#he made a dirty joke and went along with it for far too long. like... a dirty joke is supposed to stay a joke dickhead

[1nan0th3rl1f3]

great I've gotten to the "psychoanlyzing a char.ai" stage of things,,, istfg

[supernaturallyedsheeran]

Baited

Summary: In a moment of frustration and after a hunt gone wrong, your anger leads you into the clutches of demons; using you as bait to lure the Winchesters.

cw : fem!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, alcohol use, typical injury and blood, no use of y/n, characters Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, f!reader wc: 2941 famdom: Supernatural

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"When someone says 'I got it' that usually means they got it." You huffed your way out of the impala, slamming the door behind you.

"Hey hey hey, take your anger out somewhere else, not on baby" Dean half heartedly joked, stroking the roof of his car.

"Listen, I didn't hear you, I was trying to help." Sam struggled out of the car, wincing in pain as his shoulder slowly seeped with blood. "May I remind you, you shot me?" He raised his brows, trying to make a point, losing the argument.

"Dude." Dean gave him a look; something along the lines of, keep your mouth shut, you're making it worse.

"C'mon its not like it was all my fault!" Sam hurried after you into the motel, determined to not let the night end in a failed hunt and a fight.

You threw your stuff down on the shaky wooden table, and turned to face Sam, with your hands in the air. "Listen, I know I'm not as trained, or as knowledgeable as you two are for hunting, but Sam. I HAD that Vamp. You knew I did. You stumbled in the way trying to get it before I could. And it got away because of you." Your teeth gritted, flickering between Sam's eyes and his wound. "I'm not in the wrong Sam - just admit you are." You couldn't help but feel the anger rising up inside you - you wanted to get away to cool off.

"Alright I'm - I'm sorry, but I still think ---" Sam was cut off by his brother brushing past him and giving him a death stare. Again, silently warning him to just shut up and call it a night.

"Sam!" you shouted. I don't care what you think right now, I'm pissed, I'm annoyed and I just want to get as far from you as I can." Your words stung as they came out but you knew you meant them. The air, thick with silence, Sam just shook his head in agreement and let you brush past him out the door. "Hey where you going?" Dean shouted after you.

"For a drink." You yelled back.

"Can I come?" He pleaded, not wanting to be left behind with his brother. "No!" You yelled back, finally having walked far enough away down the road to not hear his reply.

"This is your fault. I don't get to go drink because of you." Dean huffed past Sam into the motel room, and threw himself on the bed. Sam concluded he wouldn't see you til the morning and went back inside to nurse his wounds.

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After walking for around 20 minutes you finally came across a dirty old trucking bar that seemed more lively than it should have been for a Tuesday night. The giant neon sign outside, flicking sadly against the cool air read "Stella's Place" - it probably ran as a bar, but made most of it's money off lonely truckers wanting to find someone to bed for the night...at the right cost.

You found your way inside, pushing through too many bodies huddled together on the dance floor - loud music pumping, the bass in your chest evening out your breath from the anger you had raged earlier. Finding an empty seat at the bar, you managed to quickly order a shot of jack, and then settled to stay with that drink for the night. Once the alcohol had warmed you, you felt your body relax, tension from your shoulders, and jaw dissipating. Your thoughts slowly coming back together as you ran, and re ran the scenario of tonights events back in your head, confirming you were in the right and that Sam was wrong for ruining your shot. Letting out a loud sigh you closed your eyes, and threw back the rest of your drink, the bartender coming back to fill it again. "Long day?" A man had slid into the open seat next to you - leaning away from you, as to not intrude on your space.

"You have no idea" You state flatly, throwing back another shot.

"Let me buy you another round, and you can tell me all about it." He said - his dark hair, dark eyes reminded you vaguely of Dean...but this man was not as muscly, and had a sharper features than Dean's.

"Just so you know I don't 'work' here." You stated, putting the word work in air quotes. "I am not, a lady of the night" You said smirking.

"I hope not or my wife would kill me." He quipped back, grabbing the glasses from the bartender and raising one to you for a cheers. "I'm purely here to let off steam and help strangers do the same."

It could have been the alcohol, or the atmosphere of the place, but you didn't seem to mind this mans presence. You took the other glass and clinked it to his and you both downed your drinks.

You continued taking shots, at a much slower pace since you were already tipsy - the man and you talked back and forth about work and friends, relationships - just getting everything out on the table and letting each other off load their own pains and woes about your lives.

Your phone vibrated on the glossy bar top, bringing you back to reality after laughing loud - the alcohol failing to filter your noise levels. "Uhg." You grimaced disgustingly at your phone - a text from Dean asking when you'd be back as you had a job in the morning.

"Boyfriend?" The man asked, intrigued and full well knowing he'd get a truthful reply in your current state.

"One day maybe." You said - you even surprised yourself at that reply. "But no - coworker. Reminding me we have a job in the morning." You looked at the time on your phone. 2:23am. You replied hastily to Dean, not sure if you'd even made sense in your text. you 2:23am - cimnhg hime soon Dean 2:23am - Can you walk? you 2:24am - Illl b find Dean 2:24am - Call me if you need me to get you you 2:24am - no

You threw the phone back down on the bar, upside down so you wouldn't see if he replied back. Another sigh left your chest - you eyed the rest of your drink, knowing if you finished it you wouldn't be able to walk back to the motel.

"I can always take you back to the motel if you need. I was about to head out too anyways." The man offered, starting to get up out of his chair and putting his jacket on. "No, really that's fine. I'm a stones throw from the motel anyways, I need the cold air." You smiled back at him. "I appreciate you talking to me... I never got your name?" You questioned him

"Ah, no no. No names. It ruins the whole 'anonymity in the name of alcohol' thing... Or at least that's what I tell myself." He sounded like Sam when he said that. You furrowed your brows - annoyed but also grateful.

"you got it." You said back. He made his way out of the bar as you watched the crowds thin out more over the next half hour. You managed to chug down two glasses of water before deciding to slide off the bar seat and out into the cool night air. The parking lot was nearly empty, and you could see the faint glow of the orange motel sign just down the road - far enough away to be a task for you to walk to intoxicated - tempting you to call Dean for a ride.

"Hey, I didn't know you knew the Winchesters." A voice rose from the fog that veiled the cars in the parking lot - the voice you had been talking to for the last 4 hours.

"What?" You whipped around, your soul feeling completely sober, but your eyes failing to catch up to how fast you turned around.

"I said, I didn't know you knew the Winchesters." The man from the bar had gotten up from sitting on the front of a car and was making his way towards you.

"I don't know who you're -- " Before you could finish your lie, the man took out your phone from his pocket, wagging it in front of you.

"Hey, that's my phone" You stated flatly. Your heart began to race, you felt a chill run up your spine. You were too intoxicated to fight this man and you felt helpless.

"Obviously. I mean, I knew who you were from the get-go. But it's great to know you have such a secure line to the Winchesters." He dangled your phone in front of you, smirking evilly. This was definitely not the same man you had talked to for the last couple of hours.

"Who are you." You asked, beginning to back away in the direction of the motel.

"Oh, like the man said, names don't matter. I think this one specifically-" he gestured to himself "I think his names Marcus. A business manager from Sacramento. Truly does have a wife, but he's been missing for a few days now." He clicked his tongue and advanced slowly towards you, while unlocking your phone and opening your messages. "Good timing too." He started, turning your phone screen towards you, showing you texts he had sent to Dean, feigning to be you.

you 3:20am - come get me Dean 3:21am - your texts seem fine, you finally sober? you 3:21am - sober enough to know i need a ride, not enough to stop myself from saying Id give you a kiss for it Dean 3:21am - fine

Your eyes darted to the time on the phone; 3:30am It would take Dean no time to come here and get you.

"why did you call him here - what do you want?" You were determined to find out what he wanted. His black eyes flickered briefly. You heart sank.

"I really just want him to see you...disappear...." Just then, two more men appeared from behind the vehicle, both with starkly black eyes. The Impala crawled into the parking lot around the corner, the head lights shining on your back as you turned to face Dean, hoping to warn him before he left the car. The men walked to the front of the Impala and drew their guns, pointed directly at Dean Dean's eyes shifted from them, to you, and back, showing his hands in the air, unaware of what he just walked into. The man from the bar then came up from behind you, knife at your throat and began walking you backwards towards his car. "HEY!" Dean boomed from the impala. "Let her go!"

"Oh, Mr. Winchester, I would, but it seems you have been evading us for too long, and this is really the only way I can get your attention fully. So - be on standby, I will be reaching out to you shortly." The man yelled back Tears welled in your eyes, and your stomach was doing flips. You felt stupid, and naive. The fact that you had been talking to a demon for the past few hours and not realized it - letting him into your life and walking Dean right into his grasps. You eyes locked onto Deans for a last moment before you were hit in the head and you blacked out.

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"Sam get up we got to go." Dean rushed into the motel, flipping on the lights and throwing Sam's clothes at him on the bed.

"Whattime isit" Sam stuttered out, waking quickly from a deep sleep - his eyes glancing over to the clock on the bedside table. 3:45am. "I thought you said we didn't have to get up til later" He mumbled, slowly fumbling his way out of bed

"Yea well plans change when's Demons get involved." Dean grumbled, grabbing everything in the room and throwing it into a bag.

"What?" Sam rubbed his face, and started pulling up his jeans, scanning the room and noticing your absense. "She never came back from the bar." He stated flatly. "Dean where is she." Panic rose in Sam's voice - he was scared for you, and scared at the thought that your fight with him was the last interaction he could have had with you.

"She was about to - but apparently the Demons got there before she had the chance. They took her before I could get to her." Dean was done grabbing everything and stood towards Sam. "Meet me in the car. They got about a 20 minute head start but I know we can find her."

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You wake up in darkness... disoriented and dizzy. The sharp pain in your head is the first thing you register, a throbbing pulse that matches the erratic beat of your heart.

Your eyes flutter open, but you find yourself in a small cage inside a damp concrete room, with a small window only letting in a sliver of early daylight. You try to move, but the chains biting into your wrists send a jolt of panic through you, their cold, metal cutting into your wrists and ankles.

Something warm, sticky, and wet trails down your cheek; you taste the salt of blood in your mouth. A chill runs down your back as you realize you are barely clothed - your shirt and pants hanging, shredded from your body on the floor.

Screams bubble up in your throat—raw, desperate—before you can even think to stop them. “Let me out!” Your voice cracks, hoarse from the earlier screams, but you shout anyway. You have to.

A low chuckle breaks your echoing screams; thick and grating, from a corner of the room. You smell sulfer and in the blink of an eye, Marcus has joined you in your cage, kneeling beside you with a smirk playing on his lips.

“You think Dean's coming?” He sneers, and the words drip like venom. “He’s not. You’re nothing but a sacrifice.”

The chains rattle against the stone floor as you attempt to shudder free of them, lunging at the Demon, but failing. The chains tighten, pulling you up by your wrists, stretching you, forcing you to stand, hanging your body by your wrists out like piece of meat. A scream claws its way out of you, but your throat is raw, no longer able to give it the strength it needs.

The demon continues mocking—whispers from the shadows. “Sacrifices don’t get saved. Not this time.”

"What do you think I'm a virgin?" You try to delay the inevitable. "Sorry to wrong you there guy, but you can't sacrifice a non-virgin!"

You begin to get lost in your thoughts “Dean…” you manage, your voice barely a whisper, but it's the only word you can say. Where was he? Was he safe? Did they capture him too?

You recall his face. His rough laugh. His stubborn streak, the way he’d rush into danger without thinking, because that’s just who he was. Always a hero. Always your hero. You remember the way he’d looked at you, soft eyes behind that hardened exterior, the way he never let you go into a hunt alone. You couldn't help but flood memories of him in your mind, thinking you were on the verge of death.

They drag you out of your thoughts. “Oh not, a virgin sacrafice - a baited sacrifice. For the Winchesters." He breaths low - he knows they will do anything to protect one of their own.

A sudden rush of cold sweeps through the air, the sharp crack of something—someone—approaching, and for a second, a stupid, desperate hope flickers in your chest. But then you hear it: the familiar sound of a blade being unsheathed, the echo of a heavier footstep.

The demons tense. They know what’s coming.

It isn’t enough to make you feel safe.

You tug harder against the chains. “Dean!” you scream again, hoping that somehow, someway, he’s out there, just beyond the shadows. You don’t know if it’s possible. You don’t know if he can hear you. But you can’t stop calling.

The demons are still laughing, but they’re growing quieter now. The silence that follows is thick, and heavy.

Then you hear the unmistakable sound of a voice—gruff, deep, and unwavering.

“Let her go.”

You don’t even realize you’re crying until the tears blur your vision. The relief crashes over you like a wave, hot and fast, the raw edge of panic finally easing.

The demons growl, low and dangerous, but Dean’s voice rises over them, fierce and commanding. “I don’t care what kind of hellspawn you are. You want a fight? You’re gonna get one.”

And then you hear it—a sound so familiar that it makes your heart race with hope. The sharp crack of a shot. A demon screeching, followed by another. And another. The unmistakable sound of a fight unfolding.

You struggle against the chains again, your body aching, your mind racing. You need to get out. You need to fight. You need to—

And then you hear his voice again, this time so close it feels like he’s standing right next to you. “Hold on. I’m getting you out of here.”

The last thing you remember is the feeling of Dean’s rough but warm hands wrapping around your bare waist, his grip steady, pulling you through the darkness toward the light of safety. "I'm never drinking again." You stutter through the darkness of the concrete room as Dean guides you out "Not without me sweetheart." His green eyes flash down to yours, a smirk plays on his lips. "Now, about that kiss..."

[onyourhyuck]

LOWLIFE. | L.DH | PART 4

— Prologue: “It’s simple, Y/n.” He leans in his lips inches away from your face. “You don’t want to tell me the truth then we’ll have to go through this the hard way.” He smirks and pushed you even more against the wall. “Until you cry…” His voice was soft suddenly as if he was sweet talking you right now but you knew deep down he meant every word.

— Summary: Where your childhood enemy found your diary one day where you wrote all your dirty thoughts about Lee fucking Haechan.

— Genre: Smut. Dub-con. Stalker Haechan. Haechan’s the biggest red flag. Everything is consensual but it’s very dark here. Haechan’s very mean and he doesn’t care a lot. Hair pulling. Dominant Haechan. Pussy slapping. Overstimulation play. Degradation. Slight praise. Jealous and possessive Haechan. Y/n is a masochist. Haechan’s very much the sadist here. Mention of Jaehyun. Mention of Diary. Blackmailing.

— Notes: I am so sorry this took so long to publish. I am on holiday 😭 I have a lot of work to publish still oml.

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Its been weeks since you and Donghyuck made contact in any form. There was no life between the two of you. For some reason you couldn’t face Donghyuck not after what you guys did. Usually you would be okay the next with seeing Donghyuck pretending like nothing happened but not after this one. The situation that went in hand was something else. Not only did he get upset with you. He also said things that made you think a lot.

Made you realise that you might be in this one sided situation all along with feelings that are becoming unhealthy. Whenever your classes were mixing the both of you together neither of you spoke but it seems like you were avoiding him more than he was. At least he made some eye contact with you in some moments when he was talking to you, but you completely aired him and that could only cause him to be taken aback by your actions. Your presence usually was very much attached to him like a hard glue and now you’re a floating water who doesn’t even acknowledge him. What’s happened to you? Donghyuck was left becoming slightly confused and less by the minute he grew upset that you’re the one who’s ignoring him.

Everyone knows that Donghyuck was the one leading you on, even his two friends, Jeno and Jaemin knew he was simply using you. But now that you seem to have a mind of your own, you’re no longer under his command and control it seems like you broke out and you don’t want to have this one-sided thing anymore. Not even the diary makes you feel like you’re threatened by his blackmail. And so Donghyuck was the one feeling gruntingly attacked and frustrated by you and your actions.

It is ironic in a way, you were the one chasing him all those years trying to be his friend, trying to show your love and adoration for him and when he never gave a second thought about it, you disappeared from that view of being a crazy obsessed little girl now. You’re no longer that person, or at least you’re trying to move on from him and his toxic ways. Now Donghyuck feels compelled to chase you without a single thought running in that head of his. It made him think that perhaps he went too far with you? Maybe he did something you didn’t like and that leaves a sour taste and smell in his mouth just by thinking about that. He doesn’t even know why he was worried if he did something that you weren’t comfortable with.

It’s not like he cared before, so why should he care now? Donghyuck really wasn’t understanding himself and his stupid thoughts. He only had you on his brain nowadays ever since you keep on avoiding and dodging him wherever he goes. Even if he purposely tried to cross paths with you somehow, you turn your back to him and go the other way. What kind of person does that?

He feels some type of hatred for you, but not the hatred you’re thinking. He hates that you’re making him feel this many things he shouldn’t even be feeling. Was this guilt? Was this some sort of joke you’re doing this to him? He feels hurt. Donghyuck had never been the type of guy to feel bothered when he’s ignored he goes about his day and thinks it is what it is.

But when you’re doing this it’s difficult. He can’t move past this, so he wants to do something about it.

You’re listening to music as you’re walking past the school corridors now. You wore your usual school uniform and your hair was in a little low bun today. You could’ve be bothered doing a fancy hairstyle today and leaving it down wasn’t really fitting your mood right now so you decided to do an up do and just go about your day, move on, and as you’re listening to your playlist you go on the phone to press shuffle so another song can play on your headphones; as your fingers gently click the screen, you feel yourself bump shoulders with someone and your eyes widen as you look at the tall figure. He was handsomely dressed neatly and he looks very smart and kind. He had light coloured hair and pale skin, he looks like an upperclassman.

Your eyes widen ever so lightly realising you bumped into him and you grew embarrassed so you only bow your head ready to say something complicated because your voice was coming out like a stuttering mess. “I’m s-so sorry oh my god are you okay? You’re not hurt right…” your voice trails off at the end going quiet because you’re busy checking for any signs of injuries the older boy might have, but he lets out a soft chuckle and shakes his head.

You can’t change the feeling of being validated because the boy was asking how are you, he was quite bigger than you, and he was worried you might’ve broke your shoulder or something which he didn’t want happening.

“It’s okay, no worries, really.” He said and then looks at you up and down checking your body from just a little moment to check for any injuries too. “You’re not hurt right? I can take you to the nurse infirmary if you’d like.” He offers gently and you can’t help but smile ear to ear. No one has ever been this kind to you and even offered to take you to the nurse to get you checked out. He seems very polite— and gentlemen like. You somehow feel your heart skipping many beats at the handsome boy.

The boy can’t help but feel like your smile was surpassingly cute. You seem like a young innocent girl who doesn’t have many friends but he liked that considering you were so kind and emphatic. He likes your attitude especially how kindly you’re giving your time to check on him too.

You look down at your body and give him a soft approving nod. “I’m fine. Good as new still.” You tell him and he was quite happy about that. “What’s your name? I don’t think I’ve recognised you.” He was a senior so it’s quite known for him to know other juniors in the school however he has never ran into you and that’s probably because you prefer being a shadow. You don’t really like speaking to people in school, unless you have to. You don’t really like interacting if you’re being honest.

You’re always the quiet girl and you don’t mind that. You prefer it being that way since it’s easier to be quiet than to deal with people all the time. You learned that the hard way. Nonetheless Jaehyun seems pretty cool and you can’t help but feel yourself introducing to him.

“Y/n. I’m in Class 3E…” You murmur as you turn your eyes around the class door number in the distance and Jaehyun lets out a soft ‘ahhh’ as he now knows you’re a junior. His junior more like. “It’s nice to meet you Y/n. You’ve got a pretty name. I’m Jung Jaehyun.” His hand comes forward and you stare at it for a moment and you can’t help but smile if anything you were smitten over Jaehyun’s friendly demure he makes you feel safe.

And it certainly boosted up your low and tired mood. You shake his hand softly and then the hands let go unattaching themselves as they share a momentarily contact. Jaehyun smiles. “Y/n do you want to exchange socials? I think we get along quite well.” He beams and your face grew red with blush.

He wants to exchange your socials? He really said he wants to get to know you more and you’re just so bewildered. No one has ever asked for your socials before.

“I- oh yes okay, we can exchange socials I’d love to.” You say to him quickly as he was waiting for your time you seemed to be dazed in a way and he found that pausing reaction to be the cutest. So now your socials were exchanged when Jaehyun added your account and he smiles proudly. He was glad you wanted to give him your hand.

It just makes his heart ponder. You were very cute and you seem quite friendly and upbeat. Not many juniors he meets are like you. So he thought this might be fate he bumped into you today. You really cheered up his mood a lot.

And he cheered up your mood too it seems.

From the far on end distance would stand Donghyuck with a very glaring and dark expression almost like a dark cloud was over his head raining down on him and striking a blighted lighting down angrily. Hands tucked in front pockets as you and Jaehyun were walking now side by side and speaking. The way he hears your echoing laugh really bugs him and he wants to make it stop. Why was this bothering him so much more? He can understand you if you’re ignoring him and not speaking to anyone but if you’re ignoring him and now SPEAKING to someone he feels completely burned down like he was on fire, bathing in his anger.

Jaemin whistles as he knew his friends was enraged to the fullest and he enjoys seeing Donghyuck so upset. He told him before, that you were a keeper and you were only going to keep attracting men towards yourself. Because let’s be honest here, Jaemin and the other boys found you extremely pretty but you’re also very rare. You look innocent, you have this very doe-like energy about you, but deep down you’re nothing like that and that’s exactly what makes people like them so interested in you. They like that you’re coming out with two different sides to yourself.

He sighs patting Donghyuck’s shoulder. “Wow you got dumped by your pet.” The boy glared at his friend and slapped his hand away. “I didn’t get dumped.” He retorts back with a emphasised hiss. “She will come back crying to me. Watch her do that.” He said trying to be convincing but now it’s been a few days almost a week since you’ve been avoiding him; Jaemin and Jeno were really set on the idea that you’re not gonna come back anytime soon.

However his friends would not mention anything back and instead let Donghyuck huff in his own anger boiling over like an overflowing bathtub full of scorching water. He feels so much pressure in his head the fact you’re speaking to other guys as well now but you’re not speaking to him? It just hurts him knowing you’re not in his control and now all he wants is to have you back, being devoted to him.

“I will make you regret this Y/n.” He told himself. He vows to make you come back on your knees begging for forgiveness to spare you some if he can find any.

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You’re walking down the street not doing particularly much except being on your phone scrolling. You press on the Spotify icon and play your playlist that you spend your dedicated time making for yourself whenever you leave the house or go to school. You can’t go anywhere without listening to music, it’s like your life is based on around this playlist everywhere you go now and you’re not complaining. You have quite good music taste. Nonetheless you now make your way looking over the streets seeing cars driving past. It seems to be a traffic today. It’s raining quite badly too, it’s been gloomy these past days, you can’t help but think it’s to do with your mood too. Because now the weather is depressed and ever since you stopped communicating with Donghyuck, avoiding him at all costs, the weather goes sour. You try not to paint these coincidences to your situation. It might make you even more hung up on the idea that your silent treatment is too far. But you can’t just ignore what he said to you.

The words haunt you forever, even till now this day every night you’re hearing him repeat it to you like a religious mantra you couldn’t push out your brain. “You’re nothing but entertainment for me you do know that? The only reason I’m keeping you around is for your body.” He said those words to you, those horrible words that share nothing but your grief and your own one sided thoughts out down the drain. You wouldn’t believe him at first but you cannot shake the feeling these words have you.

You try your best to move on. But it’s like half of his heart is yours nowadays you feel not alive without him. You try to tell yourself time is the best healer, you need time apart, you need to move on and forget him already.

At least that’s your plan.

You break your own thoughts overtaking your reality and when you bring yourself forward snapping out of all overthinking you do you realise a car honking at you all this time. You look at them with a nervous apologetic smile and cross the road. They seemed quite upset with you, you didn’t realise they were making time to have you cross over, you got stuck in your own head: again. You want to sigh how much your own thoughts were drugged by this situation. You try not to think anymore. It’s bad enough that you stood there keeping a car waiting for you to snap back to the real moment.

Crossed over now, you walk down the another long road leading the neighbourhood opening. You see a bunch of houses similar to yours. The neighbourhood is quite similar in all designs the house provide. You couldn’t help but shake the feeling of the rain dropping down on your forehead now, against your glasses. You curse and take your glasses off wiping the water droppings by the hem of your sweater. “Great it’s raining…” you mutter at the horrible weather. You decide to put your bag over your head and start walking in the rain. Your school uniform wasn’t warm enough for this bad weather.

It’s meant to be near-summer why is it so rainy? You beg the rain stops but it seems to be getting worse now and you couldn’t help but wonder if this was some sort of accident happening to you. You listen to the heavy racket the rain makes against your cute leather backpack you bring to school, it was heavy and it starts to rattle like a glass on top of a washing machine when it’s washing a bunch of clothes in circulation.

The wind was blowing hard working with the ridiculous weather conditions. You swore the forecast is never correct. You start to think there is no point watching it if it is never correct about the weather throughout the day.

The downpour was so heavy that to be caught by surprise by it meant being drenched to the skin. Soaking every fabric to the skin like it was a piece parting of your body. Every droplet of water coming down on your beautiful hair submerges to your roots, wetting it, curling every strand of hair up. The gravity was thick and the petrichor smell of the rain surrounding the trees and the flowers fills your nostrils like the heavenly earth filling the air. The weather was a rollercoaster you couldn’t ride without the risk of becoming drowned into the ocean like a tsunami engulfs everything in the same way. It was so bad that you have no choice but to continue walking and accept this weather to your forsaken day and deal with it. You had to suck it up, and pray you don’t get sick in the process. You can’t help but admire how the cars driving on the road wipe the windowsill while they drive, or the houses getting wet and dirty by the heavy rainstorm.

The eerie feeling brushes down your spine. It’s like someone was watching you now that you made your way further you see your house nearby but now the, the moment your hips turn round to your side of the neighbourhood you live at. You feel two pairs of eyes on you. It was a weird thought that ran to your head. Why do you feel like you’re being followed?

It might be your paranoia, because it’s raining, today was a bad day. You feel quite gloomy too.

But the feeling was too strong to ignore. You turn around and look around the distance. You see zero people and a few cars driving past the road down. You don’t see anyone, but you swore you felt someone behind you watching you specifically. Maybe you felt like you were followed from the start but now you’re starting to grasp that.

You feel your throat going dry. “It’s probably nothing…” you whisper checking around with your eyes again just to out some reassurance to yourself.

Your feet turn around the heels and now your eyes widen as you were met with a dark gaze, a taller boy towering over you completely and you feel your skin growing deathly pale. Why have your legs gone completely numb at the sight of the boy you dread and love at the same time? Why was your brain half flight have fight? And why was your lips open wide but nothing coming out?

It turns out the creepy feeling of being stalked wasn’t so untrue afterall. You were followed all along by Donghyuck. From the moment school has ended he’s been travelling in your shadows and you were a fool to not even realise until your eyes took the surroundings in. Donghyuck knew you wouldn’t be able to notice him because of your earbuds in and that music of yours kept you busy for half a while. It’s a shame though, your priceless reaction wasn’t enough for him. Usually your silence was something he encourages.

But not today. Today he wants to hear you very much scream.

Donghyuck standing with a dark hood up covering most of his face but from where you stood and where your height was at you could see the dark grey cold eyes of his gazing into yours like it was your last warning. You might need a miracle to escape him now, you think to yourself. The feeling of your stomach turning and getting a cramp drags your senses to heighten maximum. He leans down whispering, crowing at your dumbfounded eyes and mouth wide agape like you were so shocked to see him standing right there in front of you. “What’s wrong Specs, got no where to run off to now?” Donghyuck mocks you down right back to your knees.

Your eyebrows rose at each insult he throws at you and you fiddle with your fingertips, the heavy rain covers your palms that dropped to your sides and your feet stopped working. You try to make yourself run, you try to do anything but you couldn’t do anything even if you tried your body stopped functioning. You wonder if it’s fear or if it’s excitement.

“D-Donghyuck… what are you… did you follow me h-here?” You want to curse. You want to be told to get your shit together but you can’t.

The sound of your voice aroused Donghyuck with the most intense and propounding cruelty to do to you. It’s the way your sweet voice breaks half way each word. You drag on your words at emphasis of your own fear he injects inside your body. Donghyuck very much loves the effect he has on you by just standing in front of your eye sight view. He wonders, if you get so stuck by watching him, what will you be like when he gets his hands on you finally after so freaking long?

You’ve been ignoring him for too long. Donghyuck wants to teach you a lesson on what happens when you ignore him. And it’s not going to be a very kind lesson. He ran out of kindness for you a while ago. “Clever girl.” He said, even though it’s a praise, it was a condescending comment that wasn’t a true meaningful compliment to you. Donghyuck trails forward grabbing your wrist that’s soaking with the rain, letting drops of rain on the ground by your cold and red fingertips. He spoke with a devilish smile. “I believe we have things to discuss, Y/n.”

You’re about to protest but the minute he saw you getting ready to say many things along the lines of saying no to him he just starts dragging you without giving you any chance to reject this moment away. Donghyuck can’t handle another moment of you ignoring him and he’s about to show you why you can’t do this to him. He was meant to be the sole reason of your affection and obsession, and he won’t let some stupid senior in upper class take that away from him.

You are meant to be his and only his. Donghyuck doesn’t like sharing what is his with someone who be doesn’t like. And even if he liked Jaehyun a little bit he wouldn’t of given you to someone like him anyways.

Usually Donghyuck wouldn’t be like this with you. He could care less about who you get and speak with. But now it’s different. Something within him changed and the boy was no longer something you could understand, he can’t even understand himself. You found yourself getting pushed inside Donghyuck’s front door to his house which wasn’t too far away from your neighbourhood. Either way you didn’t want to be in his house. The last time you were here you did things you want to forget. It just makes your stomach remember the things you guy do. The things he did to your body which is hard to forget.

You turn to the door that shut when he walks inside closing it behind. You gulp taking a step backwards. The both of you are soaked from your head to toes. Donghyuck can see your wet eyelashes, he found them more beautiful than before, and it was angering him that he was admiring your face that he couldn’t even see due to you ignoring him so long. It felt like a relief washed over his body when he finally saw your face. He found it more beautiful than last time. Maybe you were always this beautiful, but he never quite took notice until now.

And it’s killing him. He’s viewing you differently.

Donghyuck doesn’t understand where it all changed. When it all changed. Why it all changed.

“Donghyuck I don’t want to… I don’t want to speak to you.” You finally tell him when the courage in your heart and body was found. You’re even surprised you have the guts to tell Donghyuck this. What surprised you even more is that the boy wasn’t responding. Was he admiring you? You thought it was strange how quiet he is while facing you with a different pair of eyes watching you from another point of view low. You can’t help and shake this weird change.

Nonetheless you were now pressed against a wall with your wet clothes. The school backpack belonging to you fell somewhere on the ground. It was wet, every part of you was wet actually and his face shivering from how cold your bodies were when the rain was pouring down outside on you. “I think you’re lying Y/n.” Donghyuck spoke in a very low but soft voice as his hand caressed down your jawline and to your chin. You pull your face away trying to escape all those little touches he does to try and hypnotise you.

You feel his hot breath and low voice so irresistible to you that it is hard to ignore. You’re surprised you have even this much restrain in yourself because you feel quite weak whenever it comes to him. Even Donghyuck was now amused by your response. It is very different now. He’s enjoying your playing hard to get persona now.

He smirks seeing you completely dodge the touch his hands made against your soft beautiful skin on your face. “You don’t need to lie to me… let’s stop this push and pull game alright, before it gets messy.” He warns you deeply now.

