dismounted his steed, and much to the dismay of the soldiers at his side, he found himself sinking. Into the growing shadows cast by the dying sun.
He re-emerged beside the stage, where the few people were lined up. Ready for death by hanging.
That trick wasn't one that Nightmare quite understood yet, but he was always drawn to feelings of intense negativity. He knew that, now. Something about these prisoners were bothering him, even at a distance, and he found himself more curious as he stood before them.
His guards, at the back of the crowd, hadn't seemed to figure out where he had gone. He had the time, now, to loom over the small group of prisoners.
The city guards, the trained ones, had likely seen him earlier at their headquarters. They did not speak even a word against him as he stared.
Nightmare stared at these faces.
A dog monster, scrappy and scarred, black fur clashing against a few patches of white. One of her ears was missing.
A pair of humans, both men, one with long, curly red hair and another with short-cropped red hair and the beginnings of a beard. Maybe they were brothers?
A skeleton. His sockets dripped with black magic, and his soul was a piercing crimson, just infront of his chest.
A flame monster, small and stout. Their flames a flickering green and purple. One of their eyes had a patch over it.
Nightmare was not great at determining emotions yet. He was hardly versed in his own feelings, but there had been improvement recently. Understanding new emotions had been coming more naturally to him.
Sometimes it hurt, but he was learning.
Now, past the blossoms of a headache, he felt a bit baffled as he subconsciously picked through the negativity these monsters exuded. Their fear. Their pain. Their loss, and their anger.
Oh.
"Only one of you is guilty."
He'd said it without thinking, practically announcing it with a voice that still felt unnaturally deep. A voice which rattled his ribcage and seemed to force past the barrier of darkness around him.
The group before him seemed startled. Confused.
Well, all but the skeleton, who seemed to only raise his skull slightly. As though just noticing Nightmare was there.
"How could you have possibly been jailed in the first place?" He muttered a bit quieter to himself.
He knew, deep down, that there were many, many rules in place for situations like this. Laws which he could challenge. People he could speak to. He could appoint members of his court to each of these people and try to earn their innocence through the rites of the law.
Then again, he remembered the rage of the crowd. The frustration of the people waiting to see these killings take place.
He didn't know what to do.
Now the prisoners, especially the two humans, were staring at him hopefully. He'd managed to shatter the negativity a bit. He believed them. He knew this was wrong.
"I don't know..."
The mutter came again unprompted.
These people would not have the means to repay him for his help. He couldn't just waive fees, or risk his court turning against him. He couldn't afford enemies being made so close to his inner circle.
He couldn't just leave them, though. Not after he'd seen the injustice of it all.
Stuck in his own thoughts, he was drawn out of it by a snickering laugh.
"Just set them free." A voice followed, "You are our King, aren't you?"
Nightmare then found his eyes drawn to the skeleton.
The others had eased themselves away from him. He stood, now, almost alone. He seemed unbothered by speaking up, his sockets held in an almost lazy posture. Tension going completely un-held.
He grinned up as the King, and seemed to watch contentedly as the thought settled in Nightmare's skull.
He could do that. Simply waive their charges. Pardon them. He could do that, surely. Many royals had done it before him for less certain terms. His mother had plenty of times.
"And you are guilty. You'll still be hanged. You know this, don't you?" Nightmare asked.
That was when the Skeleton's lazy sockets seemed to tighten with a sort of glee. Some hidden joke Nightmare wasn't privy to.
"Hmm." This was a poor choice. This was a bad decision. "Tell me, quickly, how you came to be here. Before I proceed?"
Nightmare didn't know why he was asking. He was... curious. Just like he had always been.
Very few people would ever speak straight to his face. Ccino, that was the only one who'd done it since his change. Since the prophecy. This skeleton had done it. He'd spoken when no one else could muster even a plea.
The silence he seemed to bring to every room. Broken, just briefly.
The skeleton stared at him a moment.
"Name's Killer, your majesty." The tone was mocking. "A while back a buddy of mine got into hot water, and I decided to help them out. Now, plenty of bodies later, I'm the one stuck on death row."
Simple. An admission of guilt.
Nightmare stared at him some more.
Finally, it seemed his frantic guards had noticed him. Found him. They rushed to his side, though not as fast as he would've liked. He could feel the frustration seeping from each armored body around him.
"You don't have an aversion to it," Nightmare voiced, "Killing, I mean."
Killer nodded. Unashamed.
It felt strangely calm, still. Perhaps it was because the crowd was still chattering. They likely hadn't noticed Nightmare at all.
The king turned to the city guard, still stood on the steps. "Free these four people. My judgement decrees them as not-guilty."
And, before any time could pass in the slightest. "Killer, I would like you to accompany me, before you abscond."
He'd noticed it. Killer had undone his cuffs before their conversation. Completely freeing himself from his weak imprisonment.
Killer seemed amused at the concept of sticking around to chat.
"If you would, I would like to recruit your services at my castle. I need a man who is willing to kill. And kill swiftly." Ccino said to establish an image. It was obvious now that his reputation would remain in the gutter, no matter what choices he made. He was not Dream.
Killer's sockets narrowed.
"And what would I get for being your little hunting dog?" Again, it was bold. It was new.
Nightmare was sure his expression hadn't changed since he'd come before the group. That same angry glare that sat permanently along his skull. The magic had an image to project.
His tendrils flicked, slightly.
"Payment, room, Fresh meals, and any other amenities you may like, so long as it does not break our treasury." He replied, "All I ask is that you simply obey me. And Me alone."
Not true. He'd probably ask for him to listen to Ccino as well. Once he knew for certain he'd stay.
Killer seemed to be thinking. He eyed they king, up and down. He looked to each of the guard around the king. The ones who were back in position now, though Nightmare could feel their annoyance. Their confusion.
Then Killer turned.
Then he turned back.
"Mm. Can't be worse than the ol' noose." Killer replied. "Funny way to run a country, my king. Hiring the first murderer you spot?"
Nightmare didn't humor that with a response. He was honestly shocked the skeleton had even agreed.
Though, all of that negativity had been swapped out for a glee. Something deep in Killer had changed during their brief interaction. A hope. Night could barely grasp the edges of its existence with his subconscious. But it was there.
.
He ignored the crowds as they grew confused. He ignored the worry pouring from the criminals as he had them released and informed them of their pardon.
He did not ignore when his guards told someone to keep their distance. He glanced up. Killer was standing beyond the guards, looking bored.
Nightmare, trusting fool he was, didn't even ask a guard to watch him to ensure he stayed put.
"Stand down." He ordered the guard, who begrudgingly allowed the skeleton to smugly slip past.
His tendrils kept the monster at a distance Night preferred all on their own. He seemed to take the hint.
"They're all gonna be dead by morning, you know." Killer voiced easily.
Nightmare turned to him, confused. What did he mean by that? He'd pardoned them?
"Are you deaf? The crowd wanted us dead, especially me." He chuckled, "Leaving them here is definitely going to get them killed. If the crowd doesn't rip them apart the second you leave, then it'll happen at night. There will be no witnesses."
Oh... Night hadn't fathomed that these people could turn on the innocent once declared. It hadn't even crossed his mind. Did they have a home to return to? A family they put at risk?
The noose was a fast death, but being murdered? That would've been so much worse.
He could tell, by the way they evaded looking at Killer, that he was right. Nightmare would be sentencing them to a new sort of death if he did it like this.
But he didn't have time for a trial. Or several. The sun was going down, abd Ccino expected him back. The castle needed him present, or they might revolt.
Someone might hurt Ccino.
Oh, he was such a poor ruler. He did not know his people well enough. How he lamented the lessons Dream had taken about crowds and current issues abd how to be likeable.
Night didn't know how to handle this. He was still learning!
A trembled in his hand. He tucked the limb quickly away from where it had been lightly clutching his tunics thick fabric, now hiding it beneath his cloak.
"Killer is right. It won't be safe here, for any of you." He spoke. Thank the gods it didn't sound as shaken as he felt. "I extend an offer to you all. You may stay here, or you may come take up positions among my staff back at the castle. Unlike Killer, I do not expect any crime from you, but you will be paid and housed."
The offer was met with a roar of frustration from the crowd, Nightmare chose to allow his guards to handle it. He watched, carefully, as the four looked between eachother.
The brothers agreed first. (They introduced themselves as brothers as they knelt in thanks.) Then the Dog. She said she had no family left to watch over, starting a new life would be for the best.
The flame refused, saying they would leave town by morning, and try to stay safe.
And so, Nightmare left the town with four new party members. Each had been provided a horse, each tied to one of the guards. Aside from Killer, whose steed was held personally by Nightmare.
He figured Ccino would chew him out for this, for bringing criminals into the castle when he was sent to collect soldiers, but Nightmare had a good feeling about these ones.
They did not hate him. Or fear him. He was helping them. And it felt good.
#hoping this posts. i put it into drafts first...#new age au#Night is a little poorly written here. but I promise it's intentional.#i love making the narration feel just as displaced as the character it's followinh#also. might write smth for Killer's pov of this because I can promise you#90% of it is âthis loser has no clue what the fuck heâ#'s doingâ#in a mix of awe and amusement#and he 100% started with ulterior motives and ended up having a change of heart because of the whole#him sensing vaguely that Night was a weird paranoid kid still#OH#and that odd bit in the middle where Night is doing stuff isn't fleshed out very well#but it's meant to be a show of Night making sure his presence is known + gauging how people react to him being perfectly normal#and more importantly#he lost track of his plans. he's actually not supposed to be doing that. he's still a kid and he wanted to explore!#mm#okay#one more note#Nightmare takes those people back with him right? his castle staff is like 20% people from before and 80% people he freed from#unlawful situations or took in when they had nothing#the public sees it as him taking in shifty#evil criminals. but really? these people look up to nightmare because they were at their lowest and now have stable lives + homes and even#families sometimes#it's just cool#inside the castle is a lot safer than outside#even tho Ccino is still the only one who prepares Night's meals I think a good hunk of the staff would maul anyone they found w/ poison in a#mile radius of the kitchen.#raughhhh#okay fr last thing#I love Killer :] Him being the first is so important to me and I think he deserves the happiness ever
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scratching at the walls
#i want to get to work on secsam SO BAD but the hard part about working on a comic is that it's dangerous to get started without knowing#how it ends and how i want the pacing to happen throughout#so like i think i have the first half basically but if i can't fit the second half in a reasonable amount of pages i might have to reduce#the first half#and it would be a bad use to time to get going on what i have and then throw some or all of it out#if this was an open ended project i owuldn't care but like... i've only got so much time#i can only make so many pages#and i just don't know howwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww i want this second part to go#but the first part isn't enough of a story on its own and i'm PUMPED about the second part#like i've wanted to do the second part basically for years except i only ever thought through the set-up for it#nooooo clue what to do after that#like i know the themes i want but i'm so god-awful at coming up with scenarios#like NEW scenarios? without existing conflict to build off of??#but i specifically want to set up an AU where the canon conflict doesn't come up so what... do i do now#sorry yelling into the void because it's easier than trying to talk to people who might actually help me hahahaha#augh maybe i should just try to figure out something else entirely for the second half...i want to do it really bad but#if i can't figure out what the whole âitâ is beyond the initial concept then maybe it can't be done
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mabeline/jonah wolf in my 2020s timeskip au! read my tags for more information about her
#first things first i think in like 2022 him and spencer def broke up at some point for a multitude of reasons#mainly that mabeline feels she's matured and has taken on a more protective/providing role in spencer's life and yet he hasnt changed 1 bit#if anything he just got worse#the breakup itself isnt over like some huge conflict. jonah just realizes one day this guy is kind of bad for me and she loves him still#but doesnt know if they really should be together so she says something like. i think we should take a break.#and the two of them arent together for most of the story in this au#on spencer's end this leads to a whole bunch of turmoil an identity crisis a situationship with maddiefriend etc#on mabeline's end he's kind of just left with this quiet longing#she's objectively doing quite well for herself but he finds himself missing something. he just wishes spencer were still with her#and hates himself for still being stuck on him but cant stop thinking about what if he gets better#so eventually by the end of the story i think they would get back together#her and spencer reunite and shes hesitant at first to accept him but he proves that he's changed for the better and learned his lesson.#and she admits to herself and to him that he loves him#i'll try to make this more cohesive if i actually write this as a fic or a comic sometime#not that i really have time for that... these days. sigh#anyways besides pining over her ex she gets up to some other stuff like starting testosterone and fursuit commissions like it says up there#as of getting back together with spencer in 2025 (?) she still lives with her parents#but she has accumulated enough mouney to like rent an apartment so afterwards him and spencer end up living together and working towards#getting enough money for a hosue#i think maybe also her and spencer become fully fledged members of P.I.E.? im thinking about the future of P.I.E. as well#toast and ghost are retired probably by this point and i think spooker and chris would become the main guys#i havent put THAT much thought into it but i think woah should be involved as like an apprentice and sue's daughter too who i will draw soo#P.I.E. experts let me know what you think the future holds for them... if you are okay with it i might use your ideas for inspiration#anyways actual tags now#venturiantale#taleblr#mabeline wolf#jonah wolf#venturiantale fanart#VT 2020s au
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Sad that I cannot find my old old old post Abt leverage but DND world anyways. Here I go again:
They are all different subclass of rogue multiclassed with other things.
Sophie is a Dispater tiefling bard college of eloquence (wordplay and theatrics) and an inquisitive rogue (disguise, lying, and perceptive). Bigger focus on character and backstory (or lack thereof) than build. Definitely has disguise self.
Nate is a high elf former investigative rogue turned mastermind rogue (manipulation and misdirection tactics) and eventual multiclass of undying warlock (makes a risky pact).
Parker is a classic lightfoot halfling thief rogue (sneaky and quick) and a battle master fighter (multiple attacks to deals lots of damage). Absolutely optimized build.
Hardison is a half elf alchemist artificer (support with creating useful magic items) and a swashbuckler rogue (charisma). His comms are definitely magic items he made.
Eliot is a mountain dwarf turned slightly undead former oath of vengeance paladin (strong offence and damage) turned oath breaker paladin (harms anyone) and assassin rogue (infiltration and sneak attacks), turned way of the long death monk (defensive tanky and damaging) and assassin rogue multiclass.
Breanna is forest gnome a battle smith arcane trickster rogue artificer.
Harry is a human inquisitive rogue multiclassed with something, idk what yet.
#aaahhggggggaaa. leverage dnd au i love u.... fyi NOT makin character sheets for them i did enough multiclass research ok...#leverage#dnd#leverage dnd au#b.text#can you tell ive been thinkin abt eliots build for while...i think the changing classes is so cool and narratively relevant#the undead thing would have to be homebrew theres like zero good undead races sadly.#i struggled with harry... he sjust a regular guy to me#might end up drawing them and MIGHT might make character sheets to go with them#i know i just said i wasn't doing that but like..... might be fun....#but you basically havethe whole build roght here barring health spells modifiers and rolled stats...
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Curtis is trying to encourage the intentionally very fucked up Lucy/Vidic fic that was rotating in my brain last night. But I really don't think that would be uhh. Anyone's cup of tea.
#not doctor who#rose rambles#knife boys#surely what the fandom wants#is an exploration of Lucy joining the Templars#as she understands that Vidic as a whole isn't a good person#but refuses to grapple with the idea#that what Warren does /to her/ is wrong#because if she acknowledges that. then she has to think about the fact#that Warren just brought her out of one fire into the next#and that with wyes on her from every direction#she has no viable means of escape#so. instead. Vidic might be a bad person. but Warren is good to her. he has to be.#the Templars make mistakes#but they're what's best for the world#because if they aren't#then she was wrong to leave. then what Bill did was justified#and she can't believe that. so she won't.#it would be a deeply uncomfortable read because like. the whole point of it#would be.#y'know. the process of Lucy being taken advantage of. and how it changes her.#and y'know canon kills her so she never gets a chance to get out of there :)#she meets Desmond and she 'gets out' but its all part of the Templar's plan#and she can't shake it. she doesn't want to. so she doesn't. so 'Desmond' kills her.#like I could AU a happier ending to the thing but the natural conclusion is no happy ending. everything is fucked up forever and thrn#she dies. and. well. Lucy already isn't very popular so Im not sure anyone wants to Read All That shdbbdndd#ask to tag
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The worst part of outlining a fic as a multishipper is trying to decide what ships to have đ
#do i want friends to lovers quinntina? or rivals to lovers faberry?#i already have puckurt as thats the whole point of this au and they're friends to lovers so do i want a different dynamic for quinn?#st. berry or st. anderson (and is that with coop or blaine?)#finchel???#samcedes is a definite end game but do i want hevans in there for a bit? blam? klaine????#kelliot will probably be a midgame#and there will be quick for a spell but itll peter out#tike will happen but do i want to break it up? so i can have quinntina?#brittana is a definite but do i also want Pezberry for a spell or nah?#will/shelby will likely end up happening and hinestly i think theyre the only ship i like for will except schuvester#hate both will and shelby so they work together in this instance#and theres no beth in this universe(... yet?) to make it weird#do i have a pregnancy scare in this universe? huh i might have to because that would make a think i want to happen work...#sorry quinn#also quinn canonically gets in a texting and driving mishap in every universe do i have that IN the fic or did she already have that happen#so many options#smash au#katy writes#quinntina is already happening in spiderglee so maybe i should do faberry#but then ill have to make rachels part bigger...#this is a smash au and i do kinda ship karen(quinn)/ivy(rachel) but also theres karen/ana(tina) to think about and derek(jesse)/ivy...#so many fucking options uhg
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Cuddling
Squid game x reader hcs
Summary: How the people in squid games would cuddle you (separate)
Includes: Thanos, In-ho, Se-mi, Dae-ho, Myung-gi, Jun-ho, Hyun-ju, Mi-na (non!squid game au)
Warnings: might be slightly suggestive at some points.
masterlist
a/n: I love writing these so much! I hope you guys enjoy them as much as I do!!
Thanos
Get ready to be crushed
Lays on-top of you
And does not let you get up for anything
âLet me get up for a second I-â
âNo.â
While laying on-top of you he takes the opportunity to kiss your neck or chest
If you do end up getting up he whines until you lay back down
Type of Bf to use your butt or thighs as a pillow đâ
Randomly bites you
Has cute aggression 100%
Very deep sleeper
Moves so much in his sleep so if you guys fall asleep cuddling at least one of you is gonna be upside down when you wake up
Will give you pda anytime anywhere he does not care
Iâm literally Dr. Seuss
In-ho
Not very big on cuddling
He tolerates it for you tho đ
Even tho cuddling isnât really his thing he LOVES when you sit on his lap
Especially when youâre facing him
Also likes when you lay on his chest
Literally just lets you cling to him and do whatever
Acts like he doesnât care for it but we all know the truth
When heâs tired he just completely lets his guard down
That will probably be the only time he initiates cuddling
Other wise youâre kinda on your own ďżź
Se-mi
Loves laying on your chest !!
Gives you neck kisses when sheâs the big spoon đ
Also a biter
Likes to have you on her lap
Touches your tummy while cuddling
you cannot stop her đĄ
Clingiest Gf you can have !!
Takes every opportunity to hug you from behind and just stays like that for as long as possible
When you lay on her chest she likes to play with your hair
Another deep sleeper
Girl will not wake up for anything
If you are in bed with her you better be ready to never leave the bed again once she gets her hands on you
âBabe I need to get upâ
âFive more minutessssâ
Dae-ho
Most cuddly person ever
Big spoon !!
not so secretly likes being small spoon sometimes
Either rests his head on-top of yours or in your neck
If you guys fall asleep like that expect not to be getting up at all
Literally has a death grip on you
Lays his head on your thighs or chest pt.2
Will fall asleep immediately if you start playing with his hair đ
HATES sleeping without you
The lightest sleeper ever
If you softly shake him awake he will either have a dramatic mom reaction or heâll just be confused asf
My babbyyyyyy
Myung-gi
Struggles to sleep if you arenât next to him
Religiously the big spoon
He likes to put his hands up your shirt while cuddling and his excuse is
âMy hands were cold đâ
âDamn right they are đĄâ
Yaaaa we all know his real intentions â
Neck kisses pt.2 !!
Another one that uses your thighs as a pillow
Moves a lot in his sleep as well but stays holding you the whole time somehow
Loves you being on his lap pt.2
The type to rub your thighs while watching a movie or some shtđđđđđĄđđđĄ
I want him so bad
Gives you so much kisses !!
I need someone like him omg đ
Jun-ho
Loves cuddling face to face if that makes sense đ
Likes to hear about your day while just holding you
Listens intently and plays with your hair as you speak
He also enjoys when you lay on his chest
The weight of your body calms him down and he feels better knowing youâre safe in his arms
If heâs feeling extra vulnerable that day heâll lay his head on your chest
Probably gets super exhausted after work sometimes so he just falls asleep the second he gets home
and when you join him in bed he immediately wraps his arms around you
Overall I donât think heâd be to big on cuddling but he also wouldnât mind
Hyun-ju
Sheâs just a big teddy bear
Especially when youâre alone with her
She isnât too big on pda so in public she probably just sticks to holding your hand
But in private youâre getting cuddles, kisses, you name it
There will be a lot of giggling going around
Loves if you braid or play with her hair while cuddling
Lets you try out new hairstyles on her to see which one looks the prettiest đ¤
Loves when you lay on-top of her
When the both of you go to bed she HAS to be touching you
No matter if itâs holding hands or being straight up on top of eachother
Poor girl just needs you đ
Mi-na
I feel like she wouldnât really care for being touchy with anyone but if itâs her s/o
Sign her up !!
Definitely small spoon
She wants to be treated like a princess đ
Puts her legs over your lap and just pouts at you till you rub them
If sheâs feeling a little frisky sheâll get you to put your head on her chest and then just cling onto you
Loves giving you kisses !!
ugh I want her
Cannot fall asleep if you arenât in bed with her
a/n: hii! I hope you guys enjoyed thissss! (If youâve made requests it might take awhile for me to get to them Iâve been busy lately I hope you understand!) (reqs are currently closed)
#dae ho x reader#thanos x reader#se-mi x reader#squid game x reader#dae-ho x reader#squid game#choi su bong x reader#choi su bong#se mi#semi x reader#se mi x reader#junho x reader#jun ho x reader#lee myung gi x reader#myung gi x reader#myung gi#lee myung gi#daeho x reader#kang daeho#daeho#kang dae ho x reader#cho hyunju#hyunju x reader#hyun ju x reader#kang mi-na x reader#mi-na x reader#in ho x reader#in ho#hwang in ho#inho x reader
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wrote another 500 words today. itâs less than iâd hopedâitâs been quite slow these past few daysâso iâm really hoping i can do a lot over the coming weekend to make up for it. iâm also considering rewriting/ making changes to some earlier chapters (the opening two, some of chapter elevenâŚ), which is slightly annoying if i end up doing it, but thatâs something for later.
still, the ficâs coming along, which is the main thing.
#iâm just worried iâm sticking too close to the plot of hmc#and i wonder which changes i could make to make it more luofu-centric#of course there are differences and itâs not a complete replica of the book#however it follows the same overall storyline and i do wonder whether some aspects of it can be tweaked#e.g. iâve adapted the searching-for-justin-and-suliman but i honestly think i could take the opportunity to make up a whole new subplot#which might fit better into the xianzhou side of things#iâm just not sure what that would be yet#what i think iâll do is keep writing as it is now to the end and then ask the beta readers whether they think changes are required#anyway iâve gone on for long enough#au: generalâs flying ship
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fig. 2. teeth in crooked neck | Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Reader



MASTERLIST ¡ AO3
Ten years is a long time to wait for the love of his life. So when you come to him to ask for his help with your heat, what can Gaz do but accept?
or: the forced mating omegaverse au
tags: Size Difference, Size Kink, Omegaverse, Explicit Sexual Content, AFAB Reader, Dubious Consent, Forced Bonding/Mating, Heats & Ruts
His fortune turns when your name flashes across the screen of his phone for the first time in weeks.Â
âHey love,â Gaz says, answering on the first ring. âHavenât heard your voice in awhile.â
âHi Kyle,â you sigh, and itâs like life rushes back into him all in one word.Â
Itâs been a few weeks since you last spoke, the last time being a few days after Gaz returned from a work trip overseas. Since then though, heâs been in the city consistently, making your absence come as a gaping hole in the middle of his life.Â
The first thing you do is apologize for the weeks of silence. âSorry I havenât reached out. Work was crazy for a bit, and thenââŚah, it doesnât matter. Sorry though.â
âThatâs fine, love. Bit calmer now?â
âUhâŚyes and no,â you answer cryptically. âThatâs, umâŚthatâs why I wanted to call you actually.â
âYeah?â he prods, curiosity piqued. Itâs second nature to always wonder what youâre up to. If it was possible to live in someoneâs head, heâd make yours a second home.
âAre you free for lunch tomorrow?â
He puts you on speaker phone so he can check his calendar at the same time. âI can move some things around. Canât tell me whatever it is you wanna talk about right now?â
Youâre quiet for a moment before you speak again, voice a little tinny through the speaker âI justâŚitâd be better if we could talk face to face.â
Words like those never bode well, but Gaz shakes it off, giving you the benefit of the doubt. It might just be embarrassing or sensitive news that isnât easily disclosed over the phone. Heâs never begrudged you your privacy before; it certainly isnât going to start now.Â
Besides, whatever it is wonât be private for long.Â
âSure, love. We can have lunch. What time?â
There are things he associates with timeâseasons, death, taxes. Faces too, when they change with each time he sees them, months separating his visits and meaning that each time he comes home, there are new lines and new wrinkles in familiar faces. Piercings that werenât there before. Tattoos and pregnancies and blemishes and drooping cheeks.Â
Your face, however, is a constant. Not just in that it never seems to change, but that it never leaves his mind long enough to be forgotten.Â
After all, how could it leave for even a second with what you are to him?Â
Heâs gotten that question before. What do you think youâll do when you find your mate? When you come across an omega that smells just right, so delicious and ripe that you have no choice but to sink your teeth in and hold?Â
Gaz doesnât have to imagine. Heâs known longer than most. Itâs been more than ten years since he first met youâten years since his keen teenage nose caught the tail end of your scent and followed it down the hallway and around the corner until he could put a face to the smell.Â
His memories after that moment come in snapshots. A passing teacher dragging him into an empty classroom after recognizing the look in his eye, pupils dilated and mouth agape, his whole body thrumming with desire. Sitting in the principalâs office with his hands in his lap, fists clenching and unclenching while waiting for his mother to join them, the other adults in the room watching him with blatant distrust, as if he werenât a child too; as if this wasnât new and overwhelming and terrifying. His mother doing her best to console him in the car on the drive home, Gaz both too old and too young for the torrent of emotion washing over him.Â
He blocks that week from his memory lest those same emotions surge up and paralyze him in his tracks. It gives him nothing but grief to remember that day. If the agony of an unconsummated mate bond werenât enough, the sheer indignity of being treated like something to worry about even to this day comes as a crushing blow.Â
Itâs taken a lot to move beyond those years.Â
It isnât something Gaz would wish on anyone else. His life has been shaped by a very specific kind of longing. Agony in the shape of a neck. His burden since youth has been to stave off the hunger pangs, but that hasnât always come easy, and itâs come at a cost.Â
In the months following that day, he formed a kind of tentative friendship with you, trying not to let the devastation overwhelm him when you never seemed to recognize his scent as your mateâs. To just be in your orbit was better than nothing at all.Â
He lasted all of a year at the same university as you before dropping out and enlisting, his instincts steadily becoming too powerful to ignore. The military was where he learned to manage the hungerâlong, sleepless nights and rigid protocol hardening him, reinforcing his weak points. Learning to live with a certain kind of absurdity, and sucking up the urge to argue when given asinine tasks like mopping up rain water in a thunderstorm or being put on pencil sharpening duty.Â
Since then, time and distance have helped him soothe the ache and leash his instincts. If he couldnât be your mate, he could be your friend at least, and heâs taken to that role with zeal.Â
Hunger still clings to the inside of his rib cage though. Cramped hunger crouched beneath his lungs. All breath, all pneuma. Tight clustered and tumorous.Â
These days heâs just better at managing it.Â
A day after your call, you meet on neutral territory, a coffee shop around the back of a busy street in Shoreditch, a neighbourhood heâs only visited a few times in years past when you felt inclined to drag him to the Sunday market. Itâs not terribly busy for mid-morning on a Saturday, but the steam wand keeps hissing in the background and the music is cranked up a few decibels higher than Gaz would usually like. The whole place smells of hazelnut and toffee.Â
You thoughâyou smell like something indescribably delicious. Floral and fragrant, so succulent that his mouth waters when he inhales a lungful of your scent. Sweet like dandelion wine.Â
Time has made it easier for his heart to cope with not having you, but not his hunger.Â
You make pleasant conversation for a few minutes before addressing the elephant in the room, avoiding it at first in favour of talking about old friends and familyâyou ask him how his sisterâs PhD defence went and light up like a thousand watt bulb when he tells you that it was successfulâanything to avoid the real reason for inviting him to lunch. But there comes a point when you have no choice but to suck in a deep breath and finally get to it.
âI need to ask you for a favour.â
âOkay.â
âItâs a big one,â you warn him.
âOkay,â Gaz repeats, smiling. His acceptance comes easy because thereâs nothing he wouldnât do for you.
