#i was playing a little tonight and ran across a closed door i needed someone else to help me open

[zevrra]

—come here, darlin’.

synopsis: You could make plenty of bad choices on your own but throw a little alcohol in the mix and you might just make a really, really bad(good) decision. Everyone knew Joel but you would like to know him a little more on a personal scale.

tags: 21(+), mdni, slight nsfw, some suggestive content, tw for mention of alcohol/drinking, tw for being drunk, joel miller x fem!reader, 1k words, one-night stand, short & sweet

creator notes: part 2 is out now!

You had no idea how long he had been watching you but you certainly could feel his gaze now. It crawls over your body like a summer’s heat; from your neck to your shoulders, down your back, your legs and back up. Not that you minded his hungry gaze. To be honest, you had also been watching him, watching how every muscle strained beneath that cotton shirt of his, staring hungrily at the smooth expanse of skin displayed due to the first button of his shirt coming undone.

Both of you were drunk by now, had to be, so if something were to happen later you could easily blame everything on the alcohol. Ordering another drink wasn’t one of your brightest ideas, but you did it anyway, needed a little more confidence for what you hoped was going to happen tonight.

The bar was packed. Live music rattled so loudly you could feel the vibrations under your feet, feel the tune of the music beat to your pulse. It was thrilling, stimulating the alcohol in your system to make some pretty bad decisions. But you don’t have too, not when Joel Miller is leaning on the bar beside you with a whiskey in his hands and a drunk red streak across his face. Alcohol was rarely served but tonight was someone’s birthday or another so you took every opportunity to drink anything and everything in sight. And somehow, in your drunken stupor, you had managed to snag Joel into some light conversation. You talked, laughed, drank, brushed hands, laughed some more, until you were both five or so drinks in.

That’s when his eyes started to do the talking.

He didn’t have to say out loud what he wanted, and you assumed he wouldn’t. Alcohol or not, you would've guessed he’d probably never take the opportunity to ask you to go home with him, would just quietly stare and watch you with that hungry gaze of his until you both parted for the night and he’d regret it in the morning.

You wouldn’t let him leave tonight though.

“Joel,” You hum softly as you lean closer to him, appearing to be reaching for a napkin to close the distance between you two. Getting closer to him so no one else could hear you speak. “Let’s leave.”

Joel takes a sip of his whiskey, swirling the liquid around in his glass as he debates what to do. It was a pretty terrible idea; a man twice your age? A well respected man within the community who knew everyone and everyone knew him, who was fooling around? Not to mention he had not been intimate with anyone for a very long time…

Definitely a bad idea.

“My place. Leave a few minutes after I do.” Joel finally responds in a hushed tone, speaking directly into your ear. His words were slurred but that didn’t lessen the shiver of excitement that ran down your spine. He shoots back his whiskey then, all in one go, before he pushes himself up off the bar. His steps are slightly sluggish but he manages to make his way towards the door. And you watch out of the corner of your eye as he goes. While he says his goodbyes to the usual people you see hanging around with him; you play with the edge of the napkin you had reached for moments ago.

Hearing the door open and close upon Joel’s exit, you do as he instructs. Waiting for a few, agonizingly long minutes before setting your now finished drink down. Saying your own goodbyes to the few people you knew, claiming to be turning in for the night, before you exit the bar in Joel’s cooling footsteps. Yet, instead of going home and to bed like you should, you make your way to Joel’s place instead.

It’s a bit of a blur when his house comes into view. The small white mailbox greets you before you enter his property, following the front porch light as it illuminates like a beacon in the pitch black darkness of night. You’re not but two steps from his front door when the wooden door swings wide open Joel opens the door before you even get the chance to knock. And before you can utter a word of greeting, he drags you inside, flicking off the porch light in the process.

He smells heavily of liquor and the fresh scent of firewood as he takes you into his grasp, one hand falling onto your waist while the other settles on your neck. Gently, he turns your chin up to meet his lips, forcing you backwards until your back meets the front door as he kisses you.

Instinctively, your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer as you stand slightly up onto your tippy toes to get a better reach. You taste the liquor on his tongue. Can feel the burn of the whiskey on your lips. He tasted just as intoxicating as the real thing. While he kisses a little sloppier than you expected, you could blame the alcohol for that. Regardless, the kiss is hot and heavy. It churns a roaring fire inside your stomach and makes you far nerdier for him than alcohol could ever.

He breaks the kiss then, brushing his beard along your jaw as he moves to kissing at your throat. He groans against your skin as he inhales your scent. The hand on your waist moves to push under the shirt you’re wearing and you eagerly take it off for him. Once the fabric is above your head it’s tossed to the ground, long forgotten. Joel’s hand now runs over your torso— up from your waist and across your stomach, sending shivers up and down your entire body. He moves a rough palm across your bra, causing you to gasp. Eagerly he presses his lips once again at the base of your throat before moving to capture your lips. Where he pours in every ounce of passion and lust he can manage before suddenly breaking away. And it leaves you chasing after him, wanting, yearning for more of his taste.

“Ya sure about this?” Joel whispers against your lips, practically kissing you with every word he speaks. “I’m not exactly a young man anymore.” He adds shyly. It makes you want him even more if that was possible at this point.

You chuckle, licking the taste of him off your lips. Instead of responding right away, you move your hands across the front of his chest now, reaching to slowly start unbuttoning the green shirt he wears. God he looked so good in that shirt, but you knew he’d look better without it at all. “I want you, right here, right now Joel.” You respond finally in an attempt to settle his mind.

And that’s all he needs to hear.

[rafesangelita]

hii again ik i just sent one but what about rafey manhandling you out of a party when you get into an argument w some girl who was like trying to get all over him (he was clearly not into it and was telling her he had a girl) and then him eating her pussy in bed that night saying that shes the only one he wants cause he loves her and her pretty pussy so much -👛

warnings: arguing, oral (f receiving)

you were sitting next to rafe when the broad stumbled over to him, so high out of her mind that she didn’t notice your head resting on his shoulder. “hey rafeee!” your eyes shot to the source of the voice, your boyfriend immediately glancing over at you. “you got a line for me?” she smiled, tripping over her heels before falling right into his lap. “yo, come on!” he pushed her, “watch the fuck out, i got all this shit out right here.” you glared at her, annoyed with the way she was looking at your boyfriend.

“i don’t have any money on me, but i could pay you with something else..” rafe’s lip curled in disgust, physically cringing at her while you fought the urge to drag her out of the house by her hair. “go be a mess somewhere else, i got a girl.” rafe pulled you closer to his side, her eyes finally landing you. “all lines are fifty dollars, babe. sorry, no free plays around here!” you flashed her a smile, running your hand across rafe’s chest, “this is your girl? my god, i’d think you have higher standards, ray.. guess not.” you took a moment to examine her.

“then what does that make you?” you stood up. “the whole world could see where your hair extensions start, your lashes are hanging on by a thread, you desperately need a nail fill, and you could barely walk in those things called heels.. you’re as low as they come.” rafe was already packing his stuff, knowing how this would end if you two didn’t leave right now. surrounding partygoers were now looking at you two, your boyfriend tugging on one of the belt loops of your skirt. “my daddy is chief police, i’d watch out if i were you. i could shut your whole operation down.” at that, rafe cursed under his breath, dragging you away before anything could escalate.

“do it then! and make sure you tell him how you’re an easy coke whore while you’re at it!” rafe picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder while you tried to squirm out of his grip. “put me down!” it wasn’t until he made it to the truck that he placed you in the passenger seat, your hands shoving him away when he tried to talk to you. he groaned, making his way to the driver’s side. “you should’ve defended me.” rafe looked over at you with wide eyes. “i should’ve defended you? against what? the idiot that couldn’t tell left from right?” he laughed.

“it’s not funny.” you crossed your arms over your chest, scooting as close to the door as you could. “are you seriously mad at me right now?” you swatted his hand away when he reached over, making him shake his head. “just wait till we get home.” you rolled your eyes, ignoring him for the rest of the ride. you were quick to get off the truck once he pulled in, slamming the door shut as you ran inside. rafe scoffed, “well that was a little dramatic.” he went up upstairs, groaning in frustration when the door knob to his bedroom didn’t budge. “you can’t lock me out of my own space!” you were naked, about to step into the shower before you shouted, “i just did!”

you took your time under the hot water, washing off all of the irritation and anger from tonight. you knew rafe did everything he could to establish himself as unavailable and uninterested to that girl, he even pushed her for crying out loud. the guilt for being mad at him was starting to seep through, making you open the bedroom door after you got out of the shower. once you changed into a pair of his boxers and a baby tee, you climbed underneath the sheets, waiting to hear his footsteps walk in. eventually he did, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“i’m sorry,” you apologized, “i just get so mad when someone thinks they can just flirt their way into getting your attention.” he turned, rubbing your leg through the comforter. “no one, except you, has my attention, y/n. nothing else matters to me.” he uncovered you, fingers toying with the waistband of your, well his, bottoms. you sighed, pulling him to your chest where you cradled his head. “i promise i won’t be mad at you when it comes to other girls. i trust you.” he kissed you before pulling away, sliding his boxers down your legs.

you let him have his way with you, a gasp leaving your lips when he pulled your thighs on top of his shoulders. “you never have to worry about anyone else, no one even compares.” rafe left wet kisses on your folds, your back arching off the bed when his tongue met your clit. “i’ve never met someone so beautiful, ‘never seen a pussy this pretty.” he spread you apart with his thumbs, marveling at the sight of you. “you’re the only girl i need, ‘the only one for me.” you knew rafe had a mean head game, but one hour later and he was still making you cum until tears rolled down your cheeks. “please! it’s too much, rafe,” you sobbed, your body on fire as your legs trembled.

he finally pulled away, his lips shining with your slick. “i love you.” he rubbed circles into your skin. rafe waited until you were able to meet his eyes, your chest falling and rising with each breath. “i love you, too.” you blinked slowly.

[yelenabemylova]

Red Wine Supernova - Agatha x Rio x Reader AU Chapter One

Summary: Agatha and Rio's marriage needs some spicing up, and they think they may have just found the perfect person to help them.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, toxic workplace behaviour, flirty behaviour from all three characters

Agatha winced at the sound of stairs creaking beneath her feet, her attempt to sneak upstairs most likely foiled. She stood in the doorway for a second, admiring the beauty of her wife basked in the golden glow of the sunset.

“See something you like?” Rio teased, turning to stalk towards her wife. “You wish,” Agatha scoffed as her eyes raked across her lover’s body adorned in a perfectly tailored black suit, her white shirt unbuttoned just enough to let a little cleavage peak out.

The two walked down to the car, a beautiful vintage Ferrari with an all-black interior and very tinted windows. Rio programmed the GPS to take them to a local Puerto Rican restaurant, it was their first date in months as their relationship had been through a rough patch, but they decided to try and rekindle the spark with a fun night out.

“If you don't take these glasses to that table right now, I will be keeping your tips for the rest of the month,” your boss snarled at you. “I earn my tips, you can't just steal them,” you bit back, sick of him. “You aren't wrong about earning them, sweet cheeks,” he smirked at you, slapping your ass as you ran out of the kitchen, your face as red as the wine in your grasp.

In your overwhelmed state, you couldn't see clearly and ended up running into someone, the contents of your glassware spilling all over them. Tears began to spill from your eyes as you apologised profusely to the customer, knowing your boss would be right on your tail asking you to hand over your apron.

As you blinked away your tears, looking up at the customer with shame and regret, a green mist settled around the small restaurant. The woman snapped her fingers, somehow making the stain completely disappear from her crisp, white shirt.

Before you could question anything, you were back in the kitchen, your boss reaching for the wine glasses he had previously given to you. You wondered if your mind had been playing tricks on you and you had imagined the catastrophe that had seemingly just occurred.

A loud crash snapped you out of your confused state, quickly spinning to see the cause of the noise. Your boss lay on the floor, a large shard of glass embedded in his crotch as he screamed out in pain.

Every customer fled the building before the ambulance arrived, taking him to the hospital. You sighed in relief, untying your apron as you walked out onto the floor only to realise a couple hadn't left and were seated at the window.

Quickly, you scurried over to them, tucking your notebook into your pocket when the lady facing away from you turned around and you froze in realisation. She was the woman you had spilled wine all over, but here she was with a perfect white shirt and no indication that she knew you.

“I'm terribly sorry, we're having to close the restaurant for tonight,” you explained to them. Neither of them said a word to you for a few seconds, staring at you as if they were having some kind of joint revelation.

“Would you like me reserve you a table for tomorrow? I'll even throw in a bottle of wine, on the house of course,” you flashed them a charming smile. You found that getting what you wanted was a lot easier when you were a little flirty.

“That would be great, thank you,” the one you hadn't imagined spilling wine on snapped out of her awestruck state. You quickly took down their names for the reservation and walked them to the door. “Will you be working tomorrow?” she asked you. “I will, unfortunately. Not my ideal Saturday night plans,” you sighed.

She bit her lip ever so slightly as she stared up at you from her seat, “well, now you know our names, it's only fair that we know yours.” You scoffed, laughing internally at her feeble attempt to flirt with you.

Turning your back to them, you quickly locked the restaurant door. Rio smirked at you as they both began to walk towards their car before she winked at you and shouted, “make sure that wine is red!”

[goblinontour]

Hiding Tonight

watching alex take care of your daughter for the evening

warnings: dad!alex, fluff

word count: 5k

“Ugh, you’re so sweaty.” you murmured with a teasing smile, burying your face in his chest despite the heat clinging to him.

The familiar scent of him mixed with the warmth of the day, but it didn’t bother you. Not when it meant he was finally home. Your fingers instinctively threaded through his damp hair, the strands slipping through your touch as you stood on your toes, eager to feel as close to him as possible.

No matter what you were doing, no matter how long he’d been gone, you always ran to greet him with a hug the moment he stepped through the door.

“Sorry, it was really hot on the tube.” he replied, his voice laced with a trace of guilt as he gently pulled away from you. His eyes twinkled, though, as they met yours. “But I’m sure someone else won’t mind.” he added with a grin, glancing down just as a pair of tiny arms wrapped around his leg.

Behind you, the little one had toddled up, her small hands gripping onto his calf with the same excitement that you had shown him, her face lighting up at the sight of her father. She could barely reach above his knee, but it didn’t deter her in the slightest.

Alex’s expression softened instantly, the exhaustion from the day melting away as he bent down. He crouched to her level, one knee touching the floor as he reached out to her with a tenderness that always made your heart flutter. His long fingers carefully found their way to her sides, and in one smooth motion, he lifted her up into his arms. She squealed in delight, her laughter filling the room as she clung to him, her tiny legs swinging freely in the air.

“You don’t mind me being sweaty, do you?” he asked, his tone playful yet gentle as he balanced her on his hip. The question was rhetorical, of course. The little one’s face was beaming, her wide eyes reflecting pure adoration as she gazed up at him.

You watched as Alex lowered his head slightly, bringing his face close to hers. He extended a finger and softly tapped the tip of her button nose. Her nose was so small, his fingertip fit perfectly into the curve of it, and she scrunched it up, giggling as he repeated the motion, pretending to be amazed each time.

“See? She doesn’t mind at all.” he said, glancing back at you with a smile that reached his eyes, filled with nothing but love for the both of you.

With the little one still propped securely on his hip, Alex straightened up, her tiny hands clutching onto his shirt as he started walking toward the kitchen. You followed closely behind, a warm smile playing on your lips as you watched the two of them together. The sight of him holding her so effortlessly always filled you with a sense of contentment.

As Alex stepped into the kitchen, he moved with ease, despite his one-armed hold on the little one. He headed straight for the fruit bowl sitting on the counter, his eyes scanning its contents before he reached out and grabbed one of the few bananas left, shifting the little one slightly higher on his hip. It was a familiar routine. You could almost predict the moment when he’d reach it. He never failed to grab one first thing after getting home.

They never lasted long in the house. Both him and your daughter had a weakness for them. And they always seemed to disappear faster than you could keep up with, often long before they had a chance to ripen properly.

“Look at that.” Alex mused, holding the banana up and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Still a bit green, just how I like them.” He flashed you a grin as he gestured with the banana in your direction, a playful glint in his eyes. “We need to get more of these.” he added, raising an eyebrow at you.

You chuckled softly, leaning back against the edge of the sofa that stood just across from him. “I’ll get some tomorrow.” you promised, folding your arms as you perched yourself more comfortably, your gaze never leaving him. You liked watching him like this, in the mundane moments of just the three of you simply being there.

“Good.” he nodded, turning his attention back to the banana. He began to fiddle with it, realising quickly that he couldn’t manage the peeling with one hand occupied by your daughter, who was still contently resting against his side, her head nestled into the curve of his neck. He glanced at you with a half-smile. “Can you help me peel it? Kinda got my hands full over here.” he asked, tilting his head slightly towards the little one.

With a fond sigh, you rose from your spot and made your way over to him. The moment it was free, Alex wasted no time. He immediately took a big bite, nearly inhaling half of it in one go.

“God, I’m fucking starving.” he mumbled through a mouthful, his voice muffled as he chewed.

“Alexander!” you scolded, your tone stern but laced with amusement. “You need to stop swearing around her.”

He paused mid-chew, his eyes widening slightly as he registered your words. Then, with an exaggerated expression of guilt, he swallowed and muttered, “Sorry.” before taking another, more modest bite. The little one, oblivious to the exchange, simply watched him, her eyes wide with curiosity and affection.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at the scene, shaking your head as you returned to your seat. Despite his sometimes careless language you often had to remind him of now that she was getting older and starting to understand more, you knew Alex adored his role as a father, just as much as he adored you.

Alex smiled softly at the little one in his arms, holding up the half-eaten banana to her tiny face. “Want a bite, love?” he offered, his voice gentle and inviting.

She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, her eyes growing heavy as she leaned back against his chest. You could see her small body beginning to relax, the energy from earlier slowly fading away.

“She’s getting sleepy.” you observed, a tender smile forming on your lips.

“Yeah, me too.” Alex sighed, leaning against the counter for support, still cradling her securely. He took a final bite of the banana, finishing it off before tossing the peel into the bin. “It was pretty rough today. Didn’t get much done.” he admitted, his voice dropping slightly, a hint of frustration seeping into his words.

You moved closer, sensing that there was more on his mind. Gently, you rested a hand on his arm, your thumb rubbing small circles. “What’s wrong?” you asked softly,

He hesitated for a moment, glancing down at the little one in his arms as if considering his words carefully. “I don’t know.” he began, his voice quiet. “Just...a bit disappointed, I guess.”

You could see the weariness in his eyes, the way his shoulders slumped just a little more than usual. It wasn’t often that he let these feelings show. He didn’t like talking about his work much, and you didn’t press him about it unless he opened up first.

“Disappointed in what?” you pressed gently, wanting to understand what was bothering him.

He exhaled deeply, his eyes distant as he tried to put his feelings into words. “It’s like…I had all these ideas in my head, things I wanted to work on, but nothing seemed to come together. I kept trying, but I just couldn’t get it right. And now the day’s over, and I don’t have much to show for it.”

You nodded, understanding the frustration he must have felt. Alex was always driven, always pushing himself to create and to do more. When things didn’t go the way he envisioned, it tended to weigh him down even further.

“It’s okay.” you said softly, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. “Not every day has to be perfect.”

He looked at you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and lingering doubt. “I know, but it’s hard not to feel like I’m wasting time, you know? Like I should be doing more to make up for it.”

You squeezed his arm gently, letting him know you were there with him. “You’re not wasting time, Alex. You’re allowed to have days like this. You’ll find your rhythm again. And even when it feels like you’re not making progress, you are. Just being there, showing up, that’s already something.”

He let out a small, tired chuckle, the tension in his expression easing slightly as he looked at you. “Thanks.” he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

You smiled at Alex, brushing your fingers through the soft hair on your daughter’s head, the strands fine and delicate beneath your touch. “I should get her ready for bed.” you said, your voice low and tender. “She needs a bath, too. I made some food earlier if you wanna eat.”

He shook his head, a small, appreciative smile playing on his lips. “I’m fine now. Actually, do you mind if I give her the bath? I need to wash up anyway, and I missed her today. Didn’t get to spend much time with her.”

The sincerity in his voice touched you, and you nodded immediately. “Of course, yeah. You should. Go get the water started, and I’ll bring her up in a minute. I’ll grab her towel and everything else she needs.”

He grinned, his eyes brightening at the thought. “Is it the bear one?” he asked, a hint of excitement in his tone.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, knowing exactly which one he meant. “Yes, it’s the bear one.” you confirmed.

“She looks so cute in that one.” Alex’s eyes softened at the thought, his smile widening.

The towel he was referring to was one of her favourites. Yellow with a hood that had little ears on top, meant to resemble Winnie the Pooh, though Alex always forgot the name. But it didn’t matter. To him, she was simply adorable wrapped up in it.

Gently, Alex shifted his grip on her, carefully manoeuvring so you could take her from his arms. She was barely awake now, her eyes drooping as she relaxed into your hold. As soon as she was safely in your arms, Alex moved to take off his blazer. He slipped it off his shoulders, folding it neatly before draping it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs, a habitual neatness in his actions.

