#SMALLEST SNEAK PEAK FOR NOW….

[mcnuggyy]

he is so cute to me… 🥺🫶

[forhappysake]

We're Okay

A/N - Guys idk where this came from. I guess I'm just feeling emotional and inspired.

Content - After JJ admits her decade-long love for Spencer, you and your boyfriend have to have a conversation to calm both of your doubts and fears.

Warnings: spencer reid x fem!reader, season 14 spoilers, anxiety, mentions of typical BAU-level crime stuff, fluff at the end

You walked in the door slowly, cautionary even; afraid the smallest noise would bring reality crashing down on you. The car ride home had been completely silent, as neither of you bothered to turn on the radio. Spencer shuffled in behind you, the click of the lock making you wince as you did your best to avoid his gaze. You stripped off your coat, throwing it over the couch before walking straight into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind you. 

As you started the shower and stripped off your clothes, the evening’s events rushed back into your mind. Being involved in a hostage situation with an unstable unsub was one thing. JJ being held at gunpoint was worse. However, as if all that wasn’t enough, JJ admitting her decade-long hidden love for Spencer was the final nail in the coffin. As you climbed into the shower, you did your best to let the water wash away the thoughts running through your head. 

Unfortunately, your attempt was unsuccessful. As you dried off and wrapped yourself in a towel, your mind raced. You’d been dating Spencer for nearly a year and a half. The two of you had just recently moved in together. Having known him and JJ for at least half a decade, you knew they were close, but you never would have guessed this was coming. You couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way she did. If so, what did this mean for your relationship?

After stalling in the bathroom for so long that goosebumps dotted your freshly dried body, you mustered up the courage to slip out of the bathroom and into the bedroom that you shared with Spencer. As you walked across the hallway, you could see his silhouette sitting on the living room couch, head bent forward. You couldn’t tell if he was reading or in deep thought, but you decided that either option was better than the alternative: trying to have a conversation. 

You snuck into the bedroom, gently turning on the bedroom light and letting your eyes adjust to the warm glow of your room. You meandered to the closet, pulling out a simple t-shirt and shorts to sleep in. Slipping into your pajamas and stealing a glance at yourself in the vanity mirror, you noticed one of the many images covering the tabletop. 

A framed photograph from less than a year ago of JJ, Will, Spencer, and yourself with the boys on a weekend hiking trip. You felt a pang of guilt in your chest and wondered if Will had any idea what was going on in JJ’s head. You shook the thought away, reminding yourself that you had bigger problems of your own to deal with. You turned back to the bed, sliding under the covers and turning off the light. Despite your distress, you were exhausted and you found yourself losing track of time and drifting off to sleep in mere minutes. 

*  *  *

You awoke to the sound of the bedroom door latching shut. You rolled over, blinking your eyes open in an attempt to sneak a peak at your bedside alarm clock. You’d already been asleep for three hours and Spencer was just now coming to bed. It was well after midnight, and you knew that meant he had been up thinking about something. You figured it would be best not to push the subject after everything that had happened. 

With your eyes shut, you waited to feel the familiar sensation of Spencer climbing into bed. Instead, you felt his weight at the foot of the bed, as if he had perched himself on the end. You tried not to think much of this and did your best to fake sleep. However, it soon became apparent that Spencer was on to you. 

“I know you’re awake,” he said gently. His voice was gruff from the hours he’d spent in silence. Spencer waited before speaking again, “I think we should talk about what happened.” 

There it is, you thought. Your stomach sank as your eyes fluttered open. You rolled over to face him, leaning up on your arms. It was then you noticed that he was still in his suit. His unkempt hair fell over his eyes and you couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for the disheveled man in front of you. “Alright,” you relented, still refusing to meet his eyes, “what do you want to talk about?”

Spencer rolled his neck, tension evident in his movements. “I want to know how you feel about what was said earlier,” he said. For the first time in hours, you met his eyes, trying to gauge his sincerity. You found no signs of dishonesty, so you fell back on the bed, letting out a dramatic sigh. 

“I don’t know, Spencer,” you groaned. “I definitely was surprised. I definitely wasn’t thrilled.” Spencer nodded, moving some hair away from his eyes as you spoke. “But,” you started again, “it’s not like we can go back and change it now.” 

He reached an arm out, putting a hand over the covers on top of your knee. “I know,” he whispered, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

You scoffed a bit at his sincerity and his innocence, meeting his eyes once more. “And how do you feel about it?” you asked. 

Spencer bit his lip in thought. You could tell you had caught him off guard with the question, and he seemed to be calculating his response. “Can I be honest with you?” he said. 

You raised your eyebrows, the nervous feeling in your stomach intensifying. Is this where he tells you he feels the same way and leaves for good? You pushed your thoughts to the side. “Always,” you whispered.

He sighed, laying back on the bed so he was next to you. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and you wanted nothing more than to curl into his warmth. You knew this wasn’t the time, so you held yourself back and held your breath, awaiting his response. 

“First, I was confused,” Spencer explained, eyes locked on the ceiling. “I haven’t thought about JJ like that in over ten years. Frankly, I never knew she thought of me that way, so I was caught off-guard.” 

So he did have a crush on her at one time, you thought. You were ready to close your eyes in defeat, to slip off the bed and out of the apartment and never come back when he cleared his throat. 

“But then,” he started once more, “I had a quick epiphany of all the moments she’d gone out of her way for me, and I could understand where she was coming from.” You turned to look at him, watching his eyes scan the ceiling as he tried to come up with his next statements. 

“And?” you asked, prompting him to continue. 

“And then,” he continued your previous statement, “I was terribly appalled.” 

Your head, which had turned to the ceiling, snapped back in his direction. You felt your eyebrows raise and your jaw drop open a bit in surprise. “Appalled?” you asked, confusion evident in your expression. 

“Appalled,” Spencer echoed, sitting up on the edge of the bed once more and looking back at you. 

“Why?” you asked. 

Spencer shook his head, looking around the room. “I’ve been thinking about that for the last couple hours, and I’ve come up with a lot of reasons,” he mused. “I know she was in a tight place, but Will deserves better than that. The boys deserve better than that. But aside from them,” he leaned over on the bed, intertwining his fingers with yours, “I couldn’t stop thinking about what you must have thought. I was so afraid of your reaction and of losing you.”

Despite your evident emotional state as tears pooled in your eyes, you tried to play it off. “Spencer, this isn’t about me,” you reminded him. 

“Yes,” he said, lying next to you, “it is.” Spencer ran a hand through his hair, pulling some curls out of his eyes. “Everyone knows how much I love you. I know how scary something like this can be. But you have to know that I have no idea where this came from and that anything JJ and I had died, on my end, long before I ever met you.” 

You glanced over at him, the sincerity in his voice had moved you to believe him. For a moment, you forgot about JJ and Will, the boys, and the implications of her words. You offered his fingers a small squeeze. “So we’re okay?” you asked in a tiny voice. 

“More than,” Spencer whispered. 

He rolled on his side to face you and you mirrored his actions. He wrapped his arms tight around your body, the textured material of his suit jacket pressed against your cheek. A gentle kiss was pressed to your forehead and you found yourself falling back into sleep. After several minutes passed, you felt Spencer’s voice rumble through his chest for a final time before he succumbed to sleep: “Ever since I met you,” he mumbled, smoothing some stray hairs away from your face, “it’s always been you.”

[moo-blogging]

Just one thought in my head: Levi blushing

Levi could feel the burn on his cheeks and he was biting his lower lip to control it.

Levi had planned this gift for you for weeks. He knew you were looking for it, and he had found it after you had given up. He walked through different markets and stalls, going through every nook and cranny until he found it. He even took the time to select a wooden box to carry the gift.

Levi had pictured this moment for days. How he was to give it to you. How you would react to it. And how he would react back. He would keep his cool and act like it was just a teeny tiny matter.

But his pale skin gave it away instantly. The red flush that spread across his cheeks to his ears was no doubt that Levi was nervous.

He tried to act as casual as possible, resting his chin in his palm, face turned away byt his eyes kept lingering back to you. His upper teeth bit into his lower lips. He was trying to keep his cool.

Using every muscle on your body to refrain from pinching his red ear, you grinned and said "thank you, Levi. I love it."

"Mmm," Levi nodded and sneaked a quick peak at you.

.

If you stand up and move closer to his ear, you could see him swallowing. And if you whisper the smallest, I love you, now, his eyes would widen and he brain would disconnect and you could watch his face lit up to another level of red.

And you'll receive a bouquet of flowers the next day too :)

[alisonfelixwrites]

sunlit. - part two - muse one shot [harry styles au]

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part one.

summary: in which Eden and Harry lost track of one another after she moved back to the UK, and she is visiting her father's house a year later with her boyfriend.

A/N: you guys asked for a part two.......... BUCKLE UP

word count: 18,859

CW's: age gap, SMUT! oral (f & m receiving), rimming (f & m receiving) spitting, choking, degrading, unprotected sex, anal play , mentions of a threesome

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“Sadie…” Harry sighed, stroking his hand over his dog’s head as she whined softly, her head resting on his lap. He rolled his eyes a bit, “No need to be dramatic now. You’re the one who licked the bar of soap.”

He softly scolded the dog, always rather happy that no one could hear him as he spoke to his dogs as if they were humans.

Harry was beat. Not only was it about forty degrees outside in the peak of summer in Italy, but he had a right scare today when Sadie started throwing up. Panicked, Harry sprinted to the house of his neighbors to ask them to watch the smallest dog as he took the biggest to the vet, but no one answered.

Grumbling and cursing under his breath, Harry then brought both dogs with him. He knew Lola wouldn’t be calm when Sadie wasn’t there, so leaving her home by herself wasn’t an option. 

After a day of vet-visits, comforting Sadie and rolling his eyes when he realized she licked the bar of soap and got sick because of that - Harry was now home. Both dogs snuggled into his side as he laid on the leather couch in his living room, fan blowing in full force in an attempt to keep the three of them a little cooler.

Harry loved living in Italy. He hadn’t regretted it for a second, but days like today made it even impossible to be outside for longer than a few minutes. Even a dip in the pool wouldn’t cool him off enough. He needed to stay inside.

With his shirt unbuttoned and one hand on Sadie’s fur, he grabbed his phone. The Italian news was on but Harry hardly paid attention, opening up the dating app on his phone. He blinked while lazily scrolling, deleting every profile he came across as none of the women he saw peaked his interest.

No one had really peaked his interest in a long time. No one but Eden.

Harry clenched his jaw and sighed out through his nose, swiping the other way on a few profiles in a pathetic attempt to prove to himself that he was no longer thinking of her. It had been a fucking year. And this girl, who was ten years younger than, left a gaping hole in his heart when she left after their summer romance.

He wasn’t exactly sure what he missed. At first it was the sex, because that was the main thing about their meet-ups. Sex and sex and sex. And then he missed her smile, and her scent, and the rambles she did, and how grumpy she was in the mornings, and how she made his coffee and excitedly walked the dogs and kept him company. 

Harry hated to admit that he fell for her. 

He brought the screen a bit closer as he squinted at the description one of the women wrote on her profile.

“Looking for a serious relationship.” He mumbled, translating the italian before huffing out, “Yeah, skip.” He locked his phone again and sighed out, swallowing as he attempted to not think about Eden.

He failed, of course.

He always failed. Harry knew it was better this way. They had no future. She wouldn’t move here, and he was too set in his ways to uproot his Italian life and move back to London for a girl. Harry wasn’t pliant. If he were to meet someone, she’d have to fit his mold. Some called it stubborn, others called it being an asshole. Harry called it being his own person and protecting that. 

Sadie’s eyes closed as she laid her head on his tummy and Harry scratched below her chin for a bit to calm her. Lola snuggled into his other side and he stroked her fur too, eternally grateful for his two dogs. He wondered if they missed Eden when she left. 

He knew it was bad to be involved with her. They had to hide and she had to sneak over to his house most nights. They couldn’t decently go out, afraid of being seen. So they stayed in and Eden quickly made his house a home for herself. Harry remembered the third or fourth time she walked in, it was as if she owned the place. She knew where everything was and moved through Harry’s large house with such confidence and comfort, it almost felt like he was the visitor instead of her.

And he allowed her. He allowed her to buy plants, he allowed her to rearrange his furniture, he allowed her to tape her favorite shows on his television, he even allowed her to paint over one of the walls that had a dreadful gray color before. Every time he walked past the muted orange wall of the hallway now, he was sledgehammered back to a painting Eden in this very house.

It had never felt so lonely here as it did after she left.

He groaned to himself, running a palm over his face before deciding to just get to bed and clear his mind. It had been a year. He had to get a grip. 

His dogs whined and pouted from the movement of his body and Harry coaxed them, even picking small Lola up on his arm to carry her upstairs after he turned off the fan and locked all the doors. He checked their water bowls and made sure the water was nice and fresh for them before heading up the stairs, Sadie trotting behind him.

Harry yawned as he set Lola down on his sheets and Sadie jumped up too, almost knowing her side of the bed and leaving Harry’s untouched. His sheets were still ruffled from when he got up this morning, and Harry shrugged off the linen shirt he wore to maybe grab a quick, cold shower before bed - the ultimate way to cool down.

Walking around his bedroom, he couldn’t help it when his eyes were drawn to his window to glance at Eden’s window. The light hadn’t been on there in a year. He sometimes saw a bit of movement, but suspected it was just Ron or Colleen cleaning the room. 

But now, he stopped dead in his tracks.

It was dark outside, but her lights were on. The lights in Eden’s room were on. Harry squinted as he walked up to the window, dropping the shirt in his hand and blinking to get a clearer view of what was going on.

That’s not Eden, he thought to himself.

No, he saw a shirtless guy, leaning back against the windowsill. Harry could only see the guy’s back and shaggy brown hair. His shoulders were tense, fingers gripping around the windowsill as the guy tipped his head back. Harry’s brows raised, wondering who the hell this was.

Did Ron and Colleen rent out their house for the weekend?

“Oh my god.” Harry mumbled, bile rising up in his throat when a second person emerged.

Eden.

She rose from her knees, a smile on her lips as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and licked her lips, even wiping her mouth a bit with the back of her hand. Harry didn’t have to wonder what she was doing on her knees in front of him.

Her hair was slightly longer and a bit more wavy, and she was in a sport’s bra. Harry’s throat ran dry when he couldn’t even blink. He couldn’t move. If Eden had eyes for anything else but the guy in front of her, she’d for sure see Harry. But Eden didn’t take her eyes off the guy, smiling as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he pulled her in for a kiss.

Harry blinked a few times, wondering if he was fucking dreaming. Eden arched into the guy, who went on to cup her ass, lifting her up easily before they disappeared from view.

The lights were still on, and Harry saw their shadows dancing on the wall of the bedroom he had the view of. He saw tangled legs for a bit, but every other part of their bodies was concealed by the curtains or the brick wall of the smaller house next to Harry’s.

He felt sick. She was here? Eden was here?

Harry’s hands trembled as he quickly pulled out his phone, scrolling down to his text-conversation with Eden.

His stomach sank a bit when he noticed the final message they had exchanged. One from her, from about seven months ago. And even before that, the conversation was mostly one sided. Eden texted him good morning on most days, and Harry only sparsely replied. 

At the time, he didn’t feel like too much of a dick about it. He basically thought he was doing her a favor. When Eden left, they promised to text and call. And they did, for the first few weeks. But it died down. Eden got a job, hung out with friends, had her life back home while Harry was here. She didn’t make plans to come here, he didn’t make plans to go there and it just… ended. 

In her last message she ever sent him, she asked him if he slept well. He never responded. It was a moment of clarity for Harry, realizing it wasn’t going anywhere and they had no future. He was a fool to think they ever did. And so he broke it off and just stopped responding.

Now, with trembling fingers, he drafted up a message to her.

Message to: Eden, xx

Am I dreaming?

His thumb ghosted over the screen as he stared at the words, flicking his eyes back to the window every few seconds until his shoulders dropped a bit. He deleted the message. 

The lights were still on but he didn’t see anything anymore. He felt sick. Absolutely sick. The first time he saw Eden in a year and she was in bed with another guy.

Eden’s phone on the bedside table stayed silent as Harry decided not to text her, and she laid on the bed with Jason between her thighs. They had to keep it down, remembering her father and Colleen were downstairs watching television.

“Careful.” Eden whispered as the bed rocked into the wall a little too hard. Jason groaned into her neck, “Fuck - I can’t slow down, ‘m so close.”

Eden pouted as she ran her hands through his hair, “I haven’t cum yet.”

Jason slammed inside of her, making Eden squeak a bit as she jolted up on the bedding. He stayed deep, completely hunched over her, “G-Give me a second.” He panted, recomposing himself. Eden bit her lip and nodded, allowing Jason a little time if it meant getting her off. She stroked her thumb over his cheekbone, staring into the deep blue of his eyes and he dropped his lips on hers, shortly kissing her. 

“Rub your clit, baby.” He whispered against her lips. Eden nodded, slipping her hand between their bodies. Jason’s cock moved inside of her, the condom and Eden’s arousal making the glide slick and easy. Her fingers found her nerves, rubbing tight circles as Jason fucked into her again, making her breathing shorter and she bit her lip to keep her moans down.

“Shit.” Eden choked on a moan as she reached her high, and Jason saw it as his cue to finally cum too, burying himself inside of her as he finished inside the condom. 

Eden lazily smiled as her body buzzed in the aftermath of her high, and Jason pressed sloppy kisses into her neck, “Hmm, baby…” He hummed.

They laid together for a bit until Jason pulled out to go clean himself up in the bathroom. Eden stretched her muscles, rolling around the bed a bit. She was still wearing her sport’s bra and reached for her panties to put them back on. As she reached for her shirt, Jason came back into the bedroom, still naked.

He sleepily smiled, “We should take a trip more often if you’re gonna jump me like that.”

Eden bit her lip and chuckled, shrugging her shoulders, “Yeah, ‘s nice here. But please don’t walk around naked, my dad or Colleen won’t appreciate it.”

Jason yawned and nodded, “Yeah, okay. Sorry.” 

Eden’s heart felt warm at his gentle apology and she planted a kiss to his lips, “Go to sleep. I’ll be right there.”

Jason plopped down into the bed as Eden stood in front of her window, her chest tightening just a smidge when she glanced at Harry’s window. His blinds were closed and the lights were off. 

Coming back here brought back all the memories. The first time she saw him through the window and waved at him, and the second time he watched her masturbate. All hell broke loose after that and they had basically been naked for weeks in a row.

And then she left and he ghosted her. And every kind word he ever said to her got drowned by the fact that he never responded when she wished him a good morning. On drunken nights, Eden was glad she blocked his number because she had been on the verge of calling him or sending him angry texts far too often. In the end, she was glad she never gave him the attention. 

Attention he clearly didn’t want anyway. 

The opportunity to go on holiday for free, staying in this house for a few weeks, was just too nice to pass on. Even if Eden could possibly be confronted by Harry. But they were both adults and she’d do her best to avoid him. Besides, she was here with Jason. 

They had only been dating for a few months but he was sweet and soft. And he was nothing like Harry. Harry was stern and dominant. Sometimes he was bossy. Furthermore, he was arrogant and closed-off. Jason was an open book. He confessed his feelings for Eden after only a few dates and it had been smooth sailing ever since. He had hearts in his eyes whenever he looked at her and she’d hardly have to breathe or Jason was ready to move mountains for her.

He was at Eden’s feet, if she was honest. He sweet, gentle and kind. And it brought a sense of freshness after whatever fling she had with Harry. She couldn’t call it a relationship. For it to be anything more than sex, they actually had to talk. And it was something her and Harry never really did. It was as if he always knew they’d end, which is why he never really opened up to her. What was the point in opening up if she’d leave?

Eden vividly remembered him asking her to cancel her flight. But he never asked her to stay, which is why he watched her go. And maybe Eden somehow made a bigger deal of it, but it did pain her when Harry ghosted her. Reflecting back on it, she knew he was toxic. She was a lost puppy for him, drunk on the sex and the way he threw her around and dominated her in the bedroom.

The orgasms Harry gave her were imprinted in her brain. How things were with Jason didn’t come close, but still satisfied her. Jason was gentle as a man, and gentle as a lover. He sometimes did what Eden asked of him, like spank her or choke her, but his heart was never really in it. She did enjoy the way he doted over her when he worried he hurt her. It was sweet. 

Jason was already lightly snoring by the time Eden also crawled in bed. He made room for her, smacking his lips together once as he yanked on her waist to pull her into his chest for the night.

Eden smiled to herself, nuzzling her nose into Jason’s jaw as she drifted off into a sleep.

***

Eden did seriously hope she could avoid Harry for just a little longer. 

It wasn’t much of a coincidence that Eden and Jason chose to take their holiday now - just as her dad and Colleen were going on a trip themselves. They were actually headed back to London to see the rest of the family, and Ron and Colleen had frowned when they realized their trip to London overlapped with Eden’s trip to Italy.

As if she hadn’t planned it that way.

So after just spending one day together at the house, it was the second morning in Italy and Eden’s dad and Colleen were making their bags to head to the airport.

It was Eden’s turn to drive them since there was only one car, and she’d be able to get around in Italy for the weeks they weren’t here. In a sense, Eden and Jason were housesitting. But Eden couldn’t wait for some uninterrupted time with him. They’d lounge around, do groceries, head to the markets and make day trips to the coast. 

Maybe they could rent a boat.

Eden hated how most of the fun things to do here were tainted with the memory of Harry. The market would bring her back to how they flirted so openly, and how Harry often called her from there to ask what she wanted for dinner. Renting a boat would bring her back to them having sex for the first time on the deck. 

To this day, it was the best sex Eden had ever had. 

Harry had been up early, jolting awake after dreaming of the images he saw the night before going to bed. 

Eden going down on that guy in her bedroom.

Part of Harry knew she was bound to return to the house one day. He didn’t have much contact with Ron and Colleen so he never asked them when she was coming back, and he also wasn’t sure if he did or didn’t want to see her again.

But seeing her again - even if it was with someone else - pulled on his heartstrings.

Although, the more he thought about it, the more he felt like she did it on purpose. It wouldn’t be the first time. Last year, she humped that pillow with her blinds open, knowing damn well Harry was watching her masturbate. Maybe she wanted him to see. Maybe she wanted to pay him back for ghosting her and make him jealous. It did seem like Eden to pull a move like that.

He peaked through his window that morning, seeing the car drive off with Eden behind the wheel. Ron was next to her, Colleen in the back. Harry nibbled his lip and leashed his dogs, taking them for a walk. He curiously stared at the house, walking past it maybe a few more times than needed. 

Eventually the door did open as Harry was on the little gravel road in front of the house, a guy popping his head out with a slight frown on his face, “Buongiorno.” He sent Harry an awkward wave, “Can I help you?”

Harry licked his bottom lip, knowing immediately this was the guy Eden had given a blowie two days prior. Sadie wiggled her tail at the sight of another human and the guy’s eyes dropped to Harry’s dogs, offering them a small smile as if to greet them.

Harry wanted to roll his eyes for no good reason. He cleared his throat and waved back, “Hello there. I’m the neighbor.”