âI wouldnâtâGod, this is so awkward,â you start, a heavy sigh steaming up from the back of your throat, head collapsing into your waiting hands to hide your face. Anything to avoid looking at him.Â
Gaz sits and waits patiently for your courage to return. Unlike you, he doesnât fidget or cross and uncross his legs. His urges are strictly regimented, impulses beaten out of him after years of exposure therapy, so to speak.Â
You pick your head back up and his heart thumps in his chest. Mostly beaten out of him.Â
âPlease donât feel like Iâm pressuring you into this.â His lips twitch with a suppressed grin. âIâm only asking because you were the first person I thought of, but I can always figure something else out, or go to, umâŚâgo to a heat centre.âÂ
He straightens at those words. âHeat centre?âÂ
âYes. My, umââ You go quiet again, the words not coming easily to you, but his mind is already racing, mouth dry when he considers the implications of what little information youâve already offered up. âIâve been on suppressants for a really long time. Ever since high school. I was supposed to get my prescription renewed with my doctor this week, but Iâve only been seeing her for a few months, so when she realized how long Iâve been on suppressants for, sheâŚâitâs apparently not healthy to be on them for that long.â
âNot healthy,â Gaz repeats, his rational mind somewhere else.Â
You shake your head in confirmation. âNo. She said long term suppressant use can lead to different cancers and other health complications, and that I shouldâve been spacing it out rather than justâŚsuppressing my heats altogether.â
The shrill whistle of blood through his ears muffles all but your words.Â
It barrels into him at full tilt. Drives the breath from his lungs and the thoughts from his head.Â
âYour heat is coming up,â he finishes for you, lasering in on the microexpressions flitting across your face. Blinders on. Nothing else in the world matters as much as your next words.Â
You swallow. Look away. âYep,â you chirp, voice catching in your throat and breaking.Â
A chair scrapes loudly against the floor when someone nearby scoots back.Â
âYou arenât going to a heat centre?âÂ
ââŚNo.â
His heart beats so hard against his ribs that his chest nearly hurts.Â
âYou want me to help you through your heat.â He doesnât have to ask; your trepidation says as much, and heâs always had an eye for details.Â
âI know this is awkward, and I wouldnât ask you if it wasnât an emergency.â
Gaz reaches across the table instinctively to take your hand. âNo, love, itâs fine. You know you can tell me anything. Iâm glad you came to me first.â
Glad hardly touches the depth of the emotion coursing through him. Honoured comes closer. Itâs not like heâs never thought about you in heat before, but heâd been away so often and for such long stretches of time, that he assumed youâd gone the heat centre route. He wouldâve known if youâd gotten an alpha to help you through itâwouldâve smelt their stench on you whenever he was back in the city.Â
But as grateful as he is that you entrusted him with this knowledge, it also nearly takes his breath away.Â
âYouâve never had a heat before?â
It almost seems unfathomable. Heâs had plenty of ruts beforeâa couple of times with a partner, usually another alpha or a betaâand never once assumed that youâd gone your whole life without experiencing a heat.Â
You shake your head. âNo. I got on suppressants as soon as I presented and it was just easier to live life without having to, you knowâŚdeal with heats and all of that. Just seemed like a hassle.â
His head is spinning. He grips the edge of the table to keep himself upright, but itâs almost not enough. At any moment, he might tip right over.
He wonât ask if youâve ever slept with someone before. Itâs none of his business. Even if it were, he wouldnât want to know.Â
Besides, even if you have, they havenât had you in a way that mattered. Thereâs no mark on your neck or ring on your finger, and youâve never spent a heat with someone else.Â
Never until now, that is.
The answer is right on his lips when you cut him off at the pass. âDonât answer now. I wanted to ask you in person, but I donât want you to feel on the spot.â
âLove, you arenât putting me on the spot.â Not when the choice is so obvious.Â
But you donât let him finish, holding up a hand to get him to stop talking. Thereâs a tremor in your hand, your fingers quivering slightly, and noticing that makes him pause.Â
âPlease justâjust think about it,â you insist.Â
ââŚFine, Iâll give it a think,â Gaz rasps, acting like his whole entire world hasnât changed in a blink.Â
âThanks, Kyle.âÂ
Your relief is palpable, so undisguised that heâd be insulted if he wasnât viscerally aware of how much the conversation has taken out of you. Â
You hug him on the way outâa gesture so natural to your friendship that you donât notice the way he pulls you closer than normal, every inch of your body plastered to hisâand he stays for a bit longer, finishing his lunch alone. He needs the time to think after what you just told him, time to digest that news without the blood ringing in his ears.
When he leaves, the sky is different. Silver sheafs of light paint the streets on the walk home, the noise of the traffic and clatter of conversation louder than ever before, the cacophony of a whole world happening around him. But itâs distant somehow, like the trickle of a brook off somewhere deep in a forest.Â
Heâs on the threshold of a new world, one foot dangling over the edge. For now, he keeps his balance. It remains to be seen in the days to come.Â
A late, gold sun bathes the street with ribbons of light and warmth in the early hours of the evening. Thereâs a bistro across from the building where Simon works the evening shift in the underground parking lot, and they meet there once a week for food and a cig before Simon has to clock in.Â
Gaz savours this hour and a half more than most. Thereâs never a guarantee that Simon will show up; his friendship is a deliberate and intentional act, not easily given but easily taken away. Itâs not something that Gaz takes for granted. There may come a day when the other man never shows up again and Gaz eats at a table across from an empty chair.Â
He has faith though. Their relationship isnât so tenuous that every day he expects the worst. More than once, theyâve travelled togetherâone of Gazâs fondest memories is sitting with Simon in a piazza in Florence and conversing over espressos and lemon tarallucci. For a time after leaving the militaryâclose to around six weeks, give or take a few daysâSimon even slept on Gazâs couch until finding his own place.Â
Suffice it to say, theyâre closer than most people would guess. Close enough that Simon doesnât need to be told that somethingâs up when Gaz is more brusque with the waiter than usual. Â
âAre you ever gonna spit it out or what?â Simon finally asks, a touch annoyed with having to be the one to broach the subject of Gazâs mood.Â
The bigger man sits across the table from him with a mullish look on his face. Cantankerous as always, likely in a mood from a combination of bad sleep and old aches flaring up. Heâs always touchier between the seasons, the sudden shifts making his skin go painfully dry and old injuries act up.Â
Gazâs smile is slightly sheepish when it creeps onto his face. âYou could tell?â
ââCourse I can. Youâve got stupid look on your face,â Simon grunts, taking a messy bite of his sandwich. Pepperoncini slices and mayonnaise drip from the other end onto the plate.Â
The one downside to eating with Simon is having to mask his reaction to Simonâs complete lack of table manners. It's a skill that's come with plenty of practice.
âMyââ he pauses, choosing his next word carefully. âA friend of mine asked me to help her through her heat.â
Itâs not a topic theyâve ever broached before. His raunchier conversations are usually relegated to Johnny, Soap usually the initiator. Simon keeps his exploits private, cards close to his chest; it doesnât seem impossible that he has a girl squirreled away somewhere, but Gaz would never know if he did.Â
âEver fucked âer before?â Simon asks, blunt as usual.Â
Gaz laughs, shaking his head. âNo. Itâs not like that.â
âBut youâre gonna fuck âer now?â
âYes. Maybe. Itâs complicated.â
âWhatâs complicated about fucking an omega through a heat?â He talks with his mouth full for a second before pausing to finish chewing and swallowing. Then he takes another bite, talking through that one too. âKnot âer a couple times, wear a mouthguard if you âavenât got enough control, then go home. Simple.â
âItâs not that simple.â
âWhy the fuck not?âÂ
He mulls over the best way to say it before deciding to just mirror Simonâs usual blunt approach. âSheâs my mate.â
Simonâs indifference sloughs off all in one go. âWhen the hell did you bag someone, Garrick?â
His laughter this time borders on derisive. âHavenât yet, actually.â
Simon stills, staring at him from over his sandwich. More ingredients spill from the bottom and onto the plate but he pays them no mind. The silence stretches on for a while, long enough for Gaz to catch on to the fact that Simon has no intention of responding, either too baffled or appalled to muster up a response or simply waiting for Gaz to justify himself. Likely the latter.Â
âWe were both too young when we met,â he explains. âMustâve just presented when I first scented her and everyone told me to wait until she made the first move. Then time passed andâŚobviously she didnât, and I didnât want to pressure her.â
âHow young?âÂ
âUhâŚâ He doesnât have to think, but he knows how Simon will respond and that makes him hesitate. âEighteen?â
âJesus fuck, Gaz,â Simon groans, letting go of his sandwich in disgust.
âLookââ
âYouâve waited ten bloody years to bite her?â
Simon looks at Gaz like what heâs saying is anathema, like even the thought of not mating his omega doesnât compute. For him, it probably doesnât. Itâs not the way things usually go. Gaz knows heâs been more patient than most.Â
âI didnât want to force her into a mate bond.â He shrugs. His own sandwich grows cold on the plate, barely a third of it gone compared to the scraps Simon still has left to eat.Â
Gaz knows the excuse doesnât hold water, but for as close as he is with Simon, he doesnât have it in him to get to the real heart of the matter, the truth that his heart is still bruised. That thereâs still a part of him that doesnât believe this wonât all get ripped away from him in the end. That his own doubts might be the reason it all falls apart.Â
âFuck that,â he scoffs, pointing at Gaz with a mayo and buffalo sauce covered finger. âHave you told âer yes then yet? Never mind, âcourse you âavenât, bloody fuckinâ moron. Youâre gonna call âer after this and tell âer yes. Then, on the day of, you fuck her and bite her.â
Gaz rolls his eyes. âI canât make that decision for her.â
âSomeoneâs gonna eventually. Has to happen. If it ainât you, itâll be some other bloke who gets to fuck and pup âer while you sit around with your dick in your hand. That how you want this to play out? Cucked by some bellend who wonât treat âer right?â
He nearly gnashes his teeth at Simonâs words, but heâs more civilized than that. He goes stone-faced instead, nostrils flaring.
âWhat was I supposed to do? Bite her the next time I saw her in the hallway?â Gaz rolls his eyes. âYeah, that wouldâve played out really well for me. Not like I wasnât on thin fuckinâ ice the whole time with everyone.â
âBeen a few years since then.â Simon picks his sandwich back up and takes such a big bite that he squeezes most of the ingredients out, tearing off a chunk of bread and meat.
âYeah, Iâm aware.â His tone is abrasive, but Simon shrugs it off, unbothered by a little vitriol. âSeeing as how Iâm the one whoâs been suffering through those years. Nobly, might I add.â
âThereâs nothing fuckinâ noble about suffering,â he scoffs, upper lip curled. âYou do the hard shit and then you get out. No sense in letting it drag on.â
He very nearly argues that point. Has to bite his tongue at the last second to keep from being crueler than warranted. As if suffering werenât Simonâs main export; his main claim to fame.
Heâs better than that though. And, if he were being honest with himself, there might be some truth there.Â
When Simon leaves for his shift, Gaz sits there until his coffee goes cold and the manager comes by to gently inform him that theyâll be closing shortly, offering to pack up the rest of his food for home. Gaz nods absently, still miles away in his head.
He drives home in that headspace, mulling Simonâs words over.Â
Justice is a core tenet of his. Fairness another. Heâs lived his life up to this point guided by a strict set of principles, hardly breaking his rules of conduct unless forced to do so, unless given no other recourse.Â
But heâs given so much of himself to the world and asked for so little in return. Is it not fair that he receive this?Â
And besides, the beast in his chest rumbles, licking its chops, did you not ask for his help?Â
He clicks the button on his sun visor to let himself into his condoâs garage. In the elevator on the way up, he stares at his reflection in the door and chews the inside of his cheek.Â
Ten years now heâs sat on his hands and waited for a sign, rejecting the urge to simply take what his beast sees as his. The patience of a monk. Now thereâs a light at the end of the tunnel. A white flag waved to signal the end. And rather than take that white flag for what it is and head into the sunlight, he insists on staying put and ignoring the way fate beckons him forward.Â
Thereâs no glory in torturing oneself, no prize to be won for self-abnegation.Â
And though his answer was always yes, Gaz allows himself a moment to consider what it would take for him to say no and send you off into the arms of another man.Â
He hasnât got that kind of strength in him. Heâs dangled out of helicopters with his head mere inches from the ground, jumped out of a chopper hit by an RPG, fallen through the floor of a building on fire, and been under heavy fire more times than he can count, but that would be the thing that killed him. Seeing you with someone else. Knowing that the opportunity to make you his was truly lost, beyond recovery.Â
And heâs tired of the way things are, his sacrificial nature bleeding into every facet of his life.Â
There has to be a time for change.Â
The next morning, as soon as itâs socially acceptable, he calls you, holding the phone so tight that he accidentally lowers the volume all the way down before fixing it.Â
âThought about it enough. Iâll do it.â
Two weeks until the day.
He circles it in red on the calendar in his office and it colours his peripheral vision every time he turns his head.Â
And every night leading up to that day, Gaz puts his head down on his pillow to rest and he dreams.Â
Fragmented dream; images of soft thighs and sweat matted hair, lips and tongues pressed together, glutes and buttock squeezing with each thrust, panted breaths getting louder and louder, the air humid and electrified.Â
Always, waking at some undetermined hour, jaw clenched, the flameform of a woman left burning in his throat.Â
Anticipation whets his appetite. His stomach growls like the beast in his chest and it paces restlessly as the days stretch out endlessly, only stopping when the sun finally dips below the horizon, that time coming each day later and later like some sadistic torture levied on his soul.Â
In the weeks leading up to the event, Gaz comes with you to pick up supplies even though you swear that youâve got it all under control. A lot goes into preparing for a heat. You have to stock your fridge, make your nest, lock away your valuables in case you break anything in the throes of your heat. At the end of your Costco run, the trunk of his car is stuffed to the brim with water bottles, groceries, blankets, wet wipes, chafing cream, sports drinks, and moisturizer.Â
At the door to your apartment, he moves to come inside with the bags and only stops when you protest, insisting that your nest isnât ready yet. His lips twitch into a grin.Â
âYou donât want me to help carry everything in?â Gaz asks.
âNo, itâs fine. Iâd ratherâwell, just bring everything to the door and I can do the rest.â
He humours you this time because things will be different soon. When your heat is over and heâs no longer just a friend that you can keep at a distance but a red blooded man who tended to your weeping cunt and kissed every inch of your body, things will be different.
Until then though, he can give you this.Â
Sometimes he finds himself hypnotized by the tantalizing glimpse of skin that he gets when your neckline pulls and the mating gland sitting in the divot between your neck and shoulder is exposed.Â
Every moment in your presence is excruciating now that he knows that the waiting has come to an end. The two week interim period feels almost flimsy, false; the veil has dropped though, and he knows whatâs on the other side of it now.
Though his rut is months off, the resonance of your scent must rouse his dormant instincts and throw his hormones into whack because he puts on a couple kilograms with ease, his body preparing for your heat. He overstays his allotted time at the gym by half an hour every session, so lost in his own head that he runs ten kilometres without even realizing it. Sweat runs off him in rivulets, the front of his shirt stained a darker shade of its original colour.Â
In the locker room, Gaz sets his towel down on the countertop and stares at his reflection in the mirror. The sudden uptick in mass that heâs put on in the last week is noticeable even to him, his thighs and arms bulkier, and his abs a little less defined with the added weight around his midsection. His skin is smooth and buttery from moisturizing religiously before bed every night, a nice sheen to it.Â
He rolls his shoulders back and flexes, preening for the imaginary viewer in his head that looks remarkably like you.Â
Johnny would taunt him mercilessly if he could see him now. As if Johnny werenât twice as vain and pompous as Gaz on a good day.Â
He looks good though. Strong. Virile. Capable of seeing his mate through her first heat. If that self-assurance makes him seem cocksure or arrogant, so be it.Â
There are plenty of worse things to be.Â
âDid you put in for time off?â you ask, still sweaty from a brisk walk through the park to meet him.Â
âYeah. Did it the same day I called you. Took the whole week off.â
Even for as early as it is, the park is busy. Mothers pushing prams jog by in front of the bench the two of you are sitting on, all dressed in the same leggings and puffy vests, headbands holding their hair back. The city has barely woken up from winterâs tight hold, the air brisk and the ponds gelid; small mounds of ice-encrusted snow spread throughout the park like an inverse archipelago.Â
In a few more weeks, there might be buds on the trees.
The pretext for spending so much time together in the lead up to your heat is so you can integrate his scent into your system. Gaz barely suppresses a laugh when you give him that excuse. As if you havenât had a lifetime of acclimation. As if his scent hasnât immixed with yours by now, and yours with his.Â
âI took an extra couple days off after. You know, just in case.â You shrug like itâs no big deal.Â
Gaz knows better though. Your ambivalence doesnât read as wholly true. He can see the way your throat bobs when you swallow and your fingers tighten around your coffee cup. You havenât made eye contact with him yet despite ten minutes having passed since you sat down beside him. Despite the mild weather, your coat is zipped up to the top, the metal nearly biting into your throat.
Youâre doing a bang up job of acting like this isnât some long preamble before jumping into bed together. He canât fault you for the fact that itâs all he can think about. It runs through his mind twenty-four-seven, running an endless track that only seems to get easier the more laps he does.Â
Itâs strange being with you now. Humbling. Thereâs almost something fascinating in knowing that though you now insist on keeping a polite distance, in a weekâs time, heâll have you flat on your back and whimpering. Thereâs no harm in allowing you this final bit of grace, so Gaz doesnât protest, even thoughâ
In a week, youâll be his.
âAre you nervous?â Gaz asks.
You stiffen, either offended or shy. He settles on the latter when you hesitantly reply, âNo. I think we got everything I needed. Um. Not much more to do now other than wait.â
âThatâs good.â
âPlusâŚI trust you.â
His heart clenches at that, stunned into silence for once.Â
âYouâve always smelled good too,â you admit. âFrom what I can tell. Iâve always had a pretty poor sense of smellâreally, itâs shitâbut you smell better than most people. And I know youâd never hurt me.â
âI wouldnât,â he stresses.Â
You smile and finally meet his eyes. If only he could tell you it with his eyes alone. Nothing could be further from his intentions. If he has his way, youâll be better off by the end of your heat.
âItâs going to be rough though,â Gaz says apropos of nothing when you go to take a sip, nearly making you spit out your coffee.Â
âHuh?â you ask, looking over at him. You wipe your mouth off on your sleeve.Â
âFirst heats always are.â A gust of wind makes you shiver. âYou'll probably be worse too, since you put it off for so longââ He chuckles under his breath when your eyes widen. âSorry, love, Iâm not having a goâIâm just being honest is all. Have to know what youâre getting into before it happens; that way you donât freak out when itâs too late.â
âToo late?â you repeat.
He nods. âYeah, love. Once your heat hits and myâŚmy alpha takes over, Iâm not going to be able to, uhâŚcontrol myself. Iâm going to want to knot you as many times as I can. Itâll be the only thing Iâll want to do.â
All you can do is stare at him, beyond words. Mouth open, teeth separated. One day heâll have you on your knees like that, tongue out as well to run up the underside of his cock.Â
âBut Iâll be good to you. I promise.â
He pats your knee before standing up, and you stare up at him with your mouth slightly agape, eyes round.Â
âYouâre leaving?â you croak, dry throat making your voice crack.Â
Gaz smiles. âGotta head out, love. Got some errands to run. Remember to do your stretches and call me if you need anything before Saturday, alright? And thanks for the coffee.â
He tosses his cup into the bin on his way out of the park, every instinct in him screaming to turn around and go back. It isnât time though.Â
Itâs coming, he reassures himself on the walk home. It wonât be long now.Â
How does it happen that an alpha can have his omega within biting distance for years and still keep their hands to themselves? He asks himself this question every day, but the answer remains out of reach. Â
It takes a strength of will not easily called up. A sense of honour and duty that few can touch, never mind possess. He has it in spades though, chock full of the stuff, and itâs moulded him into the kind of man capable of taking care of you.Â
The only thing left unanswered is whether that strength has served its purpose. Whether now is the time to let it go.
He runs his tongue over the point of his canines.Â
Itâs too soon to tell.
He wakes more alert than any time in nearly thirty years of life, daylight engraved into the side of his face.
Close enough to touch. Gazâs skin itches when he brushes his teeth and packs his weekend bag with his last few things. An hourâtwo topsâand youâll be under him, soft thighs parted and slick hole stuffed full of his cock. Then days more ahead of him to do the same thing over and over and over.Â
He drives to your place with a sense of caution that borders on neurotic, coming to a full stop at every stop sign and yield, on the lookout for any reckless drivers lest today be the day that he gets into an accident. Thereâs no margin for error today.Â
The roads are clear this early in the morning though, so he breathes out when he pulls into the parking lot of your building. Itâs overcast now, the sun receding behind the clouds. Everywhere around him, life keeps on happening like the world isnât about to irrevocably change.Â
Gaz lets himself in using the spare key fob you gave him a week prior. Even the halls are quiet, the day not yet started enough for people to be on their way out. Itâs a Saturday after all.Â
His legs seem to move without conscious thought, like heâs being pulled towards your flat, a magnet of opposite polarity. Thereâs a prickling awareness of another consciousness at the back of his mind. Heâs been aware of it all his life, but itâs as real now as itâs ever gotten, the prospect of its omega in heat at the end of a hallway and beyond something as trivial as a door giving it more cognisance, more influence.Â
Even from the other side of the door, your scent sets his teeth on edge.Â
You answer the door bleary-eyed and sweaty, housecoat cinched tight around your waist and fuzzy slippers making it look like you just woke up. Visibly teetering on the edge of your heat. Itâs so obvious and the smell of it so fragrant that Gazâs instincts kick in and he pushes you back into the apartment, slamming the door shut behind him. His bag drops to the floor beside him.Â
âHow are you feeling?â he asks, already palming your cheeks and tilting your head this way and that. He tugs down your lower eyelid gently, checking your sclera for anything abnormal.
âA bit hot,â you admit.Â
âWhatâs your temperature?â
âJust a little over ninety-nine degrees. Whatâs the matter with you? Did you go to med school without telling me or something?âÂ
A slight temperature is entirely normal for a heat, the body working overtime to support the increased production of estrogen.
âItâs your first heat. Iâm taking it seriously.â
You roll your eyes. âItâs not a baby. I donât think you need to ask me every five minutes if Iâm dilated enough.â
He ignores the baby joke because thereâll be danger if he doesnât. The situation is already tense enough without thinking about you swollen with his pup. Thatâs a dream for a different day. Instead, he helps you take off the housecoat (which must have been adding five degrees to your internal temperature) and herds you into the kitchen for a cold glass of water.
It helps but barely.
Your first wave of your heat doesnât crest until mid-morning, and by then Gaz is practically breathing smoke, the scope of his attention shrinking until youâre the only thing he can focus on. When you twitch, his head snaps in your direction, eyes vacant apart from a slight glimmer of awareness.Â
Itâs getting harder to think through the fog. Itâd be worse if his rut overlapped with your heat, but even just being in proximity to an omega in heatâhis mate, no lessâforces him into an equivalent headspace. Ears peeled for any noises in the hallway outside your apartment. Wary of another alpha intruding on you in this state.
âCâmon, baby, weâre gonna get one last snack in you before it hits,â Gaz murmurs soothingly, urging you up off the couch and into the kitchen. You stumble slightly on your way there and his heart skips a beat.
You squirm in your chair while trembling fingers bring slices of manchego and chorizo up to your lips. His gaze is intense and unwavering. Any desire to glance down at the spot between your legs evaporates when your eyelashes flutter shut and your cheeks bulge as you chew.Â
Youâre so sweet like this. A tender thing for him to open up and ply with victuals.
âJust a couple more, okay?â he urges, pushing the plate closer to you and shushing you when you whine.Â
You turn your head away when he brings a slice of cheese to your lips. âMâfull,â you complain.Â
âI know, baby, but itâs gonna be a long time before youâll wanna eat again.â
âYou smell weird,â you grumble instead, turning your head into his armpit and taking a deep inhale.Â
âWhat do you mean âweirdâ?â he asks, slightly perplexed.
âDunno. Different.â You drag another deep breath in. âDid you put cologne on or something? SmellsâŚuhâŚreally good.â
His dick throbs. âNo, baby. Didnât even shower before I came over.â
âMmm. Good.â
His arm drops to the table, the force of it making the plate rattle. Fuck but how that nearly gets him. Heâs not infallible. Eventually something is going to tip him over the edge from sanity into delirium.Â
If this is any indication of the days to come, thereâs a chance neither of you will come out entirely unscathed.Â
It happens gradually, your sentences slowly degenerating and fragmenting, and your eyes glazing over. Even the smell of your skin gets richer.Â
The effect that your heat is having on him is staggering. No one told him itâd be like this. No one told him itâd be like unzipping himself and letting you inside. Like sitting still as a fire blazes around him, the flames licking closer and closer to his skin.
Then your fever spikes and all bets are off.Â
âUp,â Gaz growls. He doesnât wait for you to listen, lifting you up from the chair from under your arm and hunching slightly to scoop you up into his arms.Â
You moan, clinging to him. âItâs, uhâKyle, IâŚIâm really hot.â
His legs are heavy beneath him, lead weights that he has to drag across the apartment, each step tougher than the last.Â
Your nest is a soft, sumptuous garden of blankets and pillows and assorted clothes dragged out of the closet and spread across the floor and bed. You must have pulled the mattress off the bed frame at some point in the last two weeks because itâs pressed into the corner of the room, draped in every single sheet and blanket you own. The bed frame sits quite awkwardly on the other side of the room, pushed out of the way so as to not get in the way, and there are foam panels plastered all over to soundproof the walls.Â
Clever girl, thinking of that.Â
Everythingâs been rearranged. Heâd caught that youâd dragged a bookshelf into the living room when he came into your apartment, but even your dresser and nightstand are tucked away in the corner of your room. Itâs like you took inventory of everything you own and moved everything apart from the barest essentials needed for your heat.Â
He comes down onto one knee on the edge of the mattress before setting you down. You come up onto your elbows almost immediately. Thereâs a look in your eyes that heâs never seen before except in his dreams. Besotted, devotional. In his wildest dreams, he couldnât have imagined that youâd ever look at him like this.Â
You sit up when he comes down onto the mattress, constantly orbiting and orienting towards him.Â
âGonna take this a little at a time, okay, love?â Gaz rumbles.Â
âYeah, yeah,â you rasp, climbing into his lap when he softly urges you up. An arm braced behind him keeps him from collapsing when you sag into him.Â
Pseudo-rut makes him a bit dumb, a bit clumsy. He palms the back of your neck a bit too roughly, murmuring an apology against your lips when you whimper before drawing you into a deep, toe-curling kiss.Â
His stomach seizes up when he realizes that heâs kissing you for the first time. Ten years of anguish and heartache and delirious need finally culminating in your lips parting against his, the soft melt of your tongue against his when you let his tongue slide into your mouth, his blunt fingers tilting your head higher up.Â
Gorgeous, perfect mouth. Kissing it feels like coming home after years away.Â
God, heâs wanted it for so long. And God, your mouth tastes good, and when your tongue touches his, his head goes cloudy and his cheeks go hot.Â
Clothes fall to the wayside, slowly added to the nest one by oneâhis pants are shoved into the crease between the mattress and the wall, your shirt tucked under a pillow. He has to reach down to readjust himself through his boxers and your eyes follow the path his hand takes, going half-lidded and hot.
He smirks, only a little bashful. âSee something you like?âÂ
âUh-huh,â you mumble, barely taking in his words.Â
His chest puffs involuntarily, the beast in him preening.Â
Touching your bare skin for the first time, Gaz realizes that heâs never felt so moored and ready. This is where heâs meant to be. Every agonizing moment of the last ten years has prepared him for this moment; not even the bite of his pseudo-rut could make him flounder.Â
He traces a nipple with his thumb, following the path with his tongue when he lifts his thumb away, round and round the areola until youâre practically sobbing his name. Not enough. Itâs still not enough.Â
âBaby, I need to get you ready,â he murmurs when you pull at the waistband of his boxers.Â
âMâready now,â you half-snarl, tugging more forcefully, trying to rip his underwear right off.Â
Gaz laughs. âNo, youâre not.â
You donât have a choice but to indulge him though. Itâs his way or the highway. Heâd told you that back at the beginning, after ringing you to tell you that heâd help you through your heatâit had to be under his terms or not at all.Â
Your knickers get shoved under the pillow as well. Something for him to toy with later, when youâre tuckered out and not raring to go just yet. Itâll tide him over when youâre too sensitive for him to play with your pussy.Â
He barely grazes a knuckle over your clit and you come, hiccupping through your first orgasm. Youâre quick to come, like everything up to this point has just been foreplay.Â
âOh lovie,â he coos, pressing his lips to your temple. âItâs alrightâIâve got you.â
You jolt when he thumbs your clit again. Too sensitive. He pulls it away just long enough for you to catch your breath and for the twitches to subside, but when you start to pant again, your smelling ripening in that telltale way, he strums his thumb across it again, tucking a finger into your hole and groaning when he finds it scorching hot.
He dreamt of fingering you all the time back in high school. Thought of sitting beside you in the auditorium during assemblies and sliding his hand up your skirt until you spread your thighs and let him push your panties out of the way; cornering you in the bathroom between classes and pressing his fingers into you from behind, muffling your cries with his mouth; jiggling your pretty clit in the backseat of the bus, draping his jacket across your lap so no one else would see your wet pussy.Â
The reality is so much better than he ever couldâve imagined.Â
Three fingers and still you beg for more. Youâre clamped so tight around his fingers that he can barely move them, not without exerting a bit more force than heâd like. You must like it though because you squeeze around his neck almost intolerably tight when he forces his fingers in.
âGood girl,â he grunts, shoving them back in. âYou can take it.âÂ
âA-alpha?â you stutter.Â
Gaz pulls you close, tucking your face into his neck. âCome here, Iâve got you. Just hold onto me, love, okay? Can you do that?â
âY-yeah,â you breathe.Â
His whole body jerks when you bite his neck. Your teeth donât break the skin, but still he shudders, squeezing his eyes shut. Just barely keeps from telling you to bite down harder.
You have to take another break after you come, limp and satiated. Gaz uses that time to fluff the nest a bit, getting it nice and comfortable. He even leaves to fetch you a glass of water, bringing you into his chest for a nice cuddle while you recharge.