You watched him for a moment, admiring the ease with which he moved, the quiet care he always took in the simplest of tasks. It was one of those little things you loved about him. How even in moments like this, when he was tired and worn out, he still took the time to do things properly, as if it was his second nature.

With his blazer set aside, Alex turned back to you, his hand reaching out to gently brush your arm before you both headed upstairs.

As you reached the bathroom, you handed your daughter back to Alex, who cradled her with a tenderness that always made your heart swell. He kissed her forehead softly, then looked to you with a contented smile. “I’ll take it from here.” he said, his voice warm and steady.

“Alright.” you replied, returning his smile as you handed over the towel and her pyjamas, everything she’d need after her bath. “I’ll be right outside if you need anything.”

He nodded, his eyes already focused on the task at hand as he gently set her down and began to fill the tub with warm water. As you stepped back to give them some space, you couldn’t help but linger for just a moment longer, watching as Alex dipped his hand into the water to check the temperature, his face lighting up with a soft smile as he spoke quietly to your daughter.

As you turned to leave the bathroom, a sudden wave of affection welled up inside you, making you hesitate at the doorway. You glanced back at Alex, your heart softening at the sight of them. “Do you mind if I stay?” you asked, your voice gentle, almost shy. You knew how much you cherished these moments. Watching them together was something you never wanted to miss.

At the same time, Alex had begun to unbutton his shirt, his fingers moving deftly down the row of buttons. He paused slightly, as if ready to answer you, but you spoke again before he could. “I can leave if you want some alone time with her.” you added quickly, not wanting to intrude.

But Alex shook his head, his hands still working on the last few buttons as he pulled the shirt free from where it was neatly tucked into his jeans. “Of course you can stay.” he said, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He’d get it into the laundry later. His fingers moved to his belt next, unbuckling it before slipping out of his jeans and leaving them in a neat pile on the chair by the sink.

“Okay then.” you agreed softly, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you. “I’ll get her ready.”

You moved closer to your daughter, your hands gentle and careful as you began to undress her. She was already starting to outgrow her clothes, you realised with a twinge of nostalgia. She was growing up so fast, even though she still insisted on wearing nappies despite being fully potty trained. It was just another one of those little quirks that made her who she was, and you couldn’t help but smile as you gently tugged the last one off.

As you busied yourself with her, you noticed Alex out of the corner of your eye, glancing at himself in the mirror above the sink. He stretched, leaning in closer as if inspecting his reflection, his expression contemplative. You could see him run a hand over his jawline, feeling the rough stubble that had started to grow in over the day.

“Do you think I should shave?” he asked, his voice thoughtful as he continued to study his reflection, the muscles in his back shifting subtly as he moved.

You looked over at him fully now, taking in the sight of him. The way the soft light played across his skin, the stubble giving him a slightly rugged look. “You don’t have to,” you replied, “I love how your beard feels.”

He turned his head slightly, catching your gaze in the mirror, a small, appreciative smile forming on his lips. “Yeah?” he asked, a hint of playful curiosity in his voice.

“Yeah.” you confirmed with a nod, your smile widening. There was something about the way he looked right now, comfortable in his own skin, relaxed and at ease. It wasn’t just his appearance. It was everything he was, everything he did for you and your daughter. Every little moment like this, no matter how small, reminded you of why you fell in love with him in the first place.

Satisfied with your answer, Alex turned his attention back to the task at hand, giving you a nod of thanks before leaning down to check the water temperature one more time. Satisfied, he straightened up, his gaze briefly meeting yours with a small, appreciative smile. With a slight shift in his stance, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, the final piece of clothing he was wearing. He slid them down his hips and legs, stepping out of them with the same easy grace he always seemed to carry. He draped them over the shirt, to be thrown into the wash later.

He reached out for your daughter, who was now ready for her bath, her sleepy eyes brightening just a little at the prospect of getting into the warm water. As you handed her over, you couldn’t help but watch them both, the way Alex’s large hands gently cradled her tiny body as he lowered himself into the bath with her.

You found yourself lingering, soaking in every detail, every gesture. You didn’t want to miss a single second of this. Of them.

Alex gently scooted your daughter to the other side of the tub, knowing the routine by heart. First came the playtime, a sacred part of the evening, before the more practical tasks like washing her hair and scrubbing her little feet. He smiled down at her as she settled into her spot, the water splashing softly around her as she got comfortable.

With one hand keeping her steady, he reached over to the side of the tub, where a small collection of bath toys sat waiting. He carefully picked them up, one by one, and placed them into the water around her, creating a small, colourful world that she could dive into. The familiar sound of plastic toys clinking together filled the room as they floated around her, waiting to be played with.

Your daughter’s eyes lit up as she reached for one of her favourite toys, a little yellow duck that always seemed to make her smile. She squeezed it in her tiny hands, laughing softly as it made a squeaky noise, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles.

Alex watched her with a fond smile, his heart swelling at the simple joy she found in the smallest of things. He reached for another toy from the same set, a small, green frog with big, round eyes, and held it up, his voice gentle as he asked, “Mind if I play with you too, love?”

She looked up at him, her expression bright and eager, as if the idea of playing with her dad was the best thing in the world. She nodded enthusiastically, her smile widening as she extended the duck towards him, offering it as if to say ‘you can have this one’.

Alex chuckled softly, taking the duck from her with one hand while holding the frog in the other. “Thank you.” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “Alright, Mr. Frog and Mr. Duck are going on an adventure together. Where should they go first?”

Your daughter giggled, pointing to the other end of the tub where the rest of the toys had gathered. Without missing a beat, Alex guided the two toys through the water, making them bob up and down as if they were swimming. He added a few playful sound effects, much to her delight, as they made their way across the tub, creating an entire story for her to follow.

You stood there, watching them play. There was something magical about these simple moments, the way they connected in the little joys of life. You could see the love in Alex’s eyes, the way he fully immersed himself in her world, making her feel like the most important person in the universe.

As he continued guiding the toys through their imaginary adventure, he playfully splashed himself with water, the droplets landing on his chest and face. He closed his eyes for a moment, squeezing them tightly before opening them wide and blinking a few times, trying to shake off the fatigue that had settled in.

“Tired?” you asked softly, noticing the way his shoulders slumped just a little.

He nodded, looking over at you. “Yeah.” he admitted. But there was no complaint in his tone, just a simple acknowledgment. He glanced down at your daughter, who was still completely absorbed in her play, and then back at you. “Come here,” he said, his smile widening as he gestured for you to join them, “Sit with us instead of standing at the door.”

You felt your heart warm at the invitation, and without hesitation, you moved closer, crossing the room to sit down on the floor right next to the tub. The tiles felt cool against your legs.

As soon as you were seated, Alex reached out towards you, shaking off the excess water from his hand before gently running his fingers through your hair. His touch was tender, his fingers sliding through the strands, just as he’d done it a thousand times before. He scratched lightly at your scalp, his movements slow and soothing, and you couldn’t help but close your eyes for a moment, leaning into his touch.

“Thanks for being here.” he said quietly, his hand still gently massaging your scalp. There was a hint of vulnerability in his voice, as if this little moment of connection meant more to him than he could put into words.

“Of course.” you replied, reaching up to cover his hand with yours. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

He smiled at that, the kind of smile that made you feel like everything was exactly as it should be. You both turned your attention back to your daughter, who was still playing happily with her toys, completely unaware of the quiet exchange between the two of you.

You knew it was time to start winding down. “Sweetheart,” you said gently, leaning forward a bit, “It’s getting late. We need to get you clean before bed.”

She looked up at you, a little pout forming on her lips, but she didn’t protest. Alex, already a step ahead, began gathering the bath toys, his movements unhurried. He placed them back on the side of the tub, each one making a small splash as it left the water, except for the little yellow duck, which he let her keep in her hand. She clung to it, her tiny fingers wrapped around it tightly.

“Hold on to Mr. Duck.” Alex said with a warm smile, turning her around so that her back was to him, her head resting gently against his chest. “We’ll make sure he gets nice and clean, too.”

His hands were gentle as he cupped the back of her head, his fingers already familiar with the routine. He reached for the bottle of shampoo, squeezing a small amount into his palm before rubbing his hands together to lather it up. He carefully worked the shampoo through her hair, his fingers moving in slow, circular motions, massaging her scalp.

He started to hum a soft melody. The sound was low and soothing, filling the small bathroom with a warmth that made the moment feel even more intimate. The tune was unfamiliar to you, a simple, almost hypnotic series of notes, but you knew Alex well enough to recognize that this was likely one of his own compositions, a melody born from quiet moments like this, where the love he felt seemed to overflow.

You watched as he hummed softly, his eyes focused on your daughter as he gently massaged her scalp, making sure to be careful around the edges of her hairline. Even in the smallest of tasks, he poured his whole self into it, always making sure she felt safe and loved.

Your daughter, who had been on the verge of sleepiness just moments before, seemed to relax even more under his touch, her eyes fluttering shut as she let the warmth of the bath and the comfort of his presence lull her into a peaceful state.

As Alex finished rinsing the last of the shampoo from her hair, his humming trailed off into a soft sigh, the sound of the water the only noise left in the room. He looked over at you, a peaceful, almost sleepy smile on his face, and you returned it with one of your own.

He reached for the washcloth, wetting it before lathering it with a bit of soap. With the same tenderness he’d shown while washing her hair, Alex gently scrubbed your daughter’s small arms, her back, and finally her little legs, careful not to miss a spot. She barely stirred, so at ease in the safe haven of his arms that she seemed content to drift off right there in the tub.

Once she was fully clean, Alex cupped his hand to gather some of the bathwater, carefully rinsing the soap from her skin. The water cascaded over her in small streams, washing away the suds until she was completely clean. Satisfied, he leaned back slightly as he turned to you, the question clear in his eyes before he even spoke.

“Why don’t I take her?” you offered, already reaching out for her. “So you can wash up too.”

Alex nodded, grateful for the offer, but there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes as he handed her over, clearly enjoying the precious time with her. As you gathered her into your arms, she nuzzled into you, her body warm and relaxed from the bath.

You gently wrapped her in the towel, making sure she was snug and dry. She looked up at you with sleepy eyes, her little hand clutching the edge of the towel as you whispered, “Say bye-bye to Daddy.”

“Bye-bye.” She lifted a small hand and waved it slowly, her movements drowsy and sweet. Alex returned the wave. You caught the warmth in his gaze and gave him a soft smile before you turned, slipping out of the bathroom and heading toward the bedroom.

As you closed the door behind you, the soft click of the latch seemed to seal the quiet contentment of the evening, leaving Alex alone in the bathroom to finish his routine.

After you left, he let out a quiet sigh, the kind that comes when you’re alone with your thoughts. He glanced down at the bathwater, noticing the little yellow duck still bobbing around, now forgotten by your daughter. Reaching out, he plucked it from the water, the tiny toy fitting easily in his hand.

For a moment, he just held it, absentmindedly turning it over in his fingers, the plastic squeaking faintly as his grip shifted. His gaze drifted somewhere far away, his thoughts wandering to the events of the day, the music that refused to come together, the exhaustion that weighed on him. The toy was a simple, silly thing, but holding it reminded him of more important things that really mattered.

Another sigh escaped him as he forced himself back to the present. He still had to finish washing up, and he wasn’t going to get there by staring at a bath toy. Gently, he set the duck on the edge of the tub, watching it wobble slightly before it settled.

He reached for the bottle of shampoo again, pausing for a moment as his hand hovered over the familiar label. It was your daughter’s shampoo, the one you always bought specifically for her because it was gentle on her hair and smelled like fresh baby powder and chamomile. It was more expensive than the others, and he knew you always got frustrated when it seemed to disappear too quickly, confused about how it could be used up so fast.

Of course, he’d never admit it, but he liked using it too. There was something comforting about it, because it reminded him of her. And if he was honest, it made his hair softer than anything else he’d ever tried.

With a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, he squeezed a small amount into his hand, the familiar scent instantly filling the room again.

As he worked the shampoo through his hair, he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for using something that was meant for your daughter, knowing it would lead to another one of those puzzled conversations about how it always seemed to finish too soon. But he also knew he wouldn’t stop. There was something about it that connected him to her, even in these quiet, solitary moments.

He leaned back, letting the warm water rinse away the suds, and for the first time all day, he felt truly at ease. The bathroom was silent now, save for the gentle patter of water.

He eventually sat up, feeling the last of the shampoo wash away, and then quickly set to work on washing his body. The routine motions, soaping up his arms, his chest, his legs, were methodical, almost automatic, as he focused on rinsing himself off head to toe one last time.

He reached for the large, soft towel that hung nearby, wrapping it around his hips, the thick fabric absorbing the droplets that clung to his skin, and stepped out of the tub, leaving behind the warmth of the water for the cool air of the bathroom.

The mirror was fogged up from the steam, so he wiped a clear patch with the side of his hand, revealing his reflection. His hair was still wet, obviously, dark and slicked back against his head, so he grabbed a comb from the countertop and ran it through his locks. He worked carefully, making sure it would dry just the way he liked. Neat, but not too styled.

He paused for a moment, his eyes drifting down to his face. The stubble that had caught his attention earlier in the evening was still there, a shadow of dark hair along his jaw and chin. He tilted his head slightly, running his hand along his jawline, considering whether to shave after all. But he remembered your words, the way you’d told him you loved how his beard felt, and he smiled to himself.

“Nah.” he murmured softly, letting his hand drop. He’d keep it, at least for now.

With one last glance in the mirror, he decided he was done. He turned off the light and stepped out of the bathroom, the warmth of the night and the softness of the towel around his hips welcoming him back into the comfort of the bedroom where both of his girls were waiting for him.

a/n: this feels so different from what I usually write (maybe because it is) but I don’t know…maybe i’m getting soft on him.

tags: @st7rnioioss @theonlyoneswhoknowsblog @rentsturner @yourstartreatment @avxoxo1 @jqsvi @turnersfav @youresodarkbabe @psychedelicrocker @aacheinthejaw @zayndrider @humbuginmybones @tedioepica

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Waiting For Us

Bang Chan x Thick Reader

Word count: 5.7k

Synopsis: A sequel to Blind Date. It's the one year anniversary of you and Chan's first date. You celebrate by going to the same restaurant but something is off. Will your first anniversary go smoothly or is it destined to go as badly as your first date?

Warnings: MDNI 18+ONLY! Strong language/cussing, dry humping, oral (f receiving), fingering, there's a shower head involved at one point (if you catch my drift), spanking, rough sex (kinda), Chan dom/MC sub dynamic (if you squint real hard) unprotected piv sex (please use your head and a condom), praise/pet names, Chan calls mc a whore (one time, during sex), cream pie, cum shot, multiple orgasms, overstimulation (a little), mentions of pregnancy and labor. I THINK that's everything but if I missed something please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

It was your first time back in that restaurant since you and Chan’s first date. You were sitting in the same fancy Italian restaurant, at the same table, a year later waiting for your boyfriend who was, you looked at the clock by the bar, thirty minutes late. Deja vu. You had learned quickly, anywhere Chan was supposed to be, he was going to be at least fifteen minutes late. When you really needed him somewhere on time you would tell him thirty minutes earlier than the actual time and maybe he would show up on time. Unfortunately, Chan had made tonight's reservations, so you were waiting. It was fine. If your boyfriend’s biggest flaw was time management and his utter lack of being able to take a break without the threat of bodily harm, then you weren’t going to complain.  

The last year with Chan had been amazing, you had never been happier in your life. After your first date had gone so horribly you and Chan planned your second one and it went much smoother. Turns out the fancy restaurant Sarah chose was a little out of both of your element and maybe not the best choice for a first date. New person plus strange environment equals awkward, and awkward it was. You remembered absolutely hating sitting at that table a year ago, sitting across from Chan who was practically brain dead, he was so shy. Now looking back, you didn’t know how you didn’t realize it was his nerves, the quick glances between you and the menu, chugging his first drink. At the moment you were too close to the picture to see what was really going on. Hindsight is twenty twenty was a saying for a reason, you thought as you sipped the glass of red wine you had ordered while you waited. 

The second date you went on was exponentially better. You went walking around a record shop and then an old bookstore. You found this little dive of a diner and ordered burgers, fries and milkshakes. You talked about the albums and books you had both just purchased. You had never seen someone smile so brightly, his dimples, the way his eyes scrunched up. You thought you could listen to him talk about his favorite things forever. You loved the way he got so animated, moving his hands, making faces, and he was funny. You didn’t think you had ever laughed so much, you laughed so hard you ran out of breath and got a cramp in your side at one point.  

When Chan took you home that night, he walked you up to your condo. He leaned in and kissed you goodnight and went to pull away, but you weren’t done yet. His lips were so warm and pillowy, you wanted to be buried in them for as long as possible. You grabbed his jacket and kept him pulled close. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you in, squeezing your soft body and you put your arms around his shoulders, playing with the curls at his nape while his tongue explored your mouth. After you made out in front of your door for a little while. You and Chan finally went to part ways, both of you flushed and grinning like crazy. Chan bit his lip and smiled as he waved and walked backwards away. 

“Goodnight y/n.” You played with the keys in your hand and took a deep breath, smiling at Chan. 

“Goodnight Chan.” After a couple more dates that went particularly well, that was all she wrote. You were inseparable. If you weren’t at work or some other pressing engagement, you would be hanging out with your friends and Chan. Most of your friends were mutual but the few of his that weren’t took you in almost immediately.  

The first time you met them you were nervous. How would Chan act around them, would he be less affectionate with you, would he be embarrassed? He was taller than you by a couple inches, but you were definitely bigger than him. What if one of his friends thought you weren’t good enough for him, what if one of them said it? 

Chan could tell you were nervous; he held your hand as you walked into the party you were meeting his friends at. As soon as you were introduced to them all of your fears of their scrutiny and disapproval disappeared. They were so welcoming and funny, especially when they would gang up on Chan and tell you embarrassing stories from college and high school. He would groan and blush and hide his face. You were going to get another drink and Chan’s friend Felix jumped up offering to come, saying he needed a refill too. Chan narrowed his eyes at him and mimed zipping his lip. Felix just rolled his eyes shaking his head and followed you to find the kitchen. You did in fact find the kitchen and you were pouring drinks for you and Felix when he leaned a little closer so he was sure you could hear him over the music. 

“Ya know, I’ve never seen him so happy?” You bit your lip and quickly turned to look Felix in his eyes, to see if he was just trying to be nice or if he really meant what he said. 

“Really?” Felix nodded and leaned in again. 

“Yea definitely, he hasn’t been able to stop grinning like an idiot. I mean he’s always been an idiot but the grinning like one part, that’s pretty new.” You laughed and slapped Felix lightly. His huge smile appeared as he laughed, scrunching up his freckled nose. 

“No, but really y/n. I have never seen him so...” You held your breath. So what? 

“Whole. You seem to make him whole y/n, you give him purpose.” Your heart swelled and you thought you might cry. You hugged Felix and he squeezed you back tightly. 

“Don’t cry because if you do, I am for sure.” He whispered in your ear, and you laughed. Chan walked into the kitchen and saw you and Felix hugging. He shook his head walking over to the two of you. He playfully smacked Felix on the shoulder. 

“Jeeze I let you two walk away for one second and you’re trying to steal my girl.” Felix turned and cocked his eyebrow at Chan. 

“What do you mean trying? You see me hugging her.” Felix winked at you and gave Chan that megawatt sunshine smile then they both busted out laughing. Felix took his drink and went to get back to the rest of their friends leaving you and Chan in the kitchen. Once it was just the two of you, you quickly put down your cup, wrapped your arms around Chan’s broad shoulders and kissed him passionately. He braced himself against you and pulled you close, squeezing your full hips. When you pulled away Chan had a silly smile on his face and his ears were red. 

“What was that for?” You shrugged a little. 

“For making me happy.” Chan closed his eyes, cupped your face, and rubbed his nose against yours before pressing his full lips against yours again. 

“You make me happy too y/n. So happy.” That night was the first night you and Chan made love. Oh you had fucked before that, you had fucked Chan on your very first date, on a swing no less, but this was the first time you made love. Bodies pressed together tightly, slow and deep, soft kisses and sweet praise, breathing each other in. When you came that night it was like your whole body buzzed, you felt it everywhere, all over, your body practically vibrated with Chan’s on top of you, pressed into you, kissing you over and over, telling you he loves you, would do anything for you. You thought your heart couldn’t be fuller than it was in that moment.

Everything with Chan was just so easy. Even the hardest days were bearable. Chan had this thing he liked to tell you when you were overwhelmed or upset. He would say that ‘a life full of ups would never be fulfilling because you would never know how great the good parts are if you didn’t know how hard it could be too’. It always seemed to help put things into perspective for you. If you seemed down he would tell you every chance he had how beautiful you were. You were. He thought you had the most beautiful eyes and every time he looked at your lips, he wanted to kiss them. He loved your soft body too, your curves, his hands were always on you, touch clearly being one of Chan’s love languages. Whether it was twirling a piece of your hair while you both laid together on the couch reading, or a hand at the small of your back while you waited in queue at the movie theater, Chan’s hands were gentle.