“Oh.” The guy smiled, opening the front door wider and clearly dropping the hesitation he had going on earlier, “Hi, nice to meet you. Sorry, I just noticed you walking past the house like seven times, thought maybe you were scoping the surroundings to break in later tonight.” He joked, approaching Harry with an outstretched hand.

Harry forced another smile, somehow not finding it funny. He unenthusiastically shook the guy’s hand, “I’m Harry.”

He thought maybe the mention of his name would spark something with the guy, like Eden had perhaps mentioned him. But he just nodded and shook Harry’s hand, “Jason.” He introduced himself.

A douchebag name.

“So, a fellow Brit, right?” Jason guessed and Harry huffed out a chuckle, “Yeah, the accent’s hard to hide. Hey - uh, is Eden not home?”

Jason’s brows raised, “Eden? No, she’s driving her dad and Colleen to the airport. You must know Ron and Colleen, right?”

“Yeah.” Harry nodded, “I know Eden too.” He hinted again.

Jason slowly nodded, not catching on and Harry shot him a faint grin, secretly enjoying this very much, “She hasn’t mentioned me? We - uh, we actually used to date. Like last year when she was here for the summer.”

Jason’s brows shot up even higher as he stared at Harry, “What? You and Eden?”

“Mhm.” Harry smiled, “Kind of a… summer romance thing.” He casually shrugged, feeling as his dogs circled around his legs. Jason nibbled his lip, as if unsure how to handle that information, “Right. That’s - uh… yeah. No, she hasn’t mentioned you.” He shot Harry a puzzled look, while Harry tried to hide the fact that it pained him that Eden didn’t talk about him.

“How long have you two been together?” Harry asked the dreaded question and Jason’s face lit up a bit, “Few months, like… four.” He counted in his head before offering Harry a smile, “She’s great.”

“Oh, yeah, she’s great.” Harry enunciated the word a little too much for Jason’s liking, who swallowed, “So - yeah, it’s kind of our first trip together. Ron and Colleen are ironically heading back to London for a few weeks to see family, so we’re watching the house.” Jason explained.

Harry wasn’t sure if he had to laugh or cry. A few weeks. A few weeks of Eden being next door, fucking this guy while he was brooding in his living room, pining over a girl he let slip from his hands. He swallowed thickly, “That’s nice.”

A silence fell between them. Harry glanced at Jason, who was looking at Sadie and Lola. He looked younger. Not younger than Eden, but younger than him. His facial hair grew a little patchy and his hair was the type of shaggy that would look awful on Harry because it’d be like him trying to look too young for his age. But Jason got away with it. He was a bit shorter and not as muscular as Harry was. And Harry came to the stupid realization that Jason didn’t particularly look young, but maybe he just looked old.

Harry cleared his throat, “‘M gonna head back inside and let the dogs get their drink in.” He spoke, “Nice meeting you.”

Jason nodded and smiled, “Yeah, you too, man. If you ever need someone to watch the dogs or something… E and I would be more than happy.”

E.

Harry wanted to roll his eyes and knock Jason’s teeth out, but settled on a forced smile, “I’ll keep it in mind. Thanks.”

When Eden came back a few hours later, she felt butterflies in her stomach. Completely ignoring Harry’s house, she pulled up in the driveway of the house her and Jason would call home for a few weeks. She nearly jumped out of the car to head inside, finding Jason in the kitchen with a wide grin and immediately opening his arms for Eden to jump in them. She squealed in his ear, “Finally alone.” She whispered against his lips.

Jason kissed her lips, holding her up below her thighs, “Did everything go okay?” He checked and Eden nodded, “Mhm. I’m so glad we have the car though. We can take little day trips.” Eden stroked her fingers through Jason’s hair, “Like… go to the beach, or a winery…” She mused out loud.

Jason smiled and kissed her again, “Sounds amazing.” He let her down on her feet again, “Hey, by the way, I met the neighbor.”

Eden’s head flipped quickly, staring at him, “What?”

“Yeah, Harry.” Jason leaned back against the counter, “He - uh… he said you two used to date. Like… last year.”

Eden nibbled her lip, her stomach feeling tight at the idea that Harry and Jason talked. She swallowed, “We didn’t date.” She shrugged, “We just slept together. I was here for a few weeks after graduation and I left when I got the job offer.”

Jason slowly nodded, “Right.”

“We tried to keep in touch.” Eden continued, “Like we texted and called. And then he ghosted me.” She shrugged before nibbling her lip again, “I told you about the guy I was getting over, right? When we met?”

“Mhm, you did.” Jason didn’t seem at all angry or jealous, he was simply curious. Eden also knew he’d never lash out against her. She was pretty sure she could cheat on him and he’d still forgive her, that’s how much he liked her and how gentle he was. Eden nodded too, “Well, that was him.”

“Okay.” Jason nodded again, “I mean, that’s fine, right? He’s just a guy.” Jason shrugged, “He just… I don’t know, he looked a little old.” He chuckled.

Eden smiled too, “He’s not that old.” She shook his head, “Like… early thirties, I’m pretty sure.”

“And are you still like… I don’t know, into him?” Jason checked. Eden dropped her eyes, “I mean, I was hurt when it ended. It only did last a few weeks, but it was intense. It felt vulnerable.” She tried to explain, “But no, I don’t have any hard feelings towards him. Like you said, he’s just a guy. I wouldn’t even classify him as an ex, it was never anything official and I was never his girlfriend. We… we barely talked.”

Jason gently stroked Eden’s arm, “But he did mean something to you.”

“Yeah.” She shrugged and Jason nodded, “Well, he seemed nice.” He settled on saying. 

“I mean, now it feels kind of weird.” Eden mumbled, “Like he’s next door and I’m here and we haven’t spoken in like… eight months. And he’s talked to you but not me.” She wondered out loud, “Maybe I should just go say hi really quick.”

Jason pressed his lips together but forced Eden a smile, not having the heart to disagree with her, “Yeah, if you want to.” He shrugged, “You could.”

Eden nervously fiddled with her fingers, “Right.” She made attempts to get up from the couch, “I’ll just be a few minutes.”

Jason opened his mouth but didn’t say anything, just nodded as Eden exited the house and walked into the warm evening air of Italy. The small stones crunched underneath her slippers as she made her way over to the familiar house that was Harry’s.

She couldn’t keep count of the amount of times she had done this little walk. Sneaking out at night to go sleep at his place. She jumped his fence often, hid in the bushes, took the back entrance. But now, it felt formal. So Eden rolled her lips inside of her mouth and shakily raised her hand to ring his bell.

Eden didn’t know why she was nervous. It was like Jason said, Harry was just a guy. A guy she had feelings for, a guy who hurt her. But a guy who told her it was never that deep and Eden knew from the get-go not to get her hopes up. But time and romance were a cruel combination, and the feelings snuck up on her.

Sure, she was the one who left. And Eden only did realize how much she missed him once she was back in London. Harry couldn’t be persuaded to visit her and he never asked her to come back to Italy. And that was that.

Lola and Sadie both lifted their heads when someone rang the bell late in the evening. Harry had returned from walking them and was watching some Italian game show as he laid on the leather couch with the fan blowing full speed to keep them a little cool. 

He ran a hand through his hair and frowned, gently nudging Sadie off as his bare feet hit the cold tiles and he walked over to the front door. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but somehow the sight of Eden didn’t completely surprise him.

She peered up at him and he blinked, hit with every memory of her in front of his door. The playful smile was replaced with a nervous one, and she didn’t jump into his arms for them to stumble inside the house this time, rather had her hands locked behind her back as she nervously shifted on her feet.

“Uh - hi.” He mumbled, his chest pounding as Eden swallowed, “Hey. I - uh… Jason said you spoke to him. Thought I’d come say hi.” She shrugged.

“Jason.” Harry nodded, opening the door a bit wider, “Yeah.” He then let out a sharp breath, shaking his head, “It’s… it’s good to see you.”

Eden wanted to roll her eyes but settled on another small smile, “Mhm. You too.” She had questions burning on her tongue but swallowed them all back. She didn’t want to give Harry the satisfaction. Her eyes glanced inside the house longingly. She did always love this house. 

She remembered the paint stains on her skin after transforming that horrendous gray wall in the hallway. Eden wondered if her plants got taken care of once she left, or if Harry let them wilt and die.

A gentle bark from inside the house made her brows raise and a small smile played on her lips. Harry glanced over his shoulder before clearing his throat, “You wanna see the dogs?” He questioned.

Eden knew it was dangerous territory to get inside of his house. Harry was charismatic and somehow had such a huge amount of power over her, Eden found it hard to explain. She had her boyfriend next door and was supposed to only quickly say hi to Harry to avoid any awkwardness later on - but she found herself nodding at his question, “Sure.”

Harry opened the door wider, biting his lip when Eden brushed past him and into the house. She wasn’t hesitant when rounding corners and she moved through the furniture almost blindly. The smell of her perfume lingering behind her felt overwhelming to Harry, who leaned against the doorpost as he watched a brightly smiling Eden crouch down to greet Lola.

Both dogs excitedly wagged their tails and circled around Eden, booping her over and over again as she giggled, “Hi, girls.” She whispered, “Hi. Did you miss me?” She spoke in a little baby voice and Harry couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on his lips, “I think they did.”

Eden flicked her eyes to the side, swallowing as Harry watched her. She got up her feet again and Harry cleared his throat, “Sadie got sick actually, yesterday. She licked a bar of soap and started throwing up. Took her to the vet.” He wasn’t sure why he told that random story, maybe to break the silence. It felt nerve-wracking to have Eden in the room with him. 

There was tension. He wanted to walk up to her and kiss her and drag her upstairs to claim her again, but Eden had her guard up. He could sense it from a fucking mile away. 

“Right.” She breathed, swallowing away the lump in her throat. Eden glanced to the side to see the dead plants. Her fingers trembled a bit but she tried to play it so fucking cool. Harry didn’t deserve to see her suffer. It was almost as if Eden didn’t realize how hurt and angry she actually was until she saw him. Until he acted so fucking casual.

“You wanna drink something?” He suggested, breaking the silence.

Eden wanted to laugh. She shook her head before tilting it to the side, “Think a glass of wine will get me back in your bed?”

Harry’s brows raised at her blunt words. He knew Eden didn’t bite her tongue. He knew she was sharp and witty and always had a response. His shoulders tensed a bit, “No.” He mumbled, “That’s not… that’s not what I was trying to do.” It was.

Eden huffed softly, “Right.”

Harry frowned a little, “Is there… do you have some problem with me?”

“Me?” Eden raised her brows, “Nope.” She lied, “Look, I just wanted to come over and say hi. It felt weird that you spoke to Jason before speaking to me.” She tried to exit the house again but Harry blocked her and Eden had a fiery look in her eyes as she looked up at him, “I’d really like for you to leave us alone.”

Fuck, Eden tried to keep her cool but she couldn’t. She was two seconds away from completely exploding. All the emotions she had tucked away for months in a row, came back in full force. She never got to tell him. She never told him how it felt for her, how she coped, how she hurt. Harry had no fucking clue.

Harry gave her a puzzled look. He almost wasn’t sure if she was joking or not, “I-I am. Leaving you alone.” He shrugged, “You came knocking on my door.” It was childish and he knew it and Eden rolled her eyes. His chest tightened. He loved it when she did that. When she got so fucking bratty. Usually she did it because she was so passionate about a certain topic they got into a heated discussion.

Harry loved riling her up just for the sake of punishing her later on. And Eden loved it too. It was a bit of a toxic game they had going on. But now, Eden was pissed. 

“You chose your moment, hm?” She challenged, “Searching for Jason while I wasn’t there.”

“I was walking my fucking dogs, Eden.” Harry gritted through his teeth. God, he didn’t expect it to turn out this way, “Public street.”

“Should I have thrown pebbles at your window the evening you arrived, hm? While you were blowing that twat?!” The words were out before he realized it and Eden’s eyes widened in surprise. Her cheeks turned hot as she took a step back, “What?!”

Harry clenched his jaw and bit his tongue as he grumbled under his breath and Eden huffed out sharply, “Fucking hell - you saw me?!”

“Close your blinds!”

Eden gasped, “Then don’t fucking look! Oh my god!” She shook her head in disbelief, “You fucking pervert.”

Harry put his hands on his hips as he exhaled sharp breaths, swallowing, “I-I couldn’t not look. You were right there. I didn’t expect to fucking see you.”

Eden balled her fists, refraining herself from shoving him, “You have lost your fucking rights to spy on me through my window, Harry.” She bitterly spoke, “And I honestly didn’t think you’d even care.” She added the final bit in a mumble. 

Harry closed his jaw, lowering his gaze, “Why would I not care?”

“Because you fucking ghosted me.” Eden’s voice dangerously wobbled and she recomposed herself, taking a deep breath, “You don’t have the right.” She spoke, shaking her head, “Just… leave me and my boyfriend alone.”

She brushed past him this time, knocking her shoulder into Harry’s arm as she left the house. Eden ignored the whining of his dogs and only let a few tears fall once she was out on the street. Her heart hammered and she was crying out of sheer, sheer frustration.

The fucking nerve he had.

Eden hadn’t even thought twice when leaving the blinds open as she was on her knees for Jason. Her thoughts weren’t with Harry, but with her boyfriend. And he watched her. He couldn’t have seen much, but it felt too intimate for Eden. He was too close, again.

She felt vile, knowing Harry had watched her. It struck a nerve with her, but Eden felt just a tad bit better about herself when she realized it apparently struck a nerve with Harry too. He sounded jealous. And Eden knew it sounded petty, but she was kind of glad she could hurt him back, even if it was in the worst way.

Her rage died down once Eden walked back into the house to find a smiling Jason on the couch, “Hey.” He got up his feet, “How’d it go?”

“Fine.” Eden breathed before she pressed a small kiss to his lips, “He won’t bother us.”

Jason had a puzzled look in his face as his thumb stroked the nape of Eden’s neck. He looked like he wanted to ask more, but didn’t. Eden closed her eyes and kissed him again, determined to turn this into a great vacation with her boyfriend.

***

Harry felt miserable.

He peered out his front window, Lola circling around his leg as he held the toy he had throwing back and forth for her, in his hand.

His eyes were on Eden and Jason, who were loading up the car for another little day trip.

He heard Eden’s playful giggle and it made his skin crawl. The wind played with the short hem of her sundress and even got a glimpse of her underwear as she lifted her arms to pull Jason in for a kiss.

His stomach turned watching her be so happy with someone else. Jason gently patted her ass, whereas Harry would’ve grabbed it. Jason’s hand rested on the nape of Eden’s neck as she got behind the wheel to drive, whereas Harry’s hand would’ve been between her thighs to tease her during the drive.

And so Harry had a crisis that day. An existential crisis.

In all his impulsivity, he even looked up apartments or houses in London. He closed the website again after about thirty minutes, telling himself he was being ridiculous. Uprooting his life for a girl who was taken and told him to leave her alone? Pathetic.

He got back to scrolling on the dating apps but that lasted for just a few minutes. His mind constantly drifted to Eden. How she made him feel so light. He had to get used to her bubbly, bratty personality. But Eden was a sweetheart and she’d walk through fire for the people she cared about. She was passionate, fiery, and unapologetically honest. 

And he was a fucking coward.

He let her slip away. Eden presented herself on a silver platter for him but Harry turned her down. And he fucking missed her so much. His life had been so dull without her. Harry had always liked being alone. His life here was secluded. He had a few friends who came to stay every once in a while, but lost touch with a lot of people he left behind in Britain. Harry wasn’t… the best at keeping in touch. Contact just fizzled out, friendships disappeared. 

He was close to his mum but didn’t see her a lot. His sister called sometimes but she had a family and was busy. Harry didn’t have an important ex-wife or kids, so he was just by himself a lot. And it had never felt as lonely as it did when he watched Eden drive away with Jason and not him.

He swallowed thickly, reminded of the little getaways they did the year before. Eden in the passenger seat, kissing on his neck and unbuttoning his shirt as the wind played with her hair and she whispered things in his ear, so filthy to the point Harry pulled over on a remote road and yanked her on his lap for a quickie. 

They had fun, last summer. Once the elastic snapped, they had fun like Harry had never had before. And he fooled himself into thinking it was just sex. It wasn’t.

Harry knew he could either walk around, brooding all day, or he could do something. And so he opened up the dating app again and texted back one of the women who tried to hit him up over the past few weeks. 

She was Italian and beautiful, and responded right away, agreeing to a date that same evening. Harry tried to ease his mind, knowing he’d have company tonight. Who knew, she could be the love of his life.

It’s what he told himself when he drove off into town to meet up with her. And low and behold, the date was fun. Fun enough that she agreed to come back to his place afterwards for a drink and to meet his dogs.

Eden felt alerted when she heard the engines pulling up on the road as her and Jason laid in bed watching a movie. The window was open for fresh air and his fingers played with her hair as they watched a very pixelated version of some action movie that Jason wanted to see. Eden had to admit she dozed off every once in a while.

She felt like toast after lounging on the beach today, and surprisingly, the doing nothing tired her out. 

Eden yawned as she got up, frowning slightly when she noticed two cars pulling up into Harry’s driveway. She recognized his cabrio but the white car next to his was unknown to her. Her stomach dropped into her ass when she saw a beautiful brunette walking out. Harry had a charming smile on his lips as he guided her towards the front door.

“Everything okay?” Jason checked. Eden swallowed, “Mhm.” She smiled, “Everything’s fine.”

She felt hot, opening up the window all the way in hopes of cooling down a bit. Harry brought home another woman. Eden tried not to think of how often that had probably happened in the past year. Perhaps he even did it while they were still calling and texting.

Hiking her leg up over Jason’s hips, Eden peppered gentle kisses over his jaw. He raised his brows as he turned his head with a knowing smirk, and Eden bit her lip before their lips met and the movie was forgotten.

“And this is my bedroom.” Harry spoke in Italian as he guided the woman through his house. Eva was gorgeous and she smiled as her heeled feet took her through his bedroom, inspecting some of the books on his tv-stand, “Hai una bella casa.” She complimented.

He smiled and nodded, “Sì, mi piace qui.”

His eye caught the brightness in Eden’s bedroom through his window, and he softly cleared his throat as he walked up to Eva. She didn’t seem very surprised when he put his hands on her hips and nudged her back into the windowsill. The breeze played with her hair, Harry’s window on a crack.

He tested the waters, nerves creeping up in his body. He hadn’t done this in a while. His nose bumped Eva’s before he carefully kissed her. She reciprocated easily, fingers sliding up his shoulders as their lips touched.

She leaned back against the windowsill as the kiss slowly grew a bit heavier, and then Harry froze.

Because he heard it. He heard her. A soft moan filled his ear and it came from a distance. It came from Eden. His eyes snapped open and his body went rigid, alerting Eva. She frowned a little bit in confusion, “Tutto ok?” She asked and Harry quickly nodded, clearing his throat before he kissed her again.

He knew the way Eden sounded. He knew she wasn’t particularly loud, she wasn’t a screamer. Harry knew these were the sounds she made when she was enjoying herself. And it was Jason’s doing, not his. The only salvation he felt was knowing she used to be noisier with him. She used to gasp and sob and whimper, which she didn’t do now. Eden softly moaned and Harry kept his eyes on the window as he kissed Eva. Part of him expected Eden to pop up in front of her window any moment now, but he saw nothing but shadows on the walls.

He imagined her on her back with her legs locked around Jason’s head as he had his tongue on her. 

Harry sighed out through his nose, deepening the kiss with Eva and attempting to block out Eden’s moans. But he couldn’t stop listening either. How fucking convenient that Eden left her window wide open while she was fucking her boyfriend.

Almost too convenient, right? Harry couldn’t help but think she did it on purpose to get a rise out of him. Wanting him to leave her alone and then pulling this move.

A shaky squeak escaped Eden and Harry’s hand grabbed Eva’s ass, pushing his hips against hers. Eva moaned out and their kiss broke shortly, “Shh.” Harry shushed her, resuming their kissing. He needed Eva quiet so he could hear Eden.

And he heard her. He heard her giggling, the shadows on the walls moving and he heard the unmistakable creak of the bed. He heard the familiar gasp she let out when she got filled, and Harry’s stomach turned when he knew Jason was inside of her. 

It was confirmed when he heard skin slapping against skin, Eden’s delicate whimpers accompanied by panting breaths from the guy fucking her.

Harry’s fingers dug into Eva’s skin as he only kissed her harder and harder, and his bulge grew and pressed into the soft of her covered tummy. But it wasn’t due to her. Sure, she was beautiful, she was nice and they had fun. But listening to Eden moaning so sweetly made Harry have a physical reaction he didn’t expect. 

He was even scared to blink, so desperate to get a glimpse of Eden, to know what she was doing, to know how her face scrunched up or how her eyes watered or how she bit her lip.

Her moans grew a bit higher and sharper and Harry groaned under his breath, the sound swallowed by Eva when Eden unmistakably came.

It was Eva this time who pulled away, her cheeks a bit pink. She let out an uncomfortable chuckle and glanced over her shoulder to Eden’s open window, “È un po’ inquietante, non è vero?” She commented on the noises coming out of Eden’s room.

Harry swallowed, his hard-on trapped in his pants and his breathing came out in sharp puffs. He felt sick. “Mi dispiace.” He murmured the apology as he let go of Eva and took a few steps back. Harry ran a hand through his hair, “I can’t do this. N-Non posso farlo.”

Eva looked at him in confusion but Harry sat down on the edge of his bed, burying his face in his hands. It was quiet for a few minutes until Eva’s footsteps walked past him and then downstairs. He stayed in his bedroom until the front door slammed and he heard her engine.

And he was alone again. He sniffled once in misery, lifting his head as he ran his hands over his face and tiredly got up his feet. Standing in front of his window to close it, he glanced up to see Eden. She didn’t notice him, one hand holding the sheet around her chest to cover herself up and her other hand grabbing the handle of the window to close it.

Their eyes locked as both went to close their window and Eden froze for a moment, seeing the pained look in Harry’s face. Her cheeks flushed at the thought he might’ve heard or seen something. Without giving him another glance, Eden closed the window and closed the blinds.

It was safe to say Harry still felt miserable the next day. He was sure Eden would think it was too convenient that he went on a jog the same moment she did. She stepped outside early in the morning the next day, wearing a sport’s bra and shorts to brave the heat even that early on in the day.

Glancing to her side, Harry also left his house, wearing a tanktop and shorts. He had a clip in his hair and headphones on, glancing to his side to see her looking back at him. Eden rolled her eyes and shook her head. Tightening her ponytail, she started her jog and ran past him without giving him a look. Going down the hill, Harry pressed his lips together before he followed behind her.

He tried to keep a distance, but he was still running rather close to her. And Eden felt agitated. About halfway down the hill, she briskly turned around while panting, “Will you stop that?!” She snapped.

Harry frowned as he yanked the headphones off, “What?” He hadn’t heard her through the music.

“Running right behind me.” Eden clarified, “Will you stop that?”

Harry huffed, “Look, I’m just going for a jog.” He shrugged, “Great minds think alike, I suppose.”

“You said you’d leave me alone.” Eden ran the back of her hand over her forehead to get rid of the sweat pearling at her hairline. The early sun lit her up, midriff heaving from the jog she had done thus far. Harry panted too, scoffing, “I am leaving you alone. But it’s a bit hard when I can’t go to sleep without hearing you getting fucked by your twat of a boyfriend.” He bit.

