#i was worried he’d miss her at the airport

[cometrose]

episode 5 was the first one that got a rise out of me i felt eyes watering i didn’t cry! but the moment in front of the palace when they both started crying yes this is what you guys should’ve done from the beginning

[a-simple-gaywitch]

The Boy Next Door

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) (L/N) and Spencer Reid have been best friends nearly all their lives. Everyone in their lives can see how head-over-heels in love with each other they are. The only ones that can’t? Themselves.

Warnings: minor miscommunication

Word Count: 2307

Author’s Note: my first fic finished in FOREVER! I’m actually pretty happy with this one

“There’s something about childhood friends that you just can’t replace.” - actress Lisa Whelchel

~

“Hey, Pretty Boy. Want to come grab dinner with us tonight?” Morgan asked as the team started gathering their belongings to leave for the day. 

“Sorry, can’t,” Spencer said, hurriedly gathering his stuff and shoving it haphazardly in his satchel. “Gotta pick up a friend from the airport.” The team didn’t miss the sparkle in his eyes nor the wide smile as he rushed from the bullpen.

“You think he’ll ever introduce us to this friend?” Emily asked, sidling up beside Derek. 

“Who knows,” he sighed. “You know he’s a private person. He didn’t even tell us about his mom until he had no other choice.”

~

Spencer stood at the baggage claim, his head on a swivel. To say he was beyond excited was an understatement. He was practically bouncing in place as he scanned the crowd of people coming over to collect their belongings. 

Thankfully, he didn’t need to wait for very long. 

“Spencer!”

He spun around quickly to see (Y/N) (L/N), his best friend in the entire world, running over to him. He scooped you up in a hug, spinning you around as you squealed happily.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” Spencer said, setting you down. 

“I know! It’s usually the other way around, isn’t it?” you said, taking Spencer’s hand and leading him over to the carousel of luggage. “I feel like it’s always you coming to see me.”

“And you’re here for a whole week,” Spencer said, giving your hand a squeeze. 

You smiled and leaned into his side. “Oh, my god, you’ll never guess what happened on the flight!”

~

You and Spencer grew up next door to each other. Your family had moved to Nevada when you were about 5 years old, into a house next to the Reids. 

You’d always been outgoing and extroverted, so you took it upon yourself to introduce yourself to the boy with the big glasses in the next yard over while your father was building a swing set. 

“Hi! I’m (Y/N)!” you’d said, leaning over the fence. The boy with the glasses was sitting in the grass, a large book propped up against his legs. “What’s your name?”

“Oh, uh, I-I’m Spencer,” he’d told you. 

You hiked yourself up over the fence and sat down next to him in the grass. “Hi, Spencer. What book is that?”

From that moment on, you and Spencer were near inseparable. Your mother joked that you were each other’s missing pieces. Where you were extroverted, Spencer was introverted. Where you had an interest in all things science and mathematics, Spencer had a love for the classics. 

After William left, your family stepped in to help Diana wherever possible. At least once a week, your mom would bring dinner over. If Spencer just needed to get out, he knew where the spare key was hidden. Your parents would drive Spencer to and from school, especially after the incident on the soccer field. 

When Spencer went off to college, your parents promised to keep an eye on Diana for him, as her condition was getting worse. In exchange, Spencer had to come home for dinner every other week. It wasn’t a hard bargain to keep. Spencer missed you while he was at school, and your parents genuinely worried for Diana. On her good days, she and your mom were close, sharing coffee and discussing novels and poetry together. 

Even when Spencer couldn’t come home to visit, he’d still spend hours on the phone with you. Your father would joke that the two of you were running up his phone bill and tying up the line, but you both knew he wasn’t seriously annoyed. 

Everyone in your lives were shocked you’d never dated. You’d both always claimed you were just best friends.

~

Spencer walked into the bullpen with a spring in his step. Rather than spending money on a hotel, you were staying in Spencer’s spare room while you were in town. Spencer had offered to take the week off, but you’d rejected the offer, knowing how important his job was. Besides, you were at a conference for your work most of the day. 

“Just as long as you don’t get hauled halfway across the country,” you’d joked. 

Spencer flopped onto his desk chair, a smile across his face. 

“Hey, Reid,” Emily said as she came in, setting her stuff at her own desk. 

“Hi, Emily,” he said, smiling down at the text you’d just sent him. 

(Y/N): SOMEONE BROUGHT THEIR DOG ON THE TRAIN!!!! 

(Y/N): IT WAS A BIG DOG STUFFED IN AN IKEA BAG!!!

“So, how long is your friend in town?” she asked. 

“The week,” Spencer told him as you sent him a picture of said dog. “She has a conference at the Kennedy Center.”

“You know,” Emily started, “you should invite her to join us for Happy Hour. Let us get to know her a bit.”

“I don’t know…”

“Aw, come on Reid! Why won’t you introduce us?”

“We talking about this Mystery Woman?” Morgan asked, coming over to the two adjoining desks. 

“Yeah. Reid’s refusing to introduce her to us.”

“Aw, come on, Kid. Are we really that bad?” Morgan said, leaning on his desk. 

Spencer sighed and rolled his eyes. “You’re not going to let up on this, are you?”

“Nope.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, grabbing his phone. 

Spencer: Hey, do you want to go out with my coworkers tonight? Our regular bar is having trivia night.

(Y/N): Sure, sounds fun!

Spencer let out a long sigh. “We’ll be there.”

~

“So, (Y/N),” Garcia said, sipping on her fruity drink, “Spencer said you’re in town for a work conference?”

“Oh, yeah,” you said. “I’m a neuropsychology researcher. My team’s most recent study got selected for a national conference, and they chose me as the spokesperson.” 

“Interesting. What’s the study?”

“We were looking at how psychological trauma impacts the physical structure of the brain.”

Spencer looked at you and how your face lit up as you told his team about your research. He was jolted out of his thoughts when he heard Prentiss speak up. 

“I guess it’s lucky you got chosen to speak about it then.”

“Oh, it’s not lucky,” you laughed. “I’m the only person involved in the study who isn’t a crippling introvert. I volunteered for it and they basically threw the money for accommodations at me in gratitude.” You leaned into Spencer’s side and sipped on the single drink you’d ordered. 

“So, work keeps you pretty busy, then?” Morgan asked. “I mean, Spencer’s been talking about you forever and this is the first time we’re meeting you.”

“Well, I do tend to be pretty busy. Usually Spence comes home to see us, not the other way around.”

“So, you still live out in Nevada, then?” JJ asked. 

“No, I actually live in California. I work at Stanford University but I visit my parents and Spencer’s mom about once a month.” You took a sip of your drink and leaned into Spencer’s side. The team looked at how you were curled up in Spencer’s space. They all knew how Spencer felt about physical contact. 

~

The next morning at the office, Morgan rolled his chair over to Spencer’s desk. 

“So, (Y/N)’s cool,” he said. “We like her.”

“Oh. Cool,” Spencer said, fighting back a smile. 

“Yeah, not only is she smart, but she’s cool, too. She’s like a cooler you.”

Spencer rolled his eyes. “Sure.”

“So, why haven’t you asked her out?”

“What?”

“Come on, kid, she’s perfect for you.”

“She’s my best friend, Morgan.”

“Exactly.” Morgan rapped gently on Reid’s desk. “Just think about it.”

~

“Hey, Spence,” you said as you walked into his apartment. 

“Hey,” he said without looking up from his book. “How was your day?”

“Oh, um, it was- it was good,” you said, walking over to sit with him. 

He sat the book on the coffee table and turned to look at you. “What’s wrong?”

You took a deep breath. “I got a job offer today.”

“What? That’s amazing! What’s the job?”

“It’s a lead researcher position at the University of Munich.” You bit your lip as you looked at Spencer, gauging his reaction.

“Oh! That’s-that’s great,” he said. “That’s- I mean, do you want the job?”

“Well, it’s a good offer,” you said. “I’d be heading up a research project on treatments for schizophrenia which, you know, has always been my goal. But I’d have to move to Germany. On the other hand, the benefits are great, and it would be a major pay raise.”

“Well, then, you should take it.”

“Oh.” You cleared your throat. “Oh, um, I just remembered. I was, uh, I was supposed to meet some colleagues for drinks.” You got up and rushed out the door, leaving a very confused Spencer sitting alone in his apartment. 

~

“I don’t get it,” Spencer said, spinning around in his chair. “She asked me what I thought about the job offer, I told her, and now she’s mad at me? She’s never been this mad at me before. She got herself a hotel room. I just- I don’t know what I did.”

“Walk us through it, Reid,” Emily said. “Walk us through exactly what happened.”

“She got a job offer from the University of Munich. It’s a great offer, better position, payment to relocate, all that kind of stuff. So I told her she should take it and-”

“Whoa, whoa, wait,” JJ cut in. “You told her to take the job?”

“Yeah? Why is that- What did I do wrong?”

JJ sighed. “Spence, it’s not just about the job.”

“You basically told her she should move halfway across the globe,” Emily said. “You’re effectively sending her away.”

“What? That’s not- that’s not what I want! That’s not- I don’t want that at all!”

“Then tell her that, Spence,” JJ said. “Look, it’s clear you’re in love with her. We all see it.”

“And for what it’s worth, (Y/N) feels the same,” Emily said. 

~

You were moping on a hotel bed, blankly staring at the sitcom playing on the TV, when someone started pounding on the door. 

“(Y/N), it’s me,” Spencer said from the other side of the door, still pounding against it.  “Open up. We need to talk.”

You dragged yourself out of the bed, wrapping the duvet around yourself. You trudged to the door where Spencer was still knocking. 

“Okay, okay, don’t burst the door down,” you grumbled, opening the door. Any residual anger you felt toward Spencer evaporated the moment you saw him. His hair was in disarray, his clothes were rumpled, and it looked like he hadn’t slept since you saw him last. “Oh, Spence,” you whispered. 

“We need to talk,” he said, slipping into the room. After taking a seat on the bed, he said, “Don’t take the job in Munich. Don’t go to Germany.”

“Spencer-”

“I talked with some admin over at George Washington U. They have an assistant professor job open in their biochem department. I can get you an interview without a problem and I can even help you look for an apartment if you want, just- don’t go.”

“Spencer-”

“(Y/N), I love you.”

You froze. “What?”

“You- you don’t have to say it back,” Spencer said. “But the thought of you being even further away- it kills me. I’m in love with you. And I think I always have been.”

You reached over and took his hand. “Spence. I love you, too.”

Spencer’s face broke into the biggest smile you’d ever seen on his face. “What? Really?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. “Spencer, I've been in love with you since we were 16 years old.”

“What? Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

You shrugged and stood up, pacing in front of the bed. “It was never the right time. Either you were in school or I was in school or you were starting a job or I was starting a job-“ you sighed. “Didn’t you ever wonder why I never dated? Didn’t you wonder why I only had 1 boyfriend when I was in high school and we broke up after, like, a month?”

“I just- I just figured you weren’t the dating type.”

You gave a small, sad smile. “No. It’s because my heart has always belonged to you. He knew it. Mom and Dad knew it. Everyone knew it before I did. Except you.”

Spencer smiled and shook his head, standing to join you. “We wasted so much time.” You saw a mischievous glint sharpen in his eyes. “And I’m not wasting anymore.” Spencer cupped your face and kissed you until you felt your knees go weak. He lifted you up and tossed you onto the hotel bed as you giggled. 

~

Spencer knocked on Hotch’s door before pushing it open. “Hotch? Can I talk to you?”

Hotch gestured to the chair across from his desk. “Sit. What’s up, Reid?”

“Uh, can I have two weeks off next month? I, uh, I’m helping my girlfriend move.” He couldn’t fight the smile on his face. 

“Your girlfriend?”

“Yeah, uh, (Y/N). We-we made it official. She’s moving to D.C. She got a job teaching at the university.”

“She moving in with you?” Hotch asked. “Seems a bit fast, don’t you think?”

“Well, no,” Spencer said. “I mean, yes, she’s moving in with me, but no, it’s not fast. We’ve known each other our entire lives. We know everything about each other. It makes sense.”

The corners of Hotch’s mouth twitched. “Well, you’ve definitely accrued enough vacation time. I’ll file the time off paperwork.”

“Thanks, Hotch.” Spencer got up to leave.

“Oh, and Reid?” Hotch called. Spencer turned around. “It’s good to see you smiling.”

[jeon-ify]

thoughts - choi san ft. mingi (part 2)

a/n: idk girl… i kinda want mingi to fuck her with tied up san and make him watch 😩

warnings: mean!dom mingi, sub!tied up san, swearing, pussy slapping, fingering, squirting, mingi fucks reader in front of san, spit play, face slapping, degradation, titty slapping, etc. if i missed anything lmk !

enjoy! not proofread :)

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the 2 weeks went by extremely fast, considering how you’ve spent it with san the entire time— in and out of his dorm. you felt guilty, but he was filling that void for you.

the drive to the airport felt like a dread. you wanted mingi to come back, honestly. but you didn’t want to go back to the vanilla sex that you’d been having with your boyfriend from this point on. you pull into the lane with doubt, maybe he’s upped his sex game, maybe he doesn’t want sex anymore. you think about ways to bring up the topic, but it just doesn’t flow.

you swerve into the lane to wait for mingi. after 20 minutes, you get out of the car and wait in the airport lobby for him. he arrives shortly, running to hug you and seeming so tired after working so hard. he wanted to surprise you with his project, but the last thing that was on your mind throughout those two weeks were what he was doing in japan.

“my baby, i missed you so much! how was japan?” you exclaim. he hugs you tightly, kissing you all over your face. your heart ached before him, not knowing how to handle the guilt.

how could you?

“it was so great, but i missed you so much, y/n.” he relaxes his head on your shoulder through the hug, your body warmth making him sleepy.

you carry his backpack and take his duffles to the car as he follows you out. he sits beside you, turning up the radio and listening to your playlist. “what’d you do while i was gone? we barely spoke.”

his head turns to face you as he questions you. it feels like you’re being convicted of a felony, your heart falls to your ass as you try to come up with a lie. he watches your breathing change and your face flush with red.

“honestly i was super bored. i…” you pause, taking in a deep breath and chuckling before continuing your bullshit, “don’t know how i managed. how was your filmmaking? was it exciting?”

he stays quiet, his face straight, plastered with suspicion.

“it was exciting, thanks. what’d you do the day i left? yeosang said you stopped by. what was that about?” you literally cannot come up with anything else, so you decide to ‘tell the truth’.

“i was bored so i hung out with wooyoung and jongho for a little bit but then i went home, why?” you reach a red light as mingi grabs your thigh, squeezing tightly. he squeezes almost too tight that it begins to hurt.

“mm, but they weren’t at the house, y/n. what were you doing there?” he looks out the window, trying to think of what he’ll do when you confess and make it easier so he’s not worried about if you’re cheating or not— he’d just know. he hopes he’s wrong, though.

“n-no. mingi, you’re hurting me.” he squeezes your inner thigh as the car swerves just a little bit out of the lane. you feel like he’s gonna rip a chunk of your thigh off of you, tears welling up in your eyes.

“yeah? it didn’t hurt me when i heard you on the phone fucking san? do you think i’m stupid, y/n? i told you not to go near san, didn’t i?” you fall silent as your ears begin to ring.

he knew.

but san didn’t say anything?

but he heard your voice.

“fucking answer me,” he brings his hand up to your throat to cut off your airways as a threat to make you speak.

“y-yes,” you gasp. you literally feel like your body gave up on you as your limbs all fall numb into mingi’s touch.

“why are you fucking my friends? the one friend i told you to fucking stay away from. he’s married, hm? you’re home-wrecking, darling. are you a whore? are you san’s whore?”

“n-no, mingi, please,” you moan. he lets you go as you pull into the driveway of your home, seeing a familiar car parked in the front.

leaving all his luggage in the trunk, he slams the door closed as he goes to open your door. he pulls you out by your wrist, slamming the door shut behind you and dragging you into the house. you stop in your tracks when you see a familiar pair of shoes on the doormat.

“keep walking.” he demands. your legs shake in fear and somehow, arousal. mingi has never been this rough with you, and somehow it sends a shock down to your core.

you slowly walk over to your shared bedroom, opening the door and seeing what you thought you’d never see— san on your bed.

you stop and stare at the man on mingi’s side of the bed. he’s sat up straight with his hands tied behind his back, his feet tied together, and a black piece of duct tape on his mouth. a layer of sweat envelopes his toned torso, his black hair slowly moves with every breath he takes. the silver chain he wears is now covered in beads of sweat as the veins in his neck become more prominent. you would be lying if you said that you didn’t want to bounce on his dick at that given moment.

you feel mingi’s chest press against your back as his hand moves to wrap itself around your throat. he feels your heartbeat through your neck, gulping in fear.

“what’s wrong, baby? cat got your tongue?” his deep voice grumbles in your ear. his teeth graze against your ear, sending chills down your body.

“m-mingi, what’s going on?” you shake and try to break away from mingi’s grasp, not breaking eye contact with the man tied up on your boyfriend’s side of the bed.

“you thought i wouldn’t know if you were whoring around with my friends? i’m many things, but i’m not stupid.” he lets go of you, shoving you further into the room and closer to san.

you hear san whimper, his head thrown back in irritation from how he can’t fuck you into oblivion in front of your boyfriend.

san loved so many things about you— but what he loved the most was how turned on he gets whenever you get helpless. you’re like a brainless whore he wants to fuck over and over— just for him to use.

it’s almost like a continuous battle between the two— and hopefully, your boyfriend would win. you’re rooting for him.

san groans something that you make out to say “take this off,” but he’s enjoying every minute of it. he feels like he’s gonna cum in his pants from the way mingi is undressing you.

mingi takes your sweats off first, then proceeds to taking off your tanktop. you gasp and try to cover your chest as he takes your bra off with only one hand. when he sees your hands fly up to cover yourself, he pins your wrist between his large hands.

“let’s not act all modest now, y/n.”

he proceeds to sliding your soaked panties off, a string of arousal connected to your pussy makes mingi groan, and san’s eyes roll.

mingi pulls you by your hair and bends you over the dresser in front of san. he stands beside your bare body, staring at san through the reflection of the mirror. both of their breaths pick up at the sight, mingi glaring at san and watching him stare at his naked girlfriend.

“i’m gonna ask you once, y/n. is he better?” mingi challenges you in answering the question you fear your life to answer. of course san was better at sex, but you’d never admit to your boyfriend.

“fuck! no, please—“ you feel your legs weaken as mingi plunges two fingers into your sopping cunt, not giving you the chance to answer his question. he lands a sharp slap onto your cunt, making your body shiver.

“no?” his fingers move quickly, feeling the way you’re about to cum all over his fingers. he feels you sucking him in and clenching around his long fingers, so he pulls out before you could release.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry, mingi.” your breath hitches as you cry out in desperation for a release— and a hint of guilt. you literally feel like karma is biting you in the ass, no matter how pleasured you are.

with your juices all over his middle fingers, mingi’s tall and lean figure walks over to san and rips the tape off of his face. san winces in pain, a smirk plastered all over his face. a soft red tint blankets his skin as he takes in a deep breath and licks his puffy lips.

“open— there you go. taste my girlfriend’s cum all over my fingers.” mingi groans— impossibly but somehow possibly— growing harder at the action of his friend sucking your precum off his fingers.

“she tastes phenomenal, mingi. you’ve missed out.” san breathes out deeply after mingi releases his fingers with a pop. you watch the entire scene happen before you, your thighs clenching with need. you’re taken aback when mingi grips the back of san’s head, forcing him to stand up straight.

“y/n, come here.” you follow his command weakly. you immediately fall to your knees before the two men, legs shaking as mingi moves the strand of hair that delicately falls on your forehead. he makes you seem so innocent, but he knows, and so do you and san know, that that is far from what you are.

san watches as you drool before your boyfriend. “open your mouth, pretty girl,” san speaks up as he lands a wad of spit onto your tongue. you swallow with pride, watching mingi glare at the encounter before him.

“you just open your mouth to anyone, mm?” mingi is upset, but san is so fucking turned on, he literally feels like he’s gonna explode.

you (un)intentionally unzip mingi’s pants, looking san in the eyes. you pull the band of his boxers down, revealing his aching cock, just for you to claim into your throat. you lick a long stripe up the length, not breaking eye contact with san as you so whore-ishly suck on your boyfriend’s cock.

“thinking of me, butterfly? remember me when you fuck him, ‘kay?” the man says as you take mingi’s entire length into your mouth, the aching tip touching the back of your throat making your eyes water.

as his hand starts forming a makeshift ponytail and pushing your head down, san wishing he can break free from the restrains on his hands. he so badly wants to pull out his painful cock and start stroking himself before the both of you.

“mingi, you’re so big. how’s she gonna take you?” san questions, his breath hitching and deepening.

“she’s been stretched out enough. i’m sure you’re loose now from all the dick you’ve been taking while i was gone, yeah?” he pulls you off of his length to throw you onto the bed like a ragdoll.

you gasp at the action, san’s head turning to face you as he whines.

“please, untie me. wanna cum so bad.”

mingi ignores his friend’s cries, moving down to spit on your abused cunt. he slides his tank top off, throwing it somewhere in the room as he leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead. a sign of care slightly shows in mingi’s eyes, but the way he plunges his cock so hard into you immediately blocks out the kind gesture he gave you. your legs jolt at the powerful and radical thrusts that mingi gives you, crying out for mercy.

“fuck, mingi sl-slow down! it hurts,” you’re not sure if you want him to stop, but it hurts so good.

he lands a painfully sharp slap onto your right tit, making you wince out in pain and pleasure.

“yeah? but you can fuck san for days and not say anything? who’s hurt, darling? which one of us is really hurt?” you feel so fucking guilty. your eyes well up in tears as you try to apologize, because mingi’s given you nothing but love, respect, support, and most of all, he understood you the way no one else could.

how could you do something so terrible to him?

“i’m sorry! i’m so fucking sorry-“ you’re reaching your orgasm, cumming on the base of mingi’s cock. he feels you clenching around him as his thrusts come to a slow. his hand rubs on the red area on your chest, leaving a kiss on the irritated spot.

“yeah? how sorry? use your words,” his deep voice is so beautiful, it almost makes you cum again from the way he’s talking in your ear.

“f-for fucking your friends, i— fuck, please—“ you cry out.

while san watches, a spot on his pants becomes a darker shade, indicating that he literally came in his pants. he’s been moaning and whining and whimpering, all while mingi fucks you senseless.

“listen to me, hyung. if you ever get near my girl again, i’ll fucking kill you, you hear me?” mingi doesn’t face san, nor does he blink. he doesn’t break eye contact with you as he pounds into you deeply, hitting your cervix over and over, making you squirt around him and staining his sheets. his hand caresses your cheek as his warm minty breath fans into your face. his eyes roll to the back of his head, listening to your cries.

san doesn’t answer. instead, he groans and tries to wriggle his hands out of the restraints. he watches his friend fuck you hard, wishing it were him. he’s fucked you all 14 days, he just can’t get enough.

neither can mingi— as he licks up the tears that flow onto your cheeks.

“why are you crying, hm? do you feel sorry for being a slut behind my back?” mingi’s faux concern masks his lust, making you clench around him for the fourth time tonight.

“you’re clenching me so tight, oh my goddd, ‘m not going anywhere,” he pulls out before you can cum around him, standing up to untie san.

“fuck, thank you, mingi.” san hurries to take his pants off and stand before you, stroking his painfully hard cock. mingi watches as san gets off on his own girlfriend, not understanding how he hasn’t killed him yet for looking at you.

“you can fuck her, and don’t hold back. she likes it hard.” mingi speaks up, making your heart drop to your ass as you’re about to cheat on your boyfriend again, in front of him.

“m-mings—“ you’re silenced by san’s hand around your mouth as he immediately plunges his long and familiar cock into your wet, stretched out pussy. he pounds into you almost in an animalistic manner, making your vision cloud and your stomach clench from the painful orgasm.

“don’t call out for him, i’m the one fucking you, look at me.” he groans out as he grabs your chin, forcing you to watch him fuck you again.

mingi sits where san was, jerking off his long and hard length from how hot it was that you were so helpless and ‘innocent’ from fucking someone else.

“slap her.”

san lands a sharp slap on the left side of your face, grabbing your jaw and moving you back into place just to slap you again.

he repeats the action one more time as you slap him back. his thrusts stop. feeling disrespected and taken aback, san thrusts into you harder as your body jolts and shakes. you squirt again, all over san as mingi whimpers and groans from beside you.

“shit! i’m cumming, fucking cumming, mingi. where—“ you whine out again, mingi standing up and reaching his orgasm as well.

“me too, fuck— cum on her tits, all over her.”

“cum all over me, please—“ you whine out with a dry throat while both men release their load all over your chest, even on your chin.

“so much cum, just for my bitch, yeah?” mingi groans breathily as you nod for him in response.

san walks away to clean up and put his clothes on in the bathroom, leaving the two of you alone.

“go near that fucker again, i’ll kill the both of you in a heartbeat. am i clear?” he says with a doe eyed smile as if he was a puppy, planting a kiss on your plump lips.

“y-yes.”

————

i—

my god.

[queensunshinee]

Time Of Our Lives || Part 9

warnings: SMUT! 18+!, dirty talk, p in v sex, oral sex, fingering, praise.

Part 9

"What did I miss?" Liana asked as she sat down, seeing the boys exchange looks. Sometimes they spoke without words. She always envied that connection. She didn’t have anyone who could understand her with just a nod or a blink or, in this case, a stare.

"Hello, Earth to Art and Patrick?" she tried to join in, but something about the current situation didn’t feel right. "It's my turn to go inside. I need to drink some water. You two catch up, it's been a while since you’ve seen each other," Art said without looking at her, causing Liana to frown as he walked away. "That was weird, right?" she asked Patrick, who responded with a half-smile. "When is Art not weird?" he said. "How are you?" he asked, turning his gaze back to her and seeing her give the widest smile she could offer anyone. "Do you forgive me?" she asked, moving to sit next to him, placing her head on his shoulder. "What do I have to forgive you for, Amanda?" he chuckled, tracing shapes on her shoulder while taking another sip of champagne. "I was terrible. The exams made me crazy," she tried to justify her behavior over the past month. "Do you know if you're leaving yet?" he asked. "I’ll know when we get back from vacation. I’m terrified," she murmured. On one hand, Liana desperately wanted that year in Oxford. She wanted to see Europe. The architecture. The atmosphere. The culture. She wanted to see something other than the American suburb she had lived in her whole life, with the same people and the same opinions and the same tennis. On the other hand, she didn’t want to break her parents’ hearts. Her parents who had always talked about Stanford and how she’d join the family business after she finished school, and her parents who were the best people she knew but whose dreams for her flew past them as if they were never there. And now there was Art too. Art, who in the past two days had made her feel things she had never felt before. Art, who in the months at Stanford had become an inseparable part of her life. Art, who made her stomach ache at the thought of not seeing him for a year. Art, who still didn’t know she was considering leaving. "You’ll pass that test, we both know you will," Patrick said calmly. "And then you'll conquer Europe, building by building." He chuckled, but his voice faded with each word. "And we'll stay here, missing you," he said, and she straightened up, looking at him. "I’m not going to die, you know," Liana rolled her eyes, trying to lighten the conversation. "No, you're just going to meet people much better than us, and I'm enough of a bastard to be worried about that," he said honestly. "I don’t think there are many people in the world better than you, Patrick," she concluded. The next day Art left. He texted her that a spot opened up in some tennis group he could join, and he didn’t want to miss the opportunity. That he’d see her at Stanford. When Liana tried to call, he didn’t answer. So they kept missing each other throughout the vacation, she trying to call just as he was going into practice or the shower or falling asleep, and him sending messages that he was okay, just busy. On the last day of the vacation, she received a message that her exam results had come in. She had been accepted. Liana cried. Which wasn’t anything special because objectively Liana cried a lot, but this time she cried out of excitement. All the effort she put in had paid off, and now she could prepare for the student exchange. She could make her dream come true, start being a real person in the world. The conversation with her parents was horrible. There were shouts and accusations, and her mother said they wouldn’t pay for this, which Liana had suspected might happen. Her father seemed more conciliatory but didn’t say much. "Do you think Mom will be mad at me for long?" she asked him on the way to the airport. If there was one thing Liana hated, it was that it was always obvious she had been crying. Her pale face would turn red, and her eyes would swell, sometimes for days. This was one of those cases. It could be said with confidence that Liana looked like she had been run over by a bus yesterday.

"I know it doesn’t look like it, but we’re proud of you. Mom will come around, don’t worry," her father hugged her as they got out of the car. "I want this so much, Dad," she sighed.

"I know, honey," he said, kissing the top of her head. He hated seeing the emotional turmoil his daughter was in. His daughter, who above all feared disappointing people. "I’ll come back to Stanford after that," she mumbled, feeling the lump in her throat take over again. "I don’t want her to hate me," she looked at him with teary eyes.

"She doesn’t hate you. Li, look at me." Her father tried to wipe her tears. "Your mother is a stubborn woman, and you’ll see that a month after you’re there, she’ll come visit you." He smiled, and she nodded, not sure she believed what he said. "Besides, you have another semester at Stanford. Make the most of it, maybe you’ll love the place as much as we did." He shrugged, seeing her take a deep breath, trying to calm down. "I love you, Dad," she hugged him again and started to walk away, hoping everything would calm down and her mother would eventually look at her like she did before she told her she was planning to leave. Art opened the door after five knocks, looking at her with a puzzled expression. "Did we have plans?" he asked. "Hey Arthur, I missed you too," she rolled her eyes and gave him a small kiss on the lips, seeing him close his eyes and deepen the kiss within seconds as he closed the door. "Hey," he smiled at her and moved her hair out of her face. "Have you been crying?" he asked after examining her. Art couldn’t stop himself from asking. It was like an instinct; seeing what he could do to make her feel better. But he was so mad at her that he didn’t really want to talk to her or know how she felt right now; after all, she didn’t care how he felt. He did want to fuck her. He wanted to feel like she was his. He was afraid he was a little addicted to the feeling of looking at her and feeling like she was entirely his. He was afraid that if she left, he wouldn’t feel that way again. He was afraid of losing.

"Did you know?" his mother asked on the phone. Her voice worried. "What?" he returned the question, panting after practice. "That Liana is planning to leave for Oxford? Did you know that?" she demanded the truth. And the truth was that he knew she was leaving. But he didn’t know where or when and he didn’t know it was official. His heart pounded faster. "Yes, I knew," he mumbled, not wanting to reveal how far he felt from Liana in reality. Not wanting to reveal how stupid he felt that of all people, Patrick knew before him. "How could you not say anything, Art, she's our Liana. How will she manage in England alone? She barely manages to find her way in the supermarket without getting lost," his mother sighed. And she was right. He knew she was right. And she wasn’t even their Liana; she was his Liana. And she was his Liana for exactly two days. What an idiot he is. "She’s a big girl. She can navigate the supermarket in England without getting lost. I have to go," he mumbled, angry at himself for still feeling the need to protect her. "Just tired from the flight," she smiled at him a tired smile and felt his lips leaving small kisses on her neck, causing her to close her eyes. "Can I help?" his voice was teasing as he took off her shirt without much resistance. Examining her for a second, as if trying to remember how she looked. "You're already helping," she smiled a genuine smile, and his lips were on her again, hungrier than she had felt him so far. "I want you so much, Li," he groaned into her mouth. His tongue intertwining with hers as if he had wandered for years in the desert and she was his source of water. "Do you want this?" he asked, as they moved to his bed and she nodded. In complete haze, at this point, she decided that Art Donaldson could do whatever he wanted with her. And it was a liberating decision. Knowing she was safe in his hands and he decided how good she could feel now. "Words, Liana," he demanded as he started taking off her jeans. She didn’t even notice she was already half-naked in front of him. "You're wearing too many clothes," she mumbled incoherently as his hand brushed over her panties. "You're already wet, Li?" his voice was amused as he took off his shirt. "Already ready for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet," he whispered in her ear and heard her moan, which caused him to release a groan of his own. "Do you want this?" he asked again. This time his hand applied more pressure over her panties. "Art." Her voice was desperate. "Please," she whispered, and he bit his lip. Stopping himself from all the things he wanted to do with her. "Please, what?" he asked, his mouth close to hers, teasing, barely touching. He kissed her right cheek and then her left

"Touch me. Please," she almost cried out of frustration and desperation, exactly the way he wanted her. His. His again. And he felt desperate too, so her panties came off in a flash and he gave her exactly what she wanted. He heard her moan beneath him as his fingers moved inside her rhythmically. He felt how tight she was. He tried not to imagine his dick inside her, thinking he might not last. She was a virgin. He knew that. She had told him. He was going to be the first inside her. "So good for me, Li," he murmured and smiled, never taking his eyes off her. He didn't think anyone could look better than Liana did now, beneath him, eyes closed, desperate sounds escaping her, moaning his name. He was sure the student in the room next door was jerking off to the sound of her. He was sure no one in the world could resist Liana Levy when she looked like that beneath him. He was no different from anyone else. Almost captivated. Almost helpless. Just wanting to deliver. Just wanting her to always be like that for him. His lips roamed over her body until they reached her clit, while his hand sped up.