Although Donghyuck was using his sweet voice on you. You feel so crushed by this and you narrow your eyes at the boy in front of you. He was like a shadow in front of you. So unpredictable. So untouchable and absolutely maddening to you and your self consciousness.

He poisons you and every right decision. He makes you do the wrong choices but they feel so right all the time. You can’t shake this feeling when you’re feeling your cherish able heart beat to every thing Donghyuck does to you. It’s like your heart feels so much more alive, when you are around him.

You feel your teeth stick together as you spoke out to him once again, you heard him say this, that you’re lying about not wanting to speak to him. He wasn’t wrong. But you can’t do this cycle with him, the words he said to you haunt the back of your mind up until now. “I am not lying, Donghyuck, I don’t want to speak to you.” You tell the boy in front of you. Donghyuck let’s out a quiet low snicker. “Oh yeah?” He said leaning down to your face. He can see a reflection of himself become enlarge in your wet glasses.

He gentle smirks. He found this new side of you to be quite entertaining. Donghyuck can’t help but think he’s going to have fun getting the truth out of you now. “I guess we will be here for a while now.” You heard him suggest.

“What?” Your innocent voice lets out quietly in the silence and dark hallway as your back is pressing on like a cement statue browsing on the wall against it while Donghyuck is a towering figure watching you with his glowing enticing eyes. Watching like a predator found a new sign of prey they cannot let go off. He finally found you again all to himself — he won’t stop now. Not now that you’re looking so beautiful with your fearful expression he sees while your glasses and your wet curls are there enchanting him. He must say he was a fool for not realising how pretty you look now.

It seems like you are confused. Donghyuck’s voice trails like an incoming train ready to take a roll ahead on the railway tracks ahead. It hit you like a hard brick when he goes to explain exactly the tiny little steps he will do now. “It’s simple, Y/n.” He leans in his lips inches away from your face. “You don’t want to tell me the truth then we’ll have to go through this the hard way.” He smirks and pushed you even more against the wall. “Until you cry…” His voice was soft suddenly as if he was sweet talking you right now but you knew deep down he meant every word.

You held your breath in when Donghyuck engulfs you into a passionate kiss that seems so loving at first. You were shocked he could kiss you in such a way. He was possible of kissing and treating you so nicely even if it was for a moment you feel yourself forgetting this was Donghyuck with the way he kissed you. When your lips touched his it felt so foreign. He made sure to take his time with you but at the same time there was hints of impatience and quickness. It was sweet, but dangerous at the same time. It’s like he wants your love, he was your love on him and only him. But you couldn’t help yourself but lean your head against the wall as Donghyuck’s hands brace themselves on your jawline holding it. The thumbs on the side press on your cheeks opening your mouth a little more access so he can slip inside his hungry tongue, ready to explore you in another hundred different ways.

Your thoughts all consist of many things such as: ‘This isn’t Donghyuck,’ or ‘Who was this boy?’ And you wonder the same thing. Donghyuck seems like a different person now and the mayhems he was brewing were over the top of the kiss when he pressed in deeply against your lips now. He made sure to kiss you so deeply your breath was sucked out of your body and you were feeling weak enough for your knees to tremble where you stood pressed latching on the wall that he made you go on. Donghyuck closed his eyes tight savouring his lips on yours. It was like a longing for him.

He loves hearing your little moans when he starts to lower his lips on your bottom lip pulling it apart lightly and then sucking on the exposed skin. He leaves a reddish love bite on it when the process was over and you groan closing your eyes as your head leans back against the wall. Donghyuck shifts the attention away from your mouth and now on your neck. The smell of your curly wet hair reminds him of the earthly rain outside, he didn’t hate it on you, the petrichor smell. Donghyuck’s tongue crawls down your skin on your neck, pressing wet kisses on it now. You feel your entire body going into a frenzy of shivers and pleasure. “Tell me you want more?” Donghyuck smirks as he still keeps his goal in mind.

You clench your eyes tight. “No.” You firmly told and Donghyuck smirks liking that you didn’t give in at all. Usually you wouldn’t waste a moment. But now you, you weren’t head over heels rushing in completely to him. Donghyuck was left thinking if you were doing this because of that senior earlier, Jaehyun, it fills him with some bad vibes from you. It would be a problem if you fell for someone that wasn’t him.

“Why?” He croaks against your neck now as he lifts his head up facing you with a dark glare. “Why, Y/n?” He asked once again with a snarl. You furrow your eyebrows, as you remember what happened the last time. You had the urge to tell him.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to explain why. You wonder if he would even care about it. And so you would rather stay with your own thoughts and not put the energy and effort to tell Donghyuck.

Donghyuck heard your lack of response and so, he starts to make scenarios up. He will know by your reactions if it was true or not anyways. He can read you like an open book when he catches you red handed. “It’s because of that senior isn’t it?” He comes closer to your face. “Jaehyun, right?” Your eyes brush against his now that he came closer saying Jaehyun’s name.

You furrow at the words as you’re now realising that Donghyuck was jealous. You couldn’t believe it. He was. Someone who would never be jealous was now jealous when it came to you and it sends your heart into some sort of pride overload.

“You’re jealous?” You say back with your eyebrows moving up on your forehead. Donghyuck glares at you. “I am not.” He said gritting his teeth at you. You push back with your words now. “You are. How did you know Jaehyun and I are friends?” You blurt out and Donghyuck looks down at you pulling on your hair gently, he tugs it and moves you around on the wall.

“I saw you.” He said simply and you grunt against the hair pull letting out a soft wince. You look up at Donghyuck, he was jealous, you saw it when his eyes tremble as you questioned him earlier. “You’re getting too comfortable thinking you can do and say what you want, Y/n, i would never get jealous.” He grits his teeth once again. “And even if I did get jealous, I have every right to.” He said brushing the free hand against your cheek. “Because you’re mine, no one else’s.” He seers in a rather greedy way. You never seen him like this before.

It didn’t take a moment for Donghyuck to lift your skirt. Instead of taking all your clothes he only rolled up your skirt taking a look at your black panties and he smirks watching your cheeks go red as he looks up at your eyes. He brushed over his hand. The clothed clit touching the very thin fingertips and you let out a little bit of a wince and a nudge. He saw you react quite well and he happens to enjoy seeing the struggling expression when he cups your area again now fully. “This pussy is mine, not Jaehyun’s, Y/n.” He reminds you again as he slips off your panties. You weren’t even aware of how cold you are when the fabric leaves your body dripping to your ankles and the way his cold fingers insert themselves to your insides so well — it shocks you deeply.

“Cold… cold…! Donghyuck.” You yelp and he saw your eyes widen. Donghyuck’s eyes up watching them dilate when he pushed the fingers of his within your walls as he smirks ear to ear. The movements became frequent leaving your soaking walls to squeeze and squeak. Donghyuck is loving the sounds you make, similar to ocean waves, they go back and forth in his control movements. He likes being in charge of your body, a lot more than you realise. You’re against the wall with your leg up on the side as you’re getting your walls pressed and stretched out, you’re loving how he feels so deep within you. The idea of his cock being this deep or even more drives you insane. He whispers. “Admit it. You wanted me to come to you like this.”

“L-like what? Admit what.” You said back between your voices changing the sounds as the way you’re being used against the walls like this. It strikes your body with many different layers of emotions you cannot process all at once. Donghyuck smirks as he slowly leans in, keeping the two fingers now deeply buried in your cunt wet dropping like strings of thin and thick slime. He watches your juices fall down resembling the heavy rain outside on his fingers and down your thighs and the floor in his house. “Admit that you wanted me to reach out to you and speak to you first. Admit that you wanted me to get jealous when you spoke to Jaehyun today.” He stares into your eyes deeply serious. He spoke with full attention on you. He darkly slants to you. “Admit you wanted me to say sorry first, Y/n.”

Your body reacts to each syllable and words he spoke to you before your voice and mouth could even answer Donghyuck. Your walls clench and your juices pour out making his eyes go darker shades of brown as he watches the sight of light happen in front of him. He can’t help but think to himself that he will never ever get tired of seeing you orgasm so much over his hand like this. As you orgasmed you held in your last bit and Donghyuck smirks seeing you try to shorten your orgasm as it’s become too much all at once. The boy brushed his hand and slaps the top of your swollen clit. Your pussy flinches in the process and your orgasm snaps fully and you release entirely now that he slaps your pussy for a good two seconds. It didn’t take long for you to let go fully.

You murmur out in broken moans in all desperation now as he slaps your centre completely down below you shake. “Y-yes! I admit it! I- I wanted you to say sorry… a-and i wanted you to approach me…” you let out a sigh as he stops taking another glance at your reddish cheeks and your eyes full of overflowing pleasure, he smirks again, leaning in. “And?” He adds softly in a dark powerful and controlling tone.

Your eyes trembling meet his. “And… I wanted you to get jealous…” you admit softly as you look down at the mess you made on his hands. Donghyuck tauntingly pressed his fingers against your mouth making you taste yourself on your own face. “Clever girl.” He praised you once again. “So you do know how to listen after all…” he trails carefully at you.

“Legs up sweetheart. I’m not done with you yet.” Donghyuck goes grabbing your legs and needing you to cooperate you do exactly that weakly pushing yourself more on the wall and wrapping your legs round the waist. He unbuckled the clothes down to his ankles and looks down as his long harden length coming out instantly, springs up, your eyes focus on the way his tip getting sucked inside your wall makes you groan by how you’re watching him enter you so well. You never knew you could get returned to such a pleasuring moment. You told yourself you won’t do this again. But you lied and now you won’t even listen to your previous statements because you’re enjoying the way Donghyuck was rutting inside you like you’re nothing but something to be used of his own pleasures. He treats you with so much roughness but at the same time, something was different.

He was more possessive of you now. He was much more sweet about this too. He took his time with you here and you feel yourself getting overstimulated the more this continues. He held your hands against the wall as he rocks to your inner core. Your eye contact was made multiple times he even dazed into your eyes only to lean in to give you a deeply pleasing kiss. You weren’t sure what made him so much more expressive in this moment. He wouldn’t even express himself before, but now?

The more this went on Donghyuck wanted to hear specific words coming from your own mouth with your very own voice. He looks at you getting close to your climax and he was coming close too however he didn’t care about his own orgasm for once.

For once he cares about what you’re going to say when he suddenly stops moving and your orgasm was ticking at the door. You were literally itching to orgasm and you let out a frustrated sigh when your eyes faze over at Donghyuck.

You were confused as to why he stopped to torture you. Donghyuck stares deeply and your confusion was cleared up when he speaks now, revealing what exactly he wants from you.

“Maybe you should call Jaehyun to help you cum.” Donghyuck adds in a mean tone.

Your eyes widen at such a beckoning demanding answer he gave you. You panic and see him pulling back but your legs wrapped around his waist stop him from being able to leave your body completely alone. You grab his clothes with your hands now desperately shaking your head as you look like you’re about to cry.

He was glad to see this reaction. Tears. He always loved seeing you cry because of him, and it makes him proud.

Donghyuck laughs seeing your reaction a little darkly. “Why are you crying, Y/n? Do you feel what I felt now when i saw you and Jaehyun speaking but you refused to talk to me for so long?” He mockingly said to you and you close your eyes tightly as the tears fell down your cheeks. “I-I’m sorry please, please don’t leave me here, I want to cum so bad I wanna cum.” You blabber on so much he can see you’re losing your mind in the process.

“Tell me why you ignored me.” Donghyuck darkly asked you once again as he brushed his fingers around your body. You are so itching for your orgasm you can’t even get it anymore because he won’t move until you answer his questions.

You huff out. “Because this whole thing is one sided. You might think I’m just crazy obsessed with you but I love you…”

It feels weird to say it out loud. You never really said the three words to him before. The simple word ‘I love you’ is pretty much a new thing to him and you now and when you said those, Donghyuck’s eyes widen and lit up as he watches you.

“You love me?” Donghyuck treads carefully against your neck planting a few kisses on your skin. They cause you to shudder a little wave of electricity down your spine. “Oh Y/n… you think this is one sided?” He laughs a little now.

He brought his face and held your hands on your hips now pushing you deeper in causing you to let out a longevity of your moan echoing through the walls. Enough to even make his neighbours hear your cries and your moans mixing together like a heavenly carpet tapestry on the wall.

“There’s nothing one-sided about this in the beginning.” Donghyuck begins, now forcing a thrust inside you once. “Wanna know why?” He croaks with a little groan. You murmur a silent sigh into your palm as your eyes widen watching the ceiling get bigger with the first long thrust he gave inside. “Because I loved you first, from the very beginning since we were children, and when I left you…” He smirks watching your eyes widen in confusion as he reveals that all along he’s loved you, but then he left you alone so suddenly when he realised he loved you. You couldn’t shake that imagination anymore and you shake your head not believing him.

Donghyuck grins satisfied by your respond. “Not believing me?” He says with a short smirk. “Why do you think i’m here apologising for my actions here?” He stated and you open your mouth with a pant as he keep on thrusting your body into the wall you are pressed upon. “Y-you… loved me all along?” You said with shock running on your voice, wild and confused.

The bodies you pressed one another your orgasm snaps at the end and he can feel your juices pour around his cock pushing inside your pussy. He feels himself releasing now from his twitching tip all the muscles contract and he feels a long groan stringing out by his beautiful honey voice. He pressed his head against your shoulder grabbing your hips right as Donghyuck was dizzy from the large orgasm you made him get. Your body feels so amazing it creates a side effect for him.

“Y/n…” Donghyuck begins with a soft sigh. He pants as he raised his head up meeting yours again. “I’ll ask you once again, only one last time.” He says watching you with a pair of softer eyes.

You focus your all efforts on your eyes watching him with a clear vision. Donghyuck sees you are listening now and he clears his mind as he asked the final question.

“Do you still love a Lowlife like me?”

You see him waiting for your answer as if his life depends on it and now you give him a slow nod. You didn’t change your mind on Donghyuck, and now that he even reveals he left you because of his deep feelings for you, it makes your heart flutter. He was horrible all along to make sure you never knew how he feels. But little further in the end he was the one falling for you even more.

“Yes…” you say with your voice. Donghyuck’s ears perk up as you answer him vocally too and he leans closer kissing your lips only for a short moment before pulling away. He held on to your thighs you wrapped around his body.

He loves the taste of you, who seems to be a biggest Lowlife he knows now, for loving him all along too.

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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 8 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You run into the last person you wanted to see in Annapolis, which leads to you and Bradley fighting over the phone.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing and smut

Length: 4600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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"Oww!!" You were trying your best to keep it together as your friend Caleb gave you your first tattoo. But you weren't sure if the location was extra sensitive, or if you were just a gigantic baby, but it was hurting a lot.

"Let's take a little break," he told you, gently wiping your skin before he removed his gloves and went to get you a bottle of water.

You glanced down your body to where your leggings were pulled part way down, revealing a half finished tattoo that was clearly dedicated to Bradley. 

Oh my goodness, you'd actually done it. The idea occurred to you when you were first engaged; a hidden tattoo that only he would see. Well, him and your doctors, and perhaps someone who saw you in a bathing suit. But even your bathing suits were probably not skimpy enough to show off the single-line Rooster that was going to be adorning your skin near the left side of your pelvic bone, between your pussy and hip.

"We're almost done," Caleb promised as you drank. "You got five more minutes in you?"

"Yes," you managed to say, watching him wash his hands and grab a new pair of gloves. "It'll be worth it for the surprise wedding gift."

With a laugh, Caleb adjusted your leggings and got to work once more. "I'm pretty sure Bradley is going to freak the fuck out when he sees it. No joke, I would lose my mind if Jess ever did anything like this."

"That's what I'm counting on," you groaned through clenched teeth. You tried to take deep breaths and pretend you were at the beach, taking Tramp for a walk as the needle made you want to cry. 

"Nearly done," Caleb mumbled, and now you were biting your finger to keep yourself still. You were panting by the time he finished and wiped you clean one final time. "Here, check it out with the mirror. Looks pretty cool."

You propped yourself up on one elbow and took the mirror from him. You gasped softly as you examined yourself. "I love it! It's perfect! Tiny and cute and just perfect!"

While Caleb taped plastic wrap over the rooster to cover it while it heals, you argued with him over payment. 

"It's on the house," he insisted.

"That ridiculous! How much would you normally charge?"

He just laughed and said, "It's dainty, and it was your first time, so I'd charge the shop minimum. But you're going to pay nothing and consider it a wedding gift. Congratulations."

"Thanks," you told him with a hug, only feeling slightly bad that he was insisting you skip payment. "But if I come back for another one, I'm paying full price."

"Sure, whatever you say."

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Bradley was sitting in your car in the driveway. He was already running late, because he missed you so much he could barely function. And because he had stayed in bed too long jerking off to the dirty videos of the two of you. And now your car wouldn't start for him.

"You fucking piece of shit!" he scolded the dashboard. He had moved the seat back as far as it would go, and he could still barely fit. His head was almost touching the roof, and the seatbelt felt like it was smothering him. "I swear this is the smallest car ever made. Can't be safe."

Then he remembered that he promised you he'd treat the car nicely. So through gritted teeth, he gently ran his palm along the steering wheel while he tried one more time to turn the key. 

"For some reason she loves you, so will you please be nice to me?"

The car magically started, and he was finally on his way to work. He thought about how much better the Bronco was while he drove, but he didn't dare voice his opinions out loud. It was only Monday, and he needed this thing to be agreeable for at least a few more days. 

Bradley knew you were busy. He knew you had spent the entire day Sunday with your parents, but he was still craving even just a phone call from you. He thought about calling you now, but the last thing he wanted to do was be a nuisance this week. 

But his phone rang as he pulled into the parking garage, and he scrambled to answer. "Sweetheart!"

"Bradley! I only have a minute," you told him, and he could tell by the amount of background noise that you were already in the conference hall. "Just wanted to check on you and Tramp."

"We're good, Baby Girl. Just miss you."

"Listen, I've got all these dinners and cocktail hours all week, but I'll call you when I can, okay? Text me! I love you!"

Bradley made his way to the classroom and took a seat next to Nat. "How you holding up? I never thought I would see the day when you were a lovesick mess, waiting for your wife to return home."

Bradley grumbled. "Almost wife. And I fucking hate her car. She's so nearly perfect, like literally my ideal woman, but her choice of vehicle honestly makes me question her sanity."

"Of course she's fucking crazy. She's with you."

Being three hours behind you all week made things even more interesting, but when Bradley was fixing himself a bowl of cereal for dinner around 7 on Tuesday, he was surprised to see you were texting him. 

I miss you, Roo. We could definitely manage to break this bed together.

Just as he was about to write back and tell you exactly how he'd take care of you and the bed, a few images appeared in the thread. In the first one, you were naked and all wrapped up in the white sheet, your hair a mess and you had that hazy look in your eyes that told him you'd had a few drinks. 

"Oh, fuck," he groaned as two more images came through. You knew what that ring on your finger did to him. And you decided to tease him anyway. 

The picture of you with your left arm covering your hip, slipping your middle finger inside yourself had him unzipping his shorts. The diamond ring sparkled in the light, and your manicured nails against your pussy looked so pretty. 

He called you over facetime immediately, looking through the pictures while he fisted himself. 

"Roo," you gasped. Your room was dimly lit, but he could tell you were masturbating. You must have just taken these photos before sending them.

"Baby Girl," he groaned, and you whined in response. God, he loved that sound. Loved it when you were a needy, spoiled princess for him. 

"Get me off! Talk to me, Bradley, and get me off!" you demanded, tilting the phone so he could see your pleading face before shifting it to show off the rest of your body.

"You have the prettiest little pussy, Sweetheart. Yes, use your fingers, just like that. Nice and slow. Add a second one to fill you up."

You were moaning louder now, swiping your clit with your thumb. 

"Show me your face. Look at me," he told you, gripping himself tight as you guided your phone up to your face. He scolded you whenever you let your eyes drift closed, demanding you look at him while you came. 

"Bradley," you gasped, your head tipping back, but your eyes stayed on his as you made all the little noises that he would forever associate with pure sexual bliss. 

"Good girl," he told you as you rode your fingers to completion. After a few more pumps of his fist, he had made a bit of a mess in the kitchen for himself to clean up. 

You bit your lip and sighed softly. "I miss you. When I get home, can we make another video together where you call me your dirty little slut?"

He just grunted in agreement. "Anytime you want, Sweetheart."

Bradley let you start to doze off as he talked to you, only telling you to hang up and charge your phone before you fell asleep completely.  

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Every lecture you attended was fascinating. Every cocktail hour was a great chance to network. And every dinner with your team brought everyone closer together. But you were getting tired of socializing. All you really wanted was to be home with Bradley, eating dinner on his lap and listening to his playlists. 

"Everyone ready for tomorrow afternoon?" Bickel asked on Wednesday evening during dinner just off base. "We've got lecture hall 7 starting at 10:00, so we should have plenty of time to run equipment tests."

"Ready," you promised him as the others agreed. You weren't nervous at all, just excited to share your work. The thing you were most worried about was how itchy your tattoo felt now. It was covered up and healing, but you couldn't imagine giving an hour long lecture in your polyester uniform pants successfully at the moment. 

At least you had managed to keep it covered with your arm while you and Bradley had your facetime call last night. 

You smirked and excused yourself to use the restroom, running your palms over your dress as you wound your way through the restaurant. When your fingers touched your tattoo through the fabric, you actually giggled. You had decided you'd let Bradley find it on his own when you got home on Saturday afternoon. You'd be exhausted from your week by that point, but you still couldn't wait to see what he thought about it.

You were excited for tomorrow's presentation. And on Friday night you'd be out with the Admirals. The Admirals! 

You finally turned the last corner, but you weren't looking where you stepped. It was too late as you felt yourself collide with a man, and then you heard a familiar voice as he said your name. 

His hands came to rest on your arms, steadying you as you felt a cold, horrible feeling wash through your body. 

It was Josh. It was Josh, and he was touching your bare skin, and his face was next to yours. 

"Oh, my god," you gasped, trying to pull out of his grip.

"Shit, it is you," he whispered, finally letting go of you as you wrenched yourself away. 

You stood just staring at each other as you inched slowly away. Some remote part of your brain recognized that you were safe, you were surrounded by people walking to and from the restrooms. You didn't need Bradley or Jake or Bob. But you still felt clammy and uncomfortable. 

"Didn't expect to see you in Annapolis," Josh drawled with a thoroughly disinterested look on his face. "You here to get me kicked off of another base? Get me demoted again?"

"Josh," you whispered, gathering your thoughts. "I'm here to give a presentation."

"I know. I saw your name on the keynote list. I should have been part of that project."

You scoffed. "You should have kept your hands to yourself. And I was never going to choose you, I was always going to keep Sonya."

He laughed bitterly. "Okay, now that much I do not believe. You can say what you want, but I'm not blameless here. You gonna get your huge boyfriend to hit me again, just for fun?"

You pressed your lips together before you said, "Fiancé now, actually."

Josh's gaze dipped down to your hand, but you didn't make the ring any easier for him to see. You didn't even want him looking at it. It was yours. 

Then your mind wrapped around his words. "What do you mean? Hit you again?"

"Is he here?" Josh asked, glancing behind you. 

"No, he's in San Diego, but if I call him, he'll be on the next flight. What do you mean by hit you again?"

Josh shook his head slowly, and you could see in his eyes how much he hated you now. A chill went through your body, but you didn't move an inch. 

"You were there that night, at the bar. I assumed you sent him over to head me off. Him and that blond guy, too."

Your eyes went wider as you pictured Bradley and Jake hauling Josh out the doors of the Hard Deck. Your face must have given you away.

"So you didn't know he punched me in the face then?"

"No," you whispered. Now you were angry at Bradley and Jake, but you were even angrier at Josh for making you remember with vivid clarity the way he had touched you, all while he was standing right in front of you.

"He broke my nose and my ribs. I thought about calling the police. Getting him arrested."

A bitter laugh escaped you as someone nudged past you to get to the ladies' room. "Really? What stopped you? The fact that I would have reciprocated by turning you in for physical and sexual assault? You've got a lot of nerve even talking to me right now, so let's wrap this up. Is there anything else you'd like to say to me?"

Josh eyed you from head to toe, his gaze lingering on your chest for a few seconds before he shook his head. "Just that you weren't worth it. You seemed so fucking easy too. I'd hate to be engaged to you, the way you flirt with other guys like some kind of skank."

"Get the fuck away from me," you said, hating the way your voice shook. "Chelsea told me you did that shit all the time, and I was never even interested in you. You're a pig." 

As he got himself in your personal space, you just wanted Bradley. But you forced yourself to hold your ground.

"And you're a bitch," he snapped next to your ear. 

You sucked in a breath and swallowed hard as he strode away from you as you muttered, "Fuck you." 

When he was out of sight you ducked into the bathroom and locked yourself in a stall. You hated the fact that he could get you so rattled. And you were steaming mad that apparently Bradley and Jake had pulled Josh aside, and everybody neglected to tell you about it. 

You needed to get a cab back to your room so you could be alone and call the one person who would tell you the truth.

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Everyone was obsessed with his home gym. It really seemed like the silliest thing for his friends to be envious about, especially since Bradley was always inviting them over to use it. He filled up a huge jug of water and grabbed his speaker before taking Tramp out back with him and heading toward the garage where everyone was already gathered.

"Holy hell," Nat muttered. "No wonder he's out here working out all the time. Look at this one!" 

Bradley found Nat, Bob and Jake all huddled around the calendar where it hung on the wall, flipping through the pages. 

"That's so pretty. I love how the photographer used the negative space to make a statement," Bob said.

Jake laughed. "I think you're supposed to be noticing her legs."

Bob stuttered. "Well, I...I just would never look at her that way. So let's be respectful."

Nat shrugged. "I am respectfully saying that I can understand why Rooster is so pussy whipped. Look at this!" She was pointing to the November photo with you in black lace, garters and stocking, and Jake let out a low whistle. 

"Will you please stop looking?!" Bradley scolded, and Nat let go of the calendar like it had burned her.

"We weren't being crude," she replied with a smirk, but Bradley growled and carefully unclipped the calendar from the wall. 

"August is my personal favorite," Jake commented, and of course that was the one Bradley liked because your tit was out.

He eyed them all up. Nat and Jake were both still smirking, and Bob was beat red and looked like he wanted to disappear. "I know she's sexy. I know it's a marvel that I'm with her. I know I am pussy whipped. I know, okay?"

"Just as long as you know," Nat said with a laugh. 

Bradley tucked his calendar carefully into a plastic tub of photos from the storage unit before turning on a playlist. "You've all seen more than enough of my future wife. Let's start this damn workout."

Without another word, everyone grabbed some weights and got to work. Bradley was lifting while Bob spotted for him when he heard Jake's phone ring. 

"Angel, how are you?" Jake drawled, and Bradley quickly set his barbell in the holder and popped up.

"What's wrong? Did she try to call me?" Bradley asked, walking over to his phone. Nothing.

"Whoa, whoa! Angel, calm down! That's not even what happened!" Jake was getting louder and pacing around.

"What's going on?" Bradley demanded, and he was answered by a hand held up in his face. 

Now Bob and Nat were looking concerned as well. 

Jake's eyes went wide and darted toward Bradley's, panic stricken. "You saw Josh tonight? In Annapolis?"

"Give me the phone!" Bradley thundered. 

Jake just held his hand up again. "Angel, you know how I always have your back? I have Rooster's back too, I promise. Everything was under control that night at the Hard Deck." 

"Now!" Bradley added, ready to take it away from Jake.

"He's about to rip my phone out of my hand, so I'm going to give it to him, okay?"

Bradley reached for the phone and juggled it until he had it to his ear. "What is going on?"

"Bradley! I can't believe you punched Josh and never told me! You and Jake both!" you shouted into the phone.

"You saw him tonight?! Where are you?" he shouted back.

"Are you going to tell me what happened when you hit him?" Your voice was near hysterics now, and Bradley knew he needed to calm himself down. He paced the length of the garage while three sets of eyes watched his every movement. 

He readjusted Jake's phone against his ear and took a deep breath. "Sweetheart. I need you to tell me where you are and if you're okay."

"I'm in my room! I'm fine!"

Bradley found it was easier to breathe now. "And where did you see Josh? Does he know where your room is?" Bradley was not above calling your parents and telling them what was going on, since they were only an hour away from Annapolis. In fact his free hand was twitching to text them, and buy a ticket to Maryland himself. 

"I saw him at dinner. He does not know where my room is. Now tell me why you risked assault charges to punch someone who doesn't fucking matter, Bradley!"

Jake took a step closer, asking, "Do you want me to talk to her?"

Bradley sighed and ran his hand over his face. "Can I put you on speaker, Baby Girl? Nat and Bob are here as well."

"Oh my God! Nat and Bob know about it, too? Am I the only one who doesn't know about this?! Should I call Mav and Penny and ask them?"

Bradley tossed his head back and gestured toward the garage door before he disappeared out into the evening air. He paced down the driveway as he said, "There's nothing to tell, Sweetheart."

You scoffed through the phone. "He said you broke his nose and his ribs, Bradley! Why would you do that? He doesn't matter at all."

"For you!" Bradley growled. "What other reason would I have to do anything except for you?"

"He could have hurt you! He could have called the police!" you wailed. "You could have been in serious trouble."

Bradley's blood was pulsing through his body, and he really wanted to punch out a window when he walked past your car. "He doesn't get to touch you without consequences. That's the bottom line."

"But what about you? You think you're not just as important to me?"

Bradley paced back up the driveway, running his fingers through his hair. "I understand what you're saying, my love. But roughing him up outside the Hard Deck was just a warning. I wasn't going to do too much damage. Even though I really fucking wanted to."

The exasperated noise you made had him almost on his knees. "And what if you got arrested?"

Bradley leaned against your car. "Then you bail me out. I added you to all my bank accounts already. You can use it for that."

"I'm not joking right now, Bradley."

"Neither am I! I'm not joking about the fact that all my money is yours. I'm not joking about the fact that I would fund my own bail money to defend you a million times over. And I'm not joking about the fact that I would have done a lot worse to Josh if left unchecked. So if you want to be mad at someone, you can continue to be mad at me, but I promise you that Jake was there the whole time. And he would have pulled me off of him if necessary. That's the kind of shit that Jake and I would do for each other." 

Now you were actively crying, and Bradley didn't know what to say. He realized there was probably nothing that would make you feel better at this moment, so he went ahead and added, "I'm not going to apologize for what I did. And I don't feel bad about it. And I fucking hate that you saw that prick tonight. This is supposed to be your special week that you worked so hard for!"

He wasn't helping anything at the moment, but he couldn't stop himself as he punched the top of your car. "Baby Girl, I love you, and it's my job to protect you. Please try to understand where I'm coming from here."

You sniffed hard before saying, "Please let me talk to Jake."

Bradley heaved a deep sigh and headed back into the garage. "Okay. Here's Jake."

Bradley watched him take back his phone and head outside. "Angel, I promise you that I was with him the whole time......."

Every cell in his body wanted to know what you and Jake were talking about, but Bradley forced himself to sit down on the weight bench instead. 

"Here, use this for a bit," Bob said, handing a twenty pound dumbbell to him. "Keep your mind occupied."

"She's probably just upset that she ran into Josh, and everyone else seems to know you got physical with him except for her," Nat told Bradley, placing a soft kiss to the top of his head. "She just needs to blow off some steam to Jake, so let him take care of it. In the meantime, I'm going to order some pizzas."

Bradley let Bob count his reps while he listened to Nat order one pizza with pepperoni and one with mushrooms. He suddenly just missed you so much. He should have taken a few days off and joined you in Annapolis to attend your lecture. He'd love to see the look on Josh's face if he tried to talk to you with Bradley standing behind you. 