Eden’s lips pressed together, “That… Look, I’m sorry. I-I forgot about the window.”

“Sure.” Harry sneered, exhaling a humorless laugh. He felt blazing fire in his chest all of a sudden, so done with Eden’s allegations, “Like last year, hm? When you humped a pillow and pretended you didn’t want me to see you?”

“Stop.” Eden frowned, shaking her head, “Don’t bring that up, that was a long time ago. Look, I apologized. It won’t happen again.”

“Just admit that you were trying to make me jealous.”

It was Eden’s turn to let out a bitter cackle, “Excuse me?! I’d say you’re the one making me jealous, bringing home that woman.”

Harry felt a flash of pride welling up inside him that Eden noticed that. He fought the grin on his lips and instead bit his tongue. Eden glared at him, “Besides, why the fuck would I want to make you jealous?! You skipped me, remember?”

Harry shook his head to himself and silence fell between them. Eden swallowed, crossing her arms in front of her chest, “I’m with someone else now. You don’t have… a claim over me anymore.”

“I miss you.”

Eden’s eyes widened and Harry’s shoulders dropped when the truth was finally out. After over a week of pining over her, here he was, spilling it all. He swallowed and shrugged, “I fucking miss you, Eden. I missed you. I-I was an idiot. And now you’re here and I know you missed me too, a-and I just want to go back what we were before.”

“And what exactly were we before?” Eden tried to keep her voice stern but it cracked as she challenged him with the question. Harry pressed his lips together, staring at his feet for a moment, “Just… us, I guess.”

Eden wanted to sigh at the words, because to her - they didn’t mean anything.

“I have a boyfriend.” She spoke. It was a weak defense and Harry huffed, “Yeah, I know.”

“Jason is sweet. He… He’s good to me.”

Harry chewed the inside of his cheek, “So he’s a doormat? Jesus, Eden - I know what it is you need, and it’s not sweet.”

Eden shook her head, “You don’t know.”

“I do.”

She sharply flicked her eyes up, “You don’t. Stop saying that.”

Harry’s lip twitched up in a little smirk, “See? There she is.” He took a step closer to her and Eden wanted to sink down her knees when Harry had to hardly use three words to get her wet and worked-up for him. She didn’t even know what it was, just his… demeanor. The way he carried himself. He was an asshole but she couldn’t help being so turned on by him.

Harry’s fingertip brushed her brow bone and Eden held her breath as Harry cooed her, “Feisty girl, hm? You’re a brat, Eden. You wanna be put in place, you need it. You crave it.”

Eden pressed her lips together as Harry stepped even closer to her, dick coming to life in his pants when he could see every detail on her face. The darkness in her eyes, the freckles on her nose, the piercing scar at the top of her ear, the drop of sweat running down her chest. God, he wanted to lick it up. He swallowed thickly, “He’s too sweet, Eden. You don’t want sweet. You want a challenge. You like the chase, you like the fight. Must be boring, hm? To be with someone who gives in so easily? I bet he kisses the ground you walk on.”

Eden’s shoulders tensed as Harry’s fingers trailed down the side of her neck and followed the shape of her sport’s bra down the swells of her breasts. Goosebumps rose over her skin as he near tickled her, and Eden didn’t move even an inch.

Harry fought his smirk at the reaction her body gave him. She was almost trembling. 

“And I did too. I just made you work for it.” He mumbled.

“I followed you around like a puppy.” Eden exhaled, swallowing and Harry hummed, “And now he follows you around like a puppy. How’s it feel, having a pussy sub for a boyfriend?” And Harry knew he took it too far. Eden frowned and took a step back, his touch disappearing, “H-He’s not -”

“He’s not?” Harry raised his brows, “I heard you yesterday, Eden. Don’t lie to me. I could tell you were having a good time but…” He stepped closer again, “I didn’t hear you whining, or sobbing. I didn’t hear spanking or spitting or slapping.” He listed. Eden lowered her eyes but Harry grabbed her chin, forcing her to stare up at him. She held her breath, feeling so dizzy with him this close, “He’s a fucking boy, Eden.” Harry whispered, “Thought you said you needed a real man?”

Eden’s brain turned foggy. She wanted to kiss him so bad. And drag him in the bushes and ride him until she passed out. The sexual tension between them was unmatched. It had been from the get-go. From the first time they spoke to each other with the barrier of the garden fence between them.

Harry’s voice dropped to a whisper, “I think he’s merely dipping his toe in the garden of Eden, isn’t he?” His tone was velvety smooth and Eden fought for a breath. She nearly leaned in and Harry noticed, letting go of her chin yet gently wrapping his hand around her throat, “Place of pleasure and delight.” He crooned, “And fuck, it is. And I wanna drown in it.”

Use me, Eden wanted to scream. Her body was frozen and Harry wouldn’t act on it without her consent, so with a small bump of his nose against her and a very uncomfortable stiffy in his running shorts, he increased the distance between them again.

Eden was grateful for the hand around her throat, Harry almost holding her up or she’d be a puddle on the floor.

“Come by tonight.” Harry gave her throat a gentle squeeze, making Eden softly gasp as her eyes fluttered. Her pussy clenched around nothing and she dryly swallowed, straightening up a bit. Harry let go of her throat and Eden took a breath, “I-I have a boyfriend.” She repeated.

Harry smirked, “Didn’t I tell you to bring him?”

***

���A threesome?” Jason frowned at Eden.

Eden stood in front of the couch with her hands on her hips. She had a towel around her form, having just gotten out of the shower after her run. She found Jason downstairs, scrolling on his phone as the coffee ran in the kitchen.

She exhaled and adjusted the towel around her chest, “It’s…” She sat down next to him, scooting close, “You don’t have to agree. You can say no.”

Jason didn’t respond right away, the frown staying on his forehead and Eden nibbled her lip, hair dripping down her shoulders, “He suggested it and told me to ask you. So… here I am. But I promise, if you’re not into it, you can say no. I won’t mind.”

Jason warily glanced at her, “And you won’t go fuck him behind my back?” He softly asked. Eden pressed her lips together and shook her head, “No. Promise.”

He dropped his head back into the couch, “I mean, I’ve done it before.” He mumbled and Eden scooted closer still, “So have I.”

“I just… I don’t know him? And he’s your ex.”

“Not my ex.” She slightly corrected him, finding it an important nuance that her and Harry were never boyfriend and girlfriend. Jason swallowed as he looked at Eden, “You know I’m not the jealous type, Eden. I-I’m not sure what the meaning is behind this.”

“I’m not trying to make you jealous.” She frowned, placing her hand on his thigh soothingly. Was that his worry? That he wouldn’t freak out when Harry was inside of her? Eden didn’t expect him to. She nibbled her lip again, “There’s not really a meaning behind this. Sex with Harry was really good and it’d just be that for the three of us - sex.”

Jason seemed lost in thought, “I mean, I’m open to it. I’ve never done it with one of the people involved being my partner.” He admitted, “It’s always been friends or strangers, makes it less… complicated.”

“I get that.” Eden nodded.

“I mean, you’re my girlfriend and he’s a guy I’ve spoken to only once. Not to mention he’s ten years older.”

Eden swallowed, “He’s not like… a predator or anything.”

“No, I know.” Jason mumbled before he locked eyes with Eden again, “So he basically wants to sleep with you, but since you’re taken… I’m the bonus?” He had a slightly joking hint to his tone and Eden’s lips curled up into a smile as she chuckled, “Basically, yeah.”

Jason shakily exhaled, shaking his head softly, “Don’t know how you all put us under your spell, E. Seriously.”

Eden’s chest fluttered when she felt Jason giving in. He flicked his eyes up to her again, “I’m not just an extra bonus for you, am I? I won’t just be there for shits and giggles?”

“No.” Eden immediately shook her head, “I promise.” She scooted even closer, “I like you so much, Jason. You’re so sweet.” Her hand cupped his jaw, much like Harry had done to her during their jog. Eden had no idea that going for a run in the morning would turn to this. An altercation with Harry, him basically making her cum with just a brush of his fingers over her skin, and her asking Jason if he’s down for a threesome.

“You’d both be there for me.” She whispered softly. Jason’s lip twitched up in a small grin, “Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

Jason turned to face Eden, “So, what’s he like?” He curiously asked, “Like… I’m more of a sub, I think. Like you said, I’m sweet. A-And I think you know that I’m sweet in every sense of the word.” He murmured.

Eden shot him a small smile, “I’m sure Harry can dominate enough for the three of us.”

Jason shot her a faint smile and then nodded, “Okay. If you’re comfortable with the two of us, I am too.”

“Don’t just do it for me.” Eden exhaled and Jason chuckled, “I’m not. You know I’m open to that. We’re a couple, but we’re open with each other. I’m cool with it.”

Eden bit her lip and bashfully smiled, her skin heating at the thought. Harry, Jason and her. She hated how her thoughts immediately drifted to Harry. God, he could get her off with the flick of his thumb over her clit. She was reminded of that one time he did nothing but rub circles on her clit while whispering dirty Italian talk in her ear. She came so hard she almost passed out.

A shudder wrecked her body and Jason cocked up a brow, huffing out a chuckle, “I take it you’re cool with it too.”

“Yeah.” Eden giggled, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips, “And about not really knowing him… Harry invited us to spend the day around his pool.” She softly shrugged.

Jason raised his brows, “Really? That’s nice.”

“Hm.” Eden nodded, “So… I’d say we have breakfast and get ready, and then we can head over.” She shrugged softly. Jason smiled and nodded, squeezing her thigh, “Sounds good.”

Harry was in the house next door, pacing around his kitchen. The heads of Sadie and Lola followed his every move as he had his hands in his hair, wondering what the fuck he had just done. He wanted Eden so bad. So fucking pathetically bad that he’d willingly bring her boyfriend in the mix.

Harry was no stranger to a threesome or an adventurous night with a man. He had done it before, he was quite fluid in that department, but he had never done that with someone he had feelings for.

He just knew it’d be worth it, but he was being blinded by lust. And that lust was just the top layer, while there was so much more underneath that. An array of feelings for Eden. So strong and romantic his heart pulsed in his chest at the thought of her smile. 

Harry didn’t know what kind of guy Jason was. He was good-looking, obviously. And Eden said he was sweet. Too sweet for her, Harry thought. But that wasn’t his problem. Eden would very soon figure out that Jason was not what she wanted at all. But Harry just needed a chance to show her. If his feelings about Jason were correct, he’d agree to a threesome just to make Eden happy.

He followed her around, just like Eden followed Harry around. It pained him when she said that, because even though that was their dynamic at first, Harry could argue that Eden had way more power over him than the other way around. And he didn’t necessarily want this power either. Maybe in their sex life, it was a fun dynamic, but in real life, he wanted to be equals. Partners.

“Jesus.” Harry mumbled to himself when he realized how fucking whipped he sounded. But he was past that point. He was past fooling his brain that he was doing himself a favor by ghosting her. He craved her like a flower craving a drop of rain. And she was so close.

He wasn’t entirely surprised when the door rang about an hour later. Harry had been lounging around in swimming shorts and a linen shirt, bucket hat on his head to protect himself from the sun as the dogs were outside in the shade.

Opening the front door, he was met with Eden in a white, flowy dress and Jason standing behind her and sending him a slightly nervous smile.

“Hi.” Eden breathed, glancing at Jason over her shoulder, “We - uh… we’re here.”

“I can see that.” Harry chuckled, even if his heart beat overtime. He opened up the door wider, “Come on in.”

Eden strutted past him as Jason made a small stop, shaking Harry’s hand in a greeting, “Hey, man.”

“Hey, make yourself at home.” Harry nodded. Eden was right. Jason was kind. He could see it throughout the afternoon. Jason doted over Eden like no one else. They constantly laid whispering and giggling together while Harry observed. Whenever Eden took a dip in the pool, Jason came with her. He carried her around the water as she had her thighs locked around his hips and they exchanged kisses.

And Harry couldn’t remember why he thought this was a good idea. A raging pit of jealousy had nestled itself in his tummy as he watched the pair. His Eden. It had been another thing to hear her getting fucked, but it was another level of painful to see her be so romantic with someone that wasn’t him.

Eden insisted on making them a little lunch. Harry wasn’t worried when Eden claimed to know where everything in the kitchen was. Him and Jason stayed outside on the sunbeds as the crickets filled the silence and the sun was high up in the air.

“So…” Jason broke the silence and Harry softly opened his eyes that had dropped close, almost dozing off into a nap. He turned his head to see Jason, a small smirk on his lips, “So.” Harry mimicked.

Jason chuckled, “You and me and Eden, huh?”

“It appears so.” Harry nodded with a smirk. Jason exhaled a breath, “Are you comfortable with that?”

“I am.” Harry spoke without missing a beat, “Are you?”

“Yep.”

Harry pressed his lips together, just a small part of him wishing Jason would back out. “I mean, I think we’d both be there for Eden.”

“Yeah, I think so too.” Jason agreed, “I’m not sure if we’re… you know.”

“Well, I for sure wouldn’t mind.” Harry wasn’t lying and Jason smirked back, “Neither would I.”

But then, Eden reappeared from inside. She wore a dark green two-piece and immediately, both men stared at her, no longer having any interest in one another. Eden felt stupidly gorgeous as they both gawked at her. She made it into a little show, putting the plates down while pressing her tits together and arching her back.

“No drooling.” She teased cheekily. Jason chuckled and Harry licked his lip, “You look delicious.”

“What?”

“The food.” He corrected himself with a smirk, “The food looks delicious. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Eden winked and Harry’s stomach did a flip. He despised himself.

The three of them ate and Eden then took another dip in the pool. When Harry glanced at Jason to see that he was not following her in, the two of them locked eyes. Jason gave him the smallest of nods and Harry swallowed, shrugging off his linen shirt before following Eden into the pool after silently receiving Jason’s permission.

Eden resurfaced after diving in, seeing Harry make his way down the steps. The breath got knocked out of her lungs at the sight of his chiseled, tattooed body. He was so gorgeous she felt her pussy clenching around nothing. Every inch of his body brought back memories.

His mouth, his fingers, his thighs. The fucking tiger tattoo. The butterfly that was covered in her arousal more times than she could count. His neck that used to be littered in hickeys. His hair that she loved to pull when he had his tongue between her thighs. 

Eden exhaled a shaky breath as Harry took a small dive and resurfaced, pushing his wet hair away from his forehead. His smirk made her want to moan and Eden stayed still in the shallow end, the water reaching below her breasts as Harry swam over to her.

“Think you need another layer of sunscreen.” He rasped, eyes drawn to her chest, “You’re looking a little burned.”

“Oh.” Eden glanced down too before nodding, “Yeah, maybe.”

Harry and her stared at one another for a bit, both aware of Jason’s eyes on them. Eden took a breath, “Thank you for letting us stay over today.”

“That’s fine. I love having you in my house.” Harry shrugged.

Eden nibbled her lip, “Harry… what today is, and what tonight will be… it doesn’t change anything, okay? It’s just sex.”

“Yeah.” He lied, “Just sex.”

Eden narrowed her eyes, “I mean it.”

Harry huffed out a chuckle, “Me too.” He swam closer to her, both in the shallow end of the pool now. His hands easily found her underneath the surface of the water and Eden choked on a breath when his hands were around her midsection to easily tug her into his body. 

She trembled, goosebumps rising over her skin. She hadn’t been touched by him in so long. Large hands easily knew their way around her form as Harry spun her around, her back pressed to his chest. Her hands found the edge of the pool as she stared into Jason’s eyes, Harry standing behind her.

His nose ran along her shoulder, “So tonight…” He murmured.

“Mhm.” Eden swallowed, “Tonight.”

She shuddered when Harry pressed a kiss so light to her shoulder she could’ve imagined it. Jason watched along as Harry pressed Eden a bit further into the side of the pool, dick hardening in his swimming shorts and pressing against her ass.

“How do you still like it?” Harry whispered.

Eden leaned back into him as she panted out, “L-Like I used to.”

“Yeah?” His voice dripped honey. His hands circled around her tummy and Eden arched as Harry kissed the side of her neck, “You still like it when I’m so deep inside you it almost hurts?”

“Shit.” Eden whimpered, leaning back further into him, head dropping down onto his shoulder. She kept her eyes locked with Jason’s, who watched the interaction. Harry glanced at him too, “Is he as big as me?”

“No.” She breathed. Harry hummed, “Shame. Does he get to fuck your ass?”

Eden swallowed, “Uh-huh.”

“Does he slap you? Bite you? Spank you? Choke you?” Harry’s one hand moved up to her throat and Eden’s eyes rolled back. His hips pushed against her ass, grinding his erection against her. This was a fucking dream, Harry thought. This couldn’t be real. 

Eden fought for a breath, “W-When I ask him to.”

“Shame again.” Harry whispered, “No need to worry, baby. I know just how you like it. Does he make you squirt?”

No. Eden wanted to say but she nibbled her lip, “Sometimes.”

“Ragazza dolce.” Harry murmured. It sounded sweet, but it had a condescending tone. He smirked against her skin, “Lying for him… you must really like him, hm?”

Eden sighed out, turning her head slightly. Harry pressed a kiss to her temple, “Missed you so fucking much. No one feels like you do.”

Her knuckles turned white as they gripped the edge of the pool, water sploshing around them. Harry’s lips feathered down the column of her throat and over her sunkissed shoulder, “Can’t want to be inside you tonight. Feel you cream and squirt all over me, fucking hell.” He rutted his hips forward tonight.

“Where do you want me tonight, hm?” Harry rasped, his hand released her throat as it slipped down her abdomen. Eden’s eyes shot open, her tummy clenching as his fingers found the waistband of her bikini bottoms underneath the water. Harry’s breathing puffed against her skin as he wanted to cup her cunt underneath the water, but Eden’s hand tightly clasped around his wrist before he could touch her.

She panted out and Harry chuckled into her skin, kissing below her ear, “What’s the matter? Don’t tell me he turned you into a good girl, hm?”

Eden couldn’t think straight as Harry peppered kisses on her skin, going back to holding onto her waist as he grinded into her ass, “Remember when I ate you out on the edge of the pool?” He mused.

Eden’s eyes fluttered as she felt his hard length pressing into her and Harry bit the lobe of her ear, “Eden.” He reprimanded, “Do you remember?”

“Yes.” She swallowed, “Yes, I remember.”

“Good. You were always such a sweet little slut for me. Letting me use you however I wanted. Just needed me to take care of you, hm?”

“Oh my god.” She whimpered. Harry wanted to pump his fists in the air. He had her in the palm of his hand. He cooed her condescendingly, “So easy to ruin you. So easy to use you. Just have to whisper in your ear and you’re almost begging to choke on my cock.”

One of Eden’s hands flew behind her, gripping onto the back of Harry’s neck. He groaned softly, flicking his eyes up to lock eyes with Jason, who was still looking. Eden rolled her ass back against Harry as she panted out, dry humping him.

Harry smirked, letting go of inhibitions as he slipped his fingers underneath the triangles covering Eden’s tits, cupping her chest and giving a squeeze. The perfect handful for him. Eden gasped and arched more, providing him pressure and Harry licked the hinge of her jaw. Every dirty memory entered his brain. He remembered it all, every second he spent with her. 

“Gonna fuck you so good tonight.” He promised, “Make you feel what you’ve been missing, hm? Such a whore for my cock.” 

“Harry…” Eden whimpered and Harry grunted, “Fuck.”

The shadow of Jason looming over them made Harry and Eden both open their eyes. Jason stared down at her, panting and gasping as Harry grinded into her ass from behind, her head lulled back, her eyes hazy, her mouth open. His lip twitched up in a smirk, matching Harry’s. Harry latched his lips onto Eden’s neck, tugging her back into the pool to allow Jason room to join them.

He was hard in his shorts, Harry could tell. Eden’s breaths shortened when she locked eyes with Jason, who pressed himself against her front. She was smushed between both men and Jason wasted no time in cupping her ass, tugging her hips into him as he kissed her. Harry kept up the grinding against her backside, watching as Eden’s tongue slipped out to lick into Jason’s mouth.

His jealousy raged throughout his entire body and Harry grabbed her throat again, harder this time until Eden choked on a breath. She broke the kiss with a moan, tugging Harry’s hair as he had one hand around her throat and the other on her breast. 

“Please.” Eden panted, “P-Please.” 

Jason chuckled, shortly locking eyes with Harry. Harry played with her nipple, squeezing her throat as Jason slipped his fingers into the front of her bikini bottoms. Eden squeaked when he touched her. Jason dipped his head, surprising Harry with a sudden kiss. Harry choked Eden harder, eyes fluttering as Jason kissed him while fingering Eden. Eden’s eyes watered when Jason tapped into her g-spot, finding her so slick after Harry worked her up all the way.

It only took about a minute for her to reach her peak, spasming in Harry’s arms. The kiss between Harry and Jason broke as Harry rutted his hips into Eden’s ass, feeling as she arched and shivered in the aftermath of her orgasm.

He wanted to laugh when Jason gently shushed her, slipping his fingers from her pussy. Harry wondered how many fingers he used, if he pushed Eden to the brink. If it were him, he would’ve edged her a few times and overstimulated her until she was crying. Eden blinked a few times as the waves of pleasure subsided.

Jason looked rather pleased with himself, Eden’s legs locked around his waist. His fingers gently pulled her bikini top back in place, one of Harry’s hands still cupping one of her breasts as he kept her pulled back by her throat.

Harry moaned, forcing Eden’s head to turn as he pressed his lips on hers.

Eden froze, immediately pulling back in shock. Harry chased her, pressing another small kiss to her plump bottom lip but Eden gasped and violently moved out of his grip. Jason seemed surprised at her rejection and Harry frowned, “W-” His hands slipped from Eden as she seemingly panicked, staring at him with wide eyes and a heaving chest. 

Jason flicked his eyes between the two in confusion and Harry stared at Eden, who stared at him in shock.

“Eden?” Harry checked and she straightened up, fixing her bikini as she shook her head, “I-I can’t do this.” She hurried out of the pool, leaving puddles of water behind her as she disappeared inside of the house, leaving both men in the pool.

***

Eden was pacing around Harry’s bedroom. She had no idea why this is the place she chose to have her panic attack, but somehow it comforted her. She saw the bed she spent most of the past summer in, curled around his body.

Her lips still tingled. Not from her orgasm, but from that fucking kiss. She hadn’t expected him to kiss her. Somehow it felt far more intimate than him grinding his dick against her skin or him touching her tits. It felt… delicate. Vulnerable. And it brought back feelings that Eden had tried to get over.

The warm air inside the house had caused her bikini to dry and Eden yanked one of Harry’s shirts out of his closet to put it on and cover herself up a bit. She had a lump in her throat. Eden softly dropped down on the duvet of Harry’s bed, rolling around on her side until her fingers felt the sheets. She was catapulted back to waking up in here with him snoring into her neck. It had all felt so domestic.

She sniffled once until she heard footsteps, and Eden straightened up. She had expected it to be Jason, but Harry appeared in the doorway. He also covered up with a shirt and his hair was drying curly after being in the pool.

He had a frown on his forehead, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Or did he?” He asked in a slight panic.