When you start staring too much again, he knows itâs almost time.Â
Nervousness has no hold on him though. You came to him because you trusted him to take care of you through your first heat.Â
That assurance settles him. Grounds him. Thereâs no one more equipped to do what heâs about to do because heâs waited his whole life for this. Whether consciously or not, his whole life has been in preparation for this moment, every choice, every heartache, every sleepless night. Itâs all been in anticipation of this.Â
It nearly undoes him though, despite everything. Despite the weeks spent mentally preparing, despite the strength in his body and the muscle heâs tacked on, despite his own fervor even.Â
Because when he climbs on top of you and your thighs part, your hole is wet and waiting, ready for him to use it and leave a little mess behind. Just looking at it makes his balls throb. It almost doesnât seem right that heâs about to spoil something as pretty as your pussy with his dick. Leave it stretched out and full of come. A little puffy from being knotted so many times. He shouldâve gotten you a plug for after, something to keep his come inside of you.Â
If his cock wasnât so heavy, Gaz would be tempted to lean down and kiss it a bit too. It feels wrong to push inside without at least a little send-off kiss, something soft to set your mind at ease before he fucks you six ways from Sunday.Â
He doesnât have the luxury of taking his time though; your temperature is rising again, skin hot to the touch.Â
Your patience is thinning too. âKyle, I canât waitâI canât. I need youââÂ
âI know, baby, I know.â
He strips off the last of his clothes quickly, boxers getting tossed behind him somewhere, before crawling over you again. The head of his cock looks brutish against your slick opening when he lines it up, but it stretches so prettily when he starts to sink in, gravity doing the work for him.Â
Your legs girdle his waist, pillowy thighs catching him when he sinks to the hilt, breasts moulding to his chest. Youâre scorching hot inside, a sweltering, blistering wetness that squeezes his cock like a vice.Â
âBabyâŚâÂ
He sounds broken, eviscerated. Gutted like a gralloched animal.Â
Gaz is barely able to move, barely able to pull his hips back and hump forward, the mattress shifting under him. He could probably knot you just like that. It wouldnât take much to push him over the edge.Â
âOhohohohohââ you squeak when he grunts low and deep, bearing down on top of you.
Two strokes into the softest, wettest cunt of his life and his resolve fractures into a thousand parts. Shards too splintered to ever piece back together again.Â
At the back of his mind, he thought he might be strong enough to resist temptation. Thought he wouldnât need anything as barbaric as a mouthguard or a collar around your throat to keep him from giving in to his baser urges.Â
Strength isnât what kept his urges fenced in though. Fear is whatâs haunted him for the last ten yearsâthe fear that he wouldnât be enough for you, that he wasnât allowed to have you for some reason, doubt crawling into his ear like an insect and whispering to him that he had so much more to do in order to prove himself worthy of you, that you needed to be the one to invite him in.Â
But you have, havenât you?Â
Two strokes into the love of his lifeâs pussy and Gaz relinquishes himself to instinct, dropping his head, teeth sinking into the mating gland sitting pretty at the crook of your neck. It gives almost too easily under his teeth. Soft and tender skin, and then the secretions fill his mouth, blood and ambrosia all at once. Sweet dandelion wine and honeyed nectar.Â
You tense up around him instantly, a garbled, watery gasp jumping from your lips, and sharp fingernails bite into his shoulders.
âOh fuck,â Gaz gasps into the side of your neck when he relaxes his bite, head spinning as it all snaps into place, every strand finally tightening into place, draped in fate like samite, ermine, and brocade. âOh God, baby, Iâm so sorry. Oh God, baby, fuuuuuuckâŚâ
âAlpha?â you wheeze.Â
âYeah, baby, Iâm here,â he sighs, laving his tongue over the hurt. Your pulse thrums under his tongue, nervous and fast. âYou just feltâhng, fuckâfelt so good. Couldnât help mâself.â
âA-alpha, youâyou bit meââ
âSorry, love, I didnât mean to. Just couldnât help it.â
âIt hurts,â you whimper. You sound like youâre on the verge of tears.
âI know, baby, I knowâIâm sorry. Mâgonna make it all better, okay?â
âYouâre gonna make it better?â you ask, almost pathetically, the tears beading in the corners of your eyes.Â
His goddamn heart nearly breaks at the sight of your tears. âOf course I will, baby. Not gonna let anything bad happen to youânot my omega. My mate.â
Thereâs blood on his lip but not an ounce of regret in his being. Gaz sits up on his haunches, hands digging into your waist when he repositions you. He rolls you over onto your side and lifts a leg over his shoulder, swollen lips splitting open with the stretch, and fuck if you arenât dripping wet. His head lolls forward as he stares, tempted to put you right back down and drink straight from the source, hook both legs over his shoulders and just go to town.Â
But he has a job to do and his knot is already fattening up at the base of his cock, desperate to be wedged in a soft, warm hole.Â
One hand palms your belly while the other holds your leg in place as he shuffles forward, turgid cock still slick with your juices. He pulls his hand away from your stomach briefly to readjust his cock, lining it up with your hole against before sinking in, letting the weight of his body carry him forward.Â
Your eyes roll back in your head, the whites so white that his teeth ache. Not a hint of iris or pupil.Â
He bottoms out this time on the first stroke, the curly hairs at the base of his cock damp with your slick. Warm, wet walls squeeze around his cock, sucking him in deeper, and Gaz curses softly under his breath.Â
âWith me, love?â Gaz asks.
When you donât respond right away, he gives your cheek a light tap. âMâokayâŚâ
The first few thrusts are mindful, slow enough to gauge your reaction and ensure you arenât overwhelmed. His instincts dig like a spike into the back of his head, but Gaz grits his teeth, forcing back the impulse to rut between your thighs like a mindless beast. Thereâll be a time for that in the coming days.Â
Then he bucks forward a bit rougher, his shoulders tightening, tendons in his neck straining when his jaw clenches.Â
Your breath comes short and sharp. âOh god, oh my godâŚâ
âThere we go,â Gaz purrs. âThat better, baby?â
âH-huhâŚ?â Disoriented, your eyes roll around in their sockets until they land on him. Recognition comes slow, if at all. Poor thing, so horny that you canât even think straight.Â
âThat feel good? That feel better, baby? Iâll take care of everything in the morningâget all the paperwork sorted, tell your parents and friends, everything. Not gonna let you stress about anything. Just have to lie there and take it nice and deep.â
The thought alone nearly makes him come. Heâll do everything by the book in the morning. It appeals to him on a base level, the idea of taking care of everything for you, so entrenched in your life that you donât even have to think with him around.Â
No more holding back, his beast rumbles in his chest.
Weâve always been worthy of this.
The thing under his skin has gone hungry for far too many years. It has known where to go to satisfy itself, but waited instead for the meal to come to it.Â
And it has. You have. Wobbly-lipped and desperate for him to bite and hold.Â
His pace is frantic now, mind turned off and glutes flexing with every thrust, thighs burning with the effort to keep the rhythm. All that matters is burying himself in you as deep as physically possible.Â
Sweat drips into his eyes. Blinking doesnât help. The air compresses around him, squeezing him to the point of bursting.Â
Your pretty tits bounce with every thrust and he has to touch them. Grab them. Mould his hand over them until his palm always remembers what your nipple feels like. He loves the sounds you make when he pinches them and slides them between his fingers.Â
âWanted to touch these for years,â Gaz growls. He cups his hand under your breast, plumping it up all nicely. âEvery summer youâd wear these, uh, these low cut topsâŚand Iâd be so fucking hard, thinking about how much I wanted to pull your shirt down and suck on them.âÂ
âYou neverâoh, oh, ohââ you start, interrupted when you come again, walls contracting around his length. Gaz has to grit his teeth to keep from coming as well, not ready to come just yet.Â
This one leaves you near breathless, too spent to finish your sentence. Your channel milks his cock.Â
He wants to hear it though. âWhatâs that, baby?âÂ
âYouâŚyou neverâŚsaid anything.â
âWasnât sure you wanted me back.â His vulnerability is ripped from him without warning, so used to giving you everything that he doesnât even stop to think about what itâll do to him.
You scrunch up your face, pouting up at him and itâs bad for his heart, itâs so bad for his heart how smitten he is with you. ââCourse I did. I just thoughtâI thought you didnâtâIâm, ahâŚâ
So close to coming again, you lose track of your words, but Gaz understands, and the implication leaves him short of breath.Â
So much lost time. So much to make up for.Â
He leans down, bracing himself over you again. Your skin tastes salty when he runs his tongue over the shell of your ear. âYou gonna take my knot, baby?âÂ
âYesyesyesyesââ
âGonna let me come inside too?â
âYesssssââ you hiss through your teeth, tears spilling over your waterlines.
ââCourse you are, perfect girl. Gonna let me come inside and knot you because youâre mine. Youâre my girlâmy omegaâmy mateââ
Itâs right there, barely a klick away. His balls are drawn up tight, thighs tensed and burning, every inch of him poised on the edge, desperate to come.Â
When you reach down to grab a handful of his arse, trying to pull him in closer, Gaz chokes on his breath, tipped right over the edge. His groin pulses when he comes, that first spurt so good that his vision goes spotty.Â
Itâs so goodâ
God.
Itâs hard to think. Hard to breathe.Â
The breath is punched out of him, the sudden swell of his knot winding him. It locks his hips in place, the swollen flesh snug in the wet embrace of your cunt. Under him, you gasp for breath, wide eyes staring up at him.
âItâs alright, itâs alright,â Gaz coos, cupping your cheek in his hand. âIâve got you, love.â
His hips grind forward in absence of any movement. Your walls flutter around his knot, too stretched out to squeeze any tighter. The energy is sucked from his body with his come, each pulse making him shudder and gasp. You must be full to the brim with how much he comes.
When thereâs nothing left in him to give, Gaz slumps forward, only his elbows catching his weight, hips pinning yours down to the bed until he rolls over tentatively, making sure to keep you pressed tight to his chest.Â
Thereâs nothing he could say that would be better than just thisâdraped over you, forehead to forehead, soothing his omega. Rubbing the bridge of his nose against yours. Massaging your thigh when you shift, a little cramp in your hip.Â
It comes like second nature to him. Itâs always been his favourite part after allâthe afterglow. Pillow talk and cuddling; sweet, slow kisses with swollen lips. The fact that itâs with you only makes him enjoy it more.
When his knot softens enough to dislodge, he pulls out of you and strokes your cheek when you whine in discomfort. The sight of your poor, battered cunt makes him wince.Â
He wets a hand towel in the bathroom and comes back to find you in the same place as when he left you, dazed eyes watching him curiously. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, he parts your legs to either side and crawls in closer, starting with the mess along your inner thighs and the fold of your butt.Â
âStay still,â he growls when you squirm. You go still at the subtle command in his voice, alert even under the fog of heat.
Your legs still twitch when he swipes the cloth between your legs, wiping off his leaking spend and the slick still wet on your inner thighs, but you hold yourself as still as possible, nearly biting your lip off in the process.Â
âT-thank you, alpha,â you whisper, chewing on your fingertip.Â
He feels his cock twitch at that, still wet with your juices. Doesnât take much for you to work him up.Â
It isnât long before your heat crests again and youâre crawling over Gaz, hands pinning his shoulders down to the mattress. He laughs. The sound dies in his throat when you line his shaft up with your hole and sink down in one smooth motion, shutting him up oh so effectively.
Cheeky little thing.Â
A few days go missing, only recalled in chunks when heâs a bit more clear-headed. Feeding you fresh fruit and slices of cheese from his fingers as you whined on his knot. Licking his own spend out of you while holding your trembling thighs open, digging his fingers into your plush inner thighs. Sucking your beaded nipples into his mouth while gliding his fingers over your clit, your cunt a bit too sore to take his knot again; not so soon anyway. Carrying you into the bathroom for a quick soak before emptying the tub and bringing you back to the bed.Â
All the while, feeling your presence like a phantom limb. Like an extension of himself. Every inch of your pleasure rippling across his skin, amplifying his own.Â
If Gaz had known it would be like thisâ
heâd have moved heaven and hell to have it.Â
Itâs his now though. Youâre his. Mated and bound to him. So intrinsically and indelibly tied to him that no earthly force could pull you apart.Â
Itâs why now he can feel your mounting anxiety like a prickle at the back of his head. Itâs what wakes him up so suddenly, creamy golden light spilling across the sheets and furniture when he opens his eyes to the door to your bedroom ajar.Â
Youâre in the bathroom when Gaz walks in, touching the mostly healed mating mark on your neck. Itâs barely a puckered scar, so subtle that he might have missed it.
âDid you mean to do it?â you ask. Itâs not the question he expected, but then again, Gaz isnât sure what he expected from you.Â
He nods though. No sense in lying to you. âYeah.â
Itâs clear now that this was always going to be the natural end, that any tryst between the two of you would always end here, with his mark on your neck.Â
He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, moulding you to his chest. In the mirror, you look exceptionally fragile, still shaky and brittle from your heat, and it makes his heart ache.Â
âI didnât think I would, but I wanted to. I never wouldâve if I had any doubt.â
One day heâll tell you everything. Heâll tell you why he waited so long, what held him back all these years when he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that nothing else would come close to this.Â
âYou didnât used to smell like this,â you murmur, cold nose pressed into his collar bone. You seal your words with a deep inhale, drawing all of your breath into your lungs and holding it there for a moment before expelling it.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Gaz asks. His lips twitch when you press your nose harder against his skin.Â
âItâs different. It changed.â
âI swear it hasnât,â he laughs. âIâve always smelled like this.âÂ
He can feel the way you wrinkle your nose against his skin. âLiar. You used to smell⌠I donât know. Maybe like this, but subtler. Fainter.â You exhale again, more contemplative this time. âIt mustâve been my heat. Everything smells so much stronger now. Itâs like breathing after being sick or something. Like my nose is clear or something.â
Gaz stares at your reflection from over your head while it washes over him. Of course his life would be ruled by a comedy of errors. What mightâve happened had you not gotten on suppressants all those years ago? Maybe nothing. Maybe the past is what itâs always been and thereâs no sense in looking back and asking what if things had been better. Maybe regrets are like false idols in that wayâthereâs nothing holy in worshipping at the altar of them.Â
He makes a mental note to keep this from Johnny. Gaz will never hear the end of it if he finds out.Â
âWhat are we gonna do now?â you whisper.Â
He lowers his head, pressing his lips to your crown for a moment before resting his chin on top of your head. âDonât worry, love. Iâll take care of everything.â
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đ starring. Choi Seungcheol x afab!Reader
đŽ preview. âWhen Iâm balls deep in your pussy, watching you writhe under me, listening to your pretty sounds- that will be the cherry on top of this birthday,â he explains. âThank you for wanting to make me feel good, but- usually, baby, I like to be the giver.â
tw/cw. mentions of past relationship abuse/trauma/cheating, alcohol, bar fights, Cheol gets grazed with a knife, unprotected sex, dry humping, hand job, blow job, pussy eating, fingering, pleasure dom!Cheol, breast worship, dirty talk, praise, size kink/manhandling, multiple reader orgasms, groping, Cheol is a big muscled tattooed man, creampie, birthday sex, etc⌠I pet names: (hers) baby.
đšÂ rating.18+ explicit I wc. 14.2k
đ aus. tattoo/motorcycle au, nurse!reader, soulmates, etcâŚ
âď¸Â mlist + an.  The tarot deck used in the prologue is âThe Wild Unknown Animal Spirit Guide Deckâ by Kim Krans. I had so much fun exploring a more spiritual-themed plot, the idea of soulmates and spirit guides and such :)
Prologue
Itâs been six months since your breakup. Six months of self-work and healing practices. Six months of connecting with your spirit guides, hoping you can work through this dark period of your life and come out the other side.
Youâve just gotten off a long shift at the hospital, where you work as an emergency room nurse. Cleaning up other peopleâs messes makes you feel a little more whole every day, it shows you that while your wounds might be deeper than the skin, you have the resources to fix things that seem unfixable.
After a shower, you slump onto your couch, your hands reaching for one of your tarot decks. Itâs as if you can feel the energy radiating off your spirit animal cards, and you remove them carefully from the box, holding them close to your chest.
âSpirit,â you say softly. âI think Iâm finally ready to try dating again. But Iâm scared. Iâm scared Iâll end up in the same situation as last time, finding a man who needs to be fixed- I know my pattern is finding broken men, and Iâm done with that. I need guidance. I need some sort of sign that will show up when I meet the right person.â
Part of your healing journey was writing down what traits youâd want in a partner. Youâd made a list that included, âkind, smart, patient, stable, loyal, and protective,â and youâd folded to your own physical tastes by writing âtattoosâ as well. You canât help it, you like the way art looks on skin, and although all the tatted bad boys youâve dated in the past have been assholes, youâre holding onto a hope that you can find a good man with tattoos. You know theyâre out there, you just have to find one.
âSpirit, can you help me pull a card, and whatever animal is on that card could be a tattoo that my future significant other would have?â you ask. âPlease donât choose a lion or a wolf or something super common- I want an animal that is a little more unique, something that couldnât just be coincidence⌠but, I mean, if my soulmate is meant to have a wolf then I guess I can make that work.â
You hate questioning your guides, hate putting boundaries on them. If your soulmate has a stupid, overdone tattoo like every other man with ink, then so be it.
Taking a deep breath, you begin to shuffle your spirit animal deck.Â
Youâre not being too fast with your shuffle, you prefer to sit for a long time and wait for cards to pop out rather than force a reading with erratic motions. Focusing on your breathing, and your ask from the spirit, you wait patiently.
Soon, a card pops out, landing on the coffee table in front of you.
An Elk looks up at you, and you take a moment to assess the card before finding the guide book.
You flip to the Earth section, finding the Elk easily. There are a few keywords at the top of the reading, they say âStable, resilient, headstrong, the father.â
Stable is a word youâd written into your boyfriend manifestation notes, and you consider that for a moment before reading further.Â
âThe great Elk represents the Earth element in its masculine form. This means it provides underlying support and stability amidst lifeâs many changes. An Elk personality is fully established in themselves and knows their core values. They become known and respected for acting in ways that uphold those values. Sometimes the Elkâs ego can become inflated, but for the most part, they make damn good fathers, mothers, lovers, and friends. The world needs more elk energy.â
You think about the type of man who could be stable, whether thatâs financially or emotionally. Youâre hoping to find a man as set and in love with his job as you are- the kind of man you could build a future with. Youâd be lying if you said you hadnât been thinking about kids, and the note that Elk personalities make good fathers and lovers makes the feeling of hope stir within you.
However, the Elk - like the Lion and the Wolf -Â is a pretty common tattoo.Â
âIâm wondering if I should ask for a second card,â you tell your guides. âThis deck has numerous animals connected to zodiac signs. Fish for Pisces, Scorpion for Scorpio⌠I know not all zodiacs have an animal correlated to them, so I wonât use this as a defining factor, but⌠maybe to make things even a little more specific, could you help me pull a card to represent the zodiac sign for my future Elk tattooed boyfriend?âÂ
This feels like a lot. And youâre aware that there are only a few cards in this large deck that will actually connect to the zodiac, so you prepare yourself for a dud card.
You begin to shuffle, and this time, a card pops out even faster than the first. Itâs face down on your coffee table, and you take a breath, willing this to be a sign.
When you flip the card, you find a lion staring up at you.
The lion is correlated with the Leo zodiac, and you swallow thickly, thinking about the traits generally connected to Leos. The words that come to mind are âconfident, loyal, ambitious, and protective,â two of which are traits youâd manifested.
You find your guidebook again, reading the top line of traits: âPatient, regal, a complete master.â
âThe Lion is a master of the fire element and the living mascot of self-transformation. A lion personality dedicates their life to personal and spiritual growth. This dedication inspires some and intimidates others, therefore the Lion is respected by all but known intimately by few. Some mistake the Lion as hard to access or aloof, yet those with a keener eye know better. Lions are observant, stealth, and precise in their words and actions. They do not waste energy or resources. This card reminds us that self-mastery is available to all, no matter where our quest begins.â
You consider your reading as you put your deck away and head to bed. A Leo man with an Elk tattoo, someone who is patient, stable, headstrong, loyal, and maybe a little egotistical, but hopefully not in any ways that would be damaging to you like your narcissist of an ex-boyfriend.
Youâre prepared to not find a man who fits this bill, but you feel a little better about narrowing down the traits youâre attracted to. Some people donât believe in tarot, and while you can understand that, this reading has spoken to you in a way that you canât quite explain.
Thereâs no timeline to the reading, and you wonât be restricting yourself waiting for a man with an Elk tattoo to sweep you off your feet, but it feels a little easier having some parameters.Â
When you fall asleep, you dream of a large man standing in shadows, Elk-like antlers protruding from his head.Â
One:
âTell me again how you found out about this place?â you sigh, getting out of your best friendâs car to stare at the tattoo studio.
âGod, Iâve told you a hundred times,â Sunmin rolls her eyes. âOne of my sisterâs boyfriendâs cousinsâs boyfriends work here.â
âIâm going to need you to say that slower.â
âMy sisterâs boyfriend, Jeonghan, his cousin is dating one of the artists here, and he says theyâre all super hot. And I figured, since your tarot cards told you a few months ago that youâll find some dude with an elk, a tattoo shop is a good place to look for him.â
âOkay, but please donât bring up the actual tarot,â you plead. âPeople judge me for that shit all the time.â
âMy lips are sealed but my eyes will be wide open,â she grins.
The two of you enter the tattoo shop, and the air conditioning is a welcome reprieve from the hot summer outside. Your friend chats with the receptionist about her consultation with an artist named Vernon, and soon the two of you are being escorted deeper into the studio.
Itâs an open plan layout, with small sections for each artist. Only one man is currently tattooing someone, and you suppose that since itâs the morning, they likely get busier as the day goes on.
Thereâs a large man who approaches you and your friend as you sit in Vernonâs section. âHi! You must be Vernonâs ten oâclock consultation! Iâm Mingyu. Vernonâs just chatting with our boss in the back, but heâll be out pretty quick.â
âHi, Iâm Sunmin and this is y/n,â your friend introduces you. âWe have no problem waiting.â
âCool. I donât have a client for a while, I can keep you guys company while you wait for Vernon if youâd like.â
âWeâd love that,â Sunmin beams.Â
âHow did you guys hear about us?â Mingyu asks, taking a seat on the tattoo artist chair.
âMy sisterâs boyfriendâs cousin is dating one of the guys who work here,â Sunmin explains.
âIs your sisterâs boyfriend Jeonghan?âÂ
Youâre shocked the man was able to follow what Sunmin just said.
âYup! Thatâs him!â Sunmin confirms.
âLove that guy,â Mingyu grins. âYeah, Iâm dating his cousin. He told me heâd tell others about the shop but I didnât think heâd actually follow through with it.â
âWell, here he is, following through,â Sunmin laughs.Â
âSo is this tattoo consult for you?â
Sunmin nods. âYup! Iâve always liked ink, got a few small pieces, but I wanted something bigger for my thigh.âÂ
âHow about you?â Mingyu asks. âAny future tattoo plans?â
âNot at the moment,â you respond, gaze shifting to a door that leads to the office in the back. Two men have come out, theyâre both quite handsome, dressed in oversized hoodies that obscure any ink on their torsos.Â
âIâve actually been looking at elk tattoos,â Sunmin lies, âknow anyone with anything like that?â
Mingyu opens his mouth to respond, but one of the men from the back is already approaching. âHi, are you Sunmin?â he asks.
âThatâs me,â your best friend beams.
âIâm Vernon,â the soft looking man smiles. Mingyu gets out of his seat, bidding a quick farewell before going back to his own section. As Vernon and Sunmin begin to talk about her tattoo plans, you find your eyes shifting to the man who must be the boss as he walks over to inspect the tattoo taking place.
Heâs got a nice build, and you can see the outline of strong shoulders even from under his large black hoodie. He rolls up the sleeves, and you can see heâs heavily inked, but from a distance, you canât make out any elk-like marks.Â
Sunmin had done her best to try to ask Mingyu about a tattoo fitting what your tarot had told you to watch out for, but you suppose you shouldnât be shocked that your soulmate isnât in the first shop youâve gone into.Â
You relax against your chair, listening to Sunmin and Vernon talk.
Youâll do your best to find your Elk inked Leo, but you suppose you canât rush the process.
Two:Â
Youâre at a bar with friends when you hear a commotion just outside. As the designated driver of the night, you havenât touched any drinks, and although it might not be anything serious, your emergency room nurse instincts kick in, drawing you to the possible danger as you quickly make your way to the front of the bar.
You catch the tail end of whatâs happening, one bouncer chasing after some guy whoâs booking it down the street, and another man being held back by a second security guard.Â
The man being held back looks enraged, and he manages to break out of the bouncers grasp- which is when you see blood on the back of his white shirt.
âFuck that guy,â the injured man snarles, and when he turns, you catch a glimpse of his profile.
Itâs the man from the tattoo parlour, the one you assumed was the boss.
While he looks extremely pissed off, you canât help but approach. âExcuse me,â you say quietly, grabbing his attention. âYouâre bleeding.â
âAm I?â He looks over his shoulder, grabbing at his shirt where the blood is. âFuck, he must have grazed me.â
Must have grazed him⌠with a knife?
âIâm uh⌠Iâm an ER nurse, do you mind if I take a look?â you ask.
âIâll grab the first aid kit,â the bouncer tells you, darting back into the bar.
âIâm fine,â the tattooed man tells you.
âThen thereâs no harm in me taking a look to confirm that.â You try to smile softly at him.
The man looks at you, narrowing his eyes. âDonât I know you from somewhere?â
âI think I was at your parlour last week, my friend had a consult,â you explain. âIâm y/n.â
He looks you up and down. âSeungcheol.â
You can see the anger and tension dissipating from his shoulders.Â
âWhy donât you take a seat on the curb and Iâll look at your shoulder?â you suggest.
Seungcheol sighs, but does as heâs told. He sits down, grabbing at the back of his shirt. You catch him wince as he tugs the bloodied fabric off, and youâre shocked at whatâs revealed.
Itâs not the slight gash that makes you take a step back, itâs the Elk head tattoo on the center of his spine, with large antlers tangling up toward the back of his neck.
âIs it that bad?â Seungcheol asks, looking over his shoulder at you again.
âNo, itâs not that.â You do your best to compose yourself, kneeling down to look at the wound, although your eyes keep going back to the Elk.Â
The bouncer returns with the first aid kit, and Seungcheol sits there quietly while you clean the wound. âYouâre right that it was a graze, but I still think stitches would be a good idea,â you tell him.
âIâm not going to the hospital,â Seungheol responds while you press gauze to the wound, bandaging him up with medical tape.Â
âWhy not?â
âI just donât like hospitals,â the beefy tattooed man says simply.
You release a sigh. âListen, Iâm going to give you my number, and if thereâs any sign of infection, call me, okay?â
âYou said you're an emergency room nurse, right?â he asks, standing up when you finish with his shoulder.
âUh huh.â Words evade you as you look at his chiseled chest, and you do your best not to be too obvious at the way youâre gawking at him.
âArenât you going to ask me what I did to piss off the dude with the knife?â
âItâs not important,â you respond quickly. âYou identified it as a knife wound, and thatâs all I needed to know.â
âI was in the emergency room one time, got stabbed by some kid outside a strip club, the nurses kept pestering me about the details. Itâs one of the reasons I donât like hospitals,â Seungcheol explains.
âWell, your business is your business,â you tell him. âAll I care about is that your wound doesnât get infected, and you take care of it if youâre not getting stitches.â
Seungcheolâs gaze feels hot as he stares at you, and then he pulls his phone out of his pocket, handing it to you. âHere. For your number.â
Your fingers are shaky as you type in your digits before handing it back to him, and you canât help but notice the way your hands briefly touch.
âI need a drink,â Seungcheol says. âYou coming back inside? Iâll buy you something, as a thank you for not pestering me.â
âNo thanks is necessary,â you try to assure him, but Seungcheol is already reaching for your hand.
âDonât fight this,â he tells you. âLet me say thank you in the way that I know how.â
You allow the big burly man to guide you back into the bar. He orders himself a shot of tequila, then turns to you expectantly.
âUh, can I get an iced tea?â you ask.
âNot drinking?â
âIâm the designated driver tonight,â you explain. âMy friends are over there-â you turn and catch your whole table of friends staring at you.Â
Seungcheol follows your gaze and smirks, offering your friends a small wave. âOkay, so you're a stay in your lane ER nurse, and youâre a designated driver.â
âThat sums it up I guess,â you laugh.
âSheâll get an iced tea,â Seungcheol tells the bartender.
You like that heâs not pushing you. Some people pressure you to drink when youâre out, but you like to have your head screwed on straight on your shoulders. You never know when an emergency is going to happen, and your soul calling is helping people. On top of that, itâs nearly midnight, and youâve got a shift in five hours that you need to be sober for.
âIâm trying to find red flags with you, you know?â Seungcheol says nonchalantly. âBut so far, Iâm not seeing any.â
âMaybe thatâs because I donât have any?â you suggest.
âIâve been told Iâm a walking red flag,â Seungcheol muses.Â
âTattoos can be deceiving,â you point out, although, studies do show that people with trauma are more likely to be inked- all your exâs have had tattoos, and theyâve all had dark pasts. You canât help you type, and staring at the man with the elk on his back, you wonder if this is going to be just another repetition.Â
Your drinks are set in front of you and you watch Seungcheol down his tequila shot. He shakes his head out a little at the taste, and you appreciate the way his dark curls look with the motion.Â
âAnyways, youâre here with friends, I wonât keep you,â he sighs.
âThanks for the iced tea,â you smile softly.
âDonât mention it,â Seungcheol nods.
You mirror the movement, grabbing your drink and heading back to your table.
The moment youâre seated, all your friends erupt into chatter.
âWho was that?!â one asks.
âHe was hot!â another friend notes.
âWasnât that the dude from the tattoo shop?â Sunmin questions, looking after Seungcheol. âIs he⌠bleeding?â
âYeah, itâs the guy from the parlour,â you sigh. âHis name is Seungcheol, and yes, someone tried to stab him outside.â
âJesus!â Sunminâs eyes widen. âBut⌠he bought you a drink?â
âI just cleaned the wound and bandaged it,â you explain. âHe insisted on getting me a drink.â
âWell⌠thatâs nice, isnât it?â one of your friends says thoughtfully.
