#because I went 'so true' and then went wait. wait a minute. I don't pass that red flag check

[bookwyrminspiration]

I finally got rid of all harry potter/rowling books from my shelves because I was reminded they were rotting in a corner via all the recent game talk! legit forgot they were there so. I may be a little late to the party but. woop!

[eufezco]

SUPER SHY - JOEL MILLER x FEM!READER

SUMMARY – when Joel's keeping you company while you're showering, he sees something he wasn't supposed to.

english isn't my first language <3 // this is pure SMUT

A/N – omg it's been so long but i literally have no inspiration so if anyone has any request... also, i've been writing for the walking dead, especially daryl, but that's still in my drafts because i don't know if there's anyone interested in that. ANYWAYS, i hope this isn't so bad

He didn't mind. He truly didn't care. He was sitting on the toilet, bent forward, with his elbows on his knees and one of his legs shaking out of impatience. It was true that he'd rather be doing other things but with a bit of luck you'd be done soon and he'd leave. Although he didn't have much to do either, he was sure they needed some last-minute people to patrol.

He had been sitting on that toilet every night for at least thirty minutes every time you took a shower. Since you lacked music, you needed some other type of distraction and Joel wasn't the best for it but it was your only option.

"What was the last movie you saw?"

"I don't know. I can't remember."

"I'm sure you do remember, you are just too lazy to think. For me, it was Spiderman, my brother took me to the movies but I don't remember enjoying it. What was yours?"

"I think it was Catch Me If You Can."

"Never heard of that."

Of course not, he said to himself. The sound of falling water made your voice sound fainter so he had to readjust his position to hear you better. His back was now against the toilet, he ran his hands over his face. It was starting to get a little hot inside the bathroom as well. Joel looked in your direction, trying to understand what you were saying but quickly looked away. Joel closed his eyes tightly and then opened them wide again without knowing what to do. When he leaned back and looked in your direction, he expected nothing, only the curtain that was hiding you, but instead, he found a perfect view of your round and wet ass.

Joel swallowed nervously and shook his head, trying to erase that image from his mind, but it was so perfect and the water slid so easily down it. No, no, no, fuck he mumbled, massaging his temples. The way his teeth would sink into your skin there, and they would mark your soft skin just right.

"Are you okay?" You peeked your head through the curtain. Your brow furrowed as you saw him looking away.

He nodded.

"Can you pass me the bathrobe, then?"

Fuck, you were doing this on purpose, he thought. He stood from the toilet and you waited behind the curtains. You went out of the shower wrapped in the robe.

"I'll leave so you can change." He announced. His eyes briefly looked away and moved down to your breasts covered by your bathrobe, he could see how hard your nipples were and how the drops of water slid down your cleavage. You raised your eyebrows and Joel never looked you in the face again. He tried to get out of the bathroom, ashamed enough already, when you blocked his way with your body.

"I saw you looking at me, Joel. You won't get away so easily."

He didn't know what to say. Should he apologize? Should he leave anyway? He'd been looking after you practically since this started, since you two met in the woods, the least he could do was apologize for looking at you in such an inappropriate way.

"When was the last time you saw a naked woman?"

Your question caught him off guard. Joel shook his head and took his eyes off you, knowing beforehand what you were about to do. The bathrobe slipped off your shoulders and Joel closed his eyes, not even daring to look at your reflection in the mirror. You couldn't be doing this to him, he was not like the boys you'd been hanging out in Jackson.

"Look at me."

He shook his head. You told him again and this time his eyes laid on yours. You flashed him a smile, how innocent sweet Joel.

"I want you to look at my body, Joel."

Joel called your name, shaking his head again and swallowing nervously.

"I know you want to do it, I saw how you looked at me before. I want you too, but this isn't going to work if you can't even look at me."

His eyes shyly moved from yours to your breasts. He took a glance and closed his eyes. You smiled victorious. You guided one of his hands to caress one side of your body. Joel dared to look at the path his hand was making through your body, how soft the skin of your waist felt against his rough fingers.

You led his hand to cup one of your tits. Your nipple immediately became hard on contact with his palm and your pussy was already clenching around nothing. You'd dreamed so many times about how would his touch feel, and he was barely applying any pressure, nor squeezing it or pinching your nipple, he was just holding your tit in his hand.

Your hand pinched his chin and made him look up at you. His eyes were bright, darker than you'd ever seen them before, and his pupils were big. You fluttered your lashes, inocently and your thumb caressed his lips. You came close enough to his mouth for your breaths to become one, you could feel his beard tickling your lips. You ran your tongue over his lips and he leaned in for a kiss, his lips were so soft and gentle against yours compared to the thick hair of his beard.

You pushed his shoulders and made him sit on the toilet again. His cock was so hard and ready for you, already leaking precum against the fabric of his underwear. He was still unsure about this, not because he didn't want to do it but because you were so beautiful and he was an old man that doubled your age, and his cock was so hard and already throbbing against his stomach, it was almost embarrassing.

Joel put both of his hands on your hips when you placed one of your legs on each side of his body. You wrapped your fingers around his hard cock, giving it a couple of strokes and getting multiple groans from him. You could feel him twitching between your fingers. He was big, some black hairs like the ones on his head decorated the base of his cock and a prominent vein ran down its length, but the most important thing was, that he was thick. You could barely take it all in one hand, and you knew the stretch was going to be perfect.

You lined up his cock at your entrance, allowing only his tip to go inside you, and then you gently lowered yourself. One of your hands moved down to your clit and rub it to get used to the sensation of Joel filling you. He gave you all the time you needed but you were tight and he could feel his cock jumping inside you. Every time your fingers rubbed your clit your cunt clenched and squeezed him even harder.

"You good?" Joel asked, caressing one of your cheeks with the back of his hand. You nodded. "You sure? Oh, fuck-" He moaned when you started rolling your hips against his. Your movements were very delicate as your fingers continued working on your bundle of nerves, helping you to get even wetter and making it easy for you to take him. Joel could feel you dripping down the inside of his legs.

"Yeah, that's a good girl, fuck-" His eyes were locked on where you two connected although he could only see how his cock had completely disappeared inside your pussy. He was enjoying the way your tiny fingers played with your clit.

"Still good?" He asked again and you nodded. You suddenly stopped the movement of your hips against his and he was afraid that you'd hurt yourself. You placed your hands on his broad shoulders, getting a firm grip there to help you lift your hips from his lap. You pulled him out of you, his cock glistening with your juices, and then you dropped yourself back down onto his cock.

A sharp moan came out of Joel's throat and his fingers sank into the flesh of your ass. You repeated that again and again, finally getting used to Joel's width and to the sting of him going inside you deeper and deeper each time. Your hands moved from his shoulder to his face, cupping both of his cheeks and guiding his lips to yours, the sounds that escaped your mouths became one. His hands massaged your breasts shamelessly this time, his palms rubbed your nipples while you leaned your head back, giving him perfect access to your neck.

"I can't- I can't anymore." You cried out, your movements becoming more and more sloppy.

"It's okay. You did well." He gasped, his hands on your hips slowly guiding your movements, giving you enough time to recompose. Joel helped you to wrap your legs around his body, so that when he stood up from the toilet, he could move you with him, his dick still balls deep inside you.

Joel sat you on the sink and he splayed your legs completely open. You sat up on your elbows, looking through your eyelashes as he was admiring how your pussy sucked him. His dick slid inside you easily, his thrusts were stronger than you thought they would be and they made your whole body shake with them. Your throat felt dry and the burn in the pit of your stomach felt warmer and warmer. You dug your nails into his shoulders and pulled him to you, chest to chest.

Your hips rolled involuntarily against his, and you nodded to everything he muttered at you through gritted teeth. Yes, you were a good girl. Yes, you were his good girl. Yes, your pussy belonged to him. Yes, you were about to cum. Yes, you wanted his cum, and yes, you wanted it inside. And who was he to deny you your wishes? With a groan coming straight from his chest and your legs shaking and closing around his body, you both came seconds apart.

Joel stayed inside you, his head resting on your shoulder as you played with the hair on the back of his neck. You giggled. "Look at the shy one."

[spdrvyn]

WHY DON'T WE CALL IT FOR WHAT IT IS? — [ post-atsv. spider-reader. wc 1.4k ] you and miguel are dating in secret. neither of you are a fan of pda, so he shows as much as he can in private.

Your participation in the Society recently was bordering on mediocre. In your defense, your other job has been keeping you occupied. Of course, living with Miguel still means that you can see him a lot. A privilege that the other measly spiders can not afford, but you.

However, Miguel was on another strike mission in a never seen before spider dimension. From the details he told you, it was a world blanketed in snow and ice. It required very specific agents to accomplish and knowing him, he volunteered himself to go with too.

Once you were free from your shift, you anxiously waited near the console. Only occasionally leaving to grab a snack and go to the bathroom, as each minute passed the more nervous you became.

Miguel left early in the morning, bidding you farewell with a kiss on your forehead that you were still way too groggy for. It was late in the evening now and there was no sign of him or his team.

Your mind started to wander, passing scenarios of what you wished could happen once you finally saw him. You would leap at him with your arms spread to prepare for his warm embrace, you would pepper kisses all across his handsome face and he'd flush under the attention. Unfortunately, you could only dream that would happen.

As much as possible, both you and Miguel have been trying to keep your relationship private. Not for any life-threatening or intensely serious reasons, but it was for both of your comfort. You liked the intimacy that came with keeping everything private, knowing that whatever you had between each other was just for you. Miguel thought the same, he was the one who suggested it after all.

Still, that fact hindered you. Your jobs and his entailed long nights away from each other and when you finally reunited or even had more than ten minutes to just be, you couldn't act on your true desires because you would be in the eyes of other people.

"Hey. A dollar for your thoughts?" Margo chimed, her iridescent hologram brought a soothing glow to the dark oranges and yellows of the console room.

"Isn't it a penny for your thoughts?"

"Well, they've had to up the prices. You know, inflation." You couldn't tell if she approached you because she noticed how deep in thought you appeared to be or if she too was riding on waves of boredom. Nevertheless, a distraction would probably help.

"Who are you waiting for exactly?" Margo turned her back to you for a second and flickers on her own screens, nearly in the same fashion Lyla does. Only they look more purple as opposed to dandelion.

"Miguel. He wanted to talk to me about a - progress report and I think the mission he went on overlapped with that meeting."

She chortled at your hesitation, the sound increased when you mentioned your reasoning. "I didn't know he did those kinds of reports. You must be special, huh?"

"They're, uh, you have to ask for them."

Over time, you were able to develop a skill where you can pull any sort of lie out of your ass. That was mostly because you used to only be interrogated by Peter B. (he still does it) and he was pretty easy to shut down. Ask about his daughter and all of that, crisis averted.

But this was different. It was a teenager you were talking to, if you were her age in her position right now, you would also be trying to pry as much as you could and tell all your friends about what you heard.

"You asked for it? You're stronger than me, for sure."

Miguel isn't that bad- No. Miguel can be professional about it- No. Miguel is my boyfrieeeend- No!!

"Gotta build that emotional endurance too, you know?" You lied through your teeth, this was your true emotional endurance test. You just prayed that literally anything else could happen so that you could move on from this point in the conversation.

That was when you saw it. A miracle. A message from God. That familiar vortex of colors, that familiar bright red arm blade.

"Well, speak of the devil. Good luck with your meeting!" Margo remarked before she webbed to another side of the console, she looked busy. Maybe trying to look busy.

Miguel looked a little worse for ware, and so did the spiders following behind him. You glued yourself in place to keep from immediately checking for any injuries, but you're confident that the look on your face completely gave you away.

When the portal closed, he swiftly faced his team. "Good work on the strike mission. Make sure to get some rest in before sending in your reports. Contact me, Jess, or Peter if you need anything else."

What he intended as a compliment or two sounded slightly tense coming out of his mouth, you were a bit of a long-standing Society member so after The Spot happened, you could tell he was trying more at boosting morale. Even though his scowl and tone of voice sort of eradicated the kindness in what he actually meant, you found it cute that he tried anyway.

Everyone quickly dispersed, some left in pairs, some hopped into a portal straight to what seemed to be their home dimension. From where you were standing, you could see Miguel's shoulders sag in relief. His mask dissipated to reveal his worn out mug and he immediately turned to walk over to you.

You could tell he wanted to fold. Leave all of today's remaining problems to the Miguel of tomorrow, crawl into your loving embrace, and lay in dormancy until he would meet his fate again.

"Miguel," You initiate. "Is it time for my meeting now?"

There was no meeting. He probably had no idea what you were talking about, but he did at the same time. His steely, jaded disposition gave way to the warm, homely lover you have always known. He nodded, the moment you two stepped inside the apartment, he hugged you.

~

Over the course of your relationship with Miguel, he had taken you out to a good amount of luxurious fine dining restaurants. You were always extremely grateful, especially since he would refuse to let you pay even by a little. He's introduced a lot of new options and in return, you'd show him around the good food spots in your city too.

Yet, nothing could ever compare to a slow, home-cooked meal with just the two of you. Everything felt so intimate that way, you didn't have to worry about public appearances. Many meals being dished out with both you and Miguel in your pajamas.

Tonight was no different, of course. Miguel seemed more sluggish this time around, but you didn't mind picking more work than usual. You would have cooked for him yourself, but you had a feeling that he'd fight you for that.

Dinner had fallen into a comfortable silence this time, your relationship has gotten to the point where there was no obligation to make conversation. Sometimes, Miguel would burst into drawn-out rambles about how his day went and you'd listen intently. Except now, he's too tired to even speak.

After putting the dishes away and performing night routines, a movie in bed would be the perfect conclusion to such a peaceful night.

Nueva York was colder compared to your city, you complained about it to him multiple times so now Miguel usually keeps more than one blanket on the bed now. Honestly, you said it because you liked being snug in his arms when you slept with him. Not in that way.

Miguel's head rested on the column between your shoulder and neck, he weighed you down onto the memory foam mattress with a leg over both of yours and his arms snaked around your torso.

From your peripherals, you could see him gazing up at you. His attention stolen by your face, merlot hued eyes that traced every line, curve, and detail.

"Migs," You smiled back at him. "What are you gawking at?"

Bashfully, he turned his face inward with the hint of a grin at the upturned corners of his lips. It made your heart pounce, the idea that you especially had the privilege of seeing him so tender and shy.

No psychic could have foreseen you living your life like this right now, the same could be said for Miguel too. You didn't force him into this, batter him down to be all soft and mushy. It was because he knew, he finally knew from the way you stayed and loved him through the thick and thin, that he was finally safe and those walls crumbled.

The warmth from his kisses travelled all the way up to your ear. There, he whispered to you a promise, a declaration.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

awwww!!!! miguel!!!!!! anyway hii, been a while since i've uploaded a proper fic so here it is! i hope you guys enjoyed this one because i had a lot of fun writing it :-)

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Every Inch of You

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: reader is fighting demons (insecurities), very specific descrpitions of body image related insecurities- like the reader is literally picking herself apart in a mirror, hella praise, body worship, fingering, edging, multiple orgasms, creampie, cockwarming, pseudo voyeurism/exhibitionism (he fucks her in front of a mirror idk) I think that's everything

Genre: starts off pretty angsty, we transition to smut and end with fluff!

Summary: Insecurities can be quite rough on you but your boyfriend has no intentions of letting you go through it alone

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You frown at your reflection as you stare at yourself in the mirror. Today has been a rough day. Nothing in particular happened. You went to work, you ran some errands, you did normal daily things, but for some reason you've been in such a weird mood and now you're stuck in a vortex, picking apart yourself apart in the fucking mirror. You really ought to go to the gym more often, or- stop snacking at night, have your pores always been so noticeable? Since when do you have so many stretch marks? You can't see your toes over your stomach- god that's embarrassing. You let out a long sigh as you bite back the tears stinging the back of your eyes. You hate this. It doesn't usually get this bad and the worst part is you know it's not real, you know you're not some hideous monster but it doesn't stop that nasty voice in your head from warping your perception some days and when that happens nothing you say to yourself changes it. But man does it suck, because most of the time you have all the confidence in the world, you've worked very hard on it. Days like this make it feel like you're still some lost little kid desperate to find your place in the world with no sense of self. You should just walk away. If you can't see yourself, you can't pick your appearance apart. But your feet feel glued to the floor, as if they can't remember how to move, as if it's the most impossible task you've ever been given.

"Alright that's enough. You'll lose your mind standing here." You tell yourself, shaking your head in hopes of getting out of this dreary mood. You finally step away from the mirror and head to your closet to put on some clothes post shower. You throw on a hoodie and some shorts and leave your room.

"Babe?!" You hear as you walk down the hall. Sounds like your boyfriend's back.

"Hey love, welcome home." You meet him by the door and he kisses you on the cheek.

"Hope you haven't made dinner yet beautiful because I brought take out." Luke tells you holding up the bag with an excited grin.

"Take out's good. You wanna shower first or dive straight in?" You ask him.

"Would you mind terribly if I showered first?"

"Not at all. Go ahead." You take the food from him and nod your head towards the bathroom.

"I'll be quick!" He kisses you once more and jogs down the hall. You set the food on the living room table and watch TV while waiting for Luke. You hope you're able to keep it together for the few hours you'll be spending with Luke before bed. Considering its a weekday, you don't have to keep the mask up for that long. True to his word, Luke is quick to return, maybe 15 minutes pass by the time he plops down next to you on the couch. "Alright! Let's eat!" He announces, opening the takeout bag. He hands you your food before digging into his own.

"How was work today?" You ask him.

"Fine, tedious. Was mostly doing paperwork today." He shrugs. "How was your day cupcake?"

"Work was work and then I ran some errands. No fun stories here unfortunately. How's everyone?"

"Well, Spencer was giving a guest lecture today so he wasn't around since we didn't have an actual case. Garcia was telling me about some woman that seems to have his attention at the uni though."

"Is Pen keeping tabs on Spencer at the college? He'll literally hate that when he finds out." You frown.

"That's what I told her but you know how she can be. Especially with how sometimes things- go wrong when we meet new people."

"I mean if she's just a coworker, Penelope's getting ahead of herself don't you think? He probably hasn't even made a move on her." You say.

"He hasn't. You're right but it's not like she can be stopped." Luke chuckles.

"Yeah I guess so." You hum.

"Alright, what's wrong, princess?" Luke frowns.

"What do you mean?"

"You've barely touched your food. Did you think I wasn't gonna notice you've only been picking at it? Do you not like it? Do you want to eat something else?"

"No it, it's fine, I just- I'm honestly not all that hungry I guess." You sigh.

"What do you mean you're not all that hungry? What've you eaten today?"

"A bagel for breakfast and a salad for lunch." You shrug. Luke checks the clock in your living room.

"Lunch was 8 hours ago, all you had was a bowl of rabbit food and you expect me to accept that you don't want to eat your favorite food? Come on, spill it baby what's going on with you?"

"Nothing's going on. I dunno I just- feel weird." You mutter, avoiding his gaze. Dating a profiler is so irritating sometimes, can't he just ignore your body language for once?

"Weird how?"

"We don't, have to do this. It's not a big deal babe." You mumble.

"You're not eating y/n it is absolutely a big deal."

"Luke-" you sigh.

"Don't 'Luke' me, what's going on?" He frowns.

"I'd really rather not discuss anything there's no need, seriously."

"Baby, don't shut me out. You can't shut me out. We're in this together, always. You've gotta tell me what's going on in your head." He caresses your cheek gently. You sigh, unable to justify holding out on him when he speaks so softly, with such care.

"I've just been having a bad mental day. Nothing's happened, but I, just feel uncomfortable in my body, and it's hard to deal with let alone talk about." You say, tears burning behind your eyes again.

"Baby," he says, concern contorting his features.

"It's fine, I'll get over it. Today's just been a rough one. It happens. Sometimes my insecurities flare up out of nowhere but that's life, I don't want you to worry." You shake your head.