Eden wiped underneath her eyes and Harry’s heart cracked, taking in her broken state. Eden rolled her lips inside her mouth, almost to keep herself from breaking down further, “I’m okay.” She rasped.

“You don’t look okay.”

She almost huffed, sniffling, “I-I just don’t wanna go through with it anymore. I wanna go home.”

Harry nibbled his lip, leaning against the doorpost, “Are… Are you sure?” He checked.

Eden got up her feet, “Yeah.” She breathed, “Sorry, you don’t get to fuck me today.” Her voice took a bitter turn as she was ready to strut past him, but Harry grabbed her arm with a frown on his face, “You think that’s what this was about?”

“What else was it about?” Eden shrugged, her voice sounding scratchy. She shrugged her arm out of his grip, “You’re horny, said you’ve been missing me and the way we used to be. And what we used to be, were two people fucking around the clock. You’re not that hard to figure out, Harry. You just wanted to get in my pants.”

“I did miss you.” He exhaled, “For far more than sex. You have to know that.”

“How could I know that?!” Eden couldn’t stop herself as she angrily shoved against his shoulders. Even though Harry hardly budged, his brows raised in surprise when tears streamed down Eden’s cheeks, “You kissed me! You fucking kissed me.”

He opened his mouth to speak but she shook her head, bottom lip wobbling, “You broke my heart.” Her voice cracked and Harry’s stomach dropped. Eden shuddered a bit, shoulders dropping as she stood wobbly in his familiar bedroom, “You ghosted me.” She muttered, “Do you have any idea how painful that was? A-And now you just… you wanna pretend nothing ever happened?”

“You agreed.” Harry’s tone was soft and Eden huffed, “Yes, because I thought I was over you.”

Harry licked his lip, “Are you not?” He took a step closer to Eden and she took one back as she sniffled, “Well, I’m crying in your bedroom, wearing your shirt after you kissed me. So no, I’m not. Which is very fucking painful considering you’ve been over me this entire time.”

“I’m not over you.” Harry frowned, “Not by a fucking long shot. I-I’ve been thinking of you all year. I didn’t expect you to show up with a boyfriend. That broke my heart.”

“You broke me first.” She bitterly spoke, “I don’t believe a word you say. You didn’t make any effort into making the long distance thing work.”

Harry ran a hand through his hair, “I thought I was doing you a favor.”

Eden stared at him and Harry casted his eyes down, “Honestly.” He murmured, “I-I didn’t want you to be hung up on me. I felt like we had no future, that we had nothing in common. You wouldn’t move here, I wouldn’t move there… I’m so much older than you. It was a summer thing a-and I felt like I had to let you go.”

He perhaps thought his words would soften Eden up, but if anything her face just darkened. He hadn’t expected the second shove against his chest, stumbling back one step this time.

“You coward.” Eden scoffed as more tears leaked from her eyes. Harry pressed his lips together and Eden shook her head in disbelief, “Y-You don’t get to just decide that for me. I don’t need you to do me any fucking favors. And besides, ghosting me was best for me?! Didn’t even have the fucking decency to have a conversation. I’m a human with feelings and I deserved more. Just because you’re a fucking child doesn’t mean you can treat me like I am too.”

“Hey.” Harry frowned and Eden raised her brows, “What? Anything to say? Seriously, that’s the most pathetic excuse I’ve ever heard. Doing me a favor? You hurt me! I asked you time and time again to visit me in London, you always declined. And not once did you ask me to visit you here.”

Harry frowned deeper, “I-I’m - I mean, you could’ve just come over!”

“And show up unannounced?” Eden challenged. She pointed her finger at him sharply, “You single-handedly decided to end something that involved the two of us. I had no say.”

Harry stared at the floor again, her words of pain seeping into his bones. And he knew she was right. He closed his eyes for a brief second, “You’re right. And I’m sorry. I-I went about it the wrong way, but please know that I cared about you so much. I had just as many feelings as you did. We fooled ourselves into thinking it was a summer-thing.”

Eden crossed her arms in front of her chest as she lowered her gaze. It was silent between them. The amount of information Eden just received, confused her greatly. For all these months, she’d had no answers. And now she did, and it somehow didn’t feel half as satisfying as she hoped it would.

“Why did you suggest this threesome?” Eden softly asked.

Harry moved around, sitting down on the edge of the bed eventually. His fingers fiddled together, “Because I wanted to be close to you. I know you’re devoted to him. And you’re right, he is nice. I still don’t think he’s what you need, but he’s nice, like he’s a good guy.” Harry sincerely spoke, “I just missed you so much, and I craved you. Physically, yes, but also more than that. Just… spending time with you. Making you smile.” He stupidly shrugged before sighing out again, “I felt like it was the only way. I told myself it’d hurt me less to see you with him, than to not see you at all.”

Eden stared at him in disbelief and Harry licked his top lip, “Which wasn’t true. I’m so fucking jealous and he’s so lucky, Eden. And I promise I’ll leave you alone from now on if he makes you happy. I let you go.”

“You did.”

Harry swallowed, “I know.”

Eden weighed her words before flicking her eyes up, “I expected more from you.” She softly spoke, the lump in her throat very present. Harry’s shoulders dropped a tad at her words and Eden wiped underneath her eye again, “Doing anything long-distance requires work and effort, Harry. Just because we didn’t see each other every single day and we had responsibilities, didn’t mean I didn’t still have feelings for you. It… It felt like a break-up.”

Harry felt the pressure behind his eyes and dared flicking his eyes up to Eden, forcing his lips to stop wobbling, “I was in love with you.”

“Stop.” She whispered and he shook his head, chuckling bitterly, “No, really. Like I tried to stop it. But I felt so empty when you left, like nothing made sense anymore. I looked for you in everyone, told myself it’d get better. But it didn’t. I’ve been fucking miserable.” He reached for his phone, “Here.” He turned his screen, “See how whipped you’ve gotten me?”

Eden frowned as she took his phone, seeing the open tab on his internet-app which showed apartments in London. Her throat ran dry, “What is this?”

“Was looking to buy a place in London.” He mumbled, “So I could be close to you.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yep.” Harry popped the ‘p’. “It’s quite pathetic.”

Eden stared at him, “I-I don’t know what to say.” She rasped.

Harry was even too embarrassed to look at her. They stood in silence for a bit until Eden turned around and walked off. Harry’s shoulders lowered as he let out a shaky breath, “Shit.” He cursed in defeat, dropping back down on his bed.

By the time he found the courage to get up, he glanced out his window to see Eden’s house quiet and unlit. He felt a punch to his stomach when he noticed the car being gone.

It was dark by the time he was alerted by headlights and the sound of tires on the gravel road. Sadie and Lola lifted their heads too, tails wagging as Harry peeled himself off of the leather couch. He had been sitting in silence this time, brooding. Heartbroken. It felt truly done with Eden now and it was like his heartbreak came around in full force at the realization. He had cried, he had showered, he had cleaned up outside after having Jason and Eden over.

He didn’t know when Jason left. All he knew was when Eden left them both in the pool, both of them decided to give her some time first. They had sat outside in silence until Harry announced that he was going to look for her. Jason didn’t stop him.

Harry was on his way to look out the window and see if maybe Eden and Jason had returned, but stopped when the bell rang.

He hurried to the front door, breathless once he opened it up. Eden stood in front of him, almost as nervous as she had been over a week prior when he saw her again after all this time.

“Hey.” Harry rasped.

Eden exhaled a shaky breath, “I - uh… I drove Jason to the airport. We broke up.”

Harry’s brows raised, “Oh?”

“Yeah.” Eden nibbled her lip, hesitation flashing over her features, “Can I… I mean, have you had dinner? I-I’m starving and I was wondering if… if maybe you wanted to eat together.”

Harry could hardly believe what he was hearing. He cleared his throat, legs wobbling a bit, “Y-Yeah, sure. Uh - here? I have stuff in the fridge. We can whip something up.”

Eden carefully entered the house, not as confidently as she did at other times. Harry watched her like a hawk and when Eden had greeted the dogs and they were in the kitchen together, he could no longer keep it in, “What happened?”

Eden didn’t seem very surprised at his question, “We… We talked. I came home, he was already there. I told him what happened, what we talked about.” She popped herself up on the counter as she took a breath, and Harry leaned against the fridge opposite her.

“He said he figured it out.” She shrugged, “That there was still something going on between us. He… He wished me well, we hugged goodbye.” It hurt her to say it. Jason was just so nice. And she treated him so poorly. Even Harry felt for him, but he hadn’t really expected any less. Jason basically worshiped Eden. He just wanted her to be happy, much like Harry.

“I had to tell him, it just wasn’t fair. Wasn’t fair to be with him when I’m not over you.” She murmured. 

Harry’s chest warmed but he hardly dared to be hopeful. He swallowed, “I’m not over you either.”

Eden watched the swing in her legs, her thoughts clouded. She glanced up at him, “Do you mean that?” 

Harry nodded before her question was even out, “Yes, completely. And I know I was an asshole about it, there’s no excuse. But I wanna be better.” He licked his lip, “Seeing you again… it brought everything back. And I don’t wanna let you go a second time.”

Eden’s stomach clenched, “Y-You don’t?”

“I don’t.” He repeated, flicking up his gaze, “And if you still want me… I wanna prove it to you.”

Eden felt only a bit stupid. Was she falling for his games again? Was this entire thing doomed? Was it all just words with no action?

Harry could see the wheels in her head spinning and approached her, placing his hands on the countertop next to her thighs, “Eden,” He breathed, “I’m serious. Honestly. You’re like…” He swallowed thickly, “my favorite person. I missed you so fucking much.”

Her skin grew hot as Eden blinked at him, in disbelief of his words. He was so close. Harry’s eyes widened in surprise when Eden gently leaned in, their lips just brushing together. Her eyes fluttered shut at the gentle touch, thighs tensing as the air between them grew hot and thick.

Harry relaxed, leaning into Eden further as the kiss deepened. Her fingers found the sides of his button-up, tugging him into her further as she tilted her head to the side to allow him more access. Harry groaned from the back of his throat, cupping Eden’s cheeks. Her knees parted for him and a shudder ran down Harry’s spine when her tongue softly flicked against his bottom lip.

“Shit.” He moaned, stroking his thumbs over her cheekbones, “Yeah?” He nodded the question, flicking his eyes between both of hers, as if asking for confirmation that they were really doing this. That they were really giving it a shot, seriously this time.

Eden bit her lip and nodded, “Yes.” 

Harry crashed their lips together, all inhibitions gone. Sadie and Lola curiously watched them from the couch as they made out. It was all tongues and whimpers and teeth as Eden pulled him so close it almost hurt. Harry easily picked her up, and it was like a déjà-vu when he blindly carried Eden up the stairs. They had done this so many times. 

Her kisses grew hungrier, hands tangled in his brown locks as Harry kicked the bedroom door shut and they both dropped on the bed. Eden hastily ripped Harry’s shirt off of his shoulders, tanned skin bulged around his muscles as he held himself up and Eden stroked her fingers over his biceps, taking him in.

Emotion flashed through Harry’s eyes as he laid between Eden’s parted thighs and they resumed their heavy kissing. He licked into her mouth, the plush of her lips brushing against his as he claimed her again. Eden kicked off her shoes and raked her blunt nails down his back, making him arch into her. 

Eden locked her leg around his hip, flipping them over and Harry gladly let her. His back met the sheets as she scooted up on his lap, sitting on top of him. She yanked off the top she was wearing, revealing the dark green bikini underneath.

Harry’s eyes dropped to her chest, his fingers playing over her ribs and up to the triangles covering her up. He brushed his thumbs over where he knew her nipples were and reached his hand around her back, tugging on the knot to get the bikini off. 

Harry could hardly contain himself when Eden sat topless on top of him, gently rocking her hips into his hard cock while catching her breath. She leaned down to kiss his muscular chest, her hands exploring him as she scooted herself down.

Harry’s eyes fluttered as he stared up at the ceiling, preparing himself to feel her lips and attempt to not cum down her throat. Eden gave the best blowjobs he had ever received. She was so filthy with it, not a care in the world as spit dribbled down her chin and she always allowed him to fuck her throat.

She could take him so deep he’d feel her nose against his tummy and she allowed him to cut off her airway until she was on the brink of passing out. Eden loved the pain. Her mouth watered when she sunk down the edge of the bed, Harry’s legs dangling over it. Eden hastily tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before tugging down Harry’s shorts. He panted out, “A-Are you sure?” Please say yes.

“Yes.” Eden confirmed, “Wanna taste you.”

Harry lazily smirked, humming as Eden’s hands closed around his throbbing cock. She used both to stroke him, and he didn’t have to look at her to know she had a sick grin on her face at the precum blurting at his tip. He was hard as a rock, pulsing against her palm. Eden took her time in studying him, realizing he was just as she remembered. Just as big, thick and veiny as she remembered.

“I missed your dick so much.” She admitted, “So, so much.”

“Take it.” Harry rasped, and Eden did. Her lips folded around his tip to give a hard suck that nearly had him coming right there. “Fuck.” He gasped, nails digging into the sheets as Eden hummed at his taste.

She was impatient, sinking her mouth down on him and enveloping him while her tongue flicked in every direction. She held him in her throat, willing away her gags as her hand pumped the part she couldn’t fit just yet. She hummed, clenching her thighs together. Eden loved giving head. Especially to Harry.

“Fuck, così buono, così buono.” Harry breathlessly moaned, “Dio mio.”

Eden moaned around him at his Italian cursing and her hand played with his balls as she bobbed up and down. Harry saw stars behind his closed eyelids, jaw dropping with strangled groans. He hadn’t been stimulated like this in so fucking long. No one was her.

His eyes rolled back when Eden suckled his tip again, and Harry’s hips bucked up as his toes curled. She knew just how to work him. “S-Shit - Eden…” He lowly groaned. Eden took a hold of his ankles, urging Harry to put his feet up on the bed as she stayed kneeled.

His heart violently hammered at what he thought she was about to do. And when Eden popped off and angled his cock up, Harry felt like he was in fucking heaven, “Baby,” He whimpered, “oh my god - please… p-please.” He begged pathetically and Eden hummed, “It’s okay.” Her voice sounded hoarse from the blowjob and she kissed the back of his thigh before working her tongue between his cheeks.

Harry threw his head back as he gripped his solid cock, stroking himself. Eden used her free hands to spread him and give herself more space to eat him out. Her tongue lapped over his rim, relaxing him. 

“Y-You’re perfect.” Harry squeaked, pinching his eyes shut at the heavenly stimulation. Only Eden did this for him. 

When Eden felt like Harry was close to his edge, she retrieved her touches, licking around her mouth for the excess saliva as he caught his breath. Eden wobbled on her legs when she hastily pulled down the skirt she wore, bikini bottoms webbing to her pussy due to her wetness. 

She was fully naked, jumping back on the bed with Harry who immediately rolled them on their sides. It was all quick and hasty as their tongues tangled and he grabbed her thigh, rolling on top of her with her legs locked around his hips. 

“Can I?” He panted breahtlessly, “Please? Fuck - baby, I need to be inside you.”

“Uh-huh.” Eden moaned, “I’m s-so ready.”

“Haven’t prepped you.” Harry kissed her jaw and Eden felt nearly delirious with need, “No need.” She breathed, “J-Just fuck me.”

Harry didn’t let her off that easy though. He hummed softly into her neck, planting gentle kisses over her skin as his hand moved between her legs. A low moan bubbled up his throat when he felt how wet she was. The mound of her pussy, the apex of her thighs, covered in her slick arousal. Her clit pulsed and Eden tried to keep the tears away, feeling so overwhelmed and sensitive.

Harry raised his head and let one of his hands slip behind her neck to hold her up a bit, “Want you to look at me,” He breathed, “when I slip inside you.”

Eden managed to nod, holding her breath. Harry pumped himself once, “Condom?” He briefly asked. He knew him and Eden never used one in the past. Eden was infertile and they only slept with one another.

She swallowed at his question, “Y-You can choose.” She rasped, “I always used one with him. We never did it bare. I’m clean.” Her words surprised him. She never did it bare with Jason? Eden had no chance of a pregnancy, so Harry wondered if she never really had that connection to Jason as she did with him.

But her letting him choose was also sort of the ultimate challenge for Harry. It was almost asking him if he was really serious about this, if they were really gonna go there. Harry quickly kissed her, “Okay. No condom.”

Eden smiled lightly, “No condom.” She whispered. The smile was quickly wiped off her face when Harry dragged the tip of his cock through her sodden folds.

Eden’s lips parted desperately as she exhaled in a shaky breath, “Yes,” She squeaked, “oh god - please.”

“Yeah?” Harry cooed, “Y’need me? Open your legs.”

Eden tried to split her thighs wider and Harry shot her a stern look, “Wider.”

She whined softly, allowing him more space. It was hard to think when Harry’s cockhead continued to brush into her pearled clit. Eden felt like she was about to fucking explode.

“That’s it.” Harry praised, “That’s so good. There we go. My little slut with her legs wide open for me, hm? La mia sporca puttana.”

Eden sputtered out a high-pitched moan when Harry’s tip popped between her walls. She was so hot and creamy, welcoming him greedily as he inched forward to fill her pussy. Eden clenched her jaw in pure satisfaction, eyes rolling back and a moan stuck in her throat.

Harry couldn’t help but smirk at her ruined state, but his breathing turned shorter too the closer he got to filling her to the hilt. He grunted when his thighs touched hers, nestled so fucking deep inside her as her walls clamped around him.

Eden forgot what it felt like to feel so… full. In the best way. So full and fulfilled. Her hands locked around his shoulders in a death-grip as she puffed out sharp breaths, blinking a few times to remind herself where she was.

Harry reared back halfway before sinking back in and Eden gasped, “Oh - Harry.”

“Fuck, I know.” His voice sounded shaky, breathing against Eden’s lips, “I know, baby… Feels so good. So good.”

“Uh-huh.” Eden whimpered, “M-Missed you like this.”

He pressed a kiss to her chin, “Me too, baby. Me too. I missed you so much.” He sharply thrusted, tip of his dick stroking right against Eden’s g-spot. She gasped shakily at the feeling, a tear leaking down her temple, “Shit - you’re gonna make me cum so fast.”

Harry smirked, “Yeah?” He thrusted again, gently squeezing the nape of her neck, “Are you gonna get wet all over me?”

Eden desperately clawed at his shoulders, “Y-Yes.” She whispered, “Oh my god, fuck.” 

Harry dropped his head in the crook of her neck, speeding up a bit. With Eden’s thighs around his hips, he took her in deep missionary. The bed rocked, their moans filling the room as Eden’s orgasm surprised her completely. She cried out, spasming underneath Harry’s body but he didn’t let up, sharply slapping the outside of her thigh as he only screwed into her harder to get her further gone.

Eden mewled, on the brink of pain and pleasure as always with Harry. He was so big, stretching her so wide. But he knew her limits almost better than she knew them herself. Eden would never stop begging for more even if she couldn’t handle it. Harry momentarily pulled out to stave off his own orgasm, allowing Eden time to come down as he kissed his way down her body.

Her thighs trembled, her pussy wet and puffy as he used his thumbs to spread her folds and anchored her legs over his shoulders to eat her out. Eden grabbed the pillow so hard she worried she’d break her nails as she arched and gasped, the feeling of Harry’s tongue on her simply unmatched.

“Yes…” She slurred, “Oh fuck, yes.” She bucked her hips back into him, Harry’s tongue sinfully slipping in and out of her before locking around her clit to give quick, sharp sucks until Eden near shoved his head away in overstimulation. 

“Can you take more?” Harry wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he crawled back over her, dick rock hard still. Eden blinked at him as she swallowed, nodding, “Mhm. Use me. Use me - please.”

It sounded like music to Harry’s ears. He growled from the back of his throat, tossing Eden around until she was on top of him. Not that she needed to get any ideas - Harry was in charge. He positioned her how he saw fit, splitting her thighs around his hips as he forced her to hold her hands behind her back and his free hand held her up by the chin.

“Look at you…” He crooned, gathering spit behind his teeth before giving Eden a warning look. Her eyes fluttered as she let out a pathetic whimper, lips opening no further than an inch as Harry spat in her mouth, part of his saliva dripping down her lips. 

“Dirty slut.” He whispered, using his thumb to spread his spit around before slapping her cheek. Eden moaned at the sting, shuddering on top of him as she desperately tried to get him inside of her again. Eden’s cheek turned red and Harry felt more turned on than he could ever remember to be. 

Harry grinded up against Eden’s wet pussy, smirking at the way her eyes rolled back at the small stimulation. She looked so ruined, but he loved it. And it was proof of how much she trusted him.

“You want my cock?” Harry crooned, “So desperate for it, aren’t you? You’d just let me do anything…” He gave her wrists a warning squeeze to hold them together without his help and Eden did so as his hand travelled lower on her back. He gave one of her ass cheeks a sharp slap and she gasped, grinding back against him. Harry moaned softly, “You’d let me do anything, such a good cumslut, hm? Just want to be filled.”

“Yes.” Eden croaked out shakily and her eyes closed when Harry’s fingers brushed over her rim. Eden keened, arching into him. They had done anal in the past and Eden absolutely loved it. The stretch felt unmatched and it could just get her so far gone. She loved the daze that came with it.

“Want me to fuck you here?” Harry whispered, heart pounding at the thought of slipping inside Eden’s tightest entrance. She mewled as he put pressure on the tight ring of muscles, teasing to push in a finger. Eden managed to nod, “Y-Yes.”

The thought aroused Harry, his dick twitching, “Later, hm?  Wanna fill up your cunt first. Bet your little pussy missed my cum.” He messily kissed her, licking over her lip before he slapped her ass again, urging Eden to lift up so she could sink down on him. 

“Wanna watch it drip.” Harry’s brain spun as he murmured all his filthy thoughts to Eden, who whimpered when she heard him. Her shoulders tensed as he took all control even with Eden on top of him. Harry immobilized her, holding a hand on her ass with a firm grip to have her move up and down on his cock.

He licked up the side of Eden’s neck, “And lick it back up. Y’look so pretty when you’re all creamy for me, baby.”

Eden lulled out a moan as she squirted, making Harry’s eyes pinch shut at the feeling of her gushing over him. “Fuck.” He exhaled, “Hm, just like that.” He continued thrusting up in a lazy pace, “There’s my good girl… Getting me all wet because I’m fucking you too good.”

It all felt like one big orgasm to Eden. Harry’s cock was made for her, filling her up so perfectly. He knew just how to handle her. His slaps were well-timed to keep her on the brink of pain, which only intensified the pleasure. His dirty talk was unmatched, his choking and spitting was just the right amount to turn Eden insane. She had never been this aroused in her life and she couldn’t believe she had been missing this for a year. No one ever came close to how well Harry knew her body like the back of his hand.

“Never gonna let you leave again.” Harry slurred as his orgasm neared, feeling Eden clench around his cock as he whispered the message in her ear. She was hunched over him, panting into his neck as he held her on top of him, fucking up into her wet pussy.

He slapped her ass again before his hand grabbed her chin, forcing her to kiss him, “Promise me you’ll stay.” He moaned.

Eden could hardly hear him, her body convulsing in so much pleasure. Harry spat in her open mind and gave her cheek another slap, something Eden greatly welcomed. Tears streamed down her face in pure delight when Harry manhandled her like this. “I promise.” She whimpered.