"You take me so well, Li," he said as the room filled with the sound of her fluids and moans.

"I'm going to-" she mumbled, her voice breaking, making him look up at her. He had to see her come. He had to remember this moment.

"Come for me, Li, come on. I want to see you," he demanded in the most authoritative voice he could muster, even though he felt himself melting under her influence.

"Art," she moaned again.

And he was right, her face in that moment was truly the most beautiful thing he'd seen in his 20 years of existence. Her half-open mouth, her eyes closed, slightly teary, her hand on her breast. It was a magnificent sight and he knew only he had seen her like this.

Her body shook and he gave one last kiss on her sensitive clit, then stood before her.

"Open your eyes, Li," he said, and she did exactly as he commanded. "Kiss me. Taste yourself." Another half-command with a smile and scheming eyes. Within seconds, her lips were on his, her tongue mingling with his intensely, just wanting more.

"I want to be inside you," he murmured, and she nodded. "Can I?" he asked. He had to ask. He knew she could say no and he would have to accept it, and if he were less greedy, he might even be satisfied with that anyway.

But he was so angry with her. He wanted her to know. He wanted her to know that just as he was hers, she was his. That she couldn't just ignore him like that. Dismiss him as if he didn't matter.

"Yes," she murmured into his mouth, feeling him smile against her.

"Yes, what?" he asked, teasing.

"Fuck me," she whispered, and it came out vulgar and blunt, uncharacteristic of the girl in front of him. She was even surprised by the words that left her mouth, her eyes widening for a moment before remembering it was Art and relaxing. She was safe with Art. He wouldn't use her words against her. It was okay for her to need him.

"I didn't hear you," he murmured, removing the rest of his clothes and moving to his desk to grab a condom. "I'm on this side of the room, Liana. You need to speak louder." He leaned against the wall as he put the condom on, taking a breath. He had to steady his breathing if he wanted to last inside her for more than three seconds.

"Please, Art. I want to feel you inside me," she said louder, more confidently, more desperately. He moved toward her. "Please fuck me," she looked him in the eyes and bit her lip, feeling almost small but also kind of powerful. He looked almost as desperate as she did as his hand traced her face and then her chest, stopping at her sensitive nipple, making her moan.

"That much, huh?" he asked, positioning the tip of his dick at her entrance and hearing her sigh in response. "Don't worry, I've got you. Are you going to be good for me, Li?" he asked, watching her nod in response. "Are you going to take me like you were made for me?" he asked again.

"Yes, please. Art." She was almost crying with frustration. Liana didn't know what to do to make him enter her already. To feel him. For him to fill her with himself. For him to be close to her. Part of her. She didn't know when she started feeling all these emotions for Art Donaldson, but now was not the time to figure it out. He began to slide into her.

"Oh, Art," she bit his shoulder, making him groan.

"Fuck, Liana. So tight. Fuck. Hang in there, baby, are you okay?" he asked, studying her.

"More," she mumbled. The pain didn't matter. She just wanted him. She wanted all of him. He did move more. A bit more each time. Another moan and another sigh each time until he was fully inside her. Their lips merged in their most sloppy kiss yet. They were one for a moment.

"You can move," she managed to say after a few seconds.

"Are you sure?" he asked, seeing her nod. "Fuck, Li. I won't last long like this," he murmured, his movements gentle. He was careful with her.

When he felt he was close and knew she wouldn't come from the first time someone inside her, he added a finger to play with her clit.

"Fuck, Art," she moaned his name for the umpteenth time.

"I know. You're doing such a good job, Li, taking care of me so well," he said, feeling her tighten around him, bringing him to the edge almost with her.

After a few seconds, he gently pulled out of her, seeing her panting and feeling just as spent. He took off the condom and walked it to the trash, finding his boxers on the way and putting them on. He saw the girl in front of him, completely naked. Completely his.

"When were you planning to tell me?" he asked, looking at her from a distance.

Liana was still in euphoria, her eyes half-closed, confused by the question. "What are you talking about?" she sounded amused, looking at him with a smile as he put on a shirt. For a moment, she felt fragile, not understanding how she was still completely naked while he was fully dressed in front of her.

"About leaving Stanford. About Oxford? I don't know. Maybe there are more things you'd like to tell me." His gaze was cold, making Liana freeze too. She felt her nakedness now. She understood why he was dressed and she wasn't. She was vulnerable right now.

"How long have you known?" she asked quietly, swallowing and searching for her clothes.

"My mom asked me about it yesterday," he said, never taking his eyes off her. "Do you know how stupid I felt when I lied and told her I knew?" he asked. His voice didn't rise, but the frustration was clear.

"Art, I found out two days ago," her eyes glistened and she breathed quickly, feeling everything slipping away from her. He was slipping away from her.

"You're lying," he stated with an eye roll, sitting down on the bed.

"Art," she knelt in front of him, studying his face. He showed no emotion, only coldness.

"It's okay, Liana. We both know what this is," he said, instinctively moving her hair out of her face.

"What is it?" she swallowed. She knew Art. She knew he was about to say something he'd regret, and yet she still pushed him to say it.

"It's me passing time until Tashi realizes she wants me," he said, seeing her expression change to one he'd never seen on her before. She moved his hand from her face quickly and scooted back on the floor as fast as he didn't know she was capable of, as if afraid of his touch.

"Wow." She swallowed, looking at him, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," she tried to salvage the situation, and he chuckled.

"Come on, Liana." He rolled his eyes and lay down on the bed, no longer looking at her.

"You just fucked me, Art." She felt sick. It was the first time she had slept with someone. He knew that. She felt so humiliated.

"I know. I was there, and if I remember correctly, you asked for it. More precisely, you begged-"

"Shut up. Just shut up." She cut him off and stood up. She couldn't hide her tears anymore.

"Why did you do it? We could have just continued meeting at family dinners. Seeing each other in the hallway and occasionally saying hello. Why did you do it?" It came as a sob. She had never felt so humiliated. It was like a truck had run over her.

"I was bored, and you were cute, and let's be honest, a little desperate," her hand found its way to his cheek with a force neither of them knew she possessed. She wanted to apologize automatically because she wasn't violent, but it didn't come out.

"I hate you so much. I will never forgive you. You are the worst person I know." She mumbled and moved toward the door.

"At least I beat Patrick to it," he found himself saying. He had to have the last word in every argument.

"No, Art. You lost to Patrick. Even in twenty years, you won't have half the character and heart that Patrick has already. You're a complete loser compared to him, and I hope you never forget that." She said without stuttering while he didn't take his eyes off her, swallowing hard, finally hearing the door slam.

The moment Liana reached her room, after passing a considerable number of people who looked at her with worried expressions, some even trying to ask if she was okay, she collapsed on the floor and let out the loudest cry that had probably ever escaped her. She felt dirty. Almost used. She had trusted the wrong person.

She picked up the phone to call the only person she thought could understand her.

"Liana, are you okay?" Patrick sounded concerned and confused, probably because of the late hour.

"He really hurt me and I didn't know who else to call," she managed to say through her tears, hearing Patrick sigh, as if silently saying he knew. He knew this would happen.

Writing this part kinda broke me. I know Art was being cruel, but well, he was acting out without thinking about the consequences. Got your requests and maybe on the weekend we'll give Liana/Patrick/Art some more layers. Keep sending me questions and such. I LOVE it. Hope you're still enjoying and again, if you wanna join the taglist, say the word ❤️

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Chapter Four: The Dungeon Master and Depression

***BEFORE YOU READ ANY FURTHER THERE IS GOING TO BE SEX, HEAVY BDSM THEMES, AND OTHER GENERAL NSFW THINGS. IF YOU ARE A MINOR/A BLANK BLOG/ A BLOG WITH NO AGE PLEASE DO NOT INTEREACT! IF I SEE IT, I WILL BLOCK IMMEDIATELY! THANKS!<3***

Pairing: Professor! Steve Harrington x Best Friends Dad! Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Angst, alcohol consumption, Steve needs a hug, sad Steve, Eddie being the literal sexiest man on the planet, daddy kink, spit kink, spanking, cum eating, squirting, bondage, masterbation, Dom! Eddie, dirty talk, pet names, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), BDSM themes, Eddie and Steve are in their early to mid 40s and reader is in her mid 20s

Summary: Eddie shows you a side of him you haven't seen before and things with Steve take a turn for the worst

Authors Note: Hi yall, i just wanted to say thank you for all the love on this series so far, ive really enjoyed writing it! also im very nervy about posting this chapter bc the smut is intense! i prommy it wont always be this intense but anyways ENJOY :D 9k

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The next few days were spent mostly consoling Violet, she had made the decision to break up with Quinn. She didn’t trust them anymore and you didn’t blame her. You and Eddie took turns holding her when she cried or getting her to shower and eat food. It left little time for you and Eddie to spend time alone, never getting the chance to finish what you started after your date.

You could steal kisses here and there, but no heavy petting. It was driving you insane, it was like the universe was punishing you for dating your best friend’s dad.

After a few days she decided she needed to get out of Hawkins for a little while and went to spend a week at her mom’s. You made her promise to text her whenever she needed, and Eddie offered again to go over to talk to Quinn. She waved both of you off, reassuring you that she’d be fine. You drove her to the airport and off she went.

It made you feel guilty that you were so relieved that she had left, you felt like you were the worst best friend in the world. First dating her dad, and secondly happy she was leaving you after just having a brutal break-up.

What kind of friend are you?

You spent the next few days catching up on school, finally getting a chance to focus now that you didn’t have to worry about Violet as much. Not wanting to waste the very limited time the two of you had at Eddies, you spent the nights at his house covering the entire house in random textbooks and various versions of assignments. Sometimes the two of you would sit on the couch, he would watch tv while you studied, or you’d be in a chair out in the garage while Eddie played guitar and smoked. Or your favorite, cuddled up on his lap on his bed, Eddie silently reading a book and caressing the skin available to him.

It was perfect domestic bliss, he’d cook the two of you breakfast in the morning, and he’d come home to a homecooked meal in the evening. The only thing you were missing was his cock, mid terms were coming up and you were absolutely swamped. Spending all of your time that wasn’t spent at school, or working, was dedicated to more school. It was frying your brain.

Then one day you had finally had enough, another one of your professors had added another paper due on top of studying for all of your other exams. You had so many things you needed to get done before Thanksgiving you thought your head was going to explode.

You spent some time crying in your car that day, before walking up the driveway into Eddies house. Now a second home to you, you take off your shoes and head to Eddies bedroom and snuggling under the sheets, breathing in his scent. You hear Eddies familiar footsteps coming up the stairs into the bedroom the two of you basically shared.

“hey sweetpea-“ the rest of his greeting dying on his lips.

You feel him before you see him, he just slides into bed with you and holds you tightly against him. Then you lose it some more, crying into one of his pillows, just so stressed out. You needed all of it to go away, you didn’t want to think anymore.

He pushes the hair out of your face and wipes away your tears, “hey talk to me baby, what’s goin on? Hmm?” he questions, concern in his voice.

“It’s too much” you croak, turning over and nuzzling your face into his chest.

“Make it go away, please make it go away, my brain is so tired, I just need a break!” you sob harder into his embrace.

Eddie wrapped his arms around your body, protecting you from the outside world.

“I know baby, I know, I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry” he says calmly, leaving little kisses in your hair.

The two of you tangled up together in silence, just him touching your skin and you holding on to him for dear life. It stays like this for a few minutes. You can practically hear Eddies mind working a thousand miles a minute.

“... do you really want it to go away?” Eddie asks, almost a whisper.

You nodded feverishly into his chest, grabbing his shirt and pulling him impossibly closer to you.

“Please,” you whisper into his chest.

Eddie pulls the two of you apart so you can see his face, his eyes serious with anticipation. He caresses your cheek with his hand, running his thumb across your lips.

“I wanna show you something, you don’t have to say yes. But I think it might help.” He says, waiting for your answer.

You nod your head, ready to try anything to get your brain to calm down. He takes you by your hands, carefully getting you up and on your feet. Being so gentle with you, almost like he was afraid you’d break if he moved to quick or touched you too hard. Eddie led you down the stairs into the kitchen, right in front of the basement door.

He looked at you anxiously, you rarely if ever saw him anxious, it made your heart rate spike a little feeding off his nervous energy.

He opens the door and leads you down into the basement, immediately confused by Eddies immense anxiety. It’s just a basement, it had loads of Eddies DnD books nicely tucked away on bookshelves, a huge circular table in the middle with papers scattered all over it, and a bunch of props and miniatures that you assumed Eddie used for various DnD campaigns. Eddie meets you at the bottom of the stairs and puts his hand in yours, his eyes still timid.

“Sorry it’s a bit of a mess, I’ve been working on a new campaign.” He says while nervously scratching the back of his head. You squeeze his hand giving him some reassurance.

“Look, I know we haven’t been dating very long, but I really fucking like you. So just bear with me kay? I don’t wanna scare you off,” he states, fiddling with your fingers in his hands.

“You could never scare me off Eddie” you say plainly, having more admiration for him than almost anybody else.

With a sigh he guides you past all the DnD stuff into a hidden black door under the stairs, the door locked with a key padlock.

Eddie grabs a key off a chain that’s on his neck that he wears every day, you always thought it was just for decoration and not practical use. He turns the key into the lock and leads you into a dark room and turns on the light.

It takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the room, not really sure what you’re seeing. The walls are blood red, various toys, whips, paddles, and a saint Andrews cross leaning in the corner between two walls. At the center of the room was a bed with black satin sheets, with a black bed frame with various hooks and chains attached to it.

You look at Eddie in surprise, you didn’t expect him to have a whole fucking sex dungeon in his basement. You were impressed, you usually only read about stuff like this in your books. Never thinking that you’d actually get to experience it in real life.

“This is uh, welcome to my dungeon” he says, grandiosely waving his hands to show off the room, chuckling nervously to himself. You smile lightly at him, still your goofy Eddie.

“You can totally tell me to fuck off, and we don’t ever have to talk about this ever again, scouts honor. I just.. I thought maybe because of the books you like to read. Maybe we had uhm similar interests,” he says, closing the door behind the two of you.

You’re still in awe of what you see before you, finding something new to look at every second, you start to feel yourself getting excited. The anxiety melting away the longer you were in this room, like it was magic.

“Please say something, anything, you’re killin’ me here darlin,” he says, pulling your hand to his lips, leaving tiny kisses in their wake.

You walk farther into the room, dusting your fingers along the various toys and instruments on the wall. Eddie follows suit, rubbing his arms up and down your shoulders while you look. You turn around and wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a deep kiss. He looks at you hungrily, waiting for your next move, you’ve never wanted him more.

“Turn off my brain Eds, please,” you beg, putting on your prettiest doe eyes.

Eddie curses under his breath and shakes his head trying to concentrate. He hugs you tightly as a thank you that you didn’t run out of the room kicking and screaming. He sits the two of you on a bench at the foot of the bed, holding your hands in his.

“Alright sweetness, I gotta lay down a few rules before we play, okay?” He says, clearly in his element. You nod, understanding what he means. Being familiar with the world of BDSM, but never getting to act on it before.

“First things first, safe words, If I ask you for your color, you respond with Green, Yellow, or Red. Green meaning you’re okay mentally and physically and I can keep going. Yellow meaning that you’re reaching your limit and I need to check in with you. Red meaning stop, you say this word and whatever scene we are doing will stop immediately and we will go into aftercare. I want you to feel safe during every single part of this, so don’t be afraid to stop a scene, okay? This is supposed to be fun for the both of us. Ya with me so far?” He smiles lightly trying to keep the tension light but letting know that he means business.

“With ya Eds,” you say with a nod of your head.

You can practically hear his heart swelling with pride. He continues to go through some more safety rules, what to do if you’re bound or gagged and can’t say a safe word. He goes through some walk throughs of what some of the various toys do, to see what piques your interest. He asks you if you know any of your hard or soft limits, you give him some basic ones, open to a lot considering you didn’t have a ton of real life experience in this department. You were starting to get a little nervous, hoping that you would live up to Eddies expectations.

He senses the panic inside you and squeezes your hands. “Don’t worry okay? You agreeing to try this with me is already a dream come true, I just want to help you feel better, help you let go.” He says sweetly.

You take a deep breath and lean back into him on the bench. He rubs his hands soothingly up and down your arms and then around your waist, tugging up the bottom of your shirt and lifting it over your head, and does the same with your leggings. He has you stand in front of him, leaving you in only your bra and underwear, your skin erupting in goosebumps when it hits the cold air.

“Beautiful,” he says breathlessly, his eyes scanning over every inch of your body. You look at him, you can see his cock already stiffening in the confines of his pants.

“Bend over for me baby,” he commands. Situating you over his lap, ass in the air, making your thoughts immediately cloud with want. You had never been in such a compromising position before and you loved it, showing yourself off to him.

“I’ll start slow, remember, any time you need to stop just say red and I’ll stop okay?” he reminds you one last time before he starts.

He readies you by palming each of your cheeks with his hands, increasing the pressure with each touch. You can already feel the heat rising in your body, your legs squirming together trying to find any sort of friction. Eddie seeing your desperation grabs your legs forcing them apart with his leg.

“You’re so fuckin cute, you’ll learn,” he warns, earning you a light slap across your left check. You gasp not expecting it, making your eyes roll back in pleasure, grinding your hips against Eddie’s clothed legs.

Two more light slaps come down on each cheek, eliciting a whimper from your lips, your hips grinding up wanting more. You can feel his length twitch underneath you with every smack, and your wetness seeping into your panties, you’d never been this desperate in your life.

“What’s your color princess, you doin okay?” he questions, genuine concern in his voice that makes your heart swell.

“Green Eds, m’ good,” you say hazily, your mind starting to cloud over.

With that confirmation he slowly increases the intensity of each slap, switching between your two cheeks. It only made you whimper louder, wanting even more. The slaps were now punishing, surely your cheeks bright pink from the abuse. You were surprised, you never thought something like this would feel so good. But you couldn’t help it, your panties now completely soaked through.

“You like that, you like when I hurt you?” he says, leaning into the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine.  You nod wildly, not trusting your words.

You hear Eddie click his tongue, “Nuh uh pretty girl, down here you gotta use your words. Now I’m gonna ask again, you like it when I hurt you?” he demands, landing two more harsh slaps against your bottom.

“Yes, yes Eddie I like when you hurt me” you say desperately. Your body buzzing, every cell screaming with need. Your mind thinking of only him and the pain he gives you, mind completely blank.

“Good girl baby, doin such a good job” he praises, you smile at his praise, sinking further and further away from all the worries that had bothered you not a half hour ago.

He lands an especially mean slap on your right cheek pulling a loud moan out of your mouth, you can hear Eddies laugh vibrate through his chest.

“Fuck look at you baby, taking everything I give you. You’re my little pain slut aren’t you?” he mocks, tutting and rubbing at your now very red ass.

“Mhmm” you mutter brainlessly, trying to push your legs together, your clit on fire with need.

“Words pretty girl, I need words, that’s your last warning before you regret it,” he warns, gifting you another brutal slap.

“Y-yes, your pain slut, all yours,” you babble pathetically, desperate tears begging to spill from your eyes.

“Fuck me, yeah you are, C’mere let me look at you, get on your knees f’me” he says breathlessly, helping you off his lap and down between his legs. You lay your head against one of his knees, looking up at him between your eyelashes.

He brushes his hand across your cheek, rubbing your lips with his thumb. In your brainless state you allow his thumb into your mouth sucking on it while maintaining eye contact. You felt so free, knowing that he was going to take care of you, that you didn’t have to think anymore, giving up control gave your brain freedom that you wouldn’t have otherwise.

“Perfect” he utters, barely above a whisper, mesmerized by the way your mouth was sucking his thumb in, swirling the tip of his thumb with your tongue. Wanting more than just his thumb you tug on his pants and belt with your hand, but it wasn’t your turn to be in control. Eddie pulls the bottom of your chin up, straining your neck to meet his demand.

He pinches your cheeks together, forcing your mouth open wider. He takes his thumb out of your mouth replacing it with his pointer and middle fingers, seeing how deep you can put them down your throat. While maintaining eye contact, you suck his fingers all the way to the back of your throat until you choke lightly on them.

“You look so pretty with your mouth all full” he says as he leans down to leave a kiss on the side of your very full mouth.

All the praise becoming too much, squirming aimlessly in the air, whimpering around Eddies fingers. He seems to get a kick out of your desperation, cursing under his breath. All made more apparent by his very hard cock outlined in his pants.

“Alright sweet thing, climb up on the bed for me” he commands, tapping the silk sheets on the bed. You do as your told, meanwhile Eddie removes his shirt, belt, and pants. You look at him hungrily, with the playing field now level.

He sits down onto the bed next to you, pulling you into a deep kiss. Your bodies melt together, his hands everywhere, grabbing every inch of you. The two of you relax onto the bed, letting him kiss and nip and your skin, slowly taking off your bra and panties until you were completely bare in front of him.

He pulls your legs apart, not allowing you to hide any part of yourself from him. You were embarrassed by how wet you had gotten just from that act alone, he barely touched you.

Eddie curses under his breath, pulling apart your folds to see you dripping down your thighs.

“My needy needy girl”, he coos, dipping one of his fingers into your entrance, gathering some of your release on his fingers. He brings it up to your mouth, you suck in his fingers eagerly, wanting to please. Your release taste tangy and sweet, you moan around his fingers at the dirty act. Dipping his fingers back at your entrance, taking some of your release for himself, moaning around his fingers.

Focusing his attention back on you, he straddles you and puts your hands above your head and kisses you deeply. You feel him grind against your core making you buck up against him. Your groans filling the room, the tension becoming too much to bear.

“Need you eds, please,” you beg, the pressure between your legs driving you insane. That’s the only confirmation Eddie needed before taking his boxers off, sliding his throbbing cock in between your soaked folds. You wrap your legs around his back, pushing him harder against you.

He lines up his cock up to your entrance and slowly pushes in, his length pushing up against your cervix as he bottoms out. You whine, biting down on his shoulder, provoking a curse from his mouth.

“Color baby?” he asks breathlessly against your skin.

“Green Eds, really fucking green,” you grin against his shoulder, kissing the tattoo along his jaw.

Your words, diminishing the last of his resolve as he starts to thrust in and out of your heat slowly. Your eyes glass over, the pleasure being too much, you had never been so full. Not even your dildo doing half as much as Eddies cock.

“Shit, your pussy was fucking made for me, made to take my fucking cock,” he growls, biting down on a part of your neck, trying to contain his groans and whines.

You dig your claws into his back, wishing him deeper inside of you. Eddie using that as an okay to go faster, he grabs an edge of the bed frame for leverage. The wet sounds of his cock entering you drowning out your whimpers and moans.

“Uh, uh, uh, oh, fuuuckk E-eddie” you wail, your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open.

“You like that baby, you like it when I fuck you like the little slut you are? All you needed was a few slaps on your ass for you do go dumb huh?” he mocks, pistoning harder into your core.

“Yes, yes I fucking love it, more please,” you beg, you wanted to see how much more you could handle, the pleasure building between your legs.

Eddie takes one of his hands off the bed frame, cupping the sides of your jaw with his hand.

“Open,” he demands. You obey, all rational thoughts gone long ago. Taking the opportunity, he spits sloppily into your mouth, you swallow and take what he gives your greedily.

“Atta girl, doing what your told” he sighs proudly, going back to concentrating rocking his hips against yours with vigor. You could feel yourself getting close, all of it becoming too much, the fucking, the slapping, the dirty talk, it was all perfect. You were plummeting quickly to your release, your walls spasming in anticipation.

“If you keep squeezing me like that m’ not gonna last much longer,” he confesses, leaving little kisses on your neck.

“Eds- I- fuck- I’m gonna cum- please cum in me please, need your cum,” you beg, feeling your release threatening to take over.

“Fuck,” he curses, you can feel his pace getting sloppier, fucking you through your release. Your legs shaking, mouth open in a silent scream, eyes glazed over, having the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life.

Your walls clamp down on Eddie, not lasting much longer after you, spilling his seed into your waiting center. You feel his release spill out onto your thighs and sheets.

“Please tell me you’re on the pill” he mutters into your chest, sweat covering both of your bodies. You giggle and caress his hair, playing with his dark brown and greying curls.

“Yeah, ‘m on the pill,” you confirm, leaving a kiss at the top of his head. Eddie sighs thankfully on your chest, followed by a few minutes of silence from the two of you. Basking in each others after sex glow, gentle touches and light kisses.

You stay cuddled up for a while, neither of you wanted to go back to reality. The basement was like your safe place, where both of you could let go, like really let go. He saw things in you today that up until now, you had never let anyone see that side of you. He allowed you the same, taking down his walls showing you everything he had to offer.

He showed that he really cared about you, that he could take care of you even when your brain was against you. That was something you had never had before, someone who knew you and cared about you enough to help you fight the endless battles in your brain. You swore to yourself right there that you’d help him fight his battles too.

After a while he got up and got you a glass of water and a warm washcloth to help wipe you off. Your center still sensitive from your previous activities. Eddie was gentle, taking his time, making sure you were physically okay. He even put cream on your sore, soon to be bruised ass, after many many kisses that made you blush.

His teddy bear eyes looking into yours, while the two of you lay naked in bed, him painting circles on your face.

“How’s your head now baby? Better?” he asked hopeful. Tears form at the tips of your eyes, you nod your head vigorously. Your tears making Eddies eyes fill with concern.

“What baby? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he asks soothingly.

You shake your head, trying to find the words for what you were feeling. “No no I’m fine, I’m just.. happy. My brain is so quiet, I can’t remember the last time my brain was so quiet.” You sob into Eddies chest, pulling him closer into you. He wraps his arms around you and shushes your tears, wiping them from your face leaving little kisses in their wake.

“It’s okay baby, I’m here, I gotcha” he says, comforting you with more kisses, squeezing you tighter against him. The two of you spend the rest of the night down in the basement, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms, completely content.

When you wake up the following morning, you are still wrapped up in each other’s arms, Eddie still lightly snoring. You take this time to really take him in, his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, the laugh lines around his lips, his lips so pink and plush, the light wrinkles around his eyes, the dark curly brown hair that falls in front of his face, you didn’t know how you got so lucky. Not only is Eddie quite literally the sweetest man you had ever met in your life, but he’s also the most handsome.

You snuggle back into him, basking in his embrace. A little while later he wakes from sleep, stretching out, allowing you to get up and go to the bathroom.

“Hey little missy where do you think you’re goin?” he asks, pouting in bed patting the space where you were previously occupying.

“Just gotta pee,” you whisper, hoping maybe he will fall back asleep, but Eddie is stubborn.

“Just hold it, come back and cuddle,” he whines. You chuckle and kiss the top of his head before putting on his Metallica t shirt and heading out the door and up the stairs to the kitchen. You walk into the downstairs bathroom and gasp at the state you were left in. You still had mascara smudges under your eyes from crying and cumming, your hair was sticking up every which way, you looked a mess. And yet the beautiful man downstairs still wanted you, lucky you.

After you clean up a little and comb through your hair, you head to the kitchen to grab the two of you something to eat. You hear the basement door open, and the man you were just thinking about emerges, wearing only his boxers.

“I get to fuck the girl of my dreams AND she made me breakfast, I can die a happy man,” he remarks, enveloping you into a passionate kiss. You giggle against him, still not used how much he likes you.

“And you’re wearing my shirt,” he comments, taking a handful of your ass in each hand making you hiss, your butt still sore from the beating it received the day before.

“Just wanna touch base, everything yesterday was okay right? It wasn’t exactly what I picture our first time to be like but, I don’t regret it. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, definitely did not disappoint,” he expresses.

“It was better than I could’ve imagined Ed, really. You were beautiful.” You confess, going on your tippy toes to steal a kiss from him.

The two of you spend the rest of the morning cuddled up on the couch eating breakfast, before you had to part ways. You had classes most of the day and Eddie had to go into the office for work.

Leaving Eddie was the hardest part of any day, but especially today. You had Steves class today, you always dreaded going after everything went down between the two of you. You wished to stay here forever.

The two of you share way too many last kisses before the two of you leave his house in your respective cars. You needed to go to your apartment before class to change, and then Sociology 101.

You waited as long as you possibly could before going into the classroom, you’ve started a routine of avoiding Steve as much as humanly possible. But when you entered the class, instead of being met by Steves sad eyes, you were met by a balding older man with grey hair. You look around at the rest of the class as you make your way to your seat, they also seem equally as confused as you. The man in the front of the class introduces himself as Professor McCarthy, he explained that he was going to take over for Steve for the time being.

“Where is Professor Harrington?” The girl who sits behind you asks, a slight whine in her voice.

“He has taken a seemingly well-deserved sabbatical,” Professor McCarthy confesses with zero empathy in his voice.

You can barely pay attention during class, your thoughts swimming threatening to drown you.

Why did he leave?

Was it because of you?

Does Robin know?

Was he forced to take a leave?

Did people find out about the two of you?   

You hated to admit it, but a small part of your brain was trying to say something. Loud enough for you to hear it through the madness.

Is he okay?

You didn’t know why, but you still cared about Steve. Even though he hurt you, you wanted to know he was alright. After so many weeks of getting to know him, you knew how much being a teacher meant to him. You knew how passionate he is about the subject he teaches; it worried you that he could just leave. It had to mean something was really wrong.

The rest of the class goes by in a blur, the new professors voice conveniently very easy to drone out. You were the first one to leave the room once class was over. Speed walking down the hall, heading to the only place you knew you’d find answers.

You knock on the door to Robins office, hoping that she was in today.

“Come in!” she calls out.

She looks startled when she sees you standing in her doorway, expecting to see a student with questions about an assignment.

“Uh, hi.” You say awkwardly, still standing in the doorway.

“Hey Y/N, come in, why don’t you sit down,” she offers kindly, already knowing why you’re here.

“Where is he?” you ask bluntly.

Robin sighs before answering, her eyes moving, trying to think of the best way to explain it to you.

“He just needed a break, and the board allowed it,” she says plainly

“I wanna talk to him,” you confess, words leaving your mouth before you could think. Yes, you were upset with Steve, definitely hurt. But that doesn’t mean that you wanted him to leave his job, the both of you are adults. You feel guilty, like you’re the reason he left, and you needed closure.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea honey,” Robin says empathetically.

Your heart drops.

“Please? At least think about it, okay? I’m not mad anymore, I just, I wanna make sure he’s okay,” you admit, hoping to clear the air.

Robin nods and promises that she’ll think about it, but she didn’t seem very convincing. The following days after, dragged on, still piled high with homework. Made worse now because your new sociology professor is the worst, he talked too fast and without any tone in his voice, you caught a few students falling asleep in his class, it was that bad.