Then there were times his touch would be scorching. Like when he ran his hands up and down your plush body after going down on you, making you cum multiple times on his tongue or when he gripped your hips as he thrusted into you from behind, slapping your full ass before fucking you harder. Your sex life was white hot. You would think after a little while you both would calm down a little but no. You were insatiable for each other. Just thinking about his firm torso and gripping his nice ass as he slammed into you had you squeezing your legs together under the table. You spent most nights together alternating between your place and Chan’s, but you hadn’t taken that last step of moving in together yet. Neither of you were in a hurry, you saw each other all the time anyway so it wasn’t imperative for it to happen. You’d move in together when you moved in, there was no right or wrong time as long as you both were happy. 

You were pulled from your reverie when you saw Chan rushing into the restaurant, it was like a replay of the first night you’d met all over again. Him in another black suit, hurrying to the hostess station before walking to your table with an apologetic and nervous smile on his face.  

“Well, some things never change. I was beginning to wonder if you were really standing me up this time.” You poked fun at Chan as he leaned over and kissed you, he seemed tense. 

“I’m so sorry baby girl I...” You put your hand up, shaking your head. You didn’t want him upset thinking you were mad. You knew why he was late; he didn’t need to make excuses with you. He was always late for the same reason. He had a habit of getting wrapped up in his work and completely losing track of time or anything that was outside of the task he was zeroed in on. You had never let it upset you, he was passionate about his job. Not everyone gets to have a job they love as much as he does. 

“It’s fine Channie, really. It hasn’t been too long.” He gave you a face that screamed ‘yeah right’ but nodded giving you a half smile, relieved that at least you weren’t upset with him. When the waiter came over Chan ordered a drink, and you got another glass of wine while you started talking about your day. Well, you were talking about yours, Chan seemed a bit quiet, a little distracted. You both ordered dinner and you ordered more than a salad this time. You could see why Chan had eaten his dish like he had on your first date. It was delicious! When the meal was done the waiter walked over with probably the most decadent looking piece of chocolate cake you had ever seen. It had two little sparklers lit on the top and written in chocolate syrup on the plate said Happy Anniversary Chan & y/n. 

“Channie, you didn’t... you’re so sweet.” The sparklers burnt out and you leaned over to give him a kiss. You pressed your lips against his softly and you could tell something was actually wrong with him. That little spark that was usually in him seemed to have burned out like the ones in the dessert on your table. He was upset about something, but you didn’t want to be pushy if he wasn’t ready to talk. He would come to you about it when he was ready.  

Chan had really hoped you didn’t notice how upset he was. He was trying to put on a happy face, but it was hard. He just wanted to get through dinner, get through the night. It was your first anniversary for fucks sake, he couldn’t tell you tonight. You both ate the rich chocolate dessert and drank the complimentary champagne. At one point, when you were talking about some silly video you had seen, Chan looked like he was a million miles away. 

“Chan? Did you hear me?” He blinked quickly and nodded. 

“Yea baby girl, I’m listening, sorry continue.” You shook your head. 

“Why don’t we get out of here baby? Do you want to go to yours or mine tonight?” Chan suddenly remembered the rest of his plans for the evening. 

“Oh uh, neither I got us a hotel room for the night.” Your smile grew and it made Chan feel warm inside. 

“Really?!” Channie, you’re such a hopeless romantic. I could just kiss your face off right now!” He let out a little laugh. He wanted nothing more than for you to be happy tonight. Tomorrow... tomorrow, Chan thought wearily. Chan paid for dinner, and you left for the hotel. When you got there and checked in Chan led you up to the room he had reserved over a month ago when he had been so excited for this night. When you walked in it was gorgeous. Very modern, sleek and simple, varying shades of white, black, and grey with chrome accents. 

“Oh my god! Chan! Look at this place! What the hell man?!” You ran over, jumped and fell back on the big fluffy bed laughing. Chan wanted to laugh with you, he wanted to be able to enjoy this like you did. Oblivious to what was coming. The choices that had to be made. The choice he wanted to make. When you sat up giggling you saw Chan standing there stoically. You weren’t used to seeing him like that, so serious. He was usually a fairly goofy, happy go lucky guy. He had seemed upset all night and you were trying to be patient and let him come to you about it, but he wasn’t saying anything, and you wanted him to enjoy this night as much as you did. Maybe if he just talked about it, he’d be able to. You walked over and grabbed Chan’s big hands and pulled him over to sit next to you on the bed. He followed with heavy steps. 

“What’s wrong Chan?” You asked as you both sat down. He shook his head. Not tonight. He wasn’t doing this tonight. 

“Nothing baby girl everything is fine.” The look on his face told you that everything was not fine. He was a terrible liar at the best of times but tonight there was no way to mask how upset he really was. 

“Christopher Bang do not lie to me. I can tell something is bothering you. I’ve waited for you to let out all evening, so just tell me what’s going on. I’m sure you’ll feel better.” He shook his head again. 

“No, I won’t, and you won’t either and I’m not ruining this night. Not on our anniversary.” Chan was getting more upset. You tilted your head confused. 

“You could never ruin tonight Chan. Tell me what’s wrong, it’s okay baby.” You ran your hand down his cheek. He sighed heavily and took your hand in his. He turned it over and looked down at your palm as if he were memorizing it, or perhaps looking into your future. He gently ran his thumb over the pulse point on your wrist, unable to look you in the eye knowing what he had to tell you. 

“I got a promotion at work today. It’s actually the position I dreamed of getting when I started at the company,” Your eyes went wide and you smiled brightly, squeezing his hand and pulling it towards your heart. 

“Chan that’s great news! Why on earth are you upset?” He chewed at his lips as he pulled your hand back down into his lap and played with your fingers, an absent-minded habit he had developed. 

“If I accept the position the first project I’d be in charge of would be opening and organizing the new Sydney office for our company. I would have to move to Australia for two years, once everything is running smoothly, I would be able to move back home.” Tears were welling up in Chan’s eyes at the idea of being away from you for any amount of time. You were in shock; you were not expecting that. 

“Oh.” Your bottom lip started to quiver, and Chan’s hand quickly came up to rub your cheek, comforting you. 

“I’m not accepting the position baby girl. I... I can’t be away from you for two years, I...” His tears started spilling over. You sat up straight and cut him off. 

“There’s no way I’m letting you turn down your dream job because of me!” Chan’s brows furrowed and he shook his head, refusing what you were saying. 

“It’s not because of you it’s because of relocating!” You scoffed and rolled your eyes.  

“If we weren’t together and you were offered this position, relocation and all, would you take it?” Chan’s head continued shaking, he closed his eyes. 

“No no no, that’s not fair because we are together, so what does it matter what I would do if we weren’t?” You stood up and started pacing as you ran your fingers through your hair frustrated. 

“You’ve been with me a year Chan and it has been the best of my life but this is a dream you’ve had for what; at least four or five years? I know how dedicated to your job you are Chan. I’ve apologized to countless people about your tardiness due to that dedication and I’m not letting you give up all that hard work for me!” Your own eyes were filled with tears now. 

“So what I’m just supposed to give up on us instead!? You just want to let us go?! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for us?!! To find this!!” Chan motioned between the two of you. His voice got louder the more upset he got. You sat on the bed next to him again, tears started to trail down your face. 

“We’ll... We’ll make it work. We can do video calls and I can come vis-” Chan shook his head. 

“I can’t ask you to wait two years for me back here y/n. That’s not fair to y-” You cut him off this time. 

“No! Losing you completely when we are so happy is what is not fair Chan.” You laid down burying your face in your arms and you started crying, sobbing. Chan’s mind was racing a mile a minute. He wanted to comfort you, he wanted to ease your mind about all of this, his mind and he wanted a choice that kept the two of you together more than anything. Then it hit him. When the idea came into his mind, he thought he was an idiot for not thinking of it sooner. As soon as it popped into his head, he said it out loud. 

“Go with me.” You lifted your head and sat up sniffling, tears still streaking down your cheeks. You weren’t sure he was really asking what you thought he was asking. 

“What?” Chan scooted closer to you on the bed, the most determined look on his face you had ever seen. 

“Go with me. I’ll say yes to the promotion, and you come with me to Sydney. We’ll move in together. We practically live together already anyway. You can meet my family and see where I grew up.” You looked shell shocked. You blinked and gathered your thoughts back up. 

“You’re serious?” Chan shook his head. 

“As a fucking heart attack baby girl. When I planned this whole night out, I was going to ask you to move in with me anyway. Now it would be hundreds of miles away instead of my shitty apartment but...” You laughed. 

“I like your place.” He laughed too and shook his head. 

“What about my work? Our friends?” Chan rubbed circles on your back reassuringly. 

“Well, if you want to stay with your company, we could look into you transferring or you could always look for a new position in Sydney if you want a change. Our friends will love and support us, they’ll always be our friends whether we’re five miles or five thousand miles away.” You smiled ear to ear, the tears in your eyes now the sparkly, happy kind. 

“Sydney... together.” You said and Chan nodded, his smile was so big both his dimples appeared prominently. 

“Together baby girl. I love you so much.” You wrapped your arms around Chan’s shoulders and kissed him. 

“I love you too Chan.” He held your face in both hands as he kissed you over and over, each becoming more heated until teeth, lips, and tongues were all fighting for dominance. You crawled onto Chan’s lap, a thick thigh on each side of his legs. You sat down and started rolling your hips against his crotch. Chan lifted the skirt of your dress, and his hands gripped your full ass. Pushing you down to grind on him harder. 

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” You pressed against the erection straining his pants, your breaths coming out faster as you worked yourself over him. 

“Chan... I... fuck... I love you.” You were both kissing, pawing, grinding against each other. It was messy, almost frantic, as if the other may evaporate if your touches and kisses ceased. You pulled at each other's clothes clumsily until you got frustrated and sat back on Chan’s legs, gripped the collar of his shirt and ripped the buttons open exposing his firm chest and torso. He never failed to make your mouth water. 

“God damn baby girl!” You pushed Chan’s shirt off and started kissing his neck and shoulder, grazing your teeth across as you continued to ride him. Suddenly Chan rolled and you were pinned underneath him laughing. 

“You’re feisty tonight baby girl but don’t forget who’s in charge here.” You could feel how wet your panties were getting. You loved it when Chan man handled you in bed, he wasn’t scared to get a little rough, throw you around a bit. He was certainly strong enough to and you knew how to get him going. You wrestled against him but it was no use, he was far stronger. He had your arms pinned and you were trapped under him. You gave him those sweet doe eyes of yours and smiled.  

“Channie, baby...” You cooed and leaned in like you were going to start kissing down his neck again. Instead, you bit and then sucked a mark onto Chan’s neck, low enough that a collared shirt would still easily cover it but dark enough he’d have to wear one for a couple days. 

“Fuck, mmmm, I’ll get you for that one when you least suspect it!” Chan laughed aquiesing, sliding the straps of your dress down and pulling it off you. When he had the garment discarded it revealed the black lace lingerie you had worn especially for the occasion. He sat back on his knees, his legs now straddling you. Chan bit his fist and closed his eyes trying to get a hold of himself. His dick had never been so hard in his life, he was certain of it. There you laid underneath him in a matching black lace bra, garter belt and panties. Stockings that stopped just before covering the tops of your thick thighs. Chan lost it. 

“Oh my god, you are fucking incredible!” his lips attacked your neck and chest, licking, kissing, biting, marking you. Groping you over the sheer lace that did nothing to actually cover you but was effective in its intended purpose, which was driving Chan wild. He pulled down the cups of the lacy bra and started to squeeze and then suck on your breasts, gliding his tongue over one nipple before giving the other a similar treatment. You threaded your fingers through Chan's curls as he migrated further down your body, kissing and licking a fiery trail in the process. He bit at your garter belt and pulled at it with his teeth before continuing his way down your body. When his mouth stopped just over your lace covered mount you started to squirm. You could feel his warm breath as he hovered over your cunt. You started to whine. 

“Channie please...” He smirked up at you. 

“Please what baby girl?” You blushed because you knew what he wanted to hear, you propped yourself up on your elbows. 

“Please baby, lick me, here.” You ran one hand down your body, slid your fingers into your cunt and Chan’s eyes darkened. He grabbed your hand pulling it out of your lacy panties and stuck your fingers in his mouth, sucking your juices off, humming contently. 

“Mmmm you taste so good...” Chan wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer, burying his face in your clothed pussy. 

“You smell good too beautiful and you asked so nicely. How could I possibly say no.” Chan pushed your panties to the side and drug his tongue through your folds.  

“Oh, oh, fuck!” He lifted his head for a second and grinned at you before spreading your labia, pressing his soft lips against your cunt, and sucking your clit. The moan that came out of you went straight to Chan’s dick. He focused, gently licking and then sucking on your clit and then added two fingers, pushing them inside you. 

“Fuck baby girl you’re always so tight, gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock.” You moaned when Chan went back to slowly devouring you, pumping his fingers inside you. He started humming and groaning against your pussy as he pumped his fingers into you harder hitting the spot that made your body buzz. You gripped his hair tightly and pushed his face into your cunt more. 

“FUCKFuckfuck RRRIGHT THERE rrright there! Yes, Chan fucking lick me baby...FUCK... eat me good Channie! You’re gonna make me cum, fingers feel so fucking good inside me!” Chan doubled his efforts and soon had you sailing into the abyss. You came on his tongue as you rubbed yourself against his face. 

“I’m coming, oh... OH! Oh my god Chan, fuck, I-I'm coming!” Chan was practically a maniac, licking, sucking, drinking in every bit of you that he could as he finger fucked you hard through your orgasm. When Chan removed his mouth from your sex he sat back on his knees between your legs, grabbed your panties and ripped them exposing your cunt to him unobstructed. You gasped out surprised. 

“CHAN!” He smirked at you and then gripped your bra partially tearing it making sure your breasts were free and easily accessible to him.  

“I told you baby girl... when you least expected it.” You laughed; Chan loved making you laugh even when you were fucking. Right now, his cock twitched seeing you laying there giggling in that torn up lace. Chan wasted no more time. He grabbed your soft hips and pulled you close, lined up his cock, coated it in your cum and pushed inside you fully. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder immediately. 

“FUCK! God damn so tight beautiful.” Chan grabbed a hold of your garter belt and pumped into you harder and faster. 

“So big Channie, you fill me up so good baby, harder, fuck me harder!” Chan gave you a sly smile. 

“Say please?” You narrowed your eyes at him and smiled back, two could play this game. You gave Chan your biggest, sweetest fuck me eyes and whined. 

“Please, harder daddy!” Chan involuntarily moaned when you said that unable to hide how much he loved it when you called him that. He dug his fingers into your squishy hips tight and started fucking you hard just like you asked. 

“Does daddy’s good girl wanna get fucked hard? Treat you like a queen but fuck you like a whore? MY whore? Is that how you like it baby girl? Are you gonna cum for daddy?” He kept up his punishing pace and it was your turn to moan out uncontrollably. 

“Fuck yes yes yes! I’m gonna cum daddy please please make me cum!” Chan started rubbing your clit with his thumb as he continued to fuck your hard and deep. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. 

“Let go baby girl, cum for me, cum for daddy.” You saw stars, the whole galaxy behind your eyes as you came on Chan’s cock, coating him in your juices as you screamed his name. 

“CHAN! FUCK!” You laid there somewhere between limp and stiff as Chan fucked you, prolonging your orgasm, letting you ride the wave of ecstasy you were feeling for as long as possible. When you started panting trying to catch your breath Chan slowed down a bit, grabbing both your breasts and squeezing as he slowly slid his cock in and out of your creamy pussy. 

“You gonna let me cum all over this pretty lace baby girl? Fuck! Wanna paint that sexy body.” You nodded and when your head was on straight again, you started begging Chan to cum for you. 

“Please baby cum for me, cover me baby, cum all over my pussy, wanna feel it, so warm, Channie please cum for me!” Chan gripped your garter belt again, fucked you harder and you started to cum again.  

“Fuck fuck fuck Channie baby FUUUUUCK!” Your walls squeezed and fluttered around Chan’s cock. Your sudden orgasm pushed him over the edge, and he started to cum inside you.  

“I’m coming baby girl oh fuck yes, fuck!” He pulled out and stroked himself over you letting the rest of his load coat your belly and garter belt, your torn panties and your mound, as a little started to drip out of your hole.  

“That’s my beautiful girl, fuck you look so good covered in my cum.” Chan rubbed the head of his cock up and down your slit making both of you shudder and twitch from the overstimulation. Chan started getting hard again just looking at you laid out like that. Your plush body flushed, breathless, your big breasts rising and falling quickly. Fucked out in torn up lingerie, running your fingers through Chan’s cum on your soft belly and licking it off.  

“Let’s go clean up baby. I wanna rip the rest of this off you. Then maybe I can wash you up real good with that massaging shower head they have.” He pressed a soft kiss to your neck and then his lips were against the shell of your ear. 

“Maybe bend you over that marble bench in the shower and give you my cock again, unload all over that thick ass this time.” Your pussy clenched and more of Chan’s cum came dripping out. Chan stood up and started walking backwards towards the bathroom, his firm body and his hard cock both proudly on display for you as he beckoned you to follow.  

Chan made you cum twice on the shower head and two more times on his cock before he was satisfied. He came all over your backside and rubbed it all over your ass as he rutted against you. After, you both quickly washed up to get to bed. You were absolutely exhausted by the marathon of fucking you had just had. You curled up under the big soft duvet resting your head in the crook of Chan’s arm that was wrapped around you. He kissed the top of your head then you both settled in and melted together as you fell asleep. 

You were leaning over a very round belly planting your new flowers in the little garden in front of your house while Chan and your son were kicking a soccer ball around the yard together. It was the perfect day to be outside as a family and even though you were due any day and you were supposed to be taking it easy, you had to get these flowers done before this little girl made her entrance into the world. You weren’t doing anything too crazy just sitting and digging in the dirt a little you should be fi- you felt a contraction which wasn’t surprising necessarily, but it was a strong one and then suddenly your sun dress was wet. 

“Uhhh... Chan?” Him and your son turned towards your voice and when Chan saw the look on your face and the wet dress, he knew. 

“CJ it’s baby time little guy. Go grab mommy’s bag and put it in the car while I help her up, okay?” The little boy who had just turned six that year nodded and ran into the house. Chan hurried over to you and you felt another contraction, this one hurt. 

“FFfffuck.” You gritted quietly through your teeth squeezing Chan’s hand. You didn’t want to alarm your son and you tried to not swear like that in front of him if you could help it. Chan held your hand and rubbed your lower back as you did your breathing through the contraction. When it ended you looked up at Chan with tears in your eyes. 

“I know we’ve done this before, but it seems like it was so long ago now. I’m scared Chan.” He smoothed your hair back away from your face and softly kissed your lips. 

“Look at me, okay? CJ is getting your bag, we’re gonna get you to the hospital and everything is going to be fine, okay? How do we get through things? Hmm? Like CJ’s birth, the cancer scare with your mom, like Australia?” You sniffled and wiped your tears as you calmed down. 

“Together.” Chan nodded and smiled, kissing your lips softly again. 

“Together.” 

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[lambsouvlaki]

For the Hell of It - Needy(*)

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: NSFW, oral, male receiving.

Word count: 885

Summary: After a night out, she is in the mood to tease.

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As soon as they were in the apartment, she pushed Jason against the door and kissed him. 

“Hello,” he said, surprise seamlessly transitioning into smugness. He leaned in to kiss her back, his hands running up her arms in preparation to spin them around again, but she wasn’t having it. She knew his tricks.

If he got his way, he would have her naked and blissed out before he even considered his own pleasure. 

She wasn’t letting him get away with it tonight. She put his hands against the door and leaned her weight against his chest. It wouldn’t hold him by any means, but it told him she wanted to call the shots. 

“You’re in a mood.” He grinned and leaned back against the door. “Liked that little stunt, did you?” 

She hummed and kissed her way across his jaw and down his neck. 

She’d been in a mood all night really. She hadn’t worn her racy cocktail dress and heels by accident. She did her hair up the way Jason liked, then went to the club with her girl friends and was annoyed by every man who looked at her for being the wrong man. It was still a fun night, but she was really just hanging out to go home and see her boyfriend at the end of it. 

Only she ran into trouble on the way home. 

Her taxi driver did not take her where he should have, turning away towards the docks with a bald faced lie about closed roads. Presumably he thought she’d be too drunk to notice. She played up the tipsy college girl act and squeezed her panic button.

Jason came to collect.

The spectacle of her boyfriend violently protecting her probably shouldn’t turn her on quite so much, but here she was. Sinking down onto her knees.

He curled a lock of hair behind her ear.

The tightly controlled power of him excited her as much as his protective streak. He’d destroyed the taxi driver like he was nothing. And compared to the kinds of threats he normally dealt with, he was nothing. But there was no world where he didn’t treat someone planning to hurt her as worth his full attention. Jason would never let her go undefended.

She teased him with tiny butterfly kisses, the smoothness of her cheek, and coy slow pumps with her hands. He groaned at the provocation but made no move to push for more.

His head fell back against the door and he let out a gusty breath. 

“You know you don’t owe me, right, baby?” 

She scoffed. “Of course.” 

She’d had her struggles with needing to defend herself. She asserted her independence for years and stood on her own against the world. She proved to herself she could. All she got from it was the realisation that she didn’t want to. She had nothing to prove.