"Do you know me at all princess?"

"What?"

"My baby, my darling, the love of my life, my reason for being, is stuck in her own head hating her body, the body I live to worship, the body I can't get enough of and you want me to simply 'not worry about it'? That ain't happening." He stands up.

"Luke." You grumble as he grabs your hands.

"No no no no, no complaining, up you go." He pulls you off the couch and lifts you into his arms.

"Ah! Luke what are you doing?" You ask, throwing your hands around his neck as he princess carries you down the hall.

"Well if that nasty little voice in your head wants to lie to you, I'll simply have to remind you myself of all the reasons ever inch of you is perfect." He says matter-of-factly.

"I do not like the sound of that." You tell him.

"And I don't like the sound of you feeling uncomfortable with yourself." Luke shrugs.

"Well that's not-" You stop yourself with a sigh, not even sure what your comeback would be. In your bedroom, Luke carefully lowers you to the ground in front of the mirror with your back facing him.

"I want to help you to see yourself the way that I do." He says softly. He kisses your neck lightly and gently lifts your gaze to meet his in the reflection. "Ask me how I see you." His fingers brush against your thighs as he speaks.

"How do you see me?" You whisper hesitantly. You're not sure you even want to know, but his lips against your throat and his hands on your skin are rather persuasive.

"You, mi amor, are the sun at the center of my universe, if ever I was asked to describe perfection I would simply describe you." Luke slides his hands up under your hoodie caressing your skin.

"Luke." Your brow furrows. This can't possibly be sexy for him, he's only touching your stomach to comfort you, he'd probably prefer it if-

"Relax baby." Luke whispers. You didn't even realize you'd sucked your stomach in against his touch unconsciously, as if you could hide from him your size. You slowly untense your muscles, cringing at the way you fill his large hands. "I'm going to take this off of you, is that alright baby?" He asks.

"Well," can you really handle looking at yourself again?

"You can say no if you want princess, but I need you to stay with me."

"I'm not going anywhere." You say.

"Physically maybe, but I can see your mind wandering off." He kisses your temple. "Don't go."

"You can take it off." You whisper. Luke tugs the hoodie over your head not a moment later, tossing it somewhere in the room, out of sight. He lets out a sigh as his eyes trail over your body through the reflection. You can still feel the heat of his gaze in the mirror and weirdly enough it feels undeserved. He looks at you like that all the time but, tonight you just can't understand what would make him look at you with such want.

"God, you're gorgeous." He sighs placing his hands on your hips again. Luke places kisses on your shoulder. "Your skin is so soft, I can never get enough of touching you, kissing you, holding you." He says. He slides his hands up your sides to cup your breasts. "So perfect, I love the weight of your tits in my hands." His thumbs stroke over your nipples and the light stimulation makes your breath catch in your throat. He twists and tugs at your nipples, enjoying the little whimpers you let out. "You make the prettiest noises when I touch you baby."

"Luke-" you whine, your head lolling against his shoulder.

"Uh uh, head up princess, you've gotta watch. Watch me touch you, worship you, and watch how your body reacts to me, see for yourself how captivating you look." Luke gently shrugs his shoulder to push your head forward. You force your eyes to focus back on your reflections in the mirror, the sight of his hands kneading your breasts with rough fingers toying with your nipples to create hardened peaks only serves to make you squirm more against him. He keeps at it until your breathing is heavy, then one hand slides down, pausing to rub your tummy, "You may not believe me but this, I love this. Growing up it meant you were eating well, taken care of. And I like to think I take good care of you. I want it to show." He says kissing your neck. "Plus it's excellent for cuddles." He winks with a smile that makes you giggle. "I like that sound even more than your little whimpers, but I'm about to get a lot more of those." Luke's hand continues down, pushing your shorts down enough for you to kick them off. His hand caresses your thigh.

"You're teasing." You pout.

"You look cute when you pout." He chuckles. "But I'll be nice." His voice drops as he slips two fingers between your folds. You arch you back against his touch as his digits toy with your cunt. Luke knows your body maybe better than you do and his hand makes quick work of bringing you to the edge. Your head tips back again, instinctively and his movements slow when he catches it. The sudden change drags your gaze to his in the mirror, a silent question in your eyes when you whine. "If you want to cum pretty girl you have to watch yourself do it."

"But-"

"No buts, keep your eyes open and on the mirror." He says stroking you faster now that your attention is back on your reflection. Again when you feel your orgasm creeping up your spine your head drifts back and again Luke slows his hand almost to a stop.

"No!" You cry out as your release slips away.

"I already told you princess, your eyes have to stay on your reflection." He says waiting for your breathing to calm slightly before his fingers work you again. This time, you manage to keep your head forward, but your eyes still slide closed from the pleasure. Unfortunately for you your boyfriend is very observant and closed eyes still break the rule, so his fingers slow again.

"Fffffffffffffuck me." You grit out, frustrated from his edging game.

"I'll keep doing this until you get it right mi amor. Keep your eyes open." He says beginning again. This time, you steel yourself. You don't think you can handle another denial. The signs of release return quickly with his hands on you and though your lids desperately want to close you keep them open even as they threaten roll back in bliss as you finally cum with a breathy moan. "That's it, so fucking stunning." Luke says as he strokes you through the aftershocks. Your legs are still shaking and your chest is still heaving when Luke lifts you again. "I'm not finished with you yet, but this next bit will be easier in the bathroom. So you have something to hold onto." He says carrying you into the bathroom. He sets you down facing the large mirror over the sink. "I'd do this in the bedroom but you won't be able to see yourself if I fuck you right up against the mirror." Luke says in your ear and the words send a shiver down your spine. "Place your hands on the mirror sweetheart. Let me show you how badly I crave every inch of you." He says with a hand stroking your ass. You lean forward enough for your warm hands to touch the cool glass. Your eyes follow Luke's in the mirror as they trail over your skin hungrily while he frees himself from his sweatpants. He wastes no time sinking into you with a groan and though he gave no warning you moan at the stretch of him filling you. The look on his face as he settles into your heat can only be described as euphoric and it's one you could never get tired of seeing on him. After a moment his eyes peel open again and catch yours in the reflection. He gives you a smirk before his hands tighten against your hips and he sets a rhythm that explains why you needed something to hold onto. His thrusts are harsh and deep and have moans spilling uncontrollably from your lips. Luke's eyes are locked on yours in the mirror as he fucks you. "God you're beautiful, perfect, you've got the- prettiest eyes that sparkle when you laugh, and look so good rolling back when I make you cum." He hums.

"Oh Luke." You moan part of that was sweet, part if it made your walls clench around his dick.

"You're perfectly soft for hugging or cuddling and it doesn't hurt that I have plenty to hold onto when I wanna fuck you stupid." Luke says and if he weren't currently doing just that you might've laughed at his words, but the moaning makes it hard. "If I could spend all my days wrapped in your arms, buried in your heat- you have no idea how quickly I'd do it." You can feel your cheeks heating up from his, mostly, sweet words, so contrasting from the way he's railing you. "God I love you so much." He groans.

"I- I love you too Luke, more than- more than you know." You pant out.

"Fuck I'm close." He grits out. One of his hands wraps around your waist and finds your clit. It doesn't take much, a few well focused circles of your sensitive bundle of nerves and you're shaking as your orgasm hits, your walls clamping down so tightly around Luke's dick it pulls his orgasm from him too. His hips stop flush against yours as hot spurts flood your inner walls. You practically slump against the bathroom counter as the waves of your release die down. You're not quite sure how he manages but Luke turns you around and lifts you in his arms again somehow without fully pulling out of you. He walks you both over to the bed and lays down with you on top of him, soft dick still buried in your heat. Luke lifts your head from his chest to get your attention.

"I love every part of you with all that I am." He says.

"Thank you. I love you too." You say softly.

"I know insecurities are no easy battle but, yours is a body the Greeks would build statues for. It pains me that you see yourself as less than idolized."

"I'll admit it's much harder to feel that way when you react like this."

"Well I'll just have to make a habit of it then." He kisses your forehead.

"I- can't say I'm opposed to that suggestion." You hum.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"And where we on food? Did your appetite come back any?" He asks, hand stroking soothingly down your back.

"Yeah but- I'm too tired to move." You mumble into his chest and he laughs.

"Don't worry I won't make you get up now. I'm sure after a nap your body will convince you to get up and eat, until then let's just lay here."

"Perfect that's exactly what I planned to do." You sigh as you snuggle closer to him. Maybe your insecurities will beat your ass every once in a while, but you smile knowing Luke will be there to fight them with you and that is more than enough for you.

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[madwomansapologist]

Hi. Can you write a smut scene between the female reader and my favorite Disney character, Captain Hook from Disney’s Peter Pan 1953 original film that starts with love at first sight please? I have a serious fangirl crush on him.

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synopsis: It happened. It finally happened. Hook defeated Peter Pan. He saw the silhouette flying above the clouds, readied the modified harpoon that fired a net, and finally managed to catch him! Little did he knew it wasn't Peter Pan.

warnings: DarlingSister!reader. female!reader. porn with plot. love at first sight. mention of erotic literature. that man is possessive. guns. chats about murder.

note: Thanks for your request, darling! I watched it again to write this, and I've just realized it's been almost eight years since I last saw Peter Pan. It was fun. And you made me realize I don't have normal pure thoughts about Hook. Like if I needed another character to be obsessed with. Hope you like it!

After so much screaming and arguing, George and Mary finally left the house. You waved, wished them a good night, and locked the front door. What a mess. All that fuss because of a character from a bedtime story.

You went upstairs and opened the door to your sibilings' room, but the three of them were already asleep. You knew that Wendy didn't want to leave the children's room, you thought that if you talked to her that fear could be eased, but she was already sighing. Maybe tomorrow.

You entered your room and changed into your pearly nightgown. You saw your parents entering a cabriole from the wide window. When they disappeared, you ran into the backyard and released Nana from the leash.

Tomorrow you'll sort it out with your dad. George can be furious, your mom word it as passionate, but deep down he's the most caring father you could wish for. George is always barking, never biting.

And your night would have ended there if you hadn't looked up. You should have seen a starry night. A full moon. But you saw your brothers. Flying.

That's it. You went crazy. Mad. Lunatic.

"Peter, wait!" Michael cry out. "You forgot one sister!"

"Michael?" You shuddered. Insane. Completely insane. "Michael, is that you?"

"Wait a second!" Michael waved the teddy bear at you and disappeared into the sky. After a infinite second, he appeared with something glowing in his hand and flew towards you. "Think happy thoughts," he instructed you.

Then a glittering dust fell on you. You coughed and tried to clear yourself. Crazy. Completely crazy. When you looked down, you saw the ground. Which would be normal. If it wasn't too far away.

Michael took your hand. "I told you Peter Pan existed!"

"Oh. My God." You shouted. "Oh. My God." You were flying! Flying. No. No, you weren't. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and emptied your mind. When you opened your eyes, you saw the Big Ben. From above. "Oh. My. God."

"Don't be scared." Michael gave you two pats on the back. The same you do when he wakes up from a nightmare. He gave you his teddy bear. You hold onto it like it would protect you from anything. "We are going to Neverland!"

Then Michael flew again. You got to see John and Wendy flying up ahead, along with who could only be Peter Pan. You tried to follow them, but flying was a lot harder than the three of them made it out to be.

It was just a really realistic dream. Just that. A good dream about flying with your siblings.

Hugging the teddy bear, you slowly followed them. You passed chimneys, climbed through clouds, stood over the hands of Big Ben: always a few minutes late in comparison to them. But in the end, even with a lot of fear, you did follow them towards the Second Star to the Right.

Seeing Neverland, you felt butterflies in your stomach. It wasn't madness, it wasn't a dream, it was true. When the four stopped on a cloud, you thought you finally caught up with them.

Then something hit you.

It got tangled up in your body, heavy enough to make you fall. A net pulling you into the sea. You tried to fly, you tried to let go, but the more you moved the more you got tangled up in it.

The net was heavy, pulling you down, but it wasn't a sudden fall. You just couldn't go up. Which didn't mean it was comfortable. Yards and yards of fabric tangled up on you, just weighing you down.

A whirlwind of voices showed you that people were approaching, but you couldn't see anything. You just felt the impact against what must have been the ground. It didn't hurt, but it felt weird to stop flying.

"Finally, Mr. Smee, I will take care of my worthy opponent." You heard a rough, deep voice. People laughed at what he said. "I've waited years for it."

"That's not countin' the holidays, either", Mr. Smee complete. "Aye, there is the knife, Captain."

You tried to let go but only heard a deep chuckle. "Don't be a coward, my old enemy, face your fate." You heard the ripping of ropes. The weight on you began to lift. "Hook defeated you."

The knot holding the hammock came undone, and only then did you realize how much you needed to breathe without pounds of rope over your face. You blinked, the sun blinded you, and the black silhouette in front of you took on color.

And he was beautiful. You've read stories about pirates. Beautiful and funny stories like the ones Wendy shares with her brothers. But also about strong men, who know their ships like the back of their hands, who survive the ravages of the sea and vanquish the mightiest heroes. And you've also read about pirates who knew how to please a woman, dishonest men who kneel in front of their beloved, experienced men doing things girls shouldn't even know exist.

Hook reminded you of the latter type. "Disappointed?", you whispered. After all, it was just a dream.

Hook was frozen in place. Ready to slit Peter's throat and deliver him an honorable death, what was caught in his net was something far different than his little imp.

His heart was pounding so loudly that he almost didn't hear the question asked by the lady in front of him. Disappointed? How could he? You were more beautiful than any mermaid, more graceful than any woman he had ever seen, more delicate than any pearl. Wars would be fought in your honor and that would be the least any man with sense could do.

But his sailors are not known for being sensible.

"Of course we are!" One of them thought he had the right to talk to you. As if it wasn't already a miracle that he could see someone like you. "Where's Peter?"

Then Hook moved. He took the revolver out of his jacket and, without even looking in the direction he was aiming, pulled the trigger. The sailor fell overboard.

"Forgive me", Hook extends his hand to you. "My men don't know how to treat a lady."

You hesitated but accepted the touch. Hook set you on your feet again, more gently than you thought a pirate could display. "Apparently you kidnapped me."

"Aye, this is just a misunderstanding. See, I thought you were Peter Pan. It's not every day you see someone different flying over my ship."

"So... can I leave?" Your feet left the ground. Looks like you were already getting used to this flying thing. "And nothing will happen to me?"

Hook ran his fingers through his hat, a polite smile spreading across his face. "I would never dream of hurting you." Hook gestured toward his office. "May I apologize for the misunderstanding?"

"Apologize?"

"Drinks and conversation." Hook ran his fingers over his face. Good thing Mr. Smee shaved. It would be a horror if the love of his life met him in something other than his best version. "A proper apology."

You wouldn't normally accept such a request. To be alone with an unknown and dangerous man. Drinking with a man! But that was just a dream.

In his room, you floated around looking at the different shelves and finds. A pirate ship! It has so many treasures. "If you had captured Peter, would you have killed him?"

Your question took him by surprise. "That doesn't strike me as a conversation of lady interest."

As you turned, you saw Hook swapping the silver hook for a gold one. You smirked. "I showed interest, didn't I?"

Bossy. Ah, Hook knew you were his soulmate for sure. "I would have. Does that bother you?"

"No." You floated toward him, and sat down on the chair across from the table. Hook poured two glasses of some drink. You took the glass and thanked him, but didn't drink. "After all, this it's nothing but a dream."

"Dream?” Hook chuckled, downing his drink and sitting back in his armchair. “What convinces you of that?”

"I was at home, ready for bed, and suddenly I was flying to Neverland." You shrugged. "Clearly a dream."

Hook understood what was happening. Peter seems to have been confused. You are not a lost child. He never was careful. "I can prove this is not a dream."

"How?"

Hook rose, slowly circling the table. In front of her, he leaned on the wood. "Aren't you going to drink?"

Only then did you remember the glass in your hands. You took a sip, a grimace came over your face. "Strong", you coughed.

"Here's the proof." Hook touched your chin, making you lift your head and look. Only he did it with the golden hook. "Ever felt something like that in a dream?"

You swallowed hard. "No."

"So that means you're alone with the most dangerous pirate on the seven seas, the person who wouldn't have thought twice about slicing someone's throat out, completely helpless." Hook leaned in until he could feel your breath against his face. "Does that bother you?"

"You don't seem interested in ripping my throat out."

He gave you time to walk away. To fly in the direction you wanted. To leave him without saying a single word. Hook gave you time, but you let him kiss you.

He tasted like the rum you ignored. The hook left your chin and slid down to your waist, pulling you toward him. You leaned into his chest, kissing him back. It was so wrong, so unlike anything you would ever do, but it also felt so good.

You pulled away for air, and felt his fingers caressing your cheek. When you opened your eyes, you saw that Hook was smiling. "Do you know how to be silent?" You nodded in agreement. "Excellent."

He lifted you from the chair, and in one swift movement sat you down on the table. Hook was strong. Too strong. He pressed his thumb to your lip, watching you with lust. "You were made for me."

Before you could say anything, Hook knelt. You've read about it in books, but you could never imagine it would be such a satisfying sight. A man so strong, so dangerous, brought to his knees by you.

Hook didn't even bother to remove your nightgown. He just stuck his head between the fabric, desperate to satisfy you. To make you feel the same way he felt about you. To make you scream for him and make everyone understand that you belonged with him.

And so you did. Feeling him delight in your curves, his tongue brushing against your lips, his fingers pressing into your clit. You tried to be silent as he asked, but after a while you stopped worrying about it.

"You..." You didn't even knew what you wanted to say. You just wanted to feel more. To feel completed. To feel more and more of him. "I think I had dreams like that before."

You felt him gasp against your sex. Hook rose, his damp face close to yours, and you felt your face burn. "Haven't I convinced you this isn't a dream yet?"

His fingers explored your lips again, applying just the right pressure. You moaned against his lips, Hook squeezed his eyes shut. "What else do I have to do to convince you?"

You smiled. "I think you know what you need to do."

He bit your lip. "As you wish."

His fingers entered you. Slowly, carefully, but no less willingly. He filled you, long fingers repeatedly penetrating your insides, and you were unable to do anything but hold on to his shoulders and allow him to do whatever he wanted to you.

The sound of your wet pussy was almost embarrassing. "You're mine", Hook whispered against your ear.

"As you wish."

He quickened his movements, fucking you with a devotion no one has ever shown you. So close, so glued to your body, Hook has guided you to orgasm. You shuddered against his fingers, your fingernails scratched his perfectly groomed jacket, your moans were uncontrollable.

"Do you still think I'm part of a dream?” Hook trailed kisses from your throat to your jaw. “Has anything this good ever happened in your dreams?'

You shook your head. It was as close to an answer you were able to give him. It was enough for him. Hook is patient. He can wait.

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IT AIN'T MY FAULT

streamer! inumaki toge au. fluff and crack, gn! reader

a/n :: mostly to get me back into the swing of things with writing, i HAVE been thinking abt this for a while now tho so i hope you enjoy !! i hope it's not too horrible.

It was one of the few times Toge had let you on stream, mostly because you chose not to get into the public eye when it came to things like that. However, Toge had been nothing but respectful about it, and as such, his fans only caught glimpses of you on Instagram posts or him texting you during streams.

However, this time, you had to break your own rule. Why, you may as yourself? Because Toge has been talking shit and you can't let that slide.

"You know what? fine. If you wanna keep talking all that shit, then let me get on stream and beat you in a game your chat chooses."

Now, Toge is aware that you don't really play games as religiously as he does, and you being on stream physically is something that never happens. You prefer to be out of eye shot, and he can respect that.

But he cannot, in good faith, let you talk shit like that and NOT fry you in a game. As such, he agreed to let you on stream.

