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Coriander (c.b. one-shot)

Snippet (more BTC): “I thought you'd never ask. I’m gonna go to the back office and wait. If you think you know what I need, then come on back. If you don’t want to, we can just pretend this never happened mm?” you got up, making sure to sway your hips a tad more as you went to the back office. You pushed the door shut behind you and dropped your tote under the desk, sitting down on it and leaning back against the wall. He came in 2 minutes later, cheeks red, biting his lip as he opened the door and saw you sitting on the desk.”

♡ Chapter Inspo: Love, health, immortality, and protection. Tie fresh coriander with a ribbon and hang in the home to bring peace & protection. Add to love charms and spells to bring romance or use in ritual work to ease the pain of a broken love affair. Promotes peace among those who are unable to get along. Use the seeds in love sachets and spells. ♡ Summary: You are in a FWB situation with Richie, Mikey dies - Carmy comes home to run The Beef, and suddenly...you find yourself in a FWB situation with Carmy as well, what happens when Carmy makes you two official in secret so he can have you all to himself? ♡ W/C: 5.3K+ ♡ Posted Date: 05/29/2024 ♡ A/N: Hellooooo! Happy day 4/7 of the Capri 200 Follower Celebration Extravaganza!!! You can find said extravaganza ♡Here♡ this celebration will be going until next Sunday (06/02/24) so get your requests in! Here's another celebration ask on the books! This ask is from a sweet anon, ask can be found right ♡Here♡ - Thank you so much for your request! As you can tell by the word count I got very inspired! I hope you enjoy :D This could easily have a part 2 so if you want one, just let me know in the comments This is kind of a Richie/Carmy thing i've never written Richie before and I had a whole lot of fun doing so! ♡ Warnings for BTC: Swearing, FWB Relationships, Smoking, Usual TB trigger warnings, Asshole!Carmy (kinda), Angst, No real comfort to be found in the end, Age gap relationships, Rough sex, smutsmutsmut, No uses of Y/N, Reader not described (pics are for vibes only)

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♡ ➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡ ➵ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ♡

You had been working at The Bear since it was The Beef. 3 months before Mikey died, you were hired as a food runner. You’d met Mike maybe twice? Both times, the guy was high out of his mind- so you couldn’t say much about his character. 

Richie on the other hand, was flirty. He was handsome, he was funny, he had a huge cock. You were in your third year of college, Richie was smitten with your girlish charm, and you’d fucked those 3 months pretty consistently - until Carmy came back to Chicago. 

You’d been warned his ‘cousin’ was a big shot NYC chef, ‘Michelin Starred’ Richie said one night while fucking your brains out after a stressful shift as he smoked a cigarette in his shitty, dimly lit apartment. Puffs of smoke left his lips as your ass bounced against his hips and he rambled on about what had pissed him off today, 

“Ye’ sweetheart- fuck-“ he took a long inhale before continuing -  “mm’y’fuckin tight baby- shit-“ he stuttered as your pussy clenched around his cock firmly as your second orgasm washed over you, thighs shivering. “Thaaas it- huh? Gooood girl. Knew y’could do it babygirl” he kissed the dimple on your spine as you shivered, tendrils of smoke trailing up your back and over your hips. 

He then sat up, casually taking another drag, tightening his non-dominant hand around your hip so there would be little fingertip bruises once more over the yellowing hearing ones, and continued, his bruising pace getting rougher and quicker as he continued chasing his own orgasm. 

The meat of your ass and the skin of his hips made smacking sounds as they came together. Pathetic little whines drag from your lips with each rough kiss the tip of his cock gave your cervix as he just continued talking like he wasn’t using you like a fuck doll. 

“he uh, has a Michelin star- whatever that means? He’s a little prick. Guess that’s ahh-fuck- that’s why Mike left it t’him- he knows how t’make fancy shit- little fuckin’ Eleven Madison Park dickhead”  he grunted as he filled you up, spanking you roughly for good measure. 