It was all Harry really needed to hear to fill her up. His hips jerked, his teeth sinking down into his bottom lip. Eden always loved listening to him when he was turned on. He moaned a melody of her name mixed with Italian curse words, grabbing her body so tightly he could break a few of her bones if he wanted. She let him, cock jolting up inside of her as he sharply thrusted with each spurt of come leaving him and painting her insides. 

It was primal, dirty and not even nearly enough. But it was for now.

Harry doted over her afterwards, Eden too out of it to really say much. He cared for her, cuddled her and kissed her as he massaged her sore shoulders and rubbed lotion over any scratch or bite marks he left behind. Eden laid curled up in his fluffy sheets as Harry gently cleaned them both up.

Eden didn’t say anything as she curled into his body, exhaling a comforted sigh when Harry wrapped her up. Her voice came back about thirty minutes later, once she had taken a little nap.

“Wow.” She whispered.

Harry chuckled, playing with her hair as he stared up at the ceiling. Eden’s head rested on his shoulder and he turned his head to kiss her forehead, “Hm, you’re back.”

“I am.” Eden yawned, “Jesus…” She stretched out her sore legs, “that was intense.”

“How do you feel?” Harry checked, cuddling her a bit closer for warmth. Eden kept her eyes closed, “Good. ‘M thirsty and hungry.”

The night was still young, and it proved to be so when round two happened in the kitchen. As they had some focaccia in the oven, Harry bent her over the countertop. With the dogs outside for the evening freshness, Harry fucked her. It was softer but she came twice more, the position so good for Eden as she arched out her back and pressed her chest into the cold countertop. 

Round three was in the shower afterwards, when Eden lowered herself to her knees to suck him off again. Her body was too tired and sore for more, but she was desperate to have Harry coming again. And he did, filling up her mouth and most of his release painted over her face. 

Eden overstimulated him, her fingers disappearing between his ass cheeks as she took him all the way in her throat in aftercare. Tears leaked down Harry’s face as he lost his balance in the shower, every muscle in his body shivering and trembling. It always turned him a bit emotional to realize how much pleasure Eden wanted him to have. Pushing her own discomfort aside to have him coming as hard as possible.

They cuddled in bed after that, and Eden couldn’t keep her eyes off of him as Harry fought his own body - refusing to go to sleep. His eyes constantly turned droopy but he forced himself to stay awake.

And when Harry jolted awake the next morning to a cold bed, he was immediately panicked.

Did Eden regret it? Did she sneak off? Was she gone? Did he dream it all?

Her bikini on the bedroom floor proved that it had all happened, and Harry jumped in a pair of boxers as he ran downstairs. 

“Shit.” He breathed, clutching his own chest when he stood in the kitchen, overlooking his garden. Eden was in a pair of his boxers and a button-up, holding a fresh cup of coffee as she played with the dogs. Sadie and Lola excitedly circled around her legs and fetched her the ball Eden continued to throw. He could hear her giggle all the way inside.

Harry felt ten years younger, watching Eden. She brightened up his life so much. His feet carried him out in the warm morning, grass crispy from the heat underneath his feet.

“Good morning.” Harry whispered, standing behind Eden and wrapping his arms around her from behind. She smiled when looking over her shoulder, and they met in a sideways kiss, “Good morning.” She smiled.

Harry gave her body a squeeze as he nuzzled his nose below her ear, “Thought you snuck off on me.”

“Really?” Eden teased, turning around in his grip. Harry grabbed her ass, pulling her up a bit to kiss her decently as he hummed, “Yeah. Got me scared.”

Eden ran a hand through his hair, hearts in her eyes when she stared at him, “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Except back to the UK next week.” Harry murmured. Eden’s smile dropped a bit. Harry took the coffee from her hand to have a sip himself before he cleared his throat, “Hey - I should really look for a house rather than an apartment, shouldn’t I?” He mused out loud, “I kind of hadn’t thought of the dogs. But they’d hate being locked up all day. I definitely need a garden.”

Eden’s heartbeat quickened as she nibbled her lip, “Like… What do you mean?” She carefully asked.

“In London.” Harry pecked her top lip, “For when I move there.”

Eden exhaled a sharp breath, staring at him in wonder, “You were serious about that?” She softly asked.

Harry gave her ass a squeeze, “Of course.” He finished up her coffee and put it down on the windowsill behind him, “I’m serious about you. About us. I can sell this place easily. Maybe look for a little vacation home somewhere else. Somewhere… not next to your dad and Colleen.” He joked.

“But… But you love this house.” Eden murmured.

Harry shot her a grin, making her slightly yelp as he picked her up underneath her thighs, “I love you. Fuck the house. I can buy another one. Doesn’t matter where I am as long as I’m with you.” The romantic words felt foreign to Harry, but they came naturally. He had never been this infatuated with another person before. No one could ever make him move in the past.

Eden giggled in disbelief, “You…” She stared down at him before leaning in and taking Harry in a deep kiss. He moaned into her mouth and Eden panted out, nuzzling her nose with him, “I-I love you too, but I want you to think about this.”

“I don’t have to.” Harry shook his head, slowly carrying Eden back inside as he continued carrying her, “The last year of my life has been so fucking lonely, Eden. Like I said, I don’t care where I am as long as I’m with you.”

Eden’s body erupted with butterflies and her cheeks hurt from smiling so wide. Last night had felt like a fever dream. Her legs still felt sore from the amount of orgasms Harry pulled from her body, but it was so much more than that. It was never just sex.

“London’s quite cold.” She breathed teasingly and Harry smirked, squeezing her thighs, “I suppose you’ll have to keep me warm.”

//

THE END OFFICIALLY

[kyleoreillylover]

here is a sneak peak into a wip of a jey uso x oc x roman reigns fic of mine. set after crown jewel 2024! lemme know what u think.

tagged: @southerngirl41@venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996@tbones450 @steakwithasideofmashngravy @selena-tyler-564@saintaquarius@whatdoeseverybodywant@raya-hunter01@hope4more

The knock on the door was sharp but casual, the kind meant to say, It’s just me, no big deal. Jey leaned against the doorframe, trying to settle the nervous energy buzzing in his chest. He glanced down the hall, checking for wandering eyes, before knocking again. “Yo, D,” he called, letting the last letter stretch with a singsong lilt.

The door creaked open, and there she was: Davina, standing in a tank top and sweats, one hand clutching her phone and the other already mid-roll of her eyes. “Jey, what do you want?”

Jey smirked, stepping inside before she could shut him out. “That’s how you greet me? Thought we were better than that.” He nodded toward the half-packed suitcase sprawled on the bed. “You leavin’ me already?”

Davina sighed, her fingers brushing a stray curl from her face. “House shows. You know the drill.”

Jey shook his head, hands in his pockets as he sauntered over to the suitcase. “Nah. You’re not takin’ that flight.”

Her brows shot up. “Excuse me?”

“Give me this.” Without waiting for her permission, he snatched the suitcase and held it like a shield, stepping back when she reached for it.

“Jey!” She stomped a foot, a little stomp that made him bite back a grin. “What is your problem? I have a match tomorrow—”

“Not anymore,” he cut her off, shrugging like it was no big deal. “Change of plans.”

Davina planted her hands on her hips, her lips pressing into a line he knew too well. “What plans?”

Jey’s heart thudded harder, but he kept his tone light. “Look, I got you. You don’t even gotta worry about paying for nothin’. Just grab your jacket, and let’s go.”

“Go where?” She crossed her arms, her voice sharp now. “Jey, you better start explaining before I—”

He sighed, the weight of what he had to say making his shoulders sag. “SmackDown,” he admitted.

Her silence hit him harder than her words ever could. Davina blinked at him, then laughed bitterly. “SmackDown?” she repeated, like he’d just suggested they fly to Mars. “Jey, no.”

“D, come on—”

“No,” she snapped, her tone as firm as he’d ever heard it. She took a step closer, trying to grab the suitcase again, but he shifted it behind his back. “Give me my stuff.”

“Not until you listen,” he said, his voice gentler now. “Look, I know you don’t wanna hear it. I know you’ve been tryna stay outta this Bloodline mess, but D—”

“Don’t,” she interrupted, her voice wavering now. “Don’t bring them up. You know I’m not—”

“You are,” Jey insisted, his tone soft but unrelenting. “You are blood, D. Just like Sami. And we need you.”

“I’m not blood,” she shot back, her voice sharp again. “And I don’t care what Roman, or Solo, or any of them need. I’m done with it. Done.”

Her words stung more than they should’ve, but Jey didn’t let it show. He set the suitcase down, stepping closer until they were inches apart. “This ain’t about Roman,” he said quietly. “This is about me. About Sami. About family.”

Davina’s gaze softened, but her jaw stayed tight. “Family doesn’t call you nothing but a… a slutty opportunist when you walk away.” Her voice cracked on the word, and Jey’s chest tightened.

“Hey, nah,” he said quickly, his hands gently gripping her shoulders. “Don’t even say that again. That’s not you. Roman was hurt. He was wrong, but he don’t get to define you.”

Davina’s eyes darted away, her lips trembling. “He meant it, Jey. He meant every word.”

Jey shook his head, his grip firm but warm. “You’re Davina. You’re the strongest, smartest, sweetest person I know. Don’t let what he said live rent-free up here.” He tapped her temple lightly, earning the smallest twitch of a smile.

“Jey…”

“Listen,” he said, his voice dipping softer now. “I know it’s a lot. I know you don’t wanna go back to him. Hell, I don’t either most days. But Solo’s out there actin’ like he’s the new Chief, and he’s hurtin’ everyone we care about. Roman, Jimmy, even Sami.”

She flinched at Sami’s name, and Jey seized the moment.

“You think Sami don’t feel the same way you do?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion. “You think he ain’t scared to face Roman again? But he’s comin’, D. He’s comin’ because he knows this ain’t just about Roman. It’s about us. All of us.”

Davina stared at him, her defenses crumbling bit by bit.

“Please,” Jey said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Come with me. Just to talk. I’ll be there the whole time. If Roman says somethin’ stupid, I’ll knock sense into him myself. Just… don’t leave me hangin’, D. I need you.”

The room was quiet for a long moment, the tension thick between them. Finally, Davina sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

“Fine,” she muttered. “But I’m doing this for you. Not Roman.”

Jey’s grin was instant, his relief pouring out in a shaky laugh. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

He grabbed her jacket from the back of a chair and held it out to her. “C’mon. Let’s go before you change your mind.”

As she slipped on the jacket, he caught her muttering something under her breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” she said quickly, though her cheeks flushed.

Jey smirked, his heart lighter than it had been in weeks. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, D.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt like they had a shot at fixing things. Together.

He just hoped Roman didn't fuck things up.

But that was just wishful thinking.

[therealslimshakespeare]

I literally read whatever you write but I would kill for a genderbent mailorder AU with fem!gale. I think you’d write it so well and it’d be so interesting to see you tackle that concept.

Runner up is fem!OC, I just know Bucky would make her fall for him in no time flat. 💛

This is so sweet of you because I have these fool brained ideas that seize me so strongly I don’t know what to do with myself and I wanna share them but i never know if j can follow through and make it something to share, ha. So anyways, thanks for encouraging me and I can say I’m very obsessed and devoted to the notion of genderbent Gail Cleven because she’d make such a fascinating lady?! And John Egan would be looking at all six foot, face of an angel, limbs of a boy and mind as stubborn as a mule’s and he’d be all “my magnificent unicorn” 🤩 here, have a small sneak peak:

Mail Order Bride AU 🪺 || Genderbent Clegan

It’s with clear eyed rage and only the smallest tremor of her long boned hand that Gail Cleven picks up the detestable advert of three weeks gone from the kitchen table and gives the now memorized words a solemn read through.

“Wanted, wife. Of amiable disposition, not afraid of solitude, capable of shooting a firearm or willing to learn. Will be kept in comfort and treated respectfully as God intended. Klondike territory, cabin already built, stream nearby, gold vein found and mining in progress, two hundred acres of unseeded acreage. Major Bucky Egan, advertiser.”

It was the last line that infuriated Gail. Well, the second to last -she had no objection to the signer’s name. It was the Two Hundred Acres that some oaf of a gold digger wasn’t putting to any use. Gail would have that place baled and sold for hay in a month's time then plowed and sown in three. Four tops. Harvest in seven. Profit in seven and two weeks. She wasn’t sure why she cared so much but the pounding jealousy of such waste competed with the pounding in her bruised cheek and as she looked at the scorned advertisement this one last time, for she knew then, that it would be the last.

For she would leave this newsprint on the kitchen table and she would leave this kitchen and it’s peeling paint and residue of meals she once labored for and over in a twisted sort of love and she would walk over that threshold and leave behind the kitchen and the table and the newspaper and her father’s house and she would go somewhere and make something of herself where she could tack on a couple hundred acres of wasted prairie as an afterthought. She just needed to go somewhere out of the country. And change her name.

[deepdisireslonging]

All the Better

For lack of better description, the Reader belongs to Wardlow, the war dog of AEW. He likes to lean into the wolf motif, especially when it comes to taking care of his girl. For their anniversary, he buys her a red set of lingerie… and tells her to run.

Pairing: Wardlow x Reader

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, hunter/prey vibes, eroticizing of a children’s story, edging, pheromone-perfume use, oral (female receiving), P-in-V; So. Much. Smut.

Word Count: 2960

Note: I’m so not sorry for hitting you all with this. Happy reading!

For being such a big guy, Wardlow was quiet. You’d lost count of how many times you’d be in the kitchen making coffee, or backstage going over paperwork, or anywhere else thinking you were completely alone… and suddenly the hairs would stand up on the back of your neck. You’d turn, and there he was. That big smile lighting up his face and warming you like the sun. He especially liked sneaking up behind you to growl a greeting against the skin between your shoulder blades. This silent ability of his pretty much always kept you on edge.

You were home. It was the eve of your anniversary. You were nervously cleaning up before Wardlow would arrive, probably rushing in on two wheels. He had hinted for days that he had something special planned. More than dinner out at a nice place. You’d dressed up a bit, just in case. But just on the surface. Since he had a habit of ripping off your underclothes the second he had you in his arms, you didn’t bother past matching the color of your bra and panties.

The doorbell rang.

You smiled. Ever the gentleman.

“Hello, there, tall stranger. How may I help you?”

Your man looked delectable. His medium-nice suit showed off his broad shoulders well. And his shirt was open at the front, giving you the smallest peak of his strong collarbone.

“I have a delivery for a Ms. Y/N.” He held out a bouquet of your favorite flowers. While you accepted them happily, he smirked as you kept an eye on the package under his arm. “And this too.”

You sat the flowers aside and reached for the box. Just as your fingers grasped the ribbon, his hand shot out, snagging your wrist. He tugged you close to his chest; his cologne made you heady.

“I’m giving you a ten-minute head start. Then… run. Hide. But I will find you. And you won’t rest till tomorrow morning after I’m done ravaging you.” He leaned back, watching your expression. “Alright?”

You nodded vigorously. With the way his eyes glinted hungrily, you had a good idea what the box contained.

He looked you up and down like he could already picture having you pinned to your bed, or the couch, or a wall. He glanced at his watch. “Nine minutes. Thirty seconds.” Then, gently pressing against your stomach, he pushed you back into the house. He arched an eyebrow at you with a smile and closed the door with him on the outside. The lock engaged.

You rushed up the stairs to the bedroom, the flowers abandoned by the door. Ripping open the packaging, you froze as the first glance of lace peeked between the layers of tissue paper.

It was red. The whole set. There was more coverage for your breasts and ass than his usual picks. Then again, it would hold you a little better as you ran. The baby-doll jacket had a lightweight hood sewed onto the back, finishing the ensemble.

So he wanted to play Big Bad Wolf.

You fumbled your way quickly into the set. This Little Red Riding Hood was happy to make for an interesting chase. But when you glanced at the clock on the end table, you jolted. How much time had passed? You didn’t think to look earlier. Now you had no idea if he’d knocked five minutes ago, three, or nine.

You frantically tried to think of a place to hide.

On a whim, you spritzed his favorite perfume on your pulse points. It had been an impulse buy, more of a joke. The pheromones the perfume was supposed to contain had made you giggle when you saw it on the shelf. Then breathless when Wardlow caught the scent of it when he buried his nose in the curve of your neck. Now you always kept it in stock. If it drove him wild on a normal day… You wafted a spray over your belly button for good measure.

You heard a creak. Was he headed up the stairs already? Or was the house settling?

Forgetting your half-baked plan, you hurried across the hall. The house wasn’t too big, but there were extra rooms for when your parents and friends visited, and for your office, and for his personal gym. The steps you heard seemed to still be downstairs. You hazarded tiptoeing to the top edge of the steps.

He wasn’t in sight. But the flowers were in a vase on the kitchen counter.

If he wasn’t in sight… this might be your only chance to hide downstairs before he came up to look for you.

You hugged the railing on the way down. Just as you slipped behind the large armchair in the corner, Wardlow stepped into the living room. You couldn’t see him. But you could hear how his steps paused at the base of the stairs. Holding your breath, you waited to hear his next move. When you heard nothing for several seconds, you glanced around the back of the chair.

His shoes were sitting empty at the bottom of the steps.

Silently, you cursed to yourself. He was quiet in shoes. And nearly completely silent in socks. But… that would also make his pursuit slippery on the hardwood floors on the kitchen-side of the house. You headed that direction, hoping to hide somewhere in the dining room.

You never made it.

A hand reached out from the shadow of a door frame and snagged you by the throat. In seconds, you were pinned with your cheek to the wall as Wardlow pressed hard behind you.

“Hello there,” he teased in your ear. He took a deep breath, taking in the quivering of your body and the sight of you in your red outfit. Then he inhaled the scent of your perfume. If you’d been able to see his face, you were sure his eyes would have dilated. He leaned in closer, running his hands over your stomach and your breasts. “You’re a genius.”

You laughed. “Thanks. Still didn’t last long.” With whimper, you bit your lip as Wardlow ground his hard bulge into your ass. “Feels like you won’t last long either.” But when you tried to reach back for him, he growled in your ear and pinned your hands to the small of your back.

“What makes you think we’re done playing?” He continued to knead your breasts. Hyped up on adrenaline as you were, your nerves were already thrumming. Each squeezing grip and roll of your nipples drove you higher towards pleasure. “Like I said, I’m not going to be done with you till morning. And I intend to take you as I like you, when I like. So, run, Babygirl. Run.”

With a gasp, you realized you were alone again. Your body was shivering with need… and playful fear. This was worse than you thought. You thought his plan was to ravage you when he caught you. But now you knew: he intended to hunt you down over and over again, toying and edging you all evening, until he couldn’t take it anymore. And Wardlow was a patient man.

Dizzy with arousal you stumbled to the dining room. And regretted your choice. There was nowhere to hide here. And your red lingerie stood out like a red flag to a bull. Your chest heaved with panting; you could still feel his large hands on your breasts. He wasn’t far away.

The lights flicked on, making you yelp.

But he didn’t come into the room.

You knew he was waiting outside. Waiting for you to dash by so he could grab you again. What would he do to you this time? Spread his hands across your hot spots again until you couldn’t see straight? Or would he dip his fingers beneath the fabric to search out your slick? There was plenty for him to find.

Taking a breath, you made a break for it. No hand reached for you. No shadow rose up into your path. But the light flicked off in the room, making you run faster. You ran to the end of the hallway, suddenly turning into a room. You re-closed the door as quietly as you could and looked around. It was Wardlow’s gym. The wall-to-wall mirror on one side left nothing out of sight. But you hurried to the far corner anyway, ducking behind the cabinet that held his equipment. And not a moment too soon.

Wardlow entered. He looked around, glancing in the mirror for a flash of red. When he didn’t see a trace of you, he shut the door. You assumed it was on his way out. With your hiding place on the same side as the glass, you weren’t 100% sure.

Time to find another place to hide.

But as you emerged, a shadow moved behind yours.

Wardlow pinned your back to the wide bench in the center of the room. He took a seat, hiking your legs over his clothed thighs. Before you could try to roll away, he spread a large, warm hand over your abdomen.

Without a word, he began to run his thumb across the fabric above your clit. It was thin enough for you to feel every movement, and thick enough that he would have to work for a bit before your wetness would seep through. He titled this head to watch your response. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as you arched, doing your best to move closer to his administrations and grind into his bulge. His eyes glittered as you keened under his quickening touch. You were panting. With your hands in your hair, and your eyes closed, you were completely at his mercy.

He slid his other thumb into your mouth, using it to tilt your head to one side. You opened your eyes. Shivering, you saw yourself in the mirror as he saw you: already blissed out of your mind and your body pleading for him to take you.

“Please,” you moaned around his thumb. Sucking on it like you would his cock, you smoothed a hand down your thigh before placing it over his on your sex. “Please, baby-“

“Not yet.”

Sitting you up, he motioned to the door with a nod. He chuckled as you stumbled into the door frame on the way out.

Your captures came quicker after that. He did, indeed, pin you to the back of the couch. And to the bookshelves while he kissed deeply between your breasts. He’d dragged you out from under the guest bed, ignoring your screams of shock and delight so he could mouth up your spine. You only made it halfway up the stairs before he pinned you there too, kissing you deeply enough that you never wanted to move. But he sent you off with a slap to your ass.

Vision blurry around the edges and mind hazy with need, you finally collapsed onto your bed. The box you’d left there was gone. And he’d somehow managed to sneak up here and flick on the electric candles you kept for such nights. You agreed they were safer to use when your need burned for each other without needing to risk burning down the house. Trembling with arousal, you let the babydoll caplet fall off your shoulders. You crawled up to lay against the pillows. Despite the trouble it would cause when he caught you, you kneaded your breasts.

The door swung open, giving Wardlow a full sight of your hands trying desperately to replicate what his could do.

“Surrendering already, baby?”

“Mhmm.” You bit your bottom lip, keening for him to manhandle you all he liked.

But he stopped at the foot of the bed. “That’s it. Put on a show for me.” He choked as your mouth fell open with a high whine. “Do you need me that badly, Y/N? Where do you need me?” You reached for the edge of your panties, but he stopped you with a tsk. “Only I get to take those off.”

Your eyes drifted open from where they’d fluttered shut. And you almost forgot to keep moving. As much as you had been giving him a show, he began to give you one. Every girl’s crazy ‘bout a sharp dressed man. Because half the fun is watching the suit come off. Your breath stuttered as he lazily undid each button on his shirt. His suit jacket was long gone. As the expanse of his shoulders and chest were revealed, you pressed your thighs together. He smirked at your desperation, deftly removing his pants and every last scrap of fabric. While your movements stilled, enraptured by the sight in front of you, he lightly fisted his cock. For a second, the air paused. You leaned further into the pillows under his gaze. Then he crawled over you.

“What a big mouth you have,” you said with a smirk. You twirled your fingers into his hair.

He chuckled. And caught your earlobe between his teeth. “All the better to eat you with, my dear.”

He kissed you deeply under your jaw. Over your lips until you could barely breathe. And into the center of your chest to make you arch. Deftly, he unhooked the back of your bra and slid it down your arms before tossing it to the floor. He kissed down your stomach. When he scented around your belly button, he almost lost his composure. Instead, he snagged the last bit of lace between his teeth, dragging it down and off until you were bare for him.