“I let you defend me,” she said. She ran her tongue up his length and met his eyes. “Like you’re letting me do whatever I want to you.”

Jason looked down at her with rapt attention. 

It used to make her shy, the blinding spotlight of his attention. Now she luxuriated in it.

He breathed in a pattern she recognised as a calming technique. The excited twitch of his fingers on her shoulder told her it wasn’t working. He carded a hand through her hair. 

At last she relented. She sank her mouth over the head, tongue flat against the underside. His breath stuttered in his chest. She grinned around him. 

She continued, as insufferably unhurried and thorough as she had been before. He tried to swallow his hungry whines and moans. Unsuccessful. Each little sound fueled her appetite for him.

“Don’t tell me you can’t take a little teasing, Jay?” she said, pulling back to stretch her jaw. 

He gave her an unconvincing scowl. “I’m not the one who can’t take it." He cupped the back of her head. 

Nevermind they both know how absurd a claim that was, or how empty the implied threat, she rose valiantly to the challenge set before her. She grinned. 

“Oh yeah? Watch this.” 

The noise that fell from his lips was sinful. It sent a shiver down her spine and had her moaning, in the brief moments she was able. His hand fluttered against the back of her head. The other brushed gently along her jaw. She could feel the twitch in his hips, the straining will to not thrust into her throat. His thick, powerful thighs were so tense under her hands. So much control. Another night she would set out to break it. Tonight, she had more generous plans.

She backed off, letting her mouth hang open as she breathed deeply. Her eyelashes were damp.

He whined at the sight. 

Oh, she loved seeing him so needy. His hand at her jaw moved to her shoulder, desperately trying to anchor himself. She pulled it back, encompassing her throat. 

His eyes darkened and he growled. The hand on the back of her head made a fist around her ponytail. There was so much tension and power coiled through him. Still he didn’t push. Such a gentleman.

She licked her lips and winked at him. “Oh, go on.” 

He tilted her head up.

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[cynicalrosebud]

RHI - NSFW: Surrender

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Pairing(s): Nikolai x Rumor

Summary: Rumor meets Nikolai for the first time, years earlier in that club.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, gay sex, BDSM dynamics (Master/sub), good dom, power dynamics, praise kink, gags, restraints, coming inside, unprotected sex, anal plugs, safe sane consensual

The pulsing beat of the club’s music reverberated through the dimly lit room, creating an almost hypnotic rhythm that matched the thrum of anticipation coursing through Rumor’s veins. His eyes roamed over the crowd, taking in the various scenes playing out across the floor—soft murmurs of submission, the crack of leather against skin, and the unmistakable aura of power exchanged between Dom and sub.

He had been here before, always watching from the periphery, never quite committing to anything serious. Rumor wasn’t a stranger to submission—he liked the feeling of giving up control, of trusting someone to take him where he needed to go—but he hadn’t yet found someone who could match him. He needed a Dom who understood his cheeky, rebellious nature, who wouldn’t shy away from the challenge he presented.

Tonight, though, something felt different. There was a tension in the air, a sense of expectation that clung to his skin, and as his eyes scanned the room, they landed on a man standing in the shadows, watching him.

Nikolai.

Even from across the room, the man’s presence was impossible to ignore. Broad-shouldered, tall, and exuding an air of confidence, he was everything Rumor found himself drawn to. His dark eyes were focused intently on him, and when their gazes met, Rumor felt a spark of something electric pass between them.

Nikolai gave a small, knowing smirk, and with a slight tilt of his head, motioned for Rumor to come closer. For a moment, Rumor hesitated, biting down on the urge to challenge the silent command. His natural inclination was to be difficult, to push boundaries—but something about the intensity in Nikolai’s gaze made him reconsider.

Curiosity winning out, Rumor made his way across the room, weaving through the crowd until he stood before the imposing man. Up close, Nikolai was even more intimidating—a mountain of muscle, with an aura that screamed control. Rumor couldn’t help the shiver of excitement that ran down his spine.

“You’ve been watching for a while,” Nikolai said, his voice low and heavily accented, carrying the weight of authority. “Why don’t you play?”

Rumor raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Not many can handle me, mate.”

Nikolai’s lips curled into a dark smile. ���Is that so?” He stepped closer, the heat of his body pressing into Rumor’s space. “Perhaps you haven’t met the right Dom yet.”

Rumor’s breath hitched at the proximity, his heart beating a little faster as he looked up into Nikolai’s eyes. There was something about the way Nikolai held himself—calm, confident, in complete control—that made Rumor feel like maybe, just maybe, this man could be the one to handle him.

“And you think you’re the right one?” Rumor challenged, his voice laced with the familiar edge of rebellion.

Nikolai chuckled softly, his hand reaching out to cup Rumor’s chin, tilting his head back just enough to make his point. “I don’t think, malen'kiy. I know.”

The boldness in that statement sent a jolt of excitement through Rumor. He bit down on his lower lip, weighing his options. He wasn’t easily tamed, and he wasn’t about to make it easy for Nikolai—but something in him craved to see if this man could back up his words.

“Alright then,” Rumor said, his voice softening just slightly. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Nikolai’s grip tightened just for a moment before releasing, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Good boy,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over Rumor’s bottom lip. “Follow me.”

Rumor’s pulse quickened at the praise, and before he knew it, he was trailing behind Nikolai, following him to one of the private rooms in the back of the club. The moment the door shut behind them, the atmosphere shifted—quieter, more intimate, yet filled with anticipation.

Nikolai turned to face him, his expression serious as he moved closer, towering over him. “Before we begin,” he said, his voice softer now, “we talk. I need to know your limits, what you want.”

Rumor appreciated that, the straightforwardness of it. It was one thing to play, but another to do so safely. He nodded, taking a deep breath. “I like rope. Restraints. I don’t mind a gag, but no humiliation.”

Nikolai’s hand came up to stroke along Rumor’s cheek, his thumb grazing the sensitive skin of his neck. “I understand. You’ll speak up if anything’s too much?”

“Yes sir,” Rumor replied, his voice barely a whisper now, the proximity making it hard to think clearly. The calmness of Nikolai’s presence was grounding, even though the anticipation was winding tighter and tighter in his chest.

“Good,” Nikolai said, stepping back. “Now, undress.”

Rumor’s fingers trembled slightly as he complied, pulling his shirt over his head and kicking off his boots. The room felt cooler without the layers of clothing, and by the time he was standing in just his briefs, he could feel Nikolai’s gaze burning into him. It was a heady feeling—knowing he was being watched so intently, knowing that soon, he would be completely under this man’s control.

Nikolai moved with a deliberate grace, pulling a length of black rope from a nearby drawer. He approached Rumor slowly, letting him see each movement, giving him time to prepare for what was coming. “Hands behind your back,” he ordered, his voice a steady command.

Rumor complied, and within moments, the rope was wrapped around his wrists, the tightness just enough to make him feel restrained but not uncomfortable. The careful precision of Nikolai’s knots made it clear he had done this many times before, and the realization sent another thrill through Rumor’s body.

Next, Nikolai slipped a soft leather blindfold over Rumor’s eyes, plunging him into darkness. The loss of vision made everything feel more intense—the sound of Nikolai’s breathing, the faint scent of leather and cologne, the warmth of his body as he moved closer.

“You’ll snap your fingers if you need to stop,” Nikolai reminded him, his voice low and firm.

Rumor nodded, unable to form words with the anticipation tightening his throat. He felt Nikolai’s fingers brush over his chest, tracing a path down to his stomach, each touch light and teasing. Every nerve in Rumor’s body was on high alert, his senses heightened by the loss of sight.

Without warning, Nikolai’s hand moved lower, cupping Rumor’s bulging briefs. A sharp gasp escaped his lips, his body arching into the touch, but he stayed still, his wrists tugging uselessly at the ropes.

“I think you’re ready,” Nikolai murmured, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Rumor’s briefs and pulling them down in one swift motion. Rumor’s cock sprang free, already aching and hard, and he let out a soft moan as the cool air hit his skin.

The next few moments were a blur of sensations—the tightness of more ropes being wrapped around his chest and thighs, the sudden pressure of a gag being slipped between his lips, and then, finally, the warmth of Nikolai’s hands on his hips, guiding him down to his knees.

“You’re going to be very good for me tonight, aren’t you, Carwyn?” Nikolai whispered, his voice a mix of command and promise.

And for once, Rumor didn’t have a cheeky reply. Just a muffled moan of surrender.

Rumor knelt in the center of the room, the ropes holding him securely in place as the anticipation pulsed through him. Every breath he took felt heavier beneath the blindfold, and each shift of the rope against his skin sent a wave of sensation coursing through him. The gag in his mouth stifled the soft moans he couldn’t hold back, his body already reacting to the careful control Nikolai exerted over him.

Nikolai stood before him, the soft creak of leather betraying his movements. "You look beautiful like this," he said, his voice thick with approval. His fingers grazed along Rumor’s jaw, tracing the line of the gag, tugging lightly to ensure it was secure. There was something about the way Nikolai handled him—precise and deliberate—that made Rumor feel utterly consumed by the man’s dominance.

The darkness behind the blindfold amplified every other sense—the soft rustle of Nikolai’s clothing, the faint scent of leather and cologne that clung to his skin, the heat of his body as he crouched down beside Rumor.

“You’ve been craving this, haven’t you?” Nikolai murmured, his breath warm against Rumor’s ear. His hand slid down to the base of Rumor’s neck, his fingers pressing just enough to remind him who was in control.

Rumor let out a low, muffled sound, his body involuntarily leaning into the touch. He had been craving it—someone who could take him apart like this, piece by piece, and make him feel completely vulnerable and safe all at once.

“Good boy,” Nikolai praised, his voice carrying a deep satisfaction. The praise was intoxicating, sending a shiver down Rumor’s spine. He felt the soft press of Nikolai’s lips against his temple, a surprisingly gentle gesture amidst the binding ropes and control.

Then, without warning, Nikolai’s fingers trailed lower, over Rumor’s chest, skimming over the tight ropes that wrapped around him. The sensation was maddening, each touch igniting the fire in his veins. Nikolai’s hands continued their path downward, until finally, they reached his cock, standing painfully hard between his bound legs.

“Let’s see how long you can last,” Nikolai said, his tone almost teasing. His hand closed around Rumor’s length, a firm, steady grip that made Rumor’s hips jerk instinctively. But the ropes held him in place, leaving him at Nikolai’s mercy.

A soft, desperate whimper escaped Rumor’s throat as Nikolai began to stroke him slowly, teasingly. The blindfold heightened the sensation, and all he could focus on was the pleasure building in his core, each stroke pulling him closer to the edge.

“You don’t get to come until I say so,” Nikolai warned, his hand tightening just enough to make the command clear. “Understand?”

Rumor nodded frantically, his breaths coming in short, uneven gasps. The gag muffled his moans, but the desperation in them was unmistakable. He wanted to beg, to plead for release, but the ropes, the gag, the overwhelming control that Nikolai held over him kept him grounded, even as he felt himself teetering on the edge.

Nikolai’s pace slowed, teasing him with agonizing precision. “You’re doing well,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over the head of Rumor’s cock, gathering the slick precome that had gathered there. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

The sound of something being uncapped reached Rumor’s ears, and before he could process what was happening, the cold press of lube against his entrance made him shudder. He tensed for a moment, but Nikolai’s hand pressed firmly against his lower back, grounding him and pushing his face towards the floor. Rumor felt his cheek hit something soft, wondering vaguely when Nikolai had placed the cushion down.

“Relax,” Nikolai commanded softly, his voice soothing even as the anticipation built. “You’ll take it. You’ll take all of me.”

Rumor’s breath hitched as the first finger slipped inside him, the stretch and burn making his entire body tremble. The ropes held him in place, preventing him from moving as Nikolai worked him open slowly, methodically. One finger turned into two, and with each thrust, Rumor felt the tension building inside him, coiling tighter and tighter until he was sure he couldn’t take any more.

But Nikolai knew just how far to push him. Just when Rumor thought he was going to fall apart, Nikolai’s fingers slipped out, leaving him empty and wanting.

“Good boy,” Nikolai praised again, and Rumor swore the words alone were enough to make him want to come. But Nikolai wasn’t finished yet.

A rustle of fabric, the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone, and then Rumor felt the heat of Nikolai’s body pressing against his back. The man’s cock, slick with lube, nudged at his entrance, and Rumor’s entire body tensed in anticipation.

Nikolai’s hand came down on Rumor’s shoulder, squeezing just enough to remind him to relax. “You’ll take it,” Nikolai whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “I want to hear you moan for me.”

And with that, Nikolai pushed inside, slow and steady, until he was buried to the hilt. The stretch was overwhelming, the fullness almost too much, but Rumor’s body responded instinctively, his hips arching back despite the tight bindings.

The gag muffled Rumor’s cries, but they were still loud enough to be heard over the low thrum of the club’s music. Nikolai set a slow, punishing pace, each thrust deep and deliberate, dragging out every ounce of pleasure and leaving Rumor teetering on the edge.

“You feel so good like this,” Nikolai growled, his breath hot against Rumor’s ear. His hands gripped Rumor’s hips, pulling him back onto his cock with each thrust, pushing him further into submission.

Rumor could feel himself unraveling, the pleasure too much to contain. His entire body trembled as the vibrations of Nikolai’s control seeped into him, making it impossible to focus on anything other than the man inside him, the ropes that held him captive, and the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him.

But just as he felt himself reaching the point of no return, Nikolai pulled back, leaving him on the precipice, panting and desperate. A hand slipping up to tug at the gag, pulling it free. 

Rumor gasped for air, his lips swollen from the gag, his voice hoarse with need. “Please,” he choked out, barely able to form the words. “Please let me come.”

Nikolai smirked, his thumb brushing over Rumor’s parted lips. “Soon,” he promised, his voice dark with satisfaction. “But first, I want to hear your body beg for it.”

As Rumor's body trembled with the strain of holding back, every muscle tight, every breath shaky, Nikolai finally allowed the last bit of mercy. With a dark growl, he thrust into Rumor one last time, hard and deep, burying himself fully inside him. Rumor's cries filled the air as the sensation overwhelmed him, the deep, intimate pressure sending him spiraling.

Nikolai’s hand gripped Rumor’s hip tightly as he came, releasing inside him with a possessive groan, his body shuddering with the intensity of it. Rumor’s legs felt like jelly, his entire body wracked with the raw force of Nikolai’s release inside him. It was a claiming in every sense, and Rumor could feel it, warm and slick, filling him completely.

Even as Nikolai slowed, his breath heavy against Rumor’s neck, the dominant energy never left. He took his time, pulling back carefully, leaving Rumor feeling empty and desperate. Rumor whimpered at the loss, his hips instinctively rocking back, chasing that feeling of fullness. 

But Nikolai wasn’t done with him yet.

The plug, cold against Rumor's flushed skin, was swiftly and deliberately inserted, sealing Nikolai’s release inside him. The sensation made Rumor gasp, his hips instinctively twitching against the restraints.

“You’ll hold that for me,” Nikolai said with a satisfied smirk, his voice firm and commanding. “No spilling a drop. To remind you of who you belong to.”

Rumor let out a groan, his mind hazy with submission and the remnants of pleasure as Nikolai slowly pressed the plug inside him. It wasn’t as large as Nikolai himself had been, but the sensation of being filled again, even after the intense session, was almost too much. His body trembled as the plug slid in fully, locking into place with a satisfying slick noise.

Nikolai gave the base of the plug a soft tap, eliciting a soft cry from Rumor, who was still panting heavily. The sensation of the plug pressing against his sensitive insides, combined with the ropes still keeping him bound and helpless, left him aching for more, yet unable to ask for it.

“There,” Nikolai said, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he stood back to admire his work. “That’ll keep you in line until I decide I’m ready for you again.”

Nikolai’s hands trailed over Rumor’s trembling body, his touch gentle now, almost reverent. He adjusted the ropes slightly, ensuring they weren’t too tight, his fingers lingering on the places where Rumor’s skin had reddened from the bindings.

“You did well, malen'kiy,” Nikolai murmured, his voice soft now, soothing in the aftermath of their intense session. He pressed a kiss to the back of Rumor’s neck, a rare display of affection. “You pleased me tonight.”

Rumor, still blindfolded, could only nod weakly in response, his body spent but his heart racing with the quiet praise. The tightness of the plug inside him, keeping Nikolai’s release locked within, was a As the intensity of the scene faded, Nikolai held Rumor close, the dominant edge in his demeanor softening. With a careful hand, he untied the last of the ropes that had bound Rumor, gently easing his limbs free. Rumor’s body trembled as the sensation of release from the restraints coursed through him, his muscles aching but content. The blindfold was the last to go, and as the soft cloth fell away, Rumor blinked into the dim light, eyes still hazy.

“There you are,” Nikolai murmured, his voice low and soothing now, lacking the harshness from before. He brushed his fingers through Rumor’s hair, massaging the base of his neck where the strain of the ropes had left its mark. “You did well, malen'kiy.”

Rumor leaned into the touch, still catching his breath, his head resting against Nikolai's chest. He felt the warmth of Nikolai’s body radiating into him, the strength and solid presence grounding him after the intensity of their play. A soft hum escaped Rumor's lips, a quiet expression of contentment.

With practiced care, Nikolai reached down to check the plug still nestled inside Rumor, giving it a gentle tug to ensure it was snug but not uncomfortable. The sensation made Rumor squirm slightly, but it was more out of lingering sensitivity than any real discomfort. Nikolai chuckled, pressing a kiss to Rumor's temple.

“Good boy,” he whispered, pulling him into a tighter embrace. “Let’s get you comfortable.”

Nikolai shifted them both, adjusting so Rumor was laying more comfortably against him, propped up in his lap. With a tender hand, he began massaging Rumor's sore muscles, easing the tension out of his arms and legs. His touch was firm but gentle, working through the knots that had formed during their session. Rumor relaxed further, the aftercare lulling him into a quiet, peaceful state.

“Do you need anything?” Nikolai asked softly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along Rumor's back. “Water? Something to eat?”

Rumor shook his head slowly, too content and exhausted to form words. He nuzzled closer to Nikolai, feeling the steady beat of his heart against his cheek, the rhythm soothing. For a long moment, they simply existed together in the quiet, the bond between them deepening through the simple act of care.

Nikolai continued his soft ministrations, taking his time, ensuring Rumor felt every bit of the tenderness he offered. When he was sure Rumor was fully settled, he shifted them both onto the nearby couch, wrapping a soft blanket around the smaller man and pulling him close.

“There we go,” Nikolai whispered, tucking Rumor against him as he reclined. “You’re safe, kotik.”

Rumor sighed softly, his eyelids heavy, feeling completely secure in Nikolai's arms. The intensity of their earlier play had given way to this quiet, intimate moment, and it was everything Rumor needed. He knew that, with Nikolai, he was always safe, always cared for—no matter how rough things got, this was the softness he could always return to.

As the warmth of Nikolai’s embrace surrounded him, Rumor let himself drift into the comfortable haze of aftercare, knowing that in this moment, nothing else mattered but the safety and love between them.

[littlelalu]

Unplanned Encounters | Milo Manheim (Part 1)

Note: Hello, I want to thank everyone who has been reading / liking my posts. I am glad some people actually like my weird fan fiction ideas lol

This first part is mainly Fluff. The second part will be the naughty stuff ;) which will be posted tonight or tomorrow.

Warning, some cussing.

Y/N = Your Name

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I hadn't planned to be home this early, but my boss let my department get off early due to work being slow. I didn't mention it to my boyfriend, Michael, because I wanted to surprise him. He has been busy working late nights, and haven't had much time together. I already planned on going out for dinner and a movie with him.

As I stepped inside. I heard laughter coming from our room down the hall, then a woman's voice. I froze. I started to panic as I walked closer to our bedroom. Door was closed. My hand was shaking as I reached for the doorknob to open the door.

I saw Michael and some girl in our bed. They both turned to look at me. I was in shock, speechless. I didn't even cry, yet. I turned and ran out, ignoring his pleas to “wait for him” and to “hear him out”. My vision blurred as I ran to my car. I turned the key in the ignition and began driving. The steering wheel felt cold under my grip as I drove around the city. My tears streamed down my cheeks. I didn't know where I was going, but I can't be here right now.

After driving around for an hour, I pulled into a bar across town. I turned off my car and sat there for a while. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone buzzing. I saw his name flashed across the screen. I ignored it and put my phone on mute.

I got out of my car and began walking towards the bar. As I pushed the bar door open, I noticed there were not a lot of people in here. Mostly everyone is either playing pool, arcade games, or with a group of friends. The bar itself was empty. I decided to sit towards the end side of the bar.

The bartender walked over to me.

“Hey. What kind of drink do you want?” He asked nicely.

I gave him a weak smile. “Can I have Long Island Iced Tea?” I asked softly.

He gave me a sympathetic smile like he knew what happened. He quickly made it for me.

“Thank you,” I said.

“No problem. Let me know if you need anything else.

I probably shouldn't be drinking right now, but I did need a little distraction. How could he do this to me? 2 years down the drain like that. I took a long sip of my drink, feeling the taste of the liquor burn my throat.

In the corner of my eye, I could see someone sitting two stools away from me. I didn't want to look up.

“Rough night?” A soft voice asked.