When Jake finally came back into the garage, tucking his phone into his pocket, he just sighed and stared at Bradley for a moment.

"Well? What did you talk about?" Bradley rasped, handing the dumbbell back to Bob.

Jake just kind of shrugged. "A lot of it was personal, so I'm not going to tell you, but I explained to her very calmly that she needs to get over it. I told her that I am completely taking your side this time, and that it was important for you to assert your dominance in this particular scenario."

Bradley grunted and stood, pulling Jake into a brief hug. "She likes you. She'll listen to you."

Jake nodded. "I told her to take an hour to think about things from your point of view and calm down. Then she's allowed to call you back, but she needs to be done being upset."

Bradley gaped at Jake, and a startled laugh escaped him. "And she's going to actually do that?"

"She better, or I told her I will be very disappointed in her."

"Shit," Bradley muttered, so impressed by Jake Seresin that he wasn't sure what had become of his life. 

"Pizza's here. Let's go inside," Nat said, guiding everyone toward the house.

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Jake was probably right. You were in shock from seeing Josh again, and you needed to think through what happened at the Hard Deck before you talked to Bradley again. You had stripped off all of your clothes, too hot and uncomfortable, before flopping down on the bed.

Thankfully Jake had taken the time to walk you through everything. He told you that Josh looked like he was going to try to approach you, but there was no way Bradley, Jake or anyone else in that bar would allow that to happen. Jake also promised you that Bradley was very calm the entire time, and the only reason he hit Josh was because he started bad mouthing you.

And especially based on what Josh said to you at the restaurant, you tended to believe Jake. The man had the nerve to call you a skank! As if you had done anything to wrong Bradley!

Oh Bradley. You had yelled at him on the phone. And he'd been the one to keep this information from you for months to try to spare your feelings. He just wanted to protect you and keep you safe. And really, maybe Josh deserved that broken nose and the broken ribs. 

Okay, now you were thinking about Bradley fighting for your honor, and a shot of adrenaline coursed through your body. You ran your fingers along your healing tattoo and you reached for your phone. 

After one ring, you heard Bradley's voice. "Sweetheart."

You let his raspy voice wash over you. He was always going to keep you safe. "I love you, Roo. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was so flustered from tonight and then I was embarrassed. And you know you could have told me you hit him, right? I'm not fragile, Bradley."

"Oh, Baby Girl. You're not. You're so strong. I just didn't want you to have to keep dealing with this shit when I was more than happy to take over for you. You do the same thing for me sometimes. Like when you make fancy dinners for Goose and Carole just when I'm on the brink of collapse, because I don't think there's a good way to keep their memory alive."

"Okay. That makes sense." Jake was right. You just needed to take some time to think about things. "It's like sharing the burden with someone who can help in a different way."

"Yes," he replied, and you could tell he was smiling. "Exactly like that. And also, fuck you Jake," Bradley said, his voice raised so that you could tell he was yelling through the house. 

You started laughing along with Bradley. "Don't get upset with Jake. He's kind of sweet, actually. He helped me process this."

"I love you, Baby Girl. But it's so late there, and you have a big day tomorrow. Are you okay?"

You took a deep breath as you sat up in the tiny bed. Your eyes dipped again to your tattoo. "Yeah, I'm okay, Roo. Thanks for always trying to protect me."

"Will you call me as soon as you can tomorrow? I want to hear everything about your presentation."

"I will."

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Ugh, Josh..... she needs to finish up in Annapolis and get home. At least the tattoo is complete!

PART 9

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there you are

summary: "It struck you that you wanted Bradley there, that you wanted him to walk into your shared ensuite and see how desperate you were to indulge his fantasy that this entire time, had also been yours."  rating: explicit (18+ mdni) pairing: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x f!reader word count: 6k (this got away from me) warnings: anal (Bradley Bradshaw is an ass man, protected), reader is tipsy/drunk and rooster is sober at one point (both consent!!), oral (f receiving), PiV (unprotected, wrap before you tap irl), nudes are sent, butt plugs, anal fingering, no use of y/n.  notes: im very nervous to post this but hoping you all enjoy as much as the first one :,) this all is now its own series/universe, and i'm happy to take requests/asks about these two :) pls let me know what you think!!! my other works are here tagging: @sebsxphia @roosterbruiser @waklman @joaquinwhorres @gretagerwigsmuse - pls let me know if you'd like to be added/removed!

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You weren’t sure how to bring it up to him, but you knew that there were things Bradley was holding back from you. Not in a secretive sense, just in the way that you could tell there were things he wanted that he wasn’t sure how to express.

The way you and Bradley had come together made you believe that he would tell you eventually–he always did. He told you about his mom, about Goose, about the fear in his heart that he might’ve lost Mav too. He told you about how he secretly admired Hangman and that once, just once, they’d gotten absolutely piss drunk together and hashed shit out. 

He leaned on you after long days of training and supported you after your hard days at work. It felt right with him. 

But you could tell that he was holding back sometimes. To be specific, it was during sex. 

Sometimes, when he had you bent over something and was about to press into you, he’d freeze momentarily. There would be a beat of silence, him just holding you open so that he could see everything from that angle, and you could tell he was thinking about pressing into your ass. He never went for it though, and the moment always broke. 

To be honest, you hated the idea of and jokes about anal as a gift. All the stupid memes about birthday gifts and anniversary surprises—they made you feel oddly dirty, and not in a good way. Like your desires were to be held inside until they were for someone else’s pleasure. That you were a sexual object above all and things like that could not be desired out of your own will.  

Bradley never made you feel like that. You’d had previous boyfriends and hook ups too self involved to focus on you, one even went so far as to try and claim you were lying about not finishing. But Bradley never did. Bradley always indulged you, always tried anything once unless he really didn’t want to, never made you feel like an object. 

You’d known he was different from the start, but what had well and truly solidified it was a night a few months back. Bradley and the rest of the Dagger Crew were doing their usual Friday night at the Hard Deck, and you didn’t always tag along but that night you wanted to be surrounded by people, by friends. It had been a long week—trouble at work, a fight with your mom, and too little time spent with your boyfriend during waking hours.

White wine was your poison of choice that night, not really caring that the Hard Deck was an odd place to be drinking wine. Surrounded by fighter pilots and rowdy pool games, you leaned into Bradley, warmed from the inside by the wine and the outside by his body heat. 

“Are you sure you want another glass?” Bradley was petting your waist gently as you pouted at him, knowing he was right to urge caution but wanting to indulge.

You nodded in a way that was probably a smidge too enthusiastic for his taste. Never a big drinker, you let yourself have a bit of fun on nights like these. Besides, Bradley was staying sober to drive and you suspected he sort of liked you all giggly and needy. 

By the time the night was ending, you were exactly that. He, Phoenix, Bob, and Payback were wrapping up a particularly close game of pool when you felt the sudden need to be with your boyfriend, alone. Never wanting to interrupt his time with friends, you simply let yourself make moon eyes at him. As if he had read your mind, Bradley sank the last ball and announced that you two were heading home for the night.

“Get her home safe, Rooster.” Phoenix was so lovely, it almost made you start crying. Man you really had had too much wine.

You waved enthusiastically as Bradley guided you out of the bar, making sure you were leaning on him, “See you guys later!”

He made sure you were safely buckled before turning on the Bronco, “C’mon little lady, let’s get you home.” 

As you drove back to your place, you couldn’t sit still in the passenger seat. First you were content to just look at him, giddy at the fact that you were finally living together and watching as the streetlights shadowed one part of his face and made the other part glow with that hazy orange color. Then, just sitting wasn’t enough. Scootching as close to the center console as your seatbelt would let you, you leaned on your hand to stare at Bradley.

“Got somethin’ on my face?” He asked, shifting in his seat. “You’ve got a dopey look on your mug.”

You knew he was kidding, but you were wine drunk and simply overwhelmed by how much you loved him. You let your lip turn down just a bit, knowing it would get to him. When he saw the frown threatening to crack your love sick expression, he backpedaled immediately.

“Kidding, kidding, babe. I look at you like that all the time.”

Giggling in response, you clutched his bicep gently, “I know,” You whispered conspiratorially, “Bob told me the other day he had to say your name five times to get your attention because you were staring at a picture of me on your phone.”

At that, Bradley flushed lightly. But by that point you had pulled into the driveway and you were ready to just be close to him. Before he managed to get you, you were out of the car and walking yourself to the front door. 

He barely caught you around the waist before pulling you to his chest in front of the still locked front door. There was something magical in that moment, just feeling how close he was to you, how warm he was, with the ocean and evening bugs as distant background noise.

“Let’s get you inside, okay?”

When you finally made it inside, you let yourself be overtaken by just how much you wanted Bradley. You made grabby hands at him so he would kiss you and he granted you one briefly before kneeling in the entryway to take your shoes off. He always was a romantic at heart. Standing to his full height, he took your face in his hands to kiss you gently. 

Normally you were content to let him press his lips to yours for however long he wanted, but tonight you wanted him, wanted him to let you float as he made you feel good. He didn’t seem at all phased by how needy you were, simply scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom.

You landed on the bed with a slight oof, and you watched in tipsy arousal as Bradley stripped himself of his Hawaiian button down and the thin white t-shirt he always wore under. He was a sight to behold, as always. Rather than the neatly cut figure of a body builder, Bradley simply looked strong. The kind of strong that carried you when you’d had too much to drink, the kind that built decks and fixed sinks. 

He leaned over you and brushed your lips together before flipping you over so that you were bent over the edge of the bed. At that angle, you were basically just free hanging, the tips of your toes brushing the floor. It felt nice, honestly, to be at Bradley’s mercy. 

The trust was implicit, you knew he’d take care of you.

He seemed to agree, brushing his fingers down your spine in a way that made you shudder, and kissing down the backs of your thighs and whispering, “I’m gonna take care of you.”

The drag of your panties down your legs seemed to last forever as you panted into the sheets and waited, impatient, for him to finally give you what you wanted. When he finally licked into you, you jerked forward with a strangled moan at the sensation of his tongue flat against your core. 

It was electric every time Bradley ate you out. His frat boy aura was deceiving–Bradley was the first man to make you finish every time you were intimate, even if he didn’t. He prioritized your pleasure in a way that somehow felt both dirty and almost feminist. 

This time was no different. He went down on you like a man starved, drinking down your arousal and the sounds that left your lips like they were the last meal he’d ever have. The way his tongue circled your clit and eventually covered it so he could suck it into his mouth made your eyes roll back in your head. 

You chanted his name as if it was the only word you knew and rocked your hips back into his face. He only encouraged it, his hands coming to rest around the curves of your ass and arching your back just right so he could access all of you with ease. 

The wine was still making you feel loose limbed, all your nerve endings singing with pleasure as your dress, that you realized you hadn’t taken off, created a delicious friction between your nipples and the sheets. The room was filled with your panting and whining intermixed with the sounds of Bradley eating you out. It was making your head spin. 

Your orgasm hit you in a way that stole all the breath from your lungs. It was all you could do to clutch desperately to the sheets in your fists and move your hips against Bradley’s face as he kept up the way his tongue was moving over your clit. You were half aware of the tears sneaking out of the corners of your eyes from how overwhelmed with pleasure you were. 

When you finally came down, for a moment, all you could hear was your own panting as Bradley sat silently behind your spread legs. His thumb dipped into you, collecting your arousal, before moving up, up, up towards your ass. You froze not unlike when one sees a wild animal and tries to not disturb it, body still thrumming with arousal despite your orgasm not even seconds before, just as he reached your other hole. He took your momentary stillness as rejection and clearly changed his mind, and moved it back to where your cum was making a mess of your pussy and the insides of your thighs.

You wanted to whine, to protest even, but it struck you how careful Bradley was. Not that you weren’t a (more than) enthusiastic participant, but he wouldn’t try something new without your vocal and open consent.

So you let him manhandle you gently face up on to the bed, let him pull your sundress off and laugh quietly at you as you covered your chest with a whine when you felt the sudden shock of the cold temperature in the room. Fully stripping, Bradley pressed you into the mattress, covering your body with his so you could feel just how warm he was.

“How are you feeling, babe?” He pulled back to peck you on the nose, a startlingly sweet contrast to the way you could feel just how hard he was against you.

You squirmed happily against the weight of his body, and decided to answer his question a different way, “Want you to fuck me, Bradley.”

The smile that spread over his handsome features made you feel like that first moment when you’d seen him at the Hard Deck, all charm and bravado as he serenaded the room. But even still, it was a look that he saved only for you, so genuine and open. You’d never tell him for fear he might stop, but it made his eyes crinkle slightly unevenly and it endeared you to him even more.

“I can do that,” He breathed against your lips as he tucked one hand around your hips so he could gently turn you over and tuck a pillow under your hips, “Are you okay like this?”

Normally, when more sober, you might’ve had it in you to complain about having to clean the pillow from the mess you’d inevitably make. But in that moment, it made something curl in your chest, the way he could have you basically face-down-ass-up and still be checking in, still making sure you were okay and comfortable. So in response, you simply wiggled your hips at him and whined a bit. 

He gave your ass a playful smack which you attempted to return by swatting behind you aimlessly. The tone turned from lighthearted to downright heady when he got a hold of your wrist and used it as leverage to lay his body down against yours. You could feel his cock sliding between your legs, but just not into you, in the most intoxicating way.

“I’ve been thinking about this since we left for the Hard Deck tonight,” He breathed into your ear, “God, you’re always so wet for me.”

When he finally slid into you, the angle made you feel like you could feel him in your chest. Bradley wasn’t breaking any world records (and you really didn’t need him to), but he always felt like he was made just for you. His thickness stretched your walls enough for the burn to fade into pleasure, and his tip always brushed right up against the spot inside you that made you want to wail. 

As he rocked into you, you let yourself float, consumed by the physical sensations that were overwhelming you. Bradley was still holding one of your hands, the other wrapped around your waist to press into your abdomen. His chest was plastered to your back, a slightly slick feeling of sweat between you as he rocked his hips into you. And god, every time his hips met yours he rubbed up against that spot inside you and you could feel yourself clench around him. 

His pants and moans were all you could hear and you occasionally turned your neck to kiss him messily. It wasn’t about the kiss necessarily, more about needing to feel his lips against yours, no matter how sloppy. 

Unlike your first orgasm, when Bradley had seemed almost desperate to push you over the edge with his tongue and fingers, this one crept up on you with the gentle rocking of his hips. It washed over you and you could distantly hear him cursing under his breath as his thrusts became stunted, him chasing his high. When he came, you relished in the feeling of his warmth filling you, and the way he didn’t stop moving his hips, the stunted motions sending waves of slightly overstimulating pleasure radiating through your body.

Pulling out of you, he untangled your limbs so he could make his way to the bathroom and grab something to clean you up with. You let yourself lay there and feel boneless–content, and taken care of.  

-

After the night that Bradley rimmed you, you figured you’d be the one to take the next step. So that was how you found yourself when he was away at work, scrolling through reviews for the best butt plugs and lube instead of working from home. There was a part of you that thought you should be mortified, that part of you that had gone through abstinence only sex education. 

The other part of you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. There was a point early on in your relationship with Bradley where you’d discussed your upbringing–not sexually liberated but not exactly quite open about it either. He had revealed that Carole had done her best but sex talks weren’t all that common between the two of them. 

Either way, both of you had settled on talking it out. But you wanted to make this step, wanted to make him comfortable after he had clearly been holding out on you.

You had to be slightly sneaky about the online order, and you almost felt bad throughout the next few days about checking through the blinds constantly when the package was supposed to be delivered just to make sure he hadn’t seen. When it did arrive, in a nondescript box with just your mailing address and a random P.O. box return address, you felt relieved.

Despite your agreement, you wanted to figure this first part out for yourself. 

You went into the bathroom, stripping and turning on the shower before locating the bottle of lube you had bought back in your bedroom. You removed the plug from where you had stuffed it at the bottom of your underwear drawer, still in its packaging. Unwrapping it, you took it and the lube into the bathroom.  

Once the water was hot enough, you stepped under the spray. It relaxed you and you could feel the arousal thrumming through your system. It hadn’t really occurred to you just how badly you wanted to try this until you were right on the precipice of it. 

When you were sure you were clean, you squeezed a dollop of lube onto your middle finger and decided to just go for it. The initial push was slightly odd, but you wanted to keep going. It wasn't as good as Bradley’s mouth, that was for sure.

By the time you had worked two fingers into yourself, you had one arm pressed against the wall of the shower for support, and were panting. The sound of you working your fingers into your ass was just barely audible over the water, and it made your chest tighten. Moving your thumb down, you could feel just how aroused you were.

You had never felt so full in your life, and you couldn’t stop the gasps and moans that were leaving your mouth. It struck you that you wanted Bradley there, that you wanted him to walk into your shared ensuite and see how desperate you were to indulge his fantasy that this entire time, had also been yours. 

It took everything left in you to slowly slide to your knees, not slip, and maintain one arm on the wall of the shower. The feelings washing over you were so intense it was close to how Bradley rimming you had felt, but stronger. When you came, the groan that escaped you was unbidden. 

You kneeled there, trembling from the intensity of your orgasm, grateful for the still running water washing away the mess you had made. But, you knew it wasn’t over yet, as you eyed the plug. It seemed to taunt you to keep going. So you did. 

The feeling was odd when you stood, after having worked it into you. You shakily turned off the shower and tried to catch your breath. After tapping your phone, you realized you had around half an hour before Bradley came home and the two of you were supposed to meet up with the rest of the Dagger Squad at the Hard Deck. 

Slowly, a half formed idea came into your head. You didn’t usually send Bradley scandalous pictures of yourself, just because of troubles with past boyfriends, but when you did he was like a little kid on Christmas Day (you preferred FaceTime if you could when he was away for long periods). This honestly felt as good a time as any to do something like that. But you also didn’t want to miss out on seeing everyone.

So, you pulled on Bradley’s favorite thong (he never really said it was his favorite, but the excited puppy-dog eyes he gave you whenever you wore it said differently). You could feel the heat rush to your face and flush your chest and neck as you tucked your feet under you and tried to get a good picture that would show just enough to let him know what was going on. It was made worse by the fact that every time you shifted, you were reminded of the plug. 

Part of you wondered if you should really be doing this, as you changed into a sundress and tried to maintain composure as you heard the Bronco pull into the driveway. Bradley knew you well, far too well, and he would be able to sus out that something wasn’t like it always was, probably immediately. The thought made you stiffen a bit, but you were in too deep now to back out. 

Plus, more than anything, this wasn’t only about him. This was about you. At some point in dating Bradley you had pretty much let go of all the hangups people had tried to teach you in your life, and had just started doing what felt good and what you wanted. Bradley pretty much always responded positively, so why turn back now.

“Babe, I’m home!” Noisy as ever, you could hear him kicking his boots off and the zipper on his flight suit coming down. 

Belatedly, you realized you had never put the lube away and you dashed into the bathroom to try and hide it. You were borderline frantic until you managed to stuff it at the bottom of a basket of period products. To be honest, he wouldn’t really care, and he might even ask why you hadn’t told him you wanted it earlier, but you didn’t want the moment to end to soon. 

Anticipation was half the fun.

“Babe?” Bradley walked into the bathroom and found you, slightly flushed, slamming a drawer shut.

“Hey, sorry, was in the middle of something.” You tried to relax, and you smiled softly at him, “How was your day?”

He walked over to you and hugged you tightly, still smelling of fuel and sweat, “Good. I’m ready for a cold beer though.” 

Ever trying to play normal, you swatted at his chest, “What about hanging out with your lovely girlfriend?”

“Well that,” He wiggled his eyebrows at you before pulling away and starting to undress, “Is a given.”

You left him to shower and get ready but not before wincing slightly when he tapped you gently on the ass. It was barely even a swat, mostly just a movement of habit, and you could see the way his brows furrowed slightly. You could tell he thought about asking, but you told him to get ready before he could act on it.

Honestly, you didn’t wince because it hurt, you did that because it was just so much. Bradley standing so close to you, smelling like fuel and sweat yes, but underneath that something so him and masculine that it made your head spin. He was taller and broader than you and it made you feel weak in the knees. All that in combination with the plug still sitting snug in you made you realize just how wet you were between your thighs. 

-

You knew you were acting slightly weird, and that Bradley had noticed. How could he not? The man seemed to know things about you before you did. But you kept sending him small smiles from where you were standing next to Bob (refusing to sit), and shooting the shit about something stupid Hangman had done earlier that day during training.

Thankfully, the Hard Deck was also incredibly busy, as it always was on a Friday night. There were people everywhere, and the atmosphere was electric. It was enough to at least keep some of Bradley’s attention off you.

Even still, you could feel his attention on you at all times. When someone brushed in front of you and gently nudged you into the chair behind you, he watched as your eyes flew wide open. What he didn’t know was the sensation of the plug jostling inside of you was what made you bite your lip til almost blood to try and hold back a moan. 

Bob cast a glance your way, offering his cup of peanuts, “Y’okay? Seem uncomfortable. We can move outside.”

You managed a smile in his direction, “N-No, Bob, that’s okay, thank you though. I think I’m actually going to go to the bathroom.”

While you were making your way to the bathroom, you could feel Bradley’s eyes on you, ever observant. You did your best to avoid the bodies thrumming with energy as they packed tightly together, swaying gently with whatever was playing on the jukebox. The air was heavy and you could hear the ringing of laughter and clinking of glass. 

When you finally got into the women’s bathroom, it felt a thousand degrees colder and you sucked in a desperate gasp of air. You didn’t know how much longer you could do this. Every breath you took reminded you of just how full you felt, how long you had been aroused, with your panties sticking to you in the heat.

It was then that you remembered the photo you had taken earlier, and another flare of arousal ran through you. You were white knuckle gripping the edge of the sink and trying to take steady breaths. God, you wanted Bradley so badly. 

You decided to throw all caution to the wind and opened your phone. Pressing send before you could change your mind, you made sure to send a simple text beforehand, For your eyes only :).

You knew that as soon as Bradley saw the text, he’d want to leave, so you gave yourself a few seconds more relishing the atmosphere of the Hard Deck outside the bathroom doors. 

Except, when you got back to the pool table, Bradley seemed unphased. You could see his phone peeking out of his back pocket as he stretched long and lean across the table. Settling back in next to Bob, he threw a charmed smile at you. 

“Feeling okay now?” God, you could always count on Bob to be a sweetheart. 

“Yeah, thanks Bob.” You could still feel the way your sweat was beading on your lower back.

Bradley shot a look in your direction as they finished the game up with Phoenix making the winning move, and he pulled his phone out. You froze in place as you watched him flick his thumb up to look at the notifications that had been piling up all evening. The way the blood rushed to his face, rising to the tops of his cheeks from where you knew it started on his chest. 

He cleared his throat once, then once again. He then shifted slightly, before setting his cue stick against the wall. 

“We’re uh, we’re gonna head home.” Bradley said, not particularly trying to reach above the noise. 

“Quitting on us so soon, Rooster?” Hangman flashed a shit-eating grin, “Chickening out?”

“Got more important things to do than watch you chase tail, Bagman.” Bradley seemed to have regained his composure, and he took you by the hand. 

You waved just a little before letting Bradley drag you out of the bar. He was almost entirely silent while he opened the door and helped you into the Bronco. Just like on the way to the Hard Deck, you did your best to hide the way sitting for the ride home made you feel. 

When you pulled into the parking lot, you couldn’t handle the silence anymore, “Did you–Did you like the picture?”

Bradley turned the car off, and turned to face you, the look on his face half tortured half aroused, “You’re going to kill me one day if you keep doing stuff like that.”

“So, no?” You suddenly felt shy with his eyes directly on you. 

“Babe...” And then he was climbing out, and helping you out only to press you up against the still warm door, “It took everything in me not to lean you over that pool table. When did you take that?”

You swallowed hard, trying not to squirm too hard in his hold, “When I tell you, you won’t want to be outside where the neighbors can see.”

He pulled back as if burned, then pulled you towards the house. Getting in was a rush of keys and him trying to keep his hands off you. When you finally stumbled through the door he was on you in an instant, all grabby hands and lips on your neck. 

“Will you answer me now?” His knee was between your thighs, holding you up against the door. 

All that you could manage was a high keening noise, swallowing hard. You felt like you were going to explode if you didn’t get him in you that second.

“I didn’t hear a response, baby.” Bradley now had you in his arms and was walking you both to the bedroom, palming your ass. 

You shivered, thinking about what his reaction would be, “Before you came home. Was hiding the lube when you walked in the door.”

The groan you received in response was enough to light your bones on fire, and he set you down on the bed face down and lifted your hips slightly. The sundress you were wearing wasn’t terribly short by any means, but when bent over like that it wasn’t hiding much. 

He was panting like he had just run a marathon as he pushed the hem of your dress over your hips, “Jesus Christ, baby. Did you do this for me? You didn’t have to, I–”

Before he could continue, before he could try and take some sort of faux-responsibility for pressuring you somehow, you cut him off, “Did this for me; want you, Bradley. Want you to fuck me in the ass, please. Don’t even want you to go down on me or anything just, please.”

“Where is the lube?” His voice was strained, the grip on the back of your thighs like iron.

“Left lower drawer in the bathroom, under all my stuff.” 

Bradley was off you in an instant, stripping as he went into the bathroom to search for the hidden bottle. Meanwhile, you pulled off your sundress, but left your thong on, something in your gut telling you he would want to be the one to take that off. 

When he returned, you were kneeling on the bed, blinking at him expectantly. He was almost open mouth gawking at you, and he kneeled too, just below eye level. 

“I want to make sure this is,” He swallowed harshly, interrupting himself, “I never want to make you feel like you have to do something like this for me.”

“Bradley, baby,” You stroked a hand gently down his cheek, “You have never made me feel anything but wanted, cherished, and loved. I did this because I wanted to, because I want you.”

Taking his face fully in your hands, you pressed your lips to his before he pulled back to say hoarsely, “I love you so goddamn much.”

“I love you too. Now would you please fuck me.”

At that, he laughed quietly until he stopped when you started tugging at the briefs hugging his hips, leaning forward to mouth at his hardening cock, “Baby, please, I–I won’t last if you do that.”

Wordlessly, you turned over to signal your agreement, and you heard him shift behind you to push a pillow under your hips and thumb at the waistband of your thong. Scooping your hips up, he dragged it down your legs and sucked in a harsh breath at the sight of you. 

You whined when he used his hands to spread your cheeks and thumb at the plug still firmly nestled in you. A broken groan left you when he twisted it slightly and you could hear him muttering profanity under his breath–something about going to hell being well worth it. 

When he pulled the plug out, you felt empty until one lube slicked finger entered you. You hissed at the coolness of it, and Bradley pressed a kiss into your thigh in apology. Then one finger turned into two, then three. The entire time, you were getting more and more worked up, rocking back against his fingers and letting little cries leave you. 

“More, Bradley, more, please.” 

He shushed you, “I know, sweetheart, I know, you gotta let me get you ready.”

“I’m ready, baby please.” You had been waiting long enough. 

You heard the ripping of the foil of a condom and then his cock was right up against you. Bradley had one hand steadying himself on your waist, the other guiding his blunt head into you. When he finally pressed into you, it made your head swim with how full you felt. His breath was ragged behind you and his length seemed to never end. 

Pitiful whines escaped you as he rocked into you, and you could feel the excess lube dripping down your thighs and onto the bed below you. The moment his hips pressed flush to yours, you let a moan unlike anything else escape you. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m not going to last long, you’re so fucking tight.” 

The hand that was holding your hip reached down to stroke over your clit and you bucked your hips up and clenched around him. When he started thrusting, you could tell neither of you were going to last long at all. 

It was an almost out of body experience as Bradley rocked his cock into your ass and leaned over to press his body flush against yours. His lips were brushing the shell of your ear, chanting about how tight you were, how good you were to him, how much he loved you–and it was all too much. 

You had never felt so full, it was almost hard to breathe. You had imagined this with him, so many times, but that could never hold a candle to the real thing. The way your fingers had felt sliding in and out of you paled in comparison to his cock, pressing into you just right.

You came when he reached under your chest to play with your nipples and you bucked wildly under him, feeling like something was exploding in your sternum. For a moment, everything whited out and all you could feel was how heavy Bradley was in your ass, how hot his body was pressed up against you, and just how wet you were. 

He came soon after with a groan, his hips stuttering into yours, finger still rubbing your clit in a steady rhythm in a way that made your head spin. 

The two of you lay there, Bradley ever so slightly holding his weight off of you with one elbow, just panting and taking in what had happened. He pulled out and you hissed, pressing your face into the mattress and letting the sheets absorb the sweat that had built up on your hairline. 

He pet your lower back softly, “You doing okay?”

You turned to him with a wicked smile, “We better have some of that lube left, Bradley Bradshaw.”

The reaction on his face was priceless, “You cannot just say shit like that to me, give me a goddamn minute.”

You giggled just a bit but let yourself sink into the mattress, his signal to get up and start cleaning up. He stood with a groan, and pulled the condom off, the snapping sound echoing slightly around the bedroom. You could feel lube and arousal still leaking down your thighs, but you ignored it in favor of turning onto your side and watching Bradley shuffle around the bathroom. 

“Hey baby,” He murmured when he came back, kneeling down to clean up between your legs, “How is the best girlfriend in the world doing?”

You wiggled your hips happily, “Good. How’s the best boyfriend in the world doing?”

“I’ll be sure to ask when I meet him.” He laughed quietly under his breath, and you smiled gently at him. 

Reaching up to pet his face, you smoothed your thumb over his cheekbone, “You know I love you right? More than anything in the world.” 

“I love you too.”

With that, he helped you stand to go to the bathroom. Once in there, you two shuffled through your nighttime routine, playfully jostling each other and him eventually tucking you into his side so he could kiss the top of your head. 

Climbing under clean sheets (Bradley had insisted before letting you get back into bed, claiming that they were far too gross), felt like sliding into heaven. With Bradley there next to you, you felt safe and loved, and you were sure you never wanted to be anywhere else.

[ilovescaredysquirrel2]

Unpopular opinion: Dirty Dan shows should be banned

Okay, I felt this way for a long time but I feel like after that "Quiet on the set" documentary, we ALL know what Dirty Dan Schneider did to the children who worked on his nasty, perverted shows and movies. I'm sorry if these were your "childhood favorites" which is a bunch of bullcrap because it was part of my childhood too. My grandma and I used to think Cat was so cool on Victorious, and we liked the songs, although there were some moments that made us question why people would put such rubbish jokes in a kids show. The songs are great, but if you watch it for "nostalgia", which I can't do after knowing what Dan did, just search the songs up in the nightcore playlists on YouTube. Victorious should be BANNED along with all of Dan's sows and and movies. I think iCarly and Good Burger were the worst of all, and those of you who say otherwise, I think you don't realize how much abuse these kids went through on set and how disgusting the "humor" was in these shows. I think iCarly should get banned first, but everything that Dan Schneider worked on should be banned. and I mean EVERYTHING!

Okay, I'm 21 and hate adult humor shows... I know it's weird but I'm from the generation that had shows like Little Bear, Maggie and the Ferocious Beast, Marvin the Tap-Dancing, and ToddWorld (those last two shows you probably never heard of, look them up) and I'm not used to that Family guy/Ren & stimpy type humor. In fact, Ren & Stimpy is another show I think should be banned. John K was just like Dan Schneider in a way, he was a huge p*do too. I'm also not saying that dirty jokes in kids shows are a bad thing, subtle dirty jokes are okay, but don't take the "adult humor" too far. They take the dirty jokes way too far in those shows. I hope one day we will stop putting perverted, fetishy stuff in kids shows. Some example of subtle dirty jokes would be like the "Could you imagine teaching those kids how to ride a corndog?" thing from Marvin the tap-dancing Horse, and the "I'm trying to admire some heavenly bodies" "Wow you can see the beach through that thing? Let me look" from CatDog. Those were subtle dirty jokes for parents, but we know they were talking about something that wasn't for kids. The shows like iCarly and Ren & Stimpy just had the most perverted, fetishy crap ever that it wasn't even watchable.. especially since iCarly characters were underage. There's other Nickelodeon shows I do have problems with, but that's for a different day.