Eddie helped a lot, staying over at your house some nights to cuddle up with you after staring at your computer screen for hours on end. You felt guilty that you were so worried about Steve, when you had the perfect man in front of you. You convinced yourself it was just guilt, you just wanted to make sure he’s okay.

Then you got lucky, one morning when you walked into Robins classroom, where you usually sat was a note.

“Here’s his number, don’t make me regret it.” Was etched into the paper.

Your heart flutters in anticipation as hope fills your chest. You spend time after class thinking about the right thing to say, do you text him? Do you call him? You decide on a text, thinking a text is less daunting than calling him.

“Hey Steve, its Y/N. heard about ur sabbatical, hope ur okay” Not really sure what to say, your finger hovers over the send button for a few seconds before you send it. Immediately followed by you throwing your phone across the room.

What the fuck are you doing?

You spend the next couple of hours on your laptop doing your homework, sneaking peaks at your phone, triple checking that you hadn’t missed any messages from Steve. You reasoned with yourself that he might be on vacation or at least just busy. You try to get out of your head and focus on your homework.

The next few days you spent checking your phone every once in awhile looking for a text from Steve that hadn’t come. You were starting to get anxious, even a little worried. The semester was coming to a close, all your assignments turned in and only one mid term left to take. You had come to terms with the idea that Steve just wasn’t going to text you back, he didn’t owe you anything, I guess you’d just have to find closure on your own.

Until one afternoon, the day before thanksgiving, you get a text.

“I miss u”

You stare at your phone, double checking that the text was coming from the right number, Steve’s number. Concern floods your system, this is unlike him.

“Steve? R u okay?”

“I meszed it all up Y/N, im sry”

You’re heart now threatening to beat out of your chest, something was wrong, really wrong. You’re old enough to know when you’re getting a drunk text, what if he was out somewhere alone in this state? You needed to make sure he was okay, or at least somewhere safe.

“Steve tell me where u are, r u safe?”

“Come overrr” is all that is written, followed by a ping to an address. You grab your keys and your coat without a second thought. You get in your car and drive faster than what was probably safe, thoughts only on Steve.

When you finally get to the address, it takes you to a huge house on the outside of town. You let yourself through the gate and park in the huge driveway. You knock on the front door, it squeaks open lightly, you take deep breath and let yourself in. The house is massive, like really big, like old money big. The place is so big, you wander around for a little while searching the various extravagant rooms on the first floor until you find Steve in what you assume is the study.

He's slumped over onto his desk, his hand holding a fancy glass filled with amber liquid. You knock on the side of the door, jostling Steve from his drunk stupor.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” his words slightly slurred.

“Uh, you texted me, you gave me this address,” you feel your heart drop into your stomach, you knew this was a bad idea.

You see Steve’s bloodshot eyes search for the memory of sending you his address, raking his hands through his hair. Steve looked like he hadn’t taken care of himself for awhile, stains all over t-shirt and sweatpants. Your heart ached seeing him this way, guilt washed over you like a tsunami. This entire time you were thinking about yourself and your own closure, and not about the clearly broken man sitting before you.

“This was a mistake, I should go,” you admit before turning in the doorway to leave the way you came in.  

“No, p-please wait! I- fuck everything is so fucked up I don’t know what to do anymore. Just stay.” He looks up at you through his glassy red eyes, begging you to stay.

You decide to stay, you step closer to his desk to get a better look at the state he’s in. He probably hasn’t showered in days, and he reeked of alcohol.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” is all you can think to say, you can’t stand to see him this way any longer.

Steve allows you to get him up and out of the chair, the two of you half stumble while he shows you how to get to the master bathroom. You help him get out of his clothes until he’s left in just his boxers, you do your best not to stare. Even in the state he’s in, you still fought the urge to drool at the sight of him. You turn on the hot water, and look at him sitting on the toilet almost completely naked.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he mumbles groggily.

You suck in a deep breath and let it out harshly, you had always known that. If you knew anything about Steve Harrington, you know that he couldn’t hurt a fly. But you couldn’t believe anything he was saying right now. He was still drunk, and you didn’t know how he was going to feel once he sobered up.

“Why don’t you get in the shower, and we can talk once you’re out, okay?” you reassure him, leaving the room to give him space.

His bedroom was a mess, clothes and random liquor bottles everywhere, you tidy it up the best you can before making your way back downstairs to the kitchen. The kitchen is huge, meant for a chef or someone who really likes to cook. But instead, you see containers of take out and microwave dinners piled in the over flowing garbage and more dishes crowding in the sink. You take out the garbage and do the dishes.

By the time you’re finishing up the dishes you hear footsteps pattering into the kitchen.

“Hi” he says meekly.

“Hi” you reply, placing the last dish into the dishwasher.

He stands next to you, one hand on the counter and one hand on his hip, trying to think of what to say. He opens and closes his mouth, but nothing comes out.

“It’s fine really Steve, I’m happy to help,” you confess, turning your body to face him.

Steve looks down at his hands, when he looks back up at you, fresh tears have formed on his lash line.

“I’m the worst, aren’t I?” he questions, his voice breaking.

Your heart broke with him, “No Steve, you’re not the worst. At little messed up, definitely. But far from the worst.”

He looks at you gratefully before he continues speaking.

“I- I thought you hated me. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you. I don’t know how I screwed things up so badly. I’m sorry I brought you all the way out here. I just... fuck I just missed you Y/N,” he babbles, his tears now flowing down his face in little streams.

You walk a few steps closer to him, not trusting yourself to touch him.

Eddie, remember Eddie.

“I don’t hate you Steve, I could never hate you. I was just hurt and confused. Honestly, I still am hurt and confused, I just. I couldn’t bear the thought of you not teaching or being upset because of me. That’s why I came,” you reassure him, hoping your eyes show him the rest. That you do care for him, and want him to be okay.

Steve nods, mulling over your words, wiping his eyes. Then you hear some buzzing on the marble kitchen counter. Steve’s phone goes off, he looks at his phone and answers it immediately. You can hear Robins worried voice on the other end of the phone anxiously babbling questions off at him. You felt good knowing that even if you weren’t in Steves life, he still had Robin.

“No, ugh Rob I’m fine, please you don’t need to come and check on me.”

“Yes, I’ve showered. NO! Don’t bring Nancy, I don’t want her to see me like this.” He rubs his forehead, probably nursing a headache.

Steve hangs up the phone and looks at you.

“Uhm, Rob is coming over, and.. you probably shouldn’t be here when she gets here” he says awkwardly, he looks like he has more to say but decided against it.

You nod your head in understanding. Steve walks you to the front door, thanks you a million more times before waving you off as you get in your car and drive away.

You pull of on the side of the road, a few blocks from Steves place. You put your arms around the steering wheel, thinking about what just happened.

He is just a friend, someone you care about who needed your help.

You shake your head out of your thoughts and head back to your apartment. As you pull into the parking lot your phone dings, you park your car and look at the notification lighting up your phone screen.

“Come over stinky butt 🍑”

You smile at your phone, of course it’s Eddie, the one who makes you feel safe. The one you don’t have to take care of or worry about, your rock. You put your car in reverse, and drive towards Eddies house. The closer you get to Eddies house, the more every loud thought of Steve was quieting to a whisper, you sigh in relief.

“Vi?!” you say cautiously, a routine you were now used to.

Eddie pokes his head out of the kitchen, “Just me babe” a smile plastered across his face. You smile back and head into the kitchen, only to immediately be scooped up into a hug and lifted off your feet. You breathe in Eddies scent, allowing it to ground you back into your reality.

“Mmm missed you,” Eddie murmurs in between kisses. You wrap your arms around his waist, deepening the kiss.

“Missed you too Eds,” Eddie groans against you, pushing you against the counter.

The two of you kiss some more, allowing yourselves to get lost in each other. When you finally pull back you look into Eddies eyes, they just seem tired. You cup your hand around his face, and his cups your hand with his; grateful for the affection.

“Can I show you something?” he asks, only admiration in his eyes. You kiss him as a yes, and let him guide you back down into the basement. You stomach doing flips remembering the last time the two of you spent time down here. But this time he leads you into the main room. The circular table previously covered in random campaign research, now completely clean except for two stacks of paper in front a chair at the head of the table.

He pulls back the chair, next to the head and ushers you into it. You sit down, looking at him inquisitively. He sits down at the head of the table, clearing his voice before he speaks.

“So, the other day, I really liked seeing that side of you. And I wanted to know if you felt the same way, and if maybe you wanted to do it again,” he confesses, searching for the answer in your eyes. His gaze lights a fire in your belly, and a growing ache between your legs, remember the previous activities down here.

You bite your lip and look at him, trying to find the right words, “I’d like that a lot, I like when you take control,” you confide in him, nudging your leg against his under the table. Eddie takes in a deep breath before speaking again, “I just wanted to go over some more safety stuff, if we are going to really do this, and not have it be a one time thing,” handing you one of the stacks of paper in front of him.

He goes onto explain to you that this is not a contract, but more of a mostly complete list of limits that he wanted the two of you to fill out before playing again. He clarifies that the reason for this is so that neither of you ever accidently make the other feel uncomfortable during a scene. Your eyes looking over the papers curiously, overwhelmed by all the different things listed. He had to explain a few of them to you, him being more experienced than you were. You could feel the tension in the room heating up, and your panties dampening.

Finally, you’re on the last page, your knee bouncing up and down in anticipation.

“Where is Violet?” you ask, a little bit too much excitement in your voice. You see his eyes darken and a smirk splay across his lips.

“She’s working night shift” he says grabbing your chair and bringing it closer to his side, grabbing your thigh harshly.

You let out a shaky breath, you needed this, him. You go to put your hand around his neck to pull him into a kiss, but he grabs your wrist.

“Finish what I’ve asked of you pretty girl” leaving a kiss at the shell of your, evoking goosebumps across your skin.

You swallow hard, all the moisture gone from your mouth. You look back down on the paper, finishing it as fast at you can before looking back up at him for more instructions.

“Good job baby, I’m proud of you. You follow instructions so well” he praises, leaving a light kiss on your cheek. He pulls his eyes away from you for a bit, looking through all of your limits or things you are willing to try. You take this time to do the same with him, shocked by a few things, but even more turned on. Once you’re done reading you look up to see him staring at you hungrily.

“Ready to play sweet thing?” he says, pupils blown in lust.

“Ready,” you say breathlessly, willing air into your lungs.

“One more thing before we start, I like Daddy and Master, just so you know,” he winks at you, and it takes everything in you to stop your knees from buckling.

He takes you by your hand and walks with you to the secret door under the stairs. Your body buzzing, wanting to touch the man in front of you anywhere and everywhere. He opens the door and lets the two of you in. Once the door is closed, he envelops you into a deep kiss, you whimper at his lips on yours.

“Mm fuck, I love your little noises” he hisses, lifting you up by your legs and guiding you to wrap them around his waist. He sits down on the bed, leaving you to straddle his waist. The sheets were changed since you were here last, now a silky maroon color. You take the opportunity to grind your hips down on his lap while he grabs at the skin available to him, the two of you moaning into each other’s mouths. His lips tasting like the last cigarette he smoked, chasing his tongue with yours. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, the way his bulge was rubbing against your clit could make you cum right now with how worked up you are. You moan a little louder into Eddies mouth, making him pull back and look at your already fucked out expression.

“Look at you baby, already so desperate” he teases, lifting you off of him for a second to slide your leggings and panties off. He guides you back onto his lap, situating his fingers at your center, swiping them through your folds. Lifting his hands up to find them glistening with your juices.

“And already so fucking wet, such a needy little slut” he says, sticking his fingers into his mouth. You go back to grinding your hips against his bulge, not being able to help yourself, your clit aching with need.

Eddie stills your hips with his hand, grabbing at your ass and tits roughly before taking off your shirt, leaving you naked except your bra. Eddie takes this time to kiss all the skin newly available to him. You moan loudly into the open room, trying your best to obey and not rock your hips against his.

This task became harder and harder the longer his lips were on yours, kissing that spot on your neck that you like, nipping at your lips, kissing your newly exposed nipples. It was all too much, you grind your hips into his without thinking, and that’s when he swiftly turns the turns the two of you over. You can feel the silk sheets against your back, and his hands on your hips. You whine in protest, trying to rock your hips into his once more.

“Awe, my girl just can’t stay still huh? I can help with that,” He taunts, leaving you to lay on the bed, going into the little nightstand on the side of the bed.

He comes back into view holding leather cuffs in his hands, and a sinister look on your face. He takes his time kissing each of your wrists before helping you into the cuffs, doing the same thing with your ankles. You take a look at your wrists, now partially covered by the leather material, it was tight but not too tight. You feel Eddie move around you before grabbing one of your wrists in his hand lightly hearing a clicking sound as he lays it back down on the bed. You go to pick up your wrist again, realizing you can’t. You look at the head of the bed to see your cuff connected to a restraint in the frame. He continues to do the same thing with your other wrist and both of your ankles.

His stare could bore holes into skin the way that it heated you up from the inside. You struggle lightly against the restraints, trying to test how much movement you had in each limb, which wasn’t much. He sits next to you on the bed, palming your face in one of his hands.

“Color baby?” he questions.

“Green!” you say brightly, excited for the adventure ahead of you.

“Doin’ so good for me” he coos, and then his touch is gone and he’s somewhere in the room. You can hear random rustling but you can’t lift up your head enough to see what he’s grabbing.

He comes back next to you seemingly empty handed, and then he lifts up his hands to you to show you his haul. He has a single black die in his one hand, and a vibrating wand in the other.

“So, we’re gonna play a little game, I’m going to roll the dice. Whatever number the dice lands on, is how many times you have to edge until I let you cum.” He says, he usually chocolate brown eyes now almost black with lust.

You lick your lips and think about how to respond, “Y-yes Daddy” you utter, your face heating up at the new pet name. You hear Eddie curse under his breath. He rolls the die next to your head on the nightstand and chuckles. His face coming close to yours with a wicked grin on his face.

“Can you handle three, angel?” he snickers, leaving kisses along your jaw line, nipping lightly. You nod hurriedly, wanting to be good for the man above you. With that he kisses you deeply one more time before spreading your legs, your dripping core on display for him to see.

You watch him spit messily on the wand and then once more on your heat, spreading it generously on your clit. You hiss at the contact, bucking your hips up slightly wanting more. You hear the hum of the vibrator as Eddie turns it on low, your body full of anticipation, waiting for any sort of pleasure. That’s when you feel it, the low vibration against your clit. You squirm against it at first, wanting more already.

Eddie chuckles lowly above you, “I should call you my little bunny by how much you move, would you like that sweetness? To be my little bunny?” he taunts, turning up the vibration higher, pulling a moan from your lips.

“Yes daddy, wanna be your bunny, your good little bunny” you writhe against the restraints. He rewards you by turning up the vibrator another notch, the pressure quickly building in your stomach.

You writhe against the restraints as the pressure becomes too much, coming it waves, so close to sending you over the edge. And then it’s gone, the vibration still audible in the room but you can no longer feel it. You groan in frustration, you were so fucking close.

“Two more baby, then you can cum” he reassures you. He takes this time, to let the fire inside you simmer. He takes off his shirt and his pants, leaving him in only his boxers. You see him palming himself, you bite your lip, wanting nothing more than to worship his cock.

You feel the vibration once again but this time instead of starting out slow, the vibration knocks the wind out of you. Your clit screaming at you for release, the coil inside you already winding tighter and tigher, your curl your toes, willing yourself not to cum. Then the sensation is gone once again, your body now covered in sweat from being so close twice now, your chest heaving heavily up and down.

“You’re doin so good bunny, just one more for me, kay? Still green?” he asks.

You nod your head not trusting your words, whimpers coming out instead. Eddie takes off his boxers, showing off his now very erect and hard cock, making your mouth water. Stroking it a few times before lining it up with your mouth.

“Spit Bunny” he commands.

You whimper and do as you’re told, gathering all the salvia in your mouth and spitting it onto his tip. He sighs and works your spit around his cock, moaning loudly. He’s teasing you, you’re strapped to the bed and can’t even touch him. He is evil incarnate, and you can’t get enough.

You were so entranced by watching Eddie work his hand over his cock you had forgot what the two of you were doing, until you felt the vibration on the highest setting hit your clit.

You yelp in surprise, keeping your eyes on his cock. Thinking about how his cock feels inside of you, how it stretches you out, hits a spot inside of you that you could never reach. You wanted it, no, you needed it, you needed him or you were going to explode. Your orgasm hurtling towards you like a freight train.

“D-Daddy i- please, i- im gonna cum” you gush, holding your eyes tightly closed, willing yourself not to cum before you’re given the okay. But instead, the vibration is gone, and your orgasm ruined.

You wail in frustration, tears welling in your eyes threatening to spill out, legs shaking. You were so desperate you didn’t even know why you were crying. You feel Eddie unclip your restraints, giving you full range of motion again, you rubbed your wrists thankfully. Eddie pulling you into a hug, kissing the tears out of your eyes.

“You did so good for me baby, you’re such a good girl for Daddy,” he mumbles into your skin. You allow him to hold you for a minute before the need between your legs takes over.

You let out the breath you were holding shakily. Looking at him in anticipation. You lie back down on the bed and open your legs, two could play at this game. You swirl your finger around your aching clit, moaning dramatically. Grabbing your left tit, pinching lightly between your two fingers, giving him a show.

Two firm hands grab both of your wrists putting them above your head, “You coulda just asked sweetness, not that I mind the show, I just had something else in mind” he mocks.

He climbs on top of you, lining his cock up at your entrance, swiping it through your soaked folds.

“Beg for it, beg for my cock,” he demands.

“Please, please I need your cock, please please, I’ve been good, please let me have your cock,” you whine.

With that he pushes into your core, both of you moaning in unison. His pace already quick chasing his own high.

“Fuck your pussy is so fuckin tight” he says, eyes closed trying to hold off his own orgasm. He lifts your legs, bending you almost in half, hitting a spot inside that makes you scream.

“Fuck yes, yeah right there, holy fuck!” you wail.

Doing what he’s told he pistons into you harder, making the wet noises in the room get louder and louder. You can feel pressure building inside you, but it feels different, it feels bigger.

“Can I cum, please can I cum?” not being able to hold it off any longer, eyes pleading with Eddie.

“Yeah, baby go ahead, cum for me, cum for daddy,” he groans.

Then your vision whites out, every cell in your body imploding with pleasure, you feel your release spill out of you and onto the sheets, messily.

“Holy shit- fuck!” is the only warning you get before Eddie’s hips stutter, and he spills his seed inside of you.

“What the fuck” is all you can muster in your fucked out state.

“Yeah what the fuck indeed princess, I didn’t know you could squirt” he says breathlessly, scooping you into his arms, the two of you laying next to each other trying to catch your breaths.

“I didn’t either, I’ve never done it before” you confide, Eddies eyes shining bright with pride. You roll your eyes at him, the last thing he needed was a bigger ego.

“Don’t let it go to your head mister,” you say with a jab to his chest.

“No, I absolutely am, thanks though” he says, putting his hand over his chest like he’s accepting a badge of honor.

The two of you spend the rest of the night down there in each other’s arms, eventually, Eddie gives you his t-shirt and goes to grab the two of you a snack and a glass of water.

“Was this okay? I didn’t hurt you or make you upset, right?” he asks.

You shake your head, “No not at all, I loved every second, can’t wait to do it again,” you say with a wiggle of your eyebrows. It makes Eddie crack a smile and leave a small kiss on your head.

“I just like feeling wanted, you know how stuff like this clears your head? It clears mine too, all I need to do is be there for you, and focus on you. Then my brain is quiet, so thank you,” he confesses, stealing a kiss from your lips. You smile up at him, if you could give him the whole world you would in an instant.

“I think I want to tell Vi, I’m nervous but I’m starting to feel guilty hiding all of this from her. I like you a lot, and she deserves to know what makes me happy,” he says looking sleepily in your eyes.

“You make me happy too, we can tell Vi this weekend, okay? I don’t like hiding things from her either,” you reassure him.

He nods back at you sleepily, snuggling in closure to you like a dog. Eventually the two of you fall asleep, completely content.

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[cilliansmesoftly]

worst way

pairing: riley green x fem!reader

summary: riley needs you after a long month of tour and missing you

warnings: smut!, pining, yearning, breaking stuff, multiple rounds, etc.

wc: 4.4k

tonight was the night riley was coming home. after a month long of not seeing each other, well besides facetime. he couldn’t wait another minute. tour was long. and it isn’t even over, he just has a few weeks before he’s out on the road again and he intended to spend every minute of his time off with his girl. his y/n.

he could picture her now.. standing in the kitchen, or maybe even the living room, comfy clothes on with her favorite show playing on the television. she’d be chewing on her bottom lip, no doubt leaving cherry red imprints from the pressure, just itching to be back in his arms.

at least, he was itching to be back in hers. he didn’t know what had gotten into him. on the ride from the airport, his sweatpants had been doing no good hiding the excitement he was feeling. to shield from even more humiliation, he took his carry-on bag and held it in front of the growing need. his hands were sweaty and he kept pushing his hair back with his hands, a nervous habit he’d picked up since growing it out.

why was he so nervous?

it’s not like you haven’t been together for about a year now, and friends longer than that. but, god, he was feeling like a teenager going on a first date.

the ride was shorter than riley anticipated, and he could feel his heartbeat in his throat as he got out the truck and hauled his bags and guitar case up the steps to the farmhouse he got built a couple years back.

home never felt so good.

and he knew it would feel even better once he got y/n back in his grasp.

however, when he opened the front door, no television was on, no sounds were heard, and no beautiful woman was standing there waiting for him. he sighed, setting down his bags in the middle of the room and fishing his phone out of his pocket.

he clicked y/n’s contact and brought his phone up to his ear.

ring…. ring…

he was starting to get worried. did she meet someone while he was away? no, she’d never do that. maybe she’s out getting some groceries, because god knows what was left in the fridge from the time he left to now. right as his heart rate picked back up, he heard a click and then her gorgeous voice through the speakers.

“hey, baby.” she said softly. “what’s up?”

“hi, honey. well, i came home expecting you to tackle me to the ground and shower me with love and kisses like you normally do, but there’s not a soul here.” he walked to his bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. it was made, but he could tell where her pretty little head had been laying on his pillow.

“oh, shit. i’m so, so sorry. i went to pick up some food for us. you’re a little earlier than what i was planning for.” she sighed into the phone, he heard a car door shut and then an engine ignited. “i’m on my way back now, though. i’ll be home in, like, 10 minutes?”

“okay, baby. i can’t wait to see you.” riley had a small smile glued to his face, a blush coating his cheeks all the way down to his tanned chest. “be careful, i love you.”

“i love you, more. bye.” he could hear the shy grin in her voice and he could feel his heart clench at the sound.

he figured he could kill some time by taking a quick shower and washing off all the dirty airport germs off of him. so, he stood to his sore feet and grudged into the bathroom. he stripped himself of his sweatshirt, then his sneakers and sweatpants. he looked at himself in the mirror while the shower water ran. he’d worked out a lot during the times he wasn’t performing, just out of boredom and partly because he hated being in that cramped bus for 10, maybe even more, hours a day.

as he stepped into the shower, he let the water run down his face and back, washing off his worries and stress down the drain along with it. he was so happy to be home. so happy to have a break. and so happy he was about 7 minutes away from being with his best girl again.

y/n walked into the house with bags of takeout in her hands. she huffed as she tripped over riley’s bags in the room.

“riley?” she called through the house, setting the bags onto the counter. when she didn’t hear a response from anything but water running and humming, she knew exactly where to go. she tiptoed into the bathroom and started to take off her clothes. she could see riley’s silhouette through the white curtain hung up and even from that, her body ached for him. she quietly pulled back the curtain, he was facing away from her, so she slid her hands around his body. from his back to his torso, she ran her fingers all over the soft, tan skin. he jumped at first, but quickly turned around and gripped her cheeks in his hands.

“hi, baby.” she smiled up at him. he had shaved his beard into just a mustache and she could feel her stomach flutter at the dirty thoughts running through her mind. she pictured that mustache on her lips, kissing her wildly and so loving that her mouth would be bruised. she pictured that mustache kissing down her body, going between her legs and loving on her like she hadn’t felt in so long.

she was broken out of her fantasy by riley’s lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. the bathroom was filled with hot fog and was suffocating her lungs, but that kiss allowed her to take a deep breath that she hadn’t been able to catch since he’d left.

riley laughed as she squealed when he picked her up so her legs would wrap around his torso. his cock was already hard at the thought of having her right then. against the cold tiles of the shower. “my girl.” he breathed into her neck once they had broken the kiss. “you don’t know how much i missed you.”

“don’t i?” she was scratching the back of his head with one hand and clinging onto his back with the other. riley groaned into her skin as she pulled his hair gently. “take me to bed.”

he didn’t have to be told twice. he shut the water off and stepped out onto the cool floor. he laid y/n down gently on the bed and leaned back, captivated by the sight of her. her hair, a little wet from stray water droplets, was splayed behind her head onto the sheets. her body was tanned from the summer sun, no doubt taking advantage of the deck out back.

“see something you like? just take it.” she kicked her feet up to place them on his chest as she giggled. she admired his body, too. strong arms with veins running all the way down to his forearms and hands. tanned chest with a thin gold chain dangling from his neck. his body was work of god.

“don’t threaten me with a good time, honey.” riley grabbed her ankles and kissed each leg before leaning down against her. her skin against his felt like heaven. this was better than what he imagined. he pushed the hair against her forehead away, taking in every part, every detail of her face. it was an intimate moment, one that neither of them took for granted. it’s like they were falling back in love all over again.

“you seriously have no idea how much i missed you, riley green.” y/n sighed, brushing a hand through his hair. he grabbed her hand and kissed her palm, melting into her touch.

“how much did you miss me?” he was already panting, trembling even. y/n was so turned on she could barely stand it she kept trying to rub her legs together to ease some of the ache, but riley kept his hands on the inside of her thighs with a such a firm grip that she couldn’t move a muscle.

“enough to call you every night and listen to your voice. pretend it was your fingers all over me, making me wet, playing with me.” riley groaned, laying his head down on her chest. his wet hair was cold and it sent a shock through her, but it did wonders to cool down her blazing skin. “did you touch yourself to me?” she asked into his ear.

“‘course i did, baby. couldn’t go through a single day without you there with me. don’t matter if it was through a screen.” he kissed her chest, sucking a dark mark onto her skin. she moaned softly and it caused riley to ground his hips into hers, the head of his hard cock hitting her clit just right. “god, baby. gonna fuck you on every square inch of this house tonight.”

“please,” she whimpered, closing her legs tighter around his body, trying to bring him closer to her.

“we got all the time in the world.” he leaned back and cupped her cheek in his hand. she cuddled into his touch with a pout on her face. “let me take my time with you tonight, honey.”

she nodded softly, leaning up to catch his lips with hers. he slid his tongue over her lower lip, begging for entrance and when she granted it, he stifled a moan into her mouth. she tasted like strawberries and heaven. he couldn’t get enough of this girl. he moved his mouth down to her cheek, over her chin, down to her neck where he sucked another tattoo kiss onto her skin, left to be purple and bruised tomorrow. he brought his mouth to her nipple and she jumped at the sensation, she hadn’t been touched in so long. he licked around the bud before sucking it into his mouth and releasing it with a soft pop.

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” she whined into her hand. her hips were restlessly trying to gain friction from anything they could reach. riley sat down on his knees and hooked his arms around the back of her legs. she gasped as he dragged her to the edge of the bed. her thighs were trembling as he kissed the inside of them, breathing her in as he did. y/n felt the facial hair on his upper lip tickling her skin. he was driving her crazy. she hadn't seen this man in a month. he didn't do anything extravagant, he didn't bring home flowers, he didn't bring wine. he just wanted her.

she was broken out of her thoughts by the feeling of his tongue licking a straight line up her core. she gasped and her hips jumped off the bed. riley shook his head against her, his nose brushing her clit back and forth as he did so, and laid his muscled arm over her hips to hold her still.

"you're so sweet, honey." he moaned against her. the vibrations made her throw her head back against the mattress, eyes rolling to the back of her head. she bit her lip as he sucked her bundle of nerves into his mouth, his fingers finding their way to her entrance. he spread her arousal with his thick digits, licking off what was left. "mmm." he prodded at her entrance again, just barely entering before pulling them back out. he was teasing her and it was torture.

"riley, please." she breathed out, panting. she lifted her head up just so she could catch his gaze and that shit-eating grin he wore made her groan and throw herself back against the bed.

"please, what, sweetheart?" he smirked. he knew what she wanted, he just wanted to hear her say it.

"just fuck me, please." she whined. he smacked her thigh and she hissed.

"that's all you had to say." he smiled, kissing her clit and the inside of her thighs sweetly before leaning up and capturing her lips with his. y/n hummed into it, taking a grip of his hair and pulling slightly. he groaned, reaching down to stroke his cock a few times before lining it up with her pretty pussy. he looked back at her eyes, her mouth open and panting, her cheeks rosy and flustered. she was so beautiful. even when she wasn't trying to be. he was suddenly taken back to the first day they met. sophomore year of college and he thought she was the most breathtaking thing at jacksonville state.

"what's going on in that handsome head of yours." y/n huffed, pushing a stray hair behind his ear.

"i just love you." he shook his head, grabbing her hand and kissing her wrist. "so much."

"you have me for the rest of your life, riley. you are the most precious thing i have." she leaned up to kiss him, slow and passionate. "i love you."

he pushed into her, moaning loudly from how tightly she enveloped him. she sucked a breath in through her teeth, the stretch was delicious and what made it even sweeter was riley leaning his forehead down onto hers, locking those deep blue irises onto her e/c ones. he slowly started to thrust into her. the tamed patch of hair below his stomach was brushing against her bud of nerves and she bit her lip to contain the graphic noises begging, screaming, to be released. she could feel the imprint of him in her stomach and she grabbed his hand and placed it on the point so he could feel it. riley whimpered and thrust harder into her.

"god, yes." she yelled out, wrapping her ankles around his back to keep him close to her. her nails were raking down his back, no doubt leaving red marks in their wake. "harder."

riley quickly obliged, hiking her leg up around his waist further to hit an angle he hadn't before that had y/n moaning almost pornographically. "you have no idea how much i missed this pussy, sweetheart."

"you have no idea how much i missed this cock." she retorted, turning her head to the side so she could kiss his stubbly cheek. she pushed his head to her chest and he could hear her wild heartbeat. he could hear her whimpers right in his ear and he wished he had something to record this so he could cherish it forever. his hips picked up speed in their ruts against her. he felt like a mad-man. he was touch starved for too long and so, so wrapped up in her. she might as well be tattooed against his skull from how much he thinks about her.

his thrusts were so forceful, the framed picture above his bed frame was hitting the wall repeatedly and eventually just fell back behind the bed. they could hear the glass shattering, but they could care less. riley picked y/n up and turned her around so she was sitting on her hands and knees. she laid her head down onto the soft sheets, arching her back softly so her ass was in better view. he rubbed the soft skin soothingly before smacking it lightly. y/n giggled and then groaned when he pushed into her again. his had one leg on the floor and the other was propped up and bent. his hands were wrapped around both of her hips and he pulled her back against his cock. he was hitting so deep inside of her and y/n could feel the coil inside of her tightening even more. riley was no better than her, he could usually last a while, but, because of the prolonged distance, his tummy was fluttering and his cock was twitching relentlessly. his body was begging for a release.

"y/n." he whimpered, his pounding thrusts against her were getting sloppy and he reached around her to toy with her clit.

"oh, i know, baby. me too." she was breathless, her knuckles were white from gripping the sheets so hard and she was sure she would have bruises all over her backside tomorrow from how rough he was pushing into her. "cum inside of me. please, please." she begged. she wanted all of him, she was so close she had tears in her eyes.