Then, the chat went wild.

mc1303xx : WAIT THAT'S HIS PARTNER????

rumiwuimilumi : I CAN TREAT YOU BETTER THAN HIM PLEASEEE

Of course, they got jokingly muted by his twitch mods, in true Inumaki Toge fashion. You simply laughed and sat down on his bed.

"Alright chat, so basically, my partner over here has throwing shade in my face for the entire week, and threatened to beat me in a game of chat's choosing. So, mods will set up the poll, and then we can get started."

"You yap too much. I'm gonna beat your ass."

"Shut the fuck up."

"No, you."

"Talk to the hand."

"You are so fucking sassy."

"You love me."

"I do, but you're a little bitch."

His chat ended up choosing Mario Kart from the choices on the poll. He gets out his Nintendo, passes you the controller, and turns it on. His chat's going wild, probably the most active and loud his chat has been.

"YOU DID NOT JUST THROW A BANANA AT ME-"

"OH YES THE HELL I DID, NOW EAT MY DUST."

Gifts and Subscriptions are through the roof, stress levels are high and Inumaki is about five seconds away from throwing his switch controller out of the window as you hit him with a green shell for the fifth time.

Eventually, he did get past you, which led to demonic screeching on both ends. After all, you did proclaim that you were gonna beat him. Got to back up all of the smack talk, right?

A green shell.

An accidental derailment off the race track.

A banana.

It was a constant back and forth in what felt like one of the longest games Toge has ever played, which says a lot. In the end though, it came down to a well placed green shell that wasn't even aimed at him.

"WAIT WAIT WAIT NO!!"

"YES! SEE I FUCKING TOLD YOU I WOULD WIN!"

Just like that, his chat goes wild the minute you cross the finish-line. Toge gets up, jaws dropped and eyebrows raised in shock. You jump up, and proceed to start talking smack in his face again.

Deep down, he's really glad that you had fun. However, he has a reputation, and if you're going to keep talking smack, he's just going to have to talk smack back.

Regardless, he loves you, and as long as you had fun trashing him in Mario Kart, he's happy as well.

@kissagii

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[icallhimjoey]

everyone is talking about Tupperware joe or ciabatta roll joe but what about lost-the-bet (won the bet?) joe? We still never got our epilogue where her dream came true and she could ogle at him in peace 😆

okay well shit, all this fuckery about rumours has resulted in this bullshit, are you happy now?!

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Blind Bargain

(read Double or Nothing here)

"You look... um, windswept?"

Izzy passed you a drink she'd been holding onto you for, and she was right. There was a rosy tinge to your cheeks, your hair a bit messy and you looked rushed.

Because you had been rushing.

"Oh, is my, is my mascara running?"

Izzy leant closer and squinted, "Yea, a little. Wait, here," and with a finger wet from her beer glass, she carefully wiped under one of your eyes. "It's not that windy though, is it? Did you run over here?" she gave you a suspicious look and you instinctively went for a sip of your drink to evade her question. To hide half your face.

"Hey, did Joe say he was coming?" one of your friends asked the group, and before anyone could answer, someone spotted him walking in.

Too soon, Joe.

That was too quick after you had walked in, God, what an idiot. You'd gone over this!

Calmly smoke the rest of your cigarette. Don't rush it. Make no one suspect anything had just happened mere minutes ago.

Everyone greeted Joe like normal and for a moment you were convinced it was just you who was making things weird.

"Hi,"

Why were you blushing?

"Hey,"

You knew why. Saw Joe's little smirk and, fuck, it made you want to squish his cheeks together to make his lips go funny.

You exchanged polite smiles instead, pretended to not have seen each other in at least a week, and cheersed drinks once Joe got given one by another friend.

When you turned back to Izzy, she was still sort of squinting at you.

"What?"

"Nothing," Izzy immediately raised her eyebrows but then kept looking at you. "Did you work from home today?"

Now it was your turn to squint at Izzy, suspicious as to why she wanted to know. "Yea, why?"

Fuck. What if she was onto you?

She might be closer to the truth than she thought, but you were not sharing your secrets. Not today.

You and Joe were sneaking around.

No one needed to know.

Just like during the bet, no one needed to know what was really going on behind closed doors. Difference being that now, the frightening parts weren't there anymore. You didn't like lying to Izzy, but, it was no longer scary, which was good.

Before, you were scared that if someone, specifically Izzy, were to find out about what Joe was doing to you on a daily basis, you'd lose him as a friend.

You weren't quite sure how one and one made two there, but that's exactly what you'd thought.

Now, if someone were to find out about what you and Joe were doing to each other on an almost daily basis, then they'd just know and it wouldn't really change much.

You just didn't want to be the one to tell anyone. Use words to explain anything. And neither did Joe. So, it remained a secret.

So far, you'd been resourceful in your ways.

Avoided Izzy like she was the plague.

She'd nearly caught you that one time she came home in the middle of the day whilst you and Joe were in the shower.

"Showering on company time?" she'd shouted from the hallway, and you'd stammered, "I worked through lunch time," as an excuse before whispering, "Did you leave your shoes by the door?" to Joe who was pressed into the corner of the shower with his shoulders hunched up, eyes wide and both hands covering his penis as he nodded.

"Shit."

"Shit."

Izzy hadn't seen the shoes.

Or, if she had, she hadn't mentioned them.

She had also once so very nearly caught sight of your text chain.

It was just a continuous thread of times followed by places. The bet had ended just over a month ago, but if someone was to go just by your texts, you knew you'd be able to convince them it was an ongoing thing still.

You'd been able to throw your phone into your lap face down just before Izzy had passed you a mug of tea. Just in time.

"Can people not just know?" Joe had asked once when you were in the middle of throwing every last item of clothing his way whilst he got dressed in a hurry. Izzy texted she was on her way and if you needed anything from the corner shop.

"Sure they can," you said, hitting him in the head with a sock. "Will you tell her?"

Joe scoffed, gave a soft frustrated, "No," and made a face as if he was making fun of his mum when she asked him a ridiculous question.

"Yea, didn't think so, hurry up," you rushed out of your bedroom to find Joe's shoes, held his coat so he could slide in and be quick out the door.

But there Joe had paused, right on the threshold.

"What if she..." Joe stalked closer and pushed himself right up against you. "Just walked up, right now, and happened to catch me do this?"

Fingers curled around your neck and were used to pull you in just enough for your lips to collide. Joe felt how just for a second or two, you turned boneless in his hands.

"Saw me touch you here?"

His other hand found the hem of your shirt to slip under, and you so very wanted to get lost in all of it again. You did.

But then you heard the lift go, and it startled you enough to squeeze a laugh out of Joe.

"Stairs!" you hissed, "Go, go! Stairs, now. Quick!" you shoved him towards the stairs, chuckling man easily moved by your hands. First step down, he leant back and, you obliged, gave a last quick kiss before he scurried down. You'd closed the front door to your flat just in time.

Yea.

It was definitely still a secret. One you wouldn't mind leaking, not at all. But you weren't the one who was going to say anything. And neither was Joe.

So at the pub, you pretended and tried your best to act the way you acted before any of this started. Before the bet had even become a thing.

Joe would still be flirty, but just a little flirty. Flirty like he had been flirty before.

Like when he'd see a random guy trying to make conversation when you went to get drinks, he would afterwards pretend you had an eyelash stuck under your eye and lean in real close to get it. Would make you make a wish as you blew nothing from his finger tip.

Tonight felt extra risky though.

You had worked from home. Izzy was right.

What Izzy didn't know is that Joe had spent half the day on your sofa, and he'd decided that, just before you were heading off to meet everyone at the pub, his eyes had had enough of just looking at you all day. His fingers were jealous. Mouth envious.

As a joke he'd nearly walked you into Izzy's room. You'd shrieked and laughed and oh my God, could he please never even try to joke about that again?

All right, Joe thought. Instead he'd fucked you right up against her door.

Risky business.

You didn't know if Izzy was going to come home first, but when you walked in and saw her in her full office attire, you secretly sighed a small breath of relief.

You fell into easy conversation that night. Avoided Joe until you couldn't after a dance of people getting drinks and going to the toilet, you ended up next to him at a table.

Joe didn't waste any time getting a hand on your thigh.

Your brain only stuttered for a second.

You were good at this. Kept up the conversation you had with the friend opposite, and Joe joined in the casual chat as his fingers squeezed and inched closer to where it was warm.

You squeezed your legs together in warning.

It did nothing.

Joe's hand stayed in place, fingers playing where they wanted to play.

Suddenly, someone who thought they were being real funny, asked about your luck on the apps. You hadn't taken a guy over to Friday night drinks at the pub for a bit now.

"I'm off the apps, actually," you shared. "So far it's been really unsuccessful, so I decided to just delete everything—"

"Don't lie," Izzy spat, interrupting you.

You felt Joe squeeze tighter before he removed his hand. Too many eyes on you now.

"I'm not lying!" you scoffed. "I'm not on the apps anymo—"

"I hear you sneaking guys in all the fucking time,"

Shit.

This got everyone's attention quick enough. Good thing Joe got both his hands above the table just in time.

"You sneaking guys in?" another smiley friend asked, bumping you with his shoulder. "You little minx!"

You were at loss of what to say, scoffing with your mouth open, you didn't know if you were better off denying everything, or coming up with another weird lie to save yourself from this situation.

"It's erm," you played with your drink a second, slowly spun it 'round on the table in front of you. "It's recent, this being off the apps thing,"

Izzy frowned.

"So you deleted them yesterday?"

So she'd heard you and Joe two days ago. Neat.

"Yep. Deleted them yesterday."

You didn't like how Izzy was pushing this, but you didn't really have another choice but to just go with it.

Izzy seemed annoyed and hostile and, you got it, sort of. You were best friends. No need to lie. You'd never lied about bringing guys over to the flat ever before.

Some of your other friends fell into a conversation about dating apps. About how none of them really work, how they barely know any people who've been on them and who are still in successful relationships. You leant back a little to listen along, had a slow sip of your drink and tried to ignore Izzy staring at you from across the table.

When you did look her way and made eye-contact, her features instantly softened and she leant closer over the table as she mouthed, "Why?"

You frowned, unsure of what she meant.

"What do you mean, why?" you mouthed back, and in a crossfire of conversation, Izzy pushed another friend out of his seat to sit directly opposite you.

"Why are you off the apps?"

Joe tuned in. Couldn't not. The two of you were right there next to him, blocking him from joining the conversation on the other side of the table.

You repeated what you'd said earlier. Added, "They're a bit shit really, aren't they?" to which you knew she'd agree.

And Izzy did agree.

But you also saw her worry lines work.

"I don't— we're on different pages," Izzy started, a little louder now as she sat back. "Different books even."

"What do you mean?" Joe asked, tried to make it sound like he wasn't incredibly invested in whatever this conversation was between you and your flat mate. Best friend. The one person who you'd been actively hiding from for over a month now.

"I know the difference between a fake orgasm and a real one," Izzy said, voice flat and loud enough for the whole table and then probably also the three closest to you to hear.

You choked on your drink before Izzy carried on. Coughed right into your glass and got beer all down your chin.

"These guys are—" Izzy shifted from talking to Joe to talking to you, "I don't know what they're doing to you, but they're good."

This got whoops - loud ones. Ones that made people across the pub turn their heads to see what the commotion was about.

"Okay!" you immediately tried to make everyone tone it down, one of your arms stretched over the table. "All right, I need some— some fresh air? A drink. I'm gonna get— does anyone else want to do a drink over a tenner? Gin tonic? Let me just—"

You stumbled through an excuse to escape everyone whilst simultaneously ignoring every question that was thrown at you by your friends.

"Guys? These are plural men?"

"Is that why you're off the apps? Found the right bloke who does it for you?"

"How often do you hear her, Izzy?"

"Give us a name!"

You awkwardly climbed from your seat and disappeared on your way to the bar.

Fuck.

You'd been so convinced Izzy didn't know, or hadn't heard. She never said anything.

She didn't know it was Joe though.

She'd said guys.

Thought you were bringing home guys from the apps to spend some spicy time with in your closed of bedroom. Snuck them in and snuck them out.

Sure.

Slut era.

You could pretend that this was the actual truth and go with it for however long you needed to.

"Hey,"

You thought maybe Izzy would follow you, but instead, Joe placed a hand on your shoulder as you waited for your turn at the bar.

"I um— I hear that someone is, um—" Joe couldn't help the smile he was sporting. "Being real nice to you."

You smiled through a scoff.

"Don't,"

"I'm not doing anything, I just..." you felt a warm hand spread its fingers over your bum. "It's not gone down, yet," Joe whispered right into your ear.

It made you lean back to scan his face a second as you frowned with confusion. His mouth made it back to your ear, "Here, it's been— I've been walking around with this since we left yours," below the bar, Joe's hand found yours and moved it over to his crotch.

"Jesus Christ, Joe," you hissed, panicked eyes darting around to see if anyone else had just witnessed that.

"I told her."

What?!

You couldn't fucking believe what you were hearing.

"You told Izzy about your semi?"

"Um, have a proper feel, this isn't a—"

"What can I get you?"

"A dirty bucket of gin, side of tonic," you huffed before Joe interjected, ordering three regular sized gin and tonics. One for you, one for Joe and presumably one for Izzy, for the traumatising.

"I told her it's me,"

You laughed. Bursted right into it, puffed out cheeks releasing air before it stuttered into giggles.

"No, you didn't— listen, I'm going to down my drink and leave, I'll text you when—"

His mouth found your ear again as he leant into you, spoke right into your ear again, voice low and husky, "I told her. Izzy knows now."

"What— what did you say?"

"I went," Joe started and made exaggerated facial expressions, raised eyebrows and big eyes. Then he smiled and pointed a finger at himself and nodded as his grin grew. "And then she went," Joe mimicked Izzy's reaction, surprise and frowned shock before adding, "And then she said she fucking knew it, that she'd known all along."

Oh.

Okay.

What now...

You didn't know what to do next.

Was Izzy mad?

You'd lied to her for ages.

Joe paid for the gin and you took a glass to immediately take large gulps of, stepping back just enough to catch sight of your table of friends.

They were all talking. Izzy included. Didn't seem bothered that you weren't there. Just a normal group of people talking about their week. All commotion from before gone, which, good. That was good.

You still didn't really want to go back over.

Then Izzy looked over and caught your eye. Your breath stopped for a second as you froze, afraid Izzy would let you see her anger and annoyance and frustration, because why had you lied for so long? Why had you not just told her?

But then, instead, Izzy smiled, pointed a finger at you with a scrunched up face and winked.

Izzy was a good friend.

"This is for Izzy," Joe pressed a second gin and tonic into your hands, already halfway through his own, just like you.

"Could you go— I don't, we have to— you know,"

You suppressed a smile.

"Ugh," you groaned with faux annoyance. "You're hard, we get it."

Before stepping away from him to bring Izzy your drink, Joe took hold of you by a bicep and pulled you close once more. "You say that like it isn't you fault."

It was weird and a little scary being out in the open, in public, with Joe like this, but you guessed that now, you could just... do that?

Wild.

You pulled back a little, smiled and raised your eyebrows at him.

"You say that like I'm not going to take care of it,"

You bumped your hip into him, and Joe had to close his eyes for a second. Bite down a groan and take deep breaths through flared nostrils for a second. You left him there as you quickly took Izzy's drink over to the table before turning around and beelining it back.

There was no way you were going to say anything. Invite comments or questions or even the odd facial expression.

You got them anyway.

"Bye,"

"Enjoy!"

"Have fun!"

"Hey, tell Joe to tuck it away already, we've been making jokes behind his back all night,"

"Bye babe,"

And with a laugh, you shook your head as you walked back over to Joe, both downed the rest of your drinks, drinks that Joe paid far too much for to down within a minute, interlaced fingers and left the pub together.

Joe got into a bet with you weeks ago, all for a week of fun he knew he was going to have with you, win or lose.

Had wanted to have with you, since, like, forever.

He'd never expected the outcome to be better than what he could've predicted.

He'd never even expected you to jump into this bet with him in the first place.

A sight-unseen transaction.

A true blind bargain.

One that panned out fucking perfect.

the end

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[talaok]

I love your writing!! This was much bigger than the usual requests but I have so many fantasies and I would love to see them come true in your writing, sorry for anything. 💘

ok this just popped into my head, Pedro and the reader have been friends (she is also a virgin, it will make sense later) for some time, both with feelings for the other but not admitted, until one night, where they are both with his friends and mutual friends in a nightclub, Pedro is at the table with some of his friends drinking and having a good time, the reader and her friends went to the dance floor and the dances are getting a little hot, and one of the reader's friends( who are not friends with Pedro) start to make comments doubting that she is a virgin because she is dancing like that and is so sexy and Pedro becomes nervous and uncomfortable with the situation and when the reader returns to the table he asks to talk to her and tries to warn about these "friends" and ends up admitting that he felt jealous of her and decides to declare himself, just like she did after him.

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

"and she says she's a virgin" He heard the guy to his right scoff, elboying his friend.

"ha" the other fucking guy laughed like it was funny, like there was anything to laugh at "Sure, and I'm the president of the United States"

His hands curled into fists by his sides, but he refrained because he knew you wouldn't have liked it if he did what he was thinking of doing.

First of all. How the fuck dared they talk about you like that? And furthermore, doing so while calling themselves your friends?

You deserved much better than them. Fuck, you deserved whoever was in first place for best friend in all the world, that's who you deserved.

And second of all, Why the fuck were they looking at you? He could see the way their eyes scanned every inch of your body as you danced to the rhythm... and god, god but the urge to put those fists at his side to use was getting stronger.

But just then, by some miracle, you whispered something to Jenna (a friend of yours) and started making your way back to the table, to him... and those fucking guys next to him.

"hey"

"hey there" the blonde one grinned "had fun?"

"yeah" you smiled, sweet as ever, and a wave of pure anger made its way to Pedro's body.

There you were, smiling that heartstopping smile of yours to those guys, guys who were making fun of you not five minutes before.

You deserved so much better.

You deserved the whole word and more.

"hey" he spoke, before he could stop himself "can we talk for a sec?"

He saw a glimpse of confusion flash before your eyes before you nodded.

"So what did you wanna talk about?" you asked as soon as you stepped out of the bar and into the chilly night.

You tried to lean onto the brick wall behind you, but a shiver of cold ran up your spine.

"Here" he said, not waiting for you to say anything and just placing his jacket over your shoulders.

"O-oh thank you"

"no worries"

You looked at him for a moment before you recalled what you were there for.

"so... you said you wanted to talk"

"right" he nodded, as if he too, had lost himself in you for a moment"I just... it's stupid really, I'm just-"

"I'm sure it's not stupid"you smiled reassuringly, shaking your head.

He couldn't help but let out a little sigh of relief,

you always had a calming effect on him

"it's just that- while you were dancing, your friends...you friends were..."

"what?"

"well they were being mean" he spat out "and I wanted to warn you, because sweetheart you deserve so much more than that, and they-" he paused, looking back at the bar's doors as if he could see the two men sitting right there "they don't deserve you"

"oh" you frowned, slowly taking in his words

"and-and they were making comments and looking at you like that, and I just- god-" he sighed, passing a hand down the length of his face to try and ground himself "I'm sorry y/n, I think I just-I was jealous"

And you had so many things you wanted to say and so many questions to ask, but for whatever reason a single word was all that came out of your mouth.

"jealous?"

his mouth opened but it took him a moment to find the words as he looked into your eyes

"Well I didn't want them to look at you like that-" he realized out loud "I- I wanted to be the only one who could do that"

He'd said it so fast, so quick, that even he hadn't realized what had come out of his mouth.

"w-what?"

"fuck" he muttered, his eyes widening "I-I- well fuck this is as good as time as any"

"Pedro what are you sayin-"

"Y/n I like you" he's said before his mind would catch up "Like a lot"

Now it was you who couldn't talk

"W-what?"