Jeanette McCurdy wasn't the only victim and just because she spoke out and wrote a book about it, doesn't mean that it only happened to her. The other girls were offered hush money. I do think Jeanette probably suffered the worst, though. I think Amanda Bynes (voice of Piper in Robots, if you don't know who she is) had it bad too. I'm sure she had fun voicing in Robots, but she obviously went through abuse on the Dirty Dan shows that she was on. Dirty Dan gave her "The Amanda show" so that she could be the star because that creepy jerk was obsessed with her. Also, Miranda Cosgrove (if you don't know who that is, she was Margot in Despicable Me and Sam in Mouse Tale) also went through abuse by Dirty Dan too. Practically everyone was abused by Dirty Dan Schnieder. He didn't just have a foot fetish either, he literally R*PED underage girls! He also held pool parties and refused to invite their parents... if that doesn't sound suspicious, I don't know what does.

I also have opinions on Disney movies I think we should cancel, however, those are old movies and I know more people have nostalgia for them, and they could be a good learning point for people to see how far we've come (like, Peter Pan and Song of the South absolutely disgust me, but they can be used as a learning thing on why we shouldn't make movies like this anymore). I'd like to see them get banned eventually though, however more people have nostalgia for those than iCarly and stuff, and I just think we need to ban iCarly (and Dan's other shows) first.

If you disagree I'd like to hear your opinion on why you disagree with me. If you agree, let me know your thoughts. I'm still mad that they removed an innocent episode of SpongeBob from Paramount plus, yet you can watch Victorious and iCarly on there. It doesn't make sense... we should start a riot or boycott for Paramount Plus or something. WE NEED TO COMPLAIN! I don't want any other kid in the world to see an episode of iCarly, Victorious, Sam & Cat, Henry Danger, All That, Kenan & Kel, Thundermans, whatever else Dan Schneider worked on! PLEASE! If you see your kids or younger sibling watching one of those shows, turn it off immediately and try to get those awful shows removed for good!

Yeah, sorry for the rant, again, if you disagree, I'd like to hear why. Try convincing me that these shows don't need to be banned.

[iamfruitie]

Take Control

I stole an idea from @iamtrashforsin Enjoy some Darkstache smut.

Summary: Dark and Wilford have been officially dating for a while and after months and months of getting close but never close enough the tension finally breaks and Dark learns how to finally let go and have Wilford take control

Take Control

Wilford sat on the edge of his bed, and a moment later, Dark was next to him. He could feel the awkwardness in the air and knew this was a long time coming. Months of dirty jokes, little flirts, and touches that went on much longer than they needed to. Wilford had been dying to have Dark in his bed. To finally break the weird tension between them, but he held back. He waited until Dark made it clear he wanted the same, and when, not even five minutes ago, Dark came up to him after a meeting and asked to meet in his bedroom, Wilford nearly ran for it. 

And now they were kind of just-

There. 

Wilford could tell Dark was hesitating. Maybe he wasn’t sure how to get this all started. All of this was vastly different than what either of them had done in the past. Well, more for Dark than Wilford. Dark was far from a virgin, but he wasn’t as open as Wilford. Maybe he just needed a little help, a little confidence boost. A confirmation Wilford also wanted this. 

“Darkling?” Wilford pressed his hand against the bed behind Dark, leaning toward him. “Do you-” He didn’t finish when Dark suddenly grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him into a kiss. 

Apparently, he just needed some time. 

Wilford usually went with the flow of his partner, and with this being their first time, he was more than willing to let Dark take the lead. He knew Dark liked to have control as well. However, he did take hold of Dark’s tie and guided him to move more to the center of the bed. Wilford wanted to be able to lay back against the pillows and found Dark straddling one of his legs. 

“Finally,” Wilford said as Dark slipped his suspenders off his shoulders. 

“Sorry for it taking so long.” Dark softly chuckled, now working on the buttons of Wilford’s shirt. Of course, this had to be one of his ‘fully clothed’ days, so it took longer to get naked. 

“Don’t you be sorry, buttercup.” Wilford’s chuckle was much louder, deciding to allow himself some impatience, and he tore open his shirt the rest of the way, sitting up enough to get it off his arms and tossing it aside. “I would have waited an eternity for you.” He laid himself back down so Dark could freely run his hands along his chest. 

“Get too cheesy on me, and I'll change my mind.” Dark teased, leaning up enough to remove his tie and blazer and untucked his shirt. 

“I don’t think you will.” Wilford watched Dark’s hands, grin growing more and more as he saw more of Dark’s skin. Has Wilford seen Dark naked before? Yes. But this was different, very different. He waited until the shirt was gone and then spoke again. “Or at least, I hope you won’t, because-” Wilford placed his hands on Dark’s shoulders and pulled him down to whisper into his ear. “-I have waited a long time to fuck you.” 

“Shit~” Dark couldn’t stop his gasp and felt a shiver travel down his back, his hands returning to Wilford’s chest. Wilford noticed there was a moment of Dark seeming to be more submissive. There was a bit of a blush on his face, and he appeared to be lightly panting. But that moment was gone when Dark shook his head and nipped at Wilford’s neck instead. His hands slid down, and he worked on undoing his pants. 

“Mark me up, Darkling~” Wilford placed a hand on the back of Dark’s head, tilting his neck, and used his other hand to help tug down his pants and briefs. “O-Oh, right to the point~” 

“I couldn’t help myself.” Dark breathed out, his hand slowly pumping Wilford’s cock. Neither were shocked by how quickly Wilford got fully hard. Dark also couldn’t help staring down and licking his lips at the sight. “Fuck.” He cursed and returned to biting and sucking at Wilford’s neck and chest. Wilford did say to mark him up, and Dark would take advantage of that. 

Everyone was going to know that Wilford was his. 

“A little faster and tighter there.” Wilford put his hand over Dark’s, guiding him a bit before moaning low in his throat. “Just like that. Good boy~” 

“Wil~” Dark’s own moan at the praise came out unexpectedly.  Wilford’s grin was almost wicked. He knew damn well what happened. 

“Don’t stop. You’re doing so well, so perfect~” Wilford kept his hand on Dark’s to keep it going. “I’ve wanted your hands on me like this for so long, and it feels amazing.” Another moan came from Dark, and Wilford chuckled at feeling Dark biting down on him to hide it. 

At the beginning, Wilford had assumed Dark would take the lead, to top and all that, but something was telling him that wasn’t the case, or at least it was different when it came to him. Maybe with them knowing each other for so long, and after everything they’ve been through, Dark felt comfortable enough to be more vulnerable, but he consciously couldn’t let it happen. Wilford likely needed to give him a little nudge and make it so they both had as much fun as possible. 

“Let’s finish undressing, and I have a suggestion.” Wilford guided Dark’s hand away and kicked the rest of his clothing off him. 

“Okay.” Dark went along with what Wilford said, desperate to get out of his clothing, and groaned in relief when his aching cock was freed. “Now, what is this suggestion of yours?” He asked, having the final bits of clothing join the others on the floor. 

“Perhaps you could ride me?” Wilford saw Dark look away. “Or I could ride you if that’s too much-”

“I can do it.” Dark looked back at Wilford with a deeper shade to his cheeks. “I…I want to.”

“And I know you’ll be perfect at it.” Wilford leaned his back against the bedframe and pulled Dark over to sit in his lap. 

“Oh, hush.” Dark made Wilford stop talking by kissing him, hands going to the back of his head and neck to hold Wilford’s face close. 

Wilford happily kissed back, and his hands went to Dark’s waist. He asked Dark to open his mouth by swiping his tongue over his lips, and he tilted his head when Dark did just that. The hold on his head and hair tightened when he made the kiss messier. Wilford slid his hands down to Dark’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze and chuckling at the gasp that came out of Dark. 

“Were you not ready for that?” Wilford lightly teased. He continued squeezing and tugging at Dark’s ass, clearly enjoying himself.

“Maybe.” Dark tried to banter back, but he was too focused on rolling his hips against Wilford’s hands. 

“How about this?” Wilford gripped hard enough for him to move Dark closer. He kept that hold, encouraging Dark to roll his hips again as he rocked his own, causing their cocks to grind against each other. “Were you ready for this?” 

“May-Maybe.” Dark panted, pressing his forehead to Wilford’s. 

“You’re lying, Darkling~” Wilford chuckled with a pleasure-filled breath. “You always were a bad liar when it came to me.” 

“I try.” Dark gave a cheeky smile and caught Wilford in another kiss, groaning when Wilford brought them back to the messy kissing. Dark usually wasn’t one for this. He didn’t really kiss a lot before he started dating Wilford. It was too personal, too close, but with him, it always felt so good. 

It was almost freeing to kiss without worry and made him feel a little playful, nipping at Wilford’s bottom lip and getting a little rush at the sound he got in return. Their hips rolled faster and harder, making the kiss almost addicting. 

But eventually, Wilford did pull away, hands pausing to just casually hold Dark’s ass. He kissed Dark’s neck a few times and snapped his fingers; a bottle of lube appeared in his hand with a hint of something fruity left in the air. 

“Have you ever bottomed?” Wilford asked. 

“For a person? No. But I’ve…” Dark cleared his throat, and the deeper shade of gray returning on his face told Wilford he was embarrassed about what he would confess. “I’ve had my fair share of using toys that way, and before you ask, yes, they’ve been as big as you. I’ve seen you naked plenty of times, and again, I’ve seen you fully erect because you have no shame, so I have…” Another throat clearing. “I have gone out of my way to ensure they were your size.” 

“That’s hot.” 

“It’s not hot,” Dark grunted and tucked his face away into the crook of Wilford’s neck. 

“It’s really fucking hot~” Wilford nearly growled into Dark’s ear, able to feel the shiver that went through his body. “You fucking yourself on a toy, thinking of me.” He popped open the lube bottle. “I bet you looked amazing like that. And I’m about to be blessed with seeing you riding the real thing.” 

“Hurry up, or I’ll change my mind.” Dark tried to sound firm, but any harshness in his voice meant nothing when a soft whine followed as Wilford started rubbing a lube-coated finger against him. 

“Have a little patience, Darkling. Let me at least get some wet stuff on us first.” Wilford chuckled.

He debated with himself for a moment as he continued rubbing his finger against Dark, loving the little moan he got from still rolling his hips. He was tempted to keep teasing but decided against it since it was their first time together like this and would save that type of fun for a later time. He also knew there would be plenty of other times after this. There was no way either of them could resist after finally breaking the seal. 

“Alright, let’s prepare for the main event, shall we?” Wilford pulled his hand away to pour more lube on his palm. “Now, don’t pout.” He held Dark’s hips with his other hand to keep him still. 

“I don’t pout,” Dark said with a pout he would aggressively deny if mentioned. 

“Of course.” Wilford teased playfully before letting out a pleasure-filled sigh, slowly stroking himself to cover his cock with lube. He smirked at seeing Dark taking a sharp breath from watching Wilford work himself over. That was also something to remember for a later time. “Need anything, or can you handle it as is?” 

“I can handle it.” Dark put his hands on Wilford’s shoulder and went up on his knees to hover over Wilford’s lap. 

“I bet you can.” Wilford lined himself up and groaned as Dark started sinking down. “You’re going to take me so well~” He purred his praise. 

“Sh-Shit.” Dark cursed under his breath, the words going right through him as he felt himself slowly stretching open. His previous private time has made him discover how much he loved this, how thrilling it was being full like this, and Wilford was at that perfect size. Not too much that it hurt beyond the pleasure but big enough that he could feel it rubbing against every spot inside him. 

“There we go, we all good?” Wilford asked, both hands on Dark’s thighs with his thumbs rubbing against his hips. 

“Very. Just give me a moment.” Dark rested his forehead on Wilford’s. 

“Take your time. I want this to feel as good as possible for you.” Wilford started massaging Dark’s thighs. He hummed happily at Dark kissing him, his hands slowly sliding to return to Dark’s ass. Dark chuckled into the kiss at being squeezed once more.

“I can’t wait anymore,” Dark said under his breath, lifting himself slightly. A low groan came out of both of them as Dark started to lower himself back down and then back up, and he followed this painfully slow pattern. “Fuck~” 

“Isn’t this a lovely sight?” Wilford’s hands went to the sides of Dark’s stomach, eyes down and a grin on his lips. “You certainly know how to move those hips of yours.” He continued his praise and felt Dark gripping him tighter, and his hips rolled more as he started bouncing faster. 

“Wil~” Dark took his hands off Wilford’s shoulders, running them down his arms and resting them on Wilford’s. 

“Would you like some help?” Wilford offered, adjusting his legs a bit. 

“Y-Yes.” Dark nodded his head before having it tilt back, body arching in the most delicious way. 

“Gladly~” Wilford gripped Dark’s sides and bucked his hips up.

“Oh, God.” Dark closed his eyes. 

“Wilford’s just fine.” Wilford’s chuckle was breathy, letting himself get a little lost in the pleasure with Dark. 

“Not…Not funny.” Dark didn’t bother opening his eyes to glare at Wilford and instead focused on using his body to try to nudge Wilford into moving faster with him. 

“Alright, I’m not funny, but you are perfect~.” Wilford tightened his hold more, catching on to Dark’s silent ask. 

“Wilford, please,” Dark whined, and that went right through Wilford. Dark wasn’t one to ask for things, let alone beg. Wilford was now dying to hear more. 

“Since you asked so nicely.” Wilford couldn't hide the eagerness in his voice. He used the stronger hold on Dark’s side to pull him down faster and harder, thrusting his hips up to match. Dark let out a low moan and leaned forward, pressing his hands to Wilford’s chest. The change of angle got another moan out of him. 

“Fuck, Wil, fuck~” Dark closed his eyes and panted, trying to keep up with Wilford and digging his nails into his chest as everything started to feel better and better. The real thing was like heaven compared to his imagination and toys. “Sh-Shit.” He began struggling to move, unable to believe he was about to cum already. But he could feel it building up, and Wilford could tell by the change in breathing and Dark’s rhythm. 

“Go on, Darkling. Cum for me~” Wilford felt a rush when Dark obeyed without a thought. His eyes rolled, and he tensed up, cumming on Wilford’s stomach and chest. “Now, that was gorgeous.” 

“Pl-Please don’t stop. I need more.” Dark pleaded, too weak in his legs to continue bouncing. “W-Wilford, Wil, please~” That got Wilford to flip them over.

“Oh, my dear, sweet, Darkling~” Wilford wrapped his arms around Dark’s waist, hugging him tightly against his body, and eagerly thrusted into him, neither caring about the mess between them and Wilford now being determined to add to it. “You sound so lovely when you beg for me.” He nipped at Dark’s neck, fucking him hard enough that he let out little gasps at each sharp movement of his hips. 

“Wil, keep going, keep going~” Dark clung to Wilford with his arms, and his legs hugged his sides tightly. He discovered he loved how Wilford kept his hold on him, pinning him with his body and grip. Dark was so weak for how he could just give up control and let Wilford take care of him.  

“I’m going to make you cum again so soon~” Wilford growled his plans into Dark’s ear. “You’re going to cry my name, and then I’m going to fill you up~” He slipped a hand between them and started stroking Dark to match his thrusts. 

“Sh-Shit, shit, shit~” Dark tucked his face into the crook of Wilford’s neck and then moaned loudly as another strong wave of pleasure hit him. 

“Good boy, don’t hold back. Let it all out~” Wilford praised and earned another one of those lovely moans. He could listen to Dark make these noises for the rest of time, but he knew Dark wouldn’t last much longer, and neither would he. 

“Wilford, Wilford, please, please, pl-” The rest of Dark’s rambles got cut off as he saw stars and was cumming once more. “Wil!” He cried out loud enough the room almost felt like it shook. Wilford bit down on Dark’s shoulder, muffling his grunt and cumming himself. Dark barely reacted to the bit and only kept a hold on Wilford, using the warmth of his body to keep himself somewhat grounded. Wilford took a few moments to catch his breath before prying his teeth away and smiling at Dark, seeing how he was staring off at nothing.

“How are we feeling, Darkling?” Wilford watched as Dark slowly moved his eyes to look at him. He blinked and then smiled back at him. 

“Soft.” 

“Perfect.” Wilford chuckled and kissed Dark’s cheek. “How about I hold you for a bit, and then we’ll take a nice, hot bath together?” 

“That sounds nice.” Dark was now mindlessly rubbing at Wilford’s shoulders. 

“Only the best for you.” Wilford continued kissing all over Dark’s face, full of pride at getting Dark to be so happy and relaxed.

[browniefox]

You’re in a strange courtyard. You do not recognize it, but it feels oddly familiar.

You look down and see you’re reflection. You’re wearing a golden dress. A crown lies upon your head. The gold is all glowing, and you give a twirl, splashing in the liquid at your feet. It’s only then you realize your reflection is coming from a pool of blood. You look behind you.

There is a hare sitting on top of a dead child. It, too, is golden, with shiny fur and bright purple eyes. The longer you stare, however, the less sure you are it’s really a hare. It’s eyes are sharp, hold intelligence. It takes a few hops forwards, and you realize the shiny fur is actually dull, that there is blood all over its mouth, that it looks like a dead and rotting creature that somehow still moves.

Your father showed you Monty Python and the Holy Grail when you were young. Any dirty jokes went over your head, but you liked some of other comedy bits. You can remember the part where the knights need to get past a terrible beast that looks like a cute little white rabbit. You laughed so much at the cartoonish blood and action, and you dad had laughed along. The sight before you reminds you of that, but something about this feels oddly more real. Why does a laugh still build in your throat?

(You once laughed at a horror movie in the same way, as blood gushed from a poor dumb victim of the murderer. Your date had slowly pulled his arm off your shoulders, and a few days later he broke up with you. After that you watched horror movies alone.)

You stare at each other for a minute before the hare takes off, fast fast fast into the woods. You do not hesitate to chase after it.

Through the trees and shadows, the rabbit flees and you chase, panting and gasping but refusing to let it out of sight. Your hands are full of your golden dress skirts, which despite your best efforts are becoming dirty and torn. The hare leads you to a large meadow, and you can see glints of fur through the long grasses. You’re getting slower and it is only getting faster.

That is when you feel the ground shaking beneath you. You turn around just in time to throw yourself out of the way of a beast.

At first you think it’s a giant black bear, but closer inspection shows that there is something inside the bear fur and skin, something with long black and white tendrils that almost puppeteer the bear skin around. Atop the not-bear sits a figure, riding the huge monsterous thing. A white mask with purple tear marks adorns her face. She does not look at you, too focused on chasing after the golden hare, hands tight on a set of reigns.

After her is a other impossibly large bear, this one with two heads that bite at each other. Two riders are on this one, both with golden bear masks to match their mount.

Many more beasts ride on, a hunting party. All their mounts are monsters of animals that are made too big, given too many fangs and claws, look stitched together or dying or already dead. Chickens and rabbits and foxes and bears. But they all run swiftly, faster than your legs can carry you. You also realize that every rider wears a mask, and that they are all children, their innocent youth hidden behind the terrifying masks they put on.

Bringing up the rear of the hunting party is an adult man, who comes to a sudden halt right before you. His mount has three heads. The rabbit and bear heads are surprisingly docile. The middle fox head, though, looks older and far more scarred and snaps at you, just barely too far to actually catch you in it’s large and sharp teeth. The mask worn by this rider is an almost childish white bear mask. You can see his hands and the edges of his face, though, and that he is a rotted corpse of a human, a surprising reversal of the children riders.

“Well?” he says.

“What?” You do not know what he wants from you.

“Will you take up your mask and join the hunting party?”

They are hunting a hare. It should remind you of a silly old cartoon, or maybe the Aesop fable; it feels very far from that.

“I am not a hunter,” you say.

“And yet you chase our quarry,” the man replies.

“I will be a hare,” you tell him. He studies your face. You can see, just barely, purple eyes looking at you from behind the mask.

“You will not keep up,” he tells you, “At best, you will for a while. And then he will bite your leg and leave you to be trampled by the rest. Or you will fall behind, and if you are not running with him, you are chasing, you are hunting,”

“I will be a hare,” you assert again. The rider shifts his hold on his reigns, and you realize they are not leather. They are chains, shackled to his wrist and sunken into the flesh of his mount.

“Wear your mask and run then, little hare; the hunt does not cease. Lead or chase; the choice will be made for you.”

He spurs his mount on. The fox head yowls and spits but its legs run again to catch up with the rest.

You look down and there’s a mask in your hands. You cannot tell whether it is a hare, like the hunted, or a rabbit, like many of those forced to hunted.

Red blood splashes at your heels; the pool from the dead child’s body had still grown, and it reaches you again.

You jolt awake from the dream, heart pounding in your chest.

You try to fall back asleep and ignore the mask that you know sits in your bag at the foot of your bed.

[revelwrites]

Tribute Pt 1

It’s an honor to be chosen.

Charlie had heard those same words in those same solemn, hollow tones so many times it made her sick. It wasn’t an honor. It was a death sentence, and everyone knew it. She supposed that if you had to condemn a handful to death to save thousands more, you did what you could to ease your own conscience.

Around her the town of Meadow Hall slumbered, the quiet occasionally broken by the sound of a hammer falling or a man calling out. Even though it was early, it was already humid and sweat slicked her hair to her forehead and the back of her neck.

Up ahead, the stage in front of what was left of the courthouse was mostly finished and the men working on it were just dark shadows in the predawn hush. She’d only seen the stage three times and that was far too many. Their little town was too far out of the way to garner yearly visits like some places. Most years, the festival was just a mummery of going through the motions without their unwelcome guests.

Moving slowly up the street between rows of still cars, she idly reached out to slide her gloved fingers along the dirty side of a red truck to leave smears in the dust. The air already smelled wonderfully of baked bread from someone’s house.

She remembered riding in the backseat of a car as a child, but it was a hazy half-memory from before they came. Just an impression of sunlight streaming warmly through the window and her mom singing along to the radio as her dad drove. More of an impression of a memory than anything real.

Jaw working, she pushed it away. Like everything from before, it was much better to pretend it away so it couldn’t cut so deeply. Those memories were just collateral damage of a life long gone, as dead as the cars. That girl that didn’t exist anymore.

She moved past the stage, refusing to spare it another glance. That didn’t stop the fine hair at her nape from prickling or the flush of goosebumps that crawled over her arms. A handful of the men were already up, working to put up the festival decorations. Black and red roses studded tall arches and swags of golden fabric hung from doors and windows. Their colors.

Someone whooped and she turned, nearly dropping her bag.

One of the men on the stage threw up an arm in greeting and she felt her tension drain away as she recognized him. She’d known Russ for as long as she could remember. They’d been friends before everything went to hell. Back then, she’d been taller than him, but things changed.

Heading over before he could yell at her again and wake up half the town, she felt a small smile tug at her lips. He was a good head taller than her now, lanky with a chaos of short, dark curls and the whitest teeth she’d ever seen. Handsome despite the broken nose and the stark scar across the inside of his right arm that stood out against his dark skin.

Still smiling, he reached for her arm, tugging her wrist until she gave in and climbed up on the stage beside him to sit with her legs over the edge. It felt wrong to be up there. Cursed, somehow. She forced a smile for him anyway. “Please tell me you weren’t in the woods,” he said with a tired sigh.

She stiffened, fingers going to her bag guiltily. “I didn’t go far.” She protested as his head fell back dramatically so he could stare at the sky. “Just to the orchard.”

Grunting softly in surprise, he went for her bag, and she tugged it firmly to the other side of her body. Away from him. He huffed at her, his dark eyes mischievous. Legs dangling over the edge of the stage, he drummed his heels against it.  “Greedy woman.”

“If it’s my last day on earth, I deserve an apple.” She shrugged, back arching to work out her tense muscles.

Dark eyes followed her movement, his expression closing off. “Don’t joke about that.”

“They won’t choose me.” She pulled an apple from the bag and made a show of breathing on it before rubbing it clean on the hem of her shirt. “I’m not blond and curvy.”

Or pretty. She was only too aware that she was too thin. Too serious. Her curly brown hair was a wild mess even pulled up in a ponytail and her green eyes looked muddy. Which was good, she thought fiercely as she took a bite of the apple, savoring the sweetness. She’d yet to be chosen and she wouldn’t be.

And that made her safe.

Taking pity on him, she offered him an apple. Despite how eager he’d been before, he just rolled it between his palms, staring out at the cracked pavement. “If you were married you wouldn’t have to go up there.”

Spine stiffening, she blew out her breath. Not this. Not again. She was so tired of the argument. Women were the only ones subjected to the humiliation and horror of being marched across the stage. Of possibly being chosen by a monster so that their friends and family were safe for one more year.

“I’m not marrying you.” She muttered, shoulders hunching. He’d always been more of a brother to her than anything else after his family had taken her in. Thinking of him as anything else made her uncomfortable.

And even if he wasn’t, she didn’t want him to be stuck with her out of duty. She’d seen those marriages in town. Marriages arranged just to keep from being chosen with no love at all. Hollow things that she didn’t want and wouldn’t condemn him to.

“Would it be so bad?” He cut his eyes at her, looking for all the world like a puppy. That she’d just kicked.

“It’s not that and you know it.” Appetite suddenly gone, she squeezed the apple in her hand, bruising the red flesh and feeling juice dribble onto her palm. “What about Ruby?”

His skin darkened as his prominent Adam’s apple bobbed. It was no secret that Ruby Miller liked him and, she suspected, he liked her right back. He was always a stammering mess around Ruby, anyway.

Scowling at her, he took a fierce bite of his apple, chewing furiously while she smiled sweetly. It was a hollow victory, though, and she knew it. Every trip across the stage was a gamble. Russian roulette with not only freedom, but life and limb.

No one knew exactly what happened to the chosen. There were whispers and rumors, though. None of them good. The only thing she knew for sure was that no one ever came back. And every so often, some family would try to run to avoid the festival. If they were lucky, the townsfolk found them and brought them back before it was found out.

If they weren’t lucky, they found them.

“The arches are new,” she said, trying to distract them both. “And the flowers. Going all out.”

“You didn’t hear?” He gestured with his apple at the banners, and she peered more closely at them.

At the black letters on them. She couldn’t read their language. None of them could, but those symbols she knew. His symbols.

The Warlord.

Her breath hitched, heart beginning to race. The Warlord never chose. Had never visited their dusty, nowhere ruin of a town.

“How many?” She breathed, the words nearly choking her.

“Not the whole host, but a couple hundred most likely.” Russ’s shoulders hunched. “And him.”

She drew her legs up against her body, letting her apple fall to the ground. Her appetite was gone anyway. As warm as the early morning was, she shivered.

A couple hundred of them invading their small town led by the Warlord himself. Usually, they were only unlucky enough to garner a visit by four or five of them once every two or three years. Rangers or scouts who just happened to be in the area in time for the festival.

Most years the festival truly was a happy thing, the celebration colored with the manic edge of relief that they hadn’t been visited. That no one would have to stand by and watch a family member be dragged away.

“Charlie-”

“No.” She interrupted him, eyes closing. Her hands wouldn’t stop trembling. “They won’t choose me.”

The words held more prayer than conviction, but they were all she had. Beside her, he fell silent.

They won’t.

“Who in hell told you that you could take a break?” Lyle called out, the older man red-faced as he glared at Russ and then her as if it was her fault. “We’re behind.”

Russ grimaced, the tip of his pinky finger brushing hers. “Duty calls.”

She watched him shove himself off the edge of the stage, grinning sheepishly at Lyle. Not that the man would stay mad at him. No one could stay mad at Russ for long. Where she always came across sullen and willful, as folks liked to point out to her, people liked Russ.

Being mean to him really would be like kicking a puppy.

Blowing out a breath, she pushed herself off the edge of the stage. A loose nail caught at her hem, and she swallowed a groan as the fabric ripped. She didn’t have many clothes left that had been scavenged from before.

Before they came and all human tech died in one fell swoop. Mood souring, she twisted to examine the hole and decided she could live with it. She had no idea who Pink Floyd had been, but she liked the colors of the print on the shirt. Liked that it had come from before everything had gone to hell.

Above the town, the sky was brightening. Most if not all of the buildings were damaged and heavily patched. Not really houses, but tired old businesses in the heart of town that had been claimed by the survivors. Everyone crowding in together out of fear.

Moving with no real destination in mind, she listened to the sound of the town waking up. Even that was quieter than normal, overshadowed by the taint of fear. Conversations held in hushed, worried tones; everyone unconsciously superstitious.

As if they might hear. Even though they probably were still miles out. The ones that usually visited their little town came on foot, but she doubted the Warlord would. She’d heard whispers of their tech and how humanity hadn’t stood a chance.

The only thing that had always niggled at the back of her mind was why they’d come in the first place. If their goal was conquest, why eradicate all of their technology to leave them helpless, then just ignore them? As baffling as it was, that was exactly what they did.

For the most part.

The only real demands they made after quelling the rebellions were for tribute. Young women offered up to them on the night of the Hunter’s moon to be taken away and never seen again. One of the crueler men in town had whispered that they ate them. They could eat. As strange as the sight was, she’d seen the rangers occasionally eating from the offered festival food, but for the most part they ignored those offerings.

She scrubbed her palms over her upper arms, trying to rid herself of the goosebumps that lifted in a chilled flush. Even though she’d told Russ she wouldn’t be chosen, that fear was still there. It always was. Even when the festival didn’t bring any of them to call, her stomach would twist in knots.

A girl younger than her own twenty-three ran out of a house, her white dress flaring out behind her. She couldn’t have been much older than eighteen, her hair wild and her face ruddy with tears. As Charlie watched, the girl’s mother and grandmother ran after her to bring her back. Fussing about her ruining her bridal dress.

Charlie’s lip curled. Brides. That’s what the town called the offerings. She didn’t know if the humans had started the tradition or if the invaders had, but every offering would be trussed up in a white dress in a cruel mockery of bridal finery. Some elaborate from before the fall and some, little more than sheets a family member had cut up and did the best they could with.

Her own dress was the latter, though Russ’s mom had added bits of lace and pearls she’d scavenged to it in an attempt to make it more presentable. The result was a frothy, aged, lacy nightmare that probably helped her cause of staying unchosen just by merit of how frilly and awful it was. She’d worn the same dress every year since she turned eighteen. Waited on that stage with a racing heart every year they came to see if she’d be taken.

She shoved her fingers into her pockets to hide the trembling as she made her way home. The house was crowded with her, Russ’s parents, him, and his elderly grandfather, but always warm and welcoming. It had been a store of some sort in its heyday, one of the few two stories left standing. Two other families shared the space on the lower floor. Russ’s family had claimed the upstairs, though everyone used the communal kitchen on the first floor.

Just inside the door, hundreds of plants in a haphazard sprawl crowded the floor and sagging wooden tables that had held goods for sale at one point in front of the big windows. The greenery was so crowded together that only a narrow walkway remained, and Charlie always felt like she was in a jungle. She loved the dirt and green smell all the same.

While Russ and his father worked, Russ’s mother had been busy. Charlie’s hands began trembling harder as she moved into the living room on the main floor and came face to face with the dress draped over a faded, yellow chair. Moira looked up, a handful of pins between her lips. Apparently, she’d found more lace or traded for it.