âI guess.â Itâs clear you donât want to talk about this further, and your friends quickly go back to discussing something else, but you inch closer to Sunmin. âHe has a tattoo.â
âHe has a lot of tattoos,â she laughs.
âNo, he has like⌠this big elk head and antlers on his back.â
âWhat?!âÂ
âDonât make a big deal out of it,â you warn her, not wanting her to raise her voice too loud so your other friends hear. Youâre quite private about your spiritual leanings. Being a woman of science, and ER nurse no less, sometimes it feels like believing in fate isnât something that works well with your job.
âWeâre talking about this later,â Sunmin tells you.
âYeah.â
You sit back, thinking about it.
Obviously your interaction with Seungcheol was short. He came off as a bit of a hot head, perhaps youâd even use the word brash- there was certainly a level of ego that radiated off of him as well, but, at the same time, heâs one of the most handsome tattooed men youâve ever met.
Youâd asked your guides for a sign, and tonight, the Elk had bared its antlered head.
Now itâs up to you to decide if you trust in fate, or if this is all just a coincidence.Â
Three:
Youâre about seven hours into your eight hour shift. Having started at five am, after being a designated driver and getting your friends home at three, youâre quite tired. Things were very busy for a while in the emergency room, but for whatever reason now that itâs noon, things have seemed to calm down a little.
Youâre just sitting in the nurse station with your coworker Joshua when your phone buzzes in your pocket. Itâs an unknown number, and at first, youâre not sure if you should answer it.
Against your better judgement, you bring your phone to your ear, âHello?â
âIs this the stay in your lane ER nurse whoâs also the designated driver?â
You let out a sigh. âY/N.â
âYeah, you.â
âHi, Seungcheol.â
âHi. So, I tried to stitch up the wound when I got home, and Iâm not sure if I did a good job.â
âYou tried to stitch it up?â you ask, already exasperated. âWhy didnât you ask me to do it at the bar?â
âI just didnât,â he says simply.
âSend me a pic of the stitches,â you instruct.
âOne sec.â
You wait patiently, and Joshua catches your eyes. âWhatâs happening?â he mouths.
You quickly mute your call. âSome guy I helped at the bar last night got grazed by a knife, he didnât want stitches, but decided to try to stitch himself up this morning.â
âWhat the fuck?â Joshua laughs.
âOkay, sent.â Seungcheolâs voice makes you hit the unmute button, and you open your messages to see the picture.
Joshua rolls closer, staring at your phone. While Seungcheolâs broad muscular back is a bit of a distraction, the stitch up job on the wound is sloppy, and draws most of your attention.
âSeungcheol,â you sigh. âIâm going to say this in the nicest possible way. You might be a tattoo artist, but your stitching skills are sub par at best.â
The line is quiet for a moment, then you hear a chuckle. âSomeoneâs in a grouchy mood.â
Joshuaâs eyes widen, and he looks at you for your response.Â
âYou would be too if you spent all yesterday sleeping, woke up to be a designated driver for your friends, got home at three and had to be at work for five.â
âOh⌠are you at work now?â
âUh huh.â
âI shouldnât bother you then,â Seungcheol says quickly.
âItâs no bother,â you assure him. âLook, Iâm off in an hour. Iâll swing by to your shop to check out the stitching. Most stitches should be sewn within six to eight hours, weâre bordering on twelve- I just want to make sure thereâs no infection.â
âYou should just go home after work.â
âYou should listen to your ER nurse and let her help you,â you retort, too tired to argue with him over this.
Seungcheol makes a groaning sound. âFine.â
âSee you in an hour.â
You hang up the phone and Joshua looks you up and down. âWhatâs his deal?â
âHonestly,â you sigh, âI couldnât tell ya.â
Four:
You and Joshua often have the same shifts, and you carpool together to feel more green, so itâs Joshua who drives you to the tattoo parlour when youâre done work.
Seungcheol is waiting outside, arms crossed over his broad chest, and he eyes Joshua as the both of you get out of the car.Â
âHey,â Seungcheol says as you approach, âwhoâs this?â
âMy coworker, Joshua,â you introduce them, and Joshua has the decency to hold out a hand.
You hold your breath, releasing it when Seungcheol gives him a customary curt handshake.
âHeâs your ride?â Seungcheol asks.
âUh huh, is that a problem?â
âI just donât feel comfortable having him around while you check out my shoulder, even if he does work with youâ Seungcheol explains. âListen, Iâve got a motorcycle and an extra helmet in the shop, how about I take you home after this?â
Both men look at you, and for a moment, you feel flustered and put on the spot.
Youâve never been on a bike before- but fuck it, youâre too tired to work through Seungcheolâs weird alpha behavior and territorial mentality about you having a male coworker with you.
âThat works,â you agree. âThanks for the ride, Josh.â
âText me when youâre home,â he warns, pulling you in for a hug.
You can practically feel Seungcheol staring daggers at the two of you when Joshua pulls away and heads back to his car.
Seungcheolâs demeanor is a bit icy as he leads you into the shop. You notice Vernon and Mingyu. Mingyu even says a loud âHi, y/n!â and you nod politely as Seungcheol takes you into the back office, closing the door.
âSo, is that dude your boyfriend?â he asks, heading to the first aid kit already open on his desk.
âNo, Iâm not seeing anyone right now. My last ex, uh⌠he did a number on me.âÂ
âYeah?â Seungcheol takes off his shirt while you grab medical gloves to pull on. âWanna talk about it?â
âIâm not sure what there is to say,â you admit with a sad laugh.
âThen you donât have to say anything,â he decides.
âHow about you?â you ask, softly prompting him to turn away from you on his spinny chair so you can assess the wound, gently removing the gauze.Â
âWhat about me?â he counters.
âAre you seeing anyone?â
âNope.â Heâs quiet for a moment. âMy ex was a bit of a shit show too.â
âWell I guess weâre kindred in that at least,â you smile, leaning close to get a better look at his shoulder.Â
Seungcheol shivers slightly, and you think your breath on his throat must have set him off a little, but he stays silent. You notice his hands balling into fists on his thighs.
âI think your stitching can stay, but Iâm going to clean your wound again and rebandage it.â
âSounds good,â Seungcheol responds gruffly.
âWhile Iâm doing this, do you mind if I ask about your tattoo? This big Elk?â You gently graze your surgical gloved pinky finger down his spine, and Seungcheol shivers again.
âJesus, donât do that,â he snaps.
âSorry. Itâs a pretty tattoo, I couldnât help myself.â Your skin is heating with embarrassment, and you notice Seungcheolâs ears turning red too.
âI uh,â he swallows thickly. âMy grandma was a tarot reader. She was always doing these readings, very connected to the Earth and shit. She used to tell me I had an Elk soul, like her. Something about spiritual guidance, protection, kindred souls or some shit. Iâm not super into that stuff, but when she died, I kept having these stupid Elk dreams. Sort of felt like she was trying to communicate with me- if you believe in that sort of thing. Anyways, I figured if I got the tattoo, Iâd feel closer to her, like she has my back.â
This is not the tattoo explanation youâd ever considered would come from a man like Seungcheol, and it takes you a few moments to register it and decide on a response.
âIt sounds like you were very close with your grandma, Iâm sorry that she passed.â
âItâs okay,â Seungcheol shrugs it off. âShit happens.â
And just like that, heâs closing up again.
You wonder if you should tell him about your tarot connections, but you donât want to sound like some crazy chick if you mention your spirit guides pointing you toward an Elk. Instead, you bite your tongue as you finish up his wound.Â
âAll done,â you announce.
Seungcheol doesnât say anything as he stands up and puts on his shirt. âWhatâs your address?â he asks, pulling out his phone.
You show him on the maps where you live. âAre you sure you want to give me a ride? Donât you have⌠clients?â
âI can get you home and be back in time for my next appointment,â he assures you. âThink of this as another way of saying thank you for fixing me up.â
So far, heâs shown two love languages. Heâs bought you a drink, and now heâs doing an act of service. Heâd seemed hesitant on touch today, unlike last night when heâd been drinking, and you wonder what his history in relationships is like.
It sounds like youâve both had shitty past experiences.
You just want to figure him out.
âHave you been on a bike before?â Seungcheol asks, grabbing a small black fullface helmet off a shelf of motorcycle memorabilia.Â
âNo.â
âAre you scared?â
âMore tired than anything else,â you admit with a laugh.
âWell, my Harley has a sissy bar, so youâll be okay.â
You donât even know what a sissy bar is, but you follow Seungcheol out to his bike anyways.Â
âHere, we can put your stuff in my saddlebag,â he explains, opening a large additional compartment near the back tire of his bike. âI donât always ride with these, but for whatever reason, I thought it would be a good idea to have them on today.â
He helps you put your work bag in his bike, and then, he helps you with your helmet, his fingers delicately grazing your throat as he tightens the strap there.
âIf anything is wrong, just tap my thigh,â he tells you, swinging a leg over his bike and starting the engine.
Even with layers of protection over your ears from the helmet, his Harley is loud. It purrs, like a lion, and you stand in a daze for a moment before he makes a motion for you to hop on.Â
Youâre careful of his injured shoulder as you slowly get on the bike, adjusting yourself on the seat.Â
Seungcheol reaches for your hand, settling it on his hip. He opens his visor. âReady?â
You nod.
He nods back, and the bike roars to life. He pulls out of the parking spot, and you hold on tighter, thankful for the additional padding of a safety bar behind your back- is this the sissy bar he was talking about?Â
You canât dwell on motorcycle terms as Seungcheol gets onto the street, the bike moving even faster. The feeling of summer air is hot but pleasant on your skin as you ride between cars. You get the sneaking suspicion that Seungcheol is holding back on his driving-
You could imagine him weaving between vehicles and being a general menace on his bike, but with you on the back, heâs trying his best to be a gentleman.
Youâre shocked at the trust you already have in this man. A man who a little over twelve hours ago, was a stranger.
Youâve never considered yourself an adrenaline junkie, but on the back of Seungcheolâs bike, everything else slips away.
Youâre at your home before you know it, and you almost feel sad when Seungcheol pulls up to the curb. He motions for you to get off, and he joins you on the sidewalk a moment later, quickly helping you with your helmet.
âHow was it?â he asks.
âThat was super fun,â you tell him, beaming.
Seungcheol grins when he sees the expression on your face. âGlad you enjoyed it.â
âListen, keep the helmet for now,â Seungcheol says. âI have your number and I know where you live, so Iâll come back for it.â
You feel your expression drop, and Seungcheol cocks his head to the side, concern written on his face.
âYou good?â
âI just-â you swallow thickly. âSorry, my uh- my ex used to say that to me. That he knew where I lived when I broke up with him. It felt like a threat, and itâs one of the reasons I had to move a couple of months ago.â
Seungcheol is quiet for a moment. âFuck that guy.â
You nod. âFuck that guy.â
Five:
Youâve had Seungcheol stuck in your head. After heâd dropped you off, it had been hard to sleep, your mind preoccupied with his answer about his tattoo. When youâd finally woken up hours later, you hadnât been able to help yourself, youâd pulled out your tarot deck.
âSpirit,â youâd breathed. âI think I may have met him. The Elk. And even though youâve given me the sign with his tattoo, I feel like I need more confirmation. Iâm going to shuffle, and if this is meant for me, can you please give me a love card?â
There are numerous cards within the deck that talk about relationships, partnerships and new beginnings, and youâre hoping that one pops out.
You begin to shuffle, closing your eyes and taking it easy.
Itâs about a minute before a card pops out. Itâs upside down on your coffee table.Â
You take a deep breath, slowly reaching out to flip the card.
The Two of Cups stares up at you, and you donât even have to open your tarot guide book to know what that means. Itâs a card of unity, of partnership. Other than the Lovers, itâs one of the most clear relationship cards you can get.Â
You stare at it for a long while. The Elk may have been a coincidence. The fact that his own late grandmother had been a tarot reader may have been a coincidence. But pulling the Two of Cups, out of any other card, when seaking confirmation- this feels like fate.Â
Part of you wants to be extra sure and ask for the lovers card, but you also think this might be a good time to trust your spirit team. Theyâve guided you twice now, and maybe you have to look inward.
Why are you so cautious that Seungcheol might be the one?
Are you ready for a new relationship?
Youâd thought you were ready- and here you are, meeting a man who fits your type-
Maybe itâs the fact that he is your type that youâre worried. What if he turns out to be a dickhead like the last ones? Youâre still holding onto a lot of fear. You want to protect yourself, which you validate as a legitimate concern.
But⌠are you going to spend the rest of your life frightened?
Or are you going to try to let go of those fears and learn to trust again, even if it ends up biting you in the ass?
The possible risk is heartbreak, but the possible reward is endless happiness.
Fate can only do so much, this is the part where your own actions will dictate the future.
Six:
âSo, howâs that dude with the tattoos doing?â Joshua asks, taking a seat next to you in the nursing station when things have finally calmed down.
âCheol? I uh⌠havenât talked to him since he dropped me off at my place two days ago.â
âIs that good or bad?âÂ
You shrug. âIâm not sure. Weâre both busy people. I work here, and he owns a tattoo shop.â
âI guess thatâs true,â Joshua nods. âMaybe you should call him and see how heâs doing?â
You quirk a brow at your friend. âWhatâs your angle here?â
Now itâs Joshuaâs turn to shrug his shoulders. âNo angle. I think, as your friend, sometimes itâs important to give you a little push. After all, your tarot said heâs your soulmate.â
Joshuaâs one of your only coworkers who youâve felt comfortable opening up to. He knows about all your spiritual inklings, and youâd filled him in on your whole Elk, Leo, Two of Cups fiasco yesterday.Â
âFine, Iâll give him a quick call,â you sigh. âStrictly as a nurse who wants to see how the wound is doing.â
âKeep telling yourself that,â Joshua grins.
You roll your eyes at him, fishing your phone out of your pocket.
Seungcheol answers on the second ring. âHey.â
âHi, how are you doing?â you ask, putting him on speaker phone. Joshua might be encouraging you to do this as a friend, but you know better than anyone that he also loves some good tea.
âDoing okay.â
âAnd your shoulder?â
âGood as far as I know⌠why? You worried about me?â You can hear the grin in his voice, the fact that heâs loving the concern you have for him. âIâve had worse, you know.â
âIâd just hate for it to get infected,â you sigh.
âLook, if you want to do your due diligence as a nurse and everything, how about you get drinks with me and assess it yourself?â he suggests.
Joshua grabs your thigh, eyes widening, waiting on what youâll say next.
âWe could do that,â you respond.
âSounds good, when are you free?â
âIâm off tomorrow.â
âHow do you feel about eight oâclock?âÂ
âThat works,â you nod.
âIâll pick you up at eight then, and bring your helmet.â
You find yourself smiling. âWill do.â
âItâs a date. See you then.â
âBye, Cheol.â
Your heart is racing as you hang up the phone, and Joshua immediately repeats Seungcheolâs words, âItâs a date.âÂ
âItâs a date,â you respond, jittery at the idea.
âSome guys are assholes and say âletâs hang out,â but this one says âitâs a date.ââ
âThatâs a good sign,â you insist.
âA very good sign,â Joshua agrees. âIf this dude ends up being the one, I might just have to get into tarot.â
Seven:
Youâre surprised to find yourself playing nighttime mini golf with Seungcheol on your date. âWhat happened to drinks?â you ask as he pays for your tickets and grabs your clubs from the attendant.
He shrugs. âFigured youâre a nurse so you might not wanna get on my motorcycle after I had a few drinks, also the fact that you were designated driver last time I saw you at a bar- I thought this might be more your style. But, Iâll warn you, Iâm not going to go easy on ya.â
You laugh, pleasantly surprised at how astute this man can be. âI think this will be fun.â
âMe too.â
Seungcheolâs wearing black jeans and a charcoal v-neck that shows off his strong shoulders. Heâs the epitome of your type: a bad boy with tattoos. Yet, when you begin to play, heâs shockingly patient.
âLet me show you how to hold the club,â he suggests on the second hole, waiting for you to nod before he steps behind you and wraps his body around your own. âFeet positioning is key.â He also gently adjusts your hands, and your heart leaps in your chest when he breathes against your throat. âIt might take some time to get used to,â Seungcheol warns, âso donât beat yourself up if it doesnât come naturally.â
You hit the golf ball, and it goes a lot closer to the hole than your first shot had.
âDid it take a while for you to get into mini golf?â you ask.
âNah, I was always a natural,â he teases, flashing you a wink before he takes his own shot.
You admire the way his shoulders look with his back to you. âSo what got you into being a tattoo artist? Into having your own place?âÂ
âWell, my grandma passed, and she left me a pretty big inheritance. She always thought I could succeed as a tattoo artist, but before that I was stuck doing blue collar type shit. I think, the money was her final way of telling me to follow my dreams. Iâm kind of obsessed with ink, if you havenât noticed.â He holds out his arms, which are littered with patchwork. âHow about you? How does someone get into being an emergency room nurse?â
âI just like helping people,â you explain. âWhen I was a kid, I broke my arm falling off the monkey bars. Iâd always been scared of hospitals, but the nurse who helped me in emergency was an angel. She made it less scary, and when it was over, I realized I wanted to be just like her. When people come into the emergency room, itâs never fun. Itâs frightening, and cold- and I want to be there for people who are going through that, to be a warm, friendly face.â
âMy grandma had a light worker's soul too,â Seungcheol nods. âThatâs what she always called it anyways. She wasnât ever officially trained, but in her later years she got into herbal medicine. Anytime I was sick it was lemon and garlic chicken noodle soup with bone broths and the works- always made me feel a lot better.â
âShe sounds like she was an amazing woman.â
âShe was,â Seungcheol agrees. âI donât know you that well yet, but I think she would have liked you.â
You grin. âIs that an important trait you look for when taking girls to mini golf?âÂ
Seungcheol lets out a laugh. âIt should be. My last ex wouldnât have fit the bill, and at the time, I thought that was okay, but it didnât end well.â
âDo you wanna talk about it?â
âIâll talk about mine if you talk about yours,â he suggests. âYou said your last boyfriend was a creep when you broke up, threatened to come to your place and shit, he sounds like a piece of work.â
âHe was,â you sigh. âIâve got this thing for big tattooed men, bad boy types. It always leads to me getting my heart broken. He would tell me I was the one and everything, but I found out he was cheating on me with some waitress at the bar he used to go to all the time.â
âSo what Iâm hearing is⌠Iâm your type.â Seungcheol flashes you a wink and you roll your eyes at him. âIâm just fucking with you. Iâm sorry to hear that. Cheaters are the fucking worst.â
âSounds like youâve experienced something like that too.âÂ
âLooks like both of our exâs were cheating fucks,â Seungcheol says. âI know itâs a red flag to talk shit about your ex or whatever, but some exâs deserved to be talked bad about.â
You nod. âA hundred percent.â
âDid you think you were going to be with your last one forever?â Seungcheol asks after a moment.
âI thought so.â
âMe too with mine, I was just about ready to get her a ring.â He frowns, looking down at his golf ball. With a sigh, he easily knocks it into the hole. âWell, this is just the way life happens I guess.â
Itâs clear you both have very similar wounds. Youâre shocked at how easy it is to talk about this with Seungcheol. Some people say not to talk about exâs on dates with new people, but this almost feels therapeutic. You understand Seungcheol better, and youâre sure he understands you too.
Itâs promising to know he thinks about the future, that heâs ready to settle down, not all men are.
Maybe youâre both in the same boat with all of this, and thatâs a hopeful thought.
Eight:Â
Seungcheol canât seem to get you out of his head.Â
Heâd never thought of himself as a particularly superstitious man. His grandma had been spiritual, and heâd always loved that aspect of her. Heâd enjoyed doing tarot readings and making all sorts of elixirs with her in the garden. Sheâd told him heâd be a successful tattoo artist, sheâd seen it in the stars, and while sheâd been a big part of making that premonition come true, he wonders what else she might be right about.
Seungcheolâs grandma had always told him heâd end up with a healer like her. A doctor, a psychiatrist, a nurse- she wasnât very specific, but sheâd said his soul would call in a light worker when the time was right.
He feels drawn to you, his little emergency room nurse, designated driver, light worker.Â
Itâs been such a short amount of time, but thereâs something unexplainable about the way he feels.
âYou look distracted,â Mingyu muses, coming to join Seungcheol outside the tattoo parlour where heâs puffing on his vape.
âJust thinking.â
âAbout your birthday party tonight, or that girl you brought through the other day?â Mingyu presses, grinning as he bumps his shoulder against Seungcheolâs.Â
Seungcheol canât help but sigh at his friendâs prying ways.Â
âLook you donât have to tell me anything, but summer is almost over and you need a backpack. My angel has been surrounded by testosterone motorcycle rides for months, and weâd all love another girl to be part of the group. You should invite her out tonight.â
Of course Mingyuâs coming at this from an angle of having a girlfriend. He and Wonwoo are obsessed with their âlittle angel,â and Mingyuâs always talking about the joys of being in a relationship. It can get somewhat tedious for Seungcheol.
âDonât you have a client soon?â Seungcheol sighs.
âPoint taken, Iâll leave you be,â Mingyu says, patting him on the shoulder.Â
As soon as his friend is inside, Seungcheol pulls out his phone. He thinks about what heâs going to say to you, before typing out an easy, âUp to anything tonight?â
Heâs shocked by how quick your response is. âItâs Sunmiâs birthday this week so weâre celebrating tonight since itâs Saturday.â
Seungcheolâs mood drops, and a moment later, youâre calling him.
âHi,â he says.
âHi,â you respond. âHow are you doing?â
âNot so bad.â He wants to tell you that itâs his birthday tonight, wants to try to convince you to come, but at the same time, he doesnât want to guilt you, doesnât want to mess up your plans. âWhatâs up?â
âI just⌠I know weâve only gone on one actual date, and I only met you a week ago, but⌠I just want you to know, when I go out tonight, Iâm not going to be hitting on anyone or anything.â
Heâs taken aback for a moment. âI wasnât really worried about that.â
âOkay! Good! I just- I know with your ex and everything- and I just, I figured Iâd clarify, even though weâve only been on one date, Iâm a one guy at a time kind of girl.â
He respects that youâre so direct about this, and he appreciates your loyalty. You really are a good person.Â
âIâm a one girl at a time kind of guy,â Seungcheol says finally. âGlad weâre on the same page about that.â
âMe too.â He can hear your smile, and it makes his heart swell.Â
âAnyways, Iâll let you go. Have fun tonight.â
âI will, bye, Cheol.â
Nine:
Youâre having a great night. The drinks have been flowing, and youâre having a fun time celebrating Sunmiâs birthday. Things are fuzzy in the best way- until you hear a familiar voice say your name.
You turn to find your ex standing close to you at the bar, and your heart sinks in your chest.
âItâs been a while,â your ex states.
You canât even find the words to speak, suddenly getting drunk seems like a horrible idea.
Youâve just started to feel safe again, to feel stable- youâd thought being out with your friends, you could let loose, but now your ex is here and your heart is beginning to race.
âHave you been drinking?â your ex asks, coming to stand closer to you at the bar top, where youâd been sipping a gin and tonic.Â
âI, uh-â your words catch in your throat, and you swallow thickly. âItâs Sunminâs birthday.â
Your ex nods, and when you look toward your table, you see Sunmin gaping at you.
Turning away from Sunmi, your ex addresses you. âIs she still a huge bitch?â
âI-â you want to defend your friend, but you feel frozen. You canât think- youâre completely overwhelmed, and you can hear the blood rushing in your ears, your heart like thunder in your chest.
âWe need to talk,â your ex says next. âCome outside with me.â
He grabs your arm, and then a hand wraps around yours. You turn to see Sunmi standing there, glaring at your ex. âWhat do you think youâre doing?!â she asks.
âY/N and I need to have a chat outside,â your ex sighs, being very dismissive.
âShe doesnât have to go anywhere with you,â Sunmi insists. âHoney, do you want to go with him?â
You quickly shake your head, moving closer to your friend for safety.
âShe doesnât know what she wants,â your ex rolls his eyes, tightening his grip on your arm to the point where it almost hurts.
âWeâre going to the bathroom,â Sunmi insists, somehow successfully tugging you away from your ex.Â
âRun away, but Iâll be right here to talk to her when youâre done.â
It feels like a blur as Sunmi races you to the womanâs washroom. âY/N,â she helps you to the sink, looking at your face. âAre you okay?â
âI-â
Sunmi pulls you to her chest, hugging you deeply. âWeâre going to sort this out,â she promises.
âHow?â You feel like crying. All the emotions come flooding back, the fear, the helplessness-
âWeâre going to call Seungcheol.â
âWhat?â Youâre in shock. âWe canât do that!â
âWe can, and we will. Men like your ex only respond to other men. Weâre calling him. Give me your phone.â
Reluctantly, you hand Sunmi your cell, turning on the sink to splash your arms with cold water.
âHi, Seungcheol?â Thereâs a pause. âNo, this is Sunmi. Iâm out with y/n, weâre at a bar on Elm and fifth street, her ex just showed up- okay, okay, yeah, weâre in the bathroom in the back.â
She hangs up and you look to her for an explanation.
Your friend lets out a sigh. âAs soon as I said your ex was here, Seungcheol said to give him five minutes. Iâm going to keep you here and heâll come get us, okay?â
You nod. âIâm sorry to ruin your birthday.â
âHoney, youâre not ruining anything,â she assures you, pulling you in for another hug.Â
You hold back tears while you wait with Sunmi, and in no time at all, thereâs a knock on the bathroom door. Seungcheol pokes his head in, and you see his expression drop when he sees you.
âWhat happened?â he growls, coming to join you.
âHer ex was trying to drag her outside-â Sunmi tries to explain.
âHe touched you?â Seungcheol asks, anger laced in his words.
You nod, pointing to your forearm.Â
âGrabbed is more like it,â Sunmi breathes.
âOkay,â Seungcheol nods. âOkay, Iâll get you out of here. Just hold onto me and weâll get out of here.â
You nod again, allowing Seungcheol to gently take your hand. He guides you out of the bathroom, and you huddle close to his side as he walks you through the bar- you almost think things will go smoothly when your ex steps in front of you.
âWhoâs this, youâre new boyfriend?â he asks, venom dripping from his words.
Seungcheol stops in his tracks. âSo you must be the dip shit ex.â
âSay that again, asshole,â your ex growls, eyes narrowing.
âYou must be-â Seungcheol broadens his shoulders, âthe dip shit ex.â
Your ex releases a laugh, and then heâs taking a swing. It feels slow and fast at the same time, Sunmi tears you away from Seungcheol, who dodges the punch easily, only to land a blow to your exâs stomach-
âY/N! Sunmi!â Mingyuâs voice appears out of nowhere, and suddenly two strong arms are wrapping around you and your friend. âOutside!â
Mingyu keeps you close as he gets you and Sunmi out of the bar while a commotion ensues in your wake. Four motorcycles are pulled up on the curb. You recognize Vernon, and thereâs another man youâve never seen before.
âCheolâs starting shit,â Mingyu tells his friends quickly.
âWe heard your ex was here?â Vernon offers, giving you a sympathetic look.
âHe threw a swing at Cheol when I got inside,â Mingyu tries to explain. âY/N, weâre going to get you out of here, Wonwoo pass me the spare helmet from the saddlebag.â
âWhat about Seungcheol?â you ask, watching the men fuss.
âHe can take care of himself,â Mingyu assures you, helping you put on the helmet.
âCheol will meet us at our place,â the new man, Wonwoo, says. âWhen he gets hot like this, he doesnât drive very safely.â
âTrust us,â Mingyu pleads. âWe just gotta get you out of here, your ex made the first swing, and nothing good can come from this now.â
You turn to Sunmi and she squeezes your hand. âItâs okay, get out of here. Iâll text you what happens.â
You canât even think as Mingyu gets onto his bike and you awkwardly take the seat behind him. You canât comprehend how things happened the way they did- how fast the altercation had been before your ex had taken a go at Seungcheol.
As you leave the bar, heart thundering in your chest, itâs the most you can do to try to slow your breathing, your body still carrying the trauma that youâd endured with your ex, the wound youâd thought was healed now torn open.
Ten:
âAre you sure this is okay?â you ask as Mingyu covers you with a large fluffy blanket on his couch. âI mean- you just said your girlfriend is four months pregnant and sleeping in the other room-â
âItâs fine,â Mingyu assures you.
âIâm sorry if I ruined your night.â Youâd found your ability to speak again once you felt safe and in Mingyuâs apartment, and now, you canât help the anxiety bubbling inside of you. You feel like a burden- and itâs an all too familiar feeling from your time with your ex.
âYou didnât ruin it, we were almost done anyways,â Wonwoo notes.Â
âAre you sure?âÂ
âY/N, deep breaths,â Mingyu tells you, sitting on the couch next to you, offering your calf a reassuring squeeze.
âIs Cheol going to be okay?â you ask.
âHeâs going to be fine, that man has never lost a fight,â Mingyu explains, smiling softly.
In the distance, you hear an engine revving, and Wonwoo sighs. âThere he is.â
Not even five minutes later, Seungcheol is practically bursting through the door. His eyes find you on the couch, and youâre quick to stand, allowing him to envelop you in a hug. His heart is racing in his chest, heâs clearly panicked, and when he pulls away, he looks down at you with wide eyes.
âAre you okay?â he questions, cupping your face as if checking you for injury.
âIâm okay, are you okay?â you retort.
âJust a few bruised knuckles,â he assures you.Â
You find yourself laughing, and as you laugh, your eyes well up with tears. Now that heâs here, you finally feel like you can take a deep breath, and heâs quick to tug you back to his chest as you cry.
âIâm going to give you a moment, then Iâm going to take you home,â he tells you, hand smoothing up and down your back.
You stay in his arms until you feel a bit better, and when you pull away, Mingyu is offering you a tissue. You clean yourself up, say your goodbyes, then Seungcheol walks you out with the spare helmet in hand.