He watched the confusion crowd your face,

"I-I really like you y/n. And I-I don't know why I'm saying it now but I am" a silly, amazed chuckle left his mouth "I like you y/n, every single thing about you, every single moment with you- I just- I love it"

His heart was beating so fast he was surely going into cardiac arrest soon, while all you could do was blink to try and understand if all this was a dream.

"I-Are you b-being serious?"

He swallowed what felt like concrete in his mouth

"Yes" he nodded

"Y-you like me?" you couldn't help but smile a stunned smile

"I do, y/n, I really do, and I know this is not the best time I could have chosen bu- "

Your mind was a mess, but it still worked enough to make you able to shut him up... by simply crashing his lips with yours.

And even if it was winter, you didn't think you'd ever been so warm,

"I like you too Pedro" you laughed giddily as you leaned away just an inch "A lot"

[natriae]

Suna rin x reader

(no pronouns used but mentions of reader dating another guy)

Suna Rin is a little shit.

and you should have known that when you started dating him in second year, but no. Even though you guys broke up years ago he always found a way to be near you. Like now, hanging out at small underground restaurant in Hyōgo. The dim lights and all the shots that were taken should have driven your mind away from the 6'3 EJP Player next to you, but no. He made sure to turn away from the table and lean into you from behind. He claimed it was so Atsumu could hear him, but everyone in the table knew that wasn't true. Especially with his arm leaning on your backrest.

"no ring, huh, i thought you had a guy. What was his name...Kai? eh whatever" He said staring right into you eyes. One of his eyebrows cocked up and the same sly look in his eyes as he had years go when he asked you out.

It's not that Rin was a bad boyfriend. He was perfect and that was scary because you knew that you would do anything for him. Be at his beck and call when ever he needed, and if he ever got sick of you... the pain would be unbearable. So when the two of you graduated highschool you told him that you guys would break up when you went to university. He looked hesitant but he complied. He made that summer the best one yet. He spent ever night with you, hogging up your bed, deciding at three am that you guys should go watch the stars, making sure to take you on every adventure in Hyōgo.

"no, i know you know we broke up." you got closer to his face as you said that. Same stern eyes you would give him when he would act out in highschool.

"huh interesting, i really did know," He smirked at that. Everyone knew. Atsumu had told you about how he lurks on your social media and is always ready to fight a comment that isn't nice.

Teasing with words wasn't all he did that night. Everytime he got up from the table and passed you he would make sure to lightly hit your head or purposely only bring back drinks that were one short. Always with a little "oops" waiting for you to snap.

"i'm gonna go home," You begin to stand up, but two lanky but strong arms come wrapping around your waist pulling you to the lap you could never forget.

"no you are not," he said slightly muffled as his head was pushed into your back. Rin never acted like this unless it was private and Atsumu, Kita, and Osamu were still at the table. They only glanced over before switching back into their own conversation. "stay...please"

"Suna, you are drunk. no,"

"i'm not! Please just talk to me... just for a few minutes...please" Rin always knew just how to get you. He'd open his eyes a little more and glance up at you like a lost kitty. This time though, his eyes were watering and thats when you knew he got you. He never cried. You've only seen tears leave his eyes once. When his sister graduated elementary school. He was so proud of her, and thats when you realized he only ever cried for those he loved. They were the only ones worth his tears.

"come with me," Of course he listened to you and stood up still holding on to your waist. You guys said your goodbyes, and pretended not see Atsumu raising his eyebrows up and down at the two of you.

"where are we going" He asked. His body was still behind yours back bent so that he could walk with his forehead on your shoulder.

"my hotel to sober up,"

"you don't live here?"

"well theres one thing your stalker tendencies didn't notice. Shizuoka Prefecture. That's where i live."

"thats where i live, though, huh?"

"god you're so drunk. Come on, head up." The two of you continue to walk until you got to the elevator. He immediately slumped again with his head on your shoulder. Once at you hotel room you sat him down on the bed and grabbed some water for him to drink. He listened and began chugging the water. You sat down next him and gently placed you hand on his lower back. Just like you use too.

After a few moments he turned his head to look at you. The sly, cunning look was no longer there and instead there was a sad little boy looking at you. His back was still bent. Correct posture was never his strong suit, so you let out a little giggle seeing how much he hasn't changed. He said so many words just by looking at you. Your parents always told you that from their point of view the two of you had your own form of communication. And you think they were right in way. You knew Rin was hurting and he has been since you told him you would end things once summer was over. So many years he hoped that you would come back to him.

"yes" You said and it's all you needed to say. Rin knew what that meant, and his eyes widened in shocked. "but... you need to fix your posture first," You pushed his back and put a hand on his shoulder to move the top part of his body back.

Suna Rin was a little shit, but he was your little shit and you loved that

[gezelligs-world]

She Found Another Home

(Bada Lee x Reader)

"BEBE LET'S GO!" Bada said as her members cheered loudly. Tears still present Bada's eye as she holds the trophy high.

"We did it!" Lusher, their sub-leader said as she sobbed. Other members approached her and hugged her.

"Congratulations to us! Make sure to eat delicious food with your family, okay?" Bada reminded which is followed by her members response.

"Got it!" Her members responded, making her chuckle. There was a knock on the door making the celebration stop for a moment.

"Flowers for Bada?" The team looked at the door curiously but cheered loudly when they realized it was their leader's partner, Howl.

"Unnie, you are so lucky!" Bada chuckled at Tatter's response as she accepted the flowers from Howl.

"You don't have to do this..." Bada muttered but enough for Howl to hear it.

"I can't buy something for my girlfriend? Come on now, these flowers are less valuable compared to the date we will do later." Howl stated.

"You go now unnie! We can handle the mess here." Tatter said, winking at her leader. Bada has no time to react because of her members pushing her and Howl at the door, slamming it close. The couple looked at each other and chuckled.

"Your teammates are a huge shipper." Howl stated at both him and Bada went towards the exit.

"Yeah...they keep showing me edits...of us..." Bada said.

"Is that so? By the way, your mom texted me earlier. She asked how our relationship is going." Bada sighed upon hearing what Howl said.

"Just tell her the usual. I don't want her invading yours or mine's privacy." Howl nodded and grabbed his phone, replying to Bada's mother.

Both of them went inside the car with Howl driving and Bada in the passenger seat. Howl drove at the Han River and parked their car near the location.

"Han River? Really?" Bada asked, chuckling at Howl's choice.

"What? It's a popular destination for couples." Howl answered. Howl was about to open the door but noticed that Bada was freezing from low temperature because she didn't get the chance to get her coat.

"Want me to buy you a coat? You're shivering." Bada just nodded, blowing her hands.

"I'll be right back." Howl stated as he went out of the car, jogging towards the nearest shop he could find.

While waiting for Howl, Bada is leaning her head towards the window, looking at the people passing by the river until her eyes landed on a family laughing together.

How could she not recognize that smile? That hair? That clothing? It's the girl she once considered as hers, she's now with someone else... with her own family.

Bada watched the family as they went past the car, she could hear the muffled laugh as they passed the passenger window. Bada opened the car door and called the name she thought she had forgotten already.

"Y/n!" Y/n turned around confused on who called her but her confusion turned into a surprise one once she realized who called her name.

"Honey, you know her?" Y/n nodded still staring at her ex-lover. Y/n turned to her husband with a smile.

"Can you give us a minute to talk? You know, catch up?" Y/n's husband nodded and brought their 2 year-old son with him.

"Hey...I heard you win that competition, street woman fighter right?" Y/n said as she approached Bada's figure.

"Yeah, thank you..." There's a silence between both of them but both of them are reminiscing about the moments they used to spend together. In fact, Han River is their on-the-go date place in the past.

"You have a husband now, is he treating you well?" Bada asked and Y/n nod with a smile.

"He is." Y/n replied.

"Better than me?" Bada asked again.

"No one can replace you, you know that." Y/n chuckled bitterly making Bada do the same also.

"I'm sorry...I failed to do our promise." Bada apologized as she remembers the promise her and Y/n made with each other.

"No matter the circumstances, we will choose to stay with each other."

"Bada, we are old enough to know that not all promises are true. No matter how much we deny it, we found the right one because of our separation." Both of them are already teary eyed at the moment.

"I built you for Howl and you built me for my husband. We build each other for someone else." Y/n approached Bada and cupped her cheeks.

"We're just each other's shelters, not each other's home." Bada finally let out a sob, caressing Y/n's hand.

"I thought I already forgot what happened 3 years ago. I never thought I needed this closure." Bada chuckled painfully.

"Thank you for letting me go." Bada smiled, Y/n nodded with her tears already falling.

"Thank you also." Y/n muttered, stepping back.

"I need to go, my family is waiting for me." Y/n stated as Bada nodded in understanding.

"I understand. Go now...they're waiting." Y/n smiled and walked away.

Bada is inside the car still sniffing. Howl finally arrived and went inside the car with a black coat in his hand.

"I finally found one- hey what's wrong?" Howl asked as he caressed Bada's hair.

"N-No, I'm fine." Bada replied, wiping her cheeks. Howl didn't press it any further but keep on caressing her hair.

"Just tell me if it gets too hard to handle, yeah?" Howl replied.

Bada watched Y/n's family go inside a convenience store and secretly smiled at the scene, realizing that Y/n is finally in good hands..

Meanwhile in the convenience store, Y/n saw Bada and Howl inside a car. Howl is caressing her hair as Bada lets out her emotions. Y/n smiled, realizing that Bada is in good hands.

"You're finally being taken care of, that's what matters." Both Y/n and Bada thought inside their heads.

[fanficforlife]

Chapter Nine

Even though it was the middle of August, the air was cool. It probably had something to do with the fact that you were sitting on the back porch at four-thirty in the morning. 

"There you are, baby." Kayce sat down on the steps next to you. His arm slid around your back while he kissed your temple. "What are you doing out here?"

You looked ahead of you so he followed your gaze to a bald eagle sitting in a tree. Lee. His hold on you tightened. "I was talking."

"About what?"

"You," a smile pulled at your lips. A comfortable silence settled between you while you watched the bird fly off. "Lee knew I left California to get away from Nick. A few weeks before he died he found me sitting back here. The sun had just started coming up and he asked why I was up so early. I tried to hide it but he knew I was crying. He sat down and made me tell him what was wrong." You took a breath. "I get nightmares sometimes about Nick. Sometimes they're just memories of what he did, other times it's him finding me."

"Baby," the hand that wasn't around your waist reached for your hand, "why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't get them when we sleep in the same bed."

"You should move in with me then."

"Kayc."

"I know. Just me and Tate, for a while at least. Did you have a nightmare tonight?"

"No. I just woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. I didn't want to wake you." Your fingers played with the button on the cuff of his sleeve. "Lee always told me I was safe here." You let out a small giggle. "And, that even though you hadn't asked me out yet, you wouldn't let anyone touch me."

Kayce chuckled. "He was right about that. I wouldn't have let your ex or anyone else near you. I still won't." 

You smiled at him before looking out at the trees. 

"Letty?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you feel safe here?"

"Yes." Your eyes met his hazel brown ones. "You make me feel safe." 

He smiled and ran his hand across your jaw, pulling you in for a kiss. "I love you, Letty."

"I know." You smiled. "I love you too."

"I gotta drive around and check some fences. What do you say we grab some coffee and you come keep me company? And, instead of sleeping in your bed again because Tate wanted to spend the weekend having a sleepover with his grandpa, we could spend the night at my place?" 

"Yes and yes." 

"Tate will be here with Dad so we have the whole day and night to ourselves." His perfect grin formed before he kissed you. "Go get changed. I'll get the coffee." 

"Meet you in the kitchen in five minutes." 

After going inside, you both walked through the living room to the hallway. As you went to walk passed the kitchen to your room, he stopped you. "Baby, are you okay?"

You looked up at him and smiled softly. "You worry about me too much."

"I worry about you just as much as I should be. Now answer the question, beautiful." 

Your hands came up and rested against the sides of his neck, your thumbs running across his stubble-covered jaw. "I'm okay. Just missing your brother."

"Me too."

"He would be so proud of you, Kayce." 

"After kicking my ass for waiting so long to ask you out." 

You giggled. "Yeah, that's probably true." 

"Thank you for being there for me through that and every day since then." 

"You're welcome. But, you don't have to thank me. I wanted to and I needed you just as much as you needed me."

His hand ran across your cheek. "I still need you." 

"Right back at you." You rose to your toes and kissed him before going to change. 

*

You leaned against the fence post watching Kayce while he finished securing a section of barbed wire that he had to replace. 

"There," he straightened up, "that- What?" 

"Nothing."

"Nothin'?" He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "What are you thinking about?" 

A smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. "You." You leaned back against him while you both looked out over the pasture to the mountains. 

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." 

"Is that all I'm gonna get?" He chuckled and turned you to face him. 

"I just..." your hands rested on his chest, "I can't believe I'm here with you. You are the most hardworking, caring, understanding man I have ever met." Tears pricked the back of your eyes. "I would go through everything in California again if I knew that it led me here." 

In response, he grabbed your face and kissed you. "I love you more than anything on this earth, Letty. Well, you and the kid." 

"I love you too." You giggled and slid your hands over his shoulders, clasping them behind his neck as your lips met his. When the kiss started to grow heated, you stepped back. "You need to work."

"I just finished the last one." 

"Yeah?"

The smirk that drove you crazy, in the best possible way, formed. "Yeah, now get back here." His hand slid into your hair pulling you in. As the kiss intensified, he picked you up and carried you to the tailgate of his truck. It was already down with tools sitting on it so he pushed them to the side before setting you on it. His eyes met yours and you smiled. 

While you unzipped and shimmied out of your jeans, he unbuckled his belt and pushed it down. "Kayc," you moaned when he slowly thrust into you. 

"Fuck, baby." His fiery eyes met yours. "You're fucking perfect."

Your hips rolled to meet his with every thrust. "Yes," you moaned when one of his hands left your hips and went between you to your clit. "Yes. Yes. Kayce." It didn't take long for heat to start pooling. 

When your orgasm had passed, he took your hands which had been gripping his shoulders and lay you on your back. "I want one more, baby." You nodded as you looked up at him, making the smirk you love form. He put your legs over his shoulders and started pounding into you. 

You could feel a rough section of the tailgate scrape your ass cheek but you didn't care. He had you at the perfect angle and you started to clench around him. "Oh, god. Kayce." 

"Yes, baby. Give me one more." His smirk reappeared. "Come for me, Letty." That put you over the edge and you fell apart. He came seconds later, spilling into you. 

"You good, baby?" He asked as you lay there trying to catch your breath. 

"Mhm," you mumbled with a smile. 

He chuckled and zipped his jeans up before putting your underwear and jeans on you as far as he could get them with you still lying down. 

After carefully getting to your feet, you pulled them up the rest of the way. 

"Hi." Kayce smiled down at you, his hands going to your waist. 

"Hi." Your fingers brushed his hair off his forehead. "That was...wow."

His smirk formed before he kissed you. "I'm gonna have to agree with you on that. Now get your sexy ass out of the way so I can clean up." 

You giggled as he squeezed your sides. "What do you have to do now?" You asked as you leaned against the side of his truck. 

"I gotta go to town to pick up a few things." He informed, closing the tailgate. "Where do you think you're goin'?" His hand wrapped around yours, stopping you from going around to the passenger side. 

"Maybe I don't want to sit beside you." You teased. 

He backed you against the truck and pressed himself against you, keeping you in place. "You don't, huh?" The smirk that drove you crazy formed.

"Don't look at me like that we both know because we both know what comes next." 

"You. Once, sometimes more." 

"Kayce!" You gave him a shove so you could slip free. 

His laugh followed you as you climbed into the truck. "You're cute when you blush." 

"Oh my god." You groaned, burying your face in his shoulder while he buckled his seatbelt. 

"Even cuter when you come."

Your jaw dropped as the red on your cheeks darkened. 

He reached across your lap when you tried sliding across the seat. "I'll stop." 

"Says the guy with the mischievous grin on his face." 

"Get back here." 

You gave in with a smile and settled in next to him. "You're lucky I love you."

"The luckiest." His lips pressed against your temple before he started the truck. 

When you got closer to town, you looked in the rearview mirror and started taming your hair. "You should leave it." 

"It's a mess."

"You have that just had sex look."

"I did just have sex."

"Yes," he squeezed your knee, "but everyone else will see it and know you're mine." 

You giggled, "I'm pretty sure everyone will know that without advertising what we just did. You always hold my hand when we go to town, or have your arm around me, your hand on my back." After smoothing the last tangled strand, you leaned back against the seat. "I'm guessing you don't hold Ryan or Colby's hand when you go to town to pick stuff up." 

"Definitely not." His laugh echoed through the cab. 

A comfortable silence settled between you as you rested your head on his shoulder and thought about how much your life had changed in the last seven and a half months. You escaped from Nick and the nightmare he put you through and ended up meeting a man so good you didn't think could even exist. Going through hell had brought you to the most amazing version of heaven on earth. And, you would endure it all over again so you could end up with the cowboy sitting beside you and his son. 

*

"What are you thinking about?" Kayce asked as he joined you on the porch of the foreman's house. You had made his mom's stew and biscuits for dinner so he offered to put the leftovers away. "You've been kind of quiet since I got back from helping Dad in the barn before dinner. I told you it would just be us today, I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. It's not that." 

"Then what is it?"

Your fingers picked at the cuff of your sleeve. "When you were with your dad and I was inside with Tate making the biscuits, Tate...he told me he loves me. He's said it before but it's always just been love you. When the biscuits were in the oven we were talking about what he and his grandpa did today. I was leaning back against the counter, when he was done telling me he came over and wrapped his arms around my waist. He looked up at me and he said I love you." Tears started to pool in your eyes while you stared down at the ends of your sleeves. "He told me he was happy I came here because I'm kind of like his mom. Then he rested the side of his face against my stomach and hugged me. He laughed and said I make you happy so you're not as grumpy anymore so I can never leave."

Kayce chuckled, "he's right, you do make me happy." When you continued staring at your hands, he took hold of your chin and lifted it, making you look at him. "Hey, talk to me." Concern was evident in his voice when he saw tears start to trickle from your eyes. "Was it because he thinks you're his mom? I'll tell him not to call you that."

"It wasn't that."

"Nick?"

You nodded as you drew in a shaky breath. "If he finds me he said he would kill whoever helped me."

"Baby, it's been almost eight months since you got away from him. He would have found you by now."

"But, what if he's still looking? What if he does eventually find me?"

"If he does, he's not going to get a chance to kill anyone."

"What if you're all gone and just me and Tate are here? What...Tate-" A small sob cut you off. 

Kayce wiped away your tears. "I know what you're thinking and you're not leaving. Tate loves you, I love you. Hell, everyone on this ranch loves you. You belong here." His fingers tucked your hair behind your ear before going back to try and dry your cheeks. "I'll tell you what. Tate's closet in the main house is five times bigger than it needs to be. Since we spend most of the time there anyway, especially you and him when I'm working, we'll close in part of the closet so he can hide in there. I'll make the door look like part of the wall so no one will know any different. Okay?"

You sniffed. "Okay." 

"Come here." You stood up and he guided you onto his lap so you were straddling him. His hand rested against the side of your neck. "Tate's not the only one who thinks you're kind of like his mom. You are beyond amazing with him. I know we've only been together for three months but I know that God sent you to me. We belong together, Letty."

"Kayce." A smile finally formed before you pressed your lips against his. It didn't take long before you both needed more. He stood up taking you with him and carried you to his bed. 

After setting you on your feet, his hands went to work on your jeans. As he pulled them down, his hand ran across the scrape you got from the tailgate making you flinch. "Did I scratch you?" When you both looked you realized what it was from. "Shit. I should've put a blanket or something down."

"It's not that bad... if you kiss it better it will be as good as new."

"I can't have my baby hurt." He smirked, sinking to his knees and doing what you said. But, he didn't stop there. He kissed his way across your hip before taking off your underwear and jeans and gently pushed you onto the bed. 