Forcing a smile on her face, Charlie set her bag down on a scuffed leather chair. All of the furniture had been scavenged and none of it matched, but it was worn and comfortable. “Wow. That’s-wow. It looks amazing,” she said, voice hollow.

Carefully setting the pins on the table, Moira’s thin fingers darted to a pearl sewn at the neckline and away. Nervous and unhappy. “I let it out some.” Her dark eyes, so like her son’s, flitted to Charlie’s face then away. “I need you to try it on, though.”

Shoving down the shudder of pure revulsion, she kept her fake smile in place as she heard a soft sound that might have been a sob from beyond a closed door.  The Meyers had a daughter that had just turned eighteen, she remembered. It was going to be her first time on stage. Charlie’s stomach lurched. “Sure.”

Moira gathered up the dress and led the way upstairs, leaving Charlie to trail behind her like a prisoner heading for the gallows. They headed for Moira and Nick’s, Russ’s father’s, room since it was the only one with a door that shut and locked on their floor. Gramps was unlikely to wander in, but the old man was absent minded at best. Stripping out of her shirt and shorts, Charlie allowed Moira to pull the dress on over her head. Even let out some, it was tight around her breasts and hips.

Doing a little shimmy, she tried to tug it down more since the hem was just above her knees. It wasn’t indecently short, but she’d have to make sure not to bend over.

“Oh, dear.” Moira laughed, smoothing the lace at her throat. “This might be the last year for this one.”

Sheepish, Charlie sighed. “I wish,” she muttered. “The dress is lovely,” she added, seeing Moira’s expression fall.

“I know what you meant, sweetheart.” Moira reached out to tuck an unruly curl behind Charlie’s ear, pausing to pluck a leaf out of her hair. “All the boys in town and not a one you like?”

Shoulders raising nearly to her ears, she toyed with a pearl and accidentally tugged it free.

“I don’t mean to pry,” Moira said, taking the pearl from her. Frowning, she went digging through her sewing box. “I just worry about you.”

Not sure what to say, Charlie studied her reflection in the full-length mirror against the wall. Her skin looked tanner against the yellowing fabric. Her shoulder length hair was a curly mess of tangles. Her eyes were the green of her mother’s. The freckles were hers too, though her hawkish nose was all her father’s. At least, she thought so. Every year it was a little harder to remember their faces. Every year, the memory faded a bit more. One more reason to hate them.

Part Two

[nepentheansea]

eenie meenie miney mo

gif credit: @madmaxmayfleld

© nepentheansea all works are my own and contain mature content!

𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ・𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑼𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆

premise: He's your friend, nothing more, but that doesn't mean that you can’t have some fun…right?

Warnings: it’s just smut if I am being honest. fingering, oral (f&M receiving), vaginal sex, dirty talk (kinda), swearing, and lets be honest there is probably more.

WC: 10.2k of pure smut.

A/N: This bad boy took me way longer than it should have. special thanks to my favs @23victoria​ and @ccosmic-illusion​ for their help and motivation, and to @anothernightsky​ for absolutely loving the idea and nursing it with me (even if she demands a series out of it)

If you had to choose, you know exactly what you would do. Billy, well he was hot, like extremely hot, exuding the very energy that he knew what he was doing, and knew how to do it well. If given the chance, you would undoubtedly sleep with him. Yes, you would loathe yourself after the fact, but at least it would be worth it. Other than that, he wasn’t the one for you. He was an arrogant asshole with a nice ass, but a pretty one at that. 

Eddie, well Eddie was one of your closest friends, your best friend if you will. Not to say that you didn’t find him attractive, but that didn’t mean anything. You had never really thought about him that way, simply because you had never really seen him that way, not fully. Eddie was the kind of guy that you only ever really hung out with, watched movies, and that sorta thing, he was good fun, he just wasn’t the fun that you wanted. You wanted the one and only, Steve Harrington.

You’d had the biggest crush on King Steve since, well since forever. How could you not, he was by far the hottest guy at school, he had perfect hair, not to mention dreamy eyes, a great ass (not as good as Billy’s but still pretty good), a gorgeous smile, the list could go on and on forever. He was all-around perfect. The only problem was you were nowhere on his radar, far from actually.

 You were not the kind of girl that Steve went for. You were no Nancy Wheeler. Not popular, not a cheerleader, not some ditsy girl who threw herself at him any chance they got. Nope, you were the polar opposite. You were like Eddie. A nerd, or freak if you will, and perhaps that’s why you were such close friends. You had so much in common. 

None of it stopped you, however. Despite knowing that he would never actually choose you if it came to it, it didn’t deter you from dreaming about it every…waking… minute. In fact, it was all you thought about. Steve Harrington owned your mind, your thoughts, hell if he wanted he could own your entire being. He was all you had wanted for as long as you could remember.

    “Okay but did you see him in those jeans today, like oh my god is he trying to kill me?” you exclaim, as you prop yourself up onto the table, leaning back on your hands. “Oh and not to mention the fact that he actually laughed at my jokes today. Like really laughed,” you continue, eyes wide as you explain, “I couldn’t help it, I made a joke about Mrs. Higgins today, and he heard it, and laughed. He even turned around and said ‘that was a good one’! Like Eddie, do you know what this means?” 

    “Of course, he laughed, you’re funny,” he states. 

He was too busy cleaning up from the campaign from the evening to expand on his response any further. He was collecting all the miniatures, and character sheets that had been tossed to the floor in excitement when the battle had been won. You know that you could have been helping, but your mind was so far from the chore, that you couldn’t be bothered. 

“Well yeah, I’m funny..But see he’s never laughed at any of my jokes before, so like what’s changed?” You ask rhetorically, letting the question fade. Eddie just hums along in response. You're not sure if he had tuned you out or not, but you didn’t really care. 

“I’ve seen him talking to Anna Wilkinson lately, you know her right?” you ask, and he doesn’t respond. 

    “She’s in my chem class, total idiot, but hey she's got nice tits I guess,” you continue. You look down, grabbing your boobs and giving them a squeeze, missing the way that Eddie watches you with a raised brow. 

    “I mean if that's all he wants..I mean mine are pretty good..right?” You look up at Eddie, who now had both brows raised, and a slight smile on his face. 

    “Are you asking me if you have nice tits, y/n?” 

You pretend to think on it, your head bobbing around, humming whilst you do. 

    “Yeah, that's exactly what I’m doing, Eddie,” you respond, the sarcasm laced in your tone. He just stares at you for a moment, the smile growing on his face. 

    “Let me get a better look,” he jokes, but you hop off the table and make your way over to him, your hands still cupping your chest. 

“Well?” his eyes drift down from your face, slowly making it towards your chest, a breathy chuckle leaving him as he meets it. 

    “Oh definitely, best I’ve ever seen, by far. Annie, Abby, whatever the fuck her name is doesn't even stand a chance,” he says with a wink, and you can't help but blush at his comment. 

    “Thanks,” you giggle. 

Eddie purses his lips and gives a curt nod, before going back to cleaning up. You’re silent for a moment, watching the way he bends over to grab the discarded pieces from the floor. Standing up and using his shirt as a means to hold everything.

    “Do you think he’d fuck me?” you blurt, not entirely sure where the question came from. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it, but something had triggered the topic.

“Why wouldn’t he?” he asks, turning to look at you.

“I don’t know, part of me feels like I’m not fuckable, you know?” you say with a shrug. 

He chuckles, making his way over to the table, releasing his shirt and all the contents in it clattering onto the linoleum surface.

“Trust me, you’re fuckable,” he remarks as if it was a stupid question, which it was to him. He steals a quick glance at you as you sit yourself back up on the table, his eyes roving over you before he stops himself, knowing that he shouldn’t be looking at you like this, especially not so obviously. “Extremely fuckable,” he mutters, more so for himself, but you still catch it, and a small wave of heat rushes through you, as you subconsciously squeeze your legs together. You don’t say anything, not sure what you would even say, instead you let the conversation die. 

“Do you plan on helping me at all or…?” He looks at you, brow raised. You look around only spotting a few other scattered items. 

“No, it looks like you’ve got it handled,” you joke, letting a grin take to your lips. Eddie just hums, his lips pressed together as he nods. You could see the smile he was trying to hide. Jumping down off the table, you collect the rest of the things from the ground, using your shirt the same way Eddie had. Bringing them over to him and dropping them onto the table. 

“Thanks.” 

“Yeah..” you couldn’t help but study him as he organized the loose papers, pushing them into his worn binder. 

“So…would you?” You ask, your voice holding a sense of anticipation to it. 

Eddie’s pointless organizational task halts, his famous brow shooting up in amusement. He cocks his head slightly, just enough for him to get a good look at you. 

    “Would I what?” 

He had an inkling of what you were referring to, given the topic of the evening, but he wanted to hear you say it. Looking at him, you were tempted to just come up with something random to say and avoid the topic as a whole, but your curiosity got the better of you.

    “You know…” you say, your tone sounding a little more whiny than intended. Eddie fully turns to you now, a smirk plastered to his oddly kissable lips. He was waiting for you to ask him, wondering if you would actually say it. You sigh, mentally preparing yourself for what the response would be. 

“Would you, you know…?” you ask sheepishly, gesturing to the length of your body. 

It doesn’t help when you spot his tongue brush across his lower lip, a sure sign that he was enjoying this. It always was. The sudden feeling of embarrassment creeping up on you, heating your cheeks. You were certain he could see it, because his smirk only got bigger. Eddie chuckles, knowing that you weren’t going to go into any more detail than that, so he figured he would just humor you. His teeth cheekily sinking into his lower lip as he shamelessly checks you out, his eyes drinking in all of you. 

    “Let me get this straight. You, Y/n want to know if I, Eddie, your best friend who just so happens to be a guy, emphasis on that part, would…if given the chance, fuck you?” he asks in a matter of fact tone. 

“Yes?” you lilt.

Eddie’s eyes narrowed, waiting to see if you would say anything more on the topic, while he debated on what answer he should give you. The slightest upturn to his lips on one side makes you feel nervous. 

“Absolutely, don’t even have to think about it.” he replies, flashing a quick smile. He stands there, staring at you for a moment longer before he's back to doing whatever he was doing earlier. It would have been an understatement to say that you were stunned. Suddenly feeling that familiar blush creep into your features once more. You had never thought about Eddie in such a circumstance, but hearing what he had to say made you all that much more curious. It wasn’t like you wouldn’t, if given the opportunity, but it wasn’t something you thought about, other than that one time.

           “I would fuck you, you know..just-“  you remark. You don’t know what came over you, why you felt the need to tell him that, but you couldn’t help it. He doesn’t look up at you, or even in your direction. He just chuckles. 

            “I know,” he says, stealing another glance at you, but this time you were looking at him with a deadpan look. “And I am very flattered.” he adds. The air is silent for a minute before you break it once more. 

            “Have you ever thought about..?” you start, watching as his brows shoot up as he fights back the amused look on his face. Of course he had, perhaps almost every other night, as much as he hated to admit it, it was a common re-occurrence for him. 

           “Thought about what?” he prods. 

Panic sets in, and you decide it's better to not ask what you were thinking. Quickly finding the hem of your shirt of greater interest.

     “Nothing, never mind, it-it was stupid.” You quickly pull your gaze from him, but he does nothing of the sort, eyes still glued to you as the fascination sets in, that he doesn’t even bother to stop himself.

“Eddie, do you ever things about what it would be like to fuck each other, no strings attached…No never…You?  He jokes, saying the last bit sarcastically, clearly lying. He had totally thought about it. He’s not sure if he meant to say that as loud as he did, but there was no taking it back now, so instead, he turned back to the table, now resting his hands against it, as he silently berated himself, rapidly tapping his index finger against the surface, hanging his head low. 

Shocked that he had said exactly what you had been thinking, you turned to him, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

    “That..wha-what you said.” you say, pointing your finger at him for emphasis. “That’s what I was going to ask.” 

You watch as his tongue darts out just past his lips. Resting there as he processes it, slowly bringing himself to look at you. Nothing is said at first, nothing but the same awkward air settling between you. You’re not sure how long you’ve been staring at him, waiting for either one of you to say something, anything.    

Sitting in silence, you watch as Eddie’s beautifully dark orbs rove over your figure, taking note of the way your hellfire shirt sits perfectly on your frame, or the way your jeans hug your thighs. He knows he shouldn’t be looking at you like this, admiring you so sinfully, but since you’ve mentioned it, it's all he can think about.

His eyes meet yours and suddenly you become hyper aware of the very fact that you were so close to him and yet not close enough. It was your turn to shamelessly take in Eddie. Eddie was attractive, you had always thought so, but the thing that always seemed to stop you was the fact that you had only ever seen him as a friend. Someone you could hangout with, without the pressure to do anything more than just hangout, except now, now it was on your mind. Wondering what his lips tasted like, or what he would feel like underneath you or even on top of you. The way his lips would feel against your skin, the way his hands would feel gripping you tightly, or even no! Stop! 

         “I mean, not like I’ve fantasized about it or anything, but.um...” he says, pulling you out of your shameful series of thoughts. Your eyes snap to his, your face flushing as you wait for him to finish the topic, wondering what he was going to say next. Your brows shoot up expectantly, wondering why your clothes suddenly feel tighter and scratchier against your skin. 

          “What If,” he pauses, biting the inside of his cheek as he mulls over what to say. Eddie’s not quite sure if he should finish his train of thought, expose himself and the very thing he had been dreaming about since, well since forever. Growing wary of the silence, you take to speaking your mind. 

          “What if we hooked up? Like right now? I mean just to see what it’s like..could be fun,” you suggest, completely stunned at where it came from. The growing grin on Eddie’s face was indication enough that he was all for the idea, but that didn’t stop him from giving his two cents. 

          “Are you sure you’re okay with that? I mean our whole dynamic changes then..” 

you could have been mistaken, but it almost sounded like he was eager to do it despite the consequences. You couldn’t lie, the thought of the consequences hadn’t even crossed your mind, and even after he mentioned it, you couldn’t even bring yourself to consider them either. 

           “Nah it will be totally fine, nothing has to change right? I mean it’s just an experiment of sorts. It’s for fun.” You say, reassuring yourself more so than him, you think, giving an awkward shrug in the process. He gives you one last look of skepticism, before he moves over to you, practically gliding across the space, your eyes trained on his every movement. 

           “Exactly..” he mutters, and you find gaze glued to his lush lips. 

           “Should we go somewhere or?” You comment, looking around at the empty theatre department. It was late, inching closer to the ten o’clock frame, so the chances of someone coming in was slim, but there was still a possibility. 

            “Nah, we’ll be fine here, unless you want to,” he shrugs. Shaking your head, Eddie takes that as a sign to proceed. Moving closer to you once more, you instinctively move your legs apart, just enough for him to stand comfortably between. 

            “You’re sure right? Because if you’re not, just tell me.” 

Not even for a minute do you consider the possibility of calling it off, telling him that you made a mistake and that it’s a bad idea. No, you were far too eager to know just how fun this could actually be, and unbeknownst to you, so was Eddie. 

           “Yeah I’m sure, are you?” Brow raised, a challenged look in your eye. Eddie just chuckles like you had asked your second stupidest question of the night. 

           “Extremely.” 

A wave of heat rushes through you, mixed with the shivers that trail down your spine at his blunt comment. You had always known him to be as such, blunt, but for once it had some type of effect on you. 

Eddie’s calloused hands find you jean clad thighs, slow to inch their way up further, as he takes his final steps closer, face inches from yours. Its only then that you consider that maybe their should be some type of rules, some semblance of boundaries, as dumb as it sounded. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t kiss,” you speak softly, you can't help but feel the slightest bit of disappointment at your own suggestion, considering the fact that his lips looked absolutely delicious at this very moment. Pillow soft and begging to be kissed, but yet something about it felt too personal, too intimate. Eddie felt the slightest pang of hurt at the comment, but he shakes it. 

“Way to suck the fun out of it,” he sighs, hoping that you would change your mind. “You do know that friends kiss all the time, right?…besides, I can see how much you want to kiss me..” He suggests, his eyes trailing down to your lips as he licks his involuntarily. Even if he was joking, he was still correct, you did want to kiss him, desperately to feel his lips against yours.

“You wish, Munson. I’ll tell you what you can kiss me, just not on the lips.” 

A look of utter intrigue takes over his features, as he thinks of all the other places that he could kiss you. To him, you were ultimately giving him permission to kiss ever single fucking inch of your body without problem, and though he would love to kiss you like normal people do, he can’t help but feel some type of way knowing that he could kiss anywhere else. 

He holds his hands up in surrender with a frown, accepting that you aren’t going to change your mind, at least not without a little more persuasion. 

    “Fine you win, everywhere but your lips it is,” he says, “Any other fun things that you want to take from me?” 

Heat creeps to your face, as you suddenly find it hard to look at him. His hands find your thighs once more, this time slightly higher than they were. You couldn’t think of anything, or perhaps you just didn’t want to find anything else, so you just shake your head. 

    “Excellent.” 

    “So..what do we do?” you ask, your gaze straying from his. Eddie cocks his head, not sure what you fully meant by the question. 

    “Y/n, If I have to explain to you how to have sex, then maybe we shouldn’t be doing thing.” He shrugs, an amused frown on his lips. You scoff, rolling your eyes at his comment. 

    “You’re so funny, but that's not what I meant asshat, I meant how do we start this?” you huff. Eddie just chuckles.

    “Do you trust me?” 

It was your turn to find his question incredibly stupid, considering you were about to give yourself to him. 

    “That’s a stupid question, Eddie. Besides we both know that I only trust you as far as I can through you, and I can’t even pick you up.” 

He nods along, “Touche, okay then just relax and I will get us started, yeah?” His finger finds your chin, tilting it up ever so slightly so that he can meet your eyes, his brown orbs boring into you with a sense of anticipation. He gives you a quick wink, and lets go of your face, his hands coming down to the hem of your Hellfire shirt, the very one that was currently driving him mad. 

He was so thankful that you couldn’t see or even feel the semi-hard on that he was already sporting just beneath his jeans, because if you could... Slowly inching his hands underneath your shirt, you take over, pulling it from your form and tossing it to the floor. 

Eddie stares at you, clearly in some type of trance as his eyes rove over the curvature of your breasts held tightly by your little sheer red bra, the perfect contrast to your skin. His lack of words was starting to worry you as he just stood there, staring at you so plainly.

    “Damn, you're pretty,” he mumbles, looking like a child in a candy store, completely unable to pull his eyes away from you. He blinks a couple of times before he's somehow managed to pull himself together. Quick to resume his actions, his hand finding your jaw, guiding it so that more of your neck is exposed to him. His other hand falls to rest on the table, fingers hanging off the edge as they rhythmically tap against the side. Eddie presses a soft innocent kiss just below your ear, letting his lips and teeth glide over the curve of your neck ever so gently. His breath hot against your skin, mixed with the sharp pang of his teeth just over your pulse point was making your head foggy, and your legs weak. 

Eddie doesn't miss the way your nails do their best to sink into the wood of the table as he begins to lightly suck on your skin, assuredly leaving marks. If there was any part of you that was thinking logically, which there wasn’t, you might have told him to cut it out, but you couldn’t deny just how wonderful it felt to have his lips on your skin. 

His hand falls from your jaw, instantly finding your hip gripping it tightly as if it was his only anchor to reality, the slightest bit of sting from coldness from his rings against the burning contrast of your skin. Nipping at your neck, smoothing over the purple welts with his tongue. You let your mouth hang open as a moan leaves your lips. Goosebumps lining your skin with every touch, every little graze from his teeth, or from the way his breath fans across your heated skin. It felt strange to have your body reacting the way it was, considering the nature of everything, but it felt good.

Placing open mouth kisses along your collarbone, as he lowers himself just enough to kiss the soft skin on the tops of your breasts. Nipples hardening as a sense of avidity consumes you. You watch closely, hungrily, as his tongue darts out, tracing your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra, flicking his tongue over the hardening bud, as his eyes drift up to yours, catching your heated gaze, as he bites down on it, sending you into a fit. 

A groan from the back of your throat is ripped from you, as you gaze into his lustful brown eyes, the subtlest smirk on his lips, currently wrapped around your precious nipple. 

    “Fuck,” you breathe.

Eddie’s hand slides down to your ass, gripping it tightly as he suddenly pulls you forward on the table and into him. It's now that you can feel him pressing into your clothed core. You feel your walls clench at the slightest bit of pressure to your cunt. You needed him, needed some type of friction from him, and at this point, anything would do. Slowly rocking your hips against his, listening to the way he groans against your skin, and reveling in the way that it goes straight to your core. Eddie slowly begins to push you back against the table, leaving wet kisses down your sternum, his hand grazing the side of your body just right.

You let your eyes fall shut when your head hits the table, your back arches as something sharp digs into your spine. 

    “Oww!” 

Propping yourself up on your elbows, slightly peeved at that stop if Eddie’s actions, your lips already in a downturn. 

    “What? What's wrong?” Eddie asks, his brows knitted together and eyes narrowed as he scans over your face. 

    “This table is not it, Eddie, there is shit all over it,” you remark, pouting slightly, your bottom lip jutting out. 

He takes a quick glance behind you, picking up the culprit that had undoubtedly caused the problem. Humming as he examines the figurine. 

    “Hmm, I see…” he pauses, aimlessly scanning the room, “Okay give me a second, I have an idea.” 

Reluctantly he pulls away from you, giving you a once over with a smirk before he's disappeared behind one of the stage curtains. Faint sounds of him shuffling around are the only indication that he was still there. You had no idea what he was up to, but you hoped that whatever it was, he would do it quickly, because you were getting impatient. You didn’t want for whatever haze of ‘fucking your best friend for fun, and there is totally nothing weird about it at all,’ to wear off and for you to come to your senses. 

    “Eddie, what are you doing?” you call out. When he doesn't answer, you hop down off the table in search of him, disappearing behind the same curtain. Your eyes widen as you see what he was doing, making a makeshift pallet on the floor with blankets and pillows from different prop sets. 

    “And Voila.” 

You stare at him blankly, your brows slowly knitting together the longer you look at him. 

    “What the hell is this?” you chuckle. 

 “Listen, If you don't want this, I guarantee someone else will,” he remarks, gesturing to his body and the pallet with a cheesy grin. 

    “Oh I’m sure they would,” you joke,  looking back down to the makeshift pallet. If things were different, you might have considered his gesture a romantic one but as of right now, it was a simple solution to a problem. 

“Alright, milady, lay down!” 

“Oh my god, you're such a dork,”  You say, missing the little bow he gives you as you move past him. lowering yourself to lie down, using your elbows to prop yourself up as you look up at him.

The air holds a thickness to it as you both stare at each other expectantly, waiting for something to be said or done. Eddie moves forward, falling to his knees in front of you, his eyes trained on yours. Placing a few kisses on your sternum, moving down as he sucks, kisses and licks at your skin.

    “Eddie,” you moan, gathering all of his attention. 

    “Yes?” he asks coolly, despite actually freaking out on the inside.

Looking him up and down quickly, you sigh, “This is hardly fair, you’re still fully clothed.” 

You watch as the corner of his lips tug upwards, and a cheeky grin takes over, the slight alone making your core throb. 

    “If you wanted me to take my clothes off, you should have just asked, darling.”

You watch in awe as his tongue glides over his teeth, his hands finding the bottom of his hellfire shirt, and pulling it off in a fluid motion. You’d seen Eddie like this countless times, shirtless, hell you had even seen him in nothing but boxers before, and each time you took a moment to look him over, to just admire him, but this time felt different. This time you couldn’t peel your eyes from him, you wanted to see every inch, wanted to trace your finger over every tattoo, let your tongue glide across his skin even. You let yourself indulge, admiring his lean frame and the few tattoos that lined his skin for a few moments, curious if you would ever get to experience this again. 

He begins to crawl up the length of your body, using his arms to cage you, as he just barely hovers above you. The familiar chain and guitar pick dangling just before your eyes as a silent taunt, convincing you to grab it. Heartbeat hastening as you take in the scent of him, the musk with the subtle sweet elements, as he comes to a stop, face inches from yours. His sights set on your lips, wondering if he could get away with stealing a single

kiss, or if it would end up in you hitting him and being mad, risking all of this to come to an end. Wetting your lips, you nearly forget about the one rule set in place, thinking that maybe, just maybe it would be alright, that you could do it, and things wouldn’t end badly, but the thought is cut short when you feel the clasps on your bra break free. 

Eyes wide as you stare at him, wondering how you didn’t notice his hand now placed on your back.

    “Would you look at that..” he starts, brows raised in a sense of amusement, pulling the straps away from your arms as he pulls the thin fabric from your body. Looking down at you, shamelessly taking in the sight, he pulls his lips into a thin line. 

“Yep I was right, you have the best tits, Anna Wilkinson never stood a chance,” he says, pulling his gaze back to yours. Rolling your eyes, you give him a playful shove. 

“You are so goddamn cringy…just shut up and fuck me already,” you say with a smile, chuckling at the way his eyes widen. 

“Well, aren't you romantic?” 

Eddie’s index finger comes up to the top of your forehead, pushing your head back as a means to tell you to lay back down. Rolling your eyes you oblige, chuckling softly to yourself. 

    “One of us has to be, and from the looks of it, it has to be me.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes. Bringing himself to hover back over you. Moving down your body slightly, taking one of your breasts in the palm of his hand, palming it all while listening to that little gasp that leaves you at the contact. 

    “Eddie?” you whine. 

    “Y/n…?” he retorts, mockingly. 

    “Hurry up..” you demand. 

Eddie, brings your perky nipple between his index finger and his thumb, looking up at you, pushing his lip out to mock you. 

    “Didn’t your parents ever teach you manners? Usually when you want something, you say that pretty little word, you know the one…it starts with a ‘p’..” he says, grinning wildly.  

You scowl back, not wanting to give him that satisfaction, but when he squeezes your nipple, you cry out a please, one to which he chuckles at. 

    “See that wasn’t so hard, now was it, baby?” 

He leans down, running his tongue over the bud, before he sucks it into his mouth with a soft moan, using his other hand to palm at your other breast, kneading it, taking in every sound that leaves your lips. Your hips move involuntarily, grinding against his to gain some friction against your aching cunt. Eddie groans loudly, pulling his mouth from you as he looks up at you like you had just done something unspeakable to him. It was almost like a switch had flipped in him. 

His fingers move to your pants, quick to undo the button of your jeans. He grabs your ankle, pulling the lace from your shoes as he pulls them off and tosses it behind him, moving to the next one.

“Thanks”

Eddie jerks your pants down your body, and tosses them to the ground.

“Anytime.”

He lowers himself so that his lips hover just barely over your navel, eyes glued to yours as his tongue darts out across your skin, letting it turn to open mouth kisses down your body. 

    “I’m going to be honest, I want to eat you out.” he states plainly, his fingers toying with the thin cotton fabric of your panties, waiting for any objections to leave you at his request. 

    “Well, then do it, Eddie,” you say, pushing your legs further apart, indicating that you wanted him to proceed. “I'm not stopping you.” 

Eddie bites down on his lower lips, biting back the shit eating grin that was taking over his lips. 

    “Oh trust me, nothing is stopping me other than these obnoxiously cute panties you’ve got on here, I just wanted to tell you.” 

He says, giving a brow wiggle to emphasize his point. Looping his fingers around the band on your panties, pulling them down your legs to expose your cunt. A wide grin expands across Eddie’s lips, running his tongue over them as he looks down at you. 

    “I know I said it already, but you are so fucking pretty…Can I-”     “Have at it big boy.” you chuckle at the way his eyes sat open wide and his mouth slightly agape. If you didn’t know any better you might have thought that he had been wanting this, waiting for a lifetime just to see you like this. He doesn't hesitate to touch you, running his fingers through your folds ever so sweetly, circling your entrance. Your eyes screw shut when you feel one of his fingers sink into you, curling it to brush that spot that drove you wild. He watches in awe as he slowly works it in and out of you. Taking note of the way your breathing changes when he moves his finger a certain way, or the way that your walls clench around his finger when he curls it. 

He pulls his finger from you, positioning himself between your legs looking up at you with an eager smile.

Feeling your face flush, you turn your head slightly, pulling your gaze from him slightly embarrassed to be watching him do such an intimate thing to you.

Eddie slaps your thighs, demanding that you look at him as he rises slightly from his position. Eyes darting towards him in surprise, as he gives you a look of challenge. 

“If im doing this,” he starts, his voice now low and gruff. He holds up two of his fingers, gesturing back and forth for your eyes to stay on him. You didn’t even realize it until it was too late, but a whimper escaped you at his blatant demand, the way he so casually told you that he wanted you to watch him devour you. He gives you that look of ‘do you understand’ and you are relieved when the subtle nod of your head is enough for him. He holds those fingers up close to his mouth, spreading them slightly before he sticks his tongue out between them with a wink. A crude gesture. 

He’s back down between your legs, slinging them over his broad shoulders, kissing, licking, nipping at your thighs as he makes his way up to your cunt, licking a strip from hole to clit, with the flick of his tongue. Your legs tense as the sensation, but quickly relax as he continues.

His tongue darts inside of you, watching your brows crease with a grin on his face. He never thought he would get to see you this way, even though he’d been thinking about it for years, but here you were, actually laid out in front of him, completely at his mercy and he loved it. 

One hand flying to tangle in his precious dark locks, the very ones that no one was allowed to touch, except you on a few rare occasions, one of those being now, whilst your other finds the blanket that you were currently situated on, gripping at it tightly when he switches to sucking harshly on your clit. 

Low groans leave Eddie every time to tug on his hair, urging him closer to your needy cunt. His hips rut against the pallet hoping to relieve some of the ache to no avail. He needed you, but not before he finished devouring you. 

    “Shit you taste good.” he hums.

With each greedy swipe of his tongue your legs begin to tremble, slowly starting to close around his head, your hips starting to rise to meet him. His right hand snaking around your waist to pull you back down and keep you there. 

His left hand dragging up your inner thigh, his ring clad fingers teasing your entrance before he slips a digit in, noting the way your mouth falls open and a moan seeps out, drawing in his attention. God, he hated that you took away the one thing he had been wanting to do for ages, especially when that very mouth was making such sinful sounds, even more so because he was causing them. There were plenty of things he wanted to do to your pretty little mouth, but right now the only thing he could focus on was kissing them, and it drove him crazy. 

    “Does that feel good?” he smiles, watching as your eyes fall shut. 

With a few pumps of his finger, he quickly adds another, curling them perfectly inside you. You kick your head back while letting out a loud moan at the added sensation. 

“Fuck, Eddie!”

He chuckles lightly, watching you squirm. “Didn’t I say eyes on me?” he goads, “Because I will stop.” 

Your eyes shoot open, darting down at his smug face. “There’s a good girl.” he coos, clearly satisfied with the way things were going. 

The mixture of his precious mouth sucking, and licking at your clit in a perfect pattern and the movements of his fingers, soon has your vision blurring and legs clenching around his head, as your orgasm hits you. You clamp your eyes shut, as you call out his name into the open air, reeling as your body jolts with each wave of pleasure that he was giving you. 

Eddie doesn’t stop, he watches eagerly as you writhe and come completely undone, his tongue still slowly toying with your cunt.

    “Eds,” you whine out, hoping that he would get the hint. 

With one final flick of his tongue he pulls away from you, a wolfish grin on his glistening lips. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sticking them in his mouth as he cleans them off, before pulling them back out with a pop. Watching you carefully as you catch your breath. Your eyes widen as you watch him, completely speechless at his actions, opening your mouth to say something only to be cut off by him. 