He doesnât say anything on the way down, but at the bike, he hands you his fullface. âWant you protected,â he tells you, grabbing the bucket helmet from your grasp.
You nod, putting on the helmet and allowing him to help you fasten it up.Â
Youâre quiet as you both get onto the bike, and Seungcheol adjusts your hand to his hip, squeezing gently.Â
The bike roars to life and you take off.
Itâs a different feeling to be on a motorcycle while still a little drunk, and you find yourself throwing your head back to look up at the night sky.Â
Youâve seen the stars before, but on the back of Seungcheolâs bike, it feels like you're experiencing them for the first time.Â
You lose track of time doing this, and the ride is done sooner than youâd like when he pulls up to your building. âCome on, baby,â he says softly, helping you take off your helmet. âLetâs get you upstairs.â
He holds your hand, helping you with your keys to get into the apartment complex. The elevator ride is quiet, but his hand is a reassuring constant, warm and large wrapped around your own.
Heâs never been to your place, and you feel a little self conscious as you open up your door. Itâs a modest apartment, one bedroom- thereâs really nothing to be insecure about, but you think maybe your anxiety from the bar incident is just making you a little crazy.
âHow about you sit down, and Iâll get you some water?â he suggests, helping you to the couch.
You kick off your high heels, curling up on the cushions while Seungcheol putters around your kitchen. He already looks like he belongs here, and for a brief moment, you can forget about your ex.
Seungcheol rejoins you on the couch, handing you the cup. âHere.âÂ
âThank you.â
You sip on your water, trying to breathe properly again.
Seungcheol gives you the space to unwind. He doesnât pester you with questions about the altercation with your ex at the bar, and youâre grateful for it.
âYouâre not hurt, are you?â he asks finally.
You shake your head, your eyes dropping to his hands. âYouâre hurt though.â
âJust bruised knuckles,â he assures you.Â
âThereâs blood,â you insist. âIâll-â
âTell me where your first aid kit is and Iâll grab it.âÂ
You direct him to the cupboard in your bathroom, and he returns with it, setting the case onto your coffee table.Â
âHowâs your shoulder?â you ask as you take out the tools youâll need.
âAlmost better, I heal fast,â he says softly.
It feels good to focus on his wounds rather than your own, and you gently clean the scrapes on his hand. His right fist is pretty badly bruised, and you do your best to treat it. Then you begin to slowly wrap his knuckles, taking your time. Two wraps around his wrist, diagonal across the top to his pinky, under the hand, to the pointer, diagonal-Â
Itâs a nice repetition of motions, and when youâre all done, you lift his hand to your lips, gently pressing a kiss to his knuckles. âAll better.â
You look up at Seungcheol, and he stares back.
Then, he slowly moves in, carefully watching your expression. He stops just an inch from your lips, and you can feel his breath on your face. Heâs waiting for you to make the final move, for you to be the one with control.
With one last look at your beautiful, dark protector, you close the distance.
Itâs a soft kiss, not the kind of first kiss youâve ever had before. Seungcheol doesnât immediately try to dominate you like men in the past have, he lets you set the pace. You lean in closer, grabbing his shoulders to stabilize yourself as you deepen the kiss.Â
Seungcheolâs arms wrap around you, and itâs a somewhat awkward position on the couch like this, so he simply pulls you onto his lap.Â
You lose yourself in the kiss, allowing all your anxiety to dissipate while you enjoy the safety Seungcheol provides.Â
After a while, Seungcheol pulls away, and youâre both breathing heavily.Â
âHow⌠how do your knuckles feel?â you ask.
He laughs, looking down at his hands. âI might black out my fingers when this is all healed,â he admits. âI get into too many barfights. My grandma used to say it was the Leo in me.â
âThe Leo in you?â you repeat, heard thumping wildly in your chest.
âYeah, I uhâŚâ he lets out a soft chuckle, âI didnât wanna pressure you to come out or anything after I heard you were at a friendâs birthday party, but itâs sort of my birthday today.â
Youâre frozen for a moment. âHappy birthday.â
âThanks.â
âYouâre a Leo,â you say again.
âUh huh. Youâre not about to tell me some weird zodiac rule about our signs not being compatible, are you?â
âNo, itâs not that.â You take a deep breath. Just a short time ago, youâd decided not to tell him about the Elk tattoo meaning, and now here you are, about to tell him everything.Â
Youâre not sure if itâs the adrenaline from the bar situation, or the slight tipsyness, but you think fuck it, if he could tell you about his tarot loving grandmother, you can tell him about this.
âA few months ago, I did a reading,â you begin to explain.
âA tarot reading,â he clarifies.
âYeah. And I asked my guides to show me a spirit animal card that would be a tattoo on the person Iâm supposed to be with. The card came up as an Elk- and before you tell me itâs a very common tattoo, I know it is, which is why I asked for further clarification with them telling me the zodiac of this person too-â
âAnd they said Leo,â he breathes.
You nod. âThen, when I met you, the Elk lined up, but I still wasnât sure, so I did another reading on us, and the Two of Cups came out, itâs a love card. So with those two cards, and now the fact that youâre a Leo-â
âIs this your way of telling me you think Iâm your soulmate?â Seungcheol grins.
âGod, I should have guessed youâre a fucking Leo,â you roll your eyes.
âDonât be rude,â he tuts, gently pinching your hip. âIf itâs any consolation, my grandmother always told me Iâd end up with someone in the medical field, and youâre an ER nurse.â
âShe really said that?â you ask.
âUh huh.â Seungcheolâs gaze dips to your lips then back up again. âI wonder if she saw this future.â
Your heart melts. After your last relationship, where the lovebombing came on fast, youâd promised yourself not to get burned by that sort of thing again- but here you are, falling for Seungcheol way quicker than you ever have with anyone else in the past.
Even so, something about this feels so right.
You let out a breath. âOne time with the Elk may have been coincidence. Two times with the Two of Cups card was a little odd. But three times with your Leo Zodiac-â
âI guess the question is, do you believe in fate?â Seungcheol moves closer.
âI think you know that I do,â you laugh.
Seungcheolâs hands squeeze your hips, and he doesnât say anything else as he brings his mouth to yours.
You kiss him eagerly, wrapping your arms around him, pressing your chests together. His tongue glides against your own and it feels like magic- thereâs a bulge growing in his pants, and you canât help but begin to grind down against him.
Seungcheol releases a small groan and itâs music to your ears, prompting you to apply more pressure to his cock when you wriggle against him.
With a sigh, Seungcheol pulls away. âBaby,â he says softly, âyouâve been drinking and I donât want to take advantage tonight-â
âI swear that whole situation with my ex sobered me up,â you admit. âBesides, maybe I want to give you a birthday present.âÂ
âA birthday present?â he repeats with a chuckle.
You nod. âCheol, I havenât even kissed anyone in months- Iâm already practically drenched from making out, you wonât make me wait even longer, will you?â
He studies your face, and you can see the moment he folds. âWe can do this, but at any point if I think you look drunk, we have to stop. I donât want you to regret this being our first time.â
âI could never regret this,â you promise, leaning in to press your lips to his throat.
Seungcheol throws his head back, his fingers digging into your hips again. The low moan he releases tells you that he has a sensitive neck, and you enjoy simply teasing him for a minute while you mentally prep yourself for whatâs to come next.
You do want to move on, and this is one of those steps.
Youâre not afraid of it. You had been frightened about intimacy with someone new, but Seungcheol makes you feel more safe than youâve ever felt in your life.
You want this.Â
You shift a little on Seungcheolâs lap, reaching down to cup his cock with your palm.Â
Seungcheol swallows thickly, his hands smoothing up and down your hips. âAre you sure?â he asks. âYou donât want me to take care of you?â
âItâs your birthday,â you point out. âAnd you took care of me at the bar, I think itâs my turn to show some appreciation.â
He doesnât argue with you, and you can feel the tension leaving his shoulders. He lets out a deep breath. âI know itâs early,â he says, âbut⌠if we do this, I donât want any confusion. I want you to know that youâre mine, and Iâm yours.â
âHonestly? Iâve been yours since practically the moment I saw you take your shirt off so I could clean your shoulder wound.â
Seungcheol releases a chuckle. âReally?â
âUh huh, you make me fucking feral.â
He lets out a groan of appreciation. âItâs been hard to control myself too. That day at the studio, when you touched my back tattoo- I was so close to breaking. Wanted to throw you onto my desk and make you feel good.â
You imagine what that would have been like, and it makes you moan. âWhy didnât you?â
âI could tell you had a past, and I didnât want to scare you off,â he admits. âIâve been⌠trying to be a good boy.â
Your bad boy trying to be good to make you comfortable. You really hit the jackpot with Seungcheol.
âCheol, Iâve told you I have a thing for bad boys,â you tease.
âSo maybe I should take control right now,â he suggests with a grin.
âLet me suck you off, and then you can take control,â you tell him, pulling away. âIâm going to get on my knees now.â
Seungcheol watches you slip onto the floor infront of him, and your hands find his belt. You try to focus on your task of getting his pants off, but you enjoy sneaking glances at him, seeing his pretty face as he tries to keep composure.
He lifts his hips to help you tug his jeans down, and his cock slaps up against his lower abdomen, hard and already leaking.
Heâs a decent size, somewhere between six and seven inches, and his cock is as girthy as the rest of him. You lick your lips, grabbing the base so you can adjust him toward your mouth as you lean in.
âNo teasing,â Seungcheol warns, voice softening when he says, âplease.âÂ
âWouldnât dream of it.â
âLiar,â he laughs, reaching out to stroke your head.
You slip the tip of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue.Â
âAnd thatâs the teasing I was talking about,â Seungcheol muses. âFeels good though.â
You sink further down onto him, beginning to suck as you move up and down.
âFuck, that feels even better,â he groans.
When you were with your ex, blow jobs were an expectation, and because of that, you never really enjoyed them. Thereâs something powerful about doing this of your own volition, about making the conscious choice to pleasure Seungcheol.
You close your eyes, getting lost in the motion of providing this for him. Hallowing your cheeks, you suck hard when youâre near the tip, and Seungcheol groans loudly, shifting further down on the couch so youâre not bent over him in such an awkward position.
âYouâre good at that, baby,â Seungcheol says. âBut thereâs only one birthday present Iâd enjoy more than this.â
You let out a âhmm?â sound, an inquiry.
âWhen Iâm balls deep in your pussy, watching you writhe under me, listening to your pretty sounds- that will be the cherry on top of this birthday,â he explains. âThank you for wanting to make me feel good, but- usually, baby, I like to be the giver.â
Your pussy throbs at his words, and you increase your speed on his cock, letting out a moan of appreciation.Â
âYeah? You like that?â he asks. âSay the word, baby, and Iâll make it happen.â
You pull off of him, your hand smoothing up from base to tip to pump him while you address your beautiful dark protector. âI just want to make you feel good a little while longer.â
His expression softens. âMaking me feel really good.â
You grin, returning to your task.Â
Seungcheolâs hand is gentle in your hair. He caresses you while you suck him off, never applying pressure or trying to get you to deep throat him. Itâs an ever constant, soft touch, and youâre shocked at how much of a gentleman this heavily tattooed, bar fighting, Leo can be.Â
âBaby?â His voice draws you from your thoughts. âI know I said you could say the word and be done, but- this feels too good, and I donât wanna bust the moment I begin to fuck you.â
You pull off of his cock with a pop, smiling up at him. âOkay.â
âOkay?â He lets out a shaky breath and grins. âWhereâs your bedroom, gorgeous?â
âRight there.â You point at the door adjacent to the living room.
âCome on, baby, itâs my turn to take care of you.â He helps you to your feet, pulling his pants back up, and youâre shocked when he throws you over his uninjured shoulder, carrying you to your bedroom while you erupt in a fit of butterfly fueled giggles.
Seungcheol lays you softly onto your bed, staring down at you. He takes in your silky shirt and your dress pants, you like to be more classy when you go out, to keep up with your reputation as a nurse.
The two of you are very different people. Heâs black ripped jeans, plain tshirts and tattoos. And youâre classy outfits, scrubs, and a healerâs touch. Somehow, even with these differences, the two of you work. Like Yin and Yang, complementary forces, light and dark.
âCan I take these off for you?â he asks, tugging at your pant leg.
You nod, watching the way he begins to undo your button and zipper. Heâs slow with his motions, precise. Itâs not a rush to get you naked, itâs an enjoyed exploration, and you love the way his eyes glow when you lift your hips to allow him to pull the fabric off your lower half.
âYouâre so pretty,â Seungcheol muses.
âYeah?â
âThat day you were in my shop with your friend, doing a consult with Vernon- I was trying to act like I was watching my newest apprentice work, but⌠I kept looking at you. And then, outside the bar, when you showed up again-â Seungcheol shakes his head, his hand smoothing along your leg gently. âBaby, youâre going to turn me into a believer.â
âInvisible string theory, perhaps,â you grin.
Seungcheol chuckles. âIf thatâs what you want to call it.â
He takes off his own shirt, and you watch the way his muscles move under his skin. Heâs littered in tattoos, patchwork on his arms and chest. There must be a hundred small to medium sized tattoos, and you want to know the story behind each and every one.
But thereâs a time and a place for that, and right now, youâre eager for something else.
Seungcheol gets on top of you, and you immediately thread your fingers through his soft dark hair, pulling his lips to your own.
Your free hand explores his muscular shoulders, careful of the bandage still on his bar wound, and youâre practically tingling with how attracted you are to this man.
He kisses you deeply, cupping your face while his other hand braces him to the bed over top of you.
Your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer, and he grinds against your panty clad core.
The pressure on your clit has you moaning, and Seungcheol responds by kissing down your throat. He licks at your collarbone, and then his hand moves from your cheek to your shirt. âCan I take this off?â he asks.
âUh huh, thereâs a tie at the back.â
Seungcheol pulls off of you, and in one motion, he flips you onto your stomach. His warm hand smooths over your shoulder, toying with the tie there.
You hold your breath in anticipation as he begins to undo the corset style back of your slinky top. He leans over you, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck that makes your body erupt in goosebumps.Â
You enjoy the way he takes his time with your shirt, and he slowly helps you slip it off. Youâre laying flat on his bed, your tits pressed to the comforter, while Seungcheol explores your back with his hands. He traces the curvature of your sides, pressing kisses along your spine. Soft curls tickle your skin, and youâre grinning like the Cheshire Cat at how good this feels.
Seungcheol flips you over again, and his gaze dips to your exposed breasts. âYouâre so pretty,â he muses, gently groping your chest, his thumb grazing over your nipple. You watch him swallow thickly, and then heâs leaning over, taking the sensitive bud in his mouth while you tangle your fingers in his curls again.
With his mouth on your breast, his free hand slips down your body, and he tugs your panties down just enough for him to access your core.
Two digits rub between your pussy lips and you feel him smile against your nipple. âYou werenât lying about being wet, baby.â
âWould never lie to you,â you breathe out shakily.
âNo?â He circles your clit and you moan loudly.Â
âNever,â you repeat, pushing your hips up toward his hand, needing more friction.
Seungcheol rewards you by slipping both of his digits into your wet core, pressing his palm to your clit as he begins to finger fuck you. He sucks on your breast while he does this, and youâre lost in the sensations he provides.
âFuck, Cheol-â you whimper when his teeth graze your nipple, your pussy clenching tight around his fingers.
âWanna make you cum,â Seungcheol says, pulling away from your breast to look down at you.
âThen make me cum,â you respond, nodding at him.
Seungcheol presses one last kiss to your lips and then he shifts down the bed, pulling his fingers from your core. He gets onto his knees at the foot of the mattress, dragging you toward himself and pulling your panties off.
He spreads your thighs. âSo pretty,â he muses. âEverything about you is so fucking pretty.â
Your skin heats, it can be hard to take a compliment, but something tells you that Seungcheol will get you used to this kind of praise.
He leans forward, eyes meeting yours as he presses a kiss to your clit. You jolt at the small contact, releasing a shaky breath.
No one has eaten you out in months, and your core is already throbbing with anticipation.Â
âGonna take care of you,â Seungcheol promises, and you know that this promise extends far past the sexual setting youâre in right now.
He moves forward again, capturing your clit in his mouth while his digits easily slip into your pussy again.
You throw your head back, enjoying the sensation of him worshiping your cunt. Heâs gentle with his motions at first, kitten licking your sensitive bud. You know heâs getting used to your sounds, figuring out what pressure works, what you enjoy, whether thats sucking, or more gentle stimulus.
âFeels good,â you tell him. âLike the way you crook your fingers.â
He responds by applying more pressure to the âcome hitherâ motion heâs making, and you release a whine at how good it feels.
âJust like that,â you whimper.
He sucks your clit harder too, and you moan louder, hips bucking toward his face.
Seungcheolâs free hand finds your lower abdomen and he pins you to his bed, keeping you still while he works on your pussy.
You can feel your walls clenching around him, and Seungcheol releases a groan of pleasure. It adds to your own feeling of euphoria that clearly heâs enjoying this. He hadnât been lying when he said heâs usually a giver, and the fact that he doesnât see this as a chore has you able to enjoy it fully, unlike certain past experiences where men had to be begged into eating you out.
Sex with Seungcheol - even foreplay like this - feels so natural. Youâre not as in your head as you usually are, with his nonverbal communications and moans, you can be certain heâs enjoying this as much as you are, and it gives you the confidence to give yourself over completely to the pleasure.
Sex should always be like this, you realize.
Thereâs no pressure, no worrisome thoughts, itâs just two souls connecting physically in a way thatâs mutually beneficial.Â
Having not been eaten out in a long time, itâs not surprising that youâre extremely sensitive, and Seungcheol works you all the way to the edge before you can even comprehend whatâs happening.
âCheol-â you whimper, threading your fingers in his hair, âIâm gonna-â
You donât get to finish your sentence, he sucks harshly on your clit, and your words become moans as your orgasm surges through you.
His hand on your abdomen keeps you steady as he works you through your high, sucking on your clit until your legs are shaking on his broad shoulders.
Seungcheol pulls away, and you open your eyes to watch him wipe the back of his mouth, licking his fingers clean.Â
âStill want this?â he asks, hooking his fingers in the waistband of his jeans.
âMore than anything,â you smile.
A moment later, Seungcheol is as naked as you are, and he gets between your thighs again, lips returning to your own. He doesnât immediately slip his cock into you, instead, he grinds against your core, teasing your sensitive clit and driving you wild.
You kiss him eagerly, threading your fingers through his hair and groping his muscular shoulders, enjoying the feeling of him despite the need growing inside of you.
Youâre reminded again that thereâs no rush.
You can take pleasure in this without feeling like you need to be getting fucked to be worth something.
Youâre a hundred percent sure that if youâd told Seungcheol youâre not ready for sex, he would have stopped, cuddled you, and not taken it personally. Thereâs this feeling that Seungcheol is going to be around for a long time- and as crazy as it is with how short of a time youâve known him, you know that your connection runs deeper than your physical attraction.
Seungcheol shifts slightly, grabbing at his cock. You bite at your lip while you wait for him to line it up with your core, and you break your kiss, panting. Your eyes meet as he slips the head of his length into your wet hole, and you both groan at the feeling.
âFuck,â Seungcheol moans, sinking in inch by inch. âYou feel so fucking good.âÂ
âYou feel better,â you retort, kissing his cheek and nuzzling his nose.
âImpossible,â he grins, burying his face in your throat as he begins to fuck you.
You claw at his shoulders, crying out with each thrust. He fills you so well- he has probably one of the biggest cocks youâve ever taken, and the way he stretches you out is like heaven, like he was made to be in your pussy.
The sounds heâs making are unlike any other pleasured noises youâve ever heard.
Nothing has ever felt this right.
Seungcheolâs uninjured hand finds your own, and he laces your fingers, squeezing you reassuringly as he fucks you harder, his speed increasing.
His lips are hot on your neck, and it feels delightful. You love just laying back and taking everything heâs giving you. Heâs so big, like a warm, weighted blanket covering your form.
Your toes are already curling at how deep heâs hitting, and your thighs shake desperately around his hips.
âCheol-â
âYes, baby?â he asks.
âYou just- fuck, this feels so good-â
âYou deserve to feel good,â Seungcheol tells you. âYou work so hard for others, Iâm lucky I get to be the guy working for you.â
Your heart swells at his words. Past boyfriendsâ haven't ever truly appreciated how hard it is to be an emergency room nurse. You spend your whole shift taking care of others, and that high pressure, intense mentality bleeds into your personal life. It's a sweet relief to be the one on the receiving end, to relax and know that you can fully give yourself up to the pleasure and desire you feel, without feeling obligated to return this favour with future sexual gratifications.
Seungcheolâs lips meet your own, and you get lost in him, moaning desperately as he works your pussy open.
His thrusts slow, and he stays completely still inside of you for a moment, then pulls away.
âCan you shift onto your side for me?â he asks. âOne leg straight on the bed, the other thigh pulled closer to your chest.â
Itâs a position youâve never tried before, but you trust Seungcheol, and youâre quick to adjust. You lay half on your side, one leg stretched between his knees while you bring your other toward your breasts.Â
Seungcheolâs warm hand finds your thigh, and he helps bend you, his free hand guiding his cock to your pussy again.
When he pushes in this time, it feels even deeper, and you let out a squeak at the stimulation.
âYou like that?â he asks, hand moving from your thigh to your breast, where he gently pinches your nipple.
âSo deep- I feel so full-â you whimper.
Seungcheol only grins, and heâs an absolute vision in this position. Heâs practically on his knees, and his chest is all exposed and gorgeous. His tattoos are beautiful as he massages your breast with one hand, the other on your thigh, anchoring you while he fucks you.
Youâre not sure if itâs the sideways angle or what, but heâs hitting a spot that has your toes curling tight, your pussy clenching.
âFuck-â you moan.
âShit, I should have asked this before-â Seungcheol says, voice shaky, âdo I need to pull out or-â
âIâm on birth control,â you assure him. âYou can cum inside.â
âFuck,â Seungcheol groans, rutting into you even harder.Â
âKinda want you to fill me up,â you admit.
âYouâre way too sexy, baby, holy shit-â
You can tell your words are doing a number on him, and it makes your core throb with pleasure.
âCan you rub your clit?â he asks. âWant you to cum with me. I hate cumming alone.â
âYeah.â Your hand slips between your thighs awkwardly, and Seungcheol decreases his pace to give you a chance to catch up to his pleasure.
His movements are slower now, more precise, his cock hitting that spot deep inside that has you crying out again.
âYou look so good like this,â Seungcheol tells you. âMy pretty little nurse.â
For some reason, his words just do something to you, and your core throbs even harder. âCheol, Iâm close-â you warn him,
âTell me when youâre almost there and Iâll go fast again.â
You focus on the sight of him, on the tattoos and muscles, his strong features and the pretty dark curls. His small groans egg you on, and youâre at the edge in no time, giving him a nod. âOkay-â
He releases your breast, using both hands on your leg now to steady himself as he fucks you stupid, your whole body jolting with each motion. You let out a desperate whine, rubbing your clit even harder-
âFuck, fuck-â Seungcheol groans. âFeels so fucking good- fuck, cum with me, baby, cum with me-â
You moan in response, your core clenching down desperately on his cock as your orgasm explodes through you. Your whole body shivers with endorphins, heart racing in your chest.
Seungcheol throws his head back, releasing an extremely sexy groan as he cums with you, fingers digging into your skin as he thrusts slowly and deeply, working you through your orgasms.
You rub your clit until you canât take it anymore, tearing your hand away.
Seungcheol slumps forward, stilling completely, and you greedily grab at his shoulders. He collapses half on top of you, and you thread your fingers through his hair, panting hard.
His forehead rests against your own, and you both just try to catch your breath.
Youâve never felt connected to someone the way you feel connected to Seungcheol in this moment. Itâs all consuming, and it makes you emotional as you come down from your high.
Seungcheol must notice your shaky breathing because he opens his eyes and looks at you. âYou okay, baby?â
âIâm just-â you swallow thickly. âI donât know-â
You canât voice it, canât voice the way youâre feeling. There are so many thoughts swirling around in your head, so many past traumas rearing their ugly faces and making you second guess yourself-
âIâm yours, and youâre mine,â Seungcheol breathes, pressing a kiss to your lips. âIâm not going anywhere.â
And just like that, he can clear all of your anxieties, as if he was able to read your mind and see your fears.Â
Youâve always been drawn to bad boys, to men who you envision as some kind of dark protector- and now, you think youâve finally found the right one.Â
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Itâs been just under a year since you started dating Seungcheol, and through him, youâve found a family. Many trivia nights, and bowling excursions have been spent with Seungcheol, his friends, Sunmi, her sister, and her sisterâs boyfriend Jeonghan. Once youâd met everyone face to face, it had been much easier to track Sunmiâs convoluted explanation of her connection to the tattoo parlour, and itâs been a joy to become so close with so many wonderful people.
Sunmiâs sisterâs boyfriend, Jeonghan, is cousins with Mingyu and Wonwooâs girlfriend, whoâd had a beautiful baby girl this past January, and now, itâs the babyâs first summer. You donât mind the shift of hang outs to be more baby inclusive, and now, you find yourself at a campsite with the whole gang.
While everyone is quite enamored with the little baby girl, Haesoo, no one is more obsessed than your boyfriend Seungcheol. You always get to see him coddling her while out and about as a group, but in the past three days at this campsite, youâve contracted a serious case of baby fever.
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Was wondering if you'd consider Poly!Marauders, or any one of them, x Reader who's house is being broken into and they phone one of them or if Reader is walking home alone from a night out with her friends and someone starts following her?
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Sirius Black x fem!reader ⥠870 words
Anxiety crackles in your fingertips as you dial Siriusâ number. Every ring feels like a year off your life.Â
Sirius picks up on the third. âBeautiful,â he says in greeting.Â
âHey.â Your voice is light automatically, reluctant to make things seem dire when they might not be. âAre you busy?âÂ
âNever too busy for you.â You can hear him moving away from some noise. A television, maybe, or a group of people talking. âYou headed home already?âÂ
âMhm, yeah. Are youâŚwhere are you?âÂ
âAt the pub on King Street. You should come join, James is buying.âÂ
You hear some playful protest, presumably from down the table. âJames is buying,â he saysâjust invite the whole bloody town, why donât you? You stop listening as Sirius makes some jibe back.Â
Kings Street isnât far from you. You turn a corner and pick up your pace.Â
âYeah, Iâll come,â you say. âMaybe, um, would you want to meet me halfway?âÂ
Itâs an odd request, coming from you. You practically hear Sirius register this, his chair audibly scraping back and the voices in the background growing quieter as he moves away from them. His tone says it, too. âYeah, baby, âcourse. Whatâs up?âÂ
âIâm okay,â you say swiftly, though you donât know if thatâs strictly true. You donât feel very okay. But it seems a silly thing to act that way when nothing has happened. âIâm just, IâmâŚâ You lower your voice a tad. âI think maybe this guy is following me? I donât know.âÂ
âFollowing you?â Sirius sounds outside, now, the crowd noise dying away entirely. âWhere are you coming from?â
âIâm coming down Dalling now,â you reply, loud enough that the man about twenty feet behind might be able to hear. âPassing Blythe.âÂ
âOkay, Iâm coming. Is he walking close to you?âÂ
âNot very. Itâs probably fine, Iâm justâŚâÂ
âIâm coming,â Sirius says again. âStay on with me, yeah?âÂ
You do, though neither of you speak after that. Siriusâ speaker fills with the rushing of air, like movement, and you suspect if he was listening all heâd hear was your controlled breathing down the line. Youâre afraid to look behind you any more than you already have. Occasionally, though, you catch a glance in a storefront window angled just right. You convince yourself your pursuer is gaining.Â
You turn the corner onto Kings Street, about to update Sirius over the phone when a figure crashes into you.Â
You take in a panicky breath, throat tightening on a scream, as hands land on your shoulders to steady you. Sirius has an odd look on his face, alarm fading to relief in the second before he hauls you to his chest.Â
âSorry.â He sounds breathless, like heâs been running. âIâm sorry. Hi, baby.âÂ
âHi.â You clutch at him. You wonder if you might be shaking. âDo youâdo you see him? Blue shirt.â
âI see him.â Siriusâ hand splays protectively over your mid back. He keeps you pressed close to him, staring your pursuer down over your shoulder. You know the power of a Sirius Black glare. Youâve never been on the receiving end of a real one, thankfully, but youâve seen it do its work on occasion. You donât envy the other man.Â
âI donât know for sure if he was following me,â you murmur. âHeâs just been there for a long time. It was making me nervous.âÂ
âI think he was.â Siriusâ tone is also quiet, though not infirm. âHeâs seen us, though, I think heâs about to turn. Just a second, lovely.â He kisses your forehead, his grip never loosening. âYou okay?âÂ
âYeah,â you say, though your hold isnât easing either.Â
Sirius kisses your head again. You feel the breath he lets out fan warmly over your skin. âHe turned. Heâs gone.âÂ
You squeeze him impossibly tighter, frantic with relief. Youâre definitely shaking.Â
âHeâs gone.â Sirius gives you a good press before adjusting his hold, keeping his arm around your shoulders but pointing you toward the pub. âItâs okay. Fuck, Iâm glad you called. I was scared I wouldnât get to you in time, but you were moving faster than I gave you credit for.â He rubs the flat of your chest where youâd collided with him. âSorry for ramming into you.âÂ
âDonât be sorry,â you chide, keeping practically melded to his side as you walk. âThank you for coming. Really.âÂ
Your boyfriend tsks. âCourse, sweetness. Howâd you end up walking home by yourself, anyways?â His tone turns a bit chiding, the sort you suspect would be worse if Sirius werenât still feeling sorry for you. âYou can always call me, you know that.âÂ
Sirius doesnât like when you walk anywhere alone, especially at night. You do it more often than he knows. You might do it a tad less often for a while, though.Â
âI know,â you say, contritely enough that he kisses your head again, a truce bestowed. âJust, thank you.âÂ
âStop with that.â He pulls you closer to his side playfully. âYou donât have to thank me, you freak. I hope you are ready to tell tales of my heroism, though. I just got up and ran out without saying anything; James is going to have lots of questions.â
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The Girlfriend Experience

Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Eddie doesnât think heâs cut out for dating. Self-resigned to a life of one and done hookups, youâre determined to make him see that he has the capacity to be a worthy companion⌠for when the right girl comes around. Fake Dating AU, classic corny fic for a fav corny troupe, Stranger Things canon divergent ofc, 18+ smut (see warnings below), big dick energy but also slightly emotionally unavailable!Eddie, yada yada yada, you know the drill.Â
Content warnings: AFAB reader with she/her pronouns, use of y/n, alcohol, smoking the devilâs lettuce, mention of panty stealing, food consumption, semi-public sex, fingering, PIV, Dom-ish!Eddie, oral (m and f receiving), pierced dick Eddie because I said so!, unprotected PIV sex, hair pulling, mild angst but nothing too angsty just like one heated conversation and Eddie feeling a little worthless but happy ending I promise
Word Count: 20k ahhhhhh!!!