"oh, my." he threw his head back before leaning down against her back. he kissed all over her neck, her shoulders. his fingers were still rubbing circles onto her clit and her body was collapsing beneath her. "i'm gonna cum, honey." he thrust a few more times, working her clit harshly. she was screaming his name, a thin sheen of sweat coating both of their bodies. the coil in her belly snapped quickly at one particularly hard thrust and she curled into herself while riley was milking her for everything she had. a few more thrusts and riley was completely undone. he released into her, pushing his cum into her further before laying down against her back. she turned her head so she could kiss his lips. "i love you. i love you." he muttered against her skin.

"i love you." she kissed the top of his head. riley leaned up and pulled out slowly, watching the mix of their climaxes leak from her core and onto the duvet. "i broke home takeout."

-

they sat at the island in the kitchen, ravishing their food like two starving cavemen. she got riley and her some burgers from his favorite spot in town. they laughed and shared fries with each other. they fed each other like an annoying couple they would've made fun of back in college.

"do you think we would've been friends in high school?" she wondered, taking a sip of her cold busch light. riley brought his lips to his drink, too. one thing he loved about her is that she actually enjoyed drinking beer, maybe even more than he did.

"absolutely not," he wiped his mouth with a napkin. "i was a little shit in high school."

"you were a little shit in college, too." she giggled, pushing his shoulder. they were just sitting in their underwear, but nothing had ever felt more comfortable. more like home.

"i was worse in high school. ask momma." he laughed. "got cops called on me one time for poppin' fireworks in my principal's yard."

"riley green!" her jaw-dropped. "and to think, the worst thing you did in college was get kicked out of a bar for fightin' a guy."

"he was hittin' on you. had to do somethin'." he shrugged, smiling while taking a bite of another fry.

"you didn't even like me like that back then... did you?" she side-eyed him suggestively.

"baby, i've liked you since we first met at the gym." he slipped his hand up her leg, rubbing her thigh with his calloused fingers. rough partly from years of playing guitar and partly from the hard work he's done in his life. "when you didn't know how to work the equipment, i was hooked on you."

"oh, ew!" she scrunched up her nose. "i was wearing stained sweatpants and an old lynyrd skynyrd shirt."

"hence my attraction." he breathed out a laugh, his fingertips still rubbing over her skin. she clutched her hand to his and brought it up to her lips, kissing his the pad of his fingers.

"why didn't you tell me?" she asked softly, placing his hand against her cheek. it was warm and she leaned into his touch.

"thought you were out of my league, to be honest." he rubbed his thumb across her cheekbone, tracing her freckles from the warm alabama sun. "i thought you were the prettiest thing i'd ever seen and i didn't wanna embarrass myself by askin' you out, so i figured being friends was a good way to keep you in my life."

she fell into a fit of giggles and riley scoffed with a smile on his face, pulling back from her. "yeah, laugh at my misery. it's fine." he went to stand, but she pulled him back down, trying to calm herself.

"no, it's not that! i swear!" she bit down on her lip to contain more laughter. "that first day," she took a breath. "i fell in love with you, too."

"pft, nah." he stood up, collecting their food wrappers and walked to the trash can to throw it away.

"pft, yeah!" she stood up, too. she watched as he washed his hands and he shook his head. "you don't believe me? you were starting quarterback and completely jacked, might i add. plus, you helped me with gym equipment without making me feel stupid. i texted mom about you that very night."

"you serious?" he braced his hands on either side of the sink and she couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the veins running down his arms, she licked her lips and looked back up at him, nodding. "alright," he threw his arms up in surrender. "i believe you."

"so that means we wasted.... what?" she started counting up the months.

"at least 10 months." he finished her thought for her and she brought her hands up to her face. she could've been with him from the very first moment they met, but they both thought too lowly of themselves to make a move.

"riley, that's awful." she groaned through her hands. he laughed and walked up to her, pulling her hands away from her face and wrapping them around his body. he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lips sweetly.

"we got all of our lives to make up for that time, baby." he mumbled against her. she moved her hands up to wrap around the back of his neck. his fingertips tickled down her sides before picking her up and sitting her on the counter top. he laid her down gently and kissed down her neck, all the way to her navel. she brought him back up to her and captured his lips with her own, licking over his bottom lip. he opened his mouth further and their tongues danced together, even though they tasted like their dinner, they couldn't care less.

"make love to me." she whispered against his lips. he let his hands trail around her body before moving behind her back and unclasping her bra in one swift move. he bowed his head to kiss around her breasts, then down to her belly. he traced the hem of her panties, blue and lacy, his favorite. he pulled them down her legs, his fingers causing goosebumps to raise on her legs and follow the path he took down to her ankles. he threw the undergarments somewhere towards the living room and kissed his way back up to her lips. he kissed her lips and pulled his boxers down his thighs, letting them drop and pool around his feet. he grabbed the back of her thighs and slowly dragged her further to the edge of the counter. she leaned up to slowly stroke his cock. he leaned his head back in pleasure and she kissed the open space of his neck, licking around the stubbly skin. he lifted his head back up and kissed her sensually. this was a different kiss. it was passionate, but it was more like a promise. a promise of 'i'm yours'.

she lined his cock up with her entrance and he pushed into her slowly, laying her back down flat against the cool marble counter. his thrusts were slow, but rough. he left his branding kisses on her neck and chest. their moans were soft and intimate, a low, but intense sound of pure adoration and infatuation. y/n stretched her arms out behind her head, accidentally knocking off the decorative wooden bowl in the middle of the island. "sorry." she whispered.

"ain't worried 'bout nothing but you." he responded, his face tucked into her neck and his cock working wonders on her. she was already close. she was so full of love, so full of him. she wanted to cry, she loved him so much. and he was thinking the same because he whispered in her ear, "i love you."

"i love you so much, ri." she whined. she felt his cock twitch inside of her, but she wanted him to hold out. she wanted this feeling to last so much longer than it could. "don't cum yet." she breathed out, brushing through his hair with her fingers. "wanna feel you."

"yes ma'am." he kissed underneath the lobe of her ear and she shuddered, trying to prolong her peak. he slowed down even more and y/n could feel every vein, every curve of his cock. they felt like puzzle pieces, perfectly made for each other. the way he pulled out just to push roughly back in was driving her mad, it was getting harder to hold back. "cum for me, sweetheart. know you need to. can feel you squeezin' 'round me."

she whimpered softly and all he had to do was reach down to circle her clit and she was done for. her climax hit like no other had and she was clenching around him so tightly that riley came right after she did, kissing all over her face, her neck, and chest.

"we're makin' a mess of this house." she laughed as she looked at the mess of clothes around the floors, the bowl spilled out onto the hardwood, not to mention the fact that they had to pull the bed out from the wall sometime to clean the glass up from the picture frame.

"y'know i'm gonna have to write a song 'bout this." he chuckled and she rolled her eyes. "even though they're all about you already." he kissed her cheek and she blushed.

"let's keep it that way, baby." she kissed his lips then hopped down from the counter, brushing her body up against his. she leaned down to pick up her bra, pushing herself onto his pelvic bone with a grin on her face.

he grunted and she leaned back up, but he grabbed her arm before she could walk away. he caught her lips with his and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. she shrieked and kicked her legs, trying to get him to put her down. she was in a fit of laughter by the time he tossed her onto the couch. "i still want you in the worst way, darlin'. you ain't getting away from me for the rest of the night."

note:

hey everyone! i know this is different from what i usually post (aka austin butler ahaha) but i noticed on tiktok that riley green usually gets a lot of attention from all the clips of his concerts, but there's hardly any content of him on tumblr, wattpad, etc. so if you don't know who this is, he's a singer. i went to his concert recently and just completely fell back in love with him, so i wanted to write for him! if you enjoyed the idea, you can totally picture someone else for the role of riley. if you want more of riley, let me know! and do your research on him because this man is something else oooh lord

[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 5: On the Road Again

Word Count: 997

Rating: G

Pairing: None

CW: None

Summary: Wayne joins the band on the road for a couple of days

@corrodedcoffinfest

Wayne really hadn’t wanted to, but here he was. 

Since Corroded Coffin’s tour began, the guys had tried to get Wayne to join them on the road for a few shows. The older man always turned them down, insisting that they’d have more fun without him, and that tour bus living wasn’t for him.

But, just like it had been from the day he was born, Wayne would do anything to make his nephew happy. So, he told them he’d come on tour with them for one weekend. Two days only, no ifs, ands, or buts.

The shows that lined up with the weekend Wayne chose were Orlando and Tampa, and Wayne thanked God it wasn’t the summer. Never mind dealing with the weather, Wayne worried the heat would make the tour bus smell worse than it probably already did. 

“Wanna visit the Mouse while you’re here?” Gareth teased when they picked Wayne up from the airport.

“I sat in front of kids who were headed to Disney –I’ve heard enough about that damn rat to last the rest of my life.”

The show that night was in a nice-sized venue, but like most of the venues on this tour, it was standing room only. That wasn’t going to work for Wayne. Luckily, there was a sound booth towards the back of the crowd with a chair Wayne could comfortably watch the show from. Or maybe just watch the show, Wayne thinks as he eyes the hard-looking plastic seat. 

The music was even louder than when Wayne would swing by to pick Eddie up from rehearsal at Gareth’s place. The audience only added to the noise. That was good for the band, he knew, but it was also grating on his nerves. 

Eddie belonged on that stage, though. Wayne watched his nephew work the crowd, never missing a note or lyric. He assumed for the lyrics, anyway. Wayne couldn’t hear Eddie clearly through the speakers, the bass drowning out his voice in every song. 

But as he watched the show, watched Eddie effortlessly play his music, Wayne knew this was exactly where the kid was meant to be. The stage was his home just as much as that one-bedroom trailer back in Hawkins. 

Seeing Eddie up on a stage felt so natural and right. But the rest of the night’s events were some of the wildest Wayne’s ever seen. The number of people waiting between the backstage door and the bus left him speechless. Security officers kept them at bay, but the cacophony of screams made Wayne think he’d landed himself in the middle of a riot.

The guys took it all in stride, though. They were sweaty and tired, but beamed at their fans as they basked in the attention. 

About halfway to the tour bus, a woman in a modified red Corroded Coffin tank top lifted her shirt up, flashing the band as they passed by. 

Wayne looked to his nephew and friends for their reactions. There hardly were any, though. To them, it was something that happened from time to time—it didn’t faze them anymore. But Wayne couldn't help but shake his head as he kept walking. 

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled under his breath.

When they finally made it onto the tour bus, Wayne felt like he escaped a war zone. The roar from the crowd outside could still be heard, but it was mostly muffled. 

“Woo!” Eddie cheered. Using both hands, he rubbed over his face to get any excess sweat off. 

“How’d ya like it?” Jeff asked as he walked towards the mini fridge. He pulled out two cans of beer and handed one to the older man. 

“Was loud,” Wayne said as he popped open the can. “But you guys look real good up there.”

Jeff slapped a hand on Wayne’s shoulder in thanks.

“So, old man,” Eddie said as he plopped down on the couch, “wanna party?”

Even the mere question made Wayne feel a hundred years old. Party? His internal clock was all messed up, trying to adjust to not being on the night shift. Right now, the only one Wayne wanted to party with was a bed.

“Boy, you must’ve lost your damn mind,” his uncle answered him.

The guys chuckled from behind Wayne, and Eddie looked up with an amused smile.

“I’m messing with you. After a show we just kinda wind down for a bit then hit the sack. Have a beer, eat something, and just bullshit for a while.”

“Too fucking exhausted for anything else,” Gareth added.

Wayne sat down on the bench situated next to the dining table. 

“I might not even make it through that whole party, but it sounds good to me.”

The next day was the same thing, just a new city. Same uncomfortable chair for Wayne, bass drowning Eddie’s voice out, screaming audience members that swarmed wherever the band would be. But there was one thing that made everything more than worth it.

“Ed? Can I talk to you for a minute?” Wayne asked after the show in Tampa, while Jeff was in the bus shower, and Gareth and Frank attempted to pop a bag of popcorn without burning it. 

“What’s up?” 

Wayne had never been an emotional man, especially on the outside. He usually just mumbled and hoped it conveyed the message.

“I, uh,” Wayne started, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Watching you be that rockstar up on stage is…it’s something that you always wanted. And you went for it and look at you now. You put your mind to it, worked hard, and it paid off. Eddie, I—I’m really proud of ya, son.”

“Thanks, Wayne.” 

Eddie was equally as awkward with emotions; even though Wayne’s words touched him almost to the point of tears, Eddie wasn’t sure how to express it. Before he overthought it, Eddie stepped forward and hugged him. 

Wayne wasted no time in embracing him back. 

“Thanks, Wayne,” Eddie repeated. “For everything.” 

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Girls Trip

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~7.7k

Summary: You meet some friends at the beach for a long weekend. 

A/N: This is another Wanda jealousy fic, but also a fluff piece. 

Warning: fluff, unwanted male attention, mentions of drug use/alcohol, jealousy, and suggestive content 

When you’d told Wanda that you were going on a beach trip with some friends from vet school, she’d been excited for you. As usual, she’ll be busy with work and couldn’t go with you, but she wanted you to enjoy seeing your friends after so long. You’d been waiting for your time off from work for weeks, and you were excited to spend half of it with your friends and the other half at home with your wife. Although you usually weren’t a fan of traveling, especially by yourself, you were going to enjoy this trip and use it for some much-needed relaxation.

Boone sits up at the sound of you coming down the stairs two at a time, and he starts to wag his tail in excitement that matches yours. Wanda looks up from her phone to see you smiling widely at your dog as you scratch his head and neck.

“I’m going to miss you bud, so much!”

Boone whines and licks you frantically and you laugh before standing up to greet your wife. You’re smiling widely as you wrap an arm around the redhead and kiss her cheek. Wanda’s smiling as you move to sit down next to her, dropping your bag on the ground with a sigh.

“Don’t tell him, but I’m going to miss you more. I wish you could come with me.“

Wanda hums in response as she considers what it would be like to go to the beach with you and your friends. She always loved seeing you happy and you loved the beach. The water, the sunshine, and the ability to just walk for miles and always see something different. The only other place you liked more was the mountains. She would love to accompany you, but she couldn’t get away from work long enough to make it worthwhile.

“I’ll miss you too, detka, but you’ll have fun with your friends. I’ll be sure to take care of your baby.”

Wanda smiles as you kiss her hair and hug her tightly before reaching down to grab your bag. It was time for you to go to the airport and you didn’t want to be late. After kissing your wife one last time you start to leave the room for the front door.

“I wish you’d let me drive you.”

You’re shaking your head before Wanda can even stand up to follow you. As much as you would like to have more time with Wanda before you leave, it’s not a great use of her time driving for an hour when she’s so busy. You know she has something important happening today, and she needs to be nearby as it goes down. You’d reassured her that it was fine, but she still felt a little guilty. She wouldn’t see you for nearly 4 days, and she didn’t even get to drive you to the airport.

“Don’t worry about it, Wands. Bucky said he was happy to, and it gives me a chance to catch up with him.”

Wanda follows you to the front door to see that Bucky is already here and he’s waiting outside of his car staring at the sky. You smile at the sight of him and you reach down to pet your dog who’d followed you and Wanda.

“I’ll text or call you every day.”

Wanda nods as she hugs you tightly before opening the door so you can meet Bucky. She tells Boone to sit and he does but he whines as he watches you walk away.

“I’ll be waiting patiently for my jellyfish picture. “

You laugh before turning back around to face your wife with a wide smile. You’d told her jokingly the other day that you would send her so many pictures that she’d get annoyed; including anything from a street sign to a jellyfish.

“I’ll see you in a few days, Wands! Bye Boone!”

The flight was relatively short and by early afternoon you and your friends were already on the beach. In that time, Wanda had just been working, and since she wasn’t sure how long she’d be busy, she’d brought Boone with her. He’d spent most of the day with her and despite missing you, he’d enjoyed his time getting to see all of your friends.

“We’re not doing that.”

Your three friends from vet school that you’d met with for the long weekend were trying to convince you to go clubbing. You were already a little tired from the trip here and you were not really up for that tonight, but you were being out voted. You also happened to be the one who lived the closest so you didn’t have much to back up your ‘I’m tired’ claim.

“Oh, come on, Y/n, it will be fun! You don’t have to get a lap dance or anything, we’re just going for drinks. “

So that’s how you found yourself in a bustling club in downtown Miami with music too loud to think over, let alone hear your friends.

You check your phone briefly to make sure that you haven’t missed a call from Wanda, but she must have been really busy today because your text from earlier still hasn’t been answered.

“Y/n!”

Your friend near shouts at you to be heard over the music, and you jump slightly as she grabs your arm. The four of you move to a quieter corner of the club with your drinks before sitting down on the comfortable couches. You sigh as you take a sip of your cocktail, wanting to relax a little despite being slightly paranoid.

You realize that this is the first time in a long time that you’ve been out in public without someone watching you. You’d gotten so used to having Bucky around that you felt comfortable going anywhere regardless of the time or the place. At least to a degree.

Now that you were just with your friends in an unfamiliar place, you couldn’t help but be a little on guard. You had no idea how far Wanda’s influence reached beyond your city, but you found it hard to believe that someone here would recognize you. You stick to this belief as you address your friend who is a little tipsier than you, but not overly so.

“How’s married life? You know you could have invited her!”

She’d told you this already when she met you at the hotel, but you still smile before shaking your head and looking to the other two friends – your only other friends who knew who Wanda truly was. You’d told them because you could tell that her unexplainable absences had made them worried for you. Of course once they’d found out about her illegal activities they’d been worried for another reason, but you’d told them that was manageable. Wanda made sure to keep you away from her work as much as possible, and nothing too scary had happened to you.

“I did invite her, but she had a lot going on so she decided to skip this time. “

You finish your drink and watch as your friends just nod and frown at the idea of Wanda always being busy. In order to prevent what you’re sure might be a concerned question you look to the dance floor as you set down your empty glass.

“Do you want to dance?”

Wanda groans as she collapses on the couch in the living room as soon as she gets home. It’s nearly 11 o’clock and she and Boone had been out all day working. Your dog had enjoyed it more than she did, but now that she was home, she was going to shower and climb into bed. Rolling over so she’s on her back, she frowns at the thought of going upstairs to an empty bed. She hated it when you were gone. Despite being dead tired and certain that sleep would come easily, she’d toss and turn for a while trying to get used to not having your arms around her. She briefly considers letting Boone sleep in bed with her, but then she remembers how much dog hair she’ll have in her mouth when she wakes up.

Sighing as she stands from the couch to head upstairs, she looks to Boone who hasn’t moved from the carpet in the living room.

“Are you coming with me?”

When Boone doesn’t move, Wanda just sighs and decides to leave him be to do as he wants. He might wander up later, but most likely he’s just going to hang out here. As Wanda walks up the stairs, she hears her phone beep from her pocket and she stops at the top to see that you’ve texted her.

Miss you!

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Apparently, you had sent her a couple of texts and she just hadn’t seen the one from earlier. She feels bad about that but she’s more focused on the picture that you sent her. You and your friends are in a dimly lit room that Wanda deduces is a club given the drinks in your hands and the number of people visible in the background. She knows that Miami has a huge club scene and it would be ridiculous for her to assume you wouldn’t go to one while you were there.

Despite not being much of a drinker, Wanda knows that you will drink as much as you need to be relaxed and enjoy your time with your friends. That said, she trusts you to be smart and given that you’re not alone she’s not as worried. The willpower it took her to not ask Bucky to follow you around had been impressive, and she tries not to regret this as she texts you back.

Sounds like you’re having fun! Stay safe, love you.

The music and the fact that you’re dancing with your friends keeps you from feeling your phone vibrate. It’s almost 3 am and you four have been here for a while, drinking, talking and dancing the night away. At one point, Emily, your wildest friend for sure, had suggested trying to find some drugs but you’d just shook your head and laughed before telling her that both of your husbands would be furious.

Still, you found yourself leaving the dance floor and following your friend who wanted to try some of whatever she’d seen people tripping on. You were dubious and tried to dissuade her, but once she had it in her hands and you saw what it was you weren’t able to stop her.

“Are you sure you want to do that? It might not be…”

Too late.

You watch as you friend snorts a little and you just roll your eyes before grabbing her arm with a sigh. This is getting a little out of hand and it’s only the first night. You look for you other two friends to see them still dancing and you hurry back over to them.

“Come on, Em, let’s dance. You love this song!”

Luckily your friend listens to you and you both quickly rejoin your friends to dance to a song you haven’t heard since high school. You won’t find out until later that your friends requested this playlist for you. They knew how stressed you’d been recently and what better way to relax than to dance to hits that made you feel young again?

When they realized it was working, they had to resist the urge to take a video of you. You were really getting into it and you weren’t even that drunk which was usually a necessary precursor for you to dance like this. An hour of non-stop dancing later you and your friends return to the bar for a break. You’re all sweating but you’re enjoying yourself and continue to tap your foot to the music as you wait for your drink. It’s just a round of waters but the bar is crazy busy so you end up waiting for a bit for yours. Three are handed to you and while the fourth is being filled you hand the glasses to your friends.

“Alright, Stef, I admit that you were right. This was a good idea.”

Your friend smiles widely as she reaches out to hug you with a laugh. You grab her water before it can spill all over you, and you sip some before handing it back to her.

“I knew you’d have fun! Good for you. You work too hard!”

You’re about to comment when the song changes and you all nearly start screaming. It’s at this time that you catch onto what your friends must have done.

“You didn’t!? Go, go! I’ll be there in a second.”

You take everyone’s drinks and decide to finish them up as you watch your friends run back to the dance floor. You laugh in amusement at how they nearly trip over themselves, but you’re quickly distracted by a sudden presence. You frown when someone bumps into you and you have to hold back the sigh that threatens to pass your lips as you see who invaded your personal space.

“Hey there.”

You realize that you’re going to have to make a hasty exit, so you finish drinking before holding up your hand.

“Hey there, I’m married.”

He unsurprisingly seems put off by this and you have to resist the urge to laugh as you take a closer look at him. He’s wearing a shirt with way too may buttons undone and he’s got a gold crucifix necklace on that catches your eyes. He uncrosses his arms and leans against the bar and he looks to you with a wide smile.

“That’s fun, babe. I just wanted to ask if you’d like to dance. Your husband won’t mind.”

You’re not sure if it’s the loud music or the amount of alcohol that you smell on him that makes him ignore you completely, but you just decide to cut your losses and head over to your friends. You want to dance to at least some of this song. Em had started to record a video for her Instagram story to capture the fact everyone was dancing when she turns her phone toward the bar to look for you. Her camera falls on you just as you’re twisting a man’s arm and pinning it behind his back. She curses under her breath watching as the brunette cringes before you shove him away from you.

“You fucking bitch!”

“Go fuck yourself, dude.”

After dancing for a while longer you and your friends decide to call it a night. The music had changed at this point and despite it still being good it couldn’t beat the playlist your friends had given the DJ. You stand outside with your friends enjoying the cool early morning air as you wait for your ride to show up. The four of you are high from the adrenaline of staying up all night, and some of you still have alcohol or something else onboard. You glance at your friend Emily to see how she’s fairing from her single snort of cocaine, and she looks really happy. Kinda high.

“How are you feeling?”

The brunette just groans as she crawls into her bed next to yours after a short shower to clean the sweat and spilled drinks from her skin. You can’t help but laugh before nodding in understanding and turning your light off. You’d showered first and your hair was still a little damp as you and your friend went to bed at 6 in the morning. You had set your alarm for 12 so you could all make your lunch reservation at a place nearby. You reminded yourself of where the sunglasses you’d bought for the beach were before curling up to sleep. You left your phone on the bedside table and when it goes off with a text a few hours later, you’re too deep in sleep to hear it.

Wanda had woken up earlier than she’d planned, but she didn’t mind since it gave her some time to relax before getting started with her day. She fed the pets before walking Boone around the woods near the house for a bit. She then made herself a second cup of coffee and some breakfast before deciding to check in on you.

She looks through her messages not surprised to see that there’s nothing new from you. You’re probably still asleep despite it being close to 10 am there, so she goes to a different app instead. She’d only downloaded Instagram to follow your friends for this trip. She knew you didn’t have one since you didn’t like posting on social media at all, so you’d given her your friends’ names and their handles so she could follow your trip. Given the time difference, you both weren’t sure how often you could text, so you’d offered this as a solution for Wanda to still check in.

It's not until you wake up to a text from your wife that you realize this might have backfired.

Wanda’s looking through your friend Emily’s Instagram feed absentmindedly as she eats her breakfast. She glances between her phone, her plate, and the dog sitting at her feet every few seconds. When she comes across the most recent video of her still awake at 5am she realizes you and your friends had a very long night. The next video was taken from inside the club. As she plays it, she hears one of your favorite songs and she smiles. She can barely make out anyone in the large group dancing, but as the camera pans away from the crowd and towards the bar, Wanda frowns.

“What the fuck.”

You groan as you stretch out underneath the covers as your alarm goes off. You’re feeling surprisingly well-rested as you reach out for your phone to silence the alarm. You sit up with a yawn and look over to your friend who still appears dead to the world. You look to the curtains that are still drawn, but you can see sunlight peeking through them. It’s basically lunch time and you jump to your feet to get ready. You kinda shove your friend to wake her up as she’d asked you to yesterday. You’re sure she’s regretting it now as she just groans loudly in response.

“Come on, sleepyhead. Get up!”

You leave her for a few minutes as you run into the bathroom to wash your face and get ready to go out. You come back a few minutes later and are surprised to see that she’s awake despite not having left bed yet. She grumbles something that you don’t hear until you grab your phone to make sure its charged enough.

“Your phone kept beeping while you were gone.”

You realize quickly that it’s Wanda trying to get in touch with you. Her day has certainly started already, but that’s not what her texts are about.

What happened?

There’s a link to Instagram sent with this text and you open it quickly before watching something that Emily had posted. You don’t realize that it’s not just her dancing in the club until you reach the end of the video. You sigh in defeat before looking to her with a frown.

“You posted this video of me from last night?”

Em doesn’t remember much of last night, so she waves you over and takes your phone with a frown. She watches the video before nodding in confirmation, not that it was needed.

“Yeah! It was badass. Why you don’t like it?”

You shake your head because you do like that you put that asshole in his place, but you hadn’t banked on your wife seeing it. You sit back down on the bed before trying to figure out what to tell Wanda.

“I do, but Wanda doesn’t seem amused.”

You start typing your response as Em gets up and she shrugs before disappearing into the bathroom with a smile. She ducks inside before the pillow you threw can hit her, but you hear her laughing loudly through the door.

“Oh well, I’m sure she’ll just fuck you silly when you get home as punishment.”

Your eyes roll dramatically before you decide to check on your other friends to see if they’re ready. They aren’t early risers either, so you figure if you want to make this reservation, you’re going to have to be a little proactive.

Wanda’s driving to the compound when you text her back. She looks over to Boone who she’d let ride in the front seat next to her because he loved to stick his head out the window. She didn’t like letting him do it when she couldn’t see him, so she’d caved and let him sit in the front for once. He looked like he was enjoying having his fur blown back and the wind smack him in the face, but to each their own she supposed. When her phone beeped signaling a text she saw that your name popped up and she pressed the button that would read out your response.

Oh the usual. Men with their egos that are always larger than their brains.

Wanda isn’t surprised by this answer but she was hoping for more context. She supposes she’ll just have to ask for it once she gets to the compound. She looks over to Boone who’d ducked his head back inside when he heard talking. As soon as the music started playing again, he just turns back to the window and puts his paws up on the door.

“Boone, no.”

He whines, but he puts his foot back on the seat obediently. Wanda only lowered the window half way, but she didn’t want to risk him falling or jumping out. She’s sure that you’d be furious with her if you came home to your dog injured.

“We’ll be there soon, bud. Then you can see Fanny. That will be fun right?”

As if he knows what she’s saying, or he can even hear her over the wind blowing past his face, he barks excitedly into the wind. Wanda just rolls her eyes but she reaches out to scratch him with a smile.

He was ridiculous. Just like you.

Lunch ends up becoming an early dinner because your friends wanted to go shopping. You usually hated shopping, but you decided to use this as an opportunity to find something nice for Wanda. It wasn’t something she asked for, but whenever you went somewhere without her, you’d buy her something to surprise her with. It was usually jewelry or an outfit that you thought she’d like or that you really wanted to see her in. It depended on where you went, and you figured that in a place like Miami, there would be a lot of possibilities.

“I can’t believe you won’t tell us what you got for her!”

You laugh as you continue to drink your margarita with a shake of your head. You split from your friends briefly and wandered into a store where you thought you could find something for Wanda. Despite being very overwhelmed and a little uncomfortable, you’d found a couple things for your wife that you thought she’d like. At the very least you’re sure you’d like them.

After you’re finished with dinner, you’re dragged to yet another mall where you look for a less provocative gift for your wife. You’ve already bought Boone some new toys and you got Fletcher a little bandana that she’d look good in. You go to a couple of clothing stores but you don’t like clothes shopping, and Wanda has a lot of similar clothes already. You are wandering around the store, mostly following your friend when you notice a jacket across the room. You wander off with a smile and a brief excuse before going to get a closer look.

“Umm hello.”

You smile widely as you reach out to touch it and you groan under your breath. It’s so soft and it’s so cute. You know that your wife will look so good wearing this. You might also get to borrow it occasionally.

“Did you find something you like?”

You turn to see Stef looking at you with a wide smile. She’d noticed you practically run over here to look at the jacket, and she couldn’t help but follow you curiously. She looked to the price tag for you and she whistled catching your attention.

“Wow, it’s $500.”

You smile at this because you don’t care if it had been twice that. You are getting this for your wife. You take it off the rack once you confirm it’s the right size before you turn to your friend.

“Anything else you want? I think I’m good.”

Instead of clubbing again tonight because everyone agreed to take a break, you all went out for drinks on a bar along the beach. It was nice out and you could smell the salt in the air which made you feel even more relaxed than any drink could.

You look out onto the water that you can’t see because of how dark it is, but you smile as you think about what your wife could be up to. You and Wanda need to go to the beach soon, but maybe not here in Miami. It was a little hectic at times, and you’d seen more naked people here than you had at that nude beach in Spain.

Wanda groans loudly as she lifts the box out of her trunk with an exaggerated huff. Her brother had gotten her a new set of guns because he’d needed to replace his own, and they were a lot heavier than she was expecting. She’d thought that he meant maybe a couple of hand guns and maybe one other, but once she gets the box in the living room she realizes there are at least 8 guns in here.

“Jesus, Piet.”

Wanda decides to close the box and deal with them later before walking over to the kitchen with a yawn. She looks to Boone who’s sniffing the box that she’d made sure was locked before abandoning it to see what she’s making for dinner. You probably wouldn’t want her to have all of these guns in the house, but she’s not sure where else she could put them. She supposes she could give some back.

Her phone distracts her from this thought and she shuts the fridge before she can grab anything to eat. She walks over to where her purse had fallen on the ground and she picks it up and takes out her phone.

She smiles when she sees a message from you with a picture of the beach. It’s very dark out but she can make out the water line. The picture isn’t the main event anyway.

Taking a break from the clubs tonight. I spent most of the day shopping for the perfect gift for my greatest love.

Wanda can’t help but smile at this and she quickly responds before getting started on dinner. Boone’s pawing at her now waiting impatiently and she just frowns at him before shaking her head.

“No second dinner Boone.”

You receive Wanda’s text and laugh out loud at what she says. You’re rolling your eyes as you take a sip of your drink. Your feet are aching from being on them all day, and all night so you hope that this is your last stop for tonight.

Oh? What did you get Boone this time?

Your response comes a little while later because your friends return from the bar with food that you quickly dig into. You’re so hungry you could eat 7 of these appetizers, but you pace yourself before recalling that you have a lot of snacks in the hotel.

“This has been amazing! What should we do on our last full day and night tomorrow?”