           “Did you really think I was going to pass on that opportunity?” He asks brows raised. 

Clamping your mouth shut you look away, heat filling your cheeks. 

            “Fuck.” 

Your eyes dart back to him, concern filling your features, and Eddie has to bite back the smile. 

“What? What’s wrong?” 

“Well I am now missing a ring, and I’m 98.7% sure that it’s stuck inside your cunt.” He states, an amused look on his face. Panic starts to set in as your hand darts down to the apex of your thighs. 

“Are you fucking serious, Edward?!” You pause, your face contorted, as you stare at him, taking in the shit eating grin growing on his glossed lips.

“No im fucking kidding,” he chuckles, holding up his hand and the so called missing ring, as he slides it back into place. “Could you imagine,” he adds, wiping his brow as if to say ‘disaster averted.’ You’re up on your knees in front of him instantly, about ready to hit him for his foolery. 

“That was not fucking funny!” You exclaim, to which Eddie rolls his eyes plainly. 

“Eh, that’s debatable, but it’s neither here nor there so let’s just move on, shall we.” 

God you hated him, thinking that such an action would be considered funny. As the panic starts to die down, you can still feel the sense of desire still weighing heavy on you. Finding some of your confidence, you lean closer to him, your hands resting on his belt as you unfasten it and look up at him. 

“Woah, you can't look at me like that,” he remarks, feeling his pants grow slightly tighter at the sight of you. 

“Like what?” You feign innocence.

“Like that, you’ve got the ‘please let me suck you off look,’ and it’s doing things to me.” 

You feel your pussy clench, the thought of him in your mouth was one that you weren’t opposed to in the slightest. 

    “And what If I wanted too?” you ask sheepishly, batting your lashes at him as you tug his pants down, leaving him in just his boxers. 

“Come on sweetheart, you’re killing me here,” he sighs, feeling his heart banging against his chest like it wanted to break free. You were in fact, slowly by slowly, killing him. Making him unbelievably hard with each and everything that you did, and he hated it, well as much as he could. You loop your fingers around the band of his boxers, waiting for the go ahead, before you proceed, pulling down his boxers to let his cock free.  

It scared you the way your body instantly reacted to him, to the sight of him alone. It was a lie to say that you weren’t eager to know just how good he would feel inside you, stretching you out perfectly, and all for him nonetheless, your legs feeling sticky hot.

Swallowing hard to take a minute to admire him, hard, perfectly curved, and leaking drops of precum down the shaft, that you couldn’t stop yourself from tasting. Your eyes meet his quickly before you take him into your awaiting palm, leaning forward to lick up the mess, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him onto your mouth with a moan. 

    “Fuck baby,” he moans. It was a soft and earthy moan, delicate and yet gruff at the same time, music to your ears, and you hated to admit, but you could listen to it forever. Your tongue glides over the prominent vein as you licked at the entirety of him. He stares down at you in awe, like he had never seen anything prettier in his entire life, and truth be told, he would argue that he hadn’t. As you take him further into your mouth, gagging slightly, as he slowly thrust his hips forward with a deep groan. 

    “mmm, s-shit… s-sweetheart… s’fucking, fuck.” 

He could feel himself nearing the edge, especially when you started to use your hand to work the rest of him, or the way spit began to dribble down the sides of your face. He wasn’t going to last, and he was going to be damned if he was going to spend it in your mouth before he got the chance to feel your precious little cunt wrapped around him. 

With nothing but sheer willpower he eases you off of him, looking down at you with a pout on his face. He runs his thumbs across the sides of your mouth, wiping away the spit. 

    “You keep doing that and I am not going to last at all, and I fucking hate that because that felt so damn good, but we agreed that we were going to fuck, so,” he explains, raising his brow. 

    “Shame, I was having fun.” 

Eddie gives a breathy chuckle, as he pushes you to lie on your back, lowering himself with you the entire way. Kicking off his shoes and the rest of his clothes, it’s finally dawned on you that you were both now fully exposed, and there was no going back now.

    “So..” 

    “So…” you respond, finding it hard to meet his gaze. 

Eddie clears his throat, biting at the inside of his cheek. “Is this how you want to do it, position wise I mean, because I am not opposed, I just want to kno-”

    “No I like this, it's a good solid position you know.” you shrug, blush creeping to your cheeks. “Or I mean, I could…I could ride you if you want that too?” 

You felt utterly stupid even suggesting it, but the way his eyes light up has heat pooling in your belly. 

             “Yeah? Yeah that sounds good too.” 

Eddie felt like a damn child at Christmas with the way you wanted to ride him. God he was in heaven. He does his best to keep his cool, acting like it didn’t really matter to him in the slightest, but he wasn’t as good at it as he originally thought. His dark eyes were wide, longing almost, and his lips pressed into a thin line. 

             “Well then, let’s try that.” 

    “Alright then, let's do this, sweetheart,” he says with a click of his tongue. He looks down momentarily, his smile fading and his brows knitting together. 

    “Fuck, um I don’t have a condom..” 

You roll your eyes, “I have some condoms in my backpack,” you say, pointing to your bag leaning against the table. It caught you by surprise, the fact that he didn’t at least have one on him. Not that you thought about it a lot but you would have Eddie pegged as someone who would never leave the house without one. You would like to say you knew all about his sexual exploits, but it dawned on you that there could have been plenty of encounters that he had failed to mention, so the thought of him without the necessary ‘tools’ to fuck someone seemed strange. 

             “Why don’t you have one? I thought you were fucking girls all the time?” You ask, watching as Eddie pulls himself up from the ground and hurries over to your bag, pulling it open to search through the pockets. 

He looks back at you, amusement written on his face. 

             “Yeah, um that’s why I’m out, dummy.” Flipping through the bag he sighs, “Where the fuck are they?” 

    “Back zipper, behind my textbooks.” you call back, “Well, it might just be me, but you should probably replenish your stash.” 

He opens the zipper, letting his mouth fall open at the sight. 

“Why would I need to do that when you’ve got enough for both of us right here. There’s no fucking reason I should need to have any of my own, but that’s besides the point. What.the.fuck. Are you doing, that you need this many condoms..in your backpack?” he asks, holding up a handful, dropping a few. 

“What?! A girl has to be prepared,” you argue, “never know when I’m going to need them, you know, and thank god I had some.” You say, brow raised as if to emphasize a point. 

He shakes his head in disbelief, brows knitted together, and eyes narrowed on you. 

“You do realize you don’t need condoms to mind-fuck someone, right y/n?”

He throws them back in your bag, keeping a hold of one of them as he makes his way back over to you, falling to his knees as he slowly shakes his head. 

            “I mean thank god, Steve can’t get you pregnant now, you know with all the fucking you guys do…in your head…” 

    “Ha ha, very funny, Munson.” 

Biting at your lower lip as you impatiently watch him roll the condom on. 

            “I’m just saying, better safe than sorry,” he shrugs, giving a little pout of his lips. Rolling your eyes, you prop yourself up on your knees, pushing him down on his back. Swinging your leg over his midsection, you line yourself up, his cock nudging your still sensitive clit, and you hiss at the contact. 

             “Yeah well.. anyway, ready?” You weren’t entirely sure if you were but there was only one way to find out. Eddie’s greedy hands find your waist as he pulls you down, his tip just barely inside you. 

             “Yeah, you?”

You nod your head, letting yourself sink down onto his length, grabbing onto his arm as you focus on the way he is stretching you out, filling you up deliciously.

    “Damn, you’re tight.” he says through gritted teeth.  Your head falls back and your lips fall open, soft whines leaving your lips as you work your hips to better take him. 

            “No, y-you're just s-so big.” 

Eddie’s head falls back with a soft thump and you’re not sure if it was because of what you said or something entirely different. “Y/n..” it’s like a reverent lullaby the way he says your name. “You are killing me.” 

As he bottoms out inside of you, you both still, almost too scared to move, too afraid for it all to come to an end. Looking down at him, your best friend, hair a tangled mess around his head and face, pupils blown, neck perfectly on display adorned by that damned necklace, and his lips. Lips that had just spoken your name ever so sweetly. You knew that everything was going to have to change, maybe not for the worst and maybe not for the better, but definitely change. There was no going back now and nothing could change it. 

It was involuntary, the way you clench around his cock, watching as his eyes fall shut for a brief moment. You don’t know what was happening to you, the way your pulse quickened at the sound of his soft, beautiful moan, or the way that a strange sensation, one that you could almost, almost, describe as butterflies filled you. It meant nothing, because why would it? Why should it mean anything?

You hadn't even realized that he was staring back at you, watching intently on the way your chest was heaving, the way your breast moved with each rise and fall of your chest. Letting his eyes drift the length of your body, stealing a glance at where you were so perfectly connected, as he lets out a shuttered sigh of relief. 

He notices the part of your lips, pink and still slightly swollen, as you breathe softly. He had never wanted anything more than to kiss you, feel your tongue collide with his, it was nothing shy of torture. 

His eyes drift up to yours, the glazed over looks piques his interest, and he’s forced to wonder just what that pretty little mind of yours was thinking. He squeezes your thighs, pulling you from the haze, and your eyes meet him, locking as you feel the embarrassment fill you. 

             “We gonna do this?” He says softly. 

             “Yeah of course, I was just adjusting.” You chuckle, giving him a wink.  Before you have any more time to think about anything else you start to move, finding a suitable rhythm to have both of you moaning. His fingers press harder into the flesh of your hips as your ass comes down against his lap, as you keenly bounce on his cock. 

              “Fuuuuck,” he groans, “you’re taking me so well.” 

Why? Why did he have to say that? You whine, feeling that familiar heat building inside you once more. Eddie meets your thrusts with ones of his own, each one bringing pleasure and pain as he begins to hit every deep spot inside you, ones you had never managed to do yourself. 

              “S-shit Munson,” you cry out, your head lulling back on your shoulders, as he drives into you. Part of you just wanted to let go, let him fuck you senseless. To just lie back and enjoy it all, and strangely enough he sensed it. “Eddie, give me more, p-please.” 

Eddie groans knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Anything for you, sweetheart.” With one fluid motion he had your back pressed firmly against the pallet, your hands falling above your head, and he can’t help but admire the way you look. 

Eddie grabs your ankles, slinging them over his shoulders providing him a whole new angle to fuck you. Deeper and harder. The stretch of him, stings, burns even causing your vision to start to blur. Fuck it was perfect, well almost. 

               “Better?” He finds it hard to speak, his pace quickening as he drills into you, relishing in the delicious pull you were giving him, your walls clinging to him like a vice. 

               “Oh f-fuck Eddie, yes..yes..” it had never felt so right to say his name in such a manner, and it scared part of you to your core. He watches in awe at the way your tits bounce with each thrust, and the way your arms tangle lazily around each other, your teeth coming out to sink into your bottom lip and your eyes fall closed. 

The poor boy had almost thought that he had finally died and had gone to heaven, but he knew it wasn’t, because if it was, he would have his tongue shoved so far down your throat at this point. Truth be told, he was going to be damned if he didn’t get to kiss you at least once at some point. 

“Fuck you look so goddamn pretty, so perfect” he didn’t want you to catch the last part but you did, you heard all of it. Eddie, nearing his climax, snakes his hand down to your clit, thumb massaging tight circles into it, ones that make your body squirm, ones that match the pace of his thrusts. You can feel your sweet release burning deep in your stomach, while your head begins to spin. The drawl of his cock, moving in a sweet yet simple pace, and the tempo that he was keeping with the pad of his thumb, was rendering you completely drunk. 

    “Mmmm fuck…..baby…” Eddie groans, lowering himself down to you, the familiar chain dangling in your face. His lips were so close to yours, his labored breaths fanning across your face, his eyes meeting yours. You hadn’t noticed it until then, and perhaps it hadn’t always been there, but in this exact moment, his eyes held a deep sense of adoration in them, like he was looking at something that meant the world to him. His eyes flicker down to your lips, and before you can process, his lips are pressed against yours. Shocked, your eyes widen, and your breath hitches. Nothing was working, your body had gone numb as you felt your release take over. Every part of your body sets a flame, as your back bows off the pallet and your eyes fall shut. 

Your cunt spasms around him as his own release gives, his hips stuttering with each thrust. Your name tumbling from his lips against yours. Somewhere deep inside of you surfaced, taking control as you reach up and grab the guitar pick that was dangling in front of you, and use it to close the gap between you and Eddie. Crashing your lips against his in a heated and messy kiss. The one simple rule, now a distant memory.  

Eddie’s hips halt as he stills inside you, bringing his arm around to rest under your back as he deepens the kiss. He didn’t care if the kiss was a result of your shared highs, and would most likely last only a second more before you both pulled away and would pretend that it didn’t happen. You on the other hand, had no idea what possessed you to kiss him back, especially like you did. At some point in the night you had lost all sense of logic and reason. You would argue that some ulterior force hijacked you, making you think that whatever this was, was the right choice. 

You pull away from him, still too stunned to say anything, and from the looks of it, so was he. Pupils blown, and a look of surprise on his face. The room is silent except for the sounds of the pair of you fighting to catch your breaths. Both of you are far too afraid to make any sudden movements, as you fight to meet each other’s gaze. It felt like a lifetime had passed by the time Eddie pulled out of you, discarding the spent condom, and plopping down beside you. 

Staring up at all the stage lights wondering who was going to speak first and cut the tension, and you felt relieved and nervous all at the same time when you heard Eddie’s mouth open. 

    “Well that was..” he says, clearing his throat. He fights the urge to look over at your still figure, as you do the same. 

    “Yeah…yeah it was..” you croak, your voice broken. 

The silence settles again, and you can’t help but wonder what was going on in the beautiful head of his, not that you knew even what was going on in your. Neither of you had ever been at more of a loss for words than you were right now. This was a first. 

    “So how’s Rebecca?” You ask, unsure of why you thought that this was the topic that most definitely needed to be brought up at this moment. 

Eddie bursts out into laughter as his hand flies up to wipe over his face.

    “Really!? Now? This is the conversation you want to have now of all times?” He chuckles, finally looking over at you to see that you were already looking at him with wide eyes. You giggle, feeling slightly embarrassed but relieved that the tension had been cute. 

    “Well believe it or not Eddie, I have never been in this position before, so I’m not really sure whats good in the state of post best friend fucking conversations?” you huff a laugh, rolling your eyes as he gives you a suggestive look. 

    “Well we both know you're lying when you say you’ve never been in that position before..” 

Grabbing the pillow beside you, you swing it at his head, laughing when you hear the muffled sounds of a grunt. 

    “Ha ha ha.” you say sarcastically. 

    “Rebecca is great by the way, thanks for asking.” He says with a wolfish grin, “I don’t really think it's going anywhere though but who knows. I mean we’re not really out of the ‘hey can I buy some weed off of you?’ ‘Sure thing’ ‘you’re so cool Eddie’ phase just yet, but things seem to be turning around, maybe sooner or later I’ll find some courage to actually talk to her, but I seriously doubt it.” he jokes, to which you roll your eyes.

    “Well if it means anything, I don’t like her, so.” you smile back. 

    “Oh, well then in that case, I am just going to have to forget about her it seems, you know since you don’t like her.” he deadpans, the sarcasm heavy in his tone. 

    “Good, I’m glad you get it.” You let your gaze linger on him a moment more, letting it drift down the length of his body, biting at the inside of your cheek.

    “Getting a good look?” he asks, watching as the blush creeps to your cheeks. 

    “Oh shut up.” you retort. 

You locate your clothes quickly, and slip into them, aware that his eyes are trained on you every step of the way. 

    “Getting a good look?” you mock, turning to see him blatantly staring. 

    “Yeah well it's not everyday you get to see your best friend naked, so I figured that I would commit it to memory, you know, just in case.” 

Eddie looks at you, the familiar glint of mischief behind his eyes. Grabbing his clothes you toss them at him, your hands falling to your hips. 

    “Mhm, just in case of what, Eddie?” 

Eddie drags on his clothes, standing up to tower over you, fixing his belt while he looks down at you, eyes narrowed with that mischievous glint. 

    “Just in case, you die but your face gets horribly disfigured and they come to me needing to ID you, but all that's left is your body, and then I can tell them ‘yep officer, that's her alright, I’d know those tits anywhere, they’re better than Anne Wilkinson’s.’” 

You shake your head, biting at your lower lip to hide the laugh that was begging to escape. 

           “So you see, I’m just looking out for you, baby.” He winks. He begins to pick up the blankets that you were just using, unable to stop yourself from admiring the expanse of his back currently covered by his denim vest, or the curve of his ass, as he bends over. Stop!  

Your stomach flutters, and you swallow hard, clearing your throat as you make your way back to the table, picking up your backpack, and plopping it down on the table, grabbing out a few spare condoms. Eddie makes his way over to you with a smile, as you hold out your hand for him. 

    “Here.” 

Eddie holds out his own hand, skepticism on his face, as he waits for you to reveal yours. 

    “What are you giving me?” 

You drop a handful of condoms into his awaiting palm, with a smile of your own.

    “Wouldn’t want you to be unprepared for any other sexual voyages you encounter now would we. It’s like what you always say, better safe than sorry.” 

You sling your bag over your shoulder, beaming at him as you make your way to the door, leaning against the frame. 

    “Now will you please take me home? I need to shower.” you quip, folding your arms over your chest. 

Eddie flashes you the cheesiest smile, sliding the condoms into his pocket. 

    “Sure thing, sweetheart.”

 thikkiesixx here you go doll!

[kingsuckjin]

Company Policy -JJK

- Pairing: coworker Jungkook x reader

- Genre: established relationship? Sort of

- Rating:18+

- Words: 5k

- Summary: Eight months. Eight months you have regretted breaking off being fuck buddies with your hot coworker. You were so afraid of being caught with him but now that you’ve had time to think, would it really be so bad as long as you could have him all to yourself again? Does he even like you anymore? Has he moved on? All you know is it’s been eight months since you’ve had sex, he’s been all you could think about. Now he’s looking pretty hot at this office party.

- Warnings: pining, explicit content, public sex, they fuck on a coworker’s desk, public sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, heavy dirty talk, brief mention of oral sex and a ton of other past sexual acts like thigh riding and hair pulling, kind of jealous tattooed kook, not voyurism but someone else is there at some point, and finally a dash of fluff.

- A/n: This post is a commission for the ARMY for AAPI Justice and Advocacy Event. Please click >here< to find more resources and consider donating to the cause! Thank you so incredibly much to the donor @lcksndkys​ for donating and commissioning this, you are an absolute angel, I hope you know that. I might’ve gotten a bit carried away and wrote a few thousand more words than planned, but you deserve it. 

“Morning,” 

“Morning.” Was the greeting between you and Jungkook every morning when you stepped into the elevator, coffee in hand.

That was it, that was all you ever said to each other anymore. His smell always floated around the confined space making your mind flashback to what once was before you quickly pushed it away from your brain.

Neither of you ever said anything about it, it was like it had never even happened and sometimes you wonder if it even had or if your brain had made up everything that had happened eight months ago from your frequent dirty thoughts of your coworker. It felt like a lifetime ago. The familiarity of him, his smell, his smile, his voice along with the cold distance, avoidance to even look at you, and the constant wonder of him having someone else made you a little sick at your stomach.

You had decided to break things off… as if either of you were any more than fuck buddies. You knew that if anyone at work had ever found out about the two of you, you’d most likely both be fired. No banging other employees was a pretty strict policy there and you remembered the two nice ladies that were fired last year for it, you remembered it because your boss had made such an example of it.

You had been more than paranoid when you and Jungkook were boning for a whole month, you both had been so secretive even going as far as to have each other park down the street from your houses when the other came over. It didn’t help that you lived with your sister and didn’t want her to know you were sneaking someone in the house and screwing them. It also didn’t help that his roommate worked there too and didn’t get along at times. It didn’t seem like all the effort to sneak around was worth it at the time, but now you felt like you had a mistake.

As you took your seat behind the reception desk and began to put away your things for the morning, you just kept stealing glimpses of him doing the same at his cubicle. Every morning he would put his black messenger bag under his desk, turn on his computer, and roll the sleeves of his white button-up shirt up to reveal one very tattooed arm. His wavy hair was usually put back into a half ponytail for professionalism and probably so he could see, but there were always strands that managed to escape his hair elastic throughout the day. It was painful mentally at times having a view of him but trying not to look, it was painful knowing he wouldn’t look back at you anymore. You could still feel what it was like when he had glanced at you and smiled at you, your heart sped up at just the thought. 

“Ugh why are you always here so early, you leave before I even wake up.” his roommate,Jimin, had walked in, looking great as usual but a bit tired in the face. He was lingering around Jungkook’s desk with his things still in hand.

“I like to be prepared, unlike you.” Jungkook joked back with a smile but you knew it was just more than a joke, Jungkook really didn't care for Jimin, he was a bit too spiteful towards him sometimes.

He had always come in early, you both were typically the first ones here besides the janitor. You had to be, your boss liked you here nice and early to greet everyone as they walked in.

“You coming to the thing tonight? The boss is letting us have booze.” Jimin asked him.

You felt like you really shouldn’t be paying attention to the conversation so you went back to sipping your coffee and getting ready to start the day.

“Hey.”

It nearly scared you to death as you rummaged through your bag under the desk for your chapstick. Your body jolted up to see Jimin leaning one arm on the reception counter.

“What?” you asked in confusion, wondering what he was now doing hanging around you with such a sly smirk.

“Well good morning to you too. Are you going to the party tonight? Boss is having a thing to celebrate meeting our yearly product sales goal.”

“I… haven’t thought about it, why?” you were honest, it didn’t mean anything to you.

“I know we have this policy, but you should think about going with me.” he gave you a wink that made you raise your eyebrows in surprise. “We could come here and have a few drinks and a good time, then we could go back to my place and-”

“How about we don’t? We could just not do that.” you gave him a very fake smile.

Sudden loud coughing erupted through the room making you both look over at the source.

Jungkook was doubled over with his coffee still in his hand.

“You good?” Jimin asked him casually and Jungkook gave a thumbs up to show he was fine, even though his big eyes were slightly teary before holding up his coffee cup to signify he had strangled on his coffee.

“Anyway, if you’re worried about someone saying something about us, you could just come separately and we could just see what happens…”

“I’m not worried because there is no us, Jimin. I’ll come, but let’s not see what happens, and let’s not even speak.” 

“Your loss. At least I’ll have Jungkook there with me.” Jimin responded along with a shrug to your savage words before walking away.

You looked over to Jungkook to make sure he hadn’t died because he was no longer choking, you just wanted to make sure he was still breathing but your eyes were met with his. He was giving you this gaze before he raised his eyebrows at you with a slight momentary smirk, it all only lasted less than a split second before he adjusted his black tie and turned back around to face his desk. 

How could he be so casual with a look like that at you? How could he be so casual with everything that had happened between you? You had no idea what that look was about but it had your brain so frazzled. It could’ve been nothing, but it was the most interaction you’ve had with him in so long, all it had done was remind you how starved for him you were.

You looked down at your desk feeling your face get a little warm.

Images of that very shirt he was wearing right now, being unbuttoned rapidly with those tattooed fingers in some dark, sketchy hotel room ran through your mind. 

“I wish you knew how much I’d go through to be this close to you, to be inside of you.” The memory of his words and hushed voice into your skin gave you goosebumps.

The same man who had said that now sat right over there, not even having tried to flirt with you in the past eight months as you sat here and wondered why you do this to yourself. 

Did he still feel that way or had he just meant it at the moment? There were plenty at the moment things that he had said that would flood into your mind just to hurt you when you saw him.

You glanced at him throughout the day as you often did.

You avoided each other on your lunch break, stepping around each other to get to the vending machines in the break room.

You ate at your desk alone while he ate with Jimin in the break room.

Things were the same as they had been, the look he had given you earlier meant nothing, maybe nothing that had happened in the past meant nothing to him too.

Maybe it was all just fun like you both had planned for it to be, if so, why were you still so stuck on it? Why were you stuck on him? You told yourself it was just because he was attractive, the most gorgeous man in the office, but there were just these little things about him you couldn’t get over. The way he stretched and grunted in the morning, you knew the way he liked his coffee, you knew his parents’ names. You had both shared so much of your lives for an entire month almost constantly until you ripped it away from yourself so stupidly. You had both agreed to delete each other’s numbers, but the truth was, you still kept his name in your phone with little hearts by his name. You needed this to end, you needed to stop being so hung up on him because he wasn’t with you. You decided to go to this thing tonight and at least hope for some answers, if you failed to get any you would do your best to stop thinking about him.

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You had talked yourself out of this more than five times already, but you had gotten dressed and ready and made the drive over.

You now sat in the office parking lot just picking lint off of your black dress, not looking forward to how awkward this might be. In your years of working there, you had mostly just kept to yourself… until the thing with Jungkook happened.

“Are you nervous? You look nervous” he gave you a little smile from across the table from the coffee shop. He had asked you to get coffee after work and he could see right through you

“A little.” You had admitted.

“Don’t be shy, it’s just me. It’s just Jungkook, we work together every day.”

“Don’t be nervous.” You found yourself saying out loud to yourself as you gazed out your windshield at the building. “I shouldn’t be. I work with him every day and nothings going to happen anyway.” You hurt yourself a little with the last part. You put a lot more care into how you looked tonight than you wanted to admit.

“It’s just a stupid office party,” you grumbled to yourself before unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car, if it was horrible or boring then you could just go home.

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You didn’t know what you had expected, but it wasn’t this. You had followed the signs to the floor that had held a large meeting room, but it didn’t look like a meeting room now.

It was just a room full of people with a snack table and alcohol. The room was dimmed but there were some cheap party effects lighting things happening. People were laughing and talking over some pop music that wasn’t eardrum-bustlingly loud but you still had to strain to hear over. You spotted a lot of coworkers you saw every day, more that you didn’t know from different departments though. You kind of just went and stood by a wall with your eyes searching faces, not stopping too long on any just in case they might think you were staring at them. Before you had left you wondered if you had been too dressed up, but now you were glad for your little black dress as you saw what the others were wearing. Everyone looked so nice and not at all what you were used to them wearing. 

While your eyes were going over who was talking to who, you found him.

In the corner of the room on the opposite end, talking to some girl you had only seen a handful of times. She was touching her hair and smiling at him. He looked so dressed down in his ripped black jeans and a black t-shirt. His tattoos were freed as you had always liked seeing and his hair wasn’t being held back. You had seen him like this multiple times, but had anyone else? He had always looked so good like this, so himself. 

Just seeing his hair down reminded you of all the times you had grabbed at it while moaning his name. Seeing him in those black ripped jeans reminded you of all the times he has made you ride his chiseled, hard thighs until you came multiple times. 

You felt like you had been kicked in the heart as your brain went back to the present moment and saw her placing a hand on his shoulder.

He laughed at something she had said but took a step back out of her grasp smoothly before giving her a small wave. A few more words were exchanged before she apprehensively walked away from him, heaving him alone to stand at the wall on the other side of the room.

Your eyes darted away from him and over to the snack and drink table, you weren’t planning on getting any, but you wanted to make it look that way.

You felt nervous, he looked good and at least one other person had noticed. You told yourself that the lady who had just spoken to him didn’t know him as you did, she probably just saw a hot guy dressed in black with tattoos… just like you had when you both had started whatever happened. He was more than all of that, to you especially now after you had a lot of time to think about it all.

Although you didn’t want your eyes to, they had darted to him for a split second to see he had his phone out… until he looked up from it at you.

He had seen you, he had seen you looking at him from across the room, but he didn’t react. Instead, his eyes went back down to his phone, and yours went back to the table.

Your phone buzzed in your bag and you decided to fish it out thinking it could help you look busy.

“Hey, it’s Jungkook. I see you :)”

Your heart nearly jumped out of your mouth as you read the text. 

He hadn’t deleted your number just like you hadn’t his.

You felt his eyes watching you but you didn’t look up. He was waiting for your reply, but you just stood there dumbfounded that he had just sent you a text from across the room.

“I know.” you had nervously typed different versions of this reply over and over only to erase each time before settling on the most simple reply.

“You look good.” it had taken him no time to reply in comparison to you. You stood there in shock and lost as to what to say to him. You were taking too long because he sent a second text.

“I know that dress. I remember it.”

You had been hoping he would. You had worn this dress on the first night you both had ever done anything. You made out in his car after your coffee date. He had just kept telling you how pretty you looked even with his hand in your underwear. It was hard to resist him from even the first date, you had no idea how you had made it eight months now.

“You look nice too, you always have.” You typed and sent it quickly before you could change your mind.

You watched him run his inked fingers through his hair as he read the text. You could swear you saw a flash of a smile on his face before his thumbs went to work on his phone.

“I miss you.” Popped up on your screen.

Part of you felt like crying a little. You felt his eyes on you once again and you looked up away from your phone to see that your feeling had been correct. You were sure your mouth was open as you locked eyes from across the room. Your phone vibrated again in your hand.

“We should talk.”

“Hey, gorgeous!” Jimin stepped in front of you making you lock your phone. “I know you said let’s not talk but-“

“Then why are you talking to me?”

“How could I not? You’re the prettiest one here.” He smirked but you could smell the alcohol on his breath. You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes.

“Oh hey! I’ve been looking for you!” Jungkook now walked up with a smile at you. “You found her for me and didn’t even know I was looking, thanks, man.” Jungkook seemed to be thanking an equally confused as you Jimin.

“Sorry to bother you about work stuff at a party, but I forgot to earlier. I need the contact info to a client I’ve been working on to sell more products to. It’s wild, it’s like I went to the bathroom one day and the info to this big buyer just kinda… disappeared I guess. So weird, almost like someone has it out for me.” Jungkook gave the fakest joking laugh you had ever seen and Jimin looked a bit wide-eyed. “Anyway, You’re the receptionist so I know you have the contact info for everyone anyway so I was wondering if you could maybe help me out and get it for me? It’s kind of really important and I need it ASAP. Already asked the boss and he said it was cool.” 

Jimin had just kind of slinked off silently, but you knew what Jungkook was doing.

“Yeah, Uh of course.” You nodded.

He tilted his head in the direction of the door before you followed him out.

He led you towards the elevator in absolute silence and even as he pushed the button for the floor you both worked on he said nothing.

You were beginning to think he was wanting your help. And then you thought about it more in the silent ride and you felt so stupid. Of course he was wanting your help, he had never said he actually didn’t, not even when Jimin had walked away.

“I can’t believe that asshole sabotaged me like that. My roommate sabotaged my sale.” He mumbled before scoffing as the elevator door opened.

“I-I’ll help.” You said but he passed right by your desk.

“I’m glad you said that.” He replied as he walked over to Jimin’s cubicle.

“What are we doing?” You finally asked.

“Depends…” he raised an eyebrow as he looked back at you. “What do you want me to do?” 

You swallowed the lump of nervousness in your throat to speak as you looked into his mischievous-looking dark eyes.

“Whatever you want I guess.”

He lifted you in almost an instant and sat you on Jimin’s desk.

“You know he’s always liked you, right? He would tell on us if he ever found out. You were willing to risk it, right here right now?” He dared.

Instead of speaking you grabbed a fist full of his t-shirt and tugged him down until his lips met yours.

God did you want it. You have wanted for eight long months. You were willing to risk everything after so long without his lips on yours.

You were still nervous but his kiss brought it all back for you and how natural it felt.

“Fuck me.” You pleaded against his lips.

“You need it? Tell me you need it.” His lips moved to your neck as he ran a hand through the back of your hair.

“Ah, fuck I need it. I haven’t fucked anyone since you.” It slipped out of your mouth and got a second your body went rigid.

“Me neither.” He nipped at your neck.

The second thing he had done tonight that had stunned you.