“Good girl. Always take it like a little whore mm?” He puts out his cigarette in the ashtray. He pats your hip gently as he pulls out, collapsing next to you with an old man grunt that you always teased him for. “Ey’ sweet girl, Y’wanna rub my back since I fucked y’so good mm? So I won’t be sore at work tomorrow?” He pulled you close, kissing your neck, his stubble making you shiver as cum leaked down your beard-burned thighs. 

That was how you spent one to three nights a week since you’d started working at The Beef. 

Then, Carmy came. For the first 6 or so months, it was business as usual for you and Richie. Quiet spanks on the ass as you walked by him during rush as you brought food out to a customer, sometimes letting him fuck your face in the back alley as he went on about what an asshole Carmen was being that day. 

You just took it, the fighting, the bickering, the sexual tension. You were the go-between for the both of them, when they weren’t talking Richie would bug you to go tell Carmy what he needed to say. “Immature asshole” you’d call him at the end of the day as he knelt between your thighs in that same shitty apartment, sucking on your clit while his beard scratched up your thighs. He’d just chuckle into you, squeezing your thighs amusedly with his large hands. 

Then one day, you were in the dry storage, grabbing something for Marcus that was on the bottom shelf and heavy. You were bent over, trying to tug it out and the door shut behind you.  “Hey- sorry just gonna reach over you-“ Carmy. When you felt him press against your ass like that, his tattooed hand resting on your hip. You felt heat rushing straight for your core, your stomach flipping and fluttering.

Then, you started making moves. A brush of the hand here, a smile there, a giggle at one of his dorky jokes no one else bothered to pay attention to, of course, he noticed. The young piece of ass that used to spend all day giggling and shooting the shit with his older cousin was into him now. The first night it happened, you made sure to pick up a double on a day you usually didn’t go home with Richie, and while everyone except Carmy did their best to rush out the door as soon as they possibly could, you stuck behind. 

You went to the bathroom, fixed up your hair, and your makeup not enough to be noticeable to a guy that you’d changed, but enough to look fresh. You put on some more lipgloss, freshening up your body spray and hiking your tote bag onto your shoulder before heading out of the ladies' room into the back-of-house. You heard the swish swish of a scrub brush, and the plopping of water - and knew Carmy was still in there scrubbing something. When you turned the corner to see him on his hands and knees, muscular arms flexing as he really scrubbed that floor. You could tell there was something….about Carmen Berzatto. 

It wasn’t just the fact his brother died, it wasn’t this strange stoic seriousness he had at not even 35, it was something else. Dedication, maybe? But you weren't sure to what because not a day went by without referring to the restaurant as ‘a shithole with decent sandwiches’ - you knew he was just keeping it running because it’s what Cicero wanted and no one denied that man. But you wanted to see if that dedication or learning ability translated into the bedroom. “Damn- You could eat off that grout” you teased. His head popped up, blue eyes twinkling under the iridescent lights.

This damn family and their pretty eyes

“The hell you still doin’ here? Y’shift ended what-” he looked at the clock, “An hour and six minutes ago” he continued scrubbing at the tile with the tiny little brush. 

“Oh you memorized my shift schedule?” you teased, a small smile on your lips. You were towering over him, being sure to block his light so he would give you his attention once more.

“I make the schedule, yeah I know when my employees work” he looked up at you again “n’y’re in my light” he pushed his greasy curls out of his way with his dry hand. 

“Mmm- last I checked Chef Syd did the scheduling- unless…that changed?” you asked and he looked back at the floor, scrubbing over the same spot he had been since you came over here. 

He made a little ‘mm’ noise and was quiet for a few moments as he continued to scrub. “So why are you still here if y’not gettin’ paid?” he asked again. You crouched next to him, hugging your knees and he stopped, looking over at you. He could smell your perfume perfectly, your lipgloss glitter was shimmering in the light. He could very well near smell the mint coming off of your breath from the gum you had chewed an hour earlier. He swallowed thickly, blinking a few times how he did when he was confused he noticed and his eyes fan to your lips before back up to your eyes. “Uh-”

You cut him off “Cause I haven’t met you, Carmy. We haven’t talked, Why’s that?” you question with a small, innocent smile. It was true, he all but ignored you while he’d been here. The only time he spoke to you was when he absolutely had to tell you something or when he was assigning you your morning tasks when you first got in. 