I looked over at the person sitting next to me.He was tall, had short curly or wavy dark hair that was slightly messy. I felt like I had seen him before but my mind is too tired to think. I nodded to his question. I looked down at my drink again.

“Wanna talk about?” He asked. Not in a pushy way, he was genuinely concerned.

I took a deep breath first. “I caught my boyfriend cheating on me. I was released early from work and wanted to surprise him. Little did I know he had a surprise for me.” I said sarcastically, while signaling the bartender to make me another one. I guess the alcohol was helping me now.

“Oh shit… I’m sorry. “

“It’s not your fault.” I said. The bartender brought my drink and I took a sip of it. “I just feel so stupid for trusting him for 2 years. Makes me wonder if there were other women.”

He put his hand on my shoulder. “Hey, love can blind you. Don’t be hard on yourself. You did nothing wrong. He fucked up by letting you go.”

I looked up at him, and smiled. He seemed sweet and caring. “Sorry," he said as he removed his hand.

“No, it's fine. I am sorry. I don’t even know why I am telling you this.”

“Well sometimes it's easier talking to a stranger at a bar. It makes it less complicated for you, "he joked.

“Yeah… I guess you're right”

“Im Milo”

“Milo…” I repeated and thought about that name. Wait. Holy shit . “As in… Milo Manheim?” No wonder he looked so familiar.

He laughed. “Yeah. That’s me. What's your name?”

“Y/N” I extended my hand. “Nice to meet you”

His soft and warm hands shook my hand. “Nice to meet you, too.” He paused, then added “Are you feeling a little better?”

“Honestly, Milo… “I said “I am still hurt about the situation, but I feel more calm now.” I felt relaxed. Not sure if it was because of the alcohol or because something about Milos presence was comforting.

“That’s great to hear. You looked very sad when you got here. Now you have the most beautiful smile on you”

I blushed. “ Well, all thanks to you for being with me tonight.”

He chuckled. “Anytime.”

“What are you even doing here in Texas? I never imagined you being here”

“Well, I am taking a break from my chaotic life before I go and film soon. My best friend, Mason, is supposed to meet me in a couple of days. He's driving from Cali”

“Sounds like someone is going to have some fun” I said playfully wiggling my eyebrows at him.

He laughed “Yeah we are, but I honestly am having fun talking to you right now.”

I smiled at him.

“So… are you going back to your apartment?” He asked.

“Hell no. I do not want to be near there for a while.”

He nodded “I understand. How about a friend you could stay with?

I can't remember if my best friend is working tonight. “I have my best friend, but she lives almost an hour away. I may just get a hotel for the night.”

“Well… I actually have an extra bed for now in my hotel room. It’s Masons, but he won't be here yet. You can take it if you want. I know we just met, but I don’t mind helping you. You had a rough night already.”

I looked at him surprised. “Are you sure? Aren't you scared that I may murder you?” I playfully joked.

“Oh god.. Haha. No, I trust you already.”

“I'll take your offer. I can't drive though. I had 3 drinks already and I'm tipsy. Can you drive?”

“Really? You aren’t scared that I will kill us both?” He said, mocking my comment from earlier.

“Hahaha” I said sarcastically and gave him my keys.

“Are you ready to go? It's getting close to 10.”

“Yuppp.” I got up and began walking, but stumbled slightly.

“I got you,” Milo said. He put it around me as we walked out. He was helping me walk straight.

He clicked the unlock button on my keys and saw a small car in the middle of the parking law turn its lights on. He walked me to my car, opened the passenger door and helped me get in. He quickly walked to the drivers side and got in. I grabbed my phone I had left and turned it on. Over 100 missed calls and over 200 messages from Michael. I gasped.

“Everything okay?” He asked, concerned again.

I showed him my phone. “Is this him?”

I nodded.

“Put your phone on Do Not Disturb. Don’t let him ruin your night again.” He said in a serious tone.

“You’re right…” I managed to say. I set my phone to dnd.

“Good. Now we can enjoy the night.”

He put the address to his hotel on my phone and began to drive. He also clicked my Spotify account to play some music for us. Milo and I talked a bit more about each other's lives, which were very different. Yet he was the most down to earth guy I have ever met.

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NOTE: Keep an eye out for the 2nd part ;)

[ellen-m-ichiban81]

A little alcohol fuelled Joseph smut. Also features a little alcohol fuelled erectile dysfunction. Only temporary, mind!

18+, oral sex fem receiving, fingering, penetrative sex (protected).

You both tumbled through the hotel room door, high on lust and bourbon, tearing at each other's clothes in a frenzy of tipsy need, Joseph's mouth in yours in a searingly passionate kiss. You couldn't feel that he was hard quite yet, but you were confident it would happen pretty shortly.

On the bed, both of you naked now, you ran your hands over Joseph's bare chest, drinking in the sight of his hungry eyes ogling you.

Unknown to you, Joseph was a little worried that he wasn't hard yet. He definitely, absolutely wanted you, but his cock wasn't quite getting the memo. Had to be the drink. Reaching down, he stroked himself, willing his manhood to play catch up with his desire fogged mind.

So, he decided to give you pleasure. Surely that would work.

When Joseph's thumb brushed across your clit, you jerked against him, a low, helpless moan escaping you, and he rested his free hand on his head to gaze down at you, a smile tugging at his lips.

With deliberate agonizing slowness, he slid his index finger into you, his breath catching in his throat when he felt just how aroused you were.

‘So wet, sweetheart.’ He whispered, awestruck. ‘For me?’

You nodded eagerly, trying to arch up against him again, but he shushed you. Christ, you were so responsive, wanted him so badly. It was empowering, to say the least-he just wished his equipment would get the message.

‘Easy.’ He murmured against your hair, easing you back down onto the bed. ‘This is for you, love. Not me. I can wait.’

Experimentally, he pulled his finger out, then thrust it back in, and you again arched up. You felt so close to the edge already.

Okay, then. He’d take you over that edge if you wanted.

A second finger filled you, stretched you, and Joseph let out a low moan of his own when he felt your muscles twitch around him, and there again, he felt that primitive side raise its head, that wished it were inside you, claiming you.

There was another stir below his waist, and finally, he started to harden, a little at least. Well, it was a start. Encouraged, he started to move his fingers in and out of you, your core getting wetter and wetter with every flex of his digits. He watched you grit your teeth, your eyes squeezing shut, and he disengaged his hand from his head, laying across you to cup your face.

‘Look at me.’ He barely recognised his own voice; it seemed to have dropped an octave, to a low growl. ‘Babe, look at me.’

As soon as your eyes fluttered open, he increased the speed of his fingers, pumping in, out, in…his breathing quickening as he felt you squeeze his hand and god, his name coming from someone else’s mouth had never sounded so urgent and beautiful and your spine curved and your toes curled as you shattered around his fingers.

But he wasn’t done. Oh no. That was not going to be your only orgasm tonight, he would make sure of it.

You were panting, hair clinging to your damp face, skin glistening, and still his fingers worked you through your climax as you moaned and sighed, not giving you a chance to fall into afterglow.

You were still wet, still throbbing…and he wanted to taste you.

As Joseph parted your thighs further with his other hand, and slid down the length of your body so his face was level with your pelvis, he gazed up at you; you had just about managed to lift your head off the pillow and you were staring back at him in wonder.

‘Can I?’

You had to be in no doubt as to what he was asking you he could do, and your eyes widened. He was still fingering you, your juices continuously leaking onto his hand. He was confident he could make you come again.

A faint nod was the only assent he needed, and he went straight to work, parting your folds with his fingers, and with one finger still inside you, he flicked the tip of his tongue around your clit.

The effect was instant; you cried out his name and bucked up like you were about to levitate off the bed.

He knew you had to still be sensitive after your first orgasm, and he stroked your thigh.

‘Easy, Y/N.’ He soothed. ‘It’s ok. Let me do this.’

After a moment, you eased back down onto the sheets, and he resumed his efforts, circling your still swollen nub with his tongue, then sucking it into his mouth, his finger still stroking you. Dimly, he felt you reach for him, your hands grabbing his head, tugging at his hair. He grunted at the slight pain, then rerouted your hands to his shoulders and gripped at them, as you arched up again, a low, primal keening noise coming from you.

And somehow, that brought Joseph to full arousal, and he groaned around your mound as he stroked himself with one hand. But not too much; no, he was saving this arousal, saving it for the moment when he started bringing you close to that edge again.

He needed to be inside you.

Removing his finger, he plunged his tongue into you, tasting your musk, sucking on your clit mercilessly, as you writhed underneath him, pleading with him, and he could feel your walls start to pulse again, another climax building…

And he pulled away.

‘N-No…’ You looked dazed, incredulous. ‘Please, Joseph…no….don’t stop. No.’

And then your gaze dropped, and you saw. And with an eagerness that nearly drove him over the damn edge before he could do anything, your hand drifted down to touch him, and he twitched involuntarily.

He couldn’t wait.

Raising himself up on his elbows, trembling helplessly now because he was suddenly so erect he could feel himself leaking, he grabbed a condom from the pocket of his discarded jeans, suited up, then placed himself between your thighs, nudging at your opening.

But even though he was losing the battle with his self-control by the second, he still needed that final consent.

‘Are you sure?’

And you actually rolled your eyes at him!

‘For heaven’s sake, Joseph, yes! Please, I need…’

That sentence trailed off with a curse and a piercing cry of pleasure as Joseph buried himself inside you.

Stunned for a moment, he could only stare wide-eyed at their joined bodies, then groaned low in his throat, when you started to move.

Rolling his hips, Joseph turned both of your bodies over so you were on top. He was feverish with lust now, wanting desperately to just fuck you into oblivion. But he was giving you control.

'Ride me, love.' He grunted. 'Fucking take me.'

You obeyed immediately, beginning to bounce on his shaft as Joseph's hands came up to cup your breasts, fingers playing with your nipples, bodies slapping together in a dance that was already rapidly losing rhythm.

'Joe...oh fuck, Joe, you feel so good.' Your head was thrown back, hands on his chest for grounding, and he had never seen anything so uninhibited and erotic. His hips rutted up to meet every tilt of yours, moans and groans getting louder and louder.

'I'm close, love.' His fingers had moved from your breasts and were now digging into the soft flesh of your hips. 'Gonna cum. Need you to cum for me.'

You were nearing that edge, whining and whimpering his name, and he reached down with one hand, fingers rubbing furiously at your clit until your pussy clenched down hard and you cried out for him as another orgasm ripped through you.

Joseph was fucking up into you frantically now, all reason and coherent thought thrown out the window as he chased his own pleasure, finally letting out a long, loud groan as he spilled hot into the condom, then sighed as you collapsed against him.

He cradled you to him, marvelling at the fact that what had started out looking like a stiffy free evening, had culminated in some of the most mind blowing sex he'd ever had.

'Are you alright?' He asked quietly, feeling tired but utterly sated.

You looked up at him, looking as tired and utterly sated as he felt.

'I can do a lot better than alright ' You murmured. 'That was fucking amazing, Joe. You're amazing. I love you.'

'Love you too, sweetheart.'

And sleep claimed them both.

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Today, for the first time in my life, I came soooo close to getting bitten by a dog that it rattled me.

NOT one of my dogs, let me be clear. The next door neighbors at Mom’s house has two dogs they let run loose.

One dog, a large poodle, I’ve managed to play with a few times. It wants to be petted put it’s like it is being torn between their companion and their instinct. When the other dog isn’t around it’s incredibly friendly.

The other…

Well, the other is a great dane with an attitude problem. It’s beyond skittish and seems to think my yard is their yard. I sit on the porch or work on the yard and it hovers nearby barking furiously.

Now until now it’s been barking, but I had made a few solid stabs at befriending it. It’s a bit tricky, since if you move at all it will jump and start barking. I’d been doing this thing where I stay very still and put my hand out for the dog “ask” to be petted by bumping it onto their head. I admit it’s tough sitting still when a dog that has a head as big as yours is at face level, and you have no idea if it’s going start barking , but I figured it would pay off

Up until now I worried about the dog’s safety. A dog running lose through town might be in danger normally, but such a big and high strung dog might scare people into targeting it. Locals have killed many a “scary” dog. When I was little folks always let their dogs run lose, and someone poisoned a great dane I was friends with because he scared them. The back then dog was a total sweet heart that never barked in his life and let a preschooler ride his back…but this dog isn’t like that. This dog acts like he owns the world and barks at everyone, charging at people on bicycles' and so forth. Scare the wrong person and he’s a dead dog.

Until today I assumed he was mostly all bark, and though he theoretically dangerous when scared , if you stayed calm you would be safe. After today….

I was at the mailbox when I saw the two dogs running full tilt towards me. They weren’t coming from their home, but the one across the way. They have recently taken to going there and tormenting the hunting dogs they have, and you can imagine how that is going over.

I sighed and said “you guys need to stop going there”, as if they would listen. I put my hand out to the poodle but didn’t otherwise move, so as to not worry the great dane. I didn’t even turn my head because he startles so easily.

He barked.

“It’s okay.” I said as quietly as I could.

He jumped back. He barked even louder.

He growled.

He growled louder.

He lunged.

I moved fast to put my arm between us. I figured better he bit my lower arm with the two layers of sweatshirts on than my torso!

“NO!” I shouted.

He took a step back.

He growled. He snapped at me.

“STOP!” I tried.

And with that he ran back to his yard, barking at me furiously.

The poor poodle looked confused. She looked at me, licked my hand, looked at him, ran half way, ran back to me, then back to him…

Yeah, well I’m confused too. I have never hurt or threatened the great dane. I’m in my own yard. I’ve tried staying still and being quiet and any other trick I can think of to befriend it. I honestly have no idea what I can do to keep from riling the beastie.

Honestly, my heart was really pounding. I think for a little the dog would have bitten me and I don’t even know why.

Tonight I have been trying to sculpt a dragon but it keeps looking more like Scooby Doo. Coincidence?

[alvisiscrazy]

demon of the night (pt. 7)

TW-blood play, cursing, sex talk, drugs

summary- a cook for Elvis comes to realize he is really more to what we know, he is something outta this world like a book or a fairytale.

I woken up with a need to vomit I rushed to the bathroom throwing up everything I ate yesterday I hopefully I’m not sick. After that I had passed out again I was tired from last night… I woke up to someone calling my name “Y/n” “Y/n” It was Kat “Jeez girl are you okay” I sat up “Yea um” I had gotten a horrible cough “Are you sick or something?” She asked “I think I don’t know I woke up this morning feeling horrible” I said grabbing the bottle of water now chugging it “Do you think you should go to the doctor?” She said “Maybe let me shower that should help” I gotten in the shower hoping my cough would go away I shouldn’t be feeling this way right now… I made it to the doctor with Kat I guess I have a cold “I don’t understand how I gotten sick overnight like this” “The hotel air isn’t good you know that” Kat said “Right I bet they barely clean the vents” I said, We went to the store to pick up a few things for my cold and headed back to the hotel “Thanks for taking me today” I said "No problem" She said "You need to tell Elvis you can't work today" "I'll have to suck it up I have to work that's what I came here for" I said Kat shook her head "I'll do it then" She gotten up making her out the door before I could even blink one thing about Kat was she could always get what she wanted. I gotten up going to the penthouse it shouldn't take this long as I gotten off the elevator I heard loud music from the penthouse "God a party" I said I opened the two doors seeing Kat talking to Jerry till she saw me I stood there looking at from across the room till she came running to me "Elvis said you can have off as long as you want so thank me, and sorry I gotten wrapped into my little chat" She said smiling "Well I won't stop you go on I'm going back to lay down have fun and don't get to crazy" I said turning to the door now running into Elvis the one I wanted to aiovd today "Well haven't heard from you all day why?" He said with a curious look "I've been sick" I said "Well I should have heard from you instead of her" He said "She ran out the door before I could say anything, but she's having a good time so i'll be leaving now" I said walking out the door I really didn't want to see his face I needed to get my thoughts under control because last night was a mess the words he said stil huanted me "I know you couldn't resist me no one can" It really made me get turned off like a whole other side came out of him made me not have a tiny crush on him between me being sick and Elvis it was enough to drive me insane. I woken up it was dark now Kat was still gone I felt worse then ealier so I took my medicine and laid down again.... The door had flew open "Hey she's had a enough to drink get her to bed" Jerry said I sighed "I can't watch her tonight mind if you do it?" I asked "I can't the guys and I are going out again maybe when I get back" Jerry said laying her on the bed "Okay whatever it's alright" I said getting up closing the door behind him I was so annoyed usally I wouldn't mind but I am sick did everyone suddenly they all forgot I was really upset... I went to sleep I was drained from today... I woke up to Kat on the phone "What time is it" I said "Its 7 in the morning" She said "Who is that?" I asked "It's Jerry they just gotten back" She said I was still upset on how they left me to deal with Kat in her drunk stage I wanted to have a word with Elvis without losing my mind "Can you hang up" I said "Yeah okay well Jerry i'll see you later on and yes I'll be at the show tonight" She said and ended the line "I'm really upset and how they left me to deal with you last night not mad at you just them I am laying here sick right and Jerry and the guys think I'm a babysitting or something" I said ranting " I'd be pissed and sorry for getting drunk they all told me you wouldn't mind" Kat said "Who?" I said sitting up

"I'm not mad at you it's the fact that they dumped you on me while I was on my deathbed last night if I wasn't sick I wouldn't have mind" I said "Well go tell Elvis before he falls asleep" She said I gotten up putting on my robe “Hopefully it doesn’t goes wrong I just wanna tell him how I feel" I said walking out the door I gotten up to the penthouse opening the doors going into his room as I walked in he in the bed watching tv "I came up here to talk to you" I said standing in the doorway "What seems to be the problem now huh" He said "Well I don't like how you guys left me to watch Kat knowing I'm sick" I said crossing my arms "Well she is your friend right?" He said with a moody tone "Still isn't cool" I said "Well do you want me to say sorry or something" He said "I don't like how you are talking to me right now" I said "Well then leave" He said sitting up "Go I don't care coming in here speaking to me anyway you want damnit" He said "Fine, I won't speak to you" I said walking out "Walk out just like you always do" I stopped in my tracks "Go back to be being a asshole I like that guy way more" I said slamming the penthouse doors "He what " Kat said “I am done with all this and Elvis he is driving me crazy" I said

"Don't let him get to you, you only work for him right do that" She said I nod "Just work for him only okay, I'lI see you later tho and come to the show wear something sexy" Kat said "If I feel better" I said with a frown..... The day had flew by and I decided that I was going to the show I put on a white dress that was see-through and my platform heels I looked cute, I had met Kat and Jerry for dinner while we waiting "You two ladies wanna see the backstage were it goes down" Jerry asked "Yes, let's go" I felt like I was third wheeling "Is Elvis here" She asked "He is getting ready in the dressing room” "Can I go talk to him?" I said "If you want" Jerry said we following him to the dressing room “Here it is” He knocked on the door I was so nervous to face him after this morning but I sucked it up “Who is it?” I heard Elvis say “It’s me Jerry I have guest for you” He said Jerry opened the door And led me in the dressing room it had a couch and a back room and that seemed to be the bathroom “He should be out soon” He whispered and walked out closing the door behind him, I waited on Elvis come out and he looked good his body looked amazing in that suit he had cleared his throat “What- are you feeling better?” He asked “I’m fine” I said “Good, now what is it you wanted” He asked “I came to apologize for this morning I didn’t mean to come off as rude I just wanted to express myself” I said with guilt it was really rude of me to do that after all he is my boss “No worries” He said it was still a little patchy from the other night “Well I guess I’ll be going now see you after the show” I said standing up “I like that dress honey, it fits you well” He spoke up he was curious on what she had under it “Thank you” She walks out and joins Kat and Jerry again with the little tour. They got their seats for the show "So Y/n I need to say something" Kat said I turned to her "Why do you resist him Jerry told me Elvis is kinda in love with you or something he talks about you a lot" She said "What? me and him are friends" I said "I don't believe you" She said "You don't have to" I said "Just do it Y/n what's stopping you" I was scared that I might get hurt again "I don't want to get hurt okay just- just let it go" I said turning to watch the show "I think he looks good up there" She said I didn't say anything but he looked like an angel up there I still couldn't process he was between by legs the other day I felt this burning in between my legs just by thinking of it why did I tell him to stop? After the show we made our way backstage I stood there watching everyone hovering over Elvis "I think there's a other party are you coming?" Kat asked "No I'm going to head to my room" I said "Well I'll come back stay the night if you want" "Not tonight I want to be alone" I said I needed to get my mind right I waved goobye and went to my room....

Elvis was looking around for Y/n after everyone walked off "She went to her room, I don't think she's feeling well" I heard Kat say "Boss, go talk to her" Jerry said "We both know you two have something for each other you can just hide it well y/n she can't" Kat said He nods "Tell her how you feel boss" He was going to tell her he went to his dressing room to shower he would join the party after he went to check on Y/n I was just watching tv when I heard a knock at the door I opened it to see Elvis standing in front of me "Why are you here?" I asked looking up at him "I wanted to talk to you" I sighed to myself "Well let's talk" She let him come in "So?" I said "I have feelings for you" He said it he really said it "How can you be so sure?" She asked "Everytime I'm around you I feel like a diffrent person Y/n you make me happy" He said I was shocked by this "I- I don't know what to say" I said "You don't feel the same way I get it" He said "I didn't say that I do like you yes but I am just scared of loving again" I said he got quiet "But I will be willing to try" He looked up and smiled at her "Good that's good honey!"