“Wait.” You stopped him and he backed up to look at you.

“I missed you too. Not just… not just this, I missed you. I don’t know if you feel the same but-“

“What did you think I meant by I missed you? I didn’t just mean the sex or your body. I meant you as a person.” 

“I-why didn’t you just say?” You wondered out loud. 

He dropped to the floor on his knees between your legs.

“Cause you dumped me.” He let out a snort “you told me to delete your number, which surprise, I didn’t. You wouldn’t look at me. Plus this went two ways you know. You didn’t contact me either.” He stated as he looked up at you while ghosting his fingers over the skin of your thighs as he spoke.

“I dumped you?” You were surprised by this news. You know neither of you had had the relationship talk before.

“I mean, I like to think we were together.”

“Then we should be again,” you decided. You were tired of wanting him and not having him and something told you that he felt the same.

“I think so too,” he whispered, inching his lips closer and closer to yours before smashing into them.

His hands squeezed at the meat of your thighs before trailing them up the sides, up under your skirt, and hooking them in your panties. Your tongues whipped together in each other’s mouths. You managed to move so that he could get your panties down, but he only pulled them to your knees. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the table, so close you thought you might fall off if he wasn’t right there between your legs. 

His fingers now slowly ran from your inner thighs to your folds. As soon as he touched you, you unlocked your lips from his and let out a shaky breathed whine.

“I can tell you missed me. You're so wet for me,” he whispered so quietly just for you to hear even though no one else was in the room.

You did your best to stay quiet as his fingers teasingly and slowly ran over your clit and back down to your cunt.

He lifted his slick fingers to his mouth and you watched with a slightly open mouth as he let them slide past his lips and then out of his mouth altogether, coming out more glossy from his spit.

“I missed the way you taste”

His even more wet fingers that now teased at your pussy were making you want to grab his hand and force it to do something more. You were practically shaking under even the slightest of his touches. You were nervous for someone to walk in at any given moment and all he was doing was drawing things out and letting his fingers kill precious time playing in your folds.

“I'd love to make you cum right now with my mouth” he pressed a kiss onto your neck where his face had been camping out while his fingers tortured you. “But I know how that makes you scream and we have to be very…” another kiss to your neck “very” his fingers finally slowly slipped into your cunt “very quiet.” his whispers tapered off to quieter and quieter, so much so that your shaking breaths felt loud between the both of you.

You were doing your best not to break out into full-blown moans so that maybe if someone walked in you could play it off as just talking or something else, as long as no one heard your moans on the way up the both of you could have time to look normal. 

His fingers curled inside of you with his palm grinding down onto your clit slowly.

“Oh God.” you breathed not knowing how you were supposed to survive this. He was all you wanted for months upon months and now that you had him here, tattooed hand knuckle deep in your pussy, his lips on your skin saying nothing but filth, you felt like you couldn't even let go as much as you wanted to, but you were trying.

His hand sped up its movements as you could feel how hard he was now in his jeans against the inside of your thigh.

Your lips squeezed together but it couldn’t stop the small whimpers he forced out of you. You could hear him breathing in your ear along with the wet sounds of your pussy. You were close but so scared. Doing this out in the open was such a thrill but it also made you paranoid. 

“Cum for me. I hear the way you’re whining, you’re so close I know it. Just cum for me. Cum around my fingers, no one will know.” 

You couldn’t stop it now.

You grabbed a hold of his shirt and forced his chest harder against yours, you wanted him closer, impossibly close as you came undone, clenching around his fingers rhythmically as each wave of pleasure pulsed through your body. 

He let out a little moan at the sound and feel of you coming. 

“I missed that too.” He whispered to himself before pulling his fingers out of you slowly.

He reached between you and you felt him quickly yet nervously fiddling with his button and zipper with his hand that wasn’t soaked in your wetness.

He made a show about taking his thick, veiny cock out of his pants and rubbing your juices from his hand over it. 

In seconds he was back in your ear.

“Can I fuck your brains out?” The whisper was soft, his voice was sweet but the words themselves were as hard as his dick he still stroked in his hand.

“You're always allowed brains out.” You whispered back “just do it.” 

You felt his head run over your folds teasingly as he continued to play with you and himself.

“Do you still think about me fucking your brains out?” He asked. You could hear how much wetness had spread from you to his cock with each pump of his hand.

“Every time I need to get off.” You admitted. “So give it to me so I don’t have to keep wishing anymore.” 

He pushed into you slowly, letting out a deep sigh and throwing his head back for a moment so you could see his perfectly sculpted throat.

You missed how full he made you feel while he was inside of you. 

He pulled out almost entirely, the head of his cock was the only thing left inside of you, pushing on your g-spot before the thrust back in hard. This was the way he fucked, pulling out almost entirely so his head hit where you needed it. You had experienced guys that just flopped around, but he knew you, he knew your body, he paid attention, he had a very special handcrafted way to get you off over and over until you were shaking.

One of his hands grabbed your hip while the other went to your clit to play with using his thumb.

“You miss this, baby?” You miss my dick between your legs?” His lips brushed with your parted and panting ones as he spoke.

You let out a whimper as you focused on your second orgasm, his hips were not letting up and neither was his lips that whispered pure filth.

“Want me to cum inside of you, make you not want to forget me and who you belong to? Right here on Jimin's desk.” 

Your eyes squeezed shut and you clutched at the fabric of his shirt as you were once again thrown into pure pleasure.

You couldn’t help it this time. The way he touched you, the way he felt inside of you, his grunts and words were all too much.

“Please, fucking cum inside of me, I want it all fuck you feel so good.” You cried out way too loudly. 

“Oh my god, fuck.” He breathed through pants as his hips pounded into yours. You felt him release inside of you. Your walls clenched around him upon hearing his long deep guttural moan. 

“I haven’t cum like that in…” he panted before letting out a little chortle of laughter “well in eight months.” 

“So,” there was a loud voice in the room making your heads turn and your stomach’s sink. “You fucked on my desk.” Jimin looked beyond angry as he sat in an office chair across the room with his phone in his hand, pointing it at the both of you. You had no idea when or how he had come in, but you knew you were both beyond physically fucked.

Jungkook had already scrambled to pull out of you and zip his pants back up as you jumped off the desk, pulled your underwear up, and smoothed out your dress.

“That's fine, I have you both on video. I really liked you y/n. Jungkook, Looks like I’m moving out.” he stood from the chair and headed towards the direction of the elevator. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to speak to our boss about this. He probably won't be too happy to see you two are breaking company policy.” 

“Fuck company policy and fuck you! You were an awful friend, roommate and you've always been jealous of me!” Jungkook yelled at him back.

“Not anymore, jobless.” Jimin turned back to give Jungkook a smirk before he stepped into the elevator.

With that, you were both just left there.

“I… I am so so sorry…” Jungkook began apologetically and just as stunned as you were.

“Don’t be, we’re too good for this job anyway, we can find new ones. It looks like you need a new roommate now though.” 

You watched his face as a small smile grew on it.

“Yeah, looking for someone prettier and nicer, maybe someone willing to be my girlfriend? I don't know though, I don’t want to make too many demands.” 

“Well I could meet all of those demands.” you played along. “We won't have to sneak around anymore.”

“Yes, please, yes. I uh- don't want to ruin the cute moment, but I think we should get out of here before Jimin brings the boss up.”

“Oh fuck, right. Uhh, we should probably just never come back too. Let’s just grab our stuff from our desks and make a run for it.”

“Let's go. You know, this is simultaneously the best, worst, most exciting, and most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me,” he said and you couldn't help but laugh and agree.

Maybe the both of you had made a big mistake, but perhaps there could be good that came from it. You had him back and honestly you didn’t feel too bad about trading your dumb job with its dumb company policy for him.

[finelinevogue]

Can we get some more brother!harry?

I really enjoyed your piece where he caught her smoking ❤️

of course you can!! (rip if your name is natalia) hope this is what you wanted;

Natalia.

Beautiful name to juxtapose a horrible excuse of a human being.

Harry was never that great when it came to choosing his girlfriends, but this one was by far the worst. Bekka had been bad, because she had been cheating on Harry with her best friends dad. India was just so toxic, to the point where she’d ask Harry why he wasn’t mad with her over the most trivial things as if she wanted him to be mad. Daya was ok, but she wanted different things to what Harry wanted and so they ended up in a massive argument and ending things quicker than they started. Natalia though, wow. She was something else and that wasn’t a compliment.

You don’t know whether it was just because she targeted you especially, but she was just a downright cruel person. You could easily tell her intentions with your brother were not good. She was a plain ol’ gold digger, evident from the credit card that Harry leant her and she spent so much on it the bank had to call Harry to ask him to authorise that he was aware of the amount of money being spent. She bought a car with his card. A fucking car. Harry was too blinded by her beauty and her experience that he was oblivious to her witchy behaviour towards you. It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to tell him either, it was more that he didn’t care enough.

“No Harry. No.” You argued with him, standing in the middle of the kitchen as he was busy washing the rest of the dishes in the sink. It was just the two of you home at the moment, because Gemma and Anne were spending the weekend at an exclusive spa in Cheshire, so you didn’t understand how there were so many dishes.

“Y/N, it’s not an option. You’re not staying at home by yourself.” Harry spoke sternly back to you, letting out his frustration by vigorously scrubbing the dishes.

“I’m literally 17 - 18 in like 3 weeks. I’m more than capable of staying home.” You stomped your foot to the ground like a child.

“And I don’t care. You’re coming to lunch whether you want to or not.” Harry finished the last plate and dries his hands on the towel next to the sink, before throwing it over to you.

“But she’ll be there.”

“She’s my girlfriend, so you’ll nice to her.”

“If she’s nice to me, then yeah.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to the sink to start drying the dishes that Harry just cleaned.

“ Y/N, I swear to God.” Harry groaned in frustration, tugging a stressful hand through his hair. “Can you at least pretend to be happy for me for once?”

“Gee Harry, i’m just so happy to be going out to lunch with you and your girlfriend!” You put on the biggest grin as your sarcasm practically dripped from your tongue.

“Stop being a spoilt little shit and finish those dishes. We’re leaving in 20.” Harry spoke harshly, before leaving the room with a heavy strop to his step. It left you to blink back the tears that you couldn’t help that Natalia was ruining your whole relationship with your brother.

You and Harry used to be so tight nit, now it would be a miracle if he spent a day with you per month. Natalia had come along 5 months ago and she had completely turned Harry’s life around for the worst, only Harry was too ignorant to see that. Anne had come home multiple times to find you crying because Harry had cancelled on you, again, or Natalia had said something that had really hurt. Normally you were okay with taking hate, but Natalia made it somehow worse than that. Even if Anne or Gemma tried to talk Harry about the damage all this was causing you it would always be the same response;

“She just wants attention.”

The restaurant was very pretty.

It was one that you and Harry used to go to all the time, when there was no girlfriend around. It sold the best pastries and life-changing eggs on toast. The food was always delicious and the staff were so completely lovely. You were glad to be coming here, making you feel more comfortable than you would if you went to a expensive fancy restaurant instead. This little restaurant, named ‘Lemon Puffs’ after their infamous lemon, cream and pastry puffs, made you feel safe and happy.

“Remember to just be nice.” Harry spoke as you both approached the table that Natalia was already sat at. She was too busy on her phone to realise you were even here.

“If she plays nice then yeah.” You bit back.

“Y/N just stop being petty, y’pissing me off now.” Harry argued. “Whine like a bitch later. I don’t need it today.”

You stopped talking after that, not having anything else to say to him. He’d made it very clear that you were only here because he didn’t trust you at home by yourself, but by the same token wanted you quiet because he didn’t trust you enough to speak nicely. Harry hugged and kissed Natalia like he hadn’t just seen her last night and then sat down opposite to her, leaving you to sit next to Harry because you sure as hell weren’t sitting next to her. Natalia didn’t even make the effort to hug you or shake hands, in fact you barely got a simple hello.

“You alright, baby?” Natalia asked, twirling her hand into Harry’s from across the table. Disgusting.

“Yeah i’m good. This one’s a pain in my arse, as always.” Even with his joking tone, you knew he was being somewhat serious and that really messed with you.

“Typical.” Natalia rolled her eyes and tutted her tongue, not hesitating to use the opportunity to be mean to you. Harry thought she was merely playing along with his words, but you new otherwise.

“You know what you want yet?” Harry asked as he pulled his own attention towards the menu. You didn’t need to look at the menu, as being here so many times has allowed you to discover the perfect order.

“I think i’m just going to get the salad, but without the chicken, cheese or cucumber.” She answered, sipping on the water she must’ve already ordered whilst waiting for you both.

“So just lettuce?” You asked, not meaning for it to be a condescending question and yet she took it that way anyways.

“Is there something wrong with that, Y/N?” She asked, being really harsh in the way she spoke your name - as if the syllables actually caused her pain to speak.

“N-no I was just—”

“Didn’t think so.” She snapped and turned away from you to look back towards Harry, with her shit-eating grin that didn’t fool you. Harry kicked you leg under the table too, not appreciating the way you were speaking to Natalia. He didn’t even think about the way his girlfriend was speaking to you though. As usual.

“I’ll probably get the salad too.” Harry nodded his head and you shook your head as he spoke. Harry would never normally get a salad. Like, that’s so Kardashian of him. Harry, whenever he came here with you, always ordered a cheese and pickle panini, with extra crunchy pickles, a portion of chips and some halloumi fries too. Oh and then a cake for pudding. He wouldn’t have gone for a boring salad. Fucking Natalia was ruining him and you hated to have a front row seat of it.

“Not the usual then?” You tried to joke with him, but he was clearly still pissed off with you for being… you.

“Why, are you?” He asked quizzically.

“Obviously.” You smiled, which made Harry smile for a split second before Natalia pulled him away from you. Your smile disappeared and a frown settled in, knowing it would stay there for a long time.

“Babe, I am here too you know?” Natalia joked, bur you could see the anger and jealousy behind her eyes. If looked could kill you’d be ten feet under, twenty times over by now.

“Sorry, yeah.” Harry cleared his throat and paid closer attention to her.

Lunch went by slowly.

Natalia scoffed when she heard your order; poached eggs on toast with three pieces of crispy bacon on the side, a portion of chips and a mint iced tea. Oh and a cake for pudding, but you’d come to that later. Natalia ate her lettuce as Harry eat his salad as you ate your eggs on toast with bacon and chips. You loved the food, hated the company and couldn’t make up your mind whether you loved or hated being here. Natalia and Harry talked throughout lunch, leaving you out of all their conversations. The only time Harry spoke to you was when he asked whether your food was okay, eyeing it up as if he wanted to make love to it and send his salad to the nearest dumpster.

“Was everything alright for you?” Paul, the owner of the business and dude in charge of the eggs asked you when all your plates were empty as Harry’s growling stomach.

“Lovely, thank you.” Harry responded gratefully.

“Perfect.” You smiled as you handed your dirty plate to Paul.

“It was a bit plain.” Natalia moved her plate away from her in disgust and Paul put on his best customer smile, apologising for that before leaving to go and ring up the bill.

“Okay i’m just going to go for a quick wee before I pay.” Harry announced, getting up from the table to go to the loo.

“Okay babe. Don’t be too long.” She called out and then it was left just you and her.

“Well this was nice.” You tried to be nice, as Harry told you to, and start a meant conversation with your arch enemy. Kill ‘em with kindness - that was Harry’s slogan wasn’t it?

“If you hadn’t have been here then yeah.” She turned her nose up at you.

“Look,” you began, wanting her to understand something, “whatever i’ve done to upset you and make you hate me, i’m sorry. Just, I don’t want you to dislike me and I know that Harry really likes you so I want us to be able to get along.”

“Listen, Y/N,” there it was again - your name spoken with dripping venom, “I don’t want to get along with you. You make me sick. You are such a baby to Harry and you’re needy, which means I don’t get to spend time with my boyfriend—”

“Don’t get to spend time with him?” You had to laugh at that. Apart from today, you’d seen Harry maybe a total of 2 hours this whole week and it was Saturday. “You’re practically attached at the hip.”

“Not enough. Harry needs to keep away from you, you only bring him trouble.”

“I’m his fucking sister.” You shouted quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace for the rest of the customers.

“Not an excuse. Look Y/N, I understand that you are quite lonely and don’t have many friends? Maybe you should consider that’s for a very good reason?” She rhetorically asked you and that made you sit back a bit. She was pulling apart your insecurities now and exposing them to find the most painful parts, so she could watch you suffer with only the curse of her words.

“It’s not like that.” You tried to convince yourself more than her, tears in your eyes over something so hurtful to you.

“No? ‘Cause I think that you aren’t the kind of person anyone wants around, including Harry.” She stood up dusted herself off as he noticed Harry walk back over to the table, smiling as if she hadn’t just shot his sister in the heart.

Her words stung more than a scorpions tale, and yes unfortunately you knew what that felt like. Natalia was right. You were alone, friendless and just trouble. There was a reason that you were all of this and Natalia had hit the nail right on the head with the reason why. You thought of your friends, his they always disappeared and left you and now you sit in the canteen alone or hang out only with yourself on the weekends. You think to Gemma and Anne going away for the weekend, not inviting you because it was age restrictive but you still couldn’t help but think there was a more pressing reason than that. Then you think of Harry and how he was fed up of you. He couldn’t be more resentful of you if he tried. You wanted to be a good friend, a good daughter and most importantly a good sister, but it was so blindingly obvious that you weren’t. You were never going to be.

You stood up from the table too, quickly wiping away a tear from your face before anyone could notice but you didn’t care to see if anyone was actually watching. Harry kissed Natalia and then walked over to the cashier to pay the bill. You noticed Paul and Harry talking and so you walked out of the restaurant and towards the car, still tears in your eyes. You needed to be strong for yourself though, especially because nobody else was going to be.

You stood with you handle to the door of the car waited for Harry to come and unlock it. You heard high heels before the car was unlocked, unfortunately.

“Excuse me, but I ride front.” Natalia spat at you, removing your hand from the door and chivvying you to the back of the car instead.

“You’re coming with us?” You asked, your heart aching that little bit more. You didn’t want to spend another minute in her presence and yet she would now probably spend the rest of the week until your mum and sister came back.

“Ye—”

“No she’s not.” Harry walked out of the restaurant and over to the car, standing in between the both of you but a little more towards you.

“Babe? What do you mean?” Natalia asked, a little bit shocked at his tone with her.

“Firstly dont babe me. Secondly, get your hand off my car. Thirdly, don’t ever come near me or my sister ever again.” Harry ordered angrily. You’d never seen him this angry before. You stood behind him, afraid of what was about to go down.

“What has she said to you, because—”

“She’s my sister and she’s got a name. Y/N didn’t tell me anything. Lemon Puffs, however, has eyes and ears everywhere and it’s amazing the stories you hear when you’re stood at the cashier or next to someone at the urinals.” Harry accused Natalia and she went hot red in the face, embarrassed that this conversation was actually happening.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No? Maybe this will jog your memory. ‘I think you aren’t the kind of person anyone wants around, including Harry.’” Harry raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest confrontationally. Guarding and protecting you. You felt safe.

“Wha— You think I would say that?” Natalia asked, pretending to be offended by the accusation.

“I don’t know, let’s ask Y/N shall we? Y/N, did Natalia say that to you?” Harry asked, turning to look at you with hope in his eyes, but also sorriness for everything that’s happened. You could see it all behind his eyes and you wanted to squeeze him tight to accept his apology, because you loved him and you needed him.

“Y-yes.” You answered, looking down so you didn’t have to make eye contact with Natalia.

“Harry you can’t possibly believe her.” Natalia laughed, but there was heavy insecurity in her tone.

“I trust her more than anyone. More than you. I trust Y/N with my life.” Harry back answered, taking no more bullshit from his ex-girlfriend. “We’re done Natalia. Okay? I don’t want to see you ever again. What you’ve said and done to my sister is unforgivable and I don’t want someone like you in my life.”

“You were a dick too.” You added quietly behind him and he just turned round to smile and wink at you.

“So what? That’s it?” Natalia asked, dumbfounded.

“Bye Natalia.” Harry walked around to the drivers seat and you to the passenger side. He stopped before opening the door though, wanting to say one last thing. “The bill was split in half by the way. Paul’s just inside waiting for you to pay.”

With that, you both got in the car, laughing at Natalia’s reaction and just everything. Apologises were made and promises of no relationships until you two had built back up yours were sworn. It would take time, but Harry was willing to prove that he was a good brother and you were always going to be someone he wanted around.

[rcksmith]

Beautiful - Kaz Brekker.

Requests: “Also, the image of Kaz comforting with soft aftercare sobbing hot tears reader after being immensely physically and emotionally overstimulated - lives in my head rent free. Just saying. 💁💁💁”

“29 smut and 4 fluff with the Kaz AU please? Your writing style is ✨immaculate✨”

“hey there! may i request a smut fic on Kaz Brekker x reader with 43, 48 and 54? obviously everything else is your choice :)”

Fluff prompts:

4. “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”.

Smut prompts:

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

43. “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

48. “I only want to please you.”

54. “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader.

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, nsfw, dirty talk, overstimulated, Kaz!soft dom.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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Your chest rose and fell frantically, your mouth half-open in a moan or silent scream, your head thrown back on the black pillows, one hand clutching the sheet with the despair of a shipwrecked at sea. The air was hot and heavy and sizzling, the scent of sex and lust had long time flooded the room and now the fragrance only deepened.

His hot tongue licked your most swollen and quivering spot, his lips closing on your absurdly wet crest and sucking with sensual hunger. The electrifying sensation made you want to close your legs for the pleasure and pain of overstimulation. But Kaz kept both hands firmly on your thighs, separating them precisely, allowing him to eat you like a starving man for years. As if he hadn't already fucked you intensely minutes ago.

“Sir!” You moaned loudly, your back arching and hot tears streaming down your eyes.

You sobbed, the sounds already mingling in your stuttering mouth, reducing you to a tearful mess. But Kaz didn't give you relief. His mouth dipped deeper, his lips eating you adoringly, his hands curling around your thigh and pulling you closer. As if it were still insufficient.

“F-fuck-! S -...” Your incoherent scream was lost in throat, sounding absurdly submissive, innocent and desperate.

Brekker chuckled a little arrogantly. The vibration of his laughter hitting your walls so swollen and wet was enough to push you over the edge. The explosion of artifice behind your eyelids make your heart to pound wildly in chest.

Kaz lifted his mouth minutely, looking up at you, his cocky smile still gracing his lips swollen and wet from your orgasm. “ I didn’t know you were so sensitive."

It was a mockery, of course. And you would have rolled your eyes at that bastard if you had the strength. But you were just a mess that was pushed to the bottom of the well, so you just ran your fingers through Kaz's hair, the tears still flowing and the breath coming in a gasp from your lips.

Brekker has always had an overwhelming hunger, especially for you. He already had a controlling and dominant personality, always seen in the highest positions of command, always the boss, and being able to bend you at his feet was such an intense feeling that you never thought it possible for anyone to feel. He was careful at the beginning of the relationship, testing the limits, asking if you were okay and giving you the security password. But as time went on, when Kaz realized that your limit line was too far away, that you loved being tearful mess for him, things got really intense.

And you loved every second. And that's why you provoked so much tonight.

Your smile was mischievous, filled with that facade of fake innocence and prickly puppy dog ​​eyes. Your dress was tight and silky black, hugging your curves the way you knew Kaz couldn't control himself.

You were excited to overwhelming levels. Kaz had been traveling on business for the past three days and you felt much more needy than usual. And he had rules, explicit rules that involved you not can’t to touch yourself alone, your orgasms were his, so seeking relief with yourself wasn't an option.

And now he had arrived and needed to prioritize what the Crows were telling him about what had happened while he was gone. Normally, you would have understood. Kaz was an absurdly busy man, but you couldn't wait any longer. When he called you saying he was arriving at the crow club, you dressed immaculately and went to wait for him there, like just a like a girlfriend who was missing him. Not like a little devil who had much more impure intentions.

You realized that had successfully carried out your plan from the way Kaz looked at you the second he saw you. With hunger, visseral desire and sinful lust. He looked at you like he wanted to devour you. Brekker and you tried to keep up appearances for the rest of the gang, in a fiery game that only the two of you knew. But his hand was glued around your waist the entire time, in a possessive touch.

You had even been distracted a little more by Jesper's jokes when a voice, warm and sinful, whispered huskily in your ear: “When we get home I'm cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

The two of you already lived together, and Brekker lavished himself on that luxury by banging your back on the door when getting home. In an aggressive kiss, permeated with lust and longing, your body was already hot and you could feel panties wet without him even touching you right.

"I missed you." You whimpered into his mouth, your arms wrapped around his neck as you purposely pressed your breasts against his male chest. "I only want to please you."

"You have no idea how much I missed you." His mouth dipped into your once more, his hands roving possessively over your body.

“I doubt.” You stubbornly teased, just because you wanted more attention. More attention from him.

Kaz smiled that dissolute sideways smile, bringing a hand up to your throat and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

He had already made you come three times. Fucking you and eating you like an insatiable man, never feeling satisfied to see his own cum ooze out of you or feel you cuming.

"Fucking good slut." Another slap was delivered to your left thigh, followed by a possessive squeeze.

Kaz was on top of you again, slamming his mouth into yours in a fierce way, making you taste your own taste. It wasn't a pretty or elegant kiss. Tongues danced at once and your cum mixing with saliva. You sobbed loudly, your hands on his chest, the tears running hot and mixing with your smudged mascara. You were a tearful mess, exuding that submissive innocence. And the way you were vulnerable and at his mercy only fueled his hunger.

Kaz Brekker wanted more.

"Are you going to take my cum inside you like a good girl?" His voice was warm and lusty.

You stuttered, your breath burning in your chest and your pussy swollen with aching clit.

"D-daddy." You whimpered “I-I don't know if I c-can.” Your waist moved to his, and a broken moan escaped as your rubbed against his throbbing cock.

“Oh my poor baby.” His mouth was on your again, his cock rubbing against slippery entrance and swallowing your moans and sobs.

You two had a security password, and Kaz knew damn well you remembered and were perfectly lucid to say it. But the truth was, you didn't want to. You liked hunting, you liked the game, you liked being helpless in his arms and being used like a doll. And you knew Kaz knew that.

"Can't you handle my dick?" He tasted you, the tip of his cock pressing into your entrance.

You threw your head back, a moan along with a loud sob escaping your mouth and hot tears flowing in a steadier rhythm. Your hands were trembling against his chest, breasts rising and falling desperately with your panting breath. You shifted your waist, and Kaz used it to sink deep inside you.

Your scream came broken and fighting breath. Brekker bit his lip hard for the overwhelming pleasure it was to see you like this, feel you like this, enter your pussy and feel you throbbing strongly and sucking his cock inside.

"Fucking hell!" It hit your G-spot, and you felt a sob choke in throat.

Kaz hit again and sank down as far as possible, touching the tip of his cock to the mouth of your uterus and pouring all the hot cum there. For the second time that night.

"Fuck- Daddy!" You squinted your eyes and the scream was caught in your throat by your panting breath.

You pussy burned from overstimulation, her clitoris extremely sore and swollen. The hot tears flowed continually, and you buried your face in the crook of Kaz's neck, whimpering.

"My little princess." Kaz's warm arms encircled you, tracing lazy circles with his thumbs across your warm skin. “You did so, so good. Taking it all like a such good girl.”

You hiccuping. Your legs and hands trembling, your pussy swollen and throbbing. You breath burned in chest and you could have sworn your womb felt filled with Kaz's cum. As if the deep he poured into you, as deep as possible, had reached his goal and filled you up. Completely.

Kaz pulled his dick out of you gently, but pulled your panties back between your legs to keep his cum from leaking out. A realization that made you both moan softly.

“We don't want it to drain do we?" He sprinkled a little kiss on your trembling lips, his right hand wiping the tears from your cheek and holding your face sweetly. “Will you hold my cum inside you like a good girl?”

Even weak and sobbing, you nodded, bending your head to his touch and rubbing your cheek in his hand. Kaz lay down beside you, wrapping his arms around your shivering body and pulling you lovingly into his chest, brushing the strands of sweat from your forehead and wiping away your hot tears with his thumbs.

"My beautiful girl."

Kaz ran his hands over your body in a tender, gentle touch, soothing the trembling in your legs. Pampering your warm skin with loving sweets, splashing a few kisses on youd cheeks and gently nuzzling your hair.

"Sweetheart, you’re my entire world" a kiss to the bridge of your nose was poured "You know that don't you?"

"I know, Kassy." Your voice was low and tired, breathing starting to settle.

You and your body both protested when Kaz got up from the bed and picked you up. His warm arms accommodated you like they were the best refuge in the world, and you were already dozing off when you realized you had been placed in a tub filled with hot water.

You let out a loud moan of complete satisfaction, and Kaz laughed.

“Yeah, I thought you might like that." He played with you and you chuckled softly.

Your eyes remained closed throughout the process. Kaz's hands slid the soap over your skin with such care and affection that you felt a huge wave of love settle in your chest. He kept going through the process, shampooing and creaming your hair and placing his flap-shaped hand over your eyes, preventing the water from falling out when he rinsed the products.

You opened your eyes a few seconds after your hair was clean, and his gaze shifted to your face.

“Hey you.” Kaz smiled and you smiled back.

“I love you.” It was the only way you could find to express everything you were feeling right now.

Kaz sensed the intensity of your feelings by your gaze, and dropped a small kiss on the tip of your nose as he said, “I love you too, Dear. Now let me dry you.”

A/N: what can i say? i am a whore. HAHAHAH anyway, besties, i've opened the tag list now so let me know if you want to be added. Requests are closed. Love you.

Tagged: @glowingatdawn

[malfoysstilinski]

the rose garden | DRACO MALFOY (SMUT)

MASTERLIST 

Draco Malfoy x Reader

SUMMARY: Draco fucks Y/N in his mother’s rose garden. 

REQUESTED by anonymous “Could I request were draco and his girlfriend has been together for a year or 2 and their parents are really good friends. Y\Ns parents are also death eaters. And y/n is slytherin. It would be their 5th or 6th yr? Preferably a smut?” 

WARNINGS: smut, public sex, extreme dirty talk, slut shaming, blowjobs, face fucking, fingering, riding 

Hogwarts was out of session for the summer, and due to students living all across the United Kingdom and Ireland, it meant a lot people didn’t see their significant others for a long two months or so. However, fortunately, that was not the case for you and Draco. 

You didn’t live far from each other and your parents were all friends-- they had been since before you and Draco were even born. They had been loyal followers of Lord Voldemort and passed them down to the two of you even after he was gone. 

Whilst you questioned some things, you never said it out loud, and neither did Draco, allowing your parents to think that the two of your were perfect for each other. It was probably one of the only things that they were right about. 

You and Draco had taken the Hogwarts Express together, you’d been sorted into Slytherin one after the other, you had all of the same friends-- Blaise, Pansy, Theodore, Daphne, Crabbe, Goyle-- and during your fourth year, after dancing with each other all night at the Yule Ball, you’d kissed and realised that maybe what you had had been more than a friendship this entire time. 

For nearly two years now, you and Draco had been dating. Despite being such a dick to everybody else, Draco treated you exactly how you deserved to be treated-- like a real princess. In his eyes, you were a princess. The most beautiful of them all. Especially around your parents, who adored him as much as his parents adored you. 

Currently, you sat beside each other at the Malfoy’s dining table, Lucius and Narcissa sat at the heads of the table whilst your parents sat opposite the two of you. A starter of some sort of soup was in front of you and you took small spoonfuls delicately, portraying the table etiquette that you’d learnt before you could even spell properly. 