“W-What d’you wanna know?” he asked, tongue darting out to quickly wet his lips. He was nervous. 

“Why do you ignore me for starts” you jet your bottom lip slightly out into a little barely there pout for added effect, “Tina asked me a few days ago what I did, so what did I do Carmy?” you ask gently. You knew it was because you caught him staring at you so often he thought you thought he was a creep, but you thought it was adorable how flustered he got when he’d been caught and quickly tried to make it look like he’d been focused on something else. 

“Nothin- nothin’ y-you didn’t do anything m’sorry I made you feel- what’re you-” he trailed off as you gently fixed his Saint Anthony chain so it was facing front, carefully slipping your finger under the loop and pinching it between your forefinger and thumb, adjusting the clasp to be at the back of his neck. 

“Sorry, small things like that bug me, I think little things bug you too, Carm” you said softly. His cheeks were getting pink, his pupils were widening. Your plan was working. “Is this ok?” you gently fixed the sleeve of his t-shirt over his bicep, the fabric deliciously stretching over his buff arm 

“Mhmm” he muttered, breath catching as your hand trailed up his shoulder and resting there. ��Did you um- did you need something…” he asked, voice that delicious kind of soft you adored. 

“I thought you'd never ask. I’m gonna go to the back office and wait. If you think you know what I need, then come on back. If you don’t want to, we can just pretend this never happened mm?” you got up, making sure to sway your hips a tad more as you went to the back office. You pushed the door shut behind you and dropped your tote under the desk, sitting down on it and leaning back against the wall. He came in 2 minutes later, cheeks red, biting his lip as he opened the door and saw you sitting on the desk.

He blinked rapidly, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing “Jesus Christ” he muttered to himself, shutting the door behind him. “Y-y’re sure. Like- wait you mean- you mean you want me t-” 

“Do whatever you want with me, chef,” you told him in a sultry tone, watching him closely as he walked over. You’d assumed he’d be just like Richie, rough, unforgiving, and sometimes even a little mean, but the way he cupped your cheek was…gentle. 

“Are you sure you want this? M’y’r boss..I don’ want you t’feel like i’m…making you, ‘er somethin’” he ran his thumb over your cheekbone. He was so close that you could smell the cigarette smoke on his breath as well as the musky scent of the long workday mixed with his cologne. You were nearly put in a trance by it. In response, you gently rest your palm on the back of his neck, pulling him closer and giving him a gentle kiss. 

He leaned forward, resting his hand on the side of your thigh and kissing you back, his lips hesitant on yours at first but when he felt your tongue swipe his bottom lip, his hand moved to your shoulder and gently squeezed as he opened his mouth, tongue darting out to find yours. He moaned softly at your taste, his breath coming out in small hot puffs that fanned your upper lip as you explored his mouth with your tongue. His hand that was on the desk gently moved to your hip, giving a tentative squeeze. You grabbed it, bringing it to your breast and with your hand over his, guiding him to squeeze and massage it. 

He let out a little hum of realization and did as you asked, only able to do so much with a t-shirt bra and work shirt, he with trembling hands tugged at the bottom of your navy blue The Beef t-shirt, asking for permission to take it off. You pulled away, swiftly taking off the shirt and reconnecting your lips with his. Your hands made your way behind your back, unhooking your bra and pulling it off, bringing both of his hands to your breasts. You whine softly as he pinches and rolls your nipples between his fingers, the action making them even harder and perkier. He kissed down your jaw, nipping gently and sucking on the sensitive skin. 

Richie can’t know this happened 

“N-no marks babe- kay?” you said a bit breathlessly, hand trailing up to gently tug at his hair. He hummed in response, kissing down and mouthing over the hickeys Richie had left earlier in the week. You bit your lip as he continued to roll and tug your nipples kissing down your neck and when he finally got to your breasts you heard him mutter

“So fuckin perfect” before he took one of your perky abused nipples into his mouth, lightly sucking as you combed through his curls, taking out all the knots with your nimble fingers. With his other hand, he continued to massage your other breast, causing a moan to fall from your lips. 