A/N: Thanks to all those who comment and reblog! Your feedback and engagement makes my heart soar and keeps me motivated to write this filth! Sorry for the gargantuan length, in very-me fashion I always ending up writing one behemoth fic every so often rather than just separating it out into chapters. Also, realizing after the fact that I use the brand name âGoodwillâ a lot in this fic, which maybe not everyone might know is a thrift store, not sure if thatâs just an American thing or not but figured it was worth noting.Â
âI guess Iâm just not boyfriend material, ya know?â Eddie shrugs.
âDonât say that, Eds,â your eyebrows pinched together, âdifferent qualities are important to different people. Not everyone is looking to date a Steve, or a Brian, or a whoever. Iâm sure someone is out there looking for an Eddie.â
âItâs not that,â he shot a look towards Steve, who, despite your analogy, was unfortunately everyoneâs type and the textbook definition of boyfriend material.
âI just donât think Iâd be very good at gooey romance stuff, or even like, passable boyfriend behavior. I mean, look at me, I hardly take care of myself, Iâm loud, I have no money, Iâm basically every dadâs worst nightmare, do I need to keep going?â
âThe nightmare thing can actually be a bonus,â Steve chimes in, âthe whole bad boy persona can be a huge draw for most girls.â
âSure Steve,â Eddieâs voice grows exasperated, âIâm the mysterious bad boy until they realize Iâm a huge loser who runs not one but two dungeons and dragons groups. Real fuckinâ attractive Iâm sure that is.â
âShows youâre committed to somethingâŚâ you trail off when his eyes tell you to stop coming up with a positive spin for every excuse he gives.Â
This whole discussion had started because of something that happened at the bar last night. A small group of you decided to meet up for drinks, your usual group of pals. It was a Thursday, so the bar wasnât too busy. Your friends all squished into a booth in the corner, chatting and catching up over a plate of shared nachos, when Robin started making frantic gesture at you and Steve.
âPlease just say what youâre trying to say instead of this elaborate charade,â Steve makes a few mocking hand signals back at her.
âOkay, one at a time, and keep it subtle,â her voice lowered to a whisper, for some reason, âover at the bar, some girl is totally flirting with Eddie.â
You and Steve both turn around. âI said not at the same time!â She whisper yells.Â
There was, in fact, a pretty girl with shiny hair and glossy lips doing a half fake laugh and pressing her manicured hand to Eddieâs bicep. You whip back around to find Robin with her mouth hanging open in a âcan you believe this is happeningâ way.Â
âGood for him,â Steve swivels back around too, âSheâs pretty hot.â
You return to your nachos, pretending there wasnât a ping of jealousy in you. Eddie was your friend, that had been made abundantly clear.
When Robin introduced you to all her friends from high school, you had easily gotten along with all of them. You especially got along with Eddie. He was funny, authentic, abrasive at times, but a truly good person at his core, creative, protective, you could go on.
After getting to know him a bit, and developing a budding crush, you had made a few passes at him. Nothing too forward, just small compliments here and there, open ended offers to hang out that never lead anywhere.
Itâs not like he flat out rejected you, but any feelers you were putting out to see if there was potential there were met with him looking past your flirtatious intent and just being his goofy, friendly self. He treated you exactly the same way he treated everyone else, which was awesome, except for when it wasnât.Â
âOh no,â Robinâs gaze was not subtly fixed on the unfolding scene at the bar, you and Steve watched her face drastically shift from confused, to a cringe, to an eye roll.
Still half whispering, as if Eddie could even hear your corner of the bar, âHeâs totally blowing it. DONâT both turn around at the same time again.âÂ
âOkay, so,â she starts before either of you can even confirm that you want to know, âshe was totally laying it on thick, like you could see it from all the way back here. And he must have said something off putting, cuz all of a sudden she like went cold on him and pranced away. Shhhhh, okay okay, heâs coming back.â
She was acting as if she wasnât the only one gossiping. You and Steve were innocent bystanders in all this.Â
âWHAT was that?â She immediately blurts out when Eddie returns to his seat, fresh drink in hand.Â
You and Steve share a side glance to sigh at Robinâs inability to be subtle, god bless her. Eddie shifts around awkwardly and lets out a forced dry laugh, taking a long sip from his drink before facing the wrath of a curious Robin.Â
âOh, that,â he gestures to the bar as if she could be asking about anything else, âsome girl. Not sure.â
âNot sure? Eddie she was FLIRTING with you,â Robin all but yelled, causing Steve to scan the bar to see if the girl in question had landed somewhere within earshot.Â
âI know that,â he hisses, âShe just⌠wasnât my typeâŚâ
âOkay sure, hot girl in a tube top and no bra isnât your type, riiiiight,â Steve rolls his eyes.
âItâs just,â Eddie was so over this inquisition, âshe asked if I wanted to get coffee.â
You, Steve, and Robin all give him a blank stare, trying to decipher what he could possibly have against getting coffee with a hot girl.Â
âThatâs like,â he gets defensive, detecting the wall of confusion facing him, âsomething people do on a date. Coffee is serious, and Iâm not a very serious guy.â
âWhat do you mean âcoffee is serious,â coffee is like, as casual as you can possibly be?â Steveâs tone now emulated Robinâs from earlier, half whispering, half yelling, all scolding towards his friend.Â
âThatâs just not really my speed. Coffee dates and flowers and hand holding and all that,â he was avoiding eye contact with all three of you, âYeah, she was hot, sure, and maybe if she had been like âhey lets go fool around in the bathroomâ then I wouldnât be here having this lame ass conversation with you three. But I donât do coffee dates, so Iâm not gonna waste her time and pretend like Iâm that sort of guy when Iâm just not.âÂ
âWell good on you for not leading her on, cuz Iâm sure you could have agreed to the coffee date and still gotten lucky in the bathroom,â Steve mumbles, and you smack the back of his head lightly to scold him.Â
âSo you only date girls whoâll fuck you in a bar bathroom the first time you meet?â You redirect your now equally scolding energy to Eddie.
âNo!â He runs his hands through his hair, âI donât date. Anyone, really. At all. Ever.â
âOh,â you think for a minute, realizing in your few years of friendship you never had seen him with anyone, or heard him mention a romantic interest of any sort.Â
Leading you to your present conversation, you and Steve continuing to question Eddie on his decision to reject the hot tube-top girl at the bar and why he felt like coffee was such a scary commitment.Â
âYou guys know me,â he continued to defend his stance, âIf I took that girl out for coffee she probably would have picked some fancy hoity toity place and I wouldnât know what anything on the menu meant, Iâd probably spill something or like, get crumbs everywhere, and the bill would be way more than two coffees should be. It would have been a waste of both our time.â
He was staunchly refusing eye contact with the two of you, knowing heâd be met with something along the lines of pity.Â
âFine, weâll drop the subject,â you shoot a look to Steve, âbut I just need to make sure you understand that not every girl likes expensive coffee, or flowers and handholding, or whatever your expectation of girls and dating is. Thereâs plenty of girls who have similar interests to you, who feel the same way about PDA and mushy romance stuff that you do. You do know that, right?â
âOf course I do, y/n,â you could practically feel his eyes rolling at you, âbut girls like that sure as fuck arenât here in Nowhere, Indiana. Even if she was, Iâm sure Iâd still find a way to fuck it up given that Iâve had exactly zero serious girlfriends and the closest thing to a date Iâve ever been on is when you me and Steve pooled our ski ball tickets to win that ugly stuffed turtle.â
The memory of what you had all agreed to be the worldâs ugliest stuffed animal caused all of you to crack a smile. Steve had silently agreed to change the subject, not wanting to dig Eddie any deeper into his pit of self despair.Â
Steveâs mouth was half open, about to suggest that the three of you have a smoke and watch one of the rental movies he brought over, the words just about to escape him when you harshly cut off any chance at ending the pity-party.
âDate me!â You exclaim, without much thought. The shocked look from both boys caused you to rapidly back pedal , âYou can date me, as practice!â You said it as if it was the simplest concept in the world.Â
When met with gaping mouths and confused stares you continue on, âYou and I can be fake boyfriend-girlfriend for like, a month, and Iâll tell you everything you do wrong, and like generic doâs and donâtâs, so that way the next time some hot girl hits on you, you can be all like âCoffee isnât really my thing pretty lady, but Iâd be down to get drinks sometimeâ,â you did a silly impression of Eddieâs voice, and then switched to a high pitched one to impersonate what you assumed the girl at the bar sounded like, âand then sheâd be all like, âOh yeah that sounds greaaaaat, getting coffee is just like, a generic catch-all thing that most people say when they want to get to know someone better, but you can buy me a drinkâ and then the two of you will ride off into the sunset and itâll be great.â
Still no reply.
âIt wonât be all romantic and gooey, I promise I wonât make you do anything you donât want to. Itâd be a way for you to get some honest feedback and catch up with the stuff most people have to learn the hard way.âÂ
âI suppose you are the most brutally honest person I know,â Eddie doesnât sound convinced.Â
Steve just looked between the two of you with eyebrows raised, not knowing if giving his opinion on the matter would be appreciated or not. âI guess I wouldâve appreciated someone telling me that most girls donât want to be asked out with a pickup line from a John Hughes movie, would have saved me a few dozen rejections.â
âIâm pretty sure Robin did tell you thatâŚâ
âI donât know y/n,â Eddie scratches his head.Â
âItâll be easy. Ask me out.â
âHuh?â
âAsk me out, for practice, ask me out on a date like Iâm a pretty girl you met at some metal show or a DnD convention or something like that,â you stand in front of him with your hands out as if to prompt him to say something.Â
âWill you go out with me?â He sounds more like heâs asking himself if he even wants to be asking the question.
âNo.â
âWhat the hell!â He throws his hands up.
âI said no because that wasnât a very good effort. Go out where? To do what? Youâre asking me, a pretend stranger, out on a date Eddie, not if I want to go have a smoke with you.â
âUghhhh,â he spun around and tried to get some sympathy for Steve, who unfortunately was on your side with this one.Â
âA compliment or two doesnât hurt as well,â Steve added, deepening Eddieâs groan.Â
âHey pretty stranger lady,â his voice was laced with sarcasm, but at least it wasnât disdain, âyou seem reallyâŚâ he hesitated to find his words, âcool? Would you like to come see my band play this weekend at The Hideout? We-â
âNo,â you cut him off.
âWHA-â
âEddie, you canât ask a girl to watch Corroded Coffin play for your first date with her, thatâs like date four or five material, no girl wants to go sit by herself at a bar to watch some guy she just met play an hour of heavy metal. She would have to know you a little bit more for that to feel organic. Pick something more generic, like coffee.â
âI think you seem cool, would you like to get coffee with me?â it all came out as one monotone mumble from him.Â
âSure,â you wait for him to lift his head up to make eye contact with you, âBut coffee isnât really my thing, maybe we can go out for drinks?â
âOh fuck off,â he flopped back onto the couch next to Steve.Â
âSee, now we have our first fake date, and then you can ask me to be your fake girlfriend, and then youâll be so comfortable with emotional vulnerability that you can find a real girlfriend to take on real dates.â
âYeah, I suppose it could be beneficial,â Eddie was slowly coming around to the idea. He knew that he was oddly charismatic at times, but he was just always too self conscious to follow through with the whole romance thing.
This maybe wasnât a bad idea, because he knew you werenât the kind of person who would make fun of his hobbies, or put him down if he slipped up, the sorts of things he was always afraid of girls doing. Sure, heâll agree to the girlfriend experience.Â
After a night of movies and pizza with Steve fake-third-wheeling, you made sure Eddie knew that the fake-date was actually happening, that the two of you would go out for drinks this weekend as your first official practice date.Â
After giving it a bit of thought, you realized that you and Eddie had never hung out alone. In your feeble attempts at flirting with him all those months ago you had invited him to have movie nights or grab a bite to eat, but he always showed up with Steve and or Robin in tow.
As the night of the fake-date rolled around, youâd be embarrassed to admit it to him, or Steve, who didnât care to hide how skeptical he was about this whole idea, that you went through your normal pre-date routine. You took some extra time on your hair and makeup, exfoliated in the shower, chose an outfit you felt confident in, added a few spritz of perfume for good measure too.Â
Eddie rolled up in his van, only a few minutes late, but a few minutes was very impressive compared to his typical chronic tardiness. The two of you agreed to just grab some food and drinks at your usual spot, considering you and Steve openly agreed that it would be a good first date spot in theory.Â
âHey,â he reaches across the center console to pop the door open for you, âyou look nice.â
It took you a second to register as you settled into the passenger seat, and then whip around with your arm outstretched to give him a high five. He scrunches his face at you.
âHigh five me Eddie, that was really good! I know you usually open the door for me anyways, but the compliment right away, A+,â you flop your hand down to gently slap his, still gripping the steering wheel.Â
âDonât patronize me, y/n,â deep down he knew you werenât trying to talk down to him, and deep down he hadnât even given complimenting you a second thought, he really did think you looked great in your date get-up.Â
On the ride over to the bar, the two of you discuss some logistics. Considering all of this is just practice dating, you donât expect Eddie to pay for you, but you explain that in theory if he had been the one to ask you out then he should be the one to pay for the first date.Â
âTo me itâs less of a gender thing and more of a who asked out who thing, but I know some people would abide to the stereotypical âthe man always paysâ standard, which is why youâd just have to be honest on date like two or three about what you enjoy doing and what sorts of things are in your budget. You can still have fun and be thoughtful without spending a lot of money.â
He asked a few questions, like if he should have gotten you flowers for a first date, or what he should do if someone asks to go to a fancy restaurant that he surely couldnât afford. You tried your best to give solid advice, but always reminded him that every person is different and every relationship is different, so all he can do is be honest.Â
You take up a spot at the bar and both order for yourselves, splitting some fries and slipping into some easy conversation.Â
âAm I supposed to, like, beat someone up if a guy tries hitting on you in front of me or something like that?â you nearly choke on your drink at his question.Â
âEddie, no,â you answer, also questioning, âwhy the hell would you ask me that?â
âI donât know,â he shrugged, âMy buddy Jeff was with his girlfriend at this punk show before they were even together, and some guy made a creepy comment to Amanda and Jeff just decked the guy in the face. He sayâs thatâs what made her want to date him, cuz he defended her honor or whatever.â
âI guess thatâs sort of circumstantial, but I prefer my dates to not engage in any sort of violence,â you sip your drink, âeven if itâs for my honor. Iâd like your face a lot less if you were all bruised up.â
âWell I never said I would get hit,â the two of you were laughing a bit now.
Over a few cocktails you went over some first date etiquette with him. PDA and being touchy, how to follow her lead and gauge if sheâs the type who wants everyone at the bar to know youâre together, or keep it strictly platonic to start. How far of a grip on the leg is too far up, that sort of thing. Â
âSo if she does something like this,â you fake laugh a bit too loud and, lean into his personal space, and then run your hand from his slender down his arm, âthat doesnât necessarily mean she wants to fuck you, but itâs pretty close. Youâve at least got a green flag to get a little closer to her, tell her she looks nice, maybe offer to buy her a drink.â
âI know how to tell if someone finds me attractive, y/n, Iâm not stupid,â he said casually, âobviously that girl the other night was hitting on me, Iâm not blind. I wasnât going to ask to buy her a drink or try and get lucky in the bathroom because I was out with my friends. I can find a quick fuck in a bar on my own time. I was having fun with you guys, I wasnât going to abandon all of you to talk to some stranger, even if she was hot.â Â
âOh,â you processed his comment, âSteve would be happy to know he ranks above tube-top girl.â
âSteve would be happy to be above tube-top girl in any context,â he jokes.Â
âYou really just find random girls in bars to fuck?â You question, not in any sort of judgmental way, just curious.Â
âNot specifically, I guess I did make myself sound like some serial bar-bathroom type of guy. I never really had girls interested in me when I was in high school, at least the first four years of it. Then when we started playing regular gigs at The Hideout it was a little easier to find girls who were interested, but it was always that they were more into fucking some guy who could play guitar and was in a band, so it usually just always happened on-site, probably cuz they had an actual boyfriend or husband to go home to. Girls think Iâm fun. Which isnât untrue, I do enjoy a romp in the Hideout bathroom, or the back of my van, or wherever we end up.â
âSo thatâs what all those blankets are back there for,â you say with a fake scowl, referring to his van set-up.Â
âNot exclusively! They make a cozy nest for smoking blunts and listening to tapes too!âÂ
You return to your drink, trying not to think too hard about the girls that Eddie brings to bar bathrooms or his van or wherever.Â
âI just find the energy of those situations very different from like, talking and getting to know someone. Fucking is easy. Iâm not interested in ruining that by adding emotions and the looming feeling like sex is contingent on me acting a certain way or checking a certain number of boxes for someone.âÂ
He shrugged, and you could understand where he was coming from, sometimes a quick fuck or hookup could be cathartic and easy. But it also saddened you to think that Eddie believed he had to get in and out before the person on the other end got the chance to know him.Â
Moving away from the subject of his inability to be emotionally vulnerable, the two of you practice some cheesy âfirst dateâ questions as you had called them. As your drinks started to settle into your system you were having more fun being silly with him, pretending to be a stranger on a first date.Â
âWhenâs your birthday?â You ask, twirling your drink straw with your finger and making some fake flirty eyes at him to accentuate the facade of asking him a bunch of questions you mostly knew the answers to.Â
âAugust 9th,â he flips his hair over his shoulder, joining in on your fake ostentatious flirting.Â
âOh my gosh, a Leo! This will never work out, cuz Iâm an asparagusâŚâ
The two of you nearly fall out of your bar stools laughing, realizing you meant to say Sagittarius.Â
âOkay, letâs get you home Asparagus,â he helped you up, having kept his drinking to a minimum so he could drive you home.Â
âWait, wait,â you grabbed his arm as the two of you exited the bar, âcan we go back to your trailer?â
He raised an eyebrow at you, âthatâs a little presumptuous for a first date missy.â
âNo, no, this isnât girlfriend y/n asking, just regular friend y/n, who thinks it would be a lot of fun to smoke and watch a movie without Steve there spewing all his annoying fun facts, like, we get it, you read the little insert inside the tape while you were bored at work!â
Eddie did agree that the idea of packing a bowl and watching a few movies with you didnât sound too different from what his plans would have been otherwise, so he agreed, as long as you promised not to give him any dating advice while hanging out as friend y/n and not girlfriend y/n.Â
Although you promised to try your best, you immediately started lecturing him on t-shirt borrowing and the potential weight that could hold in a relationship when he offered to give you some more comfy clothes to change into.Â
âItâs important to know!â You emerged from the bathroom in one of his oversized shirts and a pair of boxers, âSome girls are very touchy about it. Any shirt you lend her to sleep in, you have to be willing to sacrifice for life.â
âFor life?!â Eddie finishes making a bowl of popcorn for the two of you, swallowing his words when he sees you in his clothes, an unidentifiable emotion rising in him at the sight of you so cozy and integrated into his space.Â
âWell maybe not life,â you plop down onto the couch, âbut do NOT ask for it back. Most girls will give it back once it stops smelling like you.â
âIf she gets my shirt, can I have her underwear?â He asked without thinking, the weed he had just smoked with you hitting him a bit too hard in that moment.Â
âOh my god,â you squeal and bury your face into a pillow, âla la la la, pretending like I didnât hear that!â
âIâm just saying!â He laughs at you, now curled up into a ball, âfair is fair, right?â
âI guess it depends on the girl,â you mumble.Â
âSo Iâm guessing not you, by your reaction.â
âEddie!â You smack him with a pillow, âI donât know, no oneâs ever asked!â
âIf my girlfriend isnât going to ask before stealing my shirt for an indefinite amount of time, I think that gives me panty privilege.â
âWow Eddie, if I had known you were such a perv I wouldâve reconsidered being your fake girlfriend,â you say sarcastically, with no real judgement behind it. The idea of him wanting to steal your underwear dampens them ever so slightly.Â
âDonât worry babe, I wonât do anything pervy to you unless you ask nicely,â he shoots a wink at you, which you meet with an eye roll and a turn away to hopefully hide the heat rising in your cheeks.Â
The two of you carry out your platonic movie night as planned. You suppressed any urge to note on his actions from a romantic lens, and he ignored the itching desire to sling his arm around your shoulder or pull your legs into his lap to get more comfy on the couch.Â
âCan I sleep here Eddie,â you ask after movie two, âtoo sleepy to move.â
âSure, I can take the couch and you can have my bed. Itâs been a minute since I washed the sheets but it shouldnât be too badâŚâ
âNonono,â you mumble, âYour legs will totally hang right off the end of this thing. Iâm conked out anyways, I can crash right here I promise.â
âIgnoring that youâre my fake girlfriend, Iâm not letting you sleep out here on this lumpy thing. Youâre taking the bed, no arguments.â
He helps you up from the couch, letting you keep the blanket thatâs wrapped around you, snaking his arm underneath it and pulling you from the couch by your lower back. You were slightly taken aback by his assistance, body still limp from your relaxed state, your torso easily arching into his. Your arms fly up to grab his shoulders, steadying yourself with an awkward giggle.Â
âIn the real world, a time like this would be good for a first kiss,â you make note of your closeness, the way he swept you up off the couch and held you steadily as you made your way to your feet.Â
âI know that, y/n,â his face was closer to yours than it had ever been, making your words hitch in your throat.Â
âWell, Iâm just saying,â you turn your head to avoid the tension, âIâm sure the way you kiss your bar-hookups isnât the way most girls whoâre looking to date you long term want to be kissed for the first time.â
âOh yeah? And how do you presume that goes?â He kept his hand planted on your lower back.
You pretend to act wildly drunk, throwing yourself at him and letting your limbs go a bit heavier than they already were. âOhmygod guitar man, Iâve had like, six dirty Shirleys, please finger bang me in the bathroom,â you slur your words and let your tongue loll out the side of your mouth as if to lean in for the worldâs sloppiest and most uncoordinated kiss.
âFirst of all,â his voice was very serious, âI donât hook up with girls who are too inebriated to stand, letâs get that straight. As a matter of fact, I wouldnât even have our first fake kiss like this on account of the drinking and smoking, gotta make sure youâre in the right headspace. Secondly,âÂ
He spins you around and quickly backs you up against the wall that stood a few feet behind the couch. His hand sliding up in between your shoulder blades, blanket now slumped around your waist, his other hand suavely cupping the side of your cheek, His hips angled into yours, pinning you back against the vinyl, almost collapsing back into it.Â
He pressed against you, not aggressively, but enough to let you know that if you were to try and squirm away he had the capacity to keep you right where he wanted you. He accomplished this all in one elegant motion, leaving you a bit dazed.
As you started to snap into reality, he moves his hand from your cheek down to grab your chin in between his thumb and the knuckle of his pointer, angling your face directly up at him.Â
âIf you were some girl in a bar, it would be like this.â
The moment before your brain turned to absolute mush, you silently cringed at the thought of what you must look like, mouth hanging open, eyes glassed over, body instinctively sinking into his touch. Pathetic, you were sure of it.Â
Sure, Eddie did think you looked a little helpless, but he also thought you looked perfect. Exactly as he had imagined you to in this situation. Of course he had thought about you before, like that.
Of course he had felt an immediate spark with you when you had first met. But he never flirted back, or lead you on, because as much as he was attracted to you and enjoyed your company, he knew that it wouldnât work out. He wasnât relationship material, and you were the picture perfect girlfriend that he didnât deserve.Â
He spoke directly into your parted lips, mouth hovering just far enough away to toe the line of âholy shit, is he going to?â But no, as he made very clear, he wouldnât kiss you under these conditions. He had made his point, and slowly backed off and let you find your footing.Â
As soon as he was sure that you were steady, he backed away and started down the hallway.Â
âI might have an extra toothbrush stashed away somewhere, let me lookâŚâ he ducked into the bathroom, leaving you stunned in the kitchen, head swimming and your stomach traveled up into your throat.Â
He was teasing you, he must be. That was his little way of getting back at you for thinking you could give him dating advice. If he was unsure about his capacity for romance, he was going to make sure you knew he was more than capable in other ways. Understood.Â
You shook your head, weeding through your inner monologue of how he could possibly look at you like that and then just walk away. Your shock gave him just long enough for you to to not notice him splashing cold water on his face in the bathroom while he âlooked for a toothbrush.âÂ
The two of you decided to ignore the lingering tension from the events in the kitchen, not a peep of fake-girlfriend talk from you for the rest of the night. He did find you that toothbrush, and the two of you moved through a too-easy domestic routine of getting ready for bed.Â
You told him that you wouldnât be able to sleep if you knew he was cramped on that couch, and that you were fine with sharing a bed. You mumbled something about getting around to bed sharing etiquette at some point anyways, and sleepily pulled him into being your little spoon.Â
Eddie lay there, trying not to twitch or fidget, relaxed as best he could into your cuddled form thinking about how horrible of an idea all of this was. He was convinced all it would take is roughly ten more minutes of you burying your face into his hair and making cute little sleepy noises for him to fall irreversibly in love with you.Â
But what was he supposed to do? Move and wake you up? Never.Â
You rolled around enough in the night to wake up in a less intimate position than when you had fallen asleep. You knew Eddie was a deep sleeper, and took it upon yourself to creep out of bed and back into your day clothes, make a pot of coffee, and watc a bit of TV before he roused and joined you in the living room.Â
âWhy didnât you wake me?â He rubbed the crust from his eyes and was pleasantly surprised to see you had brewed a whole pot of coffee to share.Â
âYou looked so peaceful and cozy,â he shook his head at you, as if that was no excuse for letting him sleep an extra forty minutes. Â
After a slow morning, he agrees to drive you home.Â
âSo this is the part where I say âEddie, I had such a wonderful time on our date. Iâd love to do it again sometime.â And then you agree and tell me when youâre free. Itâs best to be super direct and make plans to get together again soon, cuz then itâs not an awkward whoâs-gonna-call-who-first sort of thing.â
âUh-huhâŚâ he stares at you blankly.Â
âBut for our sake, letâs just agree that Iâm in charge of planning our next date. Okay? Iâll do it from the perspective of what I think most girls would enjoy, so you can steal it for the future. Iâll call you later.âÂ
You hop out of his van before he can agree, and leave him with a âThanks for letting me stay over!â As you bound away from his view.Â
He squeezed his eyes shut the moment he caught himself checking your ass out as you walked away, and let his head rest down on the steering wheel. He was fucked. How the hell was he supposed to tell you that you needed to stop being his fake girlfriend without disrupting the homeostasis of your friendship?
On one hand he could lie and say he doesnât want your advice, making you think he didnât enjoy your company, which was entirely untrue. On the other hand he could tell you the truth, and you would never be friends the same way again.Â
He drove home with the music too loud, and patiently awaited your call later that evening to iron out the details of your second fake-date.Â
Per your instructions, he let you pick him up this time with the argument that you were the one taking him out this time. He didnât know what you had planned, but let himself fall to the mercy of whatever you had decided was an exemplary date fore him to âsteal in the futureâ.Â
You picked up two coffees and rolled up to the trailer park, popping a mix-tape he had made you ages ago.Â
âHey, I thought we said no paying for each other with fake-dating,â he objects to the coffee sat in the passenger cupholder, some abomination of mostly cream and sugar, the way you know he likes it.Â
âYes, thatâs true, but you smoked me up the other night, and this coffee was like a dollar fifty, so donât worry about it,â you give him a look that tells him to drink the damn coffee and not sass back, to which he complies, even though he smokes you up expecting nothing in return about every other weekend.Â
The two of you sip away and listen to Eddies âmust-know-to-be-my-friendâ mixtape and arrive shortly at the strip mall across town. This was a regular weekly stop for both of you, the strip of connected stores containing the Goodwill, a pet store, the pharmacy, and grocery. A pretty mundane collection.Â
âOkay, what are we doing at Gregâs?â Eddie gestures to the grocery store, the back of his mind running through the grocery list heâs been making for this week anyways.
âWhatâs the perfect date?â You ask, and answer for him, âa romantic picnic. But gathering supplies is half the fun. Picnic food supplies at Gregâs, some pills to get fucked up at the pharm, some turtles or something to let loose into the wild from the pet store, and then hats, cups, blanket, etcetera from the Goodwill.â
He turns to you with the most bewildered stare, which sends you into a fit of giggles.
âOkay, Iâm joking about the pills and the turtles,â you nudge his arm, âbut wonât it be sweet to get together some picnic supplies and then drive out to lookout point? We can still swing by the pet store to check out the ferrets though.â
To Eddie, the idea of a date involved him doing something he didnât want to do, some awkward small talk, and spending money on shit he truly thought was useless. This didnât sound half bad. You would âwork backwards so the food purchases come lastâ according to your reasoning, and he followed you in tow without any arguments into the Goodwill.