Everyone was flying out around the same time on Monday, so tomorrow was going to be the last chance to go crazy which knowing Em, was going to happen with or without you. There’s talk of going back to the beach which you vote for because you want to keep tanning and you haven’t found your wife a jellyfish yet. Despite laughing at your adorable excuse, they decide they’ll go to the beach in the morning before it’s too crowded and too hot before going to a museum. You’d frowned at the thought of art, but one of your friends had mentioned going to a science museum nearby instead and you’d been more interested in that. You voted for a walk in the gardens but that was less popular, so you figured you’d just have to see if there was time.

“We’ll just see how it goes. Either way, we’re going back to Miami beach at night. “

Everyone cheers and you just laugh in amusement as they down their drinks. You miss your wife and dog a lot, but you can’t deny that you’re glad you came here. It’s been a nice way to relax and take a break from work. You probably weren’t going to do cocaine tomorrow though.

Later that night, when Em is in the shower you try calling Wanda. You hadn’t spoken with her since leaving for this trip and you wanted to see if she was available. It was only 6 there so there was a 50/50 chance she was working despite it being a Saturday.

“Hey, detka. One second.”

You just nod as you listen to Wanda shut a door assuming she was in the middle of something when you’d called. You hear the sound of Boone’s collar in the background and you smile widely.

“Hi Boone!”

You hear him whine a little and bark before Wanda’s laugh cuts him off. She walks down the hall to the bedroom before lying down with a smile.

“I knew you would miss him more.”

You laugh before shifting so you’re more comfortable on the bed. You haven’t showered yet and you don’t want to get under the covers, so you just curl up on top of the bed with a sigh as you glance at the too many shopping bags from today.

“Not at all, my love. I may have gotten him a cute toy and a vest, but your gift is definitely much better.”

Wanda smirks at the thought of what you could have gotten her this time. You were always so thoughtful and got her gifts wherever you went without her. She tried to tell you that it wasn’t necessary, but you’d always say that you wanted to. Or that you couldn’t help thinking about her. You were always so sincere too that she couldn’t even bring herself to roll her eyes at the borderline cliché things you said.

“Oh yeah? What did you get me? Or is it a surprise?”

The last time you’d gone somewhere, she thinks it was California for a conference, you’d gotten her a little surfboard for Fletcher. This was to try and teach her to like the bathtub, but it had backfired and now the sight of the board freaked her out. It had become more of a toy for Boone who would kick it around in the backyard. You’d also gotten her a beautiful necklace and a couple of rings to replace the ones she’d lost.

You’re still smiling as you decide to tease your wife a bit, and you jump out of bed and walk over to the bags near your suitcase.

“It’s a surprise, Wands, but I’ll give you a hint.”

You reach into one of the bags and Wanda hears what she’s sure is plastic and tissue paper that’s wrapped around something. She doesn’t have a good guess but she hears you set something down before unzipping some article of clothing. A dress? A jacket? She supposes it could even be pants. She’s of course more frustrated when she realizes that you really are teasing her.

“That was actually for Boone because yours doesn’t really make sound.”

You nearly laugh when you hear Wanda groan over the phone before you head back to bed. You hear the shower shut off so you don’t have a lot of time to say what’s next on your mind before you’re no longer alone.

“You’re so mean.”

You imagine Wanda’s pout and you wish you were with her to kiss it away. You sigh as you lie back down and stare at the ceiling. Tomorrow would be fun, but you’re glad there’s only one more day before you’ll be home.

“I’m sorry, love. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get home.”

Wanda looks forward to this and she doesn’t care what she has going on Monday, she’s going to spend the day with you. She imagines that if she has her way, a lot of the day will be spent in this very bedroom.

“I’ll hold you to that, Y/n.”

You don’t talk to Wanda again until you send her a picture of a jellyfish in the water in the morning. Wanda of course sends you a smiley face before asking if you really took your phone with you into the water. It was not exactly waterproof and you had a lot of pictures of your dog on that phone. Once she points this out, she gets another picture of it half buried in the sand with the caption ‘it’s safe now’.

You and your friends spent the day going all over the city. While half of you went to an art museum, you and Stef went to the science museum nearby. You weren’t really an art person, but you could and had spent all day in a science museum. You skip out on the botanical gardens to go to a food market that makes you feel like it’s your favorite holiday. You buy way too much food, and send Wanda a lot of pictures and texts of food asking if she wants any. You’d gotten her some chocolate and wine, but she’d told you to just enjoy yourself. You’d still gotten her some goodies before going back to your hotel room to rest for a bit before dinner.

The last night, you were going all out and you’d reserved a spot at a ridiculously expensive restaurant to treat your friends at. You knew that they all made good money, but they’d spent a lot of money while here already. You didn’t want them to feel pressured and you told them it was a gift from Wanda, which it technically was. It was her ‘thank you for taking care of her wife’.

“This is so nice Y/n.  We have to call Wanda later to thank her.”

“Or send her one of those cute baskets that we saw today!”

“Or Y/n could send her a pic of the lingerie set she bought her.”

You are tempted to throw a piece of bread at your friend for this, but it tastes so good you don’t want to waste it. Instead, you glare at her and roll your eyes. You don’t offer a verbal response because there’s no point in denying it. Stef rolls her eyes too before shooting Em a look that has her raising her hands in defeat despite still smiling widely.

“Okay, but that’s from Y/n, not us.”

Dinner was amazing and you and your friends did end up thanking your wife before heading back to Miami beach. You all ran to the hotel to change into something more appropriate and comfortable. The night is somehow even wilder than the first and you and your friends don’t get back until 7am this time. Check out is at 11 so most of you sleep at the airport while waiting for your flight. You’re glad you packed ahead of time so you could roll out of bed, change, shower and check out.

You sigh in relief and exhaustion as you sit down in your seat on the plane. You’d splurged and bought business class because you knew this trip would be exhausting and you’d want to sleep all the way home. You’re counting down the minutes until you can lie down when Wanda calls you.

You’d been the last one to fly out and after saying goodbye to all of your friends you had to wait for a while before your flight boarded. Now that you were there and comfortable you had to force yourself to stay awake.

“Hey Wands.”

Wanda smiles at how tired you sound and she can only imagine how busy your night was. Your friend Em didn’t post as much, but she did have a picture or two that she’d posted while at the airport. You and your friends were drinking and dancing. She saw smoke in one of the pictures, but since you weren’t visible she wasn’t going to worry too much about it. After all she was only really upset about the beach video.

“Hey detka. Are you on the plane?”

You nod before telling Wanda that you just sat down and you should be taking off soon hopefully. You and Wanda chat for a bit before she asked if you had any plans for when you came home. You laugh before shaking your head and telling her that you’ll be relaxing until you got back to work in a few days. She hums in acknowledgement as she continues to cut up fruit for a salad. She felt excessive but she had a small separate bowl that was for the pets. They loved fruit and she would use them as treats for the next couple of days. Fletcher was a fiend when it came to blueberries and Boone would do almost anything for a banana. It was his favorite which made whenever you tried to eat one hell. He would chase after you and beg for some and you had actually stopped buying them recently for this reason.

“What about you, Wands?”

She just shakes her head before claiming that her only plans are to spend time with you. Work was a little calmer today and she’d told her brother not to bother her unless someone was dying. She hadn’t seen you in days and she wanted to spend time with you.

“And Boone of course.”

You smile before realizing that boarding is finished and you need to get off the phone. You sigh before telling Wanda this and looking for your seatbelt.

“I’ll see you soon, okay Wands?”

Wanda smiles before looking at the clock. 5 hours until you were home.

“See you soon, detka.”

Boone is lying on the carpet downstairs in the living room bored out of his mind. He’s already had his afternoon walk and Fletcher wasn’t in the mood to play, so there wasn’t much going on at the moment. His mom was upstairs and he was just left to his own devices. He fell asleep for a bit before the sound of a door slamming startled him awake. He listens carefully and hears a car drive away and soft footsteps on the driveway. He’s jumping up and running to the door to investigate at the same time that Wanda appears from the bedroom. She’d been tracking your flight and she’d tried to go pick you up but you’d told her not to. She wanted to see you sooner, but you didn’t want her to have to drive and come get you.

“Boone, who is it? Who’s here?”

Boone is already whining and pacing back and forth when he sees you outside headed up the front steps. He continues to cry and tries to jump on the window before Wanda tells him to sit and she opens the door for you. She smiles widely when she sees you and you return the gesture before dropping your bags by your side and holding out your arms.

“Hey there, beautiful. I missed you!”

Wanda rolls her eyes but she doesn’t protest as she pulls you into a hug and holds you tightly. She’s missed you and having her arms around you like this makes her want to get you inside as quickly as possible. She just wants to hold you for the rest of the day.

“You too Wands.”

Wanda groans in annoyance before slapping your arm playfully as she lets you go so you can greet your dog. He’s whining and shifting from side to side impatiently, but when you drop to your knees and smile at him he pounces on you.

“Hey buddy. Were you good while I was away?”

Unsurprisingly Boone continues to whine and lick you as you scratch him excitedly. You eventually stand up before kissing your wife with a smile as you hug her again. You missed her.

“Let me grab my stuff, then we’ll…”

You trail off as Wanda grabs them for you and leads you inside quickly. You laugh at how in a rush she is, but you figure you’d be the same way if Wanda was gone for days.

“I got it, detka. Come on, get your ass in here. “

You and Wanda made it upstairs into bed in record time and Boone is sitting outside the hallway panting excitedly. Your wife had wanted to help you unpack, but you’d dragged her into bed to lie down. You were still tired despite sleeping most of the flight. Last night had been a lot and you were realizing how long it took you to bounce back.

“I’m glad you had fun, Y/n, but next time I’m going too.”

You laugh at this before kissing the top of your wife’s head with a smile. You would love if she came with you next time because you know it would only make things more enjoyable for both of you. Someone would have to watch Boone, but that was easy enough to take care of.

“That would be even better.”

You pull Wanda closer to you before kissing her forehead and then lips. You continue kissing until you feel her start to tug on your shirt. You pull away with a curious look but Wanda just continues to try and lift it over your head.

“You know, I never told you how I felt about that video.”

You frown in confusion until it dawns on you what video Wanda’s talking about. The one from the club. You hadn’t really explained that, but you figured now was as good a time as any. You frown slightly but you’re not going to try to get out of it now. If Wanda wanted to know something she would find out one way or another, so the easiest thing to do was just tell her now.

“Oh, the one from the club? Yeah I--.”

Wanda cuts you off as she shakes her head with a frown. She was talking about the one of the beach where you had spent an adorably long time wading in the waves and looking for jellyfish to send her pictures of. It was taken by Emily again and it showed you walking around with your head down and phone in your hand muttering to yourself. The video had multiple people walking by, but only one stopped to look at you, and it was obvious from his expression what he was admiring. The video cut out with Emily groaning and muttering something uncomplimentary about men under her breath.

You look to your wife with wide eyes when she tells you all of this. You didn’t know that Emily had taken yet another video of you, but like the first it was biting you in the ass. You shake your head before offering an apologetic look that Wanda barely notices. She’s thinking about how good you looked in your swimsuit and how much skin was on display. How much of your beautiful, toned body that was only hers to look at, was on display. She pushes your shirt up higher so she can see the muscles that were barely on display in the video, but she knew they were there and that was enough to rile her up.

“I didn’t like watching someone else stare at what’s mine.”

You’re nodding immediately because you can commiserate. You would have been mad too if you saw someone looking at your wife greedily as she walked around the beach in a bikini. In fact most of the time when she wore one it was either with family or on your private part of the beach that your beach house was built on.

You let Wanda take off your shirt and you hiss as she immediately starts to run her hands along your stomach. She pushes your bra out of the way so she can kiss your breasts, and you squirm to free one of your hands to take it off. Wanda beats you to it though and its off and thrown near the door before you can blink. You miss how Boone just huffs and lies his head down in the hallway as your wife continues to lay kisses along your chest and neck.

“I’m the only one who gets to touch you, to kiss you like this, right?”

You know you don’t have to answer this question because Wanda knows that your hers and hers alone. You’d never had any interest to be with another woman since the day you met the brunette. You’d been drawn to her immediately and it only took a few dates for you to realize that you weren’t going to want anyone else like this again.

“Answer me.”

You didn’t realize that Wanda just wanted to hear you say it until she squeezed your neck. She doesn’t do it tightly enough to hurt, but it gets your attention and you gasp before nodding frantically.

“Yes, Wands. You’re the only one.”

Wanda smiles smugly before she rolls you over onto your back and she sits up so she’s on top of you. She settles onto your thighs and she releases her hold on your neck as she leans in to kiss you. You moan loudly when Wanda rocks against you before she reaches for the waistband of your pants with a smile.

“Good girl. Now let’s have some fun.”

Masterlist

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

justjust hear me out. hear me out okay. surprising jack at the freaky tales premiere, or showing up at the hotel the cast were staying in. reader and jack hadn't seen each other for almost a month just a SUPER fluffy reunion. and maybe even pedro making fun of them a lil

It's a little short, I have to get the hang of writing for jack 😮‍💨BUT I hope you like it:)

Reunited - Jack Champion x Fem!Reader

Summary: You surprise your boyfriend at his movie's afterparty.

Y/N: I have a few Jack requests, which I WILL get to, but I'd like to keep my Tumblr as Scream-related as possible, so I'll sprinkle them in every now and then:)

Jack had been gone for a month promoting Freaky Tales. It’s the longest you’d gone without seeing each other, and it wasn’t easy. You tried to make plans to fly out to see him, but your school schedule was just too crazy. You had to settle for the late-night phone calls, but you didn’t care, as long as you got to talk to him.

When you found out at the last minute that your exam date had been moved, you wanted to call Jack and make plans to come see him. It would only be a couple days, but you wanted to spend that time with him. After thinking about it, you decided to surprise him instead.

You reached out to his manager and started to set up the plans. He sent you the itinerary for the day of the premiere, and after checking flights, you realized that you’d never make it in time for the movie, but you could surprise him at the after party.

Once you landed in LA, you quickly ran to the airport bathroom to change from comfy clothes to a dress and fix your makeup. Fortunately, your hair held up during the flight, so that was one less thing to worry about.

You felt like your body was tingling as you made your way to your Uber, knowing that you were in the same city as him giving you butterflies. You checked your phone to see a text from Jack, saying that he’d already walked the red carpet and that the movie was about to start, and how much he loved you. You smiled at the text as the driver was making small talk.

You also had a text from his manager, telling you to go in through the side door of the venue down the street from the theater once you arrived. Some of the press had moved to the venue for post-movie interviews, and you knew he was going to get held up in that.

A little over an hour later, your phone started to ring in your purse. You pulled it out to see Jack’s goofy picture on the screen.

“Hey, babe. How was it?” you asked, the excitement in your voice making him smile.

“It was amazing. I’m heading to the afterparty now, but I just wanted to tell you that I love you,” he said, as Pedro was in the background roasting him for the sappiness.

“Hey, I haven’t seen her in so long,” you heard Jack say to him, but you started giggling when Pedro responded to him with kissing noises.

“This guy’s giving me shit. I’ll call you later tonight, okay baby?” he said, laughing as he spoke.

“Okay, be safe,” you said, as it took everything in you to not tell him you were there.

You started to look around the reception area and saw the place card on the table with Jack’s name on it, and noticed your name was on the seat beside his. You smiled when you saw it, so thankful that his manager was able to pull this off in such short notice. You soon saw someone from his team walk in, she was smiling as she made her way towards you.

“Hey! He’s outside, but he’ll be in soon!” she said, looking you over. “You look great!”

“Thank you,” you said, looking towards the front entrance. You were starting to get nervous, and she picked up on it.

“I’m going to take you over to this private room, and I’ll bring him to you after he’s done with his interview,” she said, smiling as she led you there. “I think it’s sweet that you came here for him. He’s really been missing you.”

“I’ve been missing him, too,” you said, “I don’t want him to rush, but he needs to hurry up.”

She laughed at your joke before walking out of the room, leaving you on the sofa as you waited. You kept checking your phone, and after fifteen minutes, Pedro walked into the room. He put his finger up to his mouth, signaling for you to be quiet.

“Hey, Jack!” he yelled; you heard your boyfriend’s footsteps as he got closer to the room.

“What’s up-“ Jack said, before noticing you sitting there. “Babe! I’m so happy to see you!”

You stood up as he walked over to you, your arms instinctively going around his neck as his lips connected with yours. His hands went around your waist as he lifted you off the floor.

“I thought you had your exam today?” he asked as he held you.

“It’s on Monday, so you get me for two whole days.”

He kissed you again before gently placing you back on your feet.

“You look so beautiful,” he said, taking in the appearance that you pulled together in the airport bathroom. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I thought the surprise would be more fun,” you laughed a little, as his eyes looked into yours.

“It’s the best surprise ever,” he said, grabbing your hand in his.

“If you guys want to make out, get it out of your system before we’re sitting at the dinner table,” Pedro said, making you blush as Jack rolled his eyes.

He placed a few more pecks to your lips, before he led you out to join the rest of the party.

[hungermakesmonsters]

Catch Me If You Can

Chapter Twenty-Three

Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time you’re done, Billy decides he’s anything but done with you.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R 

Chapter Rating : R - the usual

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] The usual smuttiness and some very vague violence. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : ~5.1k

A/N : Reader has a theory about why Billy followed her to Mexico...

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE | CHAPTER SIX | CHAPTER SEVEN | CHAPTER EIGHT | CHAPTER NINE | CHAPTER TEN | CHAPTER ELEVEN | CHAPTER TWELVE | CHAPTER THIRTEEN | CHAPTER FOURTEEN | CHAPTER FIFTEEN | CHAPTER SIXTEEN | CHAPTER SEVENTEEN | CHAPTER EIGHTEEN | CHAPTER NINETEEN | CHAPTER TWENTY | CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE | CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Chapter Twenty-Three

After Billy’s arrival in Mexico, things took a strange turn and, for the longest time, you couldn’t say why. Once he’d made his apology to you on the balcony, you decided to go shower and give him some time to apologise to Karen for crashing your vacation. Billy was reluctant to leave you alone, presumably because he wanted to shower with you, so you had to all but force him out of your room, telling him that you’d meet him and Karen later, once he’d sorted everything out with her. 

When you were finally alone, you took a long shower, thinking over everything that had happened. And, the more you thought, the worse you felt about everything. 

Of course you were happy to see him - you didn’t think there would ever be a time when you wouldn’t be happy to see Billy - but there was something about him being there that just didn’t sit right with you. You felt like you should have pushed him for more, that you shouldn’t have just accepted his apology the way that you did.

Did he not trust you? Did he think you were going to fall into bed with someone else? Or did he think that being away from him would help you notice all the issues in your relationship, all of his issues? 

Ultimately, you weren’t sure. It didn’t make sense.

He’d put it down to impulse control issues - you should have called him on that, he knew that you hated him hiding behind that - and this definitely wasn’t that. This was planned; he’d booked a flight and a hotel room, he’d driven himself to the airport and gone through security and gotten on a plane. It wasn’t some spur of the moment lapse in judgement. 

The more you thought about it, the more convoluted everything became. Maybe he really was just there because he missed you and because he was worried. Maybe it was just that simple and innocent. But, as you’d told him, you felt smothered. And, now, it was making you feel out of control in a way you hadn’t felt since Scott.

You took your time getting ready to meet Billy and Karen, giving one word answers to texts, agreeing to meet them at seven for food and, even then, you were five minutes late.

They were already waiting for you and, from the looks of it, had been there for a while, with half-finished drinks in front of them. Karen smiled at you and Billy fell silent as you approached and took a seat.

“You’re happier than I was expecting you to be about all this,” you looked at Karen, trying to figure out why she was so accepting of Billy’s presence on your girls only vacation.

“Well, the way I see it, if he’s here,” she nodded towards Billy with a smirk, “he’s not pissing Frank off and it’ll give Frank some time to consider his priorities.”

“You know, you could just ask Frank to move in with you, right?”

“Wait-wait-wait,” Billy shook his head in disbelief, “you actually want to live with Frank? Why?” You slapped his arm and earned yourself one of those trademark Billy Russo smirks, as if he was so proud of his little joke. “Oh, this is perfect. Please, let me be the one to tell him?”

“Why would I do that?” Karen asked, obviously about as impressed with Billy as you were.

“Because he’s been on my ass for months about settling down, and turnabout is fair play?” Billy answered. 

“He’s been on your ass because you spent years fucking every woman in New York and, now that you’ve finally found one that’s willing to put up with you, Frank doesn’t want you to screw it up.” Karen answered back.

“I don’t know if I’d say I put up with him,” you tried your best to sound serious, barely biting back a smirk, and earning yourself a nudge beneath the table from Billy’s foot. You gave him a fond sort of smile and Karen gave a snort.

“Okay, if you two are going to start getting all lovey-dovey, I’m going to need a lot more to drink...” she joked, making a point of turning her attention to the menu while your gaze lingered on Billy.

It was always so easy to forget all your doubts and worries whenever he smiled at you like you were the only other person in the world but, now, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a deliberate action on his part to make you simply accept the fact that he was there. A suspicion that only seemed to grow when he pulled his phone from his pocket and he tried to suppress a frown, a look that you’d seen on his face several times while he and Frank had been looking for the security threat that had turned out to be the private investigator sent by your ex.

He was trying to hide something.

“What’s wrong?” You dared to ask, your imagination already starting to go to some pretty dark places.

“Nothing. It’s fine,” Billy answered, forcing a smile, his eyes flickering to Karen for a split-second. 

“Frank giving you a hard time?” Karen offered.

“Yeah,” Billy shrugged, like it was nothing.

You dropped your eyes to the menu, trying to decide if you were being paranoid or if there was something going on, something that they were trying to keep from you. It didn’t feel like paranoia but, for the life of you, you couldn’t even begin to guess what sort of thing the pair of them might be trying to keep from you. Except -

No. No. 

You felt ridiculous the moment the thought popped into your mind; Billy hadn’t followed you to Mexico to propose. That would be insane.

But, it would explain all the secrecy and weirdness.

Fuck. What would you even say if he did propose? You hadn’t even known him for half a year - you couldn’t marry a man you barely knew. But, you loved him and the thought of spending the rest of your life without him was unbearable. And you already knew that Billy wouldn’t take a rejection well - if you told him no it would probably end your relationship.

Once the thought was in your head, it was hard to shake it. So much so that you spent the rest of the evening thinking about it, equal parts excited and terrified even though you had no real evidence that that was why Billy was there. You tried your best to keep up with the conversation, but you were distracted, stuck on that one little idea.

After eating, the three of you headed to a little bar that overlooked the ocean but, still, your mind was elsewhere.

“This place is nice,” Billy said, letting his gaze wander out over the water before his attention turned back to you. “Maybe we could stay a little longer? Make a real vacation of it?”

“You know I can’t,” you told him, looking to Karen for support who was, conveniently busy looking at her phone. “I’ve got to sign my contract with The Bulletin and I need to finish packing up the apartment so I can move in.”

“I’m sure they could email you the contract over, and I could hire movers for you?”

“We can go on a proper vacation some other time, I can’t just drop everything and -” 

“Karen, you’re on my side, right? Don’t you think she needs a real vacation?” He looked at Karen and, for a moment, she seemed a little uncomfortable being dragged into your argument but then she shrugged and looked your way.

“You have had a pretty stressful couple of months,” was all she dared to offer, but it was more than enough to cement in your mind that there was something strange going on.

“Exactly,” Billy agreed.

Not wanting to argue in front of Karen, you let the conversation drop with little more than a shrug and muttered promise to consider it. You had another drink before deciding that you were tired and were calling it a night. Billy took that as his cue to finish his drink and, after the pair of you walked Karen back to her room, he led you to the suite he’d booked for himself.

The second the door was shut and you were alone, Billy had you in his arms, kissing you with an eagerness that never seemed to fade. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, holding him tight.

“You okay? You seemed a little quiet tonight,” he asked softly when the kiss finally broke, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ear.

“I’m just tired,” you didn’t like lying to him but you weren’t sure what else to tell him, and you hated yourself even more when he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Do you want to go sleep?” He asked you so tenderly that it made your heart ache, looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world to him. “We can just curl up in bed and -”

You cut him off, your fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, and pulling his lips back to yours. As confused as you were by everything that was going on, it didn’t change how you felt about him, especially not in sweet and tender moments like that one. And it definitely didn’t change how much you wanted him. 

The kiss was all the sign Billy needed and, as you kissed, he awkwardly started to lead you through the suite and towards the massive bed while his deft fingers unzipped your dress and slid it down your body. Meanwhile, your own fingers clumsily helped rid him of his shirt.

A laugh slipped between your lips when he suddenly lifted you and practically threw you onto the bed in nothing but your underwear. You bit your lip, watching as his pants dropped and he crawled onto the bed, smiling that big stupid smirk that got you every single time. Moments like this were what you loved the most about being with him; his desperation gave away how much he wanted you, while his playfulness reminded you how no one else got to see this side of him.

Billy Russo was yours. Just yours.

(And, honestly, if he’d asked you to marry him at that moment, you would have agreed without hesitation.)

His lips pressed to your cheek as he climbed on top of you, kissing one side of your face, then the other. Then he kissed the tip of your nose, drawing a soft laugh from you, and his eyes seemed to darken at the sound. Finally, he kissed you again, parting your lips with one stroke of his tongue. It was a slow, teasing kiss, the kind that left you breathless and craving more, craving everything. 

Everything moved at Billy’s pace, even when your fingers started to press into his back, urging him on. He lingered against your lips like he was trying to commit every little detail to memory before moving on. His lips followed your jaw neck before slowly moving down the column of your throat, kissing and licking before scraping his teeth along your skin causing you to squirm beneath him.

Down, down, down, he went, and you knew exactly where this was heading. He always made such an event of going down on you, as if he enjoyed it just as much as you. Kisses trailed down over your collarbone to your chest where, following a few awkward movements and a little more laughter from you, Billy removed your bra. Again, he took his time, enjoying running his lips and tongue over your breasts, teasing your nipples, causing them to pebble. His eyes flickered up to see yours as he started to suck on one of the hardened peaks and you heard a low groan from the back of his throat, a sound that seemed to resonate between your thighs.

Then he moved again, his kisses following the faint scar that ran down your stomach, his fingers hooking on your panties. He gave you another look as he trailed his tongue around your navel, making you squirm again, getting more and more desperate for him with every passing second.

Without warning, he tore your panties from your  body.

“Billy,” you whined, barely holding back a laugh, “you need to stop destroying all my panties.”

“Maybe you should just stop wearing them,” he smirked.

Your lips parted, ready to offer some withering retort but, before you could get the words out, his hand slipped between your thighs and he finally touched you. Instead of words, a soft sigh left your lips.

His touch was featherlight, the tip of his finger running through your folds and finding you desperately wet for him. Billy looked at you again, watching your every reaction as his finger slowly teased you, coating it in your slickness before, just as softly, pressing it to your clit.

“Billy -” you said his name like a plea, like you were begging, praying for him to do more, “- please...”

The way he licked his lips caused you to tremble, your whole body seeming to heat up just from that one little gesture. And, while you were distracted by his mouth, he took the opportunity to slide his finger into your eager pussy. A moan slipped out, your eyes still stuck on his, watching as he finally lowered his head between your thighs.

By the time you felt his tongue against you, you were so sensitive that you couldn’t hold back another, louder moan. Fingers slipped through his hair, urging him closer, wanting him to devour you. But still, he moved slowly and purposefully, knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

A second finger joined the first, offering you some slight relief, but it was nowhere near enough. He was driving you crazy, completely insane. His tongue circled and lapped against your clit in time with the slow thrust of his fingers between your trembling walls, as you pulled his hair and tried to grind yourself against him.

“Billy...” you finally broke, your voice an awkward whimper.

He lifted his head and your breath caught at the sight of his lips, glistening with your arousal. For a moment he waited expectantly, his fingers still keeping their slow pace.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked as innocently as he could while holding back a smirk.

“Stop teasing me,” you begged.

“But it’s so much fun,” he answered back, causing your toes to curl. Reaching behind you, you grabbed a pillow and swung it at him, catching him on the side of the head and earning a laugh from him that had you grinning. God, you loved him so much. “Alright, fine... always so needy for me...”

He grumbled and pretended to complain for a second before lowering his head and pressing his mouth to your again, his touches and movements quickly becoming more pronounced, so much so that you weren’t sure how long you’d even last. Your hips lifted off the bed and your fingers fisted his hair tighter the closer you got to falling apart. Every breath you took was punctuated with a moan, with his name. Until, finally, you came on his fingers, against his greedy tongue, your thighs trembling and tightening around his head.

Once he was sure you were completely finished, Billy lifted his head and slowly slipped his fingers from your body, the grin on his lips telling you that he was proud of himself. For a moment you found yourself just staring at him, at his smug smile, before dropping your head back on the pillows and starting to laugh.

That seemed to be Billy’s cue to move back up the bed, laying himself beside you.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

“Nothing,” you told him, gently cupping his cheek and running your thumb over his lips, “I just love seeing you happy like that.”

“You make me happy,” he told you, making it seem like some secret confession, some dangerous piece of information. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, of course you do,” his lips kissed your thumb and, again, you found yourself thinking that thought, wondering why he was really in Mexico. After this little moment, a marriage proposal didn’t seem quite so crazy anymore.

“Bet I can make you happier,” you muttered softly, urging him onto his back as you crawled on top of him.

You slipped his boxers down enough so that you could sit with his erection between your thighs, lightly running your hand up and down it, and watching his reaction. You’d never get tired of watching his gaze fill with that barely contained wanting or the way his lips would part as his breath got shorter.

“Now who’s being a tease?” He finally broke, his hands on your legs, lightly squeezing your thighs.

“Now who’s being needy?” You retorted.

Billy didn’t respond, save for a huffed laugh, but it was more than enough to make you move. You held his cock steady as you lifted your hips, your gaze catching his, watching as his eyes slowly dropped down your body to watch as you sank down onto him. Your breath caught and you moved as slowly as you could, enjoying the feeling of every last inch of him inside you.

Once you’d taken him all, you rolled your hips softly and managed to draw a desperate groan from Billy, and you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. Your movements were slow and delicate as you took his hands and placed them on your breasts, intent on teasing him until he broke and begged for mercy, just like you had.

Minutes passed, and you could tell just from looking at him that he was barely holding himself back, that he wanted more than the slow rise and fall of your body atop of him.

Your back arched and a shiver ran down your spine when his hands slid down your body, from your breasts to your hips. His fingers gripped you and, for a moment, you let him help guide your movements, setting a faster pace. You let him take what he wanted, let him take control. Until you realised that he was doing it, until you realised that he was taking what he wanted rather than begging for it like you’d had to.

Smirking down at him, you took hold of his wrists and pinned them above his head before returning to your slower, more teasing pace. 

Leaning down, you ghosted your lips over his, pulling back when he lifted his head to try and kiss you. He pulled against your hold on him, and you pressed harder against his wrists in response, trying to keep him restrained. You leaned again, doing the same, earning a frustrated grunt from Billy when you denied him what he wanted. He struggled again, this time with a little more force, forcing you to use all of your weight to keep hold of him.

And, that’s when you heard it; that sharp little gasp, that almost panicked sound.

There was a flicker of something on his face, something that matched the awkward breath, something uncomfortable and anxious, something that almost looked scared.

You let go of his wrists instantly and Billy took the opportunity to roll you and place himself on top and in control of the situation. Looking up at him, you wanted to say something, wanted to ask if he was okay but, before you could find the words, he was kissing you and driving his hips into yours, taking what he needed from you.

Neither of you lasted more than a couple of minutes. You came first and Billy followed after, leaving you body panting and sweat-slicked. He buried his face against your neck, panting for breath while you could still feel him throbbing inside you. Your fingers ran through his damp hair, your mind still racing over that moment, that one small instance of panic that you’d managed to cause.