"Kayc," you moaned as he buried his face between your legs. 

His hands slid under your thighs and gripped your hips, securing you in place. "You taste so damn good." He groaned before going to work again. 

"Oh, god." After a couple of minutes of just using his tongue, one of his hands left your hip. His fingers dipped inside you while his mouth focused on the bundle of sensitive nerves. Your hands dove into his brown wavy hair. It took only minutes for your stomach to begin to tighten and waves of intense pleasure coursed through you. 

When you came down from your high, Kayce's lips crashed against yours. He ushered you backwards, away from the edge, so he could climb between your legs. You could taste yourself on him as his tongue danced with yours. 

He slowly thrust into you. His hand went to the back of your neck and he lifted you. "You're mine." His eyes pierced yours.

Whenever Nick told you that you were his it would make you feel hopeless and scared. Hearing Kayce tell you that you're his drove home the fact that this is where you were meant to be, with him and his son. "I'm yours." You breathed out, your eyes never leaving his. 

*****

You parked one of the Dutton's work trucks in front of the grocery store as a patrol car was making its way down the street. While you got out, the police car parked behind the truck, blocking you in. 

"Ma'am," one of them greeted as they walked up to you.

"Hi."

"Can I ask why you have the Dutton's truck?"

"I'm umm, getting groceries. I work for them." You swallowed nervously as memories of Nick in his police uniform filled your head. 

"We've never seen you around town before."

"I've been here since the middle of February."

"Uh-huh." They exchanged doubtful looks. Sweat covered your palms. "Can I see your license, please?"

Panic set in. "I-I didn't steal it."

He nodded. "Let me just run your license and we'll get this cleared up."

"You can call John. He'll tell you I work there."

"We will after we check your license. Is it in 

there?" He asked as he stepped forward and dumped the contents of your purse onto the driver's seat. You were frozen in fear. After opening your wallet, he pulled out your driver's license. "Well, Violet Smith from Los Angeles, I'll be right back."

Your heart rate was out of control, you were trembling. The officers could tell you were guilty of something so the other officer stood in front of you, corralling you between the open truck door and driver's seat, while the other went to the car. 

Seconds later, the officer returned from the car. "I think it's time you tell us your real name because it isn't Violet Smith."

"I-I-"

"Cuff her."

"No."

"Put your hands behind your back."

"Please. Just call John. Please!" Tears started falling from your eyes. 

Once the handcuffs were secured, the officer took hold of your arm and put you in the back of the car. People were standing around watching as the other officers locked the truck. After they both got in, they drove to the station. 

*

"No! No!" You pulled against the two officers who had uncuffed you and were trying to take your fingerprints. "Please, don't. Please!"

"What the hell is going on here?" Sheriff Haskell came out of his office. 

"We're trying to take her fingerprints but she's resisting."

"Please, don't. Call John Dutton. He'll tell you I work for him. Please!" You begged with tears streaming down your cheeks. 

The sheriff looked at you for a few seconds. "Put her in one of the cells."

"But, we haven't even started with the paperwork or anything yet."

"I'll take care of it." He took your license off the counter. "Just put her in a cell."

"Just call him, please. I'm not lying!"

The officers took you through a door and your pleas died off. They brought you down the hall, putting you in one of the cells that lined the wall. 

The door shut behind you with a clang, making you flinch. You went to the bench lining one wall, buried your face in your hands and cried. John would have to tell the sheriff who you were. Nick would come get you because he would see it on your file after the sheriff put your information into the computer. You mourned for the life you had here, for the friends you made, for the Duttons, for Tate. And, for Kayce. Nick would do whatever he wanted to you once he brought you back. But, the thought of never seeing Kayce again made your heart hurt so much that it was hard to breathe. Death would be better than having to live without him and his son.

*

"Where is she?!" Kayce's voice echoed down the hall. 

When you heard it, a sob left your lips knowing it was only a matter of days before you would never hear it again. 

"Violet!" As soon as the sheriff unlocked your cell, he flung the door open and ran in. You stood up and his arms wrapped around you, crushing you against him. You clung to his shirt as a fresh wave of tears spilled down your face. "I'm here, Letty. It's okay. You're coming home."

"N-Nick- He-he knows- I can't g-go back." 

"He doesn't know, baby."

You pushed on his chest so you could look up at him. "He will! My name-he-"

"He won't know you're here because your name is Violet Smith." John finished from where he and the sheriff were standing outside the cell. 

"But..." your eyes went to the sheriff.

"I've known John a long time." The sheriff informed. "He filled me in on everything. You're safe here, Violet. And, as far as the two who brought you in, and everyone else working here know, you're hiding from an abusive ex who's a cop, hence the fake ID. That's all they need to know." You looked at him unsure. "Nick and everything about your old life is safe with me. I won't be telling anyone." You gave a small nod of your head and a warm smile formed on his face. "I think it's time to get you out of there and back home." 

"Come on, baby." Kayce kissed your hairline before putting his arm around your waist and guiding you out. 

"I'm sorry, Vi," John said as he squeezed your shoulder. "I should've known it would be a matter of time before one of the knuckleheads working here stopped you."

"It's not your fault."

He smiled. "Let's get outta here."

*

The second you climbed into bed Kayce pulled you into his arms. You burrowed into him as close as you could get. "I was scared." He admitted into your hair after a couple of silent minutes. 

You shifted so you could look up at him. "You were scared? Nothing scares you."

"Losing you scares me." His brown eyes were watery. "The sheriff called Dad while we were working in the barn. All Dad said was it's you and to get in the truck. I think he drove faster than I've ever seen him drive before. If they would have booked you in...I would have been sitting in that cell right next to you." He slid his hand into your hair and rested his forehead against yours. "I can't lose you."

"I can't lose you either." You sniffed, fighting back tears. "I thought I would have to go back."

"Baby, you are never going to lose me. No matter what. And, he is never, ever getting you back. I love you with everything I am, Violet."

"Kayc," tears started trickling over, "I love you too." Your lips met but this one felt different than all of the other ones. This one captured the last lingering thoughts you had of having to leave, of not getting too close. He took them all along with the last brick you had guarding your heart and you gave yourself to him, all of you. This was your home and he was the man you were supposed to be with.

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@saintnourah

[firgri]

G/N reader × Yandere Gojo Satoru

(I'm sorry, but English is not my native language, so I used a translator! Rus->eng)

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- I don't believe that a person like our teacher has a partner. It's amazing that anyone decided to stay with him at all, - Nobara said, continuing to look into the distance.

- Even Megumi says that he can't be in the same room with him for more than 10 minutes, but here... uhhh....the poor person, I even feel sorry for him somehow, - Maybe he could find someone who would accept him? - Itadori replied, - And besides, it's very interesting with Gojo-sensei, - he continued, trying to whiten his teacher in Kugisaki's eyes.

- Yes, I don't think that's true!  - The girl shouted, - he definitely forced them to be his partner! - I definitely won't believe in more! Turn it up, Megumi, - she turned her head towards the latter.

- You can definitely give an answer: did our hated teacher make this poor man meet, or do they really have such love to the grave? - she said with a note of rudeness, still not believing all this.

- I think, Nobara, you'd better not think about it, because it's none of our business, - Megumi replied, trying to think less about it....

- So yes or no? -  The girl insisted, waiting for an answer. Looking straight into her face, Fushigoro replied monotonously, - No, he's not holding this person captive or anything like that, - after these words, he got up from the bench. - Megumi, are you leaving already? - Yuji replied somewhat sadly.

- Yes, I'm leaving you because I'm tired, and there are things there..... - said the black-haired man, walking along the path. - Then don't run into something terrible, -Yuji already shouted after him.

It seems that he did not even hear his words....

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Fushiguro closed the door behind him and began to take off his shoes.

- Have you returned yet? Why is it so early? Something happened?  Someone began to speak tenderly.

- No, it's okay.... here, I bought donuts, - said the boy, putting the bag on the table.

- Oh, it's so nice! - they chirped next to him. Turning towards that voice, Fushiguro looked at. You.

- You know, it wasn't even worth buying them, but Satoru will definitely be happy with this gesture........

That's right, it's because of Gojo that you're here. It seems like it was way back in the distant past when you showed up one night. You were so nervous that day, as if you were afraid of something, it's just a pity that he realized it only recently....

At that moment, he did not attach any importance to it, realizing that his teacher was leading a lot of people to his apartment. Realizing that it was for one day, Megumi didn't even look at you and went to his room, leaving you and Satoru in the same room.

The next morning, you were still in the apartment. It was tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and a week later, a month later, and so the years passed. Years of torment for you, being locked up by your tormentor. Why wasn't anyone looking for you? Why?....

The loud bang of the door returned from his thoughts to reality. And here is the main character of all the events.

- Hello everyone! - a loud voice shouted, which made you twitch a little. Turning your head to the side, you immediately ran up to Satoru to meet him properly. - Hi Satoru, how was your day? - you said softly, kissing him on the cheek. - Everything is as usual: I was there, I was here, I coped here and fixed it there. By the way! Here is a gift from my very best! - the man said more loudly, taking out the purchase from the pocket of his jacket. - I really hope you like it, because I chose it with love, - Gojo said proudly, as if he expected praise from you.

- Oh! Satoru, you know you shouldn't have done that! - you said, taking the package in your hands, while trying not to betray the tremor in your voice. - I always like the things you give me! - when you went up to him, you kissed him on the lips.

Breaking away from your lips, Satoru turned to Megumi and pressed one hand to him. - Come on, Megumi, come with us! - he said happily, taking you two in his arms.

- We are like a friendly and strong family! It's so cute!  Satoru finished by kissing you both on the cheeks to prove his words.

Turning his head to the side and looking at you, Megumi expected love, joy or something else.....but not the fear that is stuck in your...

It seems that only Satoru thought so.....

[imnotasuperhero]

Turn your sadness into a rainbow.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader.

Summary: When your daughter is feeling down, you make it your mission to cheer her up. And if it's with the help of your wife, much better.

A/N: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SIMPLE DRABBLE! But once again, my muses came up with the extended version. So here you have day 3 of Promptober. Hope you enjoy this quick fic.

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The closing of the front door had you looking up from your task at hand, sending Wanda a sheepish smile.

"Hello, my love," you greeted her as you extended your arms, waiting.

"Someone is way too happy at… 6:30 am," the brunette raised her sculpted eyebrow as she wrapped her arms around you. "What are you plotting?"

Allowing her to take a look at the scattered colored crayons and the unfinished project in front of you, you leaned against her side, sighing softly. "Ailin was feeling sad last night because you had to rush to work, so I thought about cheering her up." You smiled at the kiss on your cheek.

"What are we working on?" You could hear the confusion in her voice.

"Remember how back in elementary school we did the black painted sheet that showed different colors when you scrapped at it?"

"Sometimes I think you're too good to be true, even if I have no idea your way of thinking." Wanda smiled softly as she grabbed a yellow crayon and started to doodle on the white sheet.

"Just wait and see."

After a few more minutes, you both inspected the work of art and decided it was adequate for a 5-year-old before you covered the colorful drawings in black.

"I was thinking," Wanda broke the comfortable silence as you shared a cup of tea before the chaos of the day busied your day. "We could ask for Nat's cabin? I think it'll be good for the three of us to reconnect as a family?"

Hearing the guilt in Wanda's voice, you couldn't help frowning. "Don't get me wrong, I love the idea. But what's wrong?" You placed the empty cup down before moving to Wanda's chair, straddling her lap.

Sighing, she placed her arms around your waist. "I feel like I'm missing out on her life," the woman blinked rapidly twice, thrice, before she cleared her throat. "And once she knows about the baby," the tear rolling down Wanda's cheek had your thumb brushing it away with a softness you only held for your girls. "And the fact you have to take care-"

Cupping her face, you kissed her wet eyes before you smiled calmly. "She might be young, but she knows how much her mommy loves her, Wands." The pad of your thumbs caressed her wet cheeks. "She understands sometimes her mommy has to be a superhero," you patted yourself at Wanda's small smile.

"Being a doctor has been your dream since I've known you. And I know being a mom has been a challenge. But if you feeling fulfilled means I gotta hold the fort while you're away fighting diseases, then so be it. I make sure Ailin doesn't miss you that much," you winked, pulling a soft chuckle out of her.

The connection between your eyes had you shivering from the intensity of her gaze. But before you could get lost in that oh, so beautiful forest, Wanda hugged you with a force that only served to both; squeeze your heart and fill your lungs. "I couldn't do life without you," she spoke against your neck.

"Ehh… I'm having the bling-bling stuff," you laughed heartily when Wanda pinched your side. "I'm serious. We knew the possibilities and we're doing a great job at handling it."

"I love you, Detka," Wanda vowed softly and you felt as if a heating blanket was placed over your soul.

Before you could respond, the noises coming from the baby monitor on the table had you kissing her lips chastely. "Your baby needs you," you stood up turning off the walkie-talkie, smiling softly as Wanda went to your daughter's room to have a private bonding time.

A few minutes had passed when you heard giggles coming from the hallway, becoming louder and louder the closer your family got.

"Good morning, sunshine," you kissed your daughter's cheek soundly, accepting her hug.

"Mommy is here," her big green eyes shone with a light you'd never get tired of witnessing.

"I told you she'd be back. And she brought you something," you ignored Wanda's confused stare.

"What is it?" The small girl wiggled to be placed on the floor only to start an impromptu treasure hunt.

"Cold," you giggled when she reached for Wanda's bag.

You allowed her to wander for a few moments as you turned to Wanda, wrapping your arms around her neck. "You do the giving, I do the talking," you kissed her nose.

"You'll have dessert tonight." She pecked your lips before she grabbed your hand along the dried black sheet.

"What's this?" Ailin's confused brow inspected the dark paper, looking at you for an explanation after a few seconds.

"Remember what we talked about last night?" You took a dime out of the pocket of your sweatpants. At her nod, you continued. "Mommy wanted to show you a magic trick," you winked before turning to Wanda, who inhaled deeply before taking the coin out of your grip.

"Momma tells me all about you, you know?"

"Even when I'm not nice?" The fear in her features had you biting your laugh.

"Even then," Wanda chuckled softly. "But she also tells me when you feel sad, so I can make sure I can change that when I'm back," your wife patiently explained the knotted words in her mind.

"You see this black paper?" At the girl's nod, Wanda handed her the coin. "Scrap it off," she instructed, and Ailin obeyed her mom's instructions.

But nothing could have prepared you for the reaction you received.

"COLORS!" The toothy smile reflected the mirth she felt as she kept scrapping the sheet, uncovering the doodles you and Wanda had drawn before. "Mommy, look! There are colors!" She turned to your wife, who had unshed tears in her soft eyes.

"There are a lot of colors," she smiled and you felt alienated enough to interfere in such a delicate moment, so you just observed the scene unfold in front of you with warmth filling your insides.

But at Wanda's inability to keep speaking without crying, you took charge of the situation, squeezing her hand in support.

"That magic happens all the time, munchkin." You placed a hand on your daughter's shoulder, giggling when she extended her arms for you to pick her up.

"Whenever you feel sad, make sure you look for something colorful and you'll feel better,"

"Any color?" The kid asked interested.

"Any color you see. Let the comfort protect you from the sadness." you saw how your daughter processed the information she's just got.

"Can I see colors in people?" At her words, you exchanged a look with Wanda, who was equally confused as you.

"I suppose that's possible, yes."

"Okay, because I think of green when I see you."

"Oh, yes?" you tilted your head intrigued by her thinking, but saved it for another time. "And what color is Mommy?"

Ailin's eyes shifted from you to the woman sitting beside you as she pursed her lips, inspecting her mother for a moment.

"Mommy is orange!" She smiled cheekily.

It was Wanda's turn to tilt her head, curiosity written all over her face. "Why orange?"

"Because your hugs are warm like the fire," she explained nonchalantly and you felt your heart somersault Wanda's expression. So full of pure love and amazement.

"I love you, my baby." She took Ailin off your lap, holding her tight against her chest.

"I love you too, mommy."

Leaning down against the back of the couch, you basked in the realization that no matter how busy Wanda got, she would always have time for your daughter and that no matter what, the bond they shared was something unbreakable.

But it wasn't until later that day, when you were on your way back from the store, that your daughter healed the cracks in your heart once again.

"Mom, look!" The girl ran towards a pile of fallen leaves. "Can I bring it to mommy?" She showed you the orange leaf in her small hands, and you felt your heart grow ten times.

"She would love that," you smiled softly, making a mental note to have some tissues at hand when you had to comfort Wanda from her intensified emotions tonight.

It was right then, right there, that you made it your mission to shield them from the cruelty of life. Now more than ever, you made sure Ailin would always have her rainbow to fight her darkness.

Taglist: @wandabear @red1culous @xxxtwilightaxelxxx (If you want to be tagged in all of October's stories or just all my stories in general, let me know!)

[munsonsreputation]

Style

part one: new romantics (can be read as a stand alone) | masterlist

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: [9.7K] I did my best to proof read <3

warnings: warnings: no use of y/n, cursing, a little argument, friends to lovers, SMUT (MDNI OR I WILL JUMP YOU!!!) kissing, bj, f!ngering, piv (unprotected...wear protection irl, this is just fiction y'all), multiple o's (reader lol), creampie (my fave pie, wbu yall??? JK), aftercare.

summary: after you and eddie became a little more than friends after what was supposed to be a disastrous prom night, you two begin to get closer as the weeks go by. when he invites you to his show at the hideout, you don't expect to see his friend robin cozying up to him your jealousy bubbles over because you like eddie a lot, but in true dramatic fashion, eddie confesses that you are the only one he wants to be with and he will show you just how much he means it.

You peeked out your blinds, hearing the familiar roar of his engine just blocks away from your house followed by the music that would probably shatter all his windows if they weren’t rolled down. But then again, he was your favorite boy, the one you just so happened to fall for on what was supposed to be a disastrous prom night turned into the most romantic one of your life.

“Son of a bitch.” You muttered under your breath with a mischievous smirk.

His van was flying through the streets and you could hear the guitar riff from his favorite song resounding through the neighborhood.

Wasting no time, you grabbed your purse, running down the stairs and stopping at the front door to press your feet into the soles of your boots, “I’ll be home in the morning!”

Your words were cut short, slamming the door shut before either of your parents could hear, but they trusted you enough to know you’d be safe and that you’d call if anything was to happen.

Eddie grinned like a madman, reaching over to turn down the volume of his music the minute he saw you waiting for him in your driveway. You wore a simple black slip dress with some roses on the cups, along with a hot red leather jacket that complimented the classic lipstick he loved on your lips. Your legs accentuated with the black boots you decided on for the night.

You looked to die for.

“Hey, hot stuff!” You hailed out cheekily, skipping your way to his van where he reached over to open the door for you, letting you into the space that became more familiar as the days went by.

Prom was only a few weeks ago, and since then you and Eddie had gotten a lot closer with the more time you spent with one another. He’d give you rides back home after school. Talk you up in the halls during passing periods. And even invited you over to his trailer to hang out and “study” together. It was nice, what was going on between you two, though neither of you knew what to label what it was.

You’d share hugs at school but kisses in his trailer. Innocent glances in the cafeteria and winks when no one was looking. Your hands would brush against each other when you “accidentally” dropped your binder in front of his locker, yet held hands when the school parking lot was empty and the two of you walking to his van.

The connection was obviously there, hidden behind closed doors in an oasis that was your very own.

“You look beautiful,” He grinned, his eyes trained on your every effortless movement beside him.

The way you slammed his van door with ease (if it was the kids he’d surely yell at them). The way your hair tossed over your shoulder when you glimpsed at him. And the way you leaned forward to lay a glossy kiss to his lips.

You giggled as you pulled away, noticing a smudge of red lipstick on Eddie’s lips. He smirked, puckering his lips towards you to make kissy faces while you continued to laugh.