âSo Iâm thinkingâŚâ you start to wander into the aisles of used clothes and knick knacks, âmaybe a blanket? A basket would be sort of corny, but if we find one for cheap I donât see why not. Surely two glasses for drinking, and maybe some sun hats?â
Swiveling back around to see a half stunned Eddie, who was still processing how in the hell this was your idea of a romantic date, you grab his hand and pull him to the bric-a-brac section.Â
After it got through his thick skull that the same place he had uncomfortably tried on new pants throughout his growth spurt, and picked up his daily-worn leather jacket, had the same potential to provide some silly, cheap, used items to add some flair to this picnic.Â
Silly and cheap was right up Eddieâs alley. The two of you picked out mismatched champagne glasses, one with the engraved name of a couple who got married in 1943 and the other a flashy rose color with baby angel carvings dancing around the sides.Â
You luckily find an on sale beach blanket, and the two of you pick out some very goofy sun hats. A floppy farmers hat for you, and a bedazzled trucker hat spelling âhot mamaâ for Eddie.
Through the midst of your giggles and debate on whether you should buy a wooden bench to bring out to your picnic destination, Eddie found himself having a really good time with you.Â
As promised, you visited the pet store and checked out the ferrets and fish and geckos.Â
âIf you could have any pet, what would you want?â You asked him, noses pressed against the chinchilla enclosure.Â
âJaguar,â he said, a little too quickly.
âFor real, dummy,â you knock your hip into his.
âI donât know, we never had enough space or extra money for pets growing up, so maybe someday if I had enough room for it to run around Iâd like a dog or something,â he tells. Eyes still transfixed on the chinchilla behind the glass.Â
âI can see that,â you imagine Eddie with some mutt from the shelter, wrestling around and giving it lots of scratches behind the ears.Â
Skipping the pharmacy, you pop into the grocery store and assemble what may be the worldâs most eclectic picnic.Â
âThatâs the definition of a picnic, Iâm pretty sure,â you explain after Eddie insinuated that the gingersnap cookies you grabbed, along with grapes and a block of cheese, wasnât exactly a meal, âyou know, just a smorgasbord of whatever we want!â
Admittedly, Eddie had considered a handful of pretzels and a beer to be dinner on more than one occasion, so he couldnât argue with you. Quickly catching your drift, the two of you picked out an assortment of snacks and some ingredients for pb&j sandwiches.Â
âI thought picnics were supposed to be classy?â Eddie holds up the Wonder bread and bag of potato chips with a look that suggested his question was rhetorical.
Your response was simply to raise the, admittedly cheap, bottle of champagne you grabbed to accompany with your meal, more for the irony of drinking the bubbly liquid out of your new used glasses with your sticky sandwiches than anything else.Â
You pack your supplies into a tote bag, not having found a suitable basket at the thrift store, and drive across town to a dirt paved road that leads to a nice lookout point with a view of the lake.Â
âLetâs walk down the path a little bit, but not too far,â you grab the blanket and tote bag from your trunk, motioning for Eddie to put on his âhot mamaâ hat and carry your other auxiliary supplies, âI do not fuck with bugs.â
âIâll protect you,â Eddie puffs out his chest, making you both giggle.
âFrom bugs?â
âYeah, Iâll punch a mosquito right in the face, to defend your honor and all that.â
âI know I told you not to do that, but a mosquito might be the exception to the rule.â
You found a nice little clearing not far from the car, a spot that still had a nice view but was a bit more secluded. Eddie sat pressed right up next to you, making your sandwich âto be a proper gentlemanâ but simultaneously spilling a glob of jelly onto your leg.
âShit,â he doesnât think twice before leaning down and slurping the grape flavored blob off of your bare knee, tongue poking out and licking the spilt jelly from your skin.
âEddie!â You squirm away, barking out a surprised laugh.Â
âWhat! Your knee is clean, wouldnât want to waste perfectly good preserves, or a napkin.â
You feel your skin tingle where his lips had touched you, for only a moment, but you still felt it. He was so confident and casual in his movements, not having any hesitation to grab your hand or brush your hair out of your face. It wasnât under the guise of fake romance, he had always been like that. Not touchy, per se, just sure of himself. Youâd never seen Eddie do anything half assed, thatâs for certain.
After the conversation you shared the other night, you were unable to stop your mind from wandering to thoughts of what Eddie does with those girls in bars, if he touched him with the same confidence and sureness he put into everything else he did.Â
It was wrong to let your mind go to such dirty places about someone you considered a friend, but you couldnât manage to feel any guilt. He had offered that information freely, so who were you to punish yourself for staring a little longer at his fingers, conjuring up the context in which heâd bury them inside you against some grimy bar bathroom.Â
The date was all peanut butter smiles and bubbly laughter that floated up into the trees. Silly, yes, but neither of you could deny there was something sweet, maybe even romantic about it. A cheap meal in the woods shared between two friends in ill-fitting fifty cent hats, but an undeniable touch of romance lingered nonetheless.Â
Eddie started to realize that maybe the whole dating thing wasnât as uptight and scary as he had initially thought. It could be easy and fun, with the right person. And fuck, if he could even imagine doing this with anyone but you.Â
Like most things Eddie did, he did not consider any potential consequences before acting. You looked so pretty sitting there in the sunshine, sipping from your cheap âMartha & Dave â43â glass, a few sandwich crumbs dotting the corner of your mouth.
What else was he supposed to do other than lean over and wipe them away with his thumb, stroking your soft cheek and feel the warmth of your skin beneath his palm.Â
âYou had some,â he uses his other hand to motion at his own mouth, âand I suppose this is the sort of moment where Iâd ask if I can kiss you.âÂ
You find yourself a bit dumbfounded, his big stupid hand on your cheek and those big stupid puppy dog eyes unrelenting in making everything he says seem so genuine.
âAre you?â You find your voice, only half embarrassed at how shy it comes out.
âAm I what?â
âAre you asking me?â
âYeah,â his answer comes out in a way that insinuates that he never meant anything other than that, that he was always asking to kiss you, he wasnât asking in theory, in another universe, in the context of advice.Â
âOkay,â you found yourself behaving like Eddie, not really thinking of consequences before your words and actions spoke on behalf of your instincts.
Everything so far had been so easy. Your fake first date at the bar, curling up next to him in a haze, making up stories about what sort of people donated the fake palm tree or the Garfield mug at the Goodwill, imagining Eddie running around a yard with a puppy, lounging in the grass and eating your assorted picnic snacks. It was all effortless.
Suddenly, being kissed by Eddie sucked the ease from your lungs and sent your mind spiraling into a cacophony of bells and whistles and giant swirling red flags. If this is how he kissed you, casually across some half eaten peanut butter sandwiches, youâd spend the rest of your days yearning to know how he kissed someone with true intention.Â
Of course, his intentions were all there, but the lingering knowledge that all of this was happening under the umbrella of âyou giving him adviceâ or âhelping practice for the next girlâ poisoned any true feeling he poured into it. He cupped your cheek, soft, let his lips press into yours delicately for a moment before he felt your breath hitch, opening his mouth just enough to deepen the kiss and capture your lower lip fully.Â
He was more careful, gentle, methodic with his movements and so receptive to every little signal your body gave him, it was unlike any first-kiss, heat-of-the-moment-kiss, in-the-throws-of-passion-kiss, any of it. Like hell youâd ever tell him that, inflate that big ego that fuels his snippy comebacks at you, but Jesus, was it remarkable.Â
While at war with yourself internally, your heart was on the precipice of exploding in your chest from the way he snaked his hand into your hair and pressed his forehead against yours to catch a breath. You suck in a sharp breath and feel that stupid cocky smirk creep up onto that pretty mouth of his.
ââS that sufficient for a first kiss?â
âFuck offfff,â you were still a little out of breath, smacking his chest and flopping back down onto the picnic blanket, throwing your arms up and rolling your eyes at him, âif youâre so damn confident, maybe we just should fake break up, cuz you donât seem like you need my advice.â
âNooooo,âhe slumps down next to you, burrowing his head under your arm so he can pop up right next to your face, âIâm learning a lot, I promise! This date was so fun, and cheap! I would have never thought any of this could be remotely romantic. Iâm hopeless, y/n, look at me.â
He wriggles around and gives you a big fake pout, âIf left to my own devices I would probably do something horribly embarrassing or off-putting, likeâŚâ he digs his head into the crook of your neck and blew a fat, wet raspberry right into your skin, making you yelp and squeal, but his position half on top of you pins you down.Â
âSee!â He pulls up for air, you were in a fit of screaming giggles, âIâd go right in for a kiss and just,â and he does it again, leaving you gasping for air, trying your best to tickle his ribs to get him off of you, but not minding the close contact by any means.Â
âNow Iâm not so sure,â he pulls back to give you a minute to catch your breath, âit seems like you enjoyed that, so maybe survey says I should pull that move on the ladies.â
Your airy laughter subsided, but he stays half pinning you down to the blanket and the lumpy grass underneath.
âI didnât mean to give you the impression that Iâm not grateful for your help,â he says earnestly, catching your gaze, âitâs just⌠this isnât what I need help with.â
As his statement is processing, you find his lips back on yours, his torso pressed flushed with yours and his wild mane of hair coming down to curtain around your head. He doesnât take it too far, but kisses you as earnestly as he had before, giving your lip a slight drag with his teeth and running his hand up from your hip up the side of your ribcage, leaving you arching slightly into him by pure instinct.
Before your head got too dizzy again, before you could really throw yourself into it and say fuck it and kiss him back the way you secretly wanted to, he pulled back.
âThat.â his voice was even, you hated how needy you felt and how even keeled he could be milliseconds after stealing the air from your lungs, âItâs the rest of it,â he threw his hands up and gestured to all the food and knock knacks around you, âitâs this stuff that you make seem so easy, so forgive me if I lay it on a little thick when we get to the parts Iâm actually good at.â
âJust,â you sat up a bit, grounding yourself and formulating a response despite your brain looping the past twenty seconds back infinitely, âdonât do that again.â
âOkay,â he sat back and popped a grape into his mouth, âsorry.â
âDonât apologize,â you knocked his knee with yours, struggling to articulate how you felt without showing too much of your hand, deciding to just be candid, âI just- I liked that a little too much if you know what I mean. And this is strictly business, or education, maybe?â
âYou liked it when I pinned you against the wall the other night,â he said matter of factly, âI think you liked that a little too much too, and you still took me on this fake educational business date.â
âYeah, well, you caught me,â you threw your hands up in defense.
âWhich one is it though?â He asks and you donât quite understand, âare you a sweet kiss on the picnic kind of girl, or an up against the wall kind of girl?â
âThatâs none of your business, as far as fake-dating is concerned,â you say a little too quickly, âand no you canât have my panties.â
You say it with a smirk, but he doesnât press any further. He turns and does that Eddie-thing heâs so good at, just changing the subject and shifting the vibe completely away from what might have been a stale moment or awkward pause. He starts asking if you like green or purple grapes better, going off about how he used to put them in the freezer as a kid.Â
The remainder of your date went without a hitch, of course. You picked away at your picnic until the sun started to set, and once the sky started turning purple you made your way back to the car. The drive home consisted only of easy conversation and no further mention of the kiss, well, kisses that had transpired. He hopped out of the passenger seat with a âthank youâ and a âsee ya later alligator.âÂ
A scalding hot shower, a restless night of sleep, and too many cups of herbal tea the next morning did nothing to quell the noise in your head that blasted those moments over and over. You couldnât stop picking apart whether he had thought about it for even a millisecond, and felt embarrassed that you could think of nothing else.Â
It was simply an amplified version of what your whole friendship had been up until this point. You silently admiring him and wishing he would look at you the way you looked at him, and settling for friendship over heartbreak.Â
Pushing it aside to the best of your ability allowed you to get through your week, but you had the lingering feeling that the next time you saw him would strike you with warm cheeks and a scrambled mental state.
Guilt had started to seep in at the corners of your mind, but you reminded yourself that you shouldnât punish yourself for having romantic or sexual thoughts about someone you simply found attractive and compelling, it was your actions that would determine the validity of your guilt.Â
âLong time no see, loser,â Robin hollered from the pool table across the bar, where she was likely kicking Steveâs ass.Â
âYeah, yeah, sorry,â you shrug off your coat and plop down at their regular booth, knowing her jabs were entirely empty. You notice Eddieâs leather jacket hung up by the wall, and scan the bar to find him ordering a drink.Â
There was a silent mutual understanding that youâd keep the fake dating thing to a bare minimum when out with your friends like this. Even though Steve was well aware, and therefore Robin was too, you figured tainting your social time with the performance of romance is the exact reason Eddie turned down the girl at the bar in the first place.Â
âFor the lady,â Eddie waltzes over and hands you a drink.
âOh, thanks,â you take it with a confused smile, âyou didnât have to do that.â
âYou bought me coffee last weekend,â he sat across the booth from you, âplus Iâm trying to get better at buying drinks for pretty girls, right?â
You remind him that he doesnât have to keep tabs on things like coffee, but you appreciate the gesture regardless. As per the past few times youâd been out with your friends, you expected him to put a pause on the flirting, but it seems to be bubbling over tonight. You werenât complaining, but admittedly the arm around your shoulder or the noticeable way he checked you out when you got up to refill your drink took you by slight surprise.Â
Sneaking in to claim the always occupied dart board for a challenge against Eddie while he uses the restroom, you keep your eyes on the corner of the bar to signal him over once he returns.
âYou need a partner?â A man suddenly appears behind you, a little closer than youâd like but the bar was crowded, so youâll let it slide.Â
âOh, I was just waiting for-â
âLet me fill in until your friend gets here, we can get you warmed up, yeah?â His tone wasnât too pushy, but you didnât love the look he gave you when making that comment.
Awkwardly staggering for a second, unsure weather to just agree or tell him to fuck off, âHe really should be just a minute-â
âOr maybe less,â Eddie comes up right behind you and pulls you possessively into his side.
Your head whips up to see him with a devilish smile, his hand on your waist and the fire behind his eyes telling his guy to get lost.
âOh, sorry man,â the guy starts backing away with an apologetic look.
âYeah, better luck next time, pal,â Eddie snakes around to take the guyâs spot in front of the dart board.
He had his darts in hand and took his stance to start the match, gesturing for you to do the same.Â
âWhat was that,â you ask with a slight joking tone, but seriously curious.
âWhat?â He doesnât make eye contact and instead throws the first dart, âIâm not allowed to get fake jealous?â
âYouâre allowed to feel any fake emotion you want, I guess,â your tone is somewhere in between a joke and a question.Â
âYouâd feel fake jealous if I was getting blown in the bathroom by some chick rather than playing darts with you, I bet.â
âOkay,â your tone shifts to defensive, âgetting blown is very different than some guy asking to play darts with me.â
âI didnât like the way he was looking at you,â Eddie turns to face you, having thrown all his darts, âfor real.â
A moment lapsed where you didnât register that your mouth was hanging open in disbelief, the look in your eyes Eddie immediately clocked as lust and bottled up to store away for a later time.Â
âI knew the scary dog thing would work,â his âi-told-you-soâ tone rubbed you the wrong way, but he wasnât wrong, âyou said girls werenât into that, but you totally looooove that I defended your honor.â
âDonât give yourself too much credit, I said girls wouldnât be into it if you punched him,â you rolled your eyes.
âI donât know, babe, I think you liked the whole âback off of my womanâ act.â
You mumble out a âwhateverâ and let him have this win, which he was clearly reveling in, trying to focus instead at beating him at darts.Â
âJust donât pull shit like that on a first date, acting too possessive off the bat is a huge red flag for a lot of women.â
âI thought we werenât doing dating advice tonight?â You donât even have to look at him to know heâs got that stupid sarcastic smile.
âYeah I thought so too,â you fail at your attempt to beat him in darts, as well as your attempt to not flirt back with him.Â
He insists on collecting all the darts, picking up the ones haphazardly strews across the floor from failed attempts to hit the board.Â
âIâm no pro or anything, but I think youâd hit the board a lot more if you fixed your stance.â
âYeah, yeah, whatever,â you flip him the bird and take back your red tipped darts.Â
As you steady your arm to aim your first shot he comes up behind you and grabs your hips, causing you to let out an unexpected squeak. He adjusts your stance, not aggressively, but with some force, twisting your hips and using his big combat boot to sweep your foot around so you stood more sideways.Â
âYouâre standing straight on,â he backs up, allowing you to secretly catch your breath, âand all your shots are veering to the right. If you plant your feet more angled youâll hit the board.â
You wanted to roll your eyes at him, miss on purpose to show him heâs full of shit. You flippantly toss the dart, not trying particularly hard, and it hits. Not a bulls-eye or anything like that, but a lot closer than your previous attempts had been.Â
âGood girl,â he comments, leaning in to breech your personal space just enough to make your blood boil.
You drop the remainder of the darts in your opposite hand onto the floor and whip around to face him, half jokingly smacking him on the shoulder.Â
âOh my god, fuck off!â
Youâre met with his trademark shit-eating grin.
Truthfully, Eddie hadnât been able to keep his eyes off you all night. Heâd spent the night after your picnic date with his hand in bis boxers, squeezing his eyes shut and remembering the little gasp you had made when he grabbed your waist, the hum in your throat that bubbled up when he kissed you pinned against the blanket, that night and every night since.Â
âOh, you donât like that?â that joking tone he uses to cover up what he actually wants to say.Â
âShut up, you know I do,â you didnât even try to stifle your reaction, knowing it was his intent to get under your skin.
âHow would I possibly know that,â he playfully looks up at the ceiling and around the bar, hands clasped behind his back now, rocking back and forth on his heels.
âYou better cut that shit out, unless you plan on doing something about it,â you manage the most assertive tone your wobbly insides could muster, a little shocked at yourself for actually saying what you were thinking.Â
âIâm not much of a planner,â he gracefully takes a stance next to you and rips all three darts, not great shots, but all hitting the board, âIâm more of a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of guy, you know that.â
âWell your pants better make up their mind if youâre playing boyfriend tonight or not,â your insinuation was heavy but you had fumbled your hand, and he had already seen all your cards at this point, so there was no reason to bluff.
âThe real question is,â he leans in, his imposing figure crowding your space in a way that made your head spin, âdo you want me to play boyfriend? Or do you want me to play guy who fucks your brains out in the bar bathroom?â
Your eyebrows pinched together for a millisecond, and before he could decipher your expression you grabbed his hand and started storming through the crowds hoarded by the bar. Why the hell a seedy downtown bar has a single stall family bathroom with a changing table is beyond you, but you drag him inside and slam the lock down behind you.Â
âYouâre not allowed to treat me any differently after this,â you start to fall into the sinkhole of oh my god what the hell is about to happen, but are cut off by him pressing you against the closed door the exact way he had handled you against his kitchen wall that night weeks ago.Â
âNot unless you want me to,â he doesnât hesitate to get his mouth on yours, immediately pulling your mind from wondering what the vague sticky substance on the door pressing into your back could be.Â
âI mean, youâre not allowed to fuck me and then never talk to me again,â you say in between moving lips and tongues, giving him a moment to bury his face in your neck, "Promise me."
âOh donât worry about that,â he pulls back, âwe can go get coffee tomorrow and you can give me a full performance review. Promise.â
Your annoyed eye roll quickly turns into them fluttering shut as he licks a stripe up to the junction behind your ear that has you melted into a boneless puddle between his pressing hips and the door. He drags his teeth across your lobe while leaning into you with a black denim clad thigh.
âWhy donât we make a deal,â you let out, voice breathy and unfocused. Before he can even pull back to reply you continue, âif youâre half as good at this as you claim to be, and can make me cum in this dingy bathroom, Iâll let you take me back to your trailer and you can do whatever the fuck you want to me.â
He was leaning in to seal the deal with a kiss before he could even process your request, because yes of course, a million times yes heâs taking this deal. Despite the rouse of you playing bar hookup for the night, and despite the idea of bringing you back to his place and finally doing what heâs wanted since the day he met you absolutely terrifying him, he nods and kisses you.Â
Itâs electrifying. His confidence only spurs you on to kiss him harder, grip his hair a little tighter, say the things you would only imagine in the deepest parts of your mind. The feeling of his grin against your lower lip and his fingers quickly unbuttoning your jeans fuels your fire.Â
âYou sure you know what youâre getting into,â he mumbles playfully, pulling you away from the wall with a gasp and leading you over to the tiny built in counter against a mirror by the sink.Â
âWell Iâm certainly not letting you fuck me against any of these sticky surfaces,â you note as youâre lifted onto the counter covered in mystery substance, âand I think you need to earn it.â
Of course it was no surprise to you that Eddie was good with his fingers. You probably could have told anyone that long before this impromptu bathroom hookup. Egging him on and challenging him in a way you were sure he wasnât used to was well worth abandoning your assumptions.Â
âOh yeah? I think, if youâre lucky, Iâll earn it more times than you can count before the nightâs over,â he positioned himself in between your legs, pressing your torso into the mirror behind you as he leaned in for another heated kiss.Â
He pulled your ass to the edge of the counter, and looped his thumbs into the waistband of your unbuttoned pants. You were quick to assume that heâd yank the fabric right off your legs, preparing to lift your ass from the counter to assist.
Eddie paused, pulled back and gave you a look that asked âyouâre sure about this?â and when a dreamy smile spread across your cheeks he melted into you with a kiss that turned your stomach inside out and made your pussy flutter.
He snakes a hand from its grip on your torso down into your unbuttoned pants. You arched up into his touch, wanting to urge him to get on with it and get your pants and underwear out of the way, but appreciating how much he seemed to be reveling in feeling you for the first time.Â
âSo fuckin wet,â he mumbled against your lips, his fingers only feeling up your cunt from outside your underwear. He pressed the fabric into your slick center, following the path up to your clit and then teasingly back down to where your panties were soaked through.
âYou werenât lying when you said you liked this a little too much,â heâs rolling his hips ever so slightly against your spread thigh as he rubs your clothed pussy, his teeth sinking into your lower lip as he moves the material aside and sinks two fingers right into your wet cunt with ease.
You were sure that youâd retrospectively have a million quippy compacks that come to mind, but in this moment it was impossible to come up with words when his fingers were buried inside you, still, just letting you squeeze around them, and his hard cock straining against his jeans nestled against the inside of your thigh.
He slowly drags his fingerâs up from your hole to your clit, and you let out a whine of desperation as he fully removes his hand from your damp underwear.Â
Before you can manage the breath to tell him to please, for the love of god, get on with it, he brings his fingers up to his lips and gives them a long suck, never breaking eye contact with you.Â
âYeah,â he sighs out and presses his forehead against yours, âI might like that a little too much too.â
Protests and urging words catch in your throat as he yanks down your pants and underwear with one quick pull, not even needing you to lift your ass off the counter more than it already was. He was methodical and moved with intention, folding up your pants neatly and shoving your soaked panties into his back pocket, shooting you a wink.Â
âEddie, please,â your overdue complaints are finally bubbling over. You hardly finish your plea before his face is buried in your neck, and his fingers are sliding right back into your needy hole.Â
The top of your head rests against the mirror behind you, exposing your neck and arching your back into his touch. He sucks and nips at the soft skin between your collar bone and ear, all while letting his two middle fingers pump slowly into you.
âMmmm,â he mumbles into the crook of your jaw, âsuch a good girl for me, perfect pussy squeezing my fingers so tight, canât fuckin wait to feel you soak my cock.â
Nearly orgasming at his words alone, your eyes flutter shut and you let out a moan of his name as he lets his thumb drag circles across your clit. âEddie, please, just like that, I-â
âOh, suddenly sheâs not questioning my abilities?â he says with a biting smirk, âWhat was that about me not being half as good as I think I am?â
âFuck,â you want to raise an eyebrow and shoot something back, hold out and make him work for it, but after hardly two minutes of his fingers rolling inside you, hooked up to drag along that perfect fucking spot, you had no choice but to feed his ego and let him win.Â
âYou wanted to make your little deal,â he pumps a little faster, making your head loll to the side and mouth hang half open, âIâll sweeten it for you, babe. I say we can get this pretty pussy to come twice all over my fingers before anyone even knocks on this door.â
âYes,â is all you can squeak out, âyes, please.â
If Eddie was being honest, he was a few half-thrusts into your thigh short of coming in his own pants from how hot you looked. Your eyes glassed over, pretty lips parted and gasping his name, perfect cunt sucking his fingers in.Â
The hand not occupied by your gushing cunt slid up to cup the side of your cheek, forcing you to look into his fiery eyes. âFeelâs good?â he questions, knowing the answer and not expecting a verbal response.
He drags the pad of his thumb up to your parted lips, running it along your plush bottom lip and dragging it down a bit, relishing in how under his spell you were. His thumb slips into your mouth and you immediately wrap your lips around it and suck.Â
âGood girl,â his thumb on your clit is rubbing more focused circles, âsuck on that and keep your voice down, donât want the whole bar knowing what a good little slut you are for me.â
Jackpot.Â
A muffled moan around his thumb and the spasming of your inner walls signaled that you were hitting your peak. He drags the spit slicked digit from your lips and quickly replaces it with his lips and tongue, kissing you with fervor as he feels you ride out your orgasm on his hand.Â
âMmmmmmmâ you moan, somewhere between a pleading whine and a sigh of satisfaction into his lips as his fingers donât let up.Â
Under different circumstances you would tell him to slow down, give you a minute to catch your breath. Eddie was stubborn, this you knew, and he had already made it abundantly clear that one orgasm wasnât going to be enough.Â
He pulls back from your lips, loving the sharp intake of breath you swallow as your cheeks continue to flush and eyelids keep fluttering.Â
âSo fucking good, came all over my fingers,â his gaze locks in on where his hand was buried into your cunt. âGonna give me one more?â
Of course you would, whether it was up to you or not. He did slow up for a second, just enough for you to regain your grip on reality before he started curling them up again.Â
âEddie,â you whine out, eyes nearly crossed and unable to focus your attention on his face, hands, anything other than his boner poking into your inner thigh, âwanna feel you.â
The hand formerly gripped tight onto the edge of the counter snakes forward and pulls his hip into you, a permanent indentation of his stiff cock molding against your skin.Â
âNot yet baby,â he rolls his hips forward, giving you a delicious feel of how it would be if he was inside you, but instead pushing his fingers a touch deeper and then pulling his hips away, âone more and then Iâll take you home. Youâre gonna let me ruin that perfect little cunt, right? That was the deal?â
âYes,â you gasp out, his other hand moving from your hair down to rub fast tight circles on your clit, the other hand still pumping steadily inside you.
âThatâs right, I know this pussy is gonna take me so well. Youâre already drooling for my cock, so fucking perfect.â
You feel it building up again, that sacred double orgasm that only ever came during your alone time in the shower or when you were so desperate for release that your hand didnât stop after the first, but never with another person, never like this.Â
His smile nearly touched his ears at this point, pulling back to take in all of you as your eyes screwed shut and thighs threatened to break his wrist at how fast they snapped together.Â
Hitting you like a punch to the gut, your abdomen tightened and released rapidly, air sucked from your lungs and his hand working you through it between your clenched thighs.Â
Yeah, maybe this was a bad idea.Â
If you were in a cartoon, stars and chirping birds would be swirling around your head as you slowly came back to reality. He gave you some space, and begrudgingly gave you pack your panties after you hand out your hand and gave him a stern look.
âIâm gonna go tell the others that you arenât feeling great and Iâm taking you home,â he makes sure youâve pulled your pants back up before unlocking the door, âTake your time, and Iâll meet you at the van, okay? Iâll grab your stuff.â
âYeah,â you still feel a little flustered, looking back into the mirror and smoothing down your hair, âthanks.â
He shoots you a wink before slipping out, giving you a moment to collect yourself and splash some cold water on your face. Okay, so youâre doing this.Â
Any nagging feelings that this might ruin things or that heâs only teasing you because of your arrangement are quickly squished down into a deeper compartment of your brain, overtaken by the post orgasm bliss and wandering thoughts of what might happen next.Â
You peek your head out of the bathroom door, and slink your way to the back door without passing your group table or a stray Steve or Robin. The fresh air equalizes your buzzing thoughts, and you spot Eddie, already in the driverâs seat of his van.Â
âYou good?â He asks as you hop into the passenger seat. You wonât let him have the upper hand, just because he made you come twice in under ten minutes.Â
âYeah,â you gather as much assertion as your voice will project, âYou good?â
âFâcourse,â he starts backing up, you internally roll your eyes at the way his outstretched arm muscles and curved neck make your stomach flutter, âJust wanted to make sure I passed the test.â
You sit in silence, not wanting to give into the cocky game he clearly wants to play, yet know that heâs entirely correct in his assumption that heâs driven you completely crazy. Once heâs on the main stretch of road, finally rolling to a stop at a red light you let your hand migrate across the center console, dancing its way into his lap.Â
As you hoped, his cock was still half hard and apparent underneath his jeans. You let your hand draw circles next to it, loving the little twitch you get when you run your nails against his thigh.Â
âEasy there, tiger,â he lets out a huffed laugh, with just an edge to his tone that suggested you were getting yourself into something youâd soon regret.Â
âCâmon Eds,â you let your head fall on the corner of the headrest, gaze angled over at his tight grip on the steering wheel while your hand dancing around the bulge in his pants, âyouâve been pushing this thing against my thigh for the past twenty minutes, forgive me for wanting a better feel.â
You put on a pretend pouty face and flash him your best puppy dog eyes to ward off any incoming snippy comments from him. He rolls his pretty eyes at you and silently bites the inside of his cheek as you feel up and down his lap, grazing his growing cock with each pass.Â
âForgiven,â through gritted teeth, he squeezes his eyes shut as your fingers circle around his head, now taking visible form beneath his black jeans. He internally reprimands himself for losing focus on the road, and zeroes his concentration on getting back to his trailer as fast as this van can take him.Â
You have your fun watching him wiggle in his seat, feeling his thigh muscles clench under your palm every so often. You werenât full on jerking him off over his pants, but you were certainly relishing in the feeling of his dick getting harder and harder with each occasional pass of your hand.
He parks diagonally across the lawn in front of his trailer, not giving a shit where the van ends up as long as itâs stopped. He wanted to dash around the vehicle and scoop you out of your seat, throw you over his shoulder and take you inside to continue with whatever this evening had in store for you.