“You okay?” You finally managed to mutter, your words little more than a whisper in his ear.

For less than a split-second he tensed, then rolled away from you. “I need a shower. Wanna join me?”

“No, Billy, I -”

“Alright then,” and, with that, he stood and made his way to the bathroom, leaving the door open in case you decided to change your mind.

You didn’t change your mind. In fact, for the first thirty seconds, you were content to just lay in bed, thinking about sleep. But that thought was still in your head, and you had to know for certain. So, as quietly as you could, you got up and started to look through his things, trying to find something that might tell you why he was in Mexico. (Trying to find an engagement ring.)

Over the sound of the air con, you didn’t notice that the shower had stopped. And you didn’t notice Billy standing there until he spoke, catching you rummaging through his suitcase.

“What are you doing?” He asked from the bathroom doorway, a towel around his waist, chest and arms still dripping.

“I was -” you paused awkwardly, feeling your cheeks start to warm, “- looking for something to sleep in.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” he stepped towards you, pointing out a tee shirt that had been left on the nightstand of your side of the bed. Thankfully, he didn't sound angry, just confused. “What were you really looking for?”

“It’s stupid,” you sighed. “I was being stupid.”

“Tell me,” he stopped just out of arm's reach, taking in the sight of you, of your embarrassment.

“I was looking for an engagement ring,” your gaze dropped and you felt like such an idiot.

“An engagement ring?” Billy repeated. “Why would you think -” he cut himself off with a shake of his head. “Is that what you want from me?”

Was it? No. Well, maybe yes but - fuck, you hadn’t even known him a year, you weren’t even living together yet. 

“No, that’s not - I just want to know what’s going on. I don’t know what’s going on with you,” frustration filled your voice. “First you show up here, and then -”

“I told you already, I came to Mexico because I was missing you. There’s nothing going on with me.” He interrupted. 

“Then what was that in bed?” you dared to ask, even though something told you that you shouldn’t.

“What was what?” And you could tell he knew exactly what you were talking about.

“You looked like you were about to have a panic attack in the middle of sex, Billy.” You put it as bluntly as you could, knowing that it would do neither of you any good if you dragged things out.

“That’s not what that was and that’s not what we’re talking about right now.”

“You never want to talk about it.”

“Because there’s nothing to talk about,” his arms folded across his chest.

“You still don’t trust me, do you?” You asked, hating to make it about yourself, but the realisation hurt too much to keep it to yourself.

“It’s not that. Sweetheart, I trust you, it’s just...” he couldn’t seem to find the words. You gave him a moment, gave him a second to think, to breathe. “It’s complicated. It doesn’t matter.”

“I can handle complicated, Billy. My life isn’t exactly simple, is it?”

“I don’t want to be a burden,” and the words hit you like a slap, the implication clear as day.

“Is that what I am to you? A burden?” 

His eyes found yours the moment the question left your lips, his head shaking. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what, Billy? I just want to understand,” you practically pleaded with him. “I love you and it kills me to see you like that - it kills me to know that I’m the one causing it.”

“No, sweetheart, no,” he cleared the distance between you in a heartbeat, pulling you into his arms and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s not you. I promise it’s not you. I’m just - I’m still figuring out how to be who you need me to be.”

You pulled back a little, needing to look at him, confusion written all over your face. “I don’t need you to be anything, Billy. I just want you to be you, why is that so hard for you to understand?”

“You don’t even know what you need,” he answered back.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You were just searching through my things looking for an engagement ring.”

Your cheeks started to heat again and you felt like an idiot. He was right - at least, you could understand how you might have made him feel. But that wasn’t the point. He kept hiding things from you. There was something going on and you knew it, but he still wouldn’t tell you what. And what had happened in bed just added to your confusion.

Your lack of response had Billy sighing, sitting on the edge of the bed and running a hand over his face. He looked exhausted, and that was something else you blamed yourself for.

“Can we talk about this in the morning?” He offered and it seemed like the sensible thing to do.

You were both clearly tired and nerves were frayed, continuing the conversation now would only result in someone saying something that they didn’t mean and you didn’t want that.

“Okay,” you relented but, instead of moving towards the bed, you made your way to where your dress had been discarded and started to pull it back on.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m going to go back to my room -”

“Why?”

“I just need some space, Billy,” you explained, turning back to him once you were, mostly, dressed again.

“So you’re walking out on me?” He didn’t move from the bed but the look on his face made your chest ache.

“No, that’s not what this is,” you cleared the distance between you and placed a hand on his cheek. “I just need some time to think about some things and - and I think you do too.”

“I don’t need to think about anything. I know what I want,” he told you, his hand covering your own and holding it against his cheek.

“Then you need to think about why you’re here and why you won’t explain it to me,” trying to keep the frustration from your voice. “I know you missed me but this isn’t that, Billy. You’ve survived a few days without me before.”

“It’s not important, it’s -”

“It’s important to me, Billy, and maybe you need to think about that too.” Before he could respond, your hand moved to cover his lips and you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’m not walking out, I’m not leaving you, but I do need some time alone. But I will come back to you. I’ll always come back because I love you, okay?”

The hesitation was noticeable before he finally nodded and you pulled your hand away from his lips.

“You look exhausted, Billy. Get some sleep.” Then you turned and started towards the door before he could think to try and stop you.

You heard a muttered goodnight from him as you closed the door behind you. A thousand different emotions waged war inside you and, by the time you reached your own room, you didn’t know what you were feeling anymore; embarrassment, frustration, anger, sadness. Billy had managed to make you feel almost everything all at once.

There was no chance of sleep that night, not when all you could do was think about everything that had happened and the fact that you still didn’t understand why he’d needed to follow you to Mexico. Eventually, you mind settled on something that you’d said to him - you needed space.

That was what this vacation was supposed to be in the first place; space, some distance from Billy so you could think. But, since you couldn’t have that space here in Mexico, you decided that you might as well try to find it back in New York. 

You checked the flight times and arranged a taxi to the airport, trading in your ticket for an earlier flight. But, you knew you couldn’t just leave without saying anything, so you wrote Billy a note and asked a maid to slide it under his door a couple of hours later.

Billy,I’m going back to New York. I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you first, but I need some space. I’ll be here waiting for you when you get home and I’ll be ready to move in with you. I’m not leaving you, I just need a little bit of time on my own. I love you so much, please don’t worry about me. Tell Karen I said sorry.

You turned off your phone and, before you knew it, you were on a flight back to New York. Of course, you knew he was going to be pissed but you needed him to understand that you felt smothered, like you had no space - you needed him to understand that before you moved in together.

The flight was uneventful and you even managed to sleep for a few hours, and the taxi ride home was quick. You didn’t think to turn your phone back on until you were back in yours and Tammy’s apartment, ready to crawl into bed for a few more hours of sleep before getting up and making a start on the packing. There were dozens of missed calls waiting for you, along with texts and voicemails, all seeming increasingly frantic.

With a sigh, you hit play on the first voicemail.

“Don’t go back to New York,” Billy’s voice sounded panicked, worried even, “I’m sorry, I’ll tell you everything. Please, just come back to the hotel.”

The next was from Karen and it was much of the same, confirming your suspicions that she knew why Billy was really in Mexico.

As the next message started to play, there was a knock on the door. Given the early hour, you assumed it would be a delivery for Tammy, so you headed towards the door as the next message started to play.

“Sweetheart, please, you can’t go back to New York, it’s not safe,” but the warning came far too late.

You pulled the door open and, before you could think to even gasp in shock, a gunshot rang out.

Everything went black.

Chapter Twenty-Four

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𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬/𝐫𝐮́𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐨, 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝟕 𝐨𝐫 𝟖 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲'𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬. )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬 𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨

" Are you sure you’ll be ok? "

Sergio, who held their seven month baby girl in his arms huffs out a breath before rolling his eyes at his wife’s unnecessary concern, she was asked called in for a work trip which would see her leave to Italy for about a week and a half, " Amor, we’ll be fine ok! she’s going to have fun with me, not to mention the entire training center adores sweet Bea "

Beatrice babbles happily while she cuddled into Sergio’s embrace eliciting a smile from him and his wife who says, " You know I’ll always be concerned " she sighs, " Make sure she’s probably fed, I left bottles in the fridge for you to warm up and … no staying up late ok "

" I got this don’t worry " Sergio assured her before he and Beatrice saw her off to the airport then returned home.

The following weeks were spent with Sergio taking Beatrice with him to the training center, the players as well as the staff doted on Beatrice who was quiet and reserved as opposed to babies in that age, he’d then take her to the park, along with a few trips back to Sevilla to spend time with his parents. All the while he’s ensuring she had the best time, he also made sure to keep his wife updated.

He sent numerous pictures throughout the week, and was delightfully surprised by her posting one of them on her social media account.

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝.

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Rúben picks up his eight month old daughter Violetta in his arms and smiles at her, " It’s just you and me princess, your Mãe just travelled " he states, gently taking her to the bedroom, where he placed her inside of the crib, " You know I miss her already and it hasn’t been twenty four hours since she left "

He’d been married to Y/N for three and a half years and was blessed with Violetta eight months ago, those three and a half years were full of bliss and elation, akin to three months that passed by ever so quickly.

Violetta babbles, while Rúben continues talking, " I love your Mãe so much, always had adored how hard working she is but I hate these work trips no matter how long or short they are, not having her around makes the house feels lonely, don’t get me wrong, we are both blessed by you, but she’s the light that keeps the house afloat "

The next two weeks, Rúben was able to juggle through and divide his time between taking Violetta with him to training, as well as taking her out to the park as well as play dates with the other babies, he was grateful for the presence of his teammates who aided him to ensure the weeks were much more facile, while doing so he made sure to update his wife with photos, and funnily enough three days before she left he finds one of the photos on her social media profile.

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝.

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Sacred New Beginnings- Chapter 6

A/N- sorry I’ve been so behind lately guys! Life has been kicking my ass and writers block has reared its ugly head. But I’m finally here, we are going to do a couple of time jumps in the future but if you’ve read Lover you know we have a happy ending, so don’t worry!

Summary- Jake and Stormy hadn’t seen each other in a month, finally a long weekend sees our lovers reunited, but not everything is smooth sailing.

Warnings- Drinking, language, a little bit of violence, smut (save a horse, ride cowboy Jake 🤠). Minors DNI.

Song inspo- “I miss you”- Adele

Pairing- Jake Seresin x reader (oc Stormy)

It had been nearly a month since you’d seen Jake, your perfect week in San Diego heavy on your mind as you packed your bag for the holiday weekend. The two of you had been swamped with work but every available hour of free time was spent on FaceTime, most nights falling asleep together through the phone.

Stepping out of the airport brought it all back, sometimes you still couldn’t believe he was really yours, especially when he was scooping you into his arms and carrying you bridal style to his truck, giggles pouring from your lips at his need to be touching you at all times.

He’d missed you so damn much, he’d barely made it in the door before he’d taken you up against the wall (you knew that sundress had been a good idea) and then again in the shower before you both finally collapsed in the sheets of his California king bed he’d let you pick out before you went back to Florida.

Waking up to him would always be your favorite thing, he looked so at peace and almost boyish in the mornings it made your heart clench as your eyes took him in. Heavy body half slung over yours, perfect hair in complete disarray as he let out little snores (that he vehemently denied were a thing).

You’d spent the day at the beach catching up with the daggers and getting all the hot gossip from Phoenix and Bob’s wife Ellie. Rooster had been relocated to the Golden Warriors due to an altercation he’d had with Jake on your last visit, he and Mirage were apparently working on a relationship and she was still very much pregnant. You had ripped him to shreds before you left and hoped he would get his shit together so it was refreshing to hear that he at least seemed to be trying for his future child. Ellie also spilled the beans that she and Bob’s newest baby would be a little girl, their very first and you had to laugh and say a silent prayer for her 3 big brothers, sweet little thing would no doubt be spoiled rotten.

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Dinner and drinks at the Hard Deck were a must, you never thought you’d be so nostalgic for one of Penny’s greasy cheeseburgers and a night of pool with your friends. You offered to grab the next round of beers, copping a feel of your super hot boyfriend as you passed, truly the man had no right to look this good. It made it more and more difficult to leave San Diego being in his orbit, he’d clearly been spending way more time in the gym without you around and it definitely showed, you were pretty sure one wrong move would split the sleeves of his button up from the swell of his biceps and it had you hot and bothered already.

Penny rang up your beers as you two chatted and got caught up, but you noticed a concerned look from her in the direction of your group that had you craning your neck to see the issue. You’d barely been gone 5 minutes and already two of the little tag chasers that frequented the bar every weekend were crowding Jake and Javy, barely there tops and cut off shorts leaving very little to the imagination as you caught one of the girls place her hand on Jake’s chest.

“Hey no fighting in my bar Stormy, you know the rules” Penny said with a gentle hand on yours, she should practically see the steam billowing from your ears as you took the scene in.

“I know the rules Pen, I promise to be sweet as pie” you scooped up the beers and gave her a wink, she groaned and facepalmed as she mentally prepared herself for what you had in store for those poor unsuspecting idiots.

Natasha caught your eye as you placed the beers on the table, probably a little rougher than was necessary and she tried to catch your arm but you easily slipped from her grasp as you looped through the crowd of your friends. Jake looked a little panicked when he saw your face, he had tried to warn them off that his girlfriend was here and he wasn’t the least bit interested but these girls were persistent, one had even gone so far as to suggest you could come home with them and watch and Javy had to stop himself from laughing directly in her face. You didn’t share and you certainly didn’t take kindly to someone trying to touch your man, so when you’d crossed the threshold to the pool table everyone seemed to stop what they were doing, very interested in seeing where this situation would go.

One of the girls had her hand on Jake’s bicep as he was trying to let her know his girlfriend was behind her, as she whipped around to say something snarky but it all died in her throat when you grasped a handful of her hair and yanked her backwards.

“Didn’t your mama ever teach you to keep your hands to yourself?” You said as you pushed her towards her friend, both of them stumbling backwards in their ridiculous stilettos.

“Look honey I get that you think you’re something special but your “boyfriend” isn’t the relationship type, he’s told me so before several times after we’ve hooked up so I-“

She didn’t get very far before you lunged at her, it took Jake, Javy and Mickey to hold you back as the bell rang out from the bar. You hadn’t hurt anyone yet but Penny decided it was best to send both girls packing before she had to call a coroner to collect them. You were fuming, once they’d been sent overboard the boys let you go, you smacked all of them on the arms as you wrenched yourself from their grasp, stomping out the back exit with your middle finger in their general direction. Jake was on your heels with a promise that he’d keep you from hunting them down, catching you just as you slammed your fist into the weathered wood of the building.

He grabbed your hand before you could do anymore damage and you half wanted to rip his head off, looking every bit your callsign with the storm raging in your eyes.

“Baby, come on, look at me please? Don’t worry about those girls, you know they don’t mean shit to me…right?” He suddenly looked very worried at the thought that you might not believe him. “You do know that don’t you?”

You swiped the tears from your eyes before you could get more emotional and let him pull you into his arms, you weren’t really pissed at him and deep down he knew that. “Of course I do Jake, you’ve never lied to me, it's just still new with us, sometimes I forget just how many of these girls have been one night stands, I’d be lying if it doesn’t make me feel a little jealous. I feel like I need to keep you locked up in the house, it should be illegal for you to look this good.”

He throws his head back and laughs at that, but you’re serious. He’s yours now and you want everyone to know that the only girl Hangman is taking home is you.

You slide your hand across the back of his scalp and give a sharp tug, making his eyes fly open as he tries to stifle a moan.

“Does it look like I’m joking Seresin? You want to swagger around here in your half buttoned shirt and slutty jeans, getting me all hot and bothered? You like making me jealous? Maybe we need to go home so I can show you who you belong to since you seem to have forgotten.”

His pupils are blown and irises nearly nonexistent, you can feel him hot and hard pressed against your thigh, you know this side of you has got him right where you want him.

“You just say the word sugar and we can head home, I’ll even get on my knees and beg you to forgive me.” He says a little shakily, he’s not at all used to someone else being in control but damn he wants to see where you take this, it may be the hottest thing he’s ever seen watching you be dominant and a little mean to him. He’d fuck you right on the pool table in front of everyone right now if you asked, he’s starting to worry the two of you might not make it home without him taking you.

It didn’t take much convincing to leave the group shortly after, you were still angry and Jake was definitely too turned on by it to continue playing pool. You barely said a word on the ride home, and didn’t give him the chance to open your door as you marched into his house, disappearing down the hallway to the bedroom. He shook his head and chuckled a little, it was hard to take you seriously when he knew the end result would be the two of you fucking but he had no idea what you had in store.

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You’d planned on making this weekend a little adventurous anyways but now you were angry and determined, overcome with the need to be in charge. So when Jake stepped into your space seeing you stripped down to your lingerie you refused to let him touch you, swatting his hands away and pushing him towards the mattress.

“C’mon baby you aren’t still mad are you?” Jake huffed as you took both his hands and bound them with the rope you’d originally brought for him to use on you.

“You promised you’d beg for forgiveness Jakey, so that’s exactly what’s gonna happen. No touching, no cumming until I say so, by the time I’m done with you I’ll have you a ruined mess. How’s that sound?” You were eyeing him with curiosity, you’d always let him take the lead in bed but you had a feeling he would like this more than he had ever let on. You definitely weren’t disappointed as you saw his eyes darken, he was practically salivating at your words and you hadn’t even touched him yet. Grasping his chin between your fingers you hovered your lips against his, every time he leaned forward you pulled back and by the third time he was whining, you knew he’d be putty in your hands but this was better than you’d expected.

“Baby I-I’ll do whatever you want, fuck just-just kiss me please and then you can string me up six ways to Sunday, I’ll be good I promise.” He had the cutest little pout going and you couldn’t help but lean in and give him what he wanted, running your hands through his golden hair and licking into his mouth as he tried to scoot closer to you, poor thing probably didn’t even realize he was doing it until you stepped away from him completely soaking in his pink cheeks and glazed eyes.

“Alright sweet boy, you got your kisses. Sit still and be good, promise I’ll make it worth your while. I need you to tell me if it’s too much though, ok?” You lean in to press kisses to his forehead as he nodded enthusiastically and you try to stifle a laugh, he’s like a damn puppy just trying to get your attention.

“Alright baby, lay back. Think I might give you something you’ve been asking for first, gonna let me ride your pretty face? How’s that sound?”

He scoots to the headboard as fast as he possibly can with his hands tied, gazing up at you as you remove your skimpy underwear and climb up his body, pressing kisses and nips to his skin and oh you might just be hooked on all the little noises he’s making. Finally settled above his face he gives you that million dollar grin you love so much, and licks from your entrance to your clit, testing the waters as he goes through all the little tricks that have proven to have you a moaning mess, the room filling with sounds of you both and the lewd wet noises as Jake ate at you like a starved man. Once he’d sent you over the edge, white knuckling the headboard as you cried out for him you felt a little more at ease, but you wanted more. He had a bit of a kink for edging you and you’d always wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine, so you climbed off of him with jelly legs and splayed your naked body on top of his, pressing his tied wrists above his head as you tasted yourself on his tongue and ground your obscenely wet pussy all over his clothed cock, he was hard as a rock bucking up into you at the delicious friction. Pulling him from his briefs caused him to hiss into your mouth, and you pulled back to nip at his jaw, seeking out the spot on his neck that was most sensitive.

“Oh fuck, baby come on now, you can’t just tease me like this forever- Jesus Christ-“

You’d found the spot evidently, that combined with you grinding yourself across his erection, letting your clit bump against the head as he flexed his hands against the rope. “Shhhh, let me have my fun baby, ohh ohhh it feels so good, shit you feel so fucking good” you were close again already and Jake was losing his mind, in reality he could get out of these knots fairly easily but he’d promised to be good, maybe he had a death wish but saying underneath you like this would be a damn good way to go. He felt himself getting close, you could tell he was nearly there when you wrenched yourself away from him and watched the look of shock cross him as the neediest whine you’d ever heard came from your big hulking boyfriend.

He was leaking like a damn faucet in your hand, tip angry red while his chest heaved, an artist couldn’t begin to try and sculpt how gorgeous he looked to you, your mouthy over the top man was quickly being reduced to a puddle and you were thrilled with the result. You proceeded to play with him and back off two more times with your hands and mouth before he was thrashing his head back and forth, a sob bubbling up from his chest.

“Please-please baby I can’t anymore you win, next girl that comes near me is gonna know I’m yours before she even gets close enough, f-fuck shit I can’t- love you so fucking much”

You laved your tongue over the head of his cock and batted your eyelashes, you definitely got the appeal now as you took in his sweaty form, poor Hangman; reduced to near tears in under an hour just from his sweet little girlfriend, if you were honest you enjoyed it a little too much. Sliding back up his body you removed the ropes, kissing at his wrists and he sighed in relief, he kept his hands to himself as he waited to see if you’d give him what he needed.

“Go ahead Jakey, take what you want baby I’m all yours.”

He flipped you both over immediately, sucking on your tongue as he slammed into you, loud moans and harsh slapping noises coming from your bodies as he sought out his release.

“Fuckin mean, toying with me like that sugar. You know you’re all I’ve wanted, think about this pretty pussy gripping me tight all fucking day, give anything to fuck you like this every night. Nobody makes me feel as good as you do- no one. Love you so goddamn much.”

Now he’s turned you into the moaning mess, playing with your clit as he fucked you hard, you were on the edge again he could feel you pulsing around him, pulling your face into his he sucked your bottom lip and came, desperately grinding up against him as you rode the aftershocks together.

You couldn’t believe what had come over you and you put your hands over your face and giggled. He laughed at how cute you looked and stole kisses, you both needed to get up and shower but these little moments were so scarce these days that he couldn’t help but stay put as long as you’d let him.

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Sunday morning was lazy lovemaking and breakfast in bed, before he finally had to help you pack up to head back to the airport. You’d been a bucket of tears the whole car ride, practically in his lap in the truck the second he’d parked.

“We got this baby” he’d said as he walked you to security, and your heart broke with every step you had to take to get on your plane. Once a month would never be enough, you both wanted a lifetime, it was time to make some changes.

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Crossed Paths- Joseph Quinn

Description: Joe's stressful day at LAX takes an unexpected turn when he reaches out to (Y/N), a flight attendant, but most importantly, the girl he has been in love with for so long.

Warnings: None, RPF Fic

Word Count: 2434 (A long one!)

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Joe was going through a particularly rough day. He had been at the Los Angeles airport for hours, desperately trying to find a flight to London. With cancellations, fully booked flights, and limited options, it was looking increasingly unlikely that he’d make it in time to be with his family for the birth of his godchild. His frustration was palpable, a gnawing sense of urgency mingling with helplessness.

In a moment of desperation, he pulled out his phone and hesitated before typing a message to (Y/N), the woman he’d been trying so hard to forget over the past month after their last interaction.

Joseph Q.

“Hey (Y/N),”

The message felt strange and awkward as he tapped away, but he pressed on.

“Sorry to text you out of the blue, but I think I might need your help.”

“Is there any way you can help me get a flight to London? Ashley’s labor started a bit earlier than expected, and I’ve been stuck at LAX for hours with no luck finding a flight.”

“I’m really sorry to bother you with this, but you’re my last resort.”

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was in the middle of a private flight to her next destination, fully absorbed in her responsibilities. It took nearly two hours before she could check her phone. Seeing Joe’s name pop up made her heart skip a beat, but she quickly set her emotions aside and decided to respond setting her feelings aside.

(Y/N) ✈️🖤

“Hey,”

“I’m on a flight right now, but once I land, I’ll see what I can do to help. I’ll let you know once I have news.”

Joe’s sigh of relief was almost audible as he read her reply. His fingers fumbled a bit as he typed his thanks.

Joseph Q.

“Thank you so much. We’ll be in touch.”

As soon as (Y/N) landed, she dove into the post-flight procedures with a sense of urgency. With only an hour before her next flight, she made her way to the airline’s ticketing desk. Despite her efforts to expedite the process, the options were grim; no flights available for several hours. Frustrated but undeterred, she moved to a VIP lounge and began making calls, hoping for a miracle.

After about fifteen minutes, her persistence paid off. An operator managed to secure a seat for Joe the following day at noon. As soon as she had the details, she shot Joe a message requesting his passport number and payment information. The minutes felt like hours as she awaited his response, but soon enough, Joe’s details arrived. Moments later, she was on the phone with him.

“I got you the flight,” she said, navigating her way to her next gate. “It’s private and at noon tomorrow, but at least you’ll get there.”

Joe’s smile was wide, the tension melting away from his shoulders.

“You’re literally the best. You don’t know how much this means to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“No worries. I know how important it is for you to be there with your family. Listen, I have to go, but I’d suggest you go back to where you’re staying, take a shower, eat something, and get a bit of rest. There are quite a couple hours left before your flight. Make the most of them.”

“Yeah… Yeah, for sure, I’ll do that. I’m going to let you go now, okay? I know you’re still working. I’m sorry and once again, thank you so much.”

“Okay, Joe, I got it,” (Y/N) laughed softly, the warmth in her voice evident. “Take care.”

She hung up and quickly transitioned to boarding her own flight. Meanwhile, Joe grabbed his suitcase and backpack and called an Uber to head back to his apartment. Despite his exhaustion, his mind was a whirlwind of anxiety and lingering thoughts about these last months events.  That night, sleep came reluctantly, interrupted by worries about missing out such an important moment with the people he loved and the memory of that last conversation he had with (Y/N). Suddenly, his mind transported him all over again to that late afternoon of the 8th of January.

A warm sun cast glow stood over the park as Joe and (Y/N) settled onto a bench after Joe ditched an event he had been invited to. They’d both decided it was worth stealing a couple hours for them to spend time together before (Y/N) needed to leave for work again. The conversation flowed easily at first, punctuated by comfortable laughter and complicity. Yet, beneath the surface, there was an undercurrent of tension that neither of them could ignore after some of the last situations that had been occurring.

(Y/N) shifted nervously, her fingers tracing the patterns on her coffee cup. “Joe, there’s something I need to talk to you about,” she began, her voice tinged with hesitation.

Joe looked at her with a mix of curiosity and concern. “What’s on your mind?”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about this.. I mean, us.” she said, struggling to find the right words. “I just don’t see how our lives can really be together in any way beyond what we have now. I mean, we’re in such different places, and it feels like we’re trying so hard to fit puzzle pieces together that are never going to be meant for each other…”

The words hung heavily in the air, and Joe’s heart sank. He had feared this moment but hearing it out loud made it feel more real than ever.

“You think we can’t make this work?” Joe asked, his voice barely masking the pain he felt. “I can’t accept that. Not after everything we’ve been through, not after all the time we’ve spent together. I don’t want to see you as just a friend. I can’t.”

Joe’s heart dropped at her words. He leaned forward, his voice cracking slightly. “I can’t accept that, (Y/N). We’ve built something real here, something worth fighting for. This can’t be over before we’ve even had a real chance…”

(Y/N) looked away, her own heart feeling like it was about to explode. “Joe, I care about you more than you know, but sometimes that just isn’t enough… You know I’ve tried. But our realities just seem too far apart. I don’t want us to get hurt. It’s just not real.”

The park grew quiet around them as the sun began to set, leaving the two of them in a silence heavy with unspoken words. Joe was mad. It wasn’t fair to him to be denied the one person he wanted most. He felt frustrated and helpless, knowing that even though she faced her own grueling work demands, he their own needs and desires were being overshadowed by the reality of his status in society and of the amount of pressure that came with that. The world seemed to stand still for a moment, and Joe’s voice broke through the quiet with a final, resolute statement.

“If we’re not willing to fight for this, then what’s the point of all the effort we’ve put in?” Joe’s voice trembled with conviction. “I’m not willing to just settle, (Y/N). I refuse to let everything we’ve shared be for nothing.”

But he did settle. He let it go, and the weight of that decision still felt like a crushing blow, one of the deepest regrets he’d ever harbored. The echo of his own words haunted him as he lay in bed, wrestling with the sting of lost possibilities and unspoken promises. Despite his restless mind, he managed only a few fitful hours of sleep before his alarm jolted him awake. He hurriedly prepared for the day, his movements automatic. Once he reached the airport, the check-in and security process went smoothly. He slumped into his designated area, waiting for his flight to depart in three hours. An hour into his wait, Joe’s phone buzzed with a new message, interrupting his music.

(Y/N) ✈️🖤

“Are you still at the gate?”

Joe paused the music and leaned forward, eager to respond.

Joseph Q.

“Yeah. Still got an hour of waiting left.”

(Y/N) ✈️🖤

“Have you eaten anything?”

Confused, he quickly replied with a no.

(Y/N) ✈️🖤

“Okay. Remind me of your gate number.”

Joe’s heart raced as he read the message. He sent his gate number and then scanned the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of (Y/N). Just as he was about to give up, he saw her approaching, her suitcase in tow and a few items in hand, and he couldn’t help but smile. He stood up and waved, trying to make his presence known.

They met in the middle of the bustling terminal. (Y/N) greeted him with a warm smile, and Joe took some of her bags, their hands brushing briefly.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, though he was already half expecting the answer.

“I work here,” she said, raising an eyebrow, causing Joe to chuckle.

“I mean here as in literally here… Like right in front of me.”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged with a hint of playfulness. “I figured you hadn’t eaten with all the nerves, so I wanted to make sure you had something in your stomach. You have a long flight ahead of you.”

Joe shook his head, a smile spreading across his face.

“You making this so hard for me, you know? Doing all these things when you don’t have to… I don’t even know what to thank you.”

“You don’t have to say anything. It’s just how I am…” She glanced away, then looked back at him. “I’m supposed to be done for the day. I could stay a bit while you wait for your flight if you want some company.”

“Oh, hell yes. Come on,” he said, already pulling her suitcase. “Let’s find a spot to sit.”

They found a quieter corner of the terminal, a small oasis amidst the chaos. (Y/N) pulled out a coffee she’d picked up for herself and took a sip, her eyes softening as she watched Joe. He was hunched over a sandwich, his exhaustion evident but still somehow striking.

“So…” Joe ventured, his attempt at casual conversation tinged with nervous energy. “How have you been?”

(Y/N) flashed him a warm smile, her gaze lingering just a bit longer than usual. “I’m good. Just the usual grind. How about you?”

“I’ve been well,” Joe said, his tone casual but his fidgeting betraying him. “I’m wrapped up in a project for the next few months. Back in LA soon, though. You know how it is—work.” He hesitated, glancing at his coffee cup as if it might offer some solace. “It’s been a while, and I…”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh softly, a sound filled with affection. “You’re really nervous, aren’t you?”

“Am I?” Joe asked, trying to sound nonchalant but clearly failing. “I guess I didn’t know how things would go after we hadn’t talked for a while.”

(Y/N) leaned in slightly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Chill out, Joe. We’re just catching up. It’s not a performance.”

Joe chuckled, looking both relieved and sheepish. “I guess I’m a bit rusty at this whole ‘casual conversation’ thing.”

“Oh, come on,” (Y/N) teased, her grin widening. “You’re an actor! If you can handle dramatic monologues and intense scenes, surely you can handle a simple chat with me.”

Joe raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing. “True. But I’ve always had a weakness for certain people. I turn into a bit of a mess when I’m around you. You know that, right?”

(Y/N) playfully rolled her eyes, but her smile remained. “Well, that’s good to know. At least I can still make you nervous. It’s nice to have that kind of power, don’t you think?”

Joe’s smile softened, and for a moment, the weight of their complicated past seemed to lift, leaving behind a shared sense of ease and familiarity.

After chatting and sharing a few laughs, Joe glanced at the clock and realized it was almost time for him to head to his private flight area. 

“Well, I guess it’s time for me to go,” Joe said, looking a bit reluctant. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

(Y/N) stood up, smiling softly. “I’ll walk you to your gate. It’s the least I can do after all the trouble you’ve been through.”

Joe smiled gratefully. “I’d like that.”