Reaching over, you gently wiped it off with your thumb, eyes locking with his. “There, all better,” you said, beaming, as you patted his cheek affectionately.

Eddie snickered, his eyes sparkling with affection, wrapping his ringed fingers around your wrist to hold you, “Thanks,” he said, before leaning in to kiss you again.

He pulled away this time, just sitting there admiring your whole getup on that Friday night. Meanwhile, you tried to play it cool, eyes drifting over his chest where the white t-shirt he was wearing hugged his biceps and accentuated his broad shoulders.

Maybe the damn thing was new, but it was different from what he usually wore. Of course, he looked good in anything, whether it was the rented tux he wore on prom night, his usual club t-shirt, or his Corroded Coffin tee—but this was a different type of nice.

Eddie caught you, observant of the way he hadn’t caught your eyes for a few seconds, as they were too busy focusing on his chest. When you did eventually meet his eyes, you blinked fiercely, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.

“What are you looking at?” he teased, a playful grin spreading across his face.

You felt your face flush, trying to come up with a clever response to conceal your gawking, but jeez, you didn’t have any intention of not letting him know how good he was looking.

“You look really handsome tonight,” you managed to say, earning a chuckle from Eddie.

He grinned, looking down at his outfit. “Thanks, I wanted to look my best for you,” he said, before graciously adding, “But I think you’re the one stealing the show with those red lips.”

Blushing at the compliment, you felt a warm sensation spread through your body. “Well, I wanted to look good for you too,” you said, before leaning in for another kiss.

In the few weeks that you and Eddie had been seeing each other, this was a recurring theme. Getting lost in kisses and innocent gazes that flowed with the passing time. Sure, maybe others would call it, “complicated” or weird, with what you two had going on, but you both seemed to be content with what it was.

Calling it what you two wanted.

Eddie pinched his eyes tightly, when a small whine escaped your mouth when he nibbled on the bottom of your lip. Being here with you was already doing things to him, and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say fuck tonight’s set and spend the rest of the night with you here in your driveway making out like stereotypical teenagers.

But, shit, Eddie did promise to perform a few songs for you and even worked in a metal version of Madonna into the setlist that he was going to surprise you with. You two would be able to share way more kisses later on in the night.

He pulled away, breathless and smiling, a mirroring image of you doing the same, “I think we better get going before I lose all self-control,” Eddie said smirked, kissing your hand before allowing you to wipe off the ruby red stain on his lips.

The drive to the Hideout was peaceful, accompanied by the conversation that you and Eddie shared over his bandmates and your nervousness meeting them. You’d only ever seen them in the halls and cafeteria when you were too busy staring at Eddie and they’d nudge him, making you blush and tear your eyes away.

His best kept oath: you.

Despite his friend’s urges to know who you were and why you were staring at Eddie so goddamn much, he never revealed a peep about the two of you out of respect. Instead settling for the short and sweet answer: “She’s a pretty girl and I’m a pretty boy—nothing wrong with admiring each other.”

You knew Eddie had really great friends, ones that were protective of him for good reason. They were an extension of his very limited family and you loved that you had the privilege of getting to be in his life. You just hoped that his friends knew you had good intentions with him.

But Eddie assured you, squeezing the flesh of your exposed thigh, doing his best to keep his wild eyes between you and the road. He knew his friends would warm up to you and it would only take a simply meeting to have them knowing that you were the girl that Eddie couldn’t shut up about.

And so when you two finally arrived at The Hideout, there was no hesitancy from either of you when you intertwined your hands walking into the bar. It wasn’t fully packed, but there were a decent amount of people there, most likely to enjoy a few drinks on the Friday evening, but little did they know they’d be graced with Hawkins’ own Corroded Coffin.

“You guys get your own dressing room?” Your voice was full of surprise when Eddie passed the stage and headed down the dim hallway.

He laughed, kissing the side of your head innocently, as he clutched your hand, “It’s more like a storage room, but dressing room sounds a lot cooler.”

Instinctively, your head leaned into his shoulder, nudging him adoringly while you looked up past your lashes and your smile glimmered past the dark, “Soon you’ll have a real dressing room and plenty of groupies wanting to come inside.”

He rolled his eyes, dropping your hand as you two finally came full stop in front of a door with clattering going on in the inside.

“I don’t want the groupies,” His voice was low and sultry, taking the time to lace his arms across your back, pulling your front towards him where your arms wrapped around his neck, “not unless it’s you.”

You tiptoed, almost face to face with Eddie now, close enough to feel his smokey breath fanning over your face, “I don’t think I qualify as a groupie, smooth talker.” You teased.

The two of you shared a laugh before you initiated the kiss, closing the space between your lips. So wrapped up in each other arms, you didn’t notice the door creaking open until there was a clearing of someone’s throat.

You yelped, pulling away from him, and letting your cheek rest in his chest as his friends crowded the door, shellshocked and intrigued by the scene, “Sorry to interrupt.”

You were borderline sheepish, cursing at yourself for getting caught up in the moment with lipstick now all over Eddie’s face and most likely smudged all over yours, too. Thank god you brought a touch up.

But Eddie was far from ashamed, proudly drawing you closer and lifting your feet off the ground of a couple of centimeters as you screeched, holding him tighter.

“This is my girl,” He introduced you with a smile from ear to ear, only letting go of your hand when his bandmates stepped forward to shake yours as he watched with pride.

You instantly felt welcomed despite the intrusive moment that passed quickly. They invited you in—Jeff pushing a box of tissues into Eddie’s chest so he could clean up his face and Gareth pointing to the small mirror hung up on the wall so you could touch up your lipstick.

Kevin was the one who smiled at you through the mirror’s reflection, slinging his arms roughly around your boy. “You’ve got him whipped. We’ve never seen this side of him before.”

You’ve never been like this before, either.

Being able to let this guy so freely into your life and allowing yourself to be immersed into his. It was a new yet comfortable feeling, one that you hoped would never burn out.

Eddie shrugged him off, making his way towards you, rest his chin on your shoulder and admiring you in the mirror before flicking his eyes back up to his friends, “Shut up and tune your instruments.”

Their banter was lighthearted and harmless as they messed around in the cramped space and learned more about you. That is before Eddie had led you back out to the main part of the bar, securing you a front-row seat in front of the stage.

You were in awe the entire set, hips moving the music and hair tossing around as you jumped up and down. Eddie was a complete natural on stage—his voice, the way his fingers jumped over the frets of his guitar, and his presence blowing you away.

He glanced at you in between songs, trying to get a grip on his self-control because all he really wanted to do was pull you up on stage and kiss you in front of everyone. You’re the first girl he had ever invited to one of his shows like this, and you were doing more than just enjoying yourself but showing him that he was good at what did.

“Thank you, goodnight everyone!” Eddie strummed his guitar one finally time before shooting you a wink as he and the band exited the stage.

He instantly came to find you, now moved along at the small stairs leading up to the platform. You were glowing with pride, arms opened wide until he closed the expanse, engulfing you in his cages and lifting you off the ground.

“You fucking killed it, babe!” You shrieked in his ear, making him and his friends laugh as he carried you through the small space and up to the bar where he sat you down on one of the chairs.

When you retracted from his neck, your fingers brushed his hair back from his sweaty forehead and pecked his lips, “Did’y like the Madonna song?”

He wiggled his brows as you giggled and nodded your head enthusiastically, “I fucking loved it, I never thought you would play—”

“Madonna!? Holy shit, Munson, you didn’t tell us you’d do Madonna!”

Behind him was a woman and another guy. Eddie let his hands fall from you, his body turning around to meet the two, immediately hugged by the girl. Her arms linked around his neck like you just had a moment ago. He hugged her back tightly as he did to you moments ago.

A twinge of jealously now replaced your pride watching how easily he got comfortable with her. When they finally pulled away, Eddie turned back to you, grabbing your hand and holding it up for them to see.

“Babe, this is Robin and Steve. Guys, this is my girl.”

She reached forward, a big smile on her face as she introduced herself while you shook her hand, trying not to crush it hard and show you were territorial over Eddie. Steve opted for a wave and smile, nudging Eddie and saying, “You never said you had a girlfriend?”

You and Eddie laughed off that comment. Or at least you tried to.

And Steve was right, Eddie himself never said you were his girlfriend or that he was your boyfriend. You didn’t want to seem clingy or possessive because that wasn’t your right, but it was eating you up inside.

Watching at how Robin would occasionally poke at Eddie’s arms and sides, rolling her eyes at his jokes and sometimes laughing a bit too loud. Eddie didn’t seem to have any intentions on stopping her more than friendly actions, instead entertaining them and sometimes doing the same to her.

You wondered if there’s more between her, and Eddie than he was letting on.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity Eddie waved goodbye to the two as he took your hand and led you outside to the parking lot to head back to his van. You had barely engaged in the conversation back inside there and he assumed you wanted to leave—you sure as hell did.

You both sat in silence on the way home, but not the comfortable kind. The kind that could be cut with a knife and served on a cold, lonely plate.

Eddie cleared his throat, glancing at your blank stare out of the windshield with your arms crossed over your chest and a scowl poorly concealed beneath your features.

“Everything okay, doll? You’ve been quiet for a while.” He took another concerned glance, watching the way you crossed your legs over one another but faced it opposite of him.

You only murmured, shaking your head and saying in a monotone voice, “I’m fine, just tired…was a long night.”

He wasn’t buying it…you were never this quiet on car rides home, but he didn’t want to push it, so he decided to change the subject to something a little more lively.

“What did you think of the Madonna song? Was it up to par?”

You took a deep breath and nodded, finally tearing your eyes away from the window and looking at him, “It was great. I really liked it…Robin seemed to love it even more.”

The venom in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by Eddie who instantly picked up on the tone when you mentioned his friend’s name.

He looked at you with a hint of confusion, “What do you mean?”

“I mean that she seemed really excited about it. Very excited, actually.” You explained, avoiding eye contact with him.

Eddie furrowed his brows slightly, fingers clenching and unclenching around the steering wheel as he tried to read you, “And that bothers you?”

“Of course not,” You scoffed, finally meeting his glance with a glare before you turned away.

The rest of the car ride was uncomfortably quiet and stiff. Eddie turned up the radio, hoping that some music would ease the tension, but it didn’t. And you were cold, whole body turned away from his, and your eyes staring out of the window as the streetlights passed by in a blur.

As you two finally turned into his trailer park, your mood seemed to darken even more, clicking your seatbelt off before he even got to his trailer and almost ready to hop out the car before he put it in park.

“Tell me what’s wrong, please?” Eddie finally said, turning off the ignition.

You exhaled heavily, “I’m fine, Eddie.”

He watched you open the passenger door, hopping out without a word before you slammed it shut. You were already waiting by the trailer door when he finally got out and locked up the van.

Your foot tapped against the creaky wood, waiting as he grumbled and unlocked the front door to let you in first. You brushed past him, toeing off your boots and harshly shrugging off your leather jacket and tossing it on the couch along with your purse.

The tension was palpable—tenser than it was in the van.

You made a beeline for his room, just wanting to sleep off your simmering jealousy and ignore the questioning looks he was shooting you. But ignoring him only fueled his desire to know what was going on in your head.

“Baby, talk to me…did I say something?” His voice pleading as he trailed behind you through the narrow hallway.

You ignored him, rolling your eyes, as you pushed his door open, “Did I not say anything?”

“It’s more like what you didn’t do.” You let out, dropping yourself on his bed where you closed your eyes.

He let out a sound, a stuttered-like one that was trying to go back in time to think about what could have possibly gotten you this upset. He tried—he went over every single thing he did after his set that could’ve ticked you off but he couldn’t find anything. All he remembered was getting drowned in praises as he carried you to the bar before Steve and—oh.

“R-Robin? Are you jealous of Robin?” His voice was questionable, yet you couldn’t miss the strained laugh that died at the back of his throat when he asked you about it.

That just seemed to set you off even more, as you forced yourself off his bed onto your elbows and faced him. “Are you seriously asking me that? She was all fucking over you!”

Your voice was fierce, eyes glaring up at him through your lashes. You didn’t want to be this way, bubbling over with resentment over something so petty. But you really liked Eddie—more than friends and more than friends with whatever the hell was going between you and him.

He was taken aback, snapping his neck and squinting over you at your sudden brutality. He’d never seen you so angry before and to be quite honest, it caused a simmering of worry to start producing in his stomach. No girl had ever felt like this towards him, and this was new.

All of it was new to him—but the sort of newness that was reinvigorating, the kind that reassured him that you really did like him the way that he liked you. But right now it wasn’t about being shocked at your feelings, but trying to get your feelings to settle. To reassure you.

“She’s just a friend, I swear.” He sought to soothe the situation and the anger smoldering inside you, but it only seemed to make it worse.

Just a friend? You kept replaying the moments in your head and how that made you feel when you saw him and Robin acting just the like you two.

“Well, she seemed pretty interested in you.” You snapped back, wrenching your arms over one another as your icy demeanor stayed intact.

His own emotions flared at your accusation, stepping back from you with his hands on his hips, “What are you trying to say? That I’m a liar? That I don’t like you?”

You sat up fully on his bed, scooting up to the foot as you scowled, “I never said that. But you didn’t even seem to notice that she was practically drooling over you.”

“I didn’t notice because it’s not true,” Eddie responded firmly stepping a bit closer, letting his arms fall to his sides, “I only have eyes on you, but I won’t tolerate you accusing me over something like that if you won’t try to have a civilized conversation with me.”

Your scowl deliberately faded as you blinked. You didn’t mean to get so heated, and you hated that you were taking it out on him with your emotions rather than just telling him how you felt. And this was partly because you were terrified about what was to come.

Ever since you and Eddie had begun hanging out more casually than not, you couldn’t stop your feelings for him from growing. But what if you were just a fun little thing in his eyes? What if this entire situation was just to fill Eddie’s time and he never really actually liked you the way that you liked him?

“I—I’m sorry,” Your voice was cool now, views traveling down to your hands where you fiddled with them guiltily.

You continued, “I didn’t mean to blow up like that…it’s just that—Robin…seeing you with her made me feel jealous, but I know I shouldn’t feel that way because we aren’t even dating.”

He gulped, a half relieved sigh leaving his body as he finally made the move to settle beside you, taking your hands in his. His thumbs rubbing your knuckles back and forth before nudging your chin with his forehead, prompting you to finally meet his eyes with yours.

“Hey, you have every right to feel jealous, but I promise you on everything in my life…I’m not interested in anyone else.” He paused, watching the way your eyes glazed over with forgiveness and understanding, “M’sorry for making you feel like that…I never wanted to do that to you.”

The beating of your heart going so fast as you listened, “I want to be with you. Only you.”

Your heart swelled with happiness and comfort, clutching his hands in yours as you asked just to be sure it was real, “R-Really?”

He laughed, nodding his head as he let go of your hands and cupped your cheeks, pressing a kiss to both of them before pulling away and asking the most important question you’d heard all night.

“Would you make me the luckiest guy in Hawkins and be my girl? Officially?”

You giggled, closing your eyes as you nodded, pressing your face forward to kiss his lips, letting yourself melt against him as your mouths moved in tandem so naturally. When you pulled away, you opened your eyes, his following suite, “That means yes, by the way.”

Eddie chuckled, kissing your lips once more, letting them move on their own accord as your fingers laced through his hair, pulling him closer. For once in your life, Eddie was the only man that ever made you feel like this, so infatuated and safe in a way that was warming.

Normally, you didn’t prioritize romantic ties with anyone, but that was before Eddie. Before you realized that, it could feel like home with the right person, even if it was just a guy you met a few weeks ago. Someone who could make you feel better and ease every little worrying thought with a simple apology and sweet nothings.

He asked about what you liked and didn’t like. He got you to tell him about your deepest and darkest fears along with some of the silliest things you're scared of. He always respected your boundaries and never pushed you further than you liked. He made you feel comfortable, yet the butterflies never stop swirling in the pit of your stomach every time you saw him.

He was yours and you wanted to show him just how much you were his.

“E-Eds,” you moaned fluttering lashes as you felt him move his lips down to your neck—sucking and biting on your skin, knowing the exact spot that got you to produce pretty sounds for him.

You both had never gone all the way just yet. The most that you two did was partaking in heated make out sessions with curious hands sneaking over each other’s clothes. You weren’t a virgin, and you knew Eddie had sex a few times before, but it was even more nerve-racking, finally being ready to go all the way with a guy you really liked.

“Eddie,” you said a bit more firmly, prompting him to immediately pull away from your neck, a reddish purple kiss already beginning to form under your skin.

His eyes did a one over your face, trying to see if you were okay—if he pushed too far this time, in the heat of the moment.

“You okay? You want me to stop?”

You shook your head, eyes innocently doeing up at him while you bit your lip, trying to get the right words to come to your head so that you could just spit them out.

“I—I’m ready…I want us to have sex, only if you want to though.”

He smiled softly, turning his head to kiss your wrist where your hands were still tangled in his roots. Eddie was more than content spending the night with you cuddled up in his chest, pressing innocent kisses between each other, but if you were ready, then so was he.

“You sure? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, baby.” He assured you, removing your hand from his hair and intertwining them together.

You smiled, nodding your head assuringly as you scooted closer to him, “I’m sure…I want you, please?”

The moon lit up his dim room like it was the goddamn grand-stage with a beauty like you sitting on his bed. He couldn’t help but want to brag that a girl like you—someone so kind, funny, and understanding like you would ever want to be with a guy like him.

“Eds…” you whispered, untangling your hands from his as you cupped his face, noticing he was staring blankly at you, “w-we don’t have to do anything? No pressure at—”

He silenced you with a kiss. A bruising, passionate one that had your fingers tangling in his messy hair, tugging him closer as you opened your mouth wider granting his permission to explore. Your hands did some exploring of their own, letting go of his roots and trailing your hands down his chest, beneath the hem of his shirt and feeling his warm skin underneath it.

You had memorized the indentations of his toned body, fingertips sailing over the skin until they settled on his chest, feeling his thumping heartbeat over your tips.

A breath of fresh air came into your body as he pulled away, both of your mouths glistening with saliva as you caught your breath while he worked slowly now, moving his lips to your neck, peppering delicate kisses then and along your jaw.

“You mean so much to me,” He mumbled under your ear where he pressed a sweet kiss, causing you to moan his name, “let me show you how much you mean to me, doll.”

“Please, Eds…need you so bad.” You murmured, closing your eyes as he sucked on the skin—your bottom lip caught between your teeth with whimpers escaping as you knew a hickey would be there tomorrow.

Eventually he let go of your skin with a pop licking over the bruised area for good measure and smacking a kiss before he retracted from you entirely. Standing up, he admired you as he shrugged off his leather jacket, tossing it behind him as he watched you inhale deeply with every move he made.

His eyes never let up on, watching how shy you had gotten all of a sudden. Your face tucked into your shoulder a small smile quirked up on your lips and your legs crossing over each other, “It’s just me baby, no need to be shy.” He murmured, walking closer to you as his fingers worked his belt off and his fly open.

“I know…I just want it to be good for you.” You said meekly, tucking your face into his shoulder as he lingered over you.

He was so fucking lucky.

“Sweets,” His tone instantly consoling, as he pulled you away, hands coming to clutch your cheeks as he stared deeply into yours, getting your attention, “Anything with you is going to be good, alright? Just relax and let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

You were so fucking lucky.

“Is it ok if I take this off?” His fingers chased down the flimsy strap of your dress where it practically already hung off your shoulder.

You nodded your head, smiling as you leaned forward and pecked his lips, feeling a grin spread on his face. “You can take it off.”

The silky material of your dress cascaded off your body as he dragged it down by the straps. A small shiver came over you as your bare chest met the cold air of his trailer, but he warmed you up instantly as one of his hands cradled your ribcage.

“So pretty, baby.”