It infuriated you how he kissed the inside of your thighs. How he kissed down to one of your knees and back up again. All the while his hands kneaded your hips. You desperately thrust, trying to draw him where you wanted. But he took his time. Nothing you could ever do was going to dissuade him from taking you how he liked, when he liked.

Just when you were sure he would keep you on edge like this for hours, he finally ran his nose across the top of your sex. The way he ate you out was like he’d never taste you again. Once he found the slick you had since the first time he pinned you to the wall, he was relentless. Tongue and fingers and humming and everything to take you high without sending you over. His thumb lightly flicked your clit while his tongue lapped at you. And when he did curl his fingers into you, it was never fast enough to make you cum.

So you tried one more thing to get what you wanted.

“Please, Michael. Make me cum. Please, baby, please.” You took to kneading your breast again, while your other hand curled into his hair.

His response was to rest his head on his hand as it splayed across your abdomen. All the while, his thumb never stopped toying with you. Each flick sent a jolt through you, making your breath stutter. He smiled darkly, watching your whole body flinch with the sensation.

“Why? Maybe I want to eat you out like this all night?”

You mewled. As lovely as that sounded… “but I need you. Needed you since you came to the door. Need you to fill me like only you can. Please, Michael. Give me your cock. Fill me up. Please!”

He chuckled. And stood. He jerked his cock while never stopping his flicking over your clit. “You need my cock? Here it is. Can’t you see it?”

“Need it in me. Please-“

He curled two fingers into you, nearly making you arch off the bed. “Alright. Since you asked so nicely.” He crawled over you again, sucking your nipple into his mouth. Distracted by his mouth, you jolted again to feel him enter you.

Finally feeling your body drawing him in, Wardlow did his best not to crush you. He panted into your skin. Mouthing across your chest, he muttered, “fuck.” It shocked him how your walls clamped around him, doing their best to not let him go. He kissed you deeply. And swallowed your rising cries as his desperation finally took control. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he inhaled your perfume again. It stuttered his pace, then sped it up.

You held onto him for dear life. Diggin your nails into his back and wrapping your legs around his waist, you did everything you could to draw him closer. All the while also trying to remain conscience long enough to finally feel your pleasure snap. When it did, you cried out his name into his hair. And you kept murmuring his name as he continued thrusting into you.

When he did fill you, it wasn’t your last orgasm of the evening. He kept his promise. The first rays of morning were just filtering in through your windows before he collapsed beside you. Several of the candles had died out, their batteries depleted long before he was satisfied with taking everything he could from your pleasure.

Lips shivering against your skin, he kissed the underside of your jaw. You smoothed your thumb over his cheek.

With a grin, you breathed a laugh. “You didn’t tear off the set. Don’t you like it?”

“Mhmm. But I needed to keep it mostly together. So we can do this again. If you’re willing.”

“Yes. Very.” You pushed at his shoulder till he was on his back. With a sigh, you tossed a leg over his waist and rested your head on his chest.

The sun was high in the sky before either of you woke up. Only for him to dive into enjoying you again.

***

Masterlist

Wrestling/WWE Masterlist 

[thosegayoldmen]

Seven Sentence Sunday

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This is a sneak peak at a collaborative piece I'm writing with @ghoulehhh! We're both currently working on our ReverseBang fics, so we can't promise when this will be done buuuuut...hopefully it'll be a nice Halloween treat? 🤭🎃

EDIT: There's now another snippet that's longer than this, continuing the scene if you're interested 😘

(Also, popping this under the read more for blood mention 😘)

Loki pulls at the front of his shirt, the loosened laces opening up further, letting the garment slide down his shoulder and expose more of that creamy complexion. His fingertips dance over his skin, skimming across the fresh bite on his neck, the wound there already starting to heal. Pressing against the markings, he lets out the smallest hiss. It’s painful, but only a smidge. The brunt of it’s already gone thanks to the restorative power of the cube. A shame really - Loki rather enjoys the sting of a fresh bite, but it never stays for long. Dragging his fingers down the curve of his neck, Loki smears the traces of blood along his skin and leaves a tantalizing trail of crimson in their wake. 

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Make up and Melodies 

chapter 2

II series masterlist II next // previously II

genre(s) ➤ angst, fluff, smut, idol au, love triangle, make up artist x musician

pairing(s) ➤ han jisung x fem.character, hwang hyunjin x fem.character

warning(s) ➤ explicit language, use of drugs (weed), kissing

words ➤ 4k

summary ➤ After two months, Amelia has quite settled into her new life. Han tries his best to stay away but it might be just too difficult…

*Han*

Two months. Two fucking months of this stupidly pleasurable torture. Everyone has been getting closer to her while I had to sit back and try my best to ignore her. It fucking ate me up on the inside, seeing her smile falter when I wouldn’t share her excitement over something and watching her slowly give up on trying to get me to talk to her. There was nothing I wanted more than getting to know her, finding out the most intimate details about her and mainly hearing her beautiful voice that sang to me in my dreams every damn night. But I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t because if I did, if I got just the tiniest bit of her attention I would be hungry for more. I would be desperate for every ounce of it. And that wouldn’t end well. I wouldn’t allow her to end up like Ning. 

I thought about it, a lot actually. Wondering if I could maybe be her friend, just like the rest of them. But she had a bad habit of getting my dick hard whenever she came near me. Suddenly I was rubbing one out in the bathrooms before every one of our shows just because she touched me while doing my make up and looked at me with the smallest pout of concentration on her lips. 

Just as she’s doing right now while applying the concealer to my face. I feel my cock already waking up and twitching in my pants from the way she’s leaning over me slightly, showing me a little sneak peak of her cleavage and puckering her pretty lips in concentration. I want to kiss them so badly. I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone this much before. They’re taunting me, tempting me and hunting me in my dreams. I could just lean a bit forward and feel them on mine, found out what they feel like. My self control has never been tested like this before. 

,,Could you close your eyes for me?” she says in that adorable voice and I feel myself melt. Yes, yes, yes! I would do anything for you! God, I want her to talk me through an orgasm like that as she rides me. I can hear it ‘cum for me, Hannie’. I would, I would fucking love to. 

My dick strains in my tight pants and my eyes fall shut. She starts applying eye shadow and working her magic on my face. Fuck, I want to talk to her, I need to talk to her. I feel uneasy as a lump grows in my throat. Should I or should I not?

*Amelia*

,,You smell really good.” I freeze as I hear Han’s deep voice. Did he really just say that or am I imagining things? His eyes fall open, wider than usually as he stares up at me in shock. He seems to not believe his words either, panic visible on his soft features. 

 Han is the only one who hasn’t tried to form any kind of friendship with me. Even though I was his personal make up artist, we barely talked outside of causal greetings and work stuff. I tried, thinking he was shy and needed help to come out of his shell but I gave up when he kept resisting. I just accepted the fact that he doesn’t want to get to know me. 

There was some sort of tension between us right from the start. Even through the lack of communication between us, I could feel it. Every time we were in the same room, especially like this. Up close, when I was doing his make up, leaning into him and touching his pretty face. Then I could feel it the most, it thickened the air and my body grew all hot in his proximity. I always caught him staring, looking me up and down and his eyes lingering on my face or curves. And he wasn’t subtle at all, his eyes hooded and mouth ajar as he checked me out shamelessly. 

,,I-” he takes a deep breath. ,,I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.” he says before he slaps a hand across his mouth and his eyes widen even more. ,,Not that you smell bad! You do smell really nice. I just didn’t mean to say that. I- ugh” he sighs in frustration and I giggle. His eyes shoot up to me in surprise, wide boba pearls staring up at me. ,,It’s okay, Jisung. Thank you” I smile and take a hold of his face once again, leaning down so that I could continue to work on his eye shadow. He gulps, keeping his eyes open and looking up at me as if he was expecting something. I cough slightly. ,,Close your eyes, please” I say with a grin and he raises his eyebrows before his eyes fall shut. ,,Sorry” he murmurs and I giggle again. 

*Han*

Stupid, stupid, stupid! That’s how I feel when she continues with my make up. I finally find the courage to talk to her and what do I say? ‘You smell really good.’ Could I even sound more like a fucking perv? God, I’m such an idiot. But the way she just smiled and giggled and said my name made me melt into the chair I was on. And then she leaned down towards me and I was stupid enough to think she was going to kiss me. I made such a fool of myself. 

,,Are you excited?” she asks in her sweet voice and my heart beat quickens. I feel the butterflies pooling in my stomach whenever she talks to me. ,,For the show? Yeah, a bit nervous like always.” I shrug. ,,You’ll do great, don’t worry” she praises me and I feel my blood rush to my cheeks. ,,Thanks” I mutter and try to focus on my breathing. She actually does smell really good. She always does. That is another thing I’ve noticed about her. She always smells like a mixture of the ripest strawberries and the freshest vanilla cream. It makes my mouth water and my dick hard. God, how good does she have to taste?

That thought alone makes me gulp as I try to focus on playing it cool. I’m starting to lose control. The urge to touch her grows each day and it is getting so hard to resist. I keep coming up with possible scenarios. I could just show up at her place and kiss her right in the doorway, or I could invite her to my dorm for a movie night when everyone else is gone and take her right on my bed, or in the studio to show her how it all works before I’d bend her over and pound her until she’d squirt all over me…

I realized the risks, thought long and hard about them. That is why I kept to myself, why I pushed her away right from day one. But the longer I resisted, the more irrelevant the risks seemed. I didn’t want her to end up like Ning. But on the other hand I was much more careful than Felix. I could keep secrets and hands to myself at the company. No one would ever know about it. 

But would she even want to? That thought hasn’t left my mind for weeks now. Does she find me attractive? Would she let me do all of those dirty things I wanted? Would she let me ruin her? I’ve noticed how Hyunjin looks at her. It is so painfully obvious how head over heels he is for her. Felix keeps teasing him about it but I can see how much it annoys him. Poor Lix probably deluded himself into believing they might be more than friends. Amelia clearly doesn’t see it that way but she might like Hyunjin. They’ve been hanging out quite often lately and it has been eating me up. And it also meant that she has been showing up at our dorm pretty casually now. She caught me shirtless a few times already, eyeing me up and down in surprise while looking like a deer caught in headlights. I found it quite endearing, shooting her a ‘hey’ with a grin and watching her wake up out of her trance. 

 *Amelia*

,,Melly, you made it!” Hyunjin’s excited smile greets me in the doorway of their dorm. I smile up at him as I scan his face, still not quite used to his beauty. His face had to have been sculptured by the angels themselves. He was so so pretty. His lips always pink and plump, eyes hypnotizing, eyebrows thick, eyelashes long and skin absolutely clear. And his face wasn’t the only pretty thing about him. It was framed by his long dark locks, bringing out his whole prince essence even more. His tall frame making him tower over me and his recent excitement for the gym had his biceps standing out, making him seem bigger. 

,,Couldn’t miss your little frat party.” I tease. His huge hands take a hold of my waist as he pulls me into a tight hug, pressing me to his firm chest as he lays his chin on top of my head. He smells nice, manly and quite intense. I hug him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulls away after a few seconds, stares at my face with the smile still wide on his face before he grabs my hand and leads me inside. ,,Come on, let me introduce you.” 

The dorm looks a lot different than it normally does. The lights are dim, probably to set the right mood. Music is blasting loudly but not as loudly as at actual frat parties. Again, just the right amount to set the mood. There is a lot of people. Most of them are idols, friends of the guys and some other colleagues. Everyone has a cup in their hand, chatting to someone or even dancing. I feel out of place instantly, pulling down the short dress I chose for tonight and looking around nervously. 

Hyunjin’s hand finds the small of my back as he leads me into the kitchen. It is empty, luckily. ,,Let’s make you a drink” he say as he starts rummaging through the bottles of alcohol, mixing something into a cup. I lean against the counter top, trying to take deep breaths and calm down. I’ve never been the biggest fan of parties and big crowds of people. And especially where I didn’t know anyone. It brought my social anxiety to the max. I need to hide in a corner till I get drunk enough to socialize. 

,,Here you go, princess” Hyunjin gives me the cup filled with some kind of mixture. It looks like something with orange juice so I take a big gulp right away. Hyunjin snickers. ,,Slow down there, don’t want you to get hammered.” he says and I smile back. ,,Yeah, we definitely don’t want that.” I say, my voice thick with sarcasm. Hyunjin doesn’t seem to notice as he interlinks our hands once again and drags me into the living room.

Felix gets up to greet me right away, enveloping me in a hug. ,,Hey, Melly!” he whispers into my ear with his deep voice. The other guys are there too, few of them missing, sitting on the big couch and comfy chairs. I sit down between Felix and Hyunjin, keeping my cup in my hand as conversation flows around me. I don’t feel comfortable. There is too many people for me here, too many strangers. The guys keep introducing me to their friends and I try my best to stay polite as the alcohol slowly affects my system. 

After probably an hour has passed, I’m fairly tipsy. I lean on Hyunjin’s shoulder as he discusses his work out routine with Changbin and someone else. I feel annoyed and bored. I know it’s probably my fault thanks to my lack of socializing skills. But the cramped up living room is getting hard to breathe in, too small for so many people. 

,,I’m gonna go into the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” I whisper to Hyunjin before I stand up. He smiles at me with a small nod before he goes on with his conversation with Changbin and his friend, whose name I’ve already managed to forget. I push my body through the crowd, my anxiety rising even through the amount of alcohol I’ve consumed so far. I need fresh air. I hurry to the upper floor, praying that there isn’t a lovey dovey couple occupying the balcony. I rush up the stairs, almost slipping a few times because of my shoes. 

The upper floor is quiet, the only noticeable sound is the music from downstairs. The lights are off so I use my phone as a flashlight as I make my way towards the balcony which seems to be empty. I open the door quickly and someone yelps outside. I flinch as I track the intruder of my safe place. My eyes widen as I take in the figure sitting in front of me. Han Jisung in a black tank top, his curly hair pushed back by a hair band, silver hoops decorating his ears, silver chain on his neck and grey shorts stretching over his thighs as he stares up at me in shock. ,,Hey,” he says with a small cough. ,,Sorry, I didn’t expect anyone to come here.” he snickers lightly.

,,No, I’m sorry for scaring you. I’ll go.” I turn around, ready to close the door behind me in disappointment. ,,Wait!” he calls out after me. ,,You can stay here if you want” he shrugs and my eyes widen once again. Staying out here with the member who seems to dislike me doesn’t seem like the best idea but when I remember the crowd downstairs, I find myself already closing the door and sitting on a chair opposite his. ,,Thanks, I had to get away from there.” I sigh as I lean back and close my eyes for a moment. Han scoffs. ,,Too many people right?” I nod and he snickers again. ,,Guess you’ve found my hiding spot. I hate these events.” 

I open my eyes to study him. His shoulders are broad, making his waist seem even slimmer than it already is. His hair has been getting long, it curls around his face and ears and almost touches his shoulders. He looks more soft this way. His arms are bare, muscles bulging out as he keeps doing something with his hands. That’s what I focus on next. I watch closely, trying to see clearly through the darkness around us and then it hits me. He’s rolling a joint.

,,Didn’t know you smoked” I say matter of factly. He smirks and snickers again as his fingers load the paper up with the dry plant. He seems like an expert. ,,You don’t know a lot of things about me, Amelia.” he murmurs in a deep voice and shivers run down my spine. ,,It helps with anxiety, keeps me calm and happy. And the song writing is fucking awesome too.” he shrugs before he licks the paper, his eyes finding mine. Damn, does he look good looking at me with his tongue out like that. 

,,You smoke?” he asks as he twist the top of the joint. ,,Sometimes. My ex in Australia smoked a lot so I used to have one with him when I was in the mood.” 

,,Are you in the mood now?” he raises his eyebrows and I can’t help myself as my head fills with dirty thoughts from all those other meanings his sentence could have. ,,Yes, please” I whine. ,,I’m curious about Korean weed.” he grins before he stands up and leans against the railing. I follow him, leaning next to him and watching him light up the joint with slightly furrowed eyebrows. He takes a hit, inhales, breaths out and sighs contently. The smell of the smoke fills my nostrils and calms me down right away. 

,,God, I love this shit.” he says, holding the joint to his lips again. I snicker at his words as I drag my eyes away from him, looking at the bright Seoul. The lights are on everywhere, streets still full with people and cars. It’s alive even at night. And it’s so beautiful. 

Jisung takes a couple more hits before he hands it to me. ,,Thanks” I say before I place it between my lips and inhale as my eyes fall shut. As I inhale, the smoke burns my throat and fills my lungs. I cough slightly and he scoffs next to me. ,,Thought you said you smoked” I roll my eyes at him before I take another hit. 

,,So your ex taught you?” he asks, obviously trying to make conversation. It feels surprisingly peaceful, talking to him like this. On an empty balcony, the spring breeze cooling my skin as the weed burns my insides and the drug starts effecting my senses slowly. And he also smells really really nice. 

,,Yeah, he smoked a lot. Like multiple times everyday. So I used to smoke with him sometimes, never alone and never with anyone else.” I hand it back to him. 

,,Never with anyone else? Oh, I feel honored then.” he says with a grin and I smile at him teasingly. ,,How long were you together?”

,,Year and a half.” 

,,Why did you break up?” he asks, looking into my eyes for a moment. I notice how hooded and slightly red his usual wide boba pearls are. 

I sigh before I take another hit. ,,He was an asshole” Jisung scoffs again. ,,Cheater?” he asks and I shake my head. ,,Narcissistic, selfish, self centered man with a fragile ego.” I shrug. ,,And a small dick” Jisung bursts out laughing at that. 

,,When did you dump him?” 

,,Two months ago” I smile and he raises his eyebrows as he hums. ,,So moving here was like escaping from him.” 

I hear him chuckle and I look his way, question in my eyes. ,,I thought you came here because you were in love with Felix” 

I stare at him in shock, mouth opened and eyes wide before I giggle loudly. I place a hand on his shoulder as I laugh. ,,Me and Felix? Come on now. He’s like my brother.” 

He looks at my hand on his shoulder, passing me the joint. ,,What about you and Hyunjin?” he smirks. My eyebrows furrow as I turn to him. 

,,What about me and Hyunjin?” 

,,Come on, Amelia. He obviously likes you.” Jisung whines slightly as he turns to me as well. 

,,I don’t think he does” 

,,Oh god.” he rolls his eyes at me before he finishes the joint and throws it away. ,,He’s been talking about you nonstop. He’d be by your side 24/7 if he could. He’s like fucking obsessed with you.” 

I stop, thinking it over in my head. Hyunjin has been around me a lot but I thought we were just getting on well, just like me and Felix. Yeah, Hyunjin is really attractive but I never even thought about it like that. 

,,He’s not my type and anyways, it’s against the rules.” I shrug, the automatic smile planted on my lips from the weed. Jisung stares at me, his lips curled upwards as well, eyes hooded and red. 

,,Rules can be broken.” he shrugs. ,,And you’re probably the first person to ever say that Hyune is not their type so now I’m curious. What’s your type then?” he grins at me, leaning a bit closer. 

I look him over, noticing his muscles once again as I gulp. He might just be the definition of my type. His nails are painted black, silver rings adoring them as he plays with the hem of his tank top. 

,,He is attractive, I’m not saying he isn’t.” I grin. ,,But it’s about a certain vibe. If a person has that vibe, I’m done for. Peaceful, calm, collected, funny, kind, caring, a bit of a loser, a hell lot of a simp and usually a bit emo.” I giggle. ,,Oh and pretty boys. I’m a sucker for pretty boys with big wide eyes. Yeah, look up at me as you whine and beg.” I sigh, my imagination taking the best of me. 

I look over at him. He’s standing just a few inches away, leaning against the railing still, his lips parted and eyes hooded as he stares down at me. 

*Han*

I gulp. What the fuck did she just say? Look up at her as they whine and beg? I’ll get on my fucking knees and beg her for a taste right away if that’s what she likes. Jesus, this woman is going to be the death of me. 

I’m pretty high, the type of weed I smoke is strong enough to make everything feel fuzzy and being around her seems to have heightened the effect. God, she’s so pretty as she stares up at me, eyes hooded and red and pretty lips parted. Her lipgloss left traces on the joint as we passed it between us and fuck, does it taste good. I want to kiss her so badly, lean down and taste it again, properly this time. She’s been looking me over since she came here. Maybe she would even let me kiss her, maybe that’s what she wants. 

,,Pretty boys, huh?” I snicker, trying to keep it cool. She bares he perfect teeth, lips curling up into a wide smile as she giggles and I think my ears might be orgasming from that sound alone. 

,,Yeah, might be my curse.” she sighs and looks up at the night sky. Her hair is so beautifully long and wavy and I can’t help myself as I twirl a strand around my finger. Her eyes find mine again but she doesn’t say anything, just smiles at me. 

,,So out of the eight of us, you don’t like anyone? Not even Min? He’s kind of pretty.” 

,,Minho is too domineering.” she shakes her head before she grins and scoffs slightly. ,,You actually come the closest to what my type is.”

What the actual fuck? Is she seriously flirting with me right now? I’m her type? My heart beat quickens and my dick twitches in my shorts. I’m gonna do something stupid tonight. I should leave, lock myself in my room and stay in there. But I can’t. She’s got me under some fucking spell and I’m so down bad for her that I don’t even care about the consequences. 

I lean into her more, letting my hand fall from her hair to her waist. ,,You think I’m pretty then?” I grin. 

,,Really pretty.” she whispers as she looks up at me with a smirk. I might’ve died and went to heaven. 

,,I think you’re really pretty too, Amelia. Gorgeous even.” I whisper as I pull her closer, her soft chest flust against mine now. Her small hands find my shoulders as she licks her lips softly and stares up at me, expecting. I gulp, my eyes jumping between her beautiful eyes to her edible lips. I lick mine as well. 

,,We shouldn’t.” she whispers as she pulls me down by the nape of my neck. 

,,No,” I whisper. ,,we really should not” 

And then our lips connect. I’m not sure who leaned in first but it doesn’t matter. I’m kissing her. I’m actually tasting her soft lips and she’s kissing me back and pulling me into her soft body. The lipgloss makes her lips taste like cherries and I ccan’t get enough as I let my tongue slip into her mouth and she moans slightly. How can I ever stop now? 

She overwhelms all of my senses. Her sweet perfume filling my lungs, her soft moans and sighs music to my ears, her soft waist under my fingertips and the cherries on my tongue. My dick grows hard faster than it ever has before.

Kissing her is now my favorite thing to do. Kissing her is like tasting the sweetest watermelon in the summer. Like seeing your mother after a long time. Like falling asleep in fresh linen after a long bath. Like being around your friends after a tough day. Like ascending into heaven. 

[thedroneranger]

Vibe Check

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Précis: Bob walks in on you in a compromising position, and things take a turn...

Note: Naturally, my first foray with Bob furthers the Bob Fucks agenda. I will not be taking questions. The man fucks. periodt. 😘 🖤

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit.

Word count: 2.3k

Carrier life was boring, and the entertainment came bootleg. Most nights, you and your fellow aviators took it upon yourselves to overshare personal information to pass the time. 