They walked together through the bustling terminal, heading towards the private flight area. The conversation remained light, filled with easy laughter and casual comments about the absurdities of airport life.

As they reached the entrance to the private flight lounge, Joe stopped and turned to (Y/N), his expression a mix of gratitude and something else—something deeper.

“Well,” he said, his voice softening, “I guess this is where we part ways for now.”

(Y/N) nodded, her eyes meeting his. “Yeah. It’s been really nice catching up. And, uh, good luck with everything.”

Joe hesitated for a moment, then took a step closer, his gaze lingering on her lips. “You too. I hope everything goes smoothly for you.”

There was a brief silence as they both seemed to hesitate, unsure of the next move. Finally, Joe gently cupped (Y/N)’s face with his hands, his touch tender but uncertain. 

(Y/N) looked up at him, her heart racing. “Joe…”

He leaned in slowly, and (Y/N) met him halfway. Their lips brushed in a soft, lingering kiss—hesitant but filled with a quiet, shared longing. It was brief, but it held the weight of their unspoken feelings.

When they finally pulled away, both were a little breathless, their eyes still locked. 

“I should go,” Joe said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” (Y/N) replied, her voice equally soft. “I’ll see you around.”

Joe gave her one last, heartfelt smile before turning to enter the private flight area. (Y/N) watched him go, her heart aching with a mix of warmth and sadness. She took a deep breath, turning to walk away with a sense of bittersweet contentment.

As Joe disappeared into the private lounge, he glanced back one last time, catching (Y/N)’s gaze. He gave her a small, appreciative nod before disappearing behind the door. 

(Y/N) stood there for a moment longer, then turned and walked away, her heart full of a quiet hope and the lingering echo of their tender farewell.

[cherienymphe]

Stranger Things (Peter Parker x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON, implied murder, changeling!Peter

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summary: He looked like Peter, and he sounded like Peter...but the man you'd been sleeping next to for months was not your boyfriend.

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A simple trip across the water.

That was all it took to turn your life into a nightmare.

It had been Peter’s idea, backpacking and camping across Europe for your 2-year anniversary. You’d never been much of an outdoor person, but with Peter, he had a tendency to make you feel comfortable doing all sorts of new things you would’ve never considered otherwise. It didn’t take much convincing, agreeing with a bashful smile while he kissed you.

You’d left in the early hours of the morning, waving your neighbor goodbye as she stood outside checking her mail. Everything had been smooth sailing. Airport security, the plane ride, the landing, and even finally getting to your first destination. You’d never been much for the wild or anything related, but being with Peter made you admit to almost loving it. Two weeks of bliss and new experiences that you knew you’d tell your grandkids about one day.

You were having the time of your life.

And then it all came crashing down.

Waking up to find Peter gone wasn’t a strange occurrence. Sometimes he was cooking something over the fire, but most times he was just relieving himself in the trees. However, after about 10 minutes or so with no sign of him, you’d grown worried.

“Peter?” you had called out, zipping up your jacket to protect you from the cool morning air.

With no reply, your worry had only grown. The only sound to meet you was that of the occasional bird and the crunch of dirt and rocks beneath your feet. He never went far into the trees, and you’d walked much further than he ever would’ve gone with still no sign of him. Despite how much you were telling yourself not to panic, your brain and heart weren’t really on the same page.

With no texts from him and no sign of him, Peter was officially considered missing by the next day.

“Your father and I will be there in about two days,” your mother told you over the phone, voice thick with emotion.

She had grown to love Peter like a son in the two years that you’d been with him, so this was just as hard for her. His aunt May was supposed to be coming a few days after them, unable to get a flight right away. The authorities were as helpful as they could be, but your father didn’t exactly agree.

“Have you searched this area? And what about here? I’m not understanding why you’re not looking everywhere possible,” he’d snapped at one of the men.

“Dad,” you had chastised, frowning at him.

He loved Peter just as much as your mom, and you knew that he was only frustrated and as scared as you, but you didn’t think it was fair for him to take it out on people who were only trying to do their job. His face had fallen, and he’d sighed, making his way over to you.

“I’m sorry, kiddo,” he’d apologized. “I just feel like they could be doing more.”

“They’re trying, okay?” you had tearfully said, wiping your face.

However, your dad’s anger and frustration were nothing in comparison to May’s. After she’d hugged you for what felt like hours, she’d rounded on the nearest man possible, tearing into him like he was personally responsible for Peter’s disappearance. Your lack of information to provide didn’t help things either. After all, Peter had been at your side when you went to sleep, and when you woke up, it was as if he’d walked off with no trace.

The idea that he could’ve just…left had never crossed your mind. It was unfathomable to you, and yet… They hadn’t been able to find any sign of a struggle nor any indication that he’d gotten lost and hurt himself. There’d been no stray hair of his or shoe prints or even some fabric from his clothing. It was as if someone had reached down from the sky and plucked Peter from where he stood.

Eleven days.

That was how long Peter had been missing.

It was eleven days of torture and turmoil and worry that was slowly but surely bleeding into grief. The worst-case scenario haunted you from the back of your mind, and you’d been fighting against every fiber of your being to ignore it. What if he was dead? What if there was no sign of him because there was nothing left to be found? It was eleven days of little to no sleep, and unfortunately, you looked like it.

Your hope never waned, and you were days away from going out into those woods yourself when May got the call. You couldn’t deny the way your heart had fallen when she answered it, half expecting to hear that they’d found his body. However, the tears that filled her eyes, and the relief that washed over her face had you stumbling to your feet.

May was the first to run into the station with you and your parents close behind. When you’d made it through the doors, the older woman already had her arms wrapped around him. Her sobs of relief were loud, and you found yourself slowing to a stop. They were swaying from side to side, and after a while, almost reluctantly it seemed, Peter hugged her back.

Looking back, that should’ve been the first sign that something wasn’t right.

You’d just been so relieved that you’d overlooked it. You’d overlooked all of them in the beginning. Like the fact that for someone lost in the wilderness for days, he’d looked perfectly fine. Not so much as a scratch or a speck of dirt had been on him. You had felt frozen when he pulled away from May, your own parents rushing past you to hug him as well. However, his gaze hadn’t been on any of them.

Peter’s eyes had met yours, and without even realizing it, a shudder had passed through you.

They were the same shade of dark brown that they always were, the same shade as his hair, and yet…something about them was so different. Your parents and May fussed over him and cried over him all the while you, his girlfriend of two years, couldn’t even move. When he pulled away from them, straightening himself to his full height, they all turned to look at you.

You realized how odd you were acting, but every time you tried to move…you couldn’t.

Something wasn’t right.

“Y/N?”

Peter said your name, and you blinked as he took a step closer. Peter’s voice was the same as ever, and after not hearing it for almost two weeks, you should’ve been falling into his arms at the sound of it. You should’ve, but you couldn’t because even though Peter’s voice was the same…. The sound of your name falling from his lips didn’t sound quite right.

It sounded…off.

And yet, when he moved closer to you, resting his hands on your arms, you crumbled.

Peter was quick to catch you, holding you to him as you cried into his chest. You didn’t note until much later that he hadn’t even smelled like he’d been out in the wilderness for over a week. He’d smelled like he’d just rolled out of bed, but you hadn’t cared. You’d only allowed yourself to feel relief at the feel of being in his arms again. He had shushed you in that soothing voice of his, heart so calm within his chest as he repeatedly told you that he was here now, and he wouldn’t be going anywhere.

As he petted your head, you remembered thinking how he’d never done that before.

Peter had no memory of those eleven days. No matter how much the police pressed and how many specialists he’d seen, it was like there was a blank spot in his brain where those days should’ve been. It had worried you, it had worried May even more, but seeing as he was unharmed and seemingly no crime had been committed, there wasn’t much they could do.

The relief was contagious when you finally were able to go home. May was still somewhat of a wreck, determined to take Peter back home with her just to look after him for a bit. It was clear the incident had scared her the most out of everyone, and you knew that she just wanted him nearby. You understood it. You respected it, but Peter had been adamant about going back to your shared home with you.

The slight hurt on May’s face had you speaking up.

“Maybe you should stay with May for a few days,” you’d softly told him. “I think she needs this.”

That last part had been just for him, and Peter hadn’t torn his gaze away from your own as he replied.

“All I thought about was you,” he said, loud enough for his aunt to hear. “I don’t want to be away from you.”

“Y/N can come to,” May had interjected, and you glanced at her with a nod.

However, Peter wasn’t hearing it, and May was forced to accept that Peter simply wanted to just be at home, right now. You had both hugged her goodbye at the airport, doing the same a day later with your parents when they finally left your house. You and Peter were alone, and for some reason, that thought didn’t comfort you.

“I was so scared,” you heard yourself saying later in the evening, Peter’s face in your hands.

He was sitting on your bed, looking up at you as you stood between his legs. He didn’t reply right away, content to just drink you in it seemed. He did that a lot since he returned. Stare at you without saying a word, and you once again found yourself wondering what happened to him while he was gone.

“I…I thought the worst and…”

You trailed off, not quite able to voice your fears.

Again, Peter said nothing, simply taking you in, and you swallowed. You brushed your thumb over his skin, staring into his eyes when he eventually reached up to rest his hands on your waist. He kneaded at your skin through your shirt, dark eyes still on yours…unblinking. It was unnerving, and only when you frowned did he finally blink.

A slow smile spread along his pink lips, and he pulled you closer.

“I’m okay,” he breathed. “I’m here with you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

You returned his smile, resting your hands on his where they lay at your waist.

“That’s a relief to hear,” you chuckled, and he tilted his head to the side. “I don’t know what I would do if you did.”

A silence fell between you two that, for some reason, grew thick with tension. You thought to yourself that Peter was never this quiet. In fact, you’d often joke about how his mouth couldn’t quite keep up with all of his thoughts. Now though… Now, it seemed like he couldn’t even find the words, or didn’t want to, and was just content to stare at you.

Again, you wondered about those eleven days that he’d been gone.

“Peter…”

His eyes lit up, glinting ambiguously at the sound of his name coming from your lips.

“Last time I asked, you said you didn’t remember anything, but… I was just curious if maybe something had come back to you now,” you softly inquired with a shrug.

Your boyfriend shook his head.

“No,” was his simple reply. “I don’t remember a thing.”

You accepted that with a small sigh, nodding to yourself.

“If you do…you’ll tell me, right?”

Peter answered without hesitation.

“Of course.”

The rest of the evening was spent unpacking, Peter at your side the entire time. You mostly talked about the good parts of the trip before the incident, your boyfriend throwing in a comment or two here and there. It wasn’t like him, and truthfully, the entire vibe between you two just felt…off. However, your boyfriend had gone missing for over a week, and so you chalked it up to that.

You briefly thought about talking to May regarding therapy or something if it was alright with Peter.

When night came, you’d never been so eager to hop in the shower and relax into bed. The warm water felt good against your skin, but unfortunately, it wasn’t doing much to ease the knots and tension in your shoulders. You let it run over you, and when you glanced over, the shriek that left you was embarrassing.

Through the shower door, Peter’s figure was shadowy and imposing in the doorway.

Almost frightening.

“Jesus, Peter,” you sighed. “What is it?”

The question came out soft, wondering if maybe he’d remembered something or wanted to join you even. However, he said nothing. Your hand was still pressed to your chest, and your frown deepened the longer the silence stretched. You didn’t realize how fast your heart had started to beat, and despite the heat in the room, your skin prickled as if you were outside.

“Peter…?”

It wasn’t his silence that unnerved you, but the stillness of him.

You pressed your lips together and was just about to slide the door back when he turned around and left. He did it so smoothly and suddenly, and you found yourself frowning. It was the oddest occurrence, and with a swallow, you forced yourself to finish up. That strange feeling that you got back at the police station festered deep in your gut.

Peter was sitting on your bed when you stepped out of the bathroom.

“What was that about?” you wondered with a chuckle.

It sounded nervous even to your own ears.

Peter didn’t respond right away as you made your way to your dresser, searching for something to sleep in. He remained silent for so long that you’d almost forgotten about your question entirely as you prepared to drop the towel.

“I was just checking in on you.”

You literally jumped at the sound of his voice coming from right over your shoulder. You hadn’t even heard him get up, let alone walk across the room. You turned to look at him with startled eyes still, shoulders slowly relaxing. Peter’s gaze was traveling over your face, trailing over the skin that was borne.

“You didn’t…say anything,” you told him.

His gaze snapped up to meet yours at that, and his smile was sweet. Disarming.

“I didn’t hear you,” was his excuse, head tilted to the side.

You found yourself accepting that with a nod, brows drawing together when he reached for you.

“I missed you,” he murmured with a deep frown, gaze fixated on your damp skin.

Your gaze softened at that.

“I missed you too.”

“All I thought about was you,” he whispered, fingers brushing over your towel.

Your back grazed the wood of the dresser, understanding dawning on you as he pressed himself to you.

“Peter…you went through something kind of traumatic. So bad that you don’t even remember any of it,” you said to him. “Maybe…maybe that should wait for a few days.”

He lifted his gaze at that, staring into your eyes for a long time.

“Why…?” he asked, tone hardening just a tad. “I want you.”

You swallowed, and his eyes narrowed just the slightest.

“Don’t you want me?”

“Of course, I do,” you hurried to ease his worries. “I’m just… I’m really worried about you.”

His expression didn’t change, and you licked your lips, wracking your brain to make him understand.

“You don’t seem like yourself, and why would you? I would just feel like I was almost taking advantage of you.”

Peter looked visibly confused, like he didn’t understand what you were saying. In a swift movement, he leaned in to kiss you. It seemed unsure, and that only added to your resolve that now wasn’t the time. He leaned back a bit, and you watched as he blinked, tongue slowly darting out to swipe over his lips…tasting you. He stared at your lips with an unreadable expression, humming to himself.

You were just about to speak when he dove in again, lips hungry.

Your eyes went wide at the action, gasping when he yanked you against him. His arms kept you prisoner, and even though Peter had said that he wanted you, you were still surprised to feel his hard length against your skin through his pants. He moved his mouth against yours greedily, and his aggressive movements stumped you.

Peter was sweet in bed, always had been.

The roughest thing he’d ever done was pull your hair too hard once, and even though you’d enjoyed it, he’d been beside himself with guilt. So having him kiss you so fiercely and handle you so roughly was enough to short-circuit your brain. Peter pawed at you like some animal, and although you didn’t hate it…it wasn’t like him, at all.

Every time you tried to pull away to speak, his lips swallowed your words.

By the time he got you on your back, your towel was long gone, and he’d discarded his shirt. His chest was pressed to yours as he pinned you beneath him, groaning at the feel of your tongue against his. He was doing so much at once it was making your head spin. His lips were on yours, then they were on your shoulder. His hands were on your hips, then they were on your breasts.

You were out of breath when he pulled away, dark eyes taking you in. His lips were parted, and it was hard to describe the look on his face. Peter’s gaze roamed over your bare chest and torso and thighs. His hand slowly trailed from your jaw all the way down to your ankle. He looked completely mesmerized, and if you didn’t know any better, it was like Peter was seeing you for the first time.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured more so to himself rather than you, and you swallowed.

“Peter, we don’t have to-.”

“I have to be inside you,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss a hardened bud. “I need to be inside of you.”

His voice cracked from desperation, and guilt chipped away at you.

Sure, you had to endure days of wondering whether Peter was alive or not, but he was the one who’d gone missing. Truthfully, there was no telling what he’d dealt with in that time, and with no memory of it, you could only allow your imagination to run wild. The knowledge that it could’ve been so traumatic that he literally repressed it made your heart ache.

It hadn’t occurred to you that maybe Peter just really needed you, right now.

You were more welcoming to his ministrations, and Peter almost growled at the change. He took his time gliding his tongue over your skin and grazing his teeth along the trail. He was desperate for you, and the sight turned you on more than you thought. Your fingers brushed over his chest when he kissed you again, the skin smooth…and you frowned.

It was hard to concentrate with his lips on yours and the tip of him poking at your entrance. His hips jerked, the head of him dipping into your warmth just a tad, and you gasped, almost losing your train of thought. You glided your fingers over his chest again, and sure enough, it was smooth.

Blemish free.

You blinked, turning your head to the side with a frown. You recalled an accident that Peter had had on his bike almost a year ago. It hadn’t been anything life threatening, but the rock he fell on had left a pretty nasty scar on his chest. It had healed well enough, but the raised skin was always noticeable during times like this. You told yourself that with so much going on, maybe you’d missed it. That had to be it, and you threw your head back when he pushed his cock into you, hips flush with yours.

With his hands pressed into the bed on either side of your head, his chest was in full view.

You wrapped your legs around him, slowly looking at him as he started to move. His thrusts were slow at first, agonizingly so, and you pressed your hands to his hips. His gaze was so focused on where you connected, dark eyes trained on his length disappearing into you. He exhaled at the sight, and when he looked back up, your own gaze fell to his chest.

Peter didn’t notice the way you froze.

You felt like you were being yanked out of the experience, unable to focus on the way he pushed his cock into you. His groans were in your ear, but you couldn’t really hear them. You jostled beneath him, as still as the dead as you stared at his chest. No scar, no raised skin anywhere in sight.

In a matter of days, it seemed to have disappeared completely.

You involuntarily squirmed at a particular toe-curling thrust, a slight noise escaping you just as you looked up in time to meet Peter’s gaze. His brows were furrowed in concentration, and he certainly sounded the part, but his eyes… There was something about his eyes that unnerved you. You were reminded of that feeling at the police station, and you opened your mouth only for a moan to come out.

Peter’s grin was almost…sinister.

His hand cupped your face, and for reasons unknown to you, it felt so foreign. He felt so foreign. The longer you stared at him, the less familiar he seemed, and your chest twisted painfully. His gaze was too unwavering, smile too big, even something about his nose just seemed too…perfect. Was it always that flawless? You laid your hand on his arm, swallowing as he fucked you.

Your eyes were drawn back to his chest, and your nails dug into his skin.

You couldn’t stop staring at it. At it’s perfection. There wasn’t a single blemish in sight, and roaming your eyes over him, the said could be true for everywhere else. Hadn’t he always had a freckle on his shoulder? What about that scar on his arm from when he was thirteen? The more you stared at him, the more uncomfortable you became, and you had to squeeze your eyes shut.

Peter’s hold on you was so tight, almost painfully so, and his groans were loud in your ear. Maybe it was just you. The whole ordeal had been traumatic for you too, so maybe it was all in your head. Still, even his cock stretched you in a way that it never had before, making you hiss and mewl beneath him.

“I want to see your eyes,” he hummed, hand on your chin. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”

With your eyes closed, his voice sounded even more off. It did…but it didn’t, and you felt like you were going crazy. Reluctantly, you did open them, and Peter pressed his nose to yours. He softly chuckled to himself when you came around him, eyes focused on the way you gasped and the way your lashes fluttered. He didn’t let you go until he fucked every last drop of him into you.

Peter was right-handed.

This you were sure of.

When you’d met him, he’d had a sprained wrist. He had even joked about how he had to meet you when he wasn’t at his full potential. Sure, he’d learned to make do with his left hand, but he’d had a long way to go before calling himself ambidextrous when his right wrist fully healed. This was what you knew for sure.

And yet, here you were, watching Peter flawlessly address some postage to May…with his left hand.

Unable to watch him any longer, you stood with a grimace.

Peter had been found and was safe and sound and at home with you. You could see him and talk to him and touch him, and for that, you should’ve been over the moon. You weren’t still out there crying yourself to sleep each night wondering if he was okay. You weren’t fighting off thoughts of the worst-case scenario. Your boyfriend was here with you…

So, why didn’t it feel like it?

It had been weeks since your return from that eventful trip, and you found yourself staring at Peter a lot. He was so different, and although you couldn’t point out how in the beginning, it was little things like that that were messing with your head. You still recalled when you’d finally worked up the courage to ask about the scar on his chest. Or well, the lack thereof.

“Scar? What scar?” he’d replied.

You had frowned at him, staring at him for the longest time before shaking your head.

“When you fell off your bike that time…remember? You fell on a rock and…”

You had trailed off, words dying in the air because Peter was looking at you like he had no idea what you were talking about. Was it possible that he’d repressed more than just that week? You had blinked, and suddenly Peter was smiling at you, reaching out and touching your cheek.

“That scar healed forever ago, princess.”

He had chuckled at you, like you were so silly for not remembering.

Peter had never called you ‘princess’ a day in his life. It was always ‘baby’ this or ‘baby’ that. Baby, can you pass me my keys? You just look so tired, baby. Baby…I think I got the wrong milk. It was a term of endearment that you’d grown to love, and this new one just rubbed you the wrong way…just like everything else lately.

Everything about Peter was just so off to you.

The way he walked, the way he talked. His smile wasn’t even the same. It was far too sweet, almost disarming in a less than genuine way. Whenever he spoke to you, you had to stare directly at him as he did. If you didn’t, you would swear that it wasn’t even him speaking, and you’d spiral. He sounded like him, yes, but at times, there would be a lilt to his voice, a tone and the way his words fell off of his tongue that would have your hair standing on end…and you’d swear that it was a stranger speaking instead of Peter.

And on the other end, sometimes you couldn’t even look at him.

You’d find yourself just staring at him sometimes, and the more you did, the less familiar he’d look. It was uncanny how perfect his nose or lips would seem or how you’d trace his face with your eyes and find yourself wondering if it always looked like that. If it always looked so…fabricated? That wasn’t the word you were looking for, but at times, Peter just didn’t look real.

It was why you hadn’t been able to have sex with him in weeks.

It wasn’t due to lack of trying on Peter’s part. He always seemed to want you, and while his desire for you was nothing new, his desperation for you was near unsettling. It was like he was memorizing your body, getting accustomed to it, familiarizing himself with…new territory. You asked yourself isn’t that what every relationship should feel like? Like it was still new, and you were still eager to explore each other?

Only, Peter seemed like he was genuinely unfamiliar with your body…and you.

There were times when you’d catch him staring at you, and brushing off the strange feeling you got, you’d ask him what was on his mind. He’d shake his head, simply content to stare at you before asking you the most random question. Something he more often than not should know.

He would reach out and touch you a lot, brushing his finger over a scar as if seeing it for the first time. His eyes would be so trained on a freckle under your eye, in awe of it like he’d only just noticed it. He would study you like you were the anomaly in this situation, and you didn’t like it.

“Just tired,” you heard yourself murmuring to Peter later that night.

You didn’t miss his frown as you made yourself comfortable in the bed, and guilt nibbled at you. He almost looked like himself then, before the trip, and you were tempted to brush your discomfort aside for the sake of wanting things to go back to normal. You were positive that if you wrote all of your thoughts down, you’d conclude that you were insane. You had to be because…

How could you ever think that Peter wasn’t Peter?

You got the feeling that he wanted to say something, but instead he opted for getting up and turning out the light.

It took a minute for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, but once they did…you froze.

Peter stood by the light…but he didn’t look right at all. You furiously blinked, wanting to write it off to a trick of the light, but the way your heart raced in your chest told you that your brain wasn’t convinced. His body was too…lean. Your frown deepened, and your lips parted.

The shape of his head looked wrong, neck almost too long, and his limbs looked stretched. One hand was still on the light, and his other arm hung limply at his side. It didn’t look normal, elongated, and his fingers were no different, moving like spider legs. In that moment, Peter very much looked inhuman, and you had hurried to flick the lamp on before you knew it.

When you looked back to him, he looked the same as ever, tilting his head to the side with a frown.

The whole ordeal had happened so fast, and you blinked back tears, telling yourself that you had to be going crazy.

“What?” he softly wondered, still standing there.

You blinked, a tear or two escaping, more falling when he neared you.

“Hey…what is it?” he slowly asked, voice meant to be soothing, you were sure.

You simply shook your head at him, taking forever to find the words.

“I just… I thought I saw something,” you breathed.

He settled into bed beside you, reaching out to brush his fingers along your skin. You recalled what you thought you saw, and a shiver passed through you. Peter looked you over with dark eyes, humming.

“Like what…?”

You couldn’t voice it, not because you didn’t want to, but because you didn’t know how to. How could you even describe to him what you saw? What you’d been feeling? He’d call you crazy, and so you simply shook your head.

Peter kissed his teeth, arm sliding over your shoulders and pulling you against him. You felt his fingers in your hair, and he started to pat your head, a shushing sound leaving him as you shook.

“Whatever it was,” he started, tone low. “It’s gone now.”

He continued to brush his hand over your hair, holding you tight, and you felt him press his face against you.

“Can we…can we sleep with the lamp on?”

Your voice was quiet, but he’d heard you all the same, and you almost swore you heard him chuckle to himself. He pulled away a bit, and you looked up at him just as he looked down at you. The look in his eyes was a mystery to you, but he eventually smiled, slow to spread along his lips.

“Of course, princess.”

“You don’t remember? How can you not remember?”

May’s laugh was contagious it seemed, Peter joining in, and you wrapped your arms around yourself. They were in the kitchen, bonding over some popcorn while you sat on the couch…just watching. You were the one to call May and suggest a visit, because in all the months that Peter had been back, he hadn’t mentioned his aunt. Not once.

Peter could never go a day without bringing her up.

You’d like to say that it was purely out of the goodness of your heart, but the truth was that you were afraid. Writing it all off to what had happened was no longer an option. There were so many things you couldn’t ignore anymore, couldn’t pretend to chalk up to your imagination.

There was something very wrong with Peter.

You had hoped that May’s presence would make you feel better, maybe even dispel your worried, but in truth, her visit had only fueled them. Peter had looked confused when the doorbell rang, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d even say angry. His dark eyes had sharply cut to your for only a split second, but it was enough to make you freeze. You had played dumb when he went to answer the door.

May was on her own in her excitement.

You would never forget the look on Peter’s face, the stoniness there as you slowly creeped up beside him. The expression had come and gone so fast, jaw ticking and eyes hardening ever so slightly. He hadn’t just looked at May like she was a stranger, but like he absolutely hated her. However, you blinked, and the slow smile on his face made you think you’d imagined it.

“Aunt May,” he’d breathed.

The way he said her name, you would think that he had forgotten who she was. It wasn’t like him, at all, but the older woman hadn’t seemed to notice. He had eventually hugged her back, and you had slipped into the background as he welcomed her in. May had commented on it, throwing you a worried glance, but Peter answered before you could.

“She’s just tired,” he’d said, tone almost mocking. “Right, princess?”

His unblinking gaze met yours, and you’d given a shaky nod. He was still staring at you when May turned back around, sickly sweet smile on his pink lips before he blinked and turned his attention back to her. May’s presence was supposed to ease your worries. That’s why she was here. She was supposed to make you realize that you were going crazy.

However, with every story she brought up, every trip down memory lane, Peter couldn’t seem to remember most of them. Really, all of them. She would tilt her head with a laugh, asking him how he couldn’t remember, and he’d shrug. You couldn’t watch anymore, couldn’t watch May interact with this…stranger.

“Is Peter…okay?”

The dark-haired woman turned to you when you walked her outside, a slight frown on her face. You were tempted to say so many things, especially at the look of concern on her features. Truthfully, you didn’t have an answer, so you lied.

“Yeah,” you chuckled. “Why do you ask?”

She shook her head with a small smile.

“He just seems so…off. Not like himself,” she hummed.

You swallowed, heart dropping at the confirmation that it wasn’t just you.

“How so?” you heard yourself asking, and she shrugged.

“I can’t really explain it,” she replied, frowning slightly. “I don’t want to push him, but I think I will bring it up.”

She was referring to the last conversation you two had regarding a professional. You two said your goodbyes, and as she drove off, you remained in the driveway. You just couldn’t bring yourself to go back inside…not with him in there. With a sigh, you glanced towards your neighbor’s house.

You rarely saw her these days, seeing glimpse of her daughter even less. She wasn’t much younger than you, and you knew that classes were back in session, but you also knew that last semester had been her last. When you’d asked Peter about them, like many things, he seemed to have no idea as to what you were talking about.

Accepting that you couldn’t stay out here, you reluctantly made your way back inside.

Peter stood in the living room, waiting for you with an unreadable expression on his face. You flinched at the sight of him before forcing a smile onto your face.

“It was good seeing May,” you told him, walking by him.

The silence was unnerving, and you didn’t need to turn around to know that he was following you. He did that a lot now. Your silent shadow, quietly watching you cook or eat or clean or shower… Sleep. Too many nights you’d woken up with the overwhelming feeling of being watched, and even though it would be dark, and your eyes would be closed, you didn’t need to open them to know that Peter was gazing at you.

“I didn’t know she was coming,” he finally said, coming up behind you and resting his hands on the counter.

You were trapped, and you took a deep breath when he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“It’s not like it’s the first time she dropped in for a surprise visit,” you told him, waiting for his reaction.

It did not disappoint, your heart skipping a beat when he merely hummed. You turned to face him when he pulled away, swallowing as you watched him pick at the popcorn that was left. You pressed your lips together, keeping your gaze on him.

“We should go to Disneyworld again,” you suddenly said. “It’s been over a year, and I was just thinking about how much fun we had last time.”

His brows furrowed slightly, gaze still on the popcorn.

“Plus, the chances of you going missing this time are slim,” you forced the joke, chuckling to yourself.

He finally turned to look at you, seemingly deep in thought. You held your breath, wringing your hands together as you simply stared at one another. Peter tilted his head, dark eyes unreadable before he smiled at you.

“We should,” he replied, and you almost let out a breath when he continued. “I miss it.”

He walked away, so he didn’t see the way your jaw twitched.

Peter’s back was to you as he cleaned up the mess, but you were frozen in place. You felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over you, and you couldn’t pull your gaze away from the man before you. You ran your eyes over him, brows deeply drawn together, and you resisted the urge to cry.

You and Peter had never gone to Disneyworld.

The trip had been planned, of course, but hurricane season put a damper on the plans. Even the refund hadn’t been able to make up for the disappointment you both felt, and you two just never got around to making those plans again. That sick feeling that you’d had for months twisted horribly in your gut, and when Peter threw you a small smile, you couldn’t even pretend to smile back.

This man wore Peter’s face, and he had Peter’s eyes…

…but the man you’d been sleeping next to for months was not your boyfriend.

Nat was looking at you with a frown, and honestly? You didn’t blame her.

Peter…or whoever he was, was fast asleep when you left in the early hours of the morning. Nat lived a few houses down, and she’d been on a trip of her own when you two returned. She was finally back, and you knew that you couldn’t go another day without seeing her. Without telling her what was going on.

“Y/N…”

Her voice seemed unsure, and you shook your head. Her face softened at the tears in your eyes, and she moved closer to you on the couch. Her hand reached for yours, and she took a deep breath.

“Okay…tell… Tell me again.”

“It’s not Peter,” you tearfully whispered.

She was quiet for a while before exhaling.

“…and why do you think that?”

“Nat, I know… I know what I sound like, okay?”

You looked at her, and she bit her lip. Her newly blonde hair brushed her shoulders as she tilted her head to the side.

“You don’t have to tell me what I sound like because I’ve been telling myself the same thing for…months now. I know that it’s impossible, and I know that I should be in someone’s ward-.”

“No-.”

“…but that is not Peter.”

She pressed her lips together, worryingly eyeing you.

“Nat, he doesn’t…he doesn’t remember things. A lot of things. Things from over a year ago, and what’s worse is that he’ll…he’ll lie about it.”

“Maybe he’s repressed more than just those days. Maybe he’s embarrassed that he doesn’t remember,” she said, and you nodded.

“That’s what I told myself too,” you whispered. “I wanted that to be the truth, but…”

You pressed your hand to your mouth, sitting back.

“He’s flawless,” you finally whispered.

Her frown deepened, and you continued.

“That biking accident that he had? The scar that was literally on his chest days before he went missing? It’s completely gone,” you told her with a shake of your head.

She blinked, rearing back a bit.