Your dress now laid on the floor, letting yourself be nearly bare in front of him for the first time. Eddie looked hesitant at first, gawking at your chest, then back to your face, then back to your chest before—

“You can touch them, Eds.” You assured him, grabbing onto his wrist and pulling his hand up higher until they settled over your breasts, a sigh of relief leaving your mouth feeling his touch on your sacred skin.

His breath hitched for a second, your nipples hardening up under his palms as your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth opened as you breathed deeply—he was obsessed with how you looked right now.

“Perfect, doll.” His praises were like music to your ears, leading you to sink deeper and deeper into the ocean of pleasure that you knew Eddie would take you to in a matter of moments.

His lips kissed the exposed skin of your chest—sucking, nipping, and licking every piece of you with need and desire as his hands worked your tits, pinching, twisting, and flicking.

“C-can I do something?” You were breathless, already on the brink of stimulation just by his touch. It was insane how easily you turned into putty in his hands. But you couldn’t say you were surprised.

Eddie always knew what you liked and how you liked it.

You could feel the delicate skin he sucked on, swelling in his mouth before he pulled away with a pop, darting his eyes up at you, twinkling innocently as if he wasn’t coating your skin in hickies.

“Anything you want, sweets.” He said, and a smile appeared on your face, ducking your head down to meet his lips as your hands twisted in his t-shirt.

Deepening the kiss by the second, you were able to use his shirt as leverage to usher him up to the bed with you, while your feet met the fuzzy carpeted floors before sinking to your knees, feeling your silky dress beneath your skin.

“Can I?” Your fingers hovered over his already open fly as he nodded his head with a soft smile.

He helped you work his jeans off his legs as the heavy material laid next to your knees and then he worked off his t-shirt, rumpling it up and tossing to towards the side.

He was ridiculously hard already, and the tent in his boxers was proving your theory correct as your hands shakily pampered at his member over the material. You’d only went down on one of your ex’s, so it was safe to say that your experience in this region wasn’t necessarily the best, but you wanted to try for Eddie.

“Will you tell me if I do something wrong?” You gulped, proceeding to rub your hand up and down his length, aware of his knee bumping up and down and his chest down the same.

His hazy demeanor swiftly waned as his gaze met your eyes. A warm flush over your cheeks and your endearing eyes coated with nervousness and reluctance. “You’re gonna do so good, baby. My good girl, I promise.”

The praise was like another wave coursing through your body, heading straight for your center. Your fingers went to the elastic band of his boxers, working it off of his body and tossing it somewhere behind you, as you swallowed thicky and wrapped your fingers around his hardened length.

He was big, but you already knew that. After countless hours spent on his lap grinding while you two made out, you knew it was going to take a little more time to get him to fit.

A pearl of pre-cum sat at the tip of his cock and it made your mouth water. Without thinking, you went for it, licking the salty bead, swallowing with a satisfied hum as your lips kissed his tip.

“H-holy shit,” Eddie sighed gingerly, keeping his eyes glued to you, watching how you smiled up at him before finally encasing his cock inside of your mouth.

The first contact of your tongue with Eddie’s rock hard length had him gripping the sheets. His knuckles were already turning white while his stomach stiffened in and out, reveling in the feeling of your hot mouth around him.

Warming yourself up, you pulled off of his length and veered to alternating between licking long stripes on the underside of his cock to short kitten licks towards his tip, aware of the scratching noises of Eddie nails scouring against his mattress.

You pulled off for a second, “Am I doing good, Eds?” You blinked up at him innocently, hand moving from its own accord from his glistening length to his balls, rolling them in your saliva coated palm.

“Yeah, baby – shit – really good,” Eddie confessed lovingly through harsh breaths.

He got ahold of himself, releasing the bunched up sheets in his hand and letting it fall to your face softly where his thumb stroked the high point of your cheek where your eyes were fixated on his while your hands continued to work, “So fucking good, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Eddie.” Your voice dripping with sweetness so much so that it made his heart swell being so enraptured by you.

Your lips encased his cock again, bobbing your head up and down his length getting a rhythm going as your fingers worked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. His finger tips fell from your cheek and instead, enmeshed themselves in your hair, not gripping too hard or too soft, but just enough the guide and encourage you.

“Such a good girl,” you heard him coo underneath his breath, and you looked up to see his eyes closed, and he continued, “Such a good girl, baby.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, humming at the praise causing shockwaves to bounce off his cock, while one of your hands trailed down your own body and in between your thighs. Fingers dipping beneath the lace of your thong and meeting the wetness and warmth that had been pooling since you and Eddie had begun making out.

“Fuck,” Eddie whispered more praises, “Your lips feel fuckin’ heavenly.”

You continued your movement—mouth bringing Eddie pleasure while your fingers rubbed your clit, searching for your own relief. You were surrounded by everything, Eddie. Your senses overload with his touch, his scent, his taste—everything so fucking intoxicating.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Eddie hissed, voice deliciously deep. Your eyes opened, peering up at him to his sights not trained on your mouth or fist wrapped around his cock, but below you where your other hand was deep inside your panties and fingers stalled against your clit.

“I need you, baby, c’mon” He grimaced nonchalantly as he pulled you off his cock.

His member twitching as he watched the trail of spit connect between his length and your lips. Your mouth was coated in your spit and his essence, a combination so sweet that you wished you got to taste all of him. Your red lipstick now a faded mess over your swollen lips.

You caught your breath, using your the back of your hand to wipe away the wetness before plopping a final kiss to the tip of Eddie’s cock, just before he groaned and lifted you up off the floor and to the bed to join him.

“You were going to make me cum y’know that?” He told you, letting his lips briefly meet yours before pulling away.

You smirked, fingers tracing his jawline as you whispered, “Will you cum in my mouth next time?”

He pressed his eyes shut. You were a dream come fucking true, “Whatever you want, doll.”

“Want you to fuck me right now…please?”

His eyes opened, glancing down as he watched how desperately your core grounded against his thigh. He could feel your wetness leaving a sweet trail behind on his skin as the flimsy lace shifted with every thrust and twist of your hips.

Eddie’s hands came to still your movement, squeezing your waist as he moved you to lay flat on his bed and he stayed at your side, “Gotta get you ready first, sweets.”

You whined, forehead pressed together as your eyes glazed over, “But—but I’m really turned on, Eddie and I need to feel you inside me so bad, please, I swear I can—”

Startled by your rapid speech and the way your body continued to writhe, he eased you instantly, “Shhh, shhh, calm down baby,” One of his hands smoothed out the hair on your head, and his lips caught your lips gently, “Y’gotta relax, baby, I don’t want to hurt you. Trust me ok? I’m not going anywhere.”

“O-Okay…I trust you, I’m sorry.” You replied, biting your lip embarrassingly until Eddie shook his head, kissing the top of your forehead and shooting you a reassuring look.

“No need to apologize, sweetheart,” His hands caressed down your body, until they got to your thong, toying with the lace, teasingly, “You’re just a little work up, right sugar? Just want me to satiate your needs?”

Eddie slowly pulled the material down your legs and off your ankles, humming as he let it drop. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make you feel so good.”

Your legs instantly parted for him, letting your head relax against his pillows. You could feel his fingertips kneading your inner thighs as he got closer and closer to your heat. You could have just canted your hips up to finally get the craving you’d been needing, but you wanted to be good for him—Eddie’s good girl.

And your patience seemed to pay off because the second his fingers ran over your soaking folds, you moaned loudly, indulging in every single bit of pleasure that he was bringing you.

“So fucking wet, baby. Who made you like this? Can you tell me, baby? Pretty please?”

His voice was condescendingly hot, and you were pretty sure it was a flood down there with each word that left his mouth, “You! You…Eddie, you made me — ohmygod — made me this wet.”

A short chuckle left his mouth as he finally let one of his fingers slip inside of you while he thumbed your clit. His single finger was able to reach a depth of you that your tiny ones never got to. And he was insanely quick to learn how you liked it, hooking in and pulling your pleasure like it was nothing as he worked another digit in deeply.

“Oh god, Eds,” you moaned, starting to wriggle around the bed, letting your fingers twist in the bedsheets.

“So tight, sweets—gonna fucking. ruin. me.” he whispered.

Hovering over your shaking body and nipping at the curve of your shoulder, he continued, “Thought about this sweet pussy for so long. Have you been thinking of my cock deep inside you, baby?”

“Y-yes.” You gasped when his fingers began to fuck you harder, hitting your g-spot with every single push.

“How long, baby? Tell me how long you’ve been wanting me inside of you.” he continued.

Your pussy clenched at his fingers, and he started to move them faster. Pushing deeper into you, fingers pushing down, seeking, “Since prom! Wanted you to f-fuck me, so bad.”

“You should have told me, doll.” He voice low in your ear as he nipped the side of your neck, holding you as you began to tremble.“You know I would have taken such good care of you.”

You were positive that if you would have told Eddie you wanted him to fuck you on the prom night when you two had met that he would have rocked your world. You wished you did. But the wait was worth it, because after so much longing and dreaming about this moment, it was so much sweeter, dirtier, and hotter than you could have ever imagined.

“B-baby,” you cried out, hands clutching at the covers as your legs shook, “I’m gonna cum!”

“Good girl,” he encouraged, sitting upright as his fingers continued their onslaught, “Cum for me, doll”

“Eddie!” you wailed, pussy pulsing around his fingers, the wetness of your orgasm coating his digits as he let you ride out your high.

A soft chuckle left his lips as his free hand smoothed over your stomach, feeling the twitching of your body as you came down from your orgasm. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of you, while whispering soft words to ease the emptiness you desperately wanted him to fill back up, “Gotta taste this sweet pussy.”

You cracked your eyes open from the stellar haze, a blurred image of him sucking your juices off his fingers before it cleared up, making you moan once again, making grabby hands at his thigh which signalled him in for a longing kiss.

You could taste yourself on his lips, something so vulgar, but you wanted more.

“Will you fuck me now, Eds? Pretty please?” You whimpered against his lips.

He nodded, kissing your lips again, “What are you comfortable with baby? I can be on top if you want.”

You swallowed thickly, partly to get rid of the dryness in your throat from the moaning, but also because you wanted to try something with him that you’d never tried before, “C-can I be on top? I’ve never done it…but—but you can be on top if you—”

His lips shut you up, as he moved back to press his back against the pillows and headboard, dragging you with him. You were now poising over his lap before he pulled away, letting you catch your breath from the suddenness, “I’ll guide you, doll, and if you want to switch just let me know alright? Don’t hesitate.”

His voice was reassuring, letting you know that there was nothing to be nervous or scared about when it came to you, him, and sex. That he would do anything to make sure you were comfortable first and that pleasing you was his number one priority. You were pretty sure you could cum again just at the thought of how sweet he was.

“Okay,” You smiled slightly, letting your hands grip at his shoulders as you lowered yourself, first letting your wetness gliding over his cock which had the both of you squeezing each other’s skin and moaning his and your name.

“Nice and slow, sweetheart.” He whispered, watching as you decided to reach back to guide his tip over your entrance. His fingertips never left your waist as he hummed and nodded approvingly, as you gradually lowered yourself inch by inch slowly and steadily.

It was taking everything in him not to squeeze your hips too hard, not wanting to hurt you or bruise up your skin, but your tightness just encased him in a way that was earth shatteringly divine. He hissed, keeping his eyes open to watch yours flutter close as soft whimpers and moans escaped your mouth.

“Good girl, baby, taking me so — fucking, hell — taking me so good. Such a pretty girl, taking my cock.” He groaned, clenching your hips as his breath hastened with every pulse your pussy made around him.

“So deep…you’re so big inside me, E-Eds.” You opened your eyes looking down, surprised to see that there was still a few inches of him that you had left to take.

He was so big…a little too big, but you wanted all of him. Every single inch you could get.

“Will you hold my hands, babe?” You sighed desperately let your hands fall from his shoulders, relying on your knees to keep you up as you needed to feel him holding you closer.

He murmured lovingly, withdrawing his hands from your waist and intertwine his fingers with yours, “Better, sweets?”

“Uh huh, much better,” you whispered, finding the confidence to take the rest of him, shutting your eyes as you felt so full with every inch “Oh fuck, it feels amazing.”

“For me, too,” Eddie managed through deep breaths and resisting the urge to thrust up into you, knowing this was about you, “You feel so fuckin’ good, baby…”

Your head was spinning from the fullness and you were sure if you pressed down on your belly you could feel just how deep he was inside of you. The sense of euphoria already was seething in your bloodstream and you were sure Eddie was about to take you to another level of high. You needed a moment to stay there, get used to the way he stretched you open because before you knew it, the pleasure was going to be too much for you to handle on your own.

“L-Like this?” You found it in you to open your eyes to meet his, filled with just the same amount of lust and desire, if not more.

Your hips moved against his, differentiating among grinding to shallow movements of up and down, the tip of his cock kissing the spot inside of you that had you mewling and moaning.

“Just like that, doll.” His lips jerked forward, enclosing them around your nipple, biting and flicking the sensitive buds that got you moving a bit faster—more of his length leaving your entrance before you slammed back down with a high-pitched moan, “Doing so good baby, like a goddamn angel.”

“Oh, my god!” You threw your head back and arching your back as the pleasure became more and more intense with each bounce.

You were a sight for sore eyes—his eyes only.

Your tits moved up and down with your bouncing. Your chest and neck were covered in his purplish-blue love bites. Your hair was a tousled, gorgeous mess from where his fingers were tangled only minutes ago. Your legs were shaking on either side of him, but your pace never let up. Your stomached bulged with the intrusion of his length every time you sat flush with his cock deep inside of you. Your fingers tightened against his. And your mouth, letting out the unholy heavenly sounds of an angel sent from above just for him.

“Perfect fucking pussy, baby,” He muttered fervently, feeling every flutter you let out around his painfully hard cock. Everything about you was fucking perfect, “This pussy was made for me sweets, just for me. S’fucking tight and sweet.”

The dirty words only spurred your hips to move faster, wanting and needing to feel him deeper, to bring the both of you pleasure. But you were starting to get overwhelmed. His happy trail, rubbing against your clit, heightening your pleasure. His heavy balls slapping your ass every time your ass met his thighs. It was so good, but almost too good that you couldn’t get a hold of it.

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of you, sweat glistening over your body as the moon shone in and illuminated every inch of your skin. You were already so fucked out, and he could tell just by the way your body began to fall limp and your bouncing faltered every so often. The hold you had on his fingers loosened up, and he knew from he tell-tale signs that he was going to need to take over.

“Fuck! P-please, Eds…give it t-to me, please,” The low whine erupted from your mouth as you fell forward, forehead resting against his while your arms wrapped around his neck, needing his body closer than ever.

He didn’t hesitate, nodding against you, as his arms wrapped around his body and finally he thrusted up into you, “I got you, baby. Just relax and take it.”

You didn’t have to be told twice.

From this position and with Eddie in charge, he was able to get deeper, hitting the spot inside of you over and over again, as you shut your eyes tightly and bit your lip with a strained squeal, leaving you. Eddie’s breath fanned over your face, praises directly spoken to you, so sweet and obscene, coming from the only man who could do and give it to you right.

“Just like that! Please don’t stop, Eds… right there!” You stuffed your face into his neck, crying out in pleasure with your fingers pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck ever so slightly, trying not to hurt him.

“Not gonna stop, baby.” He guaranteed you, groaning as he gripped your ass in his hands, pounding you harder and deeper as your moans in his ears fueled him further, “Not gonna stop until you're cumming around me.”

It was so much better with Eddie in control, not that you didn’t like being in control of your movements, but Eddie just knew. Knew exactly how to get you shaking and panting without even trying too hard. And you could tell he was putting you first, rutting into with slow and deep thrusts a contrast between your fast and rhythmic bounces.

“That’s the spot baby?” he buzzed, nipping at your earlobe, easily finding the little spot that reduced you to shambles. He pushed his cock further, holding his breath, the pulsing and writhing of your body nearly pushing him over the edge. But you came first—always.

One of his hands left your skin to trail up your spine, tangling in your hair to pull you away from the crook of his neck to get you to meet his eyes. Yours were a mix of cloudy and emblazoned at the same time, under the spell of everything that Eddie was.

“Awww sweetheart,” He cooed lowly, licking his lips at the sight of your fucked out self, “You close, doll? I can feel you squeezing me so fucking tight.”

“Mhmm…” You cried out, knitting your brows in concentration as you focused on the feeling of your high teetering closer with every single breath you took, trying to ground yourself, “So close, Eddie…m’close p-please let me cum. P-please, baby.”

You were more than willing to beg, wanting nothing more than to let Eddie control every ounce of your pleasure. And, Eddie, thought your begging was out of this world, something that could make him burst right now, but he didn’t want you to beg. At least not tonight.

“Don’t have to beg for it baby, do it for me, please?” He pushed his forehead forward to meet his, staring deeply into your ocean of colors, he could practically see the fireworks erupting and short circuiting as you moaned noisily, “Let me see you cum, sweetheart…be a good girl and let go.”

And that was all it took for you to cum, wailing and moaning as you unraveled, and your orgasm hitting you so hard and fast, you could almost feel your whole body heating up and energy draining with each wave of pleasure that burst through you. Eddie’s thrusts were never stopping, reducing you to a slumped, eyes rolled back soul as you let the feeling eat you up whole.

“Motherfucker, m’close doll,” Eddie growled as you continued to squeeze down on his cock, pussy clenching over and over again as you took a shaky breath, wanting him to cum for you—to feel the same high he made you feel.

Your eyes fluttered close for a moment, voices in your head telling you to focus, to get Eddie there, “P-please, Eddie, want you to cum so bad.”

Finally, you snapped them open, meeting his lips with a tantalizing, searing kiss, biting his delicate skin, just enough to make the hair on his arms and neck stand up. You were intoxicated on pleasure—the feeling coursing through your veins and you were pretty sure you were more than able to release again.

Anything for Eddie.

You breathed slowly, taking in the view of Eddie’s forehead and brows scrunched in concentration, causing a gasp to rip out of you every so often as his length hit the deepest part of you, “I-I was so good for you, Eds, don’t you think I deserve your cum?”

“S-shit, you can’t say that kind of stuff, doll,” He panted, shaking his head, trying to get ahold on himself, as perspiration beaded on his forehead, his limbs quaking as he was getting closer and closer guided by your voice.

“Cum inside me, Eddie” you panted nodding your head to give him the permission, “Want every. drop. inside of me…please baby.”

Your fingers rattling as they combed through his hair tugging him in to close the space for a kiss. He grunted in surprise at the fervency shown by your lips and tongue. Your legs used whatever energy they had left, meeting his thrusts from below you and ignoring the burn in your bones.

Eddie moans intertwined with your own sounds as he felt your walls convulsing around him once more. His length burrowed deep inside you with shallow thrusts and he knew the both of you were near again. “Cum with me, doll…one more sweetheart.”

And that was all it took—your moans being swallowed up in his mouth as reached your third earth shattering high of the night with your man nestled deep inside you.

Eddie’s cock twitching and then spurting once, twice, three times inside of you as his warm cum spread deep within you as you sighed, with him muttering profanity against your lips, “Sweetheart, you’re so perfect….so fucking perfect princess…”

His bedroom now filled with the sounds of both of your heavy breathing and the light wind brushing in through his windows. Sticky skin clung to each other as you basked in the moment in each other arms where you had collapsed into his chest, his rapid heartbeat echoing in your ears.

His warm hands dancing around your bare back, massaging and kissing your skin with sweet touches to bring you back down. But you knew that when you were with Eddie, he took you to another universe, one that you never wanted to leave.

Your own fingers felt his erratic pulse calming down where you traced the veins on his neck. His hair was a poofy mess from the humidity, but you were sure you looked just about the same, even more so, as your eyes adjusted and saw your lipstick mark peppering all over his skin.

“You’ve got lipstick all over you,” you giggled softly, brushing your thumb over the mark that you left on his collarbone.