He smiled “Go on and enjoy your party we can talk more tomorrow okay” I said He nods before he leaves he gives me a hug “Goodnight y/n” He said “Night” I said closing the door behind him, Kat had got back in the dawn morning hours waking me up in the process “Kat! It’s to early for this” I said pulling the blanket over my head “I’m not drunk I had sex.” I pulled the blanket off “What?” I said “Jerry and I snuck out the party to go have sex” She said giggling to herself “Just please be careful okay I don’t want anything bad to happen to you” I said “Oh please I know why Elvis came in here last night” She smirked “No! We just talked” I said sitting up “Oh sure” She rolled her eyes “Well I’m starving let’s go eat” Kat had gotten me outta bed “Come on let’s not sleep the day away I feel great” She said something was off about her i couldn’t figure it out yet maybe because I haven’t seen the sober side of yet, We gotten down to the lobby walking into the cafe running into Elvis which basically confused his “love” for me or something my brain was still fuzzy “Oh look” She pointed “Don’t please I don’t wanna think about him right now okay” I said “We should sit with them why not” We gotten our food right as I walked to my original table she pulled me like a lost child in the candy store, “Morning you two” Kat said while siting down and of course I couldn’t just leave so i sat beside her looking at the people walking by “So everyone had a good night? I know I did” She plays with Jerry’s arm and he does the same I couldn’t take this madness I ate my food in silence till Kat started acting like a child “So um- y/n why are so quiet” she tapped my thigh “It’s to early to be up Kat remember you woke me up” I said rolling my eyes at her “Oh she gets upset now” Elvis and Jerry started to chuckle I didn’t say anything it was to early to get upset the day had barely begun “You know y/n if you say who you wanted you could have him” Jerry taps Elvis I mean mugged Jerry “I wouldn’t take advice from you ever so leave it be thank you” I said now getting up “It’s been fun my fellow friends but I have to go” I said “Go where ?” Kat asked “Away from you to little bugs”

After an hour or so I went to kitchen to see if Elvis ordered anything he did a sandwich or two I made that and went up with my cleaning cart, I opened the two doors to see Kat and Jerry making out on the couch “Get a room!” I yelled I had left the sandwich’s on the table and I started to clean the guest room Kat appeared out of no where “Hey! I was thinking we could go on a double date tonight if you don’t mind” “Can’t working” She rolled her eyes “Oh god you know Elvis would kill to have you in his arms” She said with a smirk “Maybe Kat” I said “Okay well let me know” She said walking out then Elvis came in god I can’t focus in here today “Sorry to bother you but l almost stepped in glass in the living room” “What? Where” I followed him “I don’t see anything” He took my cleaning rag from me while Kat and Jerry watched “What the heck” I said “You need a break sometimes” He said “I’ve had breaks many breaks this week okay just let me be!” I snapped everyone was pissing me off “Okay okay” He handed it back “She doesn’t wanna to be bothered you two let her be” He said “Whatever you say boss” Kat said with a giggle “What am I missing ? someone please say it” Kat looked at me “Well how do we tell her ?” She said I stood with my arms crossed “What! Tell me or else I’m going back to cleaning” I said “Jerry and I are getting married” Oh what the hell “Married?” I laughed at the thought “You just met” I said “So you just met Elvis ? What’s the difference” She said “I worked for him for three years now me and Elvis aren’t getting married no time soon but you to?” “I said the same thing Y/n” Elvis said “So are you two serious?” I said “Yes look” She held up her ring finger “One day of sex and your getting married” I said “Some people just know Y/n I don’t understand how you won’t give it up to Elvis” Jerry said “Yea I agree you both have a thing or something for each other” Elvis and I looked each other and laughed “So what! I’m into her yes but I wanna get to understand her more isn’t just always sex” He said “Oh please you had whores in and out of here before what changed boss?” Jerry said “Because of Y/n” He said “Exactly! I wanna understand him to not just having sex, I’m leaving this conversation now” I said going back into the guest room, I finished cleaning up now going back to join their conversation “Back in the 50’s Elvis used to a dog him and Tom” Jerry said “I know! my friends would go crazy” I said sitting down on the couch “I thought you didn’t like him then” Kat said “I didn’t really wasn’t really my taste back then” I looked at Kat “Can you even name a song ?” she said “Um- I need to think there’s so many in my brain um- if I can dream was the only I can think of” I said she frowned at me "Oh god, how can you like this man and not listen to his music" She said "I don't mind if she doesn't" Elvis said "See, thank you Elvis" I said..... I went back to my room taking a shower I went back to sleep for a few hours... "Wake up" Kat said "What- what time is it" I said sitting up "It's 3" She said “Well give me a second okay” I said getting out of bed “We are going out tonight” She said “I’m not in the mood” I said with a frown “Why not?” She asked “Because I want to relax”

“So boring I thought we’d have a double date tonight at one of those clubs” She said “Okay fine jeez I can never get one day to relax” I said “Complain later get your ass in the shower” I took a shower I had picked out a black mini skirt with a crop top “I like this little dark era of yours” Kat said “What do you mean ?” I said “I don’t know you seem darker in a way” I nod at her answer “I guess, I just can’t believe you are getting married” I said “I know ugh I’m so excited!” She said giggling “I just wish you could have got to know him more Kat I don’t wanna see you hurt in anyway” I said “Look don’t worry about it! I’ll be fine” She said, We had made our way to the lobby to meet up with Elvis and Jerry who was at the bar “It’s to early to be drinking” I said “Do you always have to complain ?” Jerry said “Do you always have to be a dick ?” I said crossing my arms “Oh she’s a feisty one!” He said looking at Elvis “Can we get on with this thing!” I said, We got to the limo I sat by the window I really didn’t feel like dealing with anybody today! But Kat gave me no choice We got to the club a little early but I sat by Elvis who seemed to be out of it to “I was thinking we could get married in New York it’s always been one of my dreams” Kat said taking a sip of her drink “I’d like that” Jerry said “What’s up with you two?” She asked “Nothing” I looked at Elvis “I need to use the bathroom” I said “Me to” He said we both got up and headed to the bathroom “You didn’t really have to go?” He asked “No I can’t deal with her right now” I said “I have a way to get out of here” Elvis said “And what’s that?” I asked “Just be ready!” Of course he wouldn’t tell me we went back to the table I felt his hand touch my thigh “I think me and Y/n want to leave for the night” He winked at me “Oh I see were this is going!” Kat said “Me to” Jerry said “Oh hell! You both can be all cuddly but we can’t ?” I said “It’s just all awkward when you both do it” Kat said “No it’s not!” I said “Okay whatever!” She said “Have fun” We got out her hairs finally We made it outside “I’ll send a limo for them later on” He said We got into the limo “So uh- sorry if that was awkward” Elvis said “It’s not you it’s them making it awkward” I said looking at him “But we could go somewhere else if you’d like” I said “I know a spot but I want to drive” He said we got back to the hotel Elvis had a car parked outside and ready for us “Ready” He asked “Hopefully you’re a good driver” I said as he started the car “Do you know who I am” He had that cocky grin on his face “Elvis Presley” I mocked him “Your so going to regret that” He said I just rolled my eyes, We got to this spot in the Desert area somewhere but it had a nice cozy spot “So I’ve been thinking about the other Vampires you told me about” I turned to Elvis was who chewing on gum “I seen a few around lately but never face to face with them yet” He said “Was it you who killed those girls ?” I asked “No I get mine from the hospital but yes before we left Memphis that guy was a horrible person” He said I nod “Would you hurt me?” I asked “No I’m not out of control you haven’t seen that yet” He said “I’m not scared of you” I said “You should be” I know I should be scared of him but something was telling me not to “I’d let you drink from me again” I said turning to him he looked surprised “I thought you didn’t like it” He said “I did” I said “So do it” I said I was feeling bold tonight “I don’t want to over do it the first time was more then enough” He said “Not for me” I said “So do it” I said again he sighed “This is the last time” He said “Okay the last time then” thinking it wasn’t going to be he moved the hair from my neck “Tell me if it hurts okay” He said “Okay” I said looking straight ahead

I felt his breath on my neck I can tell he was nervous “You don’t have to be nervous Elvis” I said “I’m not” He said “So come on I’m waiting” I said he bit into my neck I moaned I wasn’t embarrassed “Does it hurt?” He asked “No” I said I felt the wetness dripping down my neck as I felt his tongue lick my neck clean “Alright let’s enough” He said “Why scared you might lose control” I said “Yes it’s happened before” He said “I lose control all the time with everything” I said “That’s two different things I don’t wanna hurt you or have you be afraid of me” He spoke “You won’t I trust you” He sighed again “This has to be the last time” He said “Okay okay” I said now letting the silence feel the air “I wanted you to be afraid of me” He said I turned to him again “Why” I asked “I like the thought of you being afraid of me” That changed everything! “Then I guess I can act like I’m afraid” I said “Isn’t the same thing” He said “Well make me afraid of you” And once again he had that cocky grin I looked down at his lips I saw my blood that was left on his lips I smiled to myself “I can’t be afraid of you” I said, I leaned in licking my blood from his lips “What are you doing ?” He asked as I leaned back into my sit “I wanted to try it” “You could have asked me” He rolled his eyes playfully “I didn’t want to” I said “Okay I see the game your playing here” He smiled “What game” I said “Look at that” He pointed to the sky I looked up just as he attacked my neck with kisses “Hey! You tricked me” I said “You did it first” He said laughing, After a while we both wanted to go back to the hotel “I had a good time tonight” I said “Me to” He said “Want to do again sometime when your free again” He has a couple of shows this week “Sure I’d love to honey” As we pulled into the hotel and parked he looked at me “Mind if I kiss you ?” He spoke softly “I don’t mind”

[as-written-by-mc]

#CanYouPt5

I yell out "In a minute" as I kiss you once more and you pull me close. Damn I love kissing you. The kiss started to get too deep until the knock on the door once more brought us back to earth. We straightened ourselves out and I cracked the door to see who was there. Thank God it was just someone needing to use the bathroom badly so he rushed passed us as we slid out and back to our seats. We got back in the nick of time because the waiter was just bringing back our meals. We enjoy our meal and debating on what dessert is going to be. "That slide of cake looks good with that scoop of their housemade vanilla...." You start to say while looking over at me and we lock eyes. I look you up and down and bite my lips. You shift a little debating on if you want to know what on my mind or if you would want to find out later. "I don't think they have anything I have a taste for here" I said sliding closer to you and brushing my hand across your thigh feeling him harden. You stare at me, I stare at you... Our waiter comes back and you ask for the check without breaking eye contact. You know I have that "oral fixation" addiction for you since we first met.

We fumble to the car in between ass slaps, mid step twerks and me licking the side of your ear. "You need to quit playing" you say whispering in my ear while i nibble on yours with my legs wrapped around you against the car. "Oooh fuck" I moan and arch my back against the window as i feel my straps slide down and your teeth and tongue double team my nipples. I'm moaning like crazy while trying to not cum when i feel your beard between my thighs and your tongue slide inside. "Mmmm this is way better then that cake baby" you mumble while picking me up and sliding me up higher. I bite TF out my lips and playing with my nipples while you suck my soul out of me. I'm seeing stars, purple bunnies running through orange fields and I start shaking shaking and crying when i feel you fingers touch my spot. "FUCK" I scream out as you suck my clit and massage my gspot. I feel myself about to cum and you slow down and stop. I'm breathing hard as hell and almost fall when you put my feet back on the ground."We gotta get home" you say with a slight grin and kiss me letting me taste myself on your lips. We get in the car and you pull off. I'm biting my lips and playing with myself while telling you to keep your eyes on the road. "Ima fuck you up when we get to the driveway" You say while pulling him out. I lean over and lick the tip making you jump.

"You know I never done this before..." I say popping the head in and out my mouth. "Can you show me how to do it" I say in between sucks. "Fuck.... Mmm hmm, just slide down..."

"Like this?" As I slide all of you in my mouth and gagging. "Shit... Yeah like that baby just like that" i felt that familiar bump in the road letting me know we was in the driveway so i went harder.

GAG....GAG...GAG...POP as i suck on you like you had the cure of what ails me. I pull you out and slap myself on the face and keep hitting the back of my throat and pulling you out letting a stream of spit trail from my mouth to the tip. All i hear is you moaning my name with a few "fucks, shits and damns" mixed in. You push my head down more and more and i feel you tense up. "Zaddy i wanna feel you cum all in my throat" as i hum with you in my throat. I hear you growl and moan loud AF as i swallow every drop of you.

FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK

I hear you moan as I keep going sucking EVERY DROP and not stopping making you hard again. I lick the tip when i pull you out and kiss him with a smile on my face. "Oh you tryna play tonight, come over here and get what you worked hard for!" you say as you tried to grab me but I hopped out the car and ran in the house with you right on my heels. I barely make it to the room as you pull the rest of my dress off me and push me against the wall. "Uh huh, don't run. Ain't this what you wanted" You say picking me up and sliding your head against my opening. "Oooooh" I moan as you slide in and give me some fast strokes. "Yeah this my first time doing this too." You say as you stroke me so good I'm mumbling. "Uh huh, uh huh, can't run now...." You groan and you fuck me in the air. You sit down and smack me on the ass. "Ride that dick" SMACK SMACK. "Ooohhh fuck..." I moan as i ride you. "Uh huh...You taking all this dick. *kisses me* Keep taking every inch and don't stop." Damn you know i love it when you talk to me. I feel myself about to lose it and you say the magic words... "Baby you about to cum?" I shake my head no knowing i was. "You not?" I shake my head no again trying to fight it. "mmmmhhhh that pussy saying its about to cum, cum all over zaddy dick" you say matching me and stroking me so good i open my mouth and nothing cums out. "Thats right, cum all over this dick"

I feel myself losing sense of time and start crying and cumming, cumming and crying. "Oooooh fuck zaddy" I scream cumming and slowing down. SMACK. "Don't stop keep riding" you moan while slow stroking me. "Ooooooh" i moan as i feel myself about to cum again. "Uh huh don't stop, don't you fucking stop" you say stroking me slow the way i like it rolling over to where I'm laying with my back on the bed....

[90frogsinatrenchcoat]

Just a little book I started my sophomore year of high school and never finished. Has potential but I can't get the motivation to actually do anything with her

            Chapter 1

        Thing's Were Changing

    Nathan had spent years here, It was his childhood home and he loved it- he loved his sisters and brothers. His memories weren't all good- especially with his father drunk and his mother never home, but he always managed to look at the bright side. He had countless fond memories of him and his siblings staying together at night, falling asleep in one big pile. He smiled as he thought back to those nights.. and grabbed his bags.

    He would be leaving tonight to start touring with an overnight sensation type of band. The type of band that had so much music, and all it took was one song on the radio to blow up. This band was named Night's Bane. They were a band of 5, each with their own physical appeal as well as an unusually large talent to look ratio. Nathan had been hired as a roadie, designated as both security and just plain help with stage duties, he would be living with these 5 people for the next year.. this was the next chapter of his life.

    Nathan took one last look around his home, stepped outside, and closed the door. He still had to walk a few miles to get to the bus stop, but he didn't much mind that. As he walked he took note of every little detail. The flowers that grew along the road, the oak tree that he had watched grow from a sapling to a tall adult tree, the dogs and cats in windows and yards.

    One dog, a particularly large Golden Retriever, ran to greet him. This dog wasn't his first best friend but was pretty close. He remembered being young, around 14 when his neighbors brought the little pup home. He obsessed over that dog from his bedroom window every day, and one day while he was sitting in his front yard, he felt a little wet nose nudging his hand. The puppy had come over to say hello! From that day he and the dog called Pepper had the closest relationship, a dog and man could have. Pepper was old now but always ran to meet him.

    "Pepper! Hey girl, how are you!!" Nathan spoke softly, but energetically to the dog. He was met with happy barks and yips, and he took that as a good sign.

    "I'm leaving for my new job today. This is goodbye huh? Well, you've been the best friend I could 'av ever asked for, Pepper" He pet the dog on the head and kissed her nose one last time before continuing down his route to the bus stop.

    Nathan reached the bus stop and sat his bags down, sitting next to them and taking out his phone to text the band. He typed fast and efficiently, mumbling his words as he typed them. Finishing the text, he put his phone in his jacket pocket and took out a cigarette, lighting it and putting it in his mouth as he stared across the road at the river.

    Nathan wasn't who you would expect to be a security guard- in fact, he looked more like he should be working at a small store in a mall. He was tall, 6'7, lanky but well built. He was white, freckles littered his face and arms, and he had blue eyes and pink hair. He had a thin septum piercing and wore two small earrings, usually black mini loops. Add to that his heavy Irish accent, and you had an immigrant who was in need of a job.

    The band that he was touring with was in Irland doing a few shows, and that was the best time for them to pick him up. He had a passport and papers, and so when they flew back to America, they would find him a place to stay and such.

    He slipped his earbuds in, and as the calm music of his country filled his ears, he stopped and took a second to see his surroundings. The birds in the trees, hares, sheep.. it was all part of this world that he knew. Down the road, he spotted an old friend, someone who he had known for a long time. Beckoning him, they met and bowed, feeling it necessary to dance as if it were the last time they would see each other. Nathan let the music play through the phone speaker, and he and his friend danced. His friend stopped him, pointing to a tree line- only 10 feet away stood wolf.

    Nathan was a highly spiritual man, one who took the spirits of the woods and of the world very seriously. This wolf, to him, was a sign. The large canine focused on Nathan, ignoring the many rabbits and hares that scattered the field around them. Nathan's family crest was an Irish Hare, and the wolf ignoring the Hares was a sign to Nathan that in a new land, he would not be chased for his heritage. He dipped his head to the wolf, giving it a nod, and it walked away. Now, his friend was skeptical, and thought Nathan was crazy- but Nathan was proud of his encounter.

    Not long after, the large van labeled with the band's logo pulled up. Nathan waved, putting his bags in a seat and looking at his new companions. He would be living with these men and women for a long time- and he was ready. The change was here, and Nathan was taking it by the hand.

            Chapter 2

    Nathan got in the van and sighed, bracing for what he was bout to hear.

    "Hey Nathan, have fun with ya boyfriend?"

    "Shut up," He said, flipping his middle finger up in the air at the blue-haired man in the back of the van. "He was a childhood friend. And even if he was my boyfriend, you wouldn't do sh*t. We all know you're the gayest one here."

    "wh- hey!" The man began to yell a string of curses at Nathan, and another man sitting in the middle row chuckled.

    "Good one Nathan" the middle row man said.

    "There's more where that came from, I'm a bodyguard, not an ego guard," Nathan said with a chuckle.

    He settled into his seat and began to read, although he wasn't able to concentrate very well- his mind was filled with thoughts about his new job, his new companions, and any new challenges that would follow- as he listened to the hum of the van and the occasional bicker from behind him, he began to feel a heaviness in his eyelids, and before he knew it, he was asleep.

    Nathan woke up to being kicked in the leg by the blue-haired man, which didn't strike a good nerve with him.

    "For the last time, Leith, I will NOT hesitate to punch you"

    "Last time? You haven’t even talked to me except to call me gay!"

    "I didn't say I had," Nathan said with an emotionless expression, standing and grabbing an identification tag. Suddenly, the silence was so dense it could be cut with a knife- the middle row man spoke up.

    "D*mn, he told you off real fast, didn't he Leith."

    "Shut up Barrett, get your emo *ss on stage and start hooking up your guitar"

    Barrett wore a smirk and stood, getting in the trailer that was being towed by the van, starting to bring some things into the venue. Nathan stood and stared at Leith until he left the van, then began to help the other band members gather their things. Before leaving to set some things up, he tapped someone on the shoulder.

    "Hey, Dom you oughta get up dude"

    "Fine fine- help me set up my drums? It's not my fav set so I don't really know how to set it up"

    "Sure, got your earplugs? Leith and Barrett might be playing already"

    "Mhm," The little boy said.

    Nathan helped him out of the van and closed the door, locking it. While toting the drum set into the venue, he noticed a few faces he recognized, old friends working the venue or the bar. He paid little to no attention to them and began to set up Domenik's drums. He hummed a simple tune, focused on setting this thing up finally he finished and waved Domenik over. He watched him try it out, and once he got the thumbs up he went backstage, sitting down on the floor against a wall.

    He pulled his phone out and opened his messaging app, texting his old girlfriend, Leean.

    'Hey, you coming to the show tonight?'

    'Why would I? You're gonna be there.'

    'So? You wouldn't even see me

    'That's not the point. You being there ruins my aura'

    'Bull sh*t'

    'This is why I left you'

    'Don't worry, you won't see me again after tonight. I know it was annoying to have some guy that you had to come home to each night after sleeping with another tourist'

    'F*cking F*g'

    "Aaaaand blocked." He said with a sigh, setting his phone down next to him and running a hand through his hair. One finger snagged on something, and he pulled his hand to look at it- the black ring his ex had given him on their first date 8 years ago had cracked and snagged his hair. Nathan took it off and chucked it across the room.