“I thought I had been imagining it, but it’s gone. Completely gone, and the scar on his shoulder is gone, and the little freckles I would count…they’re gone…”

“Okay…okay…”

“…and he stares at me! Anytime I do anything, even when I’m sleeping, he’ll just stare at me…four hours, I imagine.”

You took a deep breath.

“I’ll wake up…in the middle of the night…and it’ll be as dark as can be, and I… I can feel him staring at me,” you forced out. “He’s always watching.”

“Y/N…”

“I can’t stand to have him touch me. He doesn’t even feel like Peter. The last time we had sex, I felt like I was having sex with a complete stranger,” you cried, pressing your hands to your face. “…and if I didn’t look at him when he talked…I’d swear that it wasn’t him.”

Your gaze found the floor.

“Even May said that he seemed off…so unlike himself… and it’s because that’s not Peter,” you sobbed. “My Peter is still out there…in those woods…probably dead.”

You broke down in tears, body trembling as Nat wrapped her arms around you.

“I don’t know what to do,” you mumbled.

“Just…stay here, tonight…okay? Eat something, get some good rest, and we can figure this out tomorrow,” she offered.

You didn’t even think twice about taking her up on the offer. You texted Peter that you would be spending the night at Nat’s. Part of you wondered if he even knew who you were talking about, and when he didn’t respond, you welcomed a night of peace. Nat didn’t bring up the elephant in the room, nor did she comment on your sanity for which you were grateful.

She simply made you a cup of coffee and eventually warmed up some leftovers. When you were showered and laying in her bed in one of her t-shirts, you still felt the icy chill of Peter’s stare. Despite the fact that he hadn’t expressed displeasure at your staying at her place, you almost felt like you could feel his anger.

You assumed that it was something you’d face the following day.

Not in the middle of the night.

Nat’s scream was what woke you up, and your adrenaline had you tripping over yourself to follow the sound. The house was dark, a sliver of light shining through from the street light outside. Nat was in the kitchen, and you had just reached her when you followed her terrified gaze.

The figure by the door was familiar to you. Head too large, neck too elongated, and limbs so stretched like branches of a tree. It looked skeletal, disturbing and unnatural, and against your better judgement, you flicked on the kitchen light. Peter stood in it’s place, and you felt no relief.

“What the fuck?”

Nat’s anger was justified as she stomped towards him, but Peter only had eyes for you.

“How did you get in here?”

Peter ignored her question, brushing by her and heading straight for you. The smile on his face was wide, like there was nothing wrong, at all about this picture. You couldn’t move, trembling in fear as he reached for your hand.

“When you didn’t come home, I decided to check my messages and saw your text… Why would you want to stay here?”

He tilted his head to the side.

“Why would you want to be away from me?”

Nat finally reached you.

“I don’t know how you got in here, Peter, but Y/N said she wants to stay here, tonight so…”

It was as if he didn’t hear her, keeping his gaze on you. His fingers threaded themselves through yours, and you winced at the tight hold. Your gaze fearfully found Nat’s, and no matter how much you dug your feet into the floor, Peter’s strength allowed him to pull you towards the door.

“Peter!”

He wasn’t paying any mind to Nat, and you looked at her with wide eyes. She hurried towards you both just as he crossed the threshold, and that was when he finally turned his gaze on her. It was in this moment that Peter looked wholly unfamiliar to you. The shift in his face made him look monstrous, dark eyes cold and smile unnervingly wide. Even his teeth looked off, canines too perfect.

“I thank you for looking after her, but she’s coming home now. Right, princess?”

There was that nickname again, and you shuddered when he turned his gaze to you. His unblinking gaze held you captive, and you finally admitted to yourself what you’d been denying for months.

You were afraid of him.

By extension, you feared for Nat too, so against every cell in your body, you turned to her.

“You know what, Nat? It’s fine. Really,” you quickly added at her frown. “I’m so sorry about all of this. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Peter had started pulling you away before you were even done speaking, your bare feet pressing into the ground as he walked back to your house. You couldn’t stop your tears from falling, and you looked towards the moon with a grimace. When you made it inside, he still hadn’t let you go.

“Why would you want to be away from me?” he wondered.

You tried to pull your hand away, but he only tightened his grip. The perfect smile on his face did not match his cold eyes and harsh hold. The house was dark, and in this lighting, Peter seemed to really tower over you. Had he always been so tall? When you blinked, it was as if you’d imagined it, and you briefly squeezed your eyes shut.

When you opened them, his face was closer, and you leaned away. In the darkness it looked so skeletal, gaunt, but when you backed up and he followed you into the light, there was no trace of it.

“I don’t,” you finally answered his question. “Nat’s my friend, and I just…”

You trailed off when he brought his hands to your neck. He curled them around your throat lightly before trailing them over your shoulders and down your arms.

“You don’t love me anymore,” he suddenly mumbled with a deep frown, and you released a shuddering breath.

“That’s not true-.”

“You haven’t touched me in months. What am I supposed to think?”

His eyes glinted at you in the light, and your face crumbled.

“Peter…what happened on that trip?”

He chuckled, reaching up to touch your cheek.

“You’re so silly,” he purred. “I told you… I don’t remember.”

His tone was too light, too innocent, and he followed as you backed up.

“You don’t think I’m lying…do you?”

His voice was like nails on a chalkboard to you. In the darkness, you swore that his features kept shifting, expression sinister one minute then completely innocent the next. You couldn’t even fight as he pushed you down onto the couch, looking down his nose at you.

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head.

Peter sighed, looking at you as if you were a child. His hand found it’s way into your hair, pulling your head back a bit, and he leaned in.

“You’ve been acting so odd for months, princess.”

His words seemed mocking to you. Especially so considering that it wasn’t you who was acting strange. Peter never used to be so rough with you. He never called you princess He never watched you throughout all hours of the night, slinking around like some sinister shadow. Peter wasn’t this…and this wasn’t Peter.

Who would believe you?

Even Nat had merely opted to just let you pour your heart out. If you left him…what would you say? What would you tell your parents? What would you tell May? She was like a second mother to you, and what would she say if you told her that the man you all brought home was not Peter? Instead, some sinister doppelganger?

“Things were so great right after we came home…”

They weren’t.

“I made you come around me so many times that night,” he quietly continued, leaning in. “…and now you can barely stand to look at me.”

His hand was on your face, cupping your chin and holding you still. His fingers felt bruising on your skin, pressing into the bone, and you winced.

“It hurts me,” he breathed, nostrils flaring. “…because all I thought about was you. Getting back to you.”

You reached up to push at his chest.

“I clawed my way back to you, and you can’t even touch me? What did I do to make you hate me so much?”

His tone had hardened, voice icy and paralyzing.

“You’re not…”

You licked your lips, and his gaze was drawn to the movement.

“You’re not Peter,” you finally whispered, and his eyes widened.

“Of course, I am,” he cooed, brushing his lips over your cheek. “Don’t I look like Peter?”

He kissed your lips, a soft peck to your mouth.

“Don’t I sound like Peter?”

His voice grew deeper and deeper, and he placed his hand over yours on his chest, sliding it down.

“…don’t I feel like Peter?”

You shook your head, more tears falling.

“You’re not him…you’re not him…”

You tearfully repeated that, and the man before you, the man wearing your boyfriend’s face, sighed.

“Oh, princess,” he exhaled. “You’re so confused.”

He forced your hand past the waistband of his pants, making you wrap your hand around him. You shuddered when he pressed a kiss to your jaw.

“Let me help you…let me remind you…”

A strength you didn’t know he possessed kept you in place as he grinded himself against you on the couch. His teeth were borderline vicious as they grazed your skin, hands tearing at your clothing. Every time you pushed at him, he only grinned before leaning in to kiss you. His lips were rough and hungry against yours, breathing you in and tasting you.

Silent tears wet your face, and Peter wiped them away with his tongue. His bare chest grazed yours as he forced you down onto your back

“Peter,” you shakily protested, wincing at the harsh tug on your underwear.

He shushed your cries, fighting back against your every resistance. The light from the street bled through the blinds, catching his face just right and casting ominous shadows along it. Your vision blurred from your tears, and you swore in that moment that his entire face was different. Something inhuman staring down at you.

When he pushed his cock into you, even that felt foreign. You swore that he felt longer…thicker…and the stretch almost burned. His hands were wrapped around your wrists, holding them down, nails digging into your skin. His groan was borderline animalistic, and you cried out, trying to get away, pressing yourself further into the couch.

Peter’s hold made your bones ache, body screaming out in protest at his brutality. You felt trapped in a nightmare, held down and ravaged by some entity that wore your boyfriend’s face. His hips curving into yours, cock sliding along your walls, made your skin crawl. You could feel your stomach churning, twisting uncomfortably, and you swore you’d be sick.

He went in to kiss you, and you turned your head away. The man before you only chuckled to himself, running his nose long your jaw, breathing you in. He buried his face into your neck, and for a split second, his back hunched in a way that made your eyes widen, the bones of his spine protruding from the skin.

You let out a scream, the sound dying down into a fit of sobs. You looked towards the ceiling, and when your gaze fell back down, not a hair looked out of place. Your tears were salty on your lips, and you let out a shaky gasp, swearing that you could feel his length deep in your gut.

“Peter,” you heard yourself murmuring. “Where are you?”

Your voice was quiet, barely audible, and he shushed you.

“I’m right here, princess…”

“No…you’re not,” you choked out, shaking your head. “You’re not.”

“Yes,” he hissed, the sound serpentine in nature. “I’m right here.”

His body felt like it was crushing yours, and you struggled to breathe. You swore that you were suffocating, and Peter let your hands go to take your face into his hands. He kissed you fiercely, and you sobbed into his mouth. His fingers pressed into your skin, and for a moment they felt sharper. He bit your lip, drawing blood.

“I’m right here…and I’m not going anywhere.”

[vintageshanny]

Play Something For Me - Part 7 - Over the Rainbow

Content: Ruby and Elvis enjoy a sweet and smutty Thanksgiving in 1973 that involves a leather suit with rainbow fringe. 18+

Thank you to @peaceloveelvis for inspiring me with this pic of leather rainbow fringe pants that I didn’t know existed. And eternal gratitude to my lovely friends who’ve cheered me on in writing this series! 😘 @whositmcwhatsit @ellie-24 @be-my-ally @thatbanditqueen @lookingforrainbows @from-memphis-with-love @missmaywemeetagain @powerofelvis @arrolyn1114

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Play Something For Me

Wednesday, November 21st, 1973

“But mom, I wanna go with you! It’s not fair!” Ella’s chocolate-brown eyes glazed over with tears as she pleaded her case. “Oh, honey, I know. There’s nothing I can do, it’s your father’s turn for Thanksgiving this year. But Elvis was very insistent that we both come for Christmas, so you’ll get to see Graceland then.” Ruby rubbed Ella’s back as she embraced her, soothing away the tears while she tried to hold her own nerves at bay.

After the week Elvis had spent in St. Louis at Halloween, he’d had to go back to Memphis to “take care of some business,” as he put it. The times they’d spent together so far had been in a sort of cocoon of love. Now she’d be entering his home and his normal daily life, whatever that entailed. After his comment about wanting her to move in, she felt a little terrified at how the visit would go.

A car horn honked outside, and Ruby gave Ella one last reassuring squeeze. “I love you, Ella-bella,” she murmured. “I’ll tell you all about Graceland when you come home on Sunday.” “You better,” Ella said with a small smile, trying to will herself into a better mood. “And I love you too.”

With Ella safely picked up, Ruby turned her attention back to her closet so she could finish packing for the long weekend. “What exactly does one wear for Thanksgiving at Graceland?” she muttered under her breath as she surveyed what looked to her like a bunch of frumpy “mom” dresses. “I wonder if I have time to alter anything…” she continued her one-way conversation when the phone interrupted her thoughts with its shrill tone.

“Hey, sweet red Ruby,” the unmistakable timbre sent butterflies swarming through her belly. “Elvis! It’s you!” Ruby squeaked out nervously. “Course it’s me baby, ya got another man callin’ ya?” he asked with a hint of suspicion in his voice. “No, no, sorry, I’m just…nervous about tomorrow,” Ruby admitted. Elvis’ tone softened instantly. “W-w-why ya nervous honey? It’s jus’ me. You ain’t never gotta be nervous or scared ‘round me.” Ruby cleared her throat a little bit. “Yeah, I know, I just hope I fit in there with you, in your home,” she said with an anxious sigh. “Ruby honey, ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout that. Ya already know we fit together perfectly. In every way,” he added, and Ruby could almost see his cheeky grin right through the phone line as a flush rose on her face and a strained little whimper escaped her lips. Elvis laughed and teased, “Red Ruby, wait til ya get here so I can see the look on your face when ya make those noises.” Then he added more seriously, “I can’t wait ta see ya, honey. I miss ya so much.” Ruby’s heart melted right down and warmed her entire body. “Me too, baby.”

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Ruby landed at the airport in Memphis at 11:18 Thursday morning with all the other last-minute Thanksgiving travelers. She bit down on her lip nervously as she looked around for Charlie, who she knew Elvis was sending to pick her up. She’d met Charlie in Las Vegas and he was sweet enough, although maybe a little desperate for Elvis’ approval. She inwardly chuckled, thinking how Elvis’ entourage probably thought the same about her. Charlie was polite but quiet on the drive to Graceland, as if he sensed her nerves and didn’t want to say anything that might escalate them.

Ruby gasped a little bit as they pulled up to the famed music note gate. She’d seen pictures of the house in magazines, but it was even more beautiful in person. She somehow felt Elvis’ aura and energy the moment they started up the driveway, and the nerves and excitement intensified as they parked and headed for the door. “We’ll go in the back ‘cuz he’s probably in the den waitin’ for ya,” Charlie explained. Ruby nodded anxiously and followed.

As she walked through the door and into a room filled with interesting furniture and an actual waterfall along the wall, she only had eyes for her beautiful man, who was sitting in a high-backed chair, holding court with his loyal subjects. He was talking and laughing, and his warm energy called to her. As soon as he laid eyes on her, he jumped to his feet and swooped her up in a big hug. “Ever’one, this is my sweet red Ruby,” he declared proudly, showing her off like a shiny new car. Most of the guys she recognized from Las Vegas, but she was introduced to some girlfriends and wives, plus a couple other employees. “Imma take Ruby on a tour,” Elvis said with a little wink as he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the basement steps. As they walked away, she could swear she heard someone remark, “It’s nice to see someone closer to his age.” Elvis must have heard it too because his grip tightened slightly, but he chose to ignore it for now.

“Will I get to meet Lisa?” Ruby asked as they walked down the stairs and turned right. She could see Elvis’ jaw tighten and his eyes turn stormy. “Naw, baby, Cilla is bein’ a –” Elvis caught himself and blinked slowly, trying to calm down. “Cilla won’t let her come home til Christmas,” he said, his eyes dropping sadly. Ruby wrapped her arms around him in a comforting embrace. “I’m sorry, Elvis,” she said softly. “I know how hard it is to be without your baby at the holidays. I guess the silver lining for us is that we have some time alone right now.” Elvis glanced up at her face quickly, his sad expression turning playful. “And what did ya have in mind for the alone time, Miss Ruby? Hmm?” he questioned teasingly.

“Well,” Ruby murmured with a deep blush, “I did notice the first stop on the tour is this big couch.” She nodded toward the long couch right behind Elvis. “And you’re here looking so sexy like this,” she added as she fully took in his outfit for the first time. Along with his usual assortment of rings and necklaces, he was wearing a brown leather jacket with long rainbow-colored fringe over a green button-down shirt. His leather pants matched the jacket, rainbow fringe and all. “Ya like it? I thought it felt like a Thanksgiving thing,” he said, his crooked grin lighting up his face. Ruby had to hold back a giggle at how cute he was to try to dress on theme for the holiday. “I love it, Elvis, there’s no one quite like you,” Ruby said, letting her hands drop and her fingers run ever so lightly over the soft bulge in his leather pants, causing a shiver to run though him. “I should hope not,” he said, smiling, resting one large hand on her shoulder, his warm fingers gently brushing the bare skin of her neck.

“You look very beautiful yourself, sweet Ruby,” Elvis said as he took her in, his eyelids seeming to grow heavy with lust. Ruby beamed, happy that she had chosen the right thing to wear - a burgundy sweater dress with a short flared skirt and a scoop neckline with a drawstring bow. Elvis’ fingers’ moved a little lower down her neck until they were tracing the neckline of her dress, running gently over her cleavage. The mixture of the warmth of his hand and the cool metal of his rings raised goosebumps on her skin. “This little dress is giving me some thoughts,” he whispered lowly as he gave the drawstring a little tug, the bow coming undone and the fabric gaping open a little bit. Elvis bent down and started pressing wet kisses to the exposed area of her chest, little moans coming from both of them. “Oh, baby, you’re makin’ me weak in the knees,” Elvis chuckled. “Let’s sit down for a minute.”

Sitting was the last thing on either of their minds though as Elvis pulled Ruby onto his lap on the couch and explored her mouth, her ear, her neck, and her chest with his tongue. He pulled the front of her dress and the cup of her lacy bra down a little more until one of her breasts was exposed. As he grazed his teeth lightly over her nipple and then sucked it into his warm mouth, flicking it with his tongue, Ruby couldn’t help but instinctually grind down onto his package that had grown so hard she wasn’t sure how it hadn’t burst right through the leather. She hoped the breathy moans from the two of them weren’t wafting up the stairs, but Elvis didn’t seem worried. “Goddamn, baby, I’ve missed ya,” he moaned out as Ruby leaned in and bit softly on his lower lip, then ran her tongue over it. She reached down between them and rubbed her hand back and forth over his bulge, the friction becoming too much for him to bear. “Oh, damn, Ruby, I-I-I love ya baby,” he said with a shudder as she suddenly felt a damp warmth beneath her hand. “I love you too, Elvis,” Ruby whispered as she laid her hand over his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat trying to return to its normal rhythm.

“EP, it’s almost turkey time!” a voice shouted down from upstairs. “Shoot, what am I gonna do ‘bout my pants?” Elvis muttered, looking down at where a sticky wet spot had soaked right through the leather. “I’ll have ta sneak up and change. Baby, can you go up and tell ever’one to wait for me in the dining room?” “Of course,” Ruby smiled as she stood up and straightened out her dress, re-tying the neckline and leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek before going back upstairs.

Twenty minutes later, everyone had gathered in the dining room for a Thanksgiving feast and Elvis appeared wearing the same jacket but with some black pants. Nancy, one of the cooks who Ruby had been briefly introduced to earlier, brought in a platter of food and looked at Elvis in surprise. “Mr. Elvis, you were so excited about your outfit! Why’d ya change your pants?” Elvis’ face turned red as he stumbled for an answer. Joe started snickering. “I think Elvis needs to know how to get something sticky out of leather. Any tips, Nancy?” Elvis gave Joe a glare that could freeze hell over, but all the guys seemed to have trouble holding back their laughter. Especially when Nancy chimed in with, “You didn’t get syrup on your pants again, did ya?”

Sitting at Elvis’ side, Ruby could feel her face burning red as she realized everyone probably could hear them in the basement. Elvis looked a bit embarrassed too, but Ruby’s presence had a way of lightening his mood. He just leaned in and whispered loudly, “Ignore these assholes Ruby.” Then he dropped his voice so only she could hear. “We’ll go up to my soundproof bedroom later and do whatever you want.” Ruby blushed again and smiled broadly at him as he winked at her. He always made her feel comfortable and protected.

After a delicious dinner, some of the guys went to the basement to play pool, but Elvis sat down and started playing gospel songs on the piano. A few others joined in singing, and Ruby leaned at the edge of the piano, watching Elvis’ passionate face as memories from long ago washed over her. As he started playing “If I Loved You,” he looked up and caught her eye with a big grin, causing her to blush and look away. She knew they were both picturing her kneeling between his legs at the piano bench fifteen years ago. Ruby could feel her pulse quicken at the thought. If only no one else was around, she’d do it all again. She thought about how soft and smooth he felt when she rolled his foreskin up and down, the inviting way his head peeked out when he was fully hard, how sensitive it was when she touched her tongue to it…her chest was starting to heave with all these fantasies racing through her mind, all while staring at this most perfect of faces. As if sensing her desire, Elvis announced they were going to turn in for the night and thanked everyone for celebrating with him. He grabbed Ruby’s hand and showed her the way to the master bedroom.

“I know what you were thinkin’ ‘bout red Ruby,” Elvis teased once they were alone. “You were thinking the same thing!” Ruby protested, swatting at his arm. Elvis smiled so big that his cute dimple flashed at her. “Maybe,” he said. “I was thinkin’ of somethin’ else though, too.” “What’s that?” Ruby asked. “I was thinkin,” Elvis said as he ran his hands down her sides and gently squeezed her waist, “that I wanna lick your pretty little kitty again. I like knowin’ I’m the first man that ever did that to ya.” “You’re the only man,” Ruby corrected as she reached up and stroked his cheek softly. “I have a few firsts with you, but I don’t think you have any with me,” she said, her voice sounding a little bit sad. Elvis looked at her in surprise. He gave her forehead a tender kiss before he spoke.

“Baby, you’re the first woman I’ve been with where I feel like ya want to spend time with me just as much as I do with you. Not spend money or get your name in the papers or any of that, but just spend time with me and and enjoy me and love me for who I am. You’re interested when I talk to ya, you’re affectionate with me all the time, ya never say ya need a break from me, you accept me completely. That’s a first for me, and probably the most important first there is.” Ruby looked up at him, her eyes misty with emotion. “Well, any woman who doesn’t see what a special person you are, even without the money and fame, must be crazy. But that’s okay, because now I get to be the lucky one.”

“You sure do, baby, and let me show ya just how lucky.” Ruby squealed with delight as Elvis tossed her on the bed so he could get to work worshipping her with his tongue.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

There's Beauty in Tragedy: Part Five

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: angst, stalking, being attacked, break in

Summary: Someone is stalking you. That much is evident, but you never thought they'd take it as far as to break into your home and make you understand that you're not the one in control here.

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Square Filled: this is not. adrill for @badthingshappenbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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He’s parked outside Y/N’s expensive house but he’s managed to hack into her security cameras as easily as he does laundry. She’s inside her bedroom getting undressed for the night. Damn, she looks better than she did when he last saw her years ago. She pulls on the country-fair t-shirt her ex-girlfriend got for her in college. He remembers that night. Everyone in school went to that thing.

She climbs into bed and keeps her bedside lamp on for a source of light. There are so many things in her room that it makes him sick. She is so materialistic. She makes all this money and doesn’t do anything meaningful with it. She fills her house with trinkets and expensive things to make it look like she’s this glamorous person. She’s not. She’s putting up a facade.

He could go inside her house right now and take it all from her in an instant… if he wanted to, that is.

After a long and hard day at work, you’re ready to wind down and sleep easy knowing you’re about to see your girlfriend in two days. You grab your phone and FaceTime her so you can see her gorgeous face before bed. She answers from inside her hotel room with room service on the table. She’s on a case a few hours from where you are by plane.

“Hi, gorgeous,” you grin.

“Hey, I thought you’d be sleeping by now.”

“I couldn't go to bed without saying goodnight to you. I miss you.”

“I come home in two days,” she chuckles.

“I can’t wait that long. Maybe I’ll head to the airport and fly to you. Maybe I’ll surprise you in bed.”

“You’d cost me my job because we wouldn't leave it.”

“Tempting,” you smirk. “How was your day?”

“Long. It took us longer to build a profile of the unsub which resulting him killing two more women. We finally got it ready and gave it out. I’m hoping we have him tomorrow or else I’ll have to stay out here a little bit longer.”

“I just want you to stay safe even if that means you being away from me for a bit longer. You’ll get the bad guy. You always do.”

“My team does. I’m just the liaison.”

“That team would be nothing without you. You’re a vital part. Don’t forget that,” you wink.

“How was your day?”

“Productive. I had a meeting with a new client, someone I’ve never worked with before. No, I can’t tell you who it is but just know she’s A-list.”

“Wow, good for you.” JJ sees the slightly upset look on your face. “What’s wrong? Did something else happen today?”

“I got a call from Mark again. I didn’t think he’d be so bold to call. He called my assistant to set up a meeting with me, but I overheard her say his name. I told her never to make an appointment with him and to decline all of his calls.”

“Are you sure you don’t want my team’s help?”

“I can handle it but I love how much you worry.”

“I will always worry when it comes to you.”

“Alright, angel, I have to go. I’m tired, but I will talk to you tomorrow morning and I’ll see you in two days.”

“Okay, goodnight,” she smiles.

Both of you kiss the screens before hanging up. You sleep good knowing she is safe where she is and you’re safe where you are.

The next morning, instead of going to the office and working on your designs, you have to stop by one of your stores to check on how they’re doing. It’s so weird. The second you stepped foot out of the door, you felt like someone was watching you. Even now while you’re walking down the street to your store, you feel eyes on you.

You stop outside of it and look at the busy street behind you. People hustle to get to their jobs, cars drive by with passengers, and none of them are looking at you or watching you. Why are you feeling this way? You push down this feeling and walk into your store with a smile.

“Y/N! Welcome back!” the store manager greets.

“Betty, it’s so nice to see you again. How are things here?”

“Just fine. We’re doing pretty well this week, though, product is running a bit low.”

“Yeah, I have more in stock which I’ll bring tomorrow.”

“Oh, I almost forgot, someone came in asking for you.”

“Who?”

“She didn’t leave a name but she did leave this.”

Betty takes you to the back where a bouquet of flowers is. It’s your favorite kinds of flowers all rolled into one bouquet. Attached to the vase is a card, and you rip it off to read what it says.

Nice to see you still have that country-fair t-shirt I got you. You looked so good in it last night.

Fear creeps up your neck because how the hell did this person know what you were wearing last night? You did wear an old t-shirt your ex-girlfriend got you, but you’re confused because you haven’t talked to her since you graduated college.

“Are you sure she didn’t leave a name?”

“Yeah. She came in twenty minutes ago. She might still be outside.”

You immediately leave the store in search of the woman you once knew. People pass you by on their way to malls or their jobs but none of them are Courtney. The feeling of someone watching you has increased so you head back inside to escape it.

“Thank you for accepting the flowers. I’ll take them.” Betty hands them over and talks about the revenue for this week which has been in the high positives for quite some time now. “Keep up the good work. We’ll talk about raises next week because I’m impressed with your work. I’ll bring more product tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Y/N. We’ll see you tomorrow,” she grins.

You leave the store with the flowers only to toss them into the dumpster next to the store. You keep the card for evidence. You’re not sure what this is but you don’t think it’s smart to throw it away. On your way back to your office, you call the police to make a report that someone was watching you last night and left you flowers with a creepy note attached to them. You’re not sure what they can do with that information but at least a report was documented.

The second you get off the phone with the police, you call JJ.

“Hey, can I call you back in a bit?”

“I think I’m being stalked,” you blurt.

“Excuse me,” she says to someone in the room with her. She steps out to give herself some privacy. “Did you say you’re being stalked?”

“I’m sorry for bothering you. I know you’re busy--”

“No, what’s going on?”

“I went to one of my stores to check on things when the manager said someone dropped off flowers for me. I got a note with the flowers that suggested someone was watching me last night. Whoever this is mentioned a shirt I was wearing last night but I was alone.”

“Did you find out who left you the flowers?”

“No, but it’s implied my ex-girlfriend did it because I was wearing the shirt she gave me in college. I can’t think of why she’d leave me notes or how she knew what I was wearing last night. I haven’t seen or talked to her since I graduated college. I called the police to make a report about it but I wanted you to know.”

“We caught the unsub today. We’re heading home as soon as possible. We should get there really late at night or tomorrow morning depending on when the rest of the team wants to leave. I’ll help you out when I do get home.”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t think it’s anything serious that the FBI needs to get involved with.”

“I’m helping you, Y/N. I have the means to. Just let me look into it, at least.”

“Fine. I gotta go. Sorry I took you away from your job. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Maybe this was a prank. Maybe someone wants to scare you. How did this person know what you were wearing? Your security lights didn’t go off last night so there was no one close enough to your house to see what you were wearing. Did they hack into your cameras? If they did, they’d have to be really smart because you have a very sophisticated system.

Your paranoia doesn’t go away even when you’re getting ready for bed. You still feel like someone is watching you but you can’t see anyone inside or outside your house. Maybe this is just a bad feeling and it’ll go away tomorrow.

You’re maybe three hours into the night when you’re woken up by your house alarm going off. You shoot up in bed and look around the dark room, afraid that if you turn on the light, whoever caused the alarm to go off will know you’re awake. 

Plus, you know your own house better than anyone. You can navigate through the darkness.

You grab your phone and keep the backlight on dim as you go to your camera app. Every single camera you own has been disabled so you’re looking at a completely black screen. You have no eyes anywhere. You have no idea who is inside your house. The alarm shuts off presumably by the person who set it off.

The fear you felt from your first robbery is slowly coming back but you have to keep a level head. Panic is what kills people. You get out of bed just as you hear someone rummaging through your house. It sounds like they are getting closer so you dash to your closet and hide behind some clothes.

Your alarm is connected to the police so they should have gotten an alarm but you still dial 911 just to be safe.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

JJ is thankful that the team wanted to come home earlier so she can be with you sooner. She is eager to get to your place and get to the bottom of who is making your life hell. Her phone rings as soon as she gets into her car, and she answers it when she sees it’s her friend from the VAPD.

“Josie, what’s going on?”

“You told me to call you if anything happened at Y/N’s house.”

JJ doesn’t have to hear the whole story to convince her team to head immediately to your house. The entire street is blocked off by police and fire and ambulance are already at your house. She doesn’t want to seem desperate by running into your house like a maniac but she does speed walk to get there. You’re sitting on the couch with a cut on your head that a paramedic is looking at.

“Y/N!”

“JJ,” you whimper.

She joins your side on the couch while the rest of the team questions the police and tries to figure out what happened here.

“Oh, my God. Are you okay? What happened?”

“I don’t know. I woke up to someone breaking into my house. I was sleeping and I checked the cameras but they were all disabled. I ran into my closet and called 911 but he heard me and came after me. Either I hit my head or he slammed me into something but he definitely tried attacking me. Police were here in under five minutes. He heard the sirens and bolted. I didn’t see his face.”

You’re almost in tears from how scared you are and your whole body is shaking from fear. JJ pulls you closer and smooths down your hair and rubs your back.

“Come here. I’m right here now. You’re okay.”

“I don’t know how he disabled my cameras or if he stole anything but I’m terrified.”

“I know. You’re staying with me tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper.

You hate feeling like a little child because that’s what fear feels like to you. It makes you cower in and reverts your mind back to what it was like as a child. You hate feeling physically vulnerable.

“I’ll be right back. I’ll be right over there.” JJ leaves the paramedic to finish his job while she joins the officers whom Hotch and Derek are talking to. “Do you have any suspects?”

“None that fits the description she gave us. However, she did file a report about flowers and a note being left at one of her stores earlier today. I guess someone was watching her sleep the night before. An ex-girlfriend she seems to think. I’ll have someone get in contact with her and have her come down for questioning.”

“Okay. Is she okay to leave here?”

“Yeah, as soon as the paramedics are done checking her out. This place will remain a crime scene for a few days. There’s blood inside her closet presumably from her but we want to make sure.”

“Of course,” JJ nods. When the paramedic says you don’t need to go to the hospital, JJ helps you pack a bag. “You’re going to be okay. My team is on this and there is no one better to help.”

“I know. I just hate that it had to come to this.”

“Come on, let’s go home and rest.”

Fuck. She just had to fight back. He almost had her but the bitch put up a good fight on him. The second he heard those sirens it was either her or him, so he ran. He’ll get her another time but he has to wait until the smoke clears with the police.

He sits in his car a few blocks over with his eyes closed and mouth parted. As terrible as it was that he didn't get her, he got a rush of adrenaline just from being there. Damn, he missed that. He hasn’t felt this way in a really, really long time.

Now that he got a taste of it again, he’s just getting started.

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