The second his hand stalled on the clutch, shifting the van into park and taking a moment to let his mind wander to what would happen once he got you inside, you were already halfway out the van and skipping up the steps to his front door.Â
Entering his trailer, you start taking off your coat and shoes, trying to act as normal as possible. Your facade of keeping it cool entirely shatters when he enters behind you, calmly clicking the door shut and patiently waiting for you to finish unlacing your boots.
You remain crouched down, darting your eyes up at him, deciding against being a brat and undoing your laces as slowly as possible to keep him waiting. Any caution you had was long swept away by the wind, and heâd taken control in your little bathroom tryst, so it was your turn to say fuck it and just do what felt right.Â
And in this moment, there was only a few quick movements and about six inches of space between you and Eddieâs semi-hard dick. One shoe was only half off, haphazardly kicked behind you as you pivoted onto your knees and had your hands moving eagerly up his tensing thighs.
âCan I?â Your question was half formed and he was already nodding.Â
Youâd teased him enough on the ride over, you wanted him, now. Pants quickly unbuttoned and blue checkered boxers pushed down to his knees, and you were about to go feral and just go for it when a silver glimmer adorning his thick cock caught your eye.
Your mouth was already half open, but your jaw nearly unhinged and hit the floor when the pierced head of his dick falls out of his boxers and lands at your eye level.Â
Unmoving, mouth agape, you look up to make eye contact, ripping your eyes away from the shock of two silver balls on his cockhead. He knew it was nice, he wouldnât have bedazzled it if it wasnât, but the look you were giving him sucked all the unwavering confidence from his body for a split second, suddenly feeling weak in the knees at the sight of you slowly sicking your tongue out, not making any contact but waiting.Â
He took the base of his dick in his hand and gave it a few precautionary strokes before angling it down and slapping your wet tongue with the tip a few times.Â
You were two and a half seconds away from being entirely fucked out. If he pulled away and asked you to crawl on all fours to him, youâd do it without a second thought.
You let him slide his cock gently against your outstretched tongue a few times before coming to your senses and wrapping your lips around him, moving your hand to replace his and move against the length that your mouth couldnât yet reach.Â
All it took was a few steady bobs of your head, hand twisting and eyes still focused upwards on his face, to have him biting his knuckle and looking up at the ceiling to ground himself to try and not bust on the spot. You love this, of course, seeing him visibly spiral paired with the salty taste of precum already leaking from him.Â
The hand not jerking him off comes up to the back of his hip, gently pushing against him in tandem with the movements of your head, encouraging him to shallowly thrust into your mouth.
âJesus fu-â he grunts out, not wanting to overestimate your encouragement, but unable to keep his hips from rolling forward slightly with the push of your hands and the bob of your lips.Â
After an unexpected snap of his hips that sent his cock sliding into the back of your throat, making you gag slightly, a pang of guilt struck through him for pushing too hard. That was, until you let your head pull back a touch to catch your breath, but a long string of spit connected your lips to his cock, and a wild smile broke across your face that nearly sent him to the moon.Â
You dove back in and pushed his cock all the way into the back of your throat, going so far that your nose pressed into the patch of dark curls that sat above his perfect dick. Focusing your breathing through your nose, you make a point to constrict your throat a few times until you feel him twitch inside you.
Pulling off with a gasp for air, you notice his eyebrows pinched together and gaze locked on you.Â
âI like how these feel,â you comment, letting your pointed tongue dance around the metal balls on his tip.
He shudders and you clench your thighs at the sight of his stomach muscles tensing up when your tongue makes contact with the underside of his head, right where it meets the shaft.Â
âIf I let you fuck my mouth until you come, are you still going to be able to give it to me in a bit, or are you a one and done kind of guy?â You ask with a playfully teasing tone, but genuinely want to know if you suck him off to completion if the night will be over or not.Â
âFuck,â he spits out, more blood rushing to his cock at the idea of coming down your throat, âIâd fuck you all night if youâd let me babe.â
Half a second doesnât pass before his cock is back in your mouth, hips shakily moving forward with your movements, gaining confidence as you flicker your eyes up at him through your lashes, the glimmer in them telling him he can take what he wants.Â
âFuckinâ look at you,â he comments to himself, âtakinâ it all.âÂ
âMhmmm,â you hum around him letting your tongue roll around his tip each time before he pushes his cock back down your throat.Â
âYou think you can get away with teasing me like that? That shit you pulled in the van back there, you think itâs cute to try and get me all riled up?â
You nod, tongue out and saliva coating your lips and chin. You could tell he was close by the way his words came out staggered, and his hips started snapping towards you in a new tempo, like his body was chasing it.Â
Grunts and moans pulled from his chest fill the space mixed with the hums of satisfaction you let out while you take him deeper and faster. Moving in for the kill, you carefully slip your hand up in between his legs, cupping his balls, trying your best not to startle him.Â
âOh fuck,â it was a pitch of his voice youâd never heard before, a new tone especially reserved for the moments before orgasm, âyouâre gonna make me fuckin come, y/n, y/n, IâmâŚâ
The feeling of his balls constricting in your hands cues the warm wash of come sputtering down into your throat.
Getting the feeling heâd appreciate a bit of a show, you continue to jerk him off and pull off his cock slightly, letting the tip balance onto the tip of your tongue and the rest of his load spills out into your open mouth, some landing around the corners and onto your lips.Â
âChrist, y/n,â his chest is heaving, his eyes finally pulling from you to squeeze shut for a moment.Â
Once youâre sure heâs looking at you again you swallow down the salty white substance and lick the excess off your lips. You take his head back into your mouth, sucking just enough to clean off the tip and lap up any stray drops. Heâs sensitive, you can tell, so you stop torturing him and place a final kiss right in between the two metal balls.Â
You thought of asking him if the piercing hurt, or maybe make a comment about the two matching tattoos on his hipbones, ink of his youâd never seen until now. Before your brain can jump from swallowing his come to making post-nut chit chat, heâs yanking you up off your feet and wrapping you in a searingly passionate kiss.Â
In your past experience most guys wanted you to drink some water or brush your teeth after they came in your mouth, at least before kissing you. Not Eddie. The way his tongue immediately slipped into your mouth, you almost believed he was trying to get a taste for himself.Â
âCâmon,â he whispers in between slotting his lips with your, âBedroom. Now.âÂ
He takes your hips in his hands and spins you around, causing a surprised yelp to bubble up from you, making him chuckle behind you as he walks you down the hall, keeping his hands on your sides.Â
You knew where you were going, there were only so many doors in his tiny trailer, and youâd been here plenty of times before, but you liked the feeling of his hands pushing you forward, guiding your movements and steering you down the hallway into his room.Â
Before your knees can hit the bed he spins you back around and captures your lips in another heated kiss. His hands trail up your sides, letting his fingertips slide beneath the hem of your shirt and push it upwards until your ribs were exposed. He pulls away from your face, leaving you leaning back into him, not wanting the kiss to end.Â
âUp,â he pinches the sides of your shirt in his hands, and signals with his chin that he wants you to lift your arms, which you comply.Â
It slides up and off of you, his hands quickly darting back to unclasp your bra, seemingly without even trying. This makes you roll your eyes, but the realization that youâre bare before him eclipses the thought of making a snippy remark about what a man whore he is.Â
Flat palms caress your sides and move up to cup your breasts, his tongue pressing into the side of your neck.Â
âThese too,â his thumbs dip into your pants, managing to wiggle under the waistband of your panties as well. Youâre going to do it yourself, but he gently pushes you back onto the bed, letting you flip back into the unmade blankets.Â
âI wanna see you,â he pops your pants button and waits for a nod before sliding your pants and underwear down your legs.Â
In between the blowjob and now, heâd tucked himself back into his pants, pulling his boxers and jeans back up, still unbuttoned, but covering him back up as his cock returned to a half hard state, unlikely to stay that way for very long considering how things were going.Â
The scene of you now sprawled out onto his bed, naked and needy for him, and him standing above you, basically fully clothed, had a flood of lust traveling south between your thighs.
âSo fuckinâ gorgeous,â you burned under his intense gaze, raking down your body and soaking in the image of your skin laid out against his flannel plaid sheets.Â
He crawls over you, letting his body melt into yours, the center seam of his jeans pressing against your soaking core, just as it had when he had you pressed up against the door of the bar bathroom.
Rocking gently against you, you feel his cock already starting to harden again. His tongue moves against your neck, hands roaming freely against your skin, arching into his touch.Â
His breath was heavy against your lips, he was already starting to lose himself, and he knew he wanted to make you come with his tongue at least once before his dick came back out, but it was already pulsing between his legs, growing rock solid with every little whimper that came past your lips.Â
Your fingers intertwined themselves into the tresses of his long, messy hair. You use your new grip to pull his face as close into yours as your bodies will allow, smushing his nose up against your cheek and foreheads plastered together. The weight of his body on yours, and the lovely rocking motion of his hips against yours stopped as he pulled away and hooked his arms under your knees.Â
He slides off the side of the bed, feet returning to the carpeted ground and yanking your body to the edge of the mattress. You let out an unexpected giggle, body limp like a rag doll, moving wherever he wanted you.Â
He leans back over to give you another deep kiss, teeth dragging against your lower lip and tongue sliding gracefully against yours, before he slides his mouth down, stopping to lap up at your nipples for a moment, not letting any part of your skin go untouched as he takes his time moving down to where you want him most.Â
Wiggling around on his mattress, your body is begging him to get on with it, but he loves to make you squirm. He takes his time licking up your hip bones, kissing from the innermost part of your thigh all the way down to your knee, and then back up the other side. He even takes a long moment to suck a dark purple bruise into the meat of your thigh, biting down on the flesh and licking over the skin to soothe it, noticing how your back arched a little when he bit down harder.Â
âPlease Eddie,â your voice is hardly above a whisper, whimpering and whiny.
âAll you had to do was ask nicely,â he has that too-cocky tone again, but itâs long forgotten once his tongue is buried in between your thighs, lapping up the excess of wetness already pooled there.
âOhhh,â you let out a moan, sucking in a sharp breath and allowing your body to relax under his focused touch.Â
His hands push up from your ass to the crooks of your knees, moving your legs back to either side of you, strong palms finding their resting place on the backs of your thighs, keeping your legs spread wide open for him while he buries his face deep in your cunt.Â
âYou-â the start of a compliment, or maybe a request, escapes your lips but the sudden harsh suck of your clit into his mouth has you speechless and moaning, âMhmmmmm, uhhhhhhh.â
The sloppy wet sounds of him making out with your pussy are enough to drive you wild, your hands originally balling his sheets in your fists quickly move to the top of his head, resting atop his mop of messy curls.Â
âYâcan give it a tug,â the first half of his statement spoken directly into your pussy, âI donât mind a little pain.â He shoots you a wink and keeps his eyes locked on you as he lets his tongue lap a fat long lick up your slit, and then leaning back down to encourage you to tangle your hands into his hair.Â
Coming to either side of his head you grab two points of purchase, locking your fingers in at the roots and feeling him hum into your cunt when you grabbed it a little tighter.Â
Your hips start to quiver, so he brings one hand from your thigh up to your lower stomach, pinning you against the bed, and still keeping you spread open with the other.Â
Working a steady rhythm against your slick center with his lips and tongue, he can tell heâs found the spot you like most by your open mouth and tight eyebrows.
âOhmygod,â your chest starts moving with heavy breaths, you canât bear to keep yourself up any longer and flop back down flat onto the mattress, eyes screwing shut in pleasure. He lets go of his anchor on your tummy and returns his hands to your thighs, allowing your hips to wiggle and wriggle against his face to chase after your own pleasure.Â
âPleasepleaseplease,â one glimpse of his big brown eyes looking up at you and his nose pressing deliciously into the spot above your clit has your head reeling, âplease donât stop, fuck.â
Rather than reply, he just continues to devour you at that steady pace, your thighs almost snapping shut around his head .Â
âUh huh, right there, oh fuck Eddie Iâm gonna-âÂ
A strangled moan rips from your throat and your back arches off the mattress, his hands quickly come to wrap around your thighs and keep your center held closely against his face. Heâs pulling your hips flush with his face, despite your spasming torso and gushing core.Â
As your orgasm peaks, your hips angle themselves to push up deeper into his face, and he uses his leverage against the backs of your thighs to lift your ass, the entire lower half of your body now off the mattress and sliding backwards as he keeps his moving tongue glued to your clit.Â
He climbs up onto the mattress as you slide back, the grip he had on your legs was sure to leave a sore memory of him unwilling to let your coming pussy away from his face.Â
When he finally pulls away, your hand pushing at his forehead to prevent overstimulation, both of you gasping for air, his knees are propped under your thighs, and your hips are propped up right at perfect level with the bulge in his pants.Â
âFuck me,â you say through catching your breath, not as an expletive but rather a demand, âEddie, I need you to fuck me,â your voice was whiny and desperate.Â
âThis okay?â he starts pulling his dick from its constraints in his unbuttoned jeans, not even shoving them halfway down his thighs before he had that pretty pierced dip dragging through your open and ready folds.Â
âYes, inside, please,â you were chasing after his length, while he tossed his shirt off. He teasingly ran it up and down your slit before sinking into you, collapsing down to press your lips into a kiss to swallow your moans as he slid the whole thing in slowly, making sure to take his time and fuck you right.Â
He grabbed the back of your neck and pressed his forehead to yours, finally sheathed all the way inside you and stilling for a moment to relish in the feeling. Pulling back so he can watch your face as he pumps his first few thrusts, he knows heâs beyond fucked.Â
âSo fucking good,â you slur out, eyes almost crossing from how deep his cock was hitting your insides.
âYeah? This pussyâs god damn perfect, fucking made for me,â he articulates each thought with a snap of his hips, âsuckinâ me right in.âÂ
âWait, can we,â your voice had a little more weight behind it unlike the airy moans heâd grown obsessed with in the past forty minutes.
He pulls back, and rather than finish your thought you slip him out of you and roll over, shuffling up the bed and positioning yourself face down ass up, knees spread and back arched.Â
âYou think you can handle it?â he asks jokingly, swatting your ass playfully and then landing a second, harder smack on the flesh when he notices you pussy clench around nothing at the sensation of him spanking you.Â
âWant you to fuck me hard,â you mumble into his pillow, wiggling your hips a little bit to jiggle the fat of your ass, âI know your cock is gonna feel so fucking good in me this way, wanna feel that fucking piercing back in my throat from the other direction.â
âJesus Christ, y/n,â he was genuinely a little shocked at your words, slowly learning that your freak side might match his.Â
You expected to feel his cock slam into you once his hands came to spread your ass apart, but instead the mattress dipped and he was licking another fat stripe from your clit all the way up past your second hole, running this back a few times until you were moaning into the pillow and thighs were tensed up from the attention he was giving you.
âSorry babe, just needed another taste,â he pushed the head of his dick into you, and moved the first few inches agonizingly slow into your soaked hole.Â
âEddie please, need it, need you,â he loved that his sheets were balled up in your fists, using the tension of the material to bounce yourself back onto him. You only manage to slide back down about three quarters before heâs tightly gripping your hip and pulling out half way again.Â
âTsk tsk tsk, you need to learn to be patient, pretty girl,â heâd thrust it an inch of so, and then slowly pull back, making you whine and start to feel tears bubble up in the corners of your eyes.Â
âWant it so bad,â your cheek laid flat against his pillow, and you could catch a glimpse of him behind you out of the corner of your eye if you craned your neck a bit. You sounded so desperate, but you knew he liked it, liked hearing how badly you craved him.Â
He starts moving in and out of you, firm grip on your ass never wavering. Restrained grunts left his mouth as he fucked into you, causing your eyes to practically roll into the back of your head. He leans down to place a soft kiss on your shoulder blade, despite how viciously he's pounding into you. His head cranes down to your shoulder, his hand coming up to brush your hair out of your face.Â
As his long fingers move your hair away from your eyes, you push your head back into his hand, not wanting to lose contact. He tentatively runs his hands up into your hair, taking a soft grip on your roots.
âIs this what you want?â he whispers, âyou like it rough?â
âYes,â you manage to squeak out, âfuck, pull my hair, spank me, do whatever the fuck you want to me, please.â
His vision practically goes black with this new unrestricted passion, allowing himself to thrust into you as hard and as deep as his hips would propel him, twisting your hair in his grip and pulling you up from your laid position, quickly letting your hands jump to his headboard to support you as your head was pulled back.Â
You tried to bounce back onto his cock, wanting to feel him as deeply and wholly as your bodies would allow, but you could hardly keep up with the pace he had set.Â
Your ass bouncing against him and the occasional glance he caught at your fucked out expression spurred him on to fuck you even harder. He had your hair pulled back so tight that your back was pressing flush up with his chest every so often, and he took the opportunity to snake an arm around you and hold your chest up flat, his other hand moving down to rub frantic circles on your clit.
âYouâre gonna make me come like this,â you manage to croak out, voice hoarse from the harsh bend in your neck.Â
âNuh uhh, no,â his voice was gruff and commanding, right into your ear and sent a shiver down your spine.Â
He pulled out of you fully, and had you flipped around flat on your back again before you could even open your mouth to complain.Â
âNeed to see that pretty face when you come on my cock,â he lines himself up with you again, pushing into you and making a mental note of how the bulge of his cock looked pressing up from the inner part of your lower stomach.Â
And of course, your face screwed up in pleasure, puffy lips and sweaty brow, slack jawed and panting his name would be something Eddie wouldnât be able to forget even if he tried.
His thumb found its way to your clit to pick up where he had last left you, steadily building to an earth shattering orgasm. Talking you through it, knowing you were close by the vice grip your walls had on his dick, in between grunts he spilled out some âgood girlââs and âright fuckin there, thatâs it.âÂ
When he felt your thighs tense up, and the muscles in your neck strain against the soft skin heâd previously had his lips all over, he knew you were nearing the finish line.Â
âSo fucking perfect, feel so good wrapped around me,â he managed to sweet talk you without altering the pace of his hips, âThatâs it, come on my cock, give it to me.â
With that, your body canât help but throw itself over the edge of pleasure. A deep grunt rattles in your chest, and you lose all sensation other than the wild pulsing in between your legs. You canât be bothered to worry about what your face looks like, or if your thighs are squeezing him too hard, you only feel the riptide of an orgasm shattering through you.Â
The animalistic noise that Eddie grunts out, his wild gaze locked on your face only makes your body shake with pleasure even harder. He had that instinct that most men lacked, to keep the exact pace and motion when your orgasm hit rather than speed up or slow down, it was a gift, a talent.Â
Of course he wasnât going to change a thing about what he was doing, look at you. You were so fucking perfect, shaking and coming all over him, those sweet noises and the beautiful squelching between your thighs. Heâd rather die than change a single thing about this moment.Â
He stilled only when you paused to catch your breath, and within seconds was flipped over by the power of your thighs onto his back.
Unexpectedly, you began to ride him, trying to match the pace he had earlier set. The aftershocks of your orgasm still washed through you, but you seized the moment to get him right where you wanted him. This angle was different, deeper and more connected. You roll your hips and bring your hands up to his hair, foreheads pressing together once again.Â
âYouâre making me feel so fucking good,â you manage to breathe out into his lips, he quickly comes to the realization of whatâs happened and shifts the angle of his hips to hit you even deeper.Â
âIâd give you everything, if youâd let me,â he doesnât let a single thought pass in his mind before the words slip out, âalways.â
Your lips capture his in a kiss that has far more emotion behind it than two friends play-dating and fucking for fun. His hands come up to grasp your cheeks, your hips continue to roll down into his with purpose.Â
âIâm- Where-â his words are hardly intelligible in between breathless kisses, but you know what he means.Â
âInside, please, need all of you inside me,â you try to keep your voice steady so he hears you loud and clear, wanting to give him the exact attention he had paid to you, âPlease Eddie, come inside me.â
His hands travel down and guide your hips to fuck down onto him one, two, three times before heâs groaning in your ear and letting out the prettiest and most vulnerable sounds youâve ever heard form him.Â
The swell of his cock inside you makes you drape your head into his neck, focusing on riding out his orgasm and making sure he was twitching in the aftershocks of his orgasm before you let up.Â
When you felt his grip on your hips tighten, signaling that heâd had too much, you sink all the way down one final time and let your body lay limp on his, pulsing cock still filling you up.Â
His chest rose and fell harshly with his recovering breaths. You could feel his heartbeat pulsing up through the spot on his neck where your ear laid on his sweaty skin.
Silently awaiting the inevitable tap on the shoulder, the slow pull out and post-sex cleanup process, you try to savor every passing moment. But it doesnât come. Eddie wraps his arms around your midsection and holds your limp body close to his, letting his cock start to soften inside you.Â
You nearly fall asleep like that, all wrapped up in him, until you recognize that you should pee and clean up to avoid a UTI. You slip off of him, and hear a disappointed groan from him. He makes cute grabby hands at you as you cross the room, making you roll your eyes, but something deep inside you flip flops with how sweet heâs being, so caring, so unlike the picture of himself that he had painted for you.Â
You give him a wet hand towel to clean up the remnants of your activities, and slip back into bed with him per his insistence. You doze off for a while, until the rising sun peeking through his blinds catches your eye, striking you with the sudden decision to stay and face the music or leave and let it settle.Â
Youâd already regretted it, but werenât ready to have the âhey, so I know we had fake boyfriend-girlfriend sex, but I actually really like you so what should we do about that?â conversion with him, so instead you take the cowardly path and tiptoe out of his room in the early morning hours, leaving behind your underwear on his nightside table with a scribbled note saying to call you. Hopefully that was enough of a signal.Â
Apparently not,
Days pass, and no call.Â
It was all starting to get to your head. While you had gone through the stages of being nervous that you had done something wrong, that he was avoiding you to spare you the rejection, thinking he regretted what had happened and didnât want to face you, who was so obviously into him it was painful, youâd just now turned a new leaf. Fuck that. If he was too much of a coward to call you, you'd hope he'd at least give you the decency as a friend to tell you the truth, you deserved to be angry, and you deserved a response.Â
After stewing in your feelings for longer than felt healthy, you just get in your car and start driving to his trailer. If this all blew up in your face at least you wouldnât have to keep biting your nails and waiting for the phone to ring.Â
Three deep breaths, and a quick moment to gather your thoughts, and suddenly your body acted on instinct, putting the car in park and walking up to pound three concise knocks on his trailer door.Â
âJust a second,â he hollered from inside, giving you a few seconds to be stricken with regret for showing up unannounced without a plan on what exactly to say.Â
âWhat do you- oh, y/n,â he was in a pair of plaid pajama pants that hung low on his hips, shirtless and hair still damp from a recent shower, âuh, hey?â
âOh, hey,â your tone was laced with annoyance, âI left something here last week and Iâm here to get it back. If you donât mind.â
âWhat- oh,â heâs a second too slow to realize you mean the underwear you had purposefully left behind with that note. The note telling him to call you. Which he never did.Â
You were left standing on his porch steps, arms crossed and shooting daggers out of your eyes while he stood there in the doorway, an apparent guilty expression plastered on his face while he rocked back on his heels to buy some time to figure out what to say.Â
âYou donât have to invite me inside, if you can just grab them and give them to me, and Iâll be out of your hair,â you say flatly, recognizing if he does as asked then this might be the last time you speak to Eddie Munson.Â
âNo, no, uh, you should come in,â he steps aside to let you in, âwe probably shouldnât have this conversation on my front steps.â
Avoiding eye contact, feeling an overwhelming mix of anger, confusion, and betrayal, you step inside and donât make any effort to move into the space. You just stand by the door and give him an expectant look. Either he could go get the underwear, or he could grow a pair and say something to you.Â
âI, uh-â he looked so defeated you started to feel bad for using such a pointed tone, but then you remembered the days and days that passed without hearing from him, âIâm sorry, that I, yâknowâŚâ
âYeah, well I donât really care if youâre not looking for any post sex recap conversations, because youâre obviously pretty sure of yourself in that department,â the words flew out before your mind could even conjure them up, âbut you fucking promised me that you wouldnât do this, so can I please just have my underwear back and I wonât bother you again.â
He runs a hand through his hair letting out a deep exhale and searching the ceiling for words, âI know, I-â
You cut him off, your thoughts were ripping through you now and you were going to say your piece whether he asked for it or not, âYou said you wouldnât pull this shit with me, but I guess our friendship isnât substantial enough for you to see me any differently than you do every other girl you throw away after youâve gotten what you want. You clearly donât want any more advice and you clearly donât want to be my friend, so please, just give me my shit so I can go.â
âThatâs the fucking thing y/n, of course I donât want to be your friend,â his gaze still fixed on the ceiling.
At this point you were seconds away from just storming out, letting him keep your underwear as some twisted little trophy for breaking your heart.Â
âYeah, crystal clear Eddie.â
âBeing your friend is already hard enough, and I knew this shit was a bad idea, the whole trial-girlfriend thing. But how the fuck was I supposed to say no to that? The girl of my dreams offers to do all this no-strings-attached romantic shit, Iâd be the dumbest man alive to turn that down.â
You just give him a blank stare, your scalding anger twisting into a more confused frenzy of bees swarming in the pit of your stomach. Eyebrows pinched together, you just stare at him until he finally makes eye contact with you.Â
âAnd yeah,â he goes on, letting all his words out like a big exhale in the same cadence that you had just hurled all your angry words at his, but his tone was filled with guilt as opposed to rage, âmaybe we let it go a little too far, but I would never say no to you, I couldnât. Iâm sorry I didnât know what the fuck to say to you after, but thatâs exactly the reason Iâm not good enough for you. The more we kept that fake dating shit up the worse it was gonna get, so Iâm sorry, but I canât keep spending time with you like that, because itâs starting to fucking hurt.â
âHurt,â you say with a dry laugh, which almost scares him, âYOUâRE hurt? Give me a fucking break Eddie. I know you donât see me that way. So what, youâre too scared to hurt my feelings? Youâre doing a wonderful job, keep it up.â
âWhat the fuck do you mean, not see you like what?â
âDonât pretend to be dumb Eddie. When we first met I tried so hard to get your attention, asking you to hang out, and you always blew me off. Itâs fine that you donât want to date me or whatever, but at least just tell me that, donât fuck me like Iâm special or something and then toss me aside. I deserve better than that.â
âYeah, y/n, you do,â his voice was no longer guilt stricken, and was on the same straightforward plane as your last responses, âyou deserve so much fucking better than me, thatâs why I could never let anything between us happen. I donât call girls back. Iâm rude. I donât take care of myself, let alone others. I like to smoke, and drink, and get head from girls in bar bathrooms and never learn their names, and thatâs not the kind of person that a girl like you dates. Iâm a fun quick fuck. Youâre the kind of girl that after three dates heâll already have a ring picked out. Youâre everything, and Iâm nothing, so forgive me for sparing you of that.â
Your bones are frozen and the beat of silence gives him the opportunity to spin on his heel and start down the hallway, presumably to get your panties.Â
Snapping back into it, you let out a louder than expected, âHey,â and you start following him, not taking long to catch up to him in his bedroom.Â
âYou,â you point a finger at him, and start to feel the rage bubble up again, âdonât get to decide that youâre unloveable. And you donât get to tell me what kind of girl I am. Have you ever considered that maybe the reason youâre so lonely and miserable is because you choose to be? You donât get to decide what I deserve, I do. And I really fucking like you Eddie, so forgive me for acting like it.âÂ
You snatch your underwear off his bedside table, and give him a look, not fueled by anger or resentment, but empathy.Â
âIâm going to leave. And if you donât want to see me again, thatâs fine, but if you do, you can call me. Goodbye Eddie.â
You feel out of your own body, floating above it all and rewinding the conversation over and over, body on autopilot taking you home while your soul stayed behind and relived his words over and over, unsure if you feel better or worse than when you showed up.Â
Days pass by again, and you take his silence as more of a response than anything he had said to you during that conversation. You try not to wallow, but you feel scattered and distraught, at both the prospect of losing Eddie and having to deal with your shared friends, would they allow you to dance around each other, or would they flat out choose him and shut you out? Would group nights out bowling suddenly just turn into the occasional one-on-one coffee with Robin?Â
Until suddenly, on a random Tuesday afternoon when you've gotten home from work and are relaxing on the couch in your pajamas, three knocks are at your door.
At this point you figured it was over. He hadn't called and he'd made no effort to continue the dialogue. So a thought of Eddie doesn't even cross your mind in between the couch and opening the door.
And there he is.
In a suit, slightly descheveld in Eddie fashion, and holding a slightly wilting bouquet of flowers. Posture straight and brave face, but expecting your brutal edge upon answering the door nonetheless.
"Hey?" you're somewhat at a loss for words answering.
"Hi," he seems like he's running lines of a play in his mind, "I was hoping we could talk."
You reluctantly let him in, and he hands the flowers to you, as if it was a normal occurrence for him to bring you such a gift.
"First off," he starts, hardly breaching your living room entrance before starting his apology, "I regret the way we last left things, and I'm sorry for leaving you waiting for a response."
He flicks those big brown eyes at you and you can't help but give him the benefit of the doubt, he always was so sincere with his words.
"You're amazing. And although I'll remain adamant that I don't deserve someone like you in my life, I've been thinking a lot about what you said, and I'm sorry that tried to tell you how to feel."
You remain stoic at your seat on the couch, watching him shift his weight and bare his soul to you.
"You're perfect. Nice, funny, sexy, brave, all of it. And if you're willing to give me a chance, I don't know why the fuck you would, but if you are, I want to put aside all my bullshit and try this out, if you'll have me."
He stood there for a moment, letting you take in his request, bouquet in hand and suit adorned.
"And I owe you a few dates, for real."
As hard as you want your exterior to be, a smile cracks through.
"Okay, but know I don't fuck until the third date, at best," you jab, breaking his nervous exterior and visibly relieving the tension from his shoulders.
"I'm somewhat of a refined gentleman myself, so that won't be an issue," he bows and extends a hand to you.
You pull him down by the hand onto the couch with you, wrapping him up in a deep kiss. He was worth it, and you both knew it was worth the shot to try.
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