    'B*tch' He thought. 'Everyone's a b*tch.'

            Chapter 3

    Nathan's eyes jolted open and his arm reached out to grab something- he was being kicked by Leith.

    "Wake up sleeping beauty, it's time for the meet 'n greet."

    "Call me that again, and you'll lose a hand," Nathan said, letting go of Leith's ankle and standing up.

    He ruffled his hair and stopped by the bathroom, washing his face and taking a moment to clear his mind. First night on the job, basic status quo. Look scary, don't smile unless you have to. Or something like that. The venue was fairly large, the stage was raised enough for it to be difficult for someone to climb onto it. There were other security guards lining the stage and entrances, each with that standard look: Short hair, no expression.

Assets for Le-Book

What I want to convey: It's okay to not be okay. No one is normal, and even the most dysfunctional families can live happily.

Domenik:

Song: Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny

Domenik is a super sweet, kind, and silly person. He still has the mind of a child, he loves doing what he does and doesn't mind working, but he would rather be playing the drums or going on a drive. Although he's only 15, he still travels with the band and is allowed to do so on the account that Leith is 18, and he has a bodyguard. He loves animals, specifically bunnies and mice, and w i l l buy a butterfly garden if given the chance. He is the light of the family, and under his oblivious and childish exterior, he has a deeper side. He can understand complex emotions, but he can't express that he can. He doesn't understand social cues, and can't function in an environment that is too loud- he wears earplugs on stage as a result. He is Autistic, doesn't like people because they think he's stupid. He also has mild Social Anxiety.

Barrett:

Song:

Barrett is a reserved, calm, caring person who loves his family and wife more than anything.

Nathaniel:

Song:

Nathaniel is a quiet, somewhat flirty 'tough-guy. He spends a lot of his time thinking and due to his stature, he is highly intimidating. He is pretty flirtatious but doesn't tend to get involved in relationships. He hasn't thought out much of his life, and has little self-restraint- things like slurs or abuse of power, as well as the abuse of anyone really, brings him to a boil.

*Characters*

Leith: Leith William Thompson (Likes Rosalia) Born: 1986 Age: 21

Barrett: Barrett Dean Thompson (Married to Carolyn) Born: 1981 Age: 25

Domenik: Domenik Richard Thompson | Born: 1989 Age: 15

Rosalia: Rosalia Mary Williams (Likes Leith) Born: 1987 Age: 19

Carolyn: Carolyn Joseph Edwards (Married to Barrett) Born: 1984 Age: 20

Kenny: Kenneth William Edwards (Carolyn and Barrett's son) Born: 1996 Age: 8

[seekingthestars]

koalamb replied to your post:

Ohhh sky is so good!! I used to play this but I also wish it wasn’t so heavy on multiplayer 🥲 just lemme explore by myself

It’s from the same team as journey and flower though! Journey gives you another player who plays at the same time, but I .. don’t think that always happens ? It’s a super pretty game tho, lots to explore

My fave is still abzu though, it also has some people from the same crew I’m pretty sure, but they’re under a different company. In abzu you get to explore the oceans!!

january-summers replied to your post:

Ohhh, I’ve played Abzu, it’s really good. Is Sky on Steam? It sounds like something I might like to check out.

okay noted, that's two votes for Abzu, now i must check it out!!!! 😆❤️

sky IS super pretty, i'm very much enjoying the visuals and the soundtrack so far, it's really just the multiplayer thing that's tripping me up rn fjiewoaf (that and i wish i had a MAP but that's a personal problem lolololol)

i'm playing sky on Switch and i know it was a mobile game first! i just searched Steam and i didn't see it :( full name is Sky: Children of the Light by thatgamecompany, if you wanna look!! it's free so if you can find it, it's worth giving it a shot, nothing to lose!!

[ladybird2094]

Spring break

Warnings: 18+, minors dni. Smut. Oral (both female and male receiving), unprotected sex. Mentions of cuffs. Reader is plus sized.

Summary: it’s the day before spring break, and the Hellfire club needs someone to take Lucas’ place.

Word count: 2.1k

It was the last day of school before spring break started, needless to say you were looking forward to having a whole week for yourself where you didn’t have to worry about the stupid kids in this school.

Hawkins High never treated you kindly, this was your second time going through senior year and everyone decided you were ruled an outcast just for that. If they only knew why you had to re-do the year…

You were sitting alone in the cafeteria when you saw Eddie in the table across from you walking around and making fun of the popular kids, they just rolled their eyes. Some flipped him off and others just called him a freak, but you smiled. You knew Eddie for a while, you both had the same classes and were sometimes partnered up to do a class project together. He was always nice to you, and he never judged you or made you feel uncomfortable. It was inevitable for you not to fall for someone like him, he was everything you had dreamed of and more.

“Hey doll, what are you doing all alone here? You know you’re always welcome to sit with us.” His voice was smooth, and he was wearing his most flattering smile on his face when he spoke to you. You bit your lower lip, you never knew if he liked you or if he was just overly nice to you.

“I don’t think I want to be called a spawn of Satan today Eds” you joked and played with the straw of your juice box as you saw him sitting next to you. “No offense, but I’m trying to maintain my ‘lonely outcast’ act until the end of the school year.”

He let out a chuckle and you could’ve sworn you would be drooling if it weren’t for your self control. “We could be outcasts together, doll, just imagine how fun it would be. The ‘ex-popular girl’ hanging out with the freaky D&D club, now also called Satan worshippers. Your old friends would go wild.” You rolled your eyes teasingly and pushed him away gently. He laughed again and stood up. “Anyway, I came here to ask you a very important favor, one of the guys can’t come to our campaign tonight and we need a person to fill his space, could you possibly do it? Please?” He held his hands together and gave you the cutest puppy dog eyes ever. “I’ll make it up to you, I swear, I know you know how to play.”

“Sure, I don’t have anything to do and it’ll definitely be more entertaining than being stuck having to watch the basketball game.”

He jumped in excitement and kissed your forehead. “You’re a lifesaver y/n, I’ll see you after school!” And with that he ran to his table again, leaving you with your cheeks burning up.

It was 4pm when you knocked on the classroom door that the Hellfire club used for their campaigns. Everyone was already there, Eddie was on his throne, flipping through pages of his notebook, he looked up at you once he heard the knock and smiled. “Y/n! Welcome to Hellfire, please sit so we can start.”

The game went on for two hours, and it was the most fun you ever had. It was reaching its end with only your character alive against Vecna. You shook the dice against your palms and threw it to the table, you closed your eyes nervously not wanting to know what the result was. Seconds passed and you heard everyone yelling and cheering, you opened your eyes to see that you had defeated Vecna. You jumped and laughed as everyone congratulated you, Eddie stood up from his seat smiling and clapped. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is why we play Dungeons and Dragons.”

Ten minutes had passed and everyone had left except you and Eddie, you were packing your things into your backpack when you felt a little tap on your shoulder. “Hey y/n? Do you want to maybe… go back to my place and watch a movie?”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach in anticipation and nodded, trying to act as normal as you could.

The drive over to where he lived was short, you already knew the place, you’d gone to buy some weed at his house before. But this time it was different, he invited you. He opened the door to his trailer and let you in first, the place smelled like tobacco and incense, probably to cancel out the funky weed scent. He guided you to his room with his hand pressed on your back, “sorry for the mess, the maid took the week off” you giggled and sat on the edge of his bed. You looked around as he tried his best to clean up a bit, there were posters of his favorite metal bands, a stereo, and his red electric guitar was hanging on the wall, a pair of cuffs and a long chain caught your attention, Eddie noticed where you were looking at and his cheeks turned red.

“That’s- that’s just for decoration! Don’t worry about it.” He mumbled and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Anyway… wanna smoke?”

You were both on the bed, high off your asses and laughing about the most random things, your black skirt had ridden up a lot, leaving your naked thighs on sight for Eddie to see, you weren’t doing it on purpose, but the man next to you was hypnotized by how your soft skin looked under the dim bedroom lights.

He got closer to you, grabbing your chin softly and making you look up at him.

“I like you a lot, doll. It’s driving me insane.” He whispered, his lips barely touching yours. Your mouth opened in surprise and you froze, was this really happening?

Before you could say anything he glued his lips to yours in a soft kiss, his other hand hugged your waist, pulling you closer to him. You gasped and closed your eyes, kissing him back and sinking one of your hands into his curls. Your heartbeat was out of control, this felt surreal, were you dreaming all of this? Eddie took you out of your thoughts as his hand slowly went to your thighs and squeezed them firmly, you let out a soft moan against his lips and he smiled, proud of himself.

“I need you baby, say the word and I’m all yours.” He kissed and licked your neck, waiting for you to respond, but it was impossible for you to form a sentence when the guy of your dreams was already making you feel good without trying. He slapped your inner thigh and you whimpered as you looked at him, his brown eyes almost black and his smile wasn’t sweet like before, he looked like he was ready to devour you. “I need you to talk to me, angel. Tell me what you want.”

“You, Eds. I want you.” You whispered and kissed him, this time it was sloppier, needier than the last one. He tugged on your shirt, you lifted your arms and helped him with getting you naked, he groaned as he saw your breasts and started kissing and biting your skin, leaving a small trail of marks on your chest. Your back was arched as he sucked and nibbled on your nipples, he took his time with each, pinching and rolling his fingers against the one he wasn’t sucking. His mouth got lower and lower, and he planted sweet kisses on your squishy stomach.

“You’re beautiful.” He chanted over and over as he lowered himself on top of your clothed core, there was already a small wet spot in the middle of your panties and he bit his lip. “Is all of this for me?” He asked teasingly and you nodded frantically, feeling his hot breath against your thighs. He planted some kisses in your tender skin and left a few hickeys on them too, you squirm underneath him, needing to feel his touch desperately. “Such a messy girl, I’ll take care of cleaning you up, princess.” He ripped your panties and skirt off and took a minute to look at your naked body lying on his bed, your breaths were short and your eyes were closed. You looked gorgeous, ethereal, he promised himself he’d be the only one looking at you like this from now on.

His thumb pressed lightly against your clit, earning a pathetic moan from your lips, you were desperate. He chuckled and finally lowered his tongue against your folds, you heard him moan against your cunt, the vibrations of his voice shaking against your body. His tongue felt like heaven, lapping up your juices and licking your clit until he left you shaking. He teased you over and over again, and you were convinced he was trying to make you go crazy. Tears were rolling down your cheeks and your lower lip was bleeding a bit from all the biting, your legs were shaking and you could’ve sworn he laughed at you a couple of times. He slowly pressed a finger against your entrance, you gasped once he was knuckle deep inside of you, his tongue kept abusing your clit and you felt like you were going to explode in any minute. “Eds… baby, g-gonna cum, please.” You tried forming a sentence, but the pleasure was clouding all your senses. He added another finger and started moving them inside you, stretching you out and trying to find your soft spot. His tongue moved quicker and he sucked your clit a couple of times, driving you even crazier than before. Once his fingers found your sensitive spot it was over for you, you came so hard you thought you would pass out. He took his fingers out and fucked you with his tongue, cleaning you up and swallowing everything you had to give him. You pushed his head away when he kept going, you were overstimulated and he was enjoying every second of it.

He lied next to you and kissed your forehead, a big smile on his lips. “You did so good for me, baby.” You smiled and kissed his cheek as you sat on his lap, grinding your hips against his. “Baby, we don’t have to-“

“I want to, let me make you feel good.” You unbuckled his jeans and with his help you took them off along with his boxers, you nearly drooled at the sight of his erection, his tip red and filled with precum, one of the veins popping out along his dick. You dropped to your knees and spit on your hand, wrapping it around him and stroking it slowly. His head rolled back and he moaned softly, his voice turning you on more than you were already. You wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked lightly, his hand immediately gripping your hair as he gasped. You took him in, slowly at first, feeling the tip hit in the back of your throat. You closed your eyes as you bobbed your head up and down, every time quicker than the last, his moans got louder, and his grip on your hair tightened.

“Baby, baby, don’t wanna cum in your mouth, not yet. C’mere.” He pushed you against the bed and got in between your legs, his cock rubbing your clit teasingly. You bucked your hips against him impaitently and he smiled, planting a soft kiss on your lips. “Whatever my girl wants.” He pushed himself inside of you, the both of you gasping as he fully stretched you out. He stayed still for a bit, not wanting to move until you were comfortable. A whimper escaped your lips when he pulled out and thrusted inside of you, all the air getting knocked out of your lungs. His thrusts got harder, and his grip against your waist grew tighter, you were definitely gonna have bruises there by tomorrow. Your eyes rolled back as he found your sensitive spot and abused it with each and every thrust, his thumb traced circles against your clit, bringing you to the edge again. “C’mon baby, cum all over my cock. Be a good girl and make a mess on me.” You arched your back and moaned his name as your second orgasm washed over your body, you could’ve sworn you saw stars as his thrusts became sloppier. He kissed your neck and moaned against your skin as you felt his cum filling you up.

His eyes were shut tightly as he got out of you and lied next to you in the bed, pulling you in for a hug. He peppered kisses all over your face and you giggled as he kissed your lips again.

“That was…”

“Amazing.” He replied, caressing your cheek. “And the fun hasn’t even started yet.” He smiled cockily and squeezed your ass.

“I was wondering when you were gonna use those cuffs.”

This was going to be an interesting spring break.

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i wanna fucking tear you apart (demon!eddie munson x steve harrington) 18+ only

Summary: Steve Harrington; tired, alone, guilt-ridden, comes home to find a mystery unfolding at his front door. Someone special lays in wait for him, ready to finally stake their claim. 

Word Count: 5.7k

[content warnings: swearing, demon/incubus!eddie, hurt/comfort, gay sex, choking and brief fighting, hand/ring!kink]

PT. 2   PT. 3

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One thing to learn when living in Hawkins, (somewhat) fondly called “Satan’s Asshole” by a certain amalgamation of teens, is that once life gets somewhat good, be prepared for things to take a very, very sharp left turn. 

As if Hawkins needed yet another disaster on its hands. A 7.4-magnitude earthquake, dozens of people dead, weird spore rain, and yet somehow, a witch hunt persisting through it all. Because honestly, who would believe them if they told the truth? Eddie Munson is dead in the Upside Down because he dared to play the hero.

‘For the first and last time,’ Steve thought, heart clenching tight. Bile rose quickly in his throat as he turned onto his street. 

He’d been dreading this moment for days; going home to an empty, too quiet house to be alone with his thoughts. However, Robin had finally managed to shoo him away with a sharp look and complaints that he was starting to smell and his hair looked a mess. He’d tried, albeit halfheartedly, to insist on helping with closing down the makeshift relief shelter for the night, but even he knew that things were starting to catch up with him. 

There were only so many things around town that Steve could offer help with before nagging memories and feelings that he couldn’t quite put words to bubbled up and consumed his thoughts. Despite feigning ignorance, the knot in his stomach tightened with each day he woke up, grasping onto dreams of final moments and tears and a regretful look in a pair of soulful, brown eyes.  He definitely didn’t dream of the feeling of ringed fingers and frizzy curls and a mouth permanently set in a teasing smile, that’s…that’d be crazy, right? Dreaming about what could have been if he had looked a little deeper. Stepped out of this self imposed box a bit sooner. 

Maybe he should have asked Robin to stay over tonight. Steve pulled his car up the driveway, lingering in his seat as he turned to grab his bag from the back. The collection of tapes they had gathered in preparation for facing Vecna were still strewn over his passenger seat; a small shudder ran through him. ‘Definitely won’t be planning on listening to any Kate Bush anytime soon’. His eyes definitely didn’t linger on the Master of Puppets tape and the rows and rows of white crosses that felt a little too on the nose.

Swallowing down that feeling, Steve reluctantly hauled himself out of the car, kicking up gravel as he shuffled up to the front door —

A sharp chill ran up Steve’s spine, settling at the back of his neck and thrumming something familiar in the back of his mind as the hairs on his body stood on end — his hand automatically slapped over his neck and rubbed at it harshly. His eyes swept across the tree line, squinting as he tried to focus on any sign of movement in the darkness. 

Nothing. Maybe it was nothing? 

Though if he’d learned anything over the past few years, it would be that whatever whacked out shit you had nightmares about could be very, very real. Suddenly, Steve felt incredibly vulnerable without his trusty baseball bat in hand. He looked back to his car, abruptly aware at how far the mere steps he had taken to the door now felt like football fields away. Better to just get inside and hope for the best. Just a few more steps.

The door was already open.

‘I definitely locked the doors the last time, right? Just being paranoid, that’s all. I remember locking the doors but what if I didn’t and my head just says I did because I’ve locked them so many times—’

Eyes gone a little wild searching the dark as his heart hammered in his chest, Steve sucked in a deep breath and toed the door open with the tip of shoe. 

Before he could even think to fumble for the hall light switch, in a flash a hand had wrapped around his throat and yanked him through the threshold — Steve let out a choked-off shriek as he was whipped around, his back twinging painfully as he was thrown against the wall. Steve thrashed in the unnaturally strong hold, metal biting into the delicate skin of his already bruised throat.

In a whirl of panic, he scrabbled against the tight grasp the intruder had on his throat and kicked out desperately for anything that was in range — a string of curses erupted from the dark as he made purchase with what he could only assume was a leg. 

The hand fell away and Steve gasped for air, reaching blindly for something, anything, to defend himself with — his hand wrapped around an umbrella handle.

Jesus Christ — hopefully no one finds my dead body holding onto a fucking umbrella for dear life.

Steve swung wildly in a wide circle to fend off the intruder, he finally made purchase again and knocked a loud grunt out of them. With a surge of adrenaline, he rounded in on spot the noise came from, bashing the umbrella down on the dark shape crumpled on the floor till gave a vicious crack as it split in two in his hands.

“Fuck — Stop it! Stop! —  An umbrella, Steve? Shit!”

Huh? 

Still shaking and panting heavily, Steve collapsed back against the wall, his fingers skating across the surface to the light switch and flicking it on, simultaneously terrified and desperate to see the source of that too familiar voice. 

Huddled on the floor, covering his head with ringed fingers, was a familiar shape in a familiar leather jacket and familiar torn jeans— Steve let out a watery breath, knees wobbling dangerously beneath him. 

“Eddie?”

The figure turned its head, and an accusing, deep brown eye peeked out at Steve from behind his hands, eying him carefully. Steve’s knees finally gave out and he slid against the wall into a heap on the floor. What the fuck? What the fuck?! 

“Fuckin’ hell” Eddie groaned, “you done with the whole Last House re-enactment yet?”

“I’m dreaming. I’ve officially lost it, that’s all this is. A nightmare!” Steve cried out; he tried shakily to get to his feet, but his knees protested the move and his feet went out from under him. Across from him, Eddie slowly unfolded, sitting up against the wall with a grunt. 

‘Fuckin’ tell me about it, you trying to kill me a second time?”

“You’re the one that broke into my house! You jumped me!”

“Look, I didn’t know who it was — “

“Who else would it be, this is my house!”

“Yeah, alright, I’m sorry okay?”

They both lapsed into silence, and Steve finally took a good look at Eddie. Besides the obvious dry, red stains and familiar holes and tears littering his signature Hellfire shirt, under the abundance of dirt smears and unnervingly pale color to his skin, he looked frighteningly…fine. Not even a scratch on him. 

“Take a picture, Harrington, it might last longer.”

Steve sputtered indignantly, eyes snapping back up to meet Eddie’s, deciding quickly not to acknowledge to growing smirk on his face. There was an odd look in his eyes — their normal curiosity and warmth overlayed with…something else. Something far too comfortable and unbothered for someone who had just played out their own personal performance of the resurrection of Jesus Christ. 

But he’s alive. 

As if pulled by an invisible string, Steve found himself suddenly overcome with the need to touch him, the urgency itching at his palms and hammering against his ribs. Steve shifted, tucking his still-jelly legs under himself and carefully, like approaching a spooked animal, crawled the short distance across the hall towards him. Eddie watched him carefully as Steve settled his hands on the torn holes in the knees of his jeans and nudged at them gently, pressing forward and making room for himself between them.

Steve kneeled quietly, disbelieving — his hands skated gently over Eddie’s shoulders before wrapping around him and pulling the unnervingly silent man into a hug. 

“How…?” he whispered into his hair, squeezing his arms tight around Eddie’s shoulders; he definitely didn't shudder as those calloused hands that had set up camp in his dreams, finally settled around his waist, fingers slipping stealthily under the hem of his sweatshirt and pressing against his skin. 

“Don’t think too hard about it, Stevie. Might break that big brain of yours.”

Steve pulled back from the hug to inspect him closer, pointedly trying to ignore the anxious flutter in his chest when Eddie’s hands remained firmly wrapped around his waist — and the nagging thought that this delicate reunion was very quickly slipping from a casual, friendly thing into dangerous territory. Steve stared down at Eddie, still trying to piece together and rationalize what he remembered happening with…this. 

This just couldn’t be right…right? It’s fine. Don’t overthink it. 