“Y/N, how was your fifth year?” Narcissa asks softly once the conversation changes from your father’s business to the new Potions teacher Hogwarts was supposedly getting next year. 

You smile politely as you glance up at your boyfriend’s mother. You’d always liked Narcissa, she was the more loving of Draco’s parents and you could tell that she genuinely cared about Draco. You were sure Lucius did too, but the blond-haired man often refused to show emotion which you knew took a toll on Draco growing up. 

“It was great, thank you, Mrs Malfoy,” you say, “I spent a lot of it studying for my O.W.Ls, which went well.”

“That’s great, Y/N,” Narcissa smiles back. 

The rest of dinner seems to go by swimmingly, your parents mainly talking to each other but making small talk with the two of you as well. You’d all known each other all your lives, so it wasn’t really awkward at all. You’re finishing off the last of your drink when you feel a palm touch your thigh. 

You know better than to react. 

Draco’s cold hand smooths up and down your soft skin whilst he talks with your father and his father about something to do with the Ministry, your mothers both engrossed in Narcissa’s latest additions to her personal garden. Your father makes a joke that has Lucius laughing and Draco chuckling politely, your mouth absentmindedly forcing a small smile to act like you were listening, but all you can focus on is Draco’s hand. 

He’s such an asshole. 

You nearly shiver in delight as his slender fingers trace up and down your leg, growing warmer the longer they resided there. However, when you feel the pad of his index finger make contact with your sex, sliding underneath the thong that you’re wearing tonight, you purse your lips and grip the table, shocked. 

He swipes his finger through your folds, gathering up the arousal that’s already there and swiping it across your clit. He starts to rub at it agonisingly slow, making you bite down on your lips lightly. You grab your drink and lift it to your lips to distract yourself, but you choke slightly on it when Draco rubs it at the perfect pace, spikes of arousal coursing through you and dampening your panties even more. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Narcissa asks worriedly, “You’re looking rather flushed.”

“I’m fine,” you breathe out, forcing yet another smile. “I’m just feeling rather... hot, that’s all.”

“If you would like, you and Draco could step outside for some fresh air before desert is served?” Narcissa offers, her face brightening, “Oh, Draco, you can show Y/N the new roses I put in the garden.”

“They’re all the way at the back, mother,” Draco began to complain, before something mischievous flashed in his silver eyes, “Oh, well I suppose it’s only polite I do so. Come, Y/N.”

He retracts his hand from your leg and stands, offering it to you. You send a weak smile to Narcissa and take his hand, your mothers cooing happily as Draco leads you out of the dreary dining room. As soon as you’re out into the fresh air, you shove Draco with a small glare. 

“You dick!” You grumble at him, “Look, in the common room is one bloody thing, but in front of our parents? Merlin, Draco! If I got off in front of my father I would never be able to look him in the eye again. Especially if we had been caught!”

“But you liked it really, didn’t you, my little slut?” Draco growls, turning and grabbing your jaw with his slender fingers. “You love it when I get you off in front of people. Your cunt aches at the thought of nobody knowing what’s going on beneath the table.”

You whimper at his words, reaching up and placing your hand on his wrist. Draco smirks and looks back at the house. 

“Come on then, Y/N,” Draco drawls, “Since you made such a fuss, I guess I must show you the rose garden now. Such a brat...”

Draco never talks to you like this in normal day circumstances, so you know what’s coming. This is foreplay for the way he’s probably about to bend you over and fuck you outside the house your parents are currently sat inside. 

You can’t wait. 

You feel yourself grow slick at the thought, slightly dampening your thighs as he sends you a look and jerks his head, gesturing for you to go up the path first. As soon as you’re in front of him, you feel his large hand smack against your ass, making you jump a little. 

He grabs your arms from behind, forcing you against his front and pressing his lips to your ear. You can feel his erection pressing against your back.

“Be a good girl,” he hisses, his breath smelling faintly like the alcohol he’d been drinking with his dinner.

You make it towards the end of the garden and Draco whirls you around before dropping down onto his mother’s favourite bench. The seating was wooden, however, the arm wrests were dark green serpents, Draco’s hand curling around them as he parted his legs wide. 

His silver eyes glinted with mischief, daring you to come closer. 

“Draco,” you breathe. 

“Come on, princess,” Draco unbuttons the top of his trousers. “On your knees. Show me how much you want me.”

Without thinking much at all, your brain foggy with arousal, you drop down onto your knees in front of the bench, unzipping Draco’s smart trousers. He sits up a little to help you drag them down his thighs. You reach to pull at the waistband of his underwear, pulling it back an inch and then letting it go so it snapped lightly against his erection. 

Draco hisses in a mixture of pain and pleasure and grabs your wrist, glaring down at you. 

“Enough,” Draco snaps, “Put your lips where they belong, slut. Around my fucking cock.”

You nearly moan out loud at his words, this time actually peeling his underwear down so that his erection sprung out the top. It was red and angry, the vein along the shaft practically pulsing beneath your gaze as precum made itself present at his tip. 

You lean up further on your knees, one hand on his thigh and the other moving out to gently grasp his dick. Draco groans under his breath, eyes focused on you as you jerk slowly up and down his length, your thumb gliding out to swipe the precum off. Draco relaxes further against the bench, a drowsy smirk crossing his face when you lean forward and take him in your mouth.

“Good little slut...” he drawls, his lanky hand reaching out to run through his hair, tugging at it slightly when you suck your cheeks in, making your mouth feel so much tighter around him. “Fuck, Y/N. So fucking good for me. Best cock sucker there is.”

You moan around his cock, your hand moving to jerk off the part that you couldn’t quite reach with your mouth. Your tongue runs up and down him, feeling his vein and making its way up to the tip where you give it kitten licks. 

“Mm, stop teasing,” Draco grunts, his other hand moving out to grab your head. 

He keeps your head still and you know what’s coming. Slowly, he begins to thrust his hips, driving his cock in and out of your mouth so that his tip hits the back of your throat every now and then. You make slight gagging sounds, your eyes watering as spit coats his length. Draco loves the sight, he wishes he could take a picture. 

He stops thrusting his hips, finding it tiresome from his position sat down, and instead uses your head like you’re a toy, forcing you up and down his cock. You moan, hands grabbing his thighs, focusing on breathing in and out of your nose. 

Before he can cum, he pulls you off of him abruptly, a string of spit joining your lips and the tip of his cock. Draco smirks and brushes your lips with his thumb. 

“My beautiful little cock slut,” he mutters, sitting further back against the bench. “I think that you’ve deserved some fun of your own, don’t you?”

“Yes, Draco,” you pant, nodding. “Please.”

“Since you asked so politely.”

Draco reaches forwards, hands on your waist as he tugs you towards him. You fall so that you’re straddling his body on top of the bench, out in the open where anybody could see you. He tugs up your tight dress and grabs at your ass, squeezing it and leaning forward to lick a stripe up your cleavage which is on show from your dress. 

You can feel his cock brushing against your soaking heat. Your clit is throbbing so bad it nearly hurts, whines leaving your lips as Draco grabs the thin straps of your green bodycon dress and tugs them down, revealing your breasts to him. As his mouth dives forward to grab one of your nipples in his mouth, you can’t help but lower your body, grinding down against his hard cock and making him groan against you, vibrations running through your body. 

“You’re soaked,” he mutters, pulling away once he had left a hickey on your breast where it wouldn’t be seen in your dress. “Such a fucking slut. You get off letting me fuck your face, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” you’re too aroused to really know what you’re agreeing to. All you know is that you need Draco to do something before you explode. “Please.”

“Please what? Use your words.”

“Please fuck me, Draco,” you beg him, “please make me cum.”

Draco smirks and reaches to grab your waist harder. You lift up on your knees more and watch as one of his hands disappears between you both. You feel the tip of his dick brush against your eager folds and you whine even louder, biting you lip and nodding at him quickly. 

“Please, please, please.”

Draco guides it through your soaked sex before he finds your hole and takes one more look at you. The nod of consent is all he needs before he plunges himself into you. You both moan, breaths hitching in your throat. As you slide down so that you’re sat on his lap, his cock buried balls deep inside your pulsating heat, you feel so full, like if you were to put your hand against your stomach then you would feel him there.

“So fucking tight,” Draco hisses between gritted teeth. “Come on, slut. Ride me.”

You obey his command, growing slicker at his choice of nickname for you. Your hands move to his shoulders and you use them to help you bounce up and down on top of him, inches slipping out before being forced all the way back inside you, hitting spots that you didn’t know existed. 

Draco was panting slightly beneath you, his silver eyes flickering from where he could see his cock coming in and out of your pussy, slick with your arousal, and up to your face where your head was thrown back in pleasure as you whined and moaned. 

“So beautiful.” He reaches up and grabs your neck. “Look at me.”

You listen to him, feeling his fingers tighten around your neck and slightly blocking your airway. You feel lightheaded in the best possible way, eyes fluttering and your walls pulsating more around his cock as it drives in and out of you. Draco realises you’re starting to feel hazy and starts using his hips so he can pound up into you harder.

The sounds of your bodies colliding and your soaked pussy that normally embarrass you but turn Draco on don’t humiliate you today. You’re too focused on the grip he has on your neck and the way he keeps his pace thrusting in and out of you-- like it’s his only purpose in life. You know you’re going to cum soon.

Draco’s face dives forwards and nuzzles back to your breasts that are bouncing right in front of him. He licks and sucks and bites anything he can, his hot breath fanning your skin and making you cry out. 

“Draco,” you cry. 

“That’s it,” Draco grunts, forcing a few extra hard thrusts. “That’s it, Y/N. Fucking slut. You’d let me do anything to you. Such a fucking whore.”

You can tell that he’s close from how his hand has moved from your neck to your clit. His fingers create hard figures of eights against your throbbing bud, coating his digits in your arousal. You moan louder, this time driving your hips up harder and faster to keep up with his thrusts.

“Come on, Y/N,” Draco hisses, “you gotta cum for me. Cum all over my cock.”

His words are enough to send you toppling over the edge, your loudest moan yet half-buried by your teeth sinking into Draco’s shirt-clad shoulders. Your walls clench and shudder around him, tightening against his cock and causing his eyes to scrunch shut. Your breathless whisper of his name once your orgasm rolls by has him cumming straight after you. His hot seed shoots up inside in spurts, coating your walls and making you whine out against him again. He thrusts a couple of more times before he pulls out. 

“Mm, Dra- Draco,” you mutter as he pulls you off of him and pulls the top of your dress back up. 

Draco chuckles as he fixes his own underwear and trousers, pulling your dress down for you as you slide your panties back up. He presses a loving kiss to your lips. 

“Not too much, was it?” Draco asks worriedly. 

“No, that was perfect,” you admit, stroking some of his hair back into place. 

“Good. I agree. Now, let’s get back to our parents. Desert must be ready soon.”

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my mum came extremely close to catching me write this so i hope it was worth it honestly 

[idy-ll-ique]

Sweet Little Love.

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Lil Angst

Warnings: brief mention of violence

Requested: nope

Summary: The Y/L/Ns are a well-off family in New York, and are good friends with Sam Wilson. One day Y/N is threatened by a stalker and needs a bodyguard, so Sam suggests Bucky. Bucky doesn't want to do it; the last thing he wants is to deal with a spoiled, bratty rich girl for a whole month. The only thing is, Bucky has terribly misjudged her and now he can't help falling in love with her.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! the last scene is just a small bonus crack!scene sjsjsjs lmao, enjoy!

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If there was one type of person Bucky liked, it was someone who was kind, polite, helpful and caring… and Bucky knew the person he was going to work for was going to be none of those things. "Sam, come on, man, I don't want to do this," Bucky groaned as he followed his best friend down the street. "I already promised, Bucky."

"Why did you?! I don't want to spend my whole day around spoiled little brats, they're the worst!" Bucky threw his hands up in surrender. "Okay, number one: You have to look after only one person and number two: Why don't you just meet her once? Then you can decide for yourself, how about that?"

Bucky had been hired by one of Sam's friends, Mr Y/L/N, as a bodyguard for his daughter. He didn't know the daughter at all; but the one thing he was sure about was that she was going to be a pain in the ass for him, like in every single movie about rich girls and bodyguards. Mouthy, petty, sassy, rude…

He was in no mood to deal with someone like that.

Ms Y/L/N, he assumed, had been sent some threats over a week ago by a stalker and so the poor father was worried sick as he frantically searched for bodyguards. Sam was also informed and before he knew it, James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes was hired. To be honest, the Y/L/Ns were paying a lot so… since he had given up Avenging, the income would be great.

Plus, she only needed protection for around a month or so. Speaking of the daughter, how old was she even going to be? Maybe a child below 10? A rebellious teenager? Who knows? "Alright, stop here. She's supposed to be here somewhere, let me call Y/L/N." Bucky huffed and looked around the crowded streets as Sam contacted the father.

That's when his eyes landed on a lady. She was beautiful; wearing what looked like a tennis skirt and a university hoodie, along with sneakers. Her hair was pulled into a braid and she had a bright smile on her face. Bucky blinked twice and watched. Her body or clothes didn't catch his attention, but her actions sure did.

She was chatting with another, older woman who had coffee spilled all over her white tee. The young lady was holding a baby in her arms, bouncing the sweet child as the older woman hurriedly tried to clean her clothes. Through his super-soldier hearing, he caught their conversation. "I'm so sorry to bother you like this," the woman sighed.

"It's okay, ma'am, you are not a bother. You were clearly in need of help and you know how New York is…" Both women giggled. The older woman soon left with her child but the young lady continued standing there, looking around, as if waiting for someone. Probably a boyfriend, Bucky thought.

"Why is he not picking up?!"

Bucky rolled his eyes at Sam before looking over at the pretty lady again, who had started bouncing back and forth on her heels, glancing everywhere. That's when a loud wail echoed above the already busy street. The lady's eyes snapped towards the voice before she took off running towards a little boy who had tripped over.

The little kid was blond and scrawny, reminding Bucky of a little Steve. He smiled fondly at the memory. "Are you hurt, bubba?" Y/N asked the kid adoringly as she helped him stand. The boy's lower lip wobbled as he tried to hold his tears in but was unsuccessful. "Aw, come here…" Bucky gulped when the lady got on her knees and hugged the child.

She's so kind.

The kid hugged back just as eagerly, sobbing into her shoulder. Soon, two adults approached her; a gay couple, the parents of the kid. They, too, watched with appreciation as the lady easily calmed the kid down with her soothing presence. An involuntary smile bloomed on Bucky's face; if he was in that kid's position, he'd have stopped crying too. The lady was wonderful.

"Thank you so much, honey," one of the men grinned when the lady stood up, dusting her knees and giving the kid a smile. "Oh, it's not a problem! You know what?" She dug around in her purse and pulled out a lollipop. "I always have some on me. I'm a big fan. You?" The boy giggled and eagerly accepted the candy.

"Steve, what do you say?"

Bucky almost laughed. The kid's name was also Steve? Amazing! "Thank you!" Steve exclaimed with a bright smile, making the lady laugh. "No problem! Have a good day!" She waved at the family of three before returning to her original place, standing outside a café. Bucky was enamored at this point.

"Any luck?" he drawled, glancing at Sam who shook his head. "That dick," he grumbled under his breath and Bucky grinned, getting back to watching the pretty lady but she was nowhere to be found. He looked around until he saw her crossing the road, an old man holding her arm with one hand as the other held his walking cane.

She was on his side of the street now, just a few feet away from him. "You are an angel, darling," the old man crooned as he patted her cheek, letting go of her arm once he was safely on the other side. An angel indeed, Bucky smiled to himself. "Oh, sir, I try…" she spoke bashfully, turning in his direction as the man left.

Bucky quickly averted his gaze, he didn't want to look like a creep. "Sam? Sam, is that you? Wilson!" Bucky froze at the lady's voice, her footsteps nearing the place where he and Sam were standing. Wait, is that...? Sam looked away from his phone, eyes lighting up as they landed on the lady. "Y/N? When did you arrive?" Bucky watched as they hugged.

"Been here for a long time, dad said you were going to introduce me to my bodyguard today. He's a good friend of yours, right?" Sam turned and motioned towards Bucky. He stepped forward. "Hi, I'm James Barnes," he introduced himself, holding his hand out. He couldn't believe he had called this angel a spoiled, rich brat.

I'm never gonna forgive myself.

"James, nice to meet you! I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Thanks for doing this, I'm probably going to be a burden—" He immediately shook his head. "Oh, no no no, don't say that! I can tell we're going to be good friends." He winked and she couldn't help but giggle. Bucky didn't even correct her on the name, something about the way she said it made a shiver run down his spine.

"Well, um, do we start now, or…?"

"Your choice," he interrupted, hands shoved in the pockets of his coat as he stared at her, heart swelling with affection. "I already feel safe," she half-joked, "Start now. I have a few places to go to…" He was ready to follow her to Hell and back. "Of course." Both of them turned to Sam, who had a knowing smirk on his face.

If it were anyone else Bucky would've given him his infamous glare but Y/N? He was hoping for a connection. "You two enjoy your date— I mean, day. Anyway, what's up with your dad, girl, he's not picking up my calls." Bucky rolled his eyes at the slip up. "He's not? Maybe he's in a meeting. If you want you can go visit."

"Gonna do just that, tell him that his precious little daughter is in safe hands." Y/N looked at Bucky with a huge smile. "No doubt about that! It's getting late, I'll see you later!" Y/N started walking away and Bucky immediately followed with a nod towards Sam. "Hey, um, I saw you, you know?" he blurted out.

"Saw me? Doing what?" Y/N blinked. "You helping the lady with the child, the kid who tripped over— Steve, his name was? And the old man you helped cross the street. I just wanna say that was amazing. You're a great person, Y/N, I'm honored to be your bodyguard." She gasped softly and looked away, chewing her bottom lip as she grinned, cheeks heating up.

"Oh, um, it's just— I like to help people. It's how my parents raised me. Yeah, we might be rich but I'm not spoiled. Lots of people think that when I tell them I'm Mr Y/L/N's daughter. It hurts sometimes, you know? People just assume anything about you without even knowing you. That's why I try to be good. I don't want to be a bad person," she rushed out, unconsciously voicing all her insecurities.

Bucky's heart sank in his chest as he let out a dry chuckle. "Ugh, just saying this is gonna make me throw up but I assumed that too. I thought I was gonna work with a spoiled, rich brat. I was horribly, horribly wrong, I hope you can forgive me, doll." She turned to him, but she wasn't mad in the slightest. She even started getting a tiny crush on him, I mean, hey, the man is eye-candy. "It's fine! I forgive you, you didn't know."

"No, it's not fine. I shouldn't have made assumptions, I feel like the biggest ass in the world," he scoffed, looking away from her. "James, please, it's okay. You know now, right? Don't feel bad! Why don't we stop for a coffee on the way?" How could he say no to that?

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2 weeks passed. Y/N and Bucky became incredibly close friends; Bucky went as far as revealing the truth about himself, how he used to be an Avenger, how he lost his arm, everything. What he didn't expect was her to cry at his story. "You did not deserve to go through that, they did you so dirty…" she sniffled and he hugged her like his life depended on it. It kinda did.

God, if he didn't fall in love the first time they met, he was definitely in love now. "Doll, I'm here now, aren't I? All good— well, maybe not all good." And his face broke into the biggest grin ever when he heard a chuckle from her. "I'm glad you're here." Just those 4 words and Bucky vowed that he was never gonna let her go.

"I'm getting coffee, you wait here. Don't go anywhere else."

"Aye aye, Captain!" Y/N laughed and he smiled back as he entered the café. Y/N stood outside, typing away on her phone when someone suddenly grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her into the alley next to the café. She couldn't even scream, breathing was difficult with his hand around her neck.

"We finally meet, sweetheart." Oh, God, it was him. The stalker. Y/N whimpered, struggling to get out of his arms but he only tightened his hold on her. Bucky, Bucky please— Over time, Y/N had grown fond of Bucky. He still asked her to call him James, he said it felt good when she called him that. So she did.

He was so protective of her, almost like she was his girlfriend. He was also handsome; incredibly so, with his stormy blue eyes, his tall and broad figure and razor sharp jaw. His first priority was always her and it made her warm inside. She'd decided to ask him out at the end of the month, but it was looking a bit difficult now.

"Your bodyguard not with you today? What happened, lover's quarrel?" the man smirked tauntingly as Y/N's vision blurred due to lack of oxygen. She blinked back tears, crying again when he tightened his hold on her neck. "Scream all you want, sweetheart, no one's gonna hear it," he laughed.

"Try me."

The man's head whipped to the side only for Bucky's metal fist to connect with his jaw. He fell to the ground with a thud, unconscious at the first punch. Y/N slid down to her knees. Her hands went to her neck, coughing and dry heaving. "Doll? Doll, come here." Bucky felt immense guilt as he gathered her in his arms, carrying her bridal style towards his car.

He left her alone. That was the one thing he wasn't supposed to do. "James…" Y/N wheezed, curling closer to him when he tried to put her in the backseat. "Doll, you have to get in," he insisted but she shook her head. "Not without you. Please." Bucky sighed and got into the backseat, holding Y/N against his chest.

She was pretty shaken up. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He felt himself tearing up. "No… not your fault… you… coffee… I wasn't… phone…" Bucky handed her a bottle of water when she wheezed again. "Drink up, baby," he whispered as he held the bottle to her lips because she refused to let go of his sweater. After drinking some water her throat felt better.

"Don't go, please, I need you," she sobbed as she completely curled against him, wetting his sweater as she cried in his arms. "You will always have me, doll. I'm not going anywhere. Not again," he assured her as he rubbed her back, wiping his own tears away. All of a sudden, she pulled away and pressed her lips to his. "I love you."

He pulled her in for another kiss, fireworks exploding in his head at the confession. Only two weeks had passed but they were both sure about their feelings. "I love you too, doll. You're mine now, only mine," he groaned against her lips. "Only yours," she agreed, burying her face back in his shoulder as he pulled her impossibly close.

"You're not getting out of my sight ever again."

And he kept his promise.

---

"And then I— where do you think you're going?" Sam blinked as Bucky abruptly stood up, eyes trained on his wife. She gave him a smile and walked out of the room, Bucky following her out like a puppy. "To the bathroom, Sam!" Y/N called out behind her and Sam turned to the parents, blinking in confusion as they roared with laughter.

"Why does she need him there?" Sam asked "Oh, haven't you heard? Bucky hasn't broken the promise he gave Y/N 6 years ago," Mrs Y/L/N explained vaguely. "What promise?" Mr Y/L/N laughed once more. "He told her she was never getting out of sight after the incident. And well…" Y/N and Bucky returned at the exact time as Sam made a face.

"Don't you get tired of him?" Sam groaned as Bucky sat down, pulling his wife on his lap. "Oh no no, it helps that she's as much in love with him as he is with her. They do not get tired of each other," Mrs Y/L/N shook her head with a fond smile. "It helps that he's handsome and aesthetically pleasing to look at," Y/N crooned, squishing her husband's cheeks as he laughed and swatted her hands away.

"Even in the bathroom?!"

"He stands outside as a guard," she shrugged. "Damn. Y'all are weird," Sam muttered, barely catching the book Bucky threw towards him. "Not weird. Just looking out for her, like I promised," he muttered, cheeks flushing. "You do know that the threat was 6 years ago, right? Six!" Sam threw his hands up.

"What if there's a new one?" Bucky countered exasperatedly. Sam only shook his head at the couple before a smile broke out on his face. "I've never seen a couple so in love. You two are cute," he commented as laughter filled the room. No more threats, no more danger.

Just a sweet little family and their sweet little love.

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A/N: Leave a like if you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!

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I'd like to see Ian and Mickey celebrating their 20th anniversary? Being all mature and grown up and realising how lucky they are they're still in love after all those years x

Mickey woke up to a weight over his back, pushing him down into the soft pillow-top mattress. Lips touched the back of his neck, warm and dry, Ian’s breath raising goosebumps on his skin.

“Mmm,” Mickey hummed, rubbing his smile into the pillow. “Good morning, Mr. Milkovich.”

Ian chuckled, a gentle huff of air that moved the hairs on the back of Mickey’s head.

“Good morning to you, Mr. Gallagher,” he murmured back, voice husky from sleep, lips brushing down to Mickey’s shoulder. He pulled the strap of Mickey’s tank top to the side, pressed a kiss to the pale skin it revealed.

“Happy Anniversary, Mick,” he said, kissing it into Mickey’s body. Mickey arched back against him, getting a hand up to hold Ian’s where it still rested on his shoulder.

“Twenty fucking years,” Mickey said proudly, and pushed back until Ian rolled over, letting Mickey do the same.

He moved from stomach to side to back, letting Ian settle back in on top of him once they were face to face. Ian’s bare chest was warm through Mickey’s own shirt.

“Long time, man,” Mickey said softly, reaching up to card gentle fingers through Ian’s hair. It glimmered red in the faint sunlight coming through the curtains, shot through with a few paler streaks that Ian swore were blond, not grey.

“And longer to come,” Ian promised, his smile bright and sleepily content.

They lay there for a moment, watching each other blink, watching each other breathe. Then Ian sighed, and lowered his head, capturing Mickey’s lips in their first real kiss of the morning.

It tasted terrible, but they were long past the days of caring about stale morning breath. The innocent slide of mouths gave way to sucking kisses, chapped lips pulled gently between teeth, soothed with tongues. Ian pulled back with a wet sound, moved his mouth up Mickey’s jaw, and pressed searching lips to the space just under his ear.

Mickey hummed, eyes slipping closed at the warmth of the sensation. The bed was soft under him, Ian comfortable over him, and he wanted nothing more than to live in that moment forever.

Or at least for a little while longer.

Ian had other plans.

“Ready for your present?” he breathed into Mickey’s ear, biting the lobe as Mickey shivered.

“Never thought I’d say this,” Mickey muttered as Ian traced his tongue down the side of his neck, “but I think I’d rather go back to sleep for a bit.”

Ian laughed, burying his face in Mickey’s shoulder, breath cooling the trail his mouth had left.

“I don’t blame you,” he admitted easily, rolling off of Mickey again to lay at his side instead. His arm crossed Mickey’s chest, hand secure around his bicep. “Last night was a mess; I’m ready to sleep for a week.”

“Remind me never to let your daughter go to a concert again,” Mickey said plaintively, turning his head to face Ian’s on the pillow. “I don’t care if we’re supposed to be her safe space or what-the-fuck-ever, picking up a bunch of drink teenagers in the middle of the night is not my idea of a good time.”

“Please,” Ian said, “Like you’d ever tell your daughter no.”

Fair enough.

“But regardless,” Ian continued, “we don’t have too long before the girls are up, and I wanted to give you your present in peace.”

“Fine,” Mickey grumbled, putting on a show of being disappointed. He rolled onto his side, reaching for the drawer of the bedside table, but Ian whacked his hand before he could open it.

“Thought you wanted to give me my present?” Mickey asked, eyebrows raised, but Ian shook his head.

“Not that kind of present, you dolt,” he laughed. “We can do that later, once we have the house to ourselves.”

Ian’s face softened as he bit his lip, eyes darting away from Mickey’s for a brief moment before coming back.

“I, uh,” he said, scratching his chin. “I kinda got you something else.”

“We said we weren’t buying shit, Ian,” Mickey pointed out. “Between tuition and fuckin’ club dues, we ain’t got a lot to spare right now.”

“I know, but…” Ian shrugged. “We had enough for this.”

He leaned over, reaching long arms under the bed, squirming until he found what he was feeling for. With a twist of his shoulders, he was back up on the bed and tossing a small box at Mickey without aiming.

Mickey fumbled it, then snatched it back off the sheets before Ian could see. He turned it in his hands, suspicious, but the twitch of his lips gave him away.

“Go on, open it,” Ian encouraged, scooting closer. “I think you’ll like it.”

Mickey did, untying the tiny bow and lifting the lid off the box with no fuss.

“I went with the modern theme,” Ian told him as he looked inside. “Platinum. Thought that fit us a little better than fine china.”

Mickey didn’t answer, eyes caught on the glint of metal peeking out from under a scrap of cheap tissue paper.

“It’s supposed to represent how strong we are, together,” Ian said as Mickey lifted his gift out of the box, turning it over in his hands. “That we’ve made it this far, overcome shit.” His eyes were on Mickey’s hands. “That we’re still here to stay.”

Mickey held his gift up toward the window, letting the light reflect off the silver surface. Just a keychain, a little metal charm in the shape of a record dangling from a short chain. The word “Always” was engraved along the top curve, and at the bottom, the date of their wedding.

“It’s not really platinum, obviously,” Ian said, twisting the sheet between his fingers. “I couldn’t afford that even if I—”

“Ian,” Mickey cut him off. “Shut up. I love it.”

When their eyes met, Ian was beaming.

“C’mere, you sappy idiot,” Mickey ordered with his own broad grin, and Ian met him with a single, lingering kiss.

Mickey pulled away before it could become anything more.

“Got you somethin’ to,” he said, watching Ian’s eyes from inches away. “’Cept I figured you were the traditional sort, so…” He shrugged. “Guess what you get?”

“Sex?” Ian joked, and Mickey rolled his eyes, standing up and swinging his legs out of bed.

“Not quite,” he answered dryly, opening their closet door and fishing through the dirty clothes on the floor inside. He lifted a much larger box with a muffled oomph, and carried it over to the bed, where he let it fall a bit on heavily onto the mattress in front of Ian.

“Go on,” he started, but Ian hadn’t waited anyway, already tearing off the paper with eager fingers.

“Jeez, you’re like a fuckin’ kid on Christmas,” Mickey laughed, and Ian stuck out his tongue as he pried the cardboard box open.

Ian paused as the contents were revealed, the pushed aside bubble wrap and packing paper to lift out a single, dessert-sized plate.

It was fragile and white, plain in the center, with bursts of blue and pink along the outer, silver-plated edge. The colors swirled together into petals, shaped like—

“Stargazer lilies,” Ian breathed, and his eyes were wet when he lifted them. “Mickey, they’re beautiful.”

“Yeah, well,” Mickey hedged, sitting on the edge of the bed. “So are you, you soft fucker.”

Ian’s breath caught.

“Not the same theme as yours,” Mickey said, gesturing to the plate with a hand that still held his own gift. “But the ideas kind of the same, you know?”

He reached out, took the plate from Ian’s hands.

“You said the platinum was for strength; well this shit’s pretty fragile,” he continued. “But it stays good if you take care of it.” He looked up at Ian. “And we take pretty damn good care of each other.”

“You know that stuff’s not gonna last in this house,” Ian pointed out, voice choked. “We might take care of each other, but we take terrible care of our stuff.”

“Might not even make it through tonight,” Mickey agreed. He traced a finger around the rim of the plate, the flowers there. “But we’re gonna use it anyway.”

He turned, set the plate down on the bedside table, along with his keychain. Hoisted the rest of the box down onto the floor. “We can have nice stuff,” he said as he did, “but I ain’t gonna be one of those people that leaves shit in a cabinet gettin’ all dusty.”

“Nah,” Ian agreed, wiping his leaking eyes. “That really wouldn’t be us.”

Mickey smiled, and leaned in, kissing the corner of Ian’s eye and the happy tears lingering there.

“No it wouldn’t,” he said softly, and then his grin turned wicked.

“And speaking of using things,” he said, flopping down onto his back, arms spread wide. “We should use the rest of the morning to our advantage ‘til the girls get up.” He waggled his eyebrows, glorying in Ian’s wet laugh.

“Come show me what the next twenty years will be like, lover boy,” Mickey challenged.

And climbing over him with a toothy grin, all else forgotten in favor of getting hands on skin, Ian did just that.