But some nights you made sure your bunkmate wasn't returning any time soon, you tucked yourself into your bed, pulled out the vibrator you managed to sneak into your belongings and pleasured yourself. 

Thankfully, your roommate Natasha tended to spend her evenings attached at the hip to her best friend, Bradley Bradshaw, who was also on this deployment. You’d catch Nat coming into your quarters in the wee hours of the morning. Sometimes you weren’t sure if she’d been sharing a flask with Bradley or getting busy with some ensign she had set her sights on. Either way, you had plenty of time to thumb through your favorite porn site, pick something that piqued your interest and rub one out.

However, tonight was different.

The cabin was extra warm. Warm enough, you ditched your blankets at the foot of your bed and only wore your two-sizes-too-big Academy t-shirt. Eyes shut, caught up in the sloppy licking and high-pitched moans seeping into your earbuds, rolling your hips into your suction vibrator as it easily slid along the length of your throbbing clit thanks to your arousal, you never heard your cabin door creak open. You never heard Bob Floyd’s calls for Natasha.

Bob never expected to enter your cabin, calling for his pilot, to find you on your bunk, legs butterflied with your hand pressing a suction vibrator over your clit, moving with the same precision you used to fly your jet. He never fathomed how turned on he would be seeing you masturbate. 

Stunned, mouth agape, he continued to watch. Momentarily gaining some wit, Bob stepped fully into the cabin and pulled the door shut. He couldn’t let anyone else see you like this. He didn’t want anyone else to see you like this—just him. 

Blissfully unaware, your hips rolled quicker and your breath hitched sooner as you crept closer to climax.  

Bob’s eyes grew wider and his pants grew tighter.

Your back arched and your eyes popped open as you peaked. You looked directly into Bob’s blown pupils. Your mouth dropped open more in pleasure than surprise, but your movements never ceased. Bob never looked away. The smallest noise escaped your lips when you felt yourself clenching around nothing, your toes curling. 

“Oh, my…” Bob said only to himself since you were wearing earbuds with lewd noises still filling your canals.

Coming down and taking a deep breath, you closed your legs, zipping them together and sliding them so they were flat against the mattress. As you composed yourself, reality set in. You pushed yourself into a sitting position and removed your earbuds.

“Floyd, what are you doing?” Your voice was soft, still high on oxytocin. 

Bob was dumbfounded. Too flustered to answer. His mouth was still open, his cheeks flushed and he shifted his weight from one foot to another, hoping his semi wasn’t overly noticeable. 

“I-I-I’m looking for Natasha.” He stood as tall as he could, adjusted his glasses and swallowed hard. 

Now sitting with your knees pulled to your chest, arms looped over your shins, you stared at him innocently. “She’s with Bradshaw or chasing down some poor ensign.” You rested your chin on your knees as you looked at Bob through your eyelashes.

He gulped again. You were in a playful mood. Your bottom lip rolled between your teeth before you spoke. “What’s got you so flustered, Bobby?” Bob’s mouth fell into a shocked O as his eyes grew bigger, which didn’t seem possible. Hiding your mouth behind your arms, you stifled a laugh.

“Do you want to try it?” Your fingers flitted over your bedding until you found your abandoned vibrator. Innocently, you held it in Bob’s direction. “I’d be happy to assist.”

What you were offering wasn’t shocking. Over the years, you and Bob had this unspoken push-pull. Every time you pushed the boundaries with an innuendo or suggestive comment, Bob would pull back, feigning embarrassment. To anyone else, it was innocent. No one expected Bob to retort in a flirty cat-and-mouse game.

But you knew. 

And you wanted Bob so fucking bad.

And now, standing before you, wide-eyed, having just watched you masturbate to completion, Bob confirmed he wanted you too.

Silently, he floated over to the bed. You laid back, supporting yourself on your elbows and keeping your legs pressed together, watching Bob over top your knees. 

He sank down in front of you, grazing his fingers from your kneecaps to your ankles. Your breath hitched as he looked at you through his thick lenses. “Can I kiss you?” he asked. 

Awestruck, you nodded your permission. His soft lips ghosted your kneecap before firmly planting against the top of your shin. He peppered your legs with kisses and encouraged you to open them. 

As your legs fell wide, Bob’s mouth trailed up one of your thighs, leaving wet kisses. The closer to your heat Bob came, the further back you laid. Your eyes remained on him the entire time. 

Bob had a forearm across your abdomen, pressing you to the bed, and his smooth cheek laid against the soft inside of your thigh. He was looking at you, his warm breath splashing across where you wanted him most. “Can I kiss you?” he asked again. 

A smile graced your features, as you threw your head back. “Fuck, Bobby! You can do whatever you want as long as you put your mouth on me!” you cried, bringing your head forward to look at him. 

“As you wish, darlin’.” Bob turned his head and nipped the pristine skin of your thigh. You yelped as he then laved over it with his tongue. The tip of his tongue grazed the nearest lip and a shiver shot through you. 

Gently, he sucked it between his lips, gently squeezing and running his tongue along it. He repeated the same motions on the other one. You tossed your head back as his broad tongue wiped across both lips and your swollen clit. Bob rotated, sucking on each. Entranced by his rhythm, your head fell further back. 

While you weren’t looking, Bob snagged your vibrator and gently placed it against your pubic mound. Immediately, your head snapped in his direction. Before you could say anything, he slipped the sucker over the head of your clit and shoved two fingers into you. Thank goodness your breath hitched, otherwise the entire carrier would’ve heard you. 

You also wanted to immediately close your legs, but Bob’s entire frame was between them. “It’s ok, darlin’, I enjoy hugs.” The smirk on his face and the pulse of the toy had you clenching around his fingers. A breathy sound fell from your lips, and Bob’s fingers continued to languidly curl against that spot that made you see stars. 

“That’s it, darlin’.” Bob worshiped your thighs as he continued to work you with his fingers and your vibrator. Your breath shortened, your back arched and your eyes squeezed shut as the band in your belly snapped. A warm relief washed over your entire body—muscles untensing, your lungs deflating.

Bob removed the vibrator, but stayed between your legs, slowly pumping his digits. As you came down, Bob slipped his fingers out and sprinkled kisses around your thighs and abdomen. 

While he explored your curves, you brought his hand to your mouth, pushing his fingers past your lips. Swirling your tongue around each digit, you relished the taste of yourself. An unsolicited moan escaped you as you sucked on his fingers. “Darlin’, I can think of somewhere else you could put those skills to use.” Bob used his tongue to tease your cleft.

“C’mere.” You tucked two fingers in the front of Bob’s khaki service button-up and pulled him toward you until your lips met. As Bob’s body covered yours, you slid your fingers down the front of his shirt, forcing the buttons from their holes. His khaki shirt hung open as he pressed his hard-on against your naked core. You pulled his t-shirt from his waistband, and then made quick work of his belt and pants. 

It wasn’t long until Bob’s pants were pushed just below his ass as he pumped into you. “Bobby,” you sighed as your hand gingerly rested on his neck. You wanted so badly to run your hand through his hair, but you wanted him to be able to leave the room with his reputation intact. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you spied your vibrator. A smile graced your features as you reached for it. Bob was too focused on his own pleasure to notice. Dual-ended, you clicked on the wand end. 

As not to startle him, you first feathered it along his exposed abdominals. He shuttered but never faltered as he continued to snap his hips. Bob kept eye contact as you teased parts of him closer and closer to his cock. Finally, you reached the base of his length, and then continued onto his balls. 

Almost instantly, he groaned, his hips stuttered and you knew he was going to come. “Stand up,” you told him, using a hand to nudge him back. He obeyed, keeping his gaze on you as you moved to your knees on the edge of bed. 

Using his hand, he pumped himself as you switched positions. Ready for him to cum in your mouth, you took over and massaged him until your name slipped from his lips. You looked up at him through your lashes, as your plush lips surrounded his pink tip. 

A soft “fuck” left his mouth as he tensed and his tip convulsed, spilling his seed into your mouth. You took it all, swirling the saltiness around before you opened to show him. Then you swallowed and opened your mouth again, sticking out your tongue.

“That was hot.” Bob dropped to his knees so you were more eye level. You pressed your lips to his, and he allowed your tongue into his mouth so he could taste himself. He hummed as his hand wrapped around the back of your neck so you couldn’t get away. 

“Bobby,” you sighed as you parted. “I can’t believe that didn't happen sooner.”

His smirk returned. “Timing is everything, darlin’.” You smiled at each other, and you gave him another peck on the lips. He peeked down at his watch. “Speaking of, I should get out of here before Natasha makes an appearance.”

Leaning back on the bed, you spread your legs before him. Bob stared directly at your still glistening lower lips. He pressed a final kiss between your legs before he stood to his full height. Not expecting that, you giggled. “A good night kiss for a pretty pussy.”

Your mouth was agape hearing him say pussy—you wanted to hear it again. 

Quickly, he pulled his pants back up and tucked in his shirt. Bob cursed under his breath as he buttoned his shirt. You cocked your head waiting for him to explain. “I’m missing a button.”

You smiled and stood to help him. In a matter of minutes you had taken the lowest button, which would be tucked in his pants, and stitched it in place of the missing one. Standing in front of him, you smoothed his shirt and straightened his collar. “No one will ever know,” you confirmed. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Thank you.” You really wanted to tackled him into your bed and fuck him again, but you kept yourself in check. 

“Anything for you, Bobby.” Your response was calculated and he knew it. Just as he was considering pushing you onto the bed for another round, the door flung open. 

Natasha’s expression changed to surprise. “Bob!” She tossed her hands up and slipped into the room. Clearly, Nat was riding a great buzz. “What’re you doing here?” Curiosity came into her tone. 

Bob’s signature crooked smile appeared. “I was looking for you to help with a button, but instead I stumbled upon your roommate. She saved the day.” 

“Ahh, yes!” Natasha walked toward her bunk. “We would’ve enlisted her help anyway. She sews all my buttons and tears.” 

“Good to know.” Bob eyed you as he spoke. “See you both in the mess hall for breakfast?” He walked toward the door. 

“Yes! Good night, Bob!” Natasha gleefully said. 

“Good night.” Your voice had a sing-song quality to it. Bob winked so only you could see. 

“G’night!” He pulled the door shut behind him. 

Nat barely managed to change before falling into bed. You slipped under your blankets. The next morning, you were up well before Nat to shower and take care of the remnants of last night’s deeds. 

By the time she woke, your bed was made and you were in the mess hall with Bob sipping coffee. As she got ready, she noticed something on the floor—a button. Nat picked it up and realized it was from a uniform. Then it dawned on her. 

A smirk carved her lips as she finished getting ready. It stayed as she walked down the hall and entered the mess. You saw her and waved to signal where you and Bob sat. 

She barely acknowledged you as she strode over. Her gaze was locked on Bob as she said his name. Her voice was curt but bore no malice. They exchanged looks. Then, Natasha put two fingers on the table and slid something in front of Bob. 

You both waited to see whatever tiny object was under her fingertips. Her hand pulled back and there lay Bob’s shirt button. Both you and Bob did your best to remain stoic.

“Figured this might be yours.” She paused, eyes boring into Bob’s. “Curious, that it’s in our room…” Natasha trailed off as she turned to head toward the food line.

Just the two of you, you and Bob exchanged looks. Putting your coffee cup to your lips, you shrugged as you sipped. “At least she passed the vibe check.” Bob chuckled and sipped his coffee.

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[justjams2003]

Fast Pace- 9

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', tell me if I missed any

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk

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Word count: 3,1k

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Part 8~Part 10

“How was your day?” She asks from the bathroom. I shrug only to realise she can’t see me. “The usual,” I can hear her zip something up. “What is the usual?” I too am getting dressed in something more comfortable. It’s already 5 and we had dinner called up. For me, however, getting dressed is much quicker.  

“Well, especially now that we are in the home of Ferrari, Charles and I spend a lot of time on the racing simulator. With that we have the chance to speak to the factory workers, thank them for their hard work and really speak with the engineers. Then after that I spend a lot of time in the gym.” Yet these days, I spend a lot of the time there thinking about her.  

However, before I can say much else, she finally exits the bathroom in the first outfit. It’s a tweed white set. Oh, how I do love her in white. It gives me a sneak peak of the day she becomes mine. She looks so professional, ready to boss around whoever denies her anything. Too, at the same time, so elegant in the way her hair falls to the way her eyes shine.  

“And how was your day?” I ask, allowing her to change outfits, she had just shown me ravishing white bikini that has me needing to think of something else. “Oh, Carlos, I had so much fun. I just love the car so so much, people were taking pictures of it and me all day. Don’t you think it would look beautiful in like, a light pink?”  

I can’t help but laugh. “What? Would it be considered some sort of car treachery?” This does make me laugh even more. She is so cute. Holding the smallest things with such high honour but still always staying true to her heart. “There are some men out there who would call it...a betrayal to the craftsmanship. But those men are the ones who can’t afford the car and haven’t felt a woman’s touch since they were born.”  

Her laugh explodes from the bathroom. It warms my heart and brings a wide smile to my face. How I wish I could bottle that sound and carry it with me, for the days when everything becomes too much. That laugh of hers takes me to another dimension, one when it’s only me and her and not a single thing on this earth could come between us.  

The moment she steps out of the bathroom, my heart stops. She is just so gorgeous. She should be locked up in my house forever. How no one has stolen her heart yet is beyond me. She gives so easily her heart. There is so little I have to give and so much that she gives me. “Carlos, you haven’t said anything. Do you not like it?”  

How long have I been staring at her? How could I ever stop looking at her? “Would you prefer I bend the knee, or bow down fully?” Her laugh is like music to my ears. “What are you talking about?” Her eyebrows furrow, but I can’t look past just how much healthier she looks. The withdrawals seem to have gone for the most part.  

I’d been giving her medication to help, of course after consulting the best expert I could find. That crease in her forehead is gone and her eyes don’t seem as foggy anymore. “You are a goddess. This has to be the only conclusion. And I am your loyal follower, sent to worship you.” She coos, a pink hue becomes her. 

“Wait until you find out the name of the dress.” I motion my hand for her to continue. “Mon Amour.” Of course, because the universe knows. She must have seen me smile so bright because she says more. “When I told the shopping clerk, that it is one of your many names for me, he immediately called the designer over.”  

I do love listening to her talk. I could to it until the end of time and still not get tired. “I didn’t even know the designer was in house. I mean, it’s Channel, you’d expect that from a small boutique not a big house like them. Anyways, when he saw me in the dress, he was, as he said, ‘overwhelmed with my beauty.’” 

This causes my jaw to tick. Yes, I had sent the Channel store a generous sum of money, telling them about the very important client that would be visiting their store. I knew she’d go there; Chanel is her most visited page on Instagram. Besides mine, these days. She doesn’t need to know how I know that.   

What I didn’t know is that they’d send a designer in. Or the fact that this designer would be a he. “He said what?” Her words make my jaw tick. “He said something along the lines of ‘the way your body simply is, is inspiring.’ His words really made me blush.” The urge to show her just exactly who she belongs to is strong.  

Not only that, but I’d love to find this ‘designer’ and beat him to a pulp. Yes, his words are correct, but the fact that his attitude made her blush? That should have him sent to prison. “He then started styling me, oh I can’t wait to show you.” She then runs off only to return in a tight denim dress.  

One that hugs her curves like the red dress but shows just a bit less skin. Yet still, the thought him evaluating her body, watching her as I do now, is infuriating. What the fuck was he thinking? And why would she allow him to do any of this? She does a turn before going back, only to come out with a black skirt and pink top.  

I don’t say anything, I mostly spend the time plotting the man’s murder. The next is a green set, one that highlights just how heavenly she is. A fairy roaming in the gardens. A mermaid walking for the first time. An angel who has just gotten their wings. “After I finished paying for all this, he gave me his business card. Said to call him when I start getting serious about modeling.”  

I hold out my hand and she places the card in my hand. Without hesitation I tear it up. This man will never contact her ever again. In fact, no one should. I don’t want people from the outside filling her heads with all sorts of stories. They could drive a wall between us. And if that happens, my plans for her will have to take a drastic jump.  

“Carlos! Why would you do that?” Her lip pushes out and her arms cross over her chest. “I don’t want him contacting you. If he wants to speak to you, he’ll have to talk to me first.” She rolls her eyes at me and then sighs. “You have to be joking.” I raise my brow at her. This is incredibly serious. “In fact, I don’t want anyone outside our inner circles contacting you.” She gasps and her mouth hangs open.  

“This is taking it too far, Carlos.” Her eyes are usually big, doe and sparkling, but now I see a fury and an anger. “That’s what assistants are for. So that you don’t have to spend your time worrying about schedules or weeding out the people who will further your future and those who just want to use you.”  

I can show her far. Someday it will only be me and her and the Sainz family. There will be no interruptions from people. She will not be tainted by the words and opinions of others. They will not take her from me. Nothing will. “Oh,” her mouth snaps shut and that fire in her eyes dim. “What, do you think I’d shut you out from the world? I’m not that jealous.”  

A little lie here and there won’t hurt her. After all, once she is in my hands, it will have happened so slowly she won’t even realise that she has been taken home. I am her home. No one else. Not her parents, not her friends, not her co-workers. Not even the other drivers on the grid. She will be untouchable, unreachable by everyone but me. The goddess and her dress and her disciple.   

There is a knock at the door, I glance at the balcony and see it’s already dark out. After the outfits, she had also shown me the jewels she bought along with a purse and some shoes. It was quite fun actually, seeing her eyes shine like the gems she had bought. Her smile so wide, I just want to eat her up. I settle for a kiss on the forehead. “Go get in your pj’s, I’ll get the food.” 

“What movie are we watching?” I ask, turning off the big light after we ate. She’s already snuggled in bed, like a kid on Christmas. “Pretty Woman, duh. I’m going to point out every time I felt like Julia Roberts.” I can’t help but laugh at her shenanigans. And still give her a kiss on the head and climb in the bed next to her.  

But I can see the way she eyes me, with a longing glance and those big doe eyes. “Come here, mi amor. Snuggle in close.” Her eyes beam again and without hesitation I pull her close into my arms. She cuddles in close, almost rubbing her face into my chest. She curls herself into a small ball and I make sure she isn’t uncomfortable for a single moment.  

Yet, still, she’s fidgety. “Sit still, o te pondré en una posición en la que no tendrás más remedio que quedarte quieto.” I squeeze her legs tight, to really drive it home. Her squirming has caused an effect on my body that I’m sure she’s not ready to handle yet. She whines, “I’m sorry, can I show you something?”  

“Of course,” I make small circles on her delicate skin, encouraging her to tell me more. She pulls out her phone and then goes to the videos. She then continues to show me a video in the Instagram reel format of her enjoying her day shopping. “Do you think it’s cringe?” She asks, biting her lip and this time it’s me that squirms.  

“No, of course not, I’m glad that you’re finally pursuing your dreams. Even if it’s a small start. Not to mention, it’s really well done.” A blush coats her cheeks, she so up and down. One moment she’s the hottest girl I’ve ever met and the next she’s as cute as can be and I want to hold her like this, all bundled in my arms, forever.  

I haven’t seen this video on her Instagram yet. “Why haven’t you posted it yet?” She bites her lip and avoids my gaze. “No seas tímido conmigo,” she gasps when I nip at her ear and it forces a deep chuckle from me. “I’m scared of what they’ll say about me. I’m scared that they’ll piece together our agreement.” I scoff at her, and shake my head. “So what if they do?”  

She whines and rolls her eyes. “If my modelling career starts, I don’t people to think it’s because I whored myself out.”  Whored herself out? How dare she even think something like that? If anyone ever even dare to talk even slightly bad about her, I’ll have them castrated. I have a tough security and they do anything I ask.  

Money does a lot for a person and for her... I, myself don’t even know how far I’d go. “If you ever say that again, I’ll fuck the word right from your mouth.” I just love the way her eyes go big and she begins to stutter when I say something even slightly seductive. It turns me on, just how much power I hold over her.  

“Dios, eres tan lindo. Here, give me your phone.” She does it without hesitation, still flustered by my words. I open the camera and the moment she sees the selfie side, she ducks behind my arms. I take a picture, it’s as cute as can be. I go to set it as her wallpaper but see that the photo she took on the first day is already the wallpaper.  

I raise my brow at her and she just shrugs. I look and see her lock screen is her and her other two friends that I hear so much about. “I always keep the most important things in my life as my wallpaper.” I feel so warm at her words. How much more perfect can she be? I take my phone and do the same as she has. And proceed to post it on my story.  

“Post the video. Let them talk, that just makes it more fun to prove them wrong.” She just gazes up at me with such love in her eyes. Then her eyes flicker back to the TV and she gasps, “Look, look. Look at how awful these fancy ladies are to her. She’s just this big bundle of energy and childlike joy and they’re just so cruel.”  

I stay listening with extreme intent. It’s almost funny, the way she describes this girl, because it sounds just like my Y/N. “It happened in the store, just today. Before I went to Chanel, I walked into Gucci. I had parked a bit away, for safety. A bit of a habit, I guess. They didn’t see the car, but they gave one look and went ‘we have nothing in your size.’”  

My grip grows tighter than I want it to be. I don’t want her to know the effect she has on me, I’m certain that she’d use it against me. If she truly wanted, she could have me like putty in her hands. Wrapped around her finger, she could have me on my knees with one look. She doesn’t notice it, but there are tears that pool in her eyes.  

“I’m a size ten! That’s very average. Shouldn’t they make clothes for an average person like me.” She pouts, pushing out her bottom lip. Subconsciously, she wraps my arms tighter around her. I’m her protection, she doesn’t realise it, but I am her safety blanket. I scoff at her words. “Please, you are the least average person I have ever met. I’ll have the store bankrupt by next week.”  

She gasps and gives me a slight hit on the arm. “You will do no such thing.” I laugh, kissing her neck. “And why not?” I whisper, pulling her closer into my arms. “Because, you are just race car driver, you will not bankrupt a store that has been standing there for decades with a fashion rich history. I will not have some nepo-baby with too much money on his has destroy it over some girl he met two weeks ago.”  

Her words would be harsh coming from anyone else. But when she says it, it only makes me laugh. “Is that really what you think of me?” She blushes, “I’m sorry I said that. I don’t know much about cars, but I can see you have a real passion for it and a real talent for it. You know, outside of your father’s influence.” She makes me feel like a superhero. In her eyes I can do no wrong. It feels like everybody has been criticizing me all my life, but she? No, she just loves, open and free and can’t find anything wrong with it.  

“And I’ll support you. Always, like you do me.” How I wish now I could kiss her. Just to make the words stop, because if she says one more thing, I might just cry. “Speaking of fathers... Next week is an off weekend and I still owe you a visit to your family.” She sighs, a loud, heavy drawn out one, she leans against my arm and pretends to go back to the movie.  

On instinct I just know, and once again open her phone and find her messages with her mom. She doesn’t stop me, actually she encourages it by giving her password. I can see almost each time her mother has messaged her, she either replied with a dry answer or just didn’t reply at all. “I don’t know what to tell her.”  

“You haven’t told your family about us yet?” Her shy eyes avoid my gaze and I know she feels guilty. “I don’t know what to say. Oh, yes, I’m in the arms of a man I’ve only known two weeks, because, you know, he paid off my student debt and is also so hot it’s unfair to any other guy that has ever lived.” Yes, her words are true but we both know we’re forever. And if she doesn’t realise it, I’ll just have to convince her.  