He chuckled, bringing his palms to your face, tilting yours to face his, “Leave ‘em, I want them to know who I belong to.”

Your heart skipped a beat, remembering that Eddie was finally yours, not that he never was, but it just felt sweeter this way. “I’m yours too, Eddie.”

The two of you smiled, leaning in to share a more intimate and slowed kiss, knowing that there wasn’t anything or anyone that would come between you and this moment. When he pulled away, his fingertips nudged you back a bit, eyes trailing along your naked chest where he traced around the marks he left.

“I’m sure they’ll all know,” He commented with a smirk, making your eyes playfully roll as you settled your head back on his chest.

You two laid like that for a few more minutes. His member relaxing inside of you, making you feel like a furnace surrounded by him, the best feeling in the world, in your opinion.

“Should we shower in a little?” You suggested, voice soft as your eyes began to droop down slowly.

Eddie hummed, peering down at your sleepy state, brushing your messy hair down your back with his fingers, “In a little, doll…close your eyes and rest a bit.”

“Hmmm, okay….thank you, baby.” You whispered, letting yourself drift off to peace in his arms, a hazy dream already settling in as you felt a warm kiss placed on the top of your forehead.

“My pleasure, sweetheart.” He grinned, propping his chin on the top of your head as he closed his own eyes, reeling in everything that was you and perfection all in one.

With your bodies entwined you both knew that this was something special. You and Eddie were right where you both belonged. In each other’s lives and one another’s arms—a sense of completeness that would only get better and stronger with time, something that would never go out of style.

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Hey! If you don’t have much stuff to write I just had a fun scenario I would like to see.

I’ve had the idea of all the Ghostbusters interacting with an almost friendly ghost.

Like, the reader, is a ghost who haunts the old fire department and, for some reason, the busters can’t get rid of them.

But they aren’t a bad ghost. Do they cause a little mayhem? Yeah, but they don’t harm people.

Maybe everyone is a little weary because, let’s face it, they’ve all been through some stuff and expect a possible negative outcome.

… that’s all! Thanks lovely!

You Don't Hear what I'm Saying (Do You?)

Pairing: Ghostbusters & Ghost!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death

90% sure this gif is from frozen empire but haiiii

Better formatting on Ao3!!

Your last moments were, funnily enough, the foggiest in your memory. You always remember the parade running through the streets for a new mayor, generally just a reason to be jovial for a while. You can remember the rain falling from the sky, sending everyone inside for a minute, and you can remember the firehouse you took refuge in. What you can never recall is why exactly you woke up, presumably weeks later, with a splitting headache and no tangible body.

When you got over the shock over your new form, it was hard to come to terms with dying, to know that you inadvertently left everything behind without ever meaning to. Death always seemed so far away to you, as the thrill of the Progressive Era lingered in the air. It was even harder, to know that you’d never be able to leave the confines of the building you passed in. True, you had all the time in the world to explore, or test out your new abilities as a spirit, but it just made you even sadder, to disturb these hardworking men and be reminded of their livelihoods as they served the city. So you slept, invisible to the world and for as long as you wanted to escape thoughts of hopelessness. 

Ghost-sleep wasn’t the same, though, not nearly as satisfying as sleep when you were flesh and blood. It was more like suspending yourself in a different state of matter for a while- something you would have never understood until you actually felt it. You didn’t want anything to do with anyone anymore, tucking yourself into the farthest and darkest corners and letting yourself stay dormant for years upon years. After a while, you’d be brought back to consciousness by a dull and throbbing pain in your head, forcing you back “awake”. Time had managed to slip your grasp, the firehouse eventually defunct and destitute in only a matter of time, its rundown interior only giving you more motivation to hide away from it all. In the simplest of words: you were in a neverending state of loneliness.

“I’ll be one minute!” Ray called over his shoulder. He went up the steps of the firehouse, until he was at the seldom used third floor. This place needed a good sweep, maybe a dusting, but that could wait. He had something much cooler in mind.

Ray moved a creaky shelf, looking around for a quick second before he did. “Are you here? You can come out now,” he stage-whispered.

You materialized behind him instead, smiling shyly as you peeked out from the shelving. He was so, so lucky. A ghost! Living in his attic! Technically, the attic of his ghost extermination service, but the little details didn’t matter much. 

Not long ago, he was up here to stuff some of Peter’s junk in the tiny bit of storage they had. A chill ran up his spine after dumping it, hair standing up on end. There was no way, right?  He scanned the room silently, not daring to breathe or move too hard or too fast. His hopes rose.

Ray swallowed. “Any ghosts up here, come out so I can see you.” No answer. “...we can play a game.”

Still nothing but the sounds of the air conditioning. His posture dropped in defeat- it was wishful thinking, anyway. Ray turned to leave, before he was willed to spin around. Another chill, one that ran down to his bones, racked him, eyes bulging wide as the figure of an early 20th century spirit appeared before him at will.

You didn’t attack him, or wreck the room. You just stood there, blinking occasionally, looking just as freaked out as he was. You were a ghostbuster, Ray! You’ve seen ghosts!

He snapped out of his stupor. “Oh yeah! The game!” He stared at you for a few more seconds, before scouring the room for something. To be fair, he didn’t really have a plan. Ray just thought it’d be pretty cool to have a ghost friend around- who wasn’t Slimer. And now he’s got one! Maybe. He emerged with a little ball, wondering why the hell four grown men owned one. He set himself up for catch, watching as you hesitantly raised your hands.

It fell right through you. Obviously. 

Since then, through trial and error, you both compiled information about yourself. For one, you couldn’t talk- at least not much. He’d have to look into that, but it could be something you’d just have to relearn. Secondly, your control over physical objects seemed touch and go. You could interact with some things, but not others- and he suspected that it had something to do with the material’s age relative to your own. You could travel freely, fortunate for you and troublesome for him. Ray had a new experiment this time, one he thinks you’d like. 

“You’re from 1902? 1904?” Ray asked, zipping open up a cloth bag that hung around his neck. You put your shoulders up- understandable, you’d been dead for a long time and out of commission for a while. “Well, have you ever had your picture taken?”

He watched as you eyed the Fujifilm in his hands curiously. You shook your head, gazing down at it like it was an object of a folktale. You nearly reached out to touch it, amazement making you forget your current predicament. 

He smiled at your wonder. “Do you want one?”

Ray laughed as you nodded wildly, adjusting the phantom clothes that died along with you. You picked a spot that was freer from clutter- near the lab and sitting area, and tried to channel the portraits of dignitaries and upper class families that you only ever dreamed of being a part of.

With a few quick snaps, the best one printed, and it was only a matter of waiting until it would develop. You were impatient- surprised at how quick it took to manifest but annoyed at the dark square that became clearer at only a snail's pace. 

“You gotta be patient,” he teased you, protecting the delicate film. “You’re just like Egon.” Your expression dropped, and Ray let up slightly. He felt bad, accidently bringing up his friends like this. The friends that you weren’t allowed to meet, otherwise they’d trap you almost immediately. “They’ll come around. Just give me some time,” Ray promised with a small smile.

You nodded, seeming to understand. Ray’s short gasp tore you from your melancholy, showing you the now developed photo between two fingers. “Look at that,” he said softly, grinning as you inspected it. If he was right, it had to have been decades since you had seen your own face.

“Ray!” a voice called from far below, impatient. He clicked his tongue, carefully leaving you with the photo where you could see it without having to move anything. As he reached for the doorknob, the room was shroud in darkness before illuminating again. You stood proudly, if not a bit coy, flicking the electricity on and off with pure physic energy a few more times.

Ray beamed. “Hey! You learned lights!”

Another quiet day. You counted the front door opening and closing twice from your spot upstairs- Winston lets the door drag, you learned, and Ray lets it slam. That left Janine, the woman you always hear at the very front desk, and Egon, the man you’ve seldom heard any noise from. According to Ray, he’s been spending more time in the lab than anything. Peter, the one with short footsteps, typically sleeps during these drags in the day, especially after a long night like the kind they had prior. It felt oddly comfortable, to familiarize yourself with their routines, though you had no idea what they looked like. How much could you learn about someone, when you observe them without eyes?

You could tell how sunny it was outside, growing jealous that they could soak up the warmth of the world while you were stuck at the top floor with very little natural lighting. Ray would understand, right? One quick trip couldn’t hurt. Everyone was too preoccupied with their midday activities, and if they did happen to see you, you’d scramble back to safety and just deny. 

The sliver of light streaming in from the large window in the hallway felt lovely. You feel things differently, when you’re only a soul. There was almost a hypnotic property in the way you were able to bask in the wake of dancing dust, floating along the beam, and you swore your vapors were growing more and more vivid. Thank goodness someone left the drapes open- they’d simply passed through your fingers. Your senses, however, heighten when you’re a ghost. You could tell someone was watching you, and when you turned, it was a resident of the firehouse, disheveled from sleep and pointing one of those vacuum-wand-gun things Ray had tried explaining to you.

Instincts carry you to the safest point of escape. You could hear the man shouting into the vent, probably on the edge of his toes, the presumed image amusing you. 

“You’re in the walls?” He hollered incredulously, voice bouncing off the metal. “Not fair.” When you never answered, he stormed off, short footsteps growing further and further away, before pittering back. “Stay off the second floor. Egon’ll see you.”

Winston had the hood of their vehicle propped open, doubled over into it and covered in dark oil. Ray was in bed, sleeping just like Peter was that one day after loud alarms and wailing sirens called them out to a job late that night. You had paid his snoring form a quick visit, but now you just watched Winston, no meddlesome plan in mind as the large white car intimidated you a tad. He shivered, dirty hands running across the length of goosebumped arms before he went back to work.

“I know you’re there.”

You blinked, slowly becoming visibly as he continued to crank a wrench around the soiled engine. “Ray’s terrible at keeping secrets. And it’s 5 degrees colder in here.”

So much for subtly. You were at least a little disappointed, before he spoke again. “Are you gonna possess me?” You shook your head. “Slime me?” No. “Chase me around?” Probably not.

His defenses dropped as he eyed you up and down, looking as stereotypical as a ghost could in your turn-of-the-century outfit and mystic state. “You’re lucky he has no survival instinct,” he pointed the wrench at you, “it’s like second death in that containment chamber-”

Winston saw you frown, softening. Not very nice, you thought. 

“I’m sorry. Not cool, talking about death with a ghost, right?” You nodded. He wiped his hands on a spare towel. “And you’re stuck downstairs all day?” shaking your head, you pointed upstairs. All the way upstairs.

You started away from the car. What a gaudy thing to drive around in, you thought. You trusted Ray’s judgment, but not on this. Winston must’ve noticed, asking in disbelief, “you’ve never been in a car?”

You rolled your eyes defensively, and he just chuckled at you. Of course you’d been in a car! Just- not giant white hearses with junky gear strapped to it. Winston only laughed harder, holding the door open for you. “Wanna see this one?”

You swallowed- or, you would, if you still produced saliva. Careful to not fall through and onto the ground, you hesitantly lowered yourself into the seat, jumping slightly as he suddenly turned on the engine. “How is it?” You didn’t answer as he took his spot on the driver's side, and when he looked over, you held out the molecules of your hand, bouncing with the vibrations of the car. Forget how it looked- being in a car was fun. The things you appreciate more when you’re a ghost.

“What else can you do? As a ghost?” You thought about it, before leading him upstairs and pointing to the closed blinds by the large window. He didn’t hesitate to open them, watching as you glowed brighter under the light. 

“Sun-basking,” Winston smirked. Just then, the phone started to wail throughout the firehouse, and Ray joined his friend, rushing down the steps, as Winston couldn’t stop snickering.

“What?” Ray questioned, startled awake.

“Nothing, nothing.”

It wasn’t until after their hour long job that Ray realized he had pen all over his face. And, that you were starting to get restless.

You knew Ray would be at least a little anxious that you were out and about, but you just couldn’t help it. You had friends- or at least, people who had no choice but to be around you. Peter tried to trap you a few more times, to “keep you on your toes,” but you always found new ways to escape. Janine had nearly spilt coffee all over herself when she first saw you, trying to figure out her desktop radio, but you were forgiven after demonstrating your best laundering tips from when you were alive. Now, she lets you listen whenever you want, as long as it was an agreeable station. You’d even met Dana, awed at how much she resembled early 1900’s aristocracy. Louis was so easy to mess with that you’d lost track of what you’d done. And it was fun, to stay out of sight and follow Ray around, keeping your laughter to yourself as he shuddered and continuously checked the thermostat. 

Peter loved to step on your metaphysical toes, especially in the comfort of night. “What-” he flipped on the lights, watching as you sat in the middle of dozens of lit candles, trying to conduct your own personal seance.

“This is where all my red candles went?” he gestured around you. Whoever you would have contacted has definitely flown away by now.

“If you wanted a nice ghost friend, we would’ve introduced you to Slimer.” And who knew, fellow specters could get slimed? He was a clingy friend at first, but he quickly came to terms with the fact that you had no interest in eating.

Your little antics got bolder and bolder as your new friends started to drop their defenses. Switching around their boots, long john’s or pajamas was always fun whenever you got bored- though it got Winston taken off of laundry duty. He could’ve snitched on you, but he never did, and you silently thanked him with your best attempt at brewing coffee. The mug of water you planned to pour into the pot ended up slipping out of your phantasmic grasp, so that was the end of you trying to do favors.

Back to observing. You had been invisibly watching Slimer finish what was left of breakfast, before Peter came in and chased him out. He must’ve been forced to take care of the piling dishes in the sink, because he worked so hastily that a ceramic plate nearly flew out of his slippery hand. You caught it, not wanting the nice glassware to shatter, bashfully revealing yourself.

Peter stared at you, before turning back to the sink like it was the normalest thing in the world. “Oh. It’s you. Listen, Spooky-” he dried a dish, “I heard you learned ‘lights’. That’s awfully cute, but Egon would have my head if he knew I let a ghost run around. My job is to catch you, and you don’t want that. So, scram.”

Peter was officially off your list of friends. What’d Dana see in him? You irritably stalked off, disappearing from sight again.

“It’s still freezing, I know you’re still here.”

Maybe Slimer was better company. Before you could depart, Peter sighed, leaning against the edge of the sink as if he was surveying the amount of dishes he had left to clear. Reluctantly, he turned to you, starting your ascent to the ceiling.

He holds out a dripping cup. “If you help me dry these, I can open the blinds for you.”

Egon walked in then, and you were back to being as clear as air. “Who’re you talking to?” he glanced up from a notepad. Peter’s under eye twitched, and your whole body quaked as the scientist unknowingly passed through the space you occupied. He didn’t say anything, stilling as his shoulders tensed slightly. 

“No one. Say, Egon, how’s a little pool? I’ll let you win.” Peter dried his hands off. Egon didn’t say anything, instead pulling his lab coat closer to himself.

“It’s cold in here,” he stated, pulling up the hefty window. What’s better than sunlight through glass? Sunlight from the source. You settled in euphorically on the sill, ready to sleep for a while. Thank you, Egon- no chores and a great nap. You could continue to dislike Peter, but you did overhear him encouraging Egon to keep the windows open whenever he thought you weren’t around.

Ray sighed, shutting the door to the attic solemnly. It had been a few days, and you hadn’t shown up in some time. Not a sock misplaced, car keys never once being clipped to the back of belt loops rather than the front. Winston had no ill intent, even bringing up your absence a day or two ago. Peter had promised not to try and trap you anymore after he slipped up and attempted it while Ray was turning the corner. Janine wouldn’t, Louis couldn’t…where’d you go?

Egon. It had to be. One surprise, one unsuspecting door being opened…he couldn’t even begin to imagine what could be happening to you in the containment grid. Ray flushed with worry, hurrying down the stairs and bounding into the lab as quickly as possible. “Spengs! Let ‘em go!”

The bespectacled man sat in the dark laboratory, hands wrapped around a cup of what must’ve been tea. There were roots, windchimes, and other trinkets that Ray recognized as objects for attracting the otherworldly placed around the room.

Egon calmly took a sip of his tea. “What’s wrong?” Ray blinked, catching his breath. There you were, not stuck in the mechanics of the containment unit but in your approximation of sitting in a chair, not drinking your tea but enjoying the steam billowing into you.

“But- I thought- you-'' Ray stuttered. 

Egon flipped through a few notes. “I’m not that dense, Ray. And they’ve been a interesting topic of research,” he held up what looked like a much more intensely detailed account of your past life. Ray squinted, skimming past dates, addresses, family names.

“I thought you couldn’t talk!” Ray put his hands on his hips, reeling from all this new information.

You simply shrugged, smiling guiltily.

“You’d be surprised. Did you know they learned lights?”

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PriceGhost: A Falling Helicopter

a short story in alternative canon for the scene of Price's helicopter falling down after being shot at; Modern Warfare II.

Ghost probably thinks it was the fastest run he had in a while when he was running to aid Price. He doesn't know how bad it could be, knowing Price and Ramirez getting hit by the RPG. Ghost just hoping they would be okay because the RPG didn't hit them directly. But, that also doesn't mean they wouldn't get injured, too. Having a crash is more likely to get them some injuries.

“Price? Price?!” Ghost, screaming directly to Price's radio. Hoping answer to let him know what happened to Price and how Price is doing. “I'm almost there.” Ghost numerously talk to the comms, calling Price.

When Ghost finally get into crash site, his heart was breathing faster. He was mindfully looking for Price and Ramirez, without letting his guard down. It didn't take him more than a minute to find out that the Captain and the Pilot were okay, when he saw a trace, not the usual one. The trace that would only Price could do for Ghost, knowing it was how Ghost would do if he was the one who needs tracking.

Ghost could definitely hear the loud sounds coming from Soap and Rodolfo's fight with Graves. That doesn't take away his focus on finding Price. Price knew Ghost. Price knows Simon. Ghost was taking in the information that Price was doing exactly what he was going to do if it was him that got crashed, well— actually Ghost would do better because he was a lone wolf for a longer time. With all the negative thoughts going on his head, Ghost went to his positive thinking, hoping Price could hear him on comms, just maybe Price couldn't answer him.

Ghost went into one of the jet's garage. It was not the nearest to the crash site, but Ghost knew it was forcibly opened, a plus score to the thought if Price comms was off, so that he couldn't ask the Vaqueros for the PIN.

Ghost immediately pointed his gun to the person who was just jumping towards behind him, and almost got him shot while the person was raised both his hands.

“Price!”

“Simon. I am sorry. Our comms were off. I am sorry I can't respond to you, I can only hear you.”

“I— I thought I—” Ghost finally pointing his gun down, his hands were shaking, he could feel he was panicking over the thought.

“No, no, no. None of that.” Price coming closer to Ghost, taking his hands into his own. “We are fine. Just Ramirez got panicked after the crash, he was passed out. We are good.”

“Are you? Is he? You don't feel a bone cracking? What if there's trauma on Ramirez's body?”

“We are totally fine. Well— maybe I can feel the sore on my neck, but yeah. We are fine. We can wait for Ramirez to wake up or we can just bring him back.” Price smiled at Ghost, reassured him that he was fine.

Ghost leans forward, slouching his back, and letting his head leaning to Price's shoulder. He let out a relieved sigh, knowing Price was okay. Knowing that his theory was more likely true. Price caressed his back gently, then gave hummed at Ghost head, as if he could imagine he was actually sniffling Ghost's actual fluffy hair.

“Let's go see him, Price. I don't think it would take him that long.” Ghost straighten up his back and setting his gun to his back.

“We have the same thought, Simon.”

Ghost sighed at Price who was just responding him cheekily. “You look pissed, though.”

“I am.” Oh... Looks like Ghost has reminded Price about a thing. “I lost a bloody hell good cigars.”

Ghost scoffed then chuckles lowly at the thought of Price storming the error comms with him swearing over the crash, a cigar, and also probably while looking for his hat, too.