“I never thought I’d see the day that King Steve willingly crawls into my lap,” Eddie chuckled, “did you miss me, big boy?” Steve scoffed, but decided against arguing and averted his eyes to the tattered and bloodied remains of his Hellfire shirt. There really wasn't a scratch on him…that couldn’t be right. He saw — 

“I asked if you missed me, Stevie.” Long fingers grasped at his chin with an unquestioning firmness and tilted it back up, back into the searching gaze Eddie had fixed on him. Steve swallowed the quickly forming knot in the back of his throat.

“I mean…yeah, we all did. Dustin — ”

“I didn’t ask about Dustin, pretty boy.” Eddie’s mouth twisted into a teasing, knowing smirk, his tongue poking out between his teeth. Where his teeth always that sharp? Steve had been called a pretty boy before, that one wasn’t new in the slightest, but it hadn’t felt like this. Not in the way that felt like molten lava was settling in the pit of his stomach. A helpless laugh escaped Steve as he reached up to swat Eddie’s hand away from his face — he shifted back, hoping to escape back across the room, hoping to dissipate whatever heavy atmosphere had descended upon them so quickly. 

“Where’re you going, Stevie? Leaving me?”

‘We can’t leave him Steve, please! Please, just help me carry him back, please! We can’t leave him here!”

Guilt flashed hot across his face. 

“No — No, I’m not leaving I just—“ Steve let himself be wrangled back closer, Eddie’s arms wrapped solidly around him with an unnerving strength, “I just wanted to close the door…”

“Trying to get me alone, hm?” Eddie ran a hand down Steve’s side, leaving what felt like a hot, burning imprint of it on him, settling an itching warmth under his skin. Steve stuttered, want churning in his stomach as he squirmed slightly under Eddie’s suddenly piercing stare. Firmly distracted, so much so, he didn’t notice the front door closing and firmly locking on its own.

“Maybe?”

“Good,” Eddie crooned, an easy smirk stretching across his face. “You gonna let me have you to myself, pretty boy? Help remind me I’m alive?”

Steve shuddered, the blood rushing to his face at the sudden shift. He got the feeling he had signed up for something he didn’t quite understand. Maybe that was a good thing, letting someone else take the reins for once. Letting Eddie take care of him. 

“I’ll take great care of you, Stevie, I can promise you that.”

Shit, had he said that out loud? From the knowing tilt of his Eddie’s head, he must have? He didn’t think he did but —

“I wanna hear you say it, angel. You gonna let me take care of you? Let me have you?” Steve knew he should be wary; people offering you whatever you want on a silver platter like this is rarely ever a good thing. But God, the small part of his brain that was begging him to say ‘yes’ screamed at him, begged him to do something with this guilt and fear and desire that had been rattling around in him for days on end. Eddie…Eddie was good. Odd, but good. Kind. Someone that despite everything, trusted him. Dustin trusted him. He could trust him, of course he could. 

“Yes” he breathed, relief washing over him at how easy the word came out, “but — are you sure you’re okay? I mean, you seem different —”

“Dying will do that to you — besides, maybe I’ve just finally figured out what I want.” 

‘You want me?’ Steve thought to himself, face flushing as one of Eddie’s hands swept a long path up his back and twisted his ringed fingers through the soft hair at the back of his neck. Desire rolled through him, not even complaining when Eddie tugged harshly at his hair and tilting his head back to expose the long column of his throat. 

“Who wouldn’t want you, hm? Look at you.” Steve couldn’t answer, or at least didn’t trust himself to just yet. Especially after being thrust so suddenly into the metaphorical deep end, with the Eddie Munson tugging on his hair and calling him names that should have made him more indignant than turned on. Steve felt dizzy with it already. He felt Eddie lean forward and press his nose against his throat, a low hum rattling through his bones.

“I wanna fucking eat you alive, pretty boy.”

Any logical person might have alarm bells blaring in their brain, given the circumstances. Instead. Steve’s hands settled on Eddie’s shoulders, clinging tight as he was rearranged to sit fully in Eddie’s lap, a gasp escaping him at the ease in which he was moved around like a doll. Steve lunged forward in Eddie’s grasp, capturing his lips with a groan of “yes” on his lips.

Eddie, one hand still knotted in Steve’s hair, pulled at it to angle his head to kiss him better, the other drifting down his side and squeezing at the crease of his thigh, fingers digging into his skin hard enough to raise bruises through the denim. Steve suddenly felt like he was starving, dehydrated, straight up dying; he whimpered against Eddie’s mouth, clutching to him for dear life. 

Far too soon, Eddie leaned back, holding Steve firmly in place by his hair; his other hand abandoned its death grip on Steve’s thigh to trail up his neck, cradling the side of his face to steady him. Steve panted, and already itching for more, tried leaning forward to chase after his lips.

“Hold on baby, hold on,” Eddie cooed, stroking his thumb over his already red-bitten lips, “I don’t think the hall is the best place for this, do you? Or maybe you want me to fuck you into the floor — what a naughty little thing you are…” 

I don’t care, just don’t stop.

A low chuckle filled the air around them, and before Steve could fully register what was happening, he was being hoisted into the air, fingers biting into his thighs as Eddie carried him towards the nearby living room without even breaking a sweat. He was deposited onto the couch, Eddie hovering above him and staring greedily at the sight before him. 

“Such a pretty thing, aren't you Steve? Just waiting for someone to come along and give you everything you’ve ever wanted, hm?” Eddie lent down, meeting Steve halfway as he craned upwards to reach for him again. 

Steve nodded shakily, hands reaching for Eddie’s face; Eddie let himself be pulled back down for another achingly hot kiss. Steve didn’t know that he could feel like this — so wild with desperation for anything he’d give him — he knew he should be embarrassed by how quickly his dick was pulsing to life in his stiff jeans. Instead, he twisted his fingers through Eddie’s wild hair and pulled him closer.

Eddie settled easily between Steve’s thighs, like he was meant to be there. He rearranged Steve with ease, pulling his legs to drape over his and yanking his hips up into his lap; spreading him out like a feast for the hungry look in Eddie’s eyes. Ringed hands trailed burning heat up Steve’s thighs, his hips, waist, chest — Steve’s head fell back against the cushions as one of them settled against his throat once more.

“Fuckin’ look at you, all spread out for me,” Eddie pressed forward to kiss him quickly, chuckling again when Steve chased after him, “what do you want, baby? Tell me.”

Steve could feel his cheeks burning hotter now, the red probably spreading down his chest by now. He didn’t trust his voice to actually get the words out, not when Eddie just grinned down at him, lopsided and teasing, his hand still wrapped loosely around Steve’s throat as he waited. 

“Please…”

“Please, what?”

Steve suddenly felt like he was about to die, overheat and explode from the desperation shooting through his veins —

“Use your words.”

Steve took a steadying breath.

“Fuck…please…just, take care of me, Eddie.”

That seemed to satisfy Eddie, at least for the moment. He hummed out a teasing, condescending sound as he bent down to kiss Steve again: wet and hot and desperate. Steve groaned against his mouth, shuddering when their tongues met as Eddie pressed closer; he writhed beneath him, digging his fingers into the slippery leather of his jacket. 

Steve gasped as ringed fingers suddenly slid under his sweatshirt, pushing it up and over his chest, bunched tight under his armpits. His head spun deliriously as Eddie shifted forward, pressing like a second skin against him and grinding his hips down into Steve’s. 

‘Oh, god help him,’ he thought deliriously. 

Steve felt the thick length of him through their jeans, and he couldn’t help the leaping journey his mind took as he narrowed in on the feeling. God, this was really happening, this isn’t just some painfully realistic dream that he’d be sweating and cursing at in the morning.

“The name’s Eddie, sweetheart, God isn’t here.”

Steve keened, feeling more than seeing Eddie’s answering grin as he pressed his mouth against his throat, sharp teeth teasing the sensitive skin. The bruising mark was no doubt too high for Steve to be able to hide it tomorrow. Not that he really wanted to anyway. Warm hands skated back down his chest and as they went, teasingly swept across Steve’s nipples; he couldn’t help but arch up into it, especially when those hands pulled impatiently at his belt, nearly ripping a loop as it was yanked open and flung across the room. 

Steve clutched to him and caught Eddie’s lips again as the man fumbled and cursed at the buttons of his jeans, slipping his tongue against his like he was starving and greedy for every inch of him. There was no use in denying at this point, not when kissing Eddie was more of a priority at the moment than breathing. Eddie finally worked the buttons open, cooing in appreciation when Steve mindlessly raised his hips enough for him to pull his jeans and underwear down his thighs in one victorious swoop. 

Steve tried halfheartedly to be more helpful, shuffling, trying to kick the fabric off the rest of the way, but instead moaned startlingly loud into the empty house at the delicious friction of Eddie’s jeans against his leaking dick. He was suddenly, embarrassingly aware of how naked he was compared to Eddie, barely a hair out of place as he leaned back to get a good look at him. 

“Oh, look at you, pretty boy,” Eddie sighed, satisfied by whatever he found on Steve’s face, “I’m going to destroy you.”

Eddie snaked a hand around Steve’s cock and pumped it slowly; a gasp punched its way out of Steve’s chest at the feel of the cool metal rings against his hot skin, twisting into a moan as his thumb swept across the sensitive ridge.

“Fuck, you can’t just say shit like that,” Steve panted, gazing blearily up at Eddie. He only laughed down at him in response, twisting even harder on the downstroke. Eddie laughed loudly, and Steve was just…stunned. He’s so fucking beautiful it takes Steve’s breath away, still amazed that this was actually happening.

Suddenly, Eddie’s warmth was gone; Steve arched his hips to chase after the feeling, only to realize that Eddie was patting down his own pockets — he let out a victorious “ah-hah!”, producing a small bottle and packet of condoms from his jacket and laying them across Steve’s bare stomach. Steve shuddered in anticipation as Eddie maneuvered him to yank his pants off the rest of the way.

Eddie licked into Steve’s mouth, sucking on his lips and his tongue, and suddenly Steve was achingly desperate for Eddie to get a move on.

“Please, Eddie…”

“Shhhh, I’ve got you, angel.”

Comfort and safety washed over Steve’s brain, hardly registering as Eddie guided his body, spreading a thigh out to fall over the edge of the sofa. He drifted, settling into that place he had always longed for where he didn’t have to worry, didn’t have to be alone or strong or capable —  he snapped back to his body as a slick finger teased at his hole. 

It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before, what it might feel like. But feeling it and thinking it are two very different things. A cry tore out of Steve’s lungs, his hands jolting out to grasp at Eddie’s forearms. Eddie was unmovable, watching him with dark eyes as he pressed into him. 

Steve moaned at the slow, burning stretch, licking at his suddenly dry lips.

Just as Steve was becoming used to the sensation, another finger was teasing at his entrance; Steve’s heart hammered in his chest as Eddie ran a hand distractingly along his hip, curling around his dick and twisting lazily. 

“You take me so well, sweetheart — like you were made for me.” he whimpered, fingers digging into Eddie’s arms. He crooked his fingers, rubbing against a soft spot that had Steve gasping for air, hips jumping as he chased after the feeling. Smiling victoriously down at him, Eddie continued his assault on the spot, punching small, desperate moans out of him. 

Eddie’s eyes were dark; dark and stormy and filled with heated lust and a teasing humor — Steve felt pinned in place by the gaze, unable to look away. Not that he really wanted to. A third finger slid alongside the others, immediately honing in and stretching him even further. 

A low pleased sound rumbled from Steve’s throat, and Eddie echoed it, staring down at the stretch of Steve’s rim around his fingers. The pace was steady, thorough, the heat building unbearably in Steve’s blood. Steve was vaguely aware of the soft moans and whines he was making over the sound of the wet slide of Eddie’s fingers, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care, not when it felt this good.

He was slipping rapidly back into that place of out of body warmth, and Eddie must have noticed it. His hand squeezed tighter around Steve’s cock, fingers turning slightly brutal and thrusting a bit harder than before.

“Feels good, huh baby? Like me filling you up, stretching you out?” 

“Fuck, Yes,” Steve sobbed, half hysterical as he battled between trying to escape the onslaught or rocking back into it. 

“That’s it pretty boy, such a good boy.” Pride ripped through Steve’s chest and just as he felt as if he might shake apart, split in two — Eddie’s hands and fingers were slipping away, leaving a dull, heartbeat ache behind. He forced his eyes open, not even realizing how tightly he had squeezed them shut, staring up blearily at Eddie.

If he’d had working brain cells at the moment, he’d have been a bit a little more for his wellbeing as he watched Eddie unclasp the handcuff buckle of his belt, eyes drifting to the sizable bulge straining against his jeans. Another belt launched across the room, and then Eddie pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough for his dick to spring free, bouncing and curving up against his stomach.

Steve’s brain had formed a halfhearted attempt at self preservation, but promptly abandoned it when one of those ringed, slick hands wrapped around it and pumped lazily. His mouth went dry.

Eddie grinned down at him, watching the journey flash across his face.

“You want it, Stevie?”

“Yes,” he breathed automatically, hands subconsciously reaching out to grasp at Eddie’s hips and haul him closer. Eddie let him, falling forward onto Steve; they groaned into each other’s mouth as their hips met; the relief and friction was euphoric. Steve knew he sounded pathetic as Eddie growled in his ear and thrust forwards, their cocks against each other. 

“Don’t distract me, baby,” Eddie rumbled — halfhearted —  as he leaned back, hauling Steve’s hips back into the cradle of his lap. Steve absentmindedly stored the information away that he enjoyed being manhandled, watching as Eddie reached for one of the condoms still abandoned on Steve’s stomach, ripping it open hastily with his teeth.  

The predatory grin Eddie shoots him as he rolls the condom onto his length sent a shiver down his spine. 

“You’re mine, Steve, say it. No one else gets to touch you ever again, do they sweetheart?” The fat head of his cock laid over Steve’s loose hole, grinding down against his sensitive, hot skin. He nodded, breathing out a quiet ,’yes’, desperately, ready to agree to anything, he just needed him — 

A long whine pulled itself from Steve’s lungs as Eddie pressed into him. The air in his throat gone, gasping, closing up on itself as a heady feeling spread through his bones. He didn’t even register Eddie whispering to him, eyes watching wide and rapt as he gazed down to see for himself. 

It was unbearably hot, Steve decided, feeling it and seeing it at the same time. “Shiiittt,” he whined, shuddering as Eddie’s cock spread him open; the endless, thick push of it made him feel like he would shatter apart from how good it felt. 

He was suddenly being rearranged again, metal and skin biting into the backs of his thighs as they were pushed up into his sides. The shift in position punched a moan out of Steve, mouth going slack as the new tilt of his hips helped Eddie’s hips settle against his ass; Eddie groaned out his approval above him, squeezing Steve’s lush thighs even tighter. 

“Fuck yeah,” Eddie moaned, leaning down quickly to lick into Steve’s slack lips, moaning into each other's mouths,“That’s it, good boy, take it all.”

The thrusts started off slow, slow but deep, driving home and carving a place away for Eddie’s cock. Steve shivered beneath him, breath hitching against Eddie’s demanding mouth with every press of his hips. He felt like he was melting in the heat; his arms latched around Eddie’s shoulders, digging his fingers into his skin as he held on for dear life.

The steady grinding pace that Eddie had set abruptly shifted, and Steve realized quickly that he had really meant it when he said he was going to destroy him. There was no hope of being quiet anymore, each thrust forcing the air out of him, in short, broken moans and slurred pleas. The force of Eddie’s hips pushed Steve into the cushions, sweat sticking the fabric to the skin of his back. 

“Yeahhh, that’s it baby,” Eddie’s chest rumbled against him, and Steve nearly keened at the praise, the reverent, filthy tone, “that’s what you wanted, isn’t it, angel? Wanted me to keep you, fill you up, ruin your little ass for anyone else?”

Heat splashed across Steve’s cheeks, something very rapidly curling tight in the pit of his stomach.

“Yeah, I knew it baby, look at that face, so good for me.” Eddie’s eyes were hard, dangerously focused and tinged with a reddish glow when he finally pulled back to look at Steve — fingers clasping tight around Steve’s waist. Eddie fucked into him harder, faster, yanking him down into his thrusts as Steve moaned helplessly. 

The couch was beginning to rattle threateningly underneath them, but Steve couldn’t find it in himself to care.

“Nn—nngghh, Oh god,” Steve sobbed, “I’m dying,” he gasped out, half delirious, “I’m gonna die, I can’t — ” Eddie laughed openly above him as Steve scrabbled desperately at the arms holding him in place — something, anything to hold onto. One hand slid down, wrapping around his leaking cock again and Steve arched violently into the warmth, back stretching off the couch into a concerning bow.

“You can take it, good boy, just a little more, right baby? You can do that for — fuck — for me, yeah?” When Steve moaned brokenly, looking up at him with wild eyes and gasping out a poor excuse of a ‘yes,’, Eddie’s lips pulled back, teeth set in a harsh snarl as he doubled down on the pace.

”That’s it," Eddie rasped into the Steve’s ear, drawing his tongue up against the shell of it and along his throat, “Fuck-yeah, you take it.”

Steve wailed, nails digging into whatever skin he could reach as Eddie’s powerful thighs slapped into his, gasping and moaning as Eddie bit along his collarbone. Somewhere in the pack of his mind, Steve was aware that drool was sliding out of the side of his mouth, and it seemed that now Eddie was as well — he leant back, ringed fingers trailing across Steve’s cheek and gathering it, shoving two slick fingers into his gasping mouth. 

He choked out Eddie’s name around the fingers, stomach clenching tight hearing his breathless answer in return. 

“Fuck, Steve,” Eddie shuddered as his lips closed around the fingers, rings clanking against his teeth as his tongue swirled around them, “fuckin’ worth dying for this.” 

Steve felt the heat and coil of pressure building like a firework with every breath — he whined as Eddie pulled his fingers back, smearing spit across his cheek as they slipped down to close again around his cock, tight and unforgiving. Eddie stroked him in time with his thrusts, a fast, desperate pace, leaving Steve squirming and shuddering and overwhelmed, trying to fuck his hips back onto him. 

“Eddddie, fuck, I’m — I’m gonna,” he gasped, arms trembling as he reached out for him. Eddie indulged him, keeping the punishing pace as he leant down to him, lips pressing almost sweetly against his. He could feel Eddie’s heart thundering against his chest as Steve clung to him, fingers curling in his hair. 

“C’mon baby,” Eddie growled against his lips, “come for me, you can do it,” he demanded, and suddenly Steve was seeing stars within moments. 

“Yes, yes, yes ye—,” Eddie’s hips tilted just right, suddenly hammering relentlessly at that magic spot inside him, and Steve’s mouth hung open in a silent howl. Steve brain narrowed in, and could only focus on Eddie’s grunts and reverberating growls as light burst behind his eyelids. The world shrank down to the burning warm touch-points of Eddie’s hands, settling onto his hips as his thrusts began to stutter.

“Fuck yes, Steve —,” Eddie followed soon after him, and came with a snarl and barred teeth and rasping out expletives and filthy half-words. He bore down on Steve in the last moments of it, chasing his pleasure blindly and latching his piercing teeth into his neck. 

Oh god, yes.

Everything went still and silent, besides the shuddering gasps and grunts shared between the two of them. Steve whined softly, his heartbeat ramming in his chest as he struggled for air — starting to come back down from the clouds as Eddie pressed wet kisses softly along his abused throat and up his cheekbones. He pressed one last kiss to his shoulder before leaning back and shifting and pulling out slowly, knotting off the condom. Steve groaned at the slide, shuddering as Eddie pet his side reverently. 

The pair collapsed into the couch —  Eddie curled protectively around him as Steve tucked his face into Eddie’s shoulder, still trying to calm his shuddering breathing. He looked back down as a finger trailed along his stomach, rubbing in words or symbols; Steve groaned, watching as Eddie’s fingers dragged paths of his own come along his skin. 

“Gross, man,” Steve complained, halfheartedly slapping Eddie’s hand away. Eddie laughed brightly, sending another shudder through Steve as Eddie raised his fingers to his mouth, sucking the remnants off of his own fingers. 

“Christ, you’re trying to kill me,” Steve draped an arm over his eyes to block out the sight, only catching another laugh from Eddie. Eddie pulled his arm back, leaning down over Steve and kissing him gently, carefully, and Steve leant his cheek into the hand cupping his face. A slight taste of copper filled Steve’s senses, though he didn’t really think too much of it. They locked eyes, taking each other in as their breathing finally settled. 

Eddie’s curls draped down like a curtain, tickling his face, and he reached up absentmindedly to gently tug on them. 

“That good, baby?”

Steve only hummed intelligently in return, skating his fingers along Eddie’s jaw, his cheeks, eyebrows; Eddie watched him quietly, eyes locked on his face with a knowing air to them. Suddenly, the embarrassment of how desperate he’d been caught up with him— his face turned an alarming red as he looked away shyly for anything else to focus on. 

Please, let another gate open up and swallow me whole.

He shifted in place, cheeks burning deeper when the ache in his ass throbbed to life. Eddie chuckled darkly, knotting his hand back in Steve’s hair to bring his attention back to his searching gaze.

“You’re never getting rid of me now Stevie, you know that?” Steve blushed, averting his eyes, “Stuck with me forever, baby.”

Steve didn’t catch the red glint in Eddie’s eyes, nor the way that those words felt more like an indisputable truth than normal pillow-talk. He really didn’t have the mind to question it anyways.