A low hum escapes my throat, “They do not watch the race? They haven’t seen you there?” She laughs and shakes her head, “They wouldn’t dream of it. They both are kickers for the good old days and when they do watch TV, it’s just those old soaps. In fact, I got my first job when I was 16 and with my first paycheck I bought a shitty phone. After school I’d walk to the nearest café, use their Wi-Fi and watch every fashion movie I could find. Illegally, of course.”  

I love hearing everything about her. It feels as though I could never know everything about her and that breaks my heart. “Well, I suppose we have to have a story for them and the media too. Let’s say this, we keep the story the same, we just move the timeline back about a year. So, instead of 13th of August, let’s make it...the 1st of February.”  

“And why wouldn’t I tell my own mother, about a guy I’m dating, for six months.” That’s a good point. “Well, let’s say that we wanted to keep it private until we’re sure of us.” She shrugs, “That makes sense, ooh, can I buy them presents tomorrow?” I chuckle, always so thoughtful. “Of course.”  

I have to buy them over somehow. If they don’t aprove of me... I’d hate to break my girl’s heart. Having a bit fall out with your own parents can be very traumatic. But I won’t hesistate. I’m sure mother would love her just as much as I do. And father, he would understand why I do, what I need to do.  

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Vampire AU Pt 2

Answered some questions I got but no SoapGhost biting just yet

Interviewer: Why do you not like when Gaz feeds on Soap?

Ghost: It makes him smell… bland. It’s also rude. No one in the house feeds off Soap. Only I can but even there, I don’t. 

The Interviewer checked this information and it turns out to strangely enough be true. No one had ever itten Soap. 

Interviewer: So how do you feel about Soap?

Ghost: He’s my familiar.

Interviewer: And what does that mean to you?

Ghost: He does all of the chores around the house that I don’t want to do and gets me food. 

Interviewer pauses, clearly thinking he’ll continue. He doesn’t.

Interviewer: Do you like him?

Ghost: Like him? No. Absolutely not. He’s just a human. I don’t like… stay awake thinking about him. 

Ghost was once again staying awake thinking about Soap. He stared at the top of his coffin and just… thought of him. 

Soap smelled good. Most of the time. He was only human and he did deal with dead bodies occasionally, so Ghost gave him grace about that. But most of the time, he smelled… delicious. Ghost had a feeling if he tasted him, he’d be savory. Not sweet, Ghost didn’t really like the sweeter bloods like Alejandro did. He’d probably taste buttery too. Warm and so human under his hands. His heartbeat was so loud at times. Always even, never afraid of Ghost even when he should be. Sometimes Ghost would pick him up to get him out of the way of things and Soap would just smile. Ghost occasionally picked him up just so he could hear his heartbeat. It was a melody that he wanted to get lost in. 

This morning, it was clear he wouldn’t be sleeping, so he listened to everyone moving below. Gaz went upstairs to the attic where his bedroom was. 

Soap moved down below a little longer, most likely cleaning. He liked to get it all done before heading to bed so when Ghost woke up, he didn’t have to deal with it. 

The house started quieting down and he slowly stepped out of his coffin. Luckily his curtains had been pulled tight so it was safe for him to escape. He stretched and peaked out of his door. 

Soap had blew out all of the candles and pulled all the curtains so Ghost walked around in the darkness. He crept downstairs to Soap’s room. It was the smallest room in the house, but it was still pretty nice. Soap had bought his own bed and had decorated it himself. Ghost saw books littering the desk and looked at them for a moment. Soap usually put them away, but he must’ve been tired. Price had bene asking him for things all night so it probably wore him out. He’d tell Price to leave him alone a bit more. While Soap acted as the house familiar, he was really Ghost’s familiar and Ghost didn’t want him to be worn out or neglect himself. 

Maybe he also selfishly wanted more of Soap’s attention on him. He wasn’t used to sharing him and watching him pay more attention to the others… 

Something feral and angry pressed against his fangs and Soap would be defenseless right now. He looked gorgeous, strewn among the pillows and blankets on his bed. Ghost didn’t feel bad staring since Soap had a shirt and boxers on. The house had started to get cold but in the summer, Soap sometimes didn’t wear anything. Ghost had learned quickly to knock in the summer if Soap had accidentally slept in. 

But right now, he looked peaceful and luckily modest. 

Soap turned over and Ghost silently stepped back, watching him stretch and get comfier. If he bit him, how would he do it? Would he sink his teeth in and rip a piece out of him? Or would he be gentle? 

Would Soap let him? Not to turn him. A selfish part never, ever wanted to turn him. But if it was just to taste him, would Soap let him? The idea of the two of them tangled together as he took from him. Ghost’s fangs hurt. They ached so bad. 

“So do you do this often?” Price spoke very softly and Ghost almost jumped out of his skin. 

“You were always the only one that could sneak up on me.” Ghost sighed. “Just when I can’t sleep.”

Price nodded and stood next to him. It made Ghost feel weird. It was one thing for Ghost to watch his familiar, but as much as Price was his sire, he didn’t want to let him watch Soap as well. “Let’s get out of here, John.”

“I think he left someone in the basement if you’re hungry.” Price smiled at him. He looked alive in a way Ghost refused to believe he possibly could. Even back then, Price must’ve been at least 200 years old when they met. Simon had been dazzled by him. A healthy amount of respect, appreciation and probably attraction meant he didn’t notice what everyone else did. 

The night he laid on that battlefield, body broken far beyond repair and ready to accept death, Price had told him he couldn’t let him die yet. It was a horrible transformation made much worse by the existing injuries. He had felt so pathetic, having Price care for him for so long. The memories were still quite a sore spot for him. 

Ghost nodded and followed him to the basement. There was in fact a person down there that was only half drained. Price didn’t eat very much as he mostly just caught glances at Ghost. 

“Why do you wear the mask?” 

Ghost groaned immediately and sank down to the floor. “Because I want to.”

“You’re such a handsome man though! You don’t need to cover up!”

“It’s not about that though.” Ghost sighed.

“What is it about then? Those days are so long behind us. No need to hide your identity. You could be anyone now!” Price grinned. “You could just be Si-”

Ghost got up and walked away from him, shoulders tensing. He walked straight up the stairs and through the living room and he could hear Price’s anxiety like it was a force.

“Simon! It’s still fucking daylight!” Price snapped so loud it vibrated the walls. 

Soap was up in moments and rushing over, clearly still sleep deprived, but more worried about Ghost than getting to sleep. “Sir, are you okay? Did something happen? Did I miss a curtain?” He looked up at Ghost who paused. 

Fuck. 

Ghost stared at him for a moment and watched as Soap’s eyes went down to his mouth and he became painfully aware of the fact that his mouth was uncovered. Soap’s eyes widened and his heartbeat sped up. 

Ghost wanted to look in a mirror to know what he looked like, but there was never a reflection. He imagined the scars. Deep lines across his mouth in a harsh mock smile. Big fangs. One of his previous lovers had described him once. They said his lips always looked bloodstained, even if they didn’t have blood on them.

Did he still have blood on his face now? He hadn’t exactly cleaned his face off. Soap was scared. Surely he knew Ghost would never hurt him. 

Interviewer: Man, he looked pretty scary with the blood. He also is the first one I’ve seen that’s actually that pale. 

Soap: He’s so hot. I was so nervous he’d read my mind

Interviewer: Can they do that?

Soap: No, but like… you never know

Interviewer: What were you thinking?

Soap blushed: Very uncatholic thoughts thats for sure. 

Ghost schooled his expression and reached up, pulling down his mask. “No. You did a fine job, Johnny. Are you okay? We didn’t mean to wake you.” 

Soap’s heart sped up instead of slowing down like Ghost wanted. He also flushed a little. “Thank you, sir. I’m fine. Was worried I’d come up and you’d be… anyway. Do you want me to help you back in your coffin?”

Ghost looked behind him and Price was gone. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Soap walked with him, the two falling into the same pattern they always did. When they first met, Ghost had walked faster and Soap had always jogged to keep up with him. Although it was funny, Ghost had slowed down. Rodolfo had noticed and teased him about it. Just a little. 

Ghost would never ever tell Soap. Ever. But he wasn’t in the best of places when he came along. Alejandro had pointed out when he stopped sleeping for nights on end. Ghost liked to believe it was just having to make sure they didn’t eat Soap, but he knew that wasn’t really true. He just liked… hanging out with the human. 

Soap offered his hand and Ghost used it to get back in his coffin. 

“If you wake up again, just get my attention okay?”

“I don’t need your permission.” Ghost grumbled.

Soap only smiled. “Course not. But I get nervous. I make one mistake and… I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you on my watch, sir.” 

Ghost stared up at him. He saw a glimpse of blond hair and green eyes that did not match Soap’s brown and blue. 

“Alright, Johnny.” Ghost reached up and Soap paused, watching him. He gently traced the scar over Soap’s eye, gloved fingers just barely, barely brushing it. “Have I ever asked where that came from?”

“No, sir.”

“Tell me when I wake up?”

“Of course, Ghost.” Soap smiled at him and Ghost must’ve been much more tired than he thought, because he thought of what his lips would feel like against his. 

Would his fangs cut him?

Soap watched Ghost’s eyes close and how he stopped breathing. It was something that had freaked him out at first. When they slept, whatever made them breathe just stopped. They were also effectively dead to the world, almost nothing woke them up. 

Soap closed the coffin and went back to his room. He put all of the books on his desk away and then went back to bed. 

Soap woke up the next day and saw a giant dog in the living room. He stared at him for a few minutes before deciding that was fine and also not his business. The wolf looked at him for a few minutes before putting his head back on his paws. 

Soap thought he looked kinda weird too, but again, not his business. He walked right past it and went to Ghost, fully intending to tell him about his scar and ask him what he wanted to do today. But as soon as Ghost’s eyes open, he looked angry. 

Alejandro started yelling before he got a chance to really ask him about it. “SOAP WHY IS THERE A MUTT IN MY HOUSE???”

Soap swung around and frowned. “What?”

Ghost was up and at ‘em immediately. “Ale, calm down. We’ll just kick him out.”

“THERE’S A FUCKING WEREWOLF AND YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN!” 

Soap winced. “Werewolf?” 

Ghost rolled his eyes and went downstairs to see Gaz between Alejandro and the wolf. “Kyle, get your pet out of here.”

Soap frowned. “He is still a person?? No need to be so mean?”

“I don’t care! I hope it hurts his feelings!” Ghost scoffed and crossed his arms. 

Rodolfo sighed. “Can you make him take a bath at least? He reeks.” 

Soap sniffed the air, only catching the faintest scent of cologne. 

Gaz hummed. “I like the smell.”

“You’re disgusting.” Rodolfo wrinkled his nose. “It smells like dog!”

Soap looked at the… werewolf. It was weird. He stared at him for a second before seeing it… change. 

Soap pulled away to throw up as its body bent and twisted. That was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen. 

“Sorry about that. I know its kinda gross the first time ya see it.” 

“HE’S AMERICAN??” Price sounded scandalized. 

“My name is Alex.” Alex was naked. Completely. Not a hint of shame about this either. Soap averted his eyes but noticed that Rodolfo and Ghost both looked him over. Alejandro waited until Alex glanced at Gaz to look him up and down, but he certainly did. 

“Get him out.” 

Gaz shook his head. “If you guys can be super gross with each other, I can have my werewolf boyfriend.”

Alejandro gasped. “Our love is not comparable to you coupling with that… that…”

Alex growled. “Don’t say it.”

“That dog!”

“That is so bigoted! I don’t call you guys bats.”

Alejandro growled and they started snapping at each other.

Price frowned at Gaz. “Why don’t you settle down with a nice older vampire? You can pick a rich one.”

Soap gasped and looked at Ghost who sighed. “He’s not… He’s not flirting.”

Gaz grimaced. “Price…”

Price smiled at him. “Don’t you think you need someone who understand you? He’s a werewolf. Also he’ll die in 80 years.”

Gaz nodded. “It’ll be a glorious 80 years and then I’ll find him again when he reincarnates.”

Price frowned. “But he’ll be a baby!” 

“I’ll obviously wait until he’s in his 20s!”

Soap hummed. “Oh, grooming.” 

Gaz gasped. “No! Not grooming! Because I won’t be talking to him!”

“You’re still going to wait until he’s legal. Groomer behavior.”

“You say as if there’s not over 700 years between you and Ghost.”

Ghost tilted his head. “What? We’re not dating.”

Gaz: They act like that and they’re not even fucking.

Interviewer: I’m so glad someone else sees it

Gaz: That’s a little pathetic honestly. Like… seriously? They even smooch?

Interviewer: Not that I’m aware of

Gaz: Wow. Wow. No wonder Ghost is always so unhappy. He hasn’t gotten laid since….

Interviewer: Since?

Gaz glances around: Too many ears. Can’t say. But yeah, I don’t think he’s done anything since then. 

Interviewer: And how long was that?

Gaz: 40 years ago? I mean. Unless he’s slept with Alejandro or Rodolfo and I just didn’t know

Interviewer: Why wouldn’t they tell you?

Gaz: Because I’d want to join. Obviously. 

Gaz smiled at Price. “Look, he treats me well, okay? I like him.” He looks at Alex who was now growling at Alejandro who was aggressively hissing back. “He’s so dreamy.”

Interviewer: What the fuck. 

Alex huffed but decided to leave. Apparently it was a pack meeting or something. He kissed Gaz goodbye and he left. 

Soap was relieved, just so his vampires would stop freaking out. 

Price was sitting at the back porch, which was a bit odd, but Soap decided it wasn’t his business. 

Ghost however went to check on him. He thought he had freaked him out earlier. Yeah, walking around during the daylight wasn’t his smartest move thinking back on it. 

But Price didn’t look upset. He looked… enthralled. 

Ghost frowned and followed his gaze to where their next door neighbor was. Their neighbor was… a person. Ghost hadn’t really talked to him. According to Soap, he was pretty nice. He happened to have a nocturnal schedule as well. 

“You good?”

“He’s gorgeous.”

“We don’t eat the neighbors. Brings too much suspicion.” The neighbor was human and Price usually wanted to eat those. As did all of them really. Earlier hadn’t Ghost thought of devouring Soap? 

“He reminds me of my third wife.” 

Ghost blinked slowly and tried to shuffle through Price’s wives. Not all of them were women. Some were male wives and some were female wives. The third one…

“Oh my god. He does look like your wife.” 

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trick or treat! :))

Hehehehehehehehehehehe treats for all!!!! despite life delaying my writing of it, enjoy a silly little sneak peak at the next chapter of "This Is Not the End"

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Crunchy, slightly sweet compared to most greens, fresh and delicious. He almost wants to take the smallest bites possible just to enjoy each one, sitting cross legged in the dirt by the palisade wall, watching everyone else buzz around. It almost feels like he’s cheating - like somehow he should be out there with him, that he shouldn’t be enjoying anything at all, especially not something he’s sat down for. He was busy, he was responsible, he was in charge of everything, he shouldn’t even consider sitting down unless he’d personally checked to make sure everyone had what they needed. 

This, here, makes him grin, and he feels like he’s six years old again, having snuck out from behind the palisade walls, and covertly made his way into the farmlands. He remembers stealing these exact peas, barely tall enough to reach up and grab through the vine. He remembers sitting and chewing on them, delighted in his successful heist. In hindsight, he’s sure his father and everyone else knew he’d done it, but at the time it had felt like it was just for him. The fresh spring vegetables were special, food was special. It was a shame, really, that he never found time to enjoy it like he wanted to. 

But for right now, at least, in the waning dusk and while everyone else chitters and chatters and there are no immediate, pressing issues to attend to, no crisis, no disasters, right now he can sit and-

“Ah, Daichi?”

“For the love of-” he cuts himself off-

[silasplaskett]

i know everyone was enjoying misconstruing eddies smallest facial expressions in the sneak peak but now that we have the whole ep i feel like its obvious that eddie is very very happy about bucktommy like he loves his best friend being happy so so so much

[hellfiremunsonn]

💕Now You See Me Part One💕

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Summary: You’re not as innocent as everyone thinks, just a little clueless and maybe a bit careless, and with zero filter Eddie’s crush begins almost instantly.

Because Eddie sees you… He sees you for you, and the minute you stumble into his garage at work, asking him to fix your bike he knows he has you wrapped around his finger and he’ll do everything and anything to get what he wants.

Warnings: perv!eddie, he’s gross, he touches, he sneaks peeks, probably some coercion, will lead to smut but everything reader does is consensual, “innocent” reader, fem!reader, slight little reader, slight age regression?actions traded for Eddie’s labor on the bike, (will update as I go)

💕Part One💕

"Hi Eddie!"

Your singsong voice echoing in the empty garage, startling him from the large toolbox he had been organizing, he dropped one of the wrenches onto his foot. 

"Fuck!" he muttered through his teeth.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" You say letting your bike fall carelessly to the floor with a crash. "I didn't mean to scare you, I t-thought you heard me come in" You said leaning down to grab the wrench off the floor, holding it with both your hands wrapped around it. "I came to ask you for help"

"Help?" He said finally turning to face you, eyes instantly noticing the way you held onto the wrench so tightly, and how small they would look wrapped around his-

"Yeah, my bikes broken" you said gesturing behind you with your thumb.

It's bubblegum pink, iridescent strings of pompoms attached to the handle bars, with a bright yellow wicker basket on the front, your belongings had spilt from it onto the ground next to it.  

"Why'd you come to me?" Eddie asks skeptically 

You furrow your brows at him. "Cause you know how to fix stuff? You're the only person I know who'd help me and not make me feel stupid about it" you got quiet saying the last part, a little shy under his brown eyes. 

"I guess I can take a look at it" he said with a soft smile. "Bring it over here" he said with a wave of his hand. 

You squealed a little in excitement, rushing over to your bike, forgetting you were still holding the wrench. Turning on your heel you walk back to Eddie, taking his hand and pulling it towards you so you could give the tool back to him. 

"Forgot I was holding it" you said with a laugh, going back to your bike and rolling it over to him.  He watched the way you moved, the way you bent down, legs still straight with your ass just inches away from being exposed. 

The smallest of breezes would easily lift the fabric of your flimsy dress and Eddie almost stops himself from turning on the oscillating fan next to him, but he does it faster than his brain can keep up with. 

The fan starts up loudly but you don't give it a second glance, barely noticing when the wind hits the top of your thighs, the skirt of your dress rippling around you, giving Eddie the slightest peak at your sheer pink panties underneath. 

"Woah!" You say standing up quickly, bringing your bike up with you by the handle bars, one hand smoothing your dress back down your bum.

"You didn't see my vagina just then did you?" You asked bluntly, rolling the bike back over to him.  

It takes eddie a moment to realized what you just said, shocked by your forwardness. "No, I didn't, I wasn't looking anyway" he said trying to play it cool. 

"If you didn't see it, then how would you know if you weren't looking?"

"I wasn't really paying attention sweetheart, now what's up with your bike" he said nodding towards it. 

"The chain won't stay on, n'I keep trying to fix it" you said with a pout. "But the thing won't stay"

"Keep it held up for me yeah?" he asked.

"Okay"

He kneeled down next to you, fumbling with the chain while muttering things under his breath, things you can't hear clearly enough to understand. You watch his hands, how fast they move, yet with such precision, like he already knew what he had to do before even touching the chain.

Eddie knew the bike would be easy to fix, probably wouldn't take him more than five minutes, maybe even less, but you looked so pretty and if he leaned back just enough he could see up the skirt of your dress and the plush curve of your ass. He doesn't know how he's going to keep you around, but he's damn sure going to try. 

"Alright" he says, going to stand up but falling onto his butt slightly, his hand grabbing the back of your thigh in support before trying to stand up again, his thumb leaving a smudge of grease on your skin like a signature. 

"You okay?" you ask, hands reaching out towards him to help if he needed it, but he doesn't.

"Just lost my balance a bit" he said wiping his hands against his already grease covered coveralls. 

"So can you fix it?" you said, an unmissable, adorable hopefulness to your voice. 

"Oh yeah, shouldn't be too bad, but it'll cost ya" he says with a smirk, leaning back against the table behind him, arms crossing over his chest, biceps bulging. It made your mouth go dry. 

"Shit" you mumble, biting your bottom lip. "I don't really have much money, is there anything else I can do?" 

"Anything else you can do?" Eddie repeats.

"Yeah, like suck your dick or something" you say with a snort, covering your mouth with your hand. Eddie goes ridged but you don't notice. "I'm totally kidding, but there's gotta be something I can help you with?"

He blows out his breath through his lips after a dramatic sigh. "Oh man I don't know"

"Oh come on Eddie there's GOT to be somethin?" you said a little louder, missing the G on the end of your word, your hands coming together, interlocking your fingers causing your boobs to squish together. Bouncing once on your heels, boobs jiggling with the movement, your lips in a pout. You were so eager to help him, you'd probably do anything, and the pleading look in your eyes made Eddies dick twitch. 

"W-What if I come by everyday and help out here?" you question.

"Help out here? What on earth would a little princess like you be able to do here?" He said with a slight scoff.

"I can be very helpful!" you protest, stomping your foot slightly. 

"I'm sure you can be sweetheart, but not here" he said with an eye roll. 

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Treat! You get a sneak-peak at a WIP!

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“This was just supposed to be a fun pizza night.”

The complaint bounces off against the grey walls of the cell Raph is currently stuck in. Sitting on a bench just barely big enough for him, head in his hands, sighing out in irritation. The guards down the hallway don’t even blink at his words. 

A voice echoes from afar, a languid tone that could not care less about the situation she got them stuck into. “And that would have been so much more boring.”

Raph shoots a scowl at the iron bars even though Casey can’t see it from her cell. “I’m supposed to be at home right now with my brothers, exactly how the hell am I supposed to explain how I ended up here of all places?”

“To be fair, you did have an opportunity to tell them.” Casey calls back to him. “You just blew it.” 

Raph groans out loud, pressing his palms into his eyes. “The only reason I blew it is because you wouldn’t stop screaming about your Miranda rights at the officers while I was on my one phone call.”

“I deserve my Miranda rights read to me!” She replies back, just as vehemently as half an hour ago when she was this close to choking the gargoyle Yokai was trying to handcuff her. “I have a right to an attorney, they need to bring me one, they can’t just arrest me like this!”

“You also have the right to remain fucking silent.” Raph growls out. “Which you really should have done. The three of them barely listen to what I say on a good day, they definitely didn’t understand a word with you yelling down the line. And I really, really wish you hadn’t wasted your one phone call on the HCPD Commissioner.”

A loud bang of a metal ring on iron bars. He winces. “The guy needs to know how unqualified the officers in his precincts are! One of them tried to put their hand in my pants!”

“They were trying to search your pockets for assault weapons because you wouldn’t go with them without resisting.”

“Of course I wasn’t going to go with them without resisting! And by the way, that’s called frisking and it is illegal without reasonable suspicion.”

“‘Without reasonable susp–’, Casey, you had seven knives on you!”

“And that was my smallest combat kit! All you have is your tonfas and two shurikens, that’s pathetic!”...

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So excited to finish the rest of it soon! Thank you for the ask!

(i am only doing post-halloween trick or treats till nov 3)