“You wanna fuck me? Mm? Right here over the desk? You can go as hard as you want yea?” you told him, it was nice that he was spending so much time dedicated to making you feel good, but were confused why he hadn’t just…bent you over and gotten it over with by now like Richie usually did when you fucked at work. 

He pulled off with a pop, looking up at you with those wide eyes that had been darkened with lust. “Uh- Can I taste you..instead?” he asked shyly, resting his chin on your sternum gently, his hot breath puffing from his nose and tickling your chest. You raised your brows, looking at the clock - wasn’t he exhausted?! If he ate you out, that would be what - another 15 minutes on top of him getting off, would probably be another 20, so you both wouldn’t be getting out of there until 1:30 or so. 

Well, if it's what he wants.

“Sure honey” You got up, slipping out of the sweats you took the train home in usually, setting them on the desk to sit on and pushing your panties down as well after kicking off your Ugg slipper shoe-type things and sitting back on the desk, spreading your thighs for him and resting one of your heels on the edge. His mouth parted slightly, nearly dropping to his knees, his curls falling in front of his eyes but he didn’t seem to care as he kissed your inner thighs, almost enjoying his time getting you worked up. He gently sucked on your nether lip, groaning lightly at your flavor. Your mouth drops as you watch him, fully blissed out as he laps at your wet folds.

“Holy shit Carmy” you breathe, gently pushing his bangs back so you could see his pretty blue eyes once again. He looks up at you, sandy brown long lashes nearly touching his bushy brows as he connects his mouth with your clit, flicking his tongue over it and running his jaw back and forth messily, a mix of drool and your arousal running over his chin. “Wow feels so good - doin’ so good Carmy” you breathe, head falling back in pleasure and breathing picking up. He was really good at this. When Richie was in the mood (AKA his back wasn't hurting, or his knees, or his shoulder) he would give you the pleasure of eating you out, and he did it well, he always made sure you came when he did it, and you never had to fake it with him.

You weren’t going to have to fake it with Carmy, either, because holy shit - he was amazing at this. You felt that familiar tightening within’ your stomach within minutes. He took one of your thighs, throwing it over his shoulder to give himself a better angle, and ran his tongue down, slipping it inside of your pussy and moaning as you gush over his tongue when his nose runs back and forth over your clit, stimulating it most deliciously. Your thigh twitched, toes curling, and a sharp moan comes from your throat, biting down roughly on your lip. “God- god Carmy, I’m cumming” you warn, Gripping his curls rougher which seemed to edge him on, rubbing you rougher with his nose and curling his tongue up against your gummy walls, wet lewd noises coming from between your thighs. 

Within moments there was a fire of pleasure shooting beneath your skin as you cried out in ecstasy. Your eyes rolled beneath your lids, letting go of his hair and gripping the desk instead with a crushing grip as he worked you through the intense waves of overstimulating delight that ripped through you relentlessly. He finished with a chaste kiss on your thigh before grabbing your bra and helping you put it on as well as your panties, even finding the shirt you’d thrown and shaking off the dust from the floor before handing it over. “That was uh…really good, thank you” he wiped his chin and lips with the back of his hand, rubbing it on the back of his jeans. You shamelessly stared at his crotch and noticed the hard bulge in his jeans before looking back up at him.

“You don’t want to get rid of that? I can suck you off if you want I have a hair tie” you said, holding up your wrist to show him. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. 

“No- no you don’t owe me anything, I got what I needed don’worry. See y’tomorrow- make sure you leave through the back I already locked up the front” he said, leaving the office and closing the door behind him to give you some privacy. You sat in shock for a moment, blinking a few times. All he wanted from you was to eat you out? You’d never met another guy who simply ate you out and that was it - they’d always…expected something from you after, and of course, you gave it because you felt like they’d paid you a favor just by eating you out first even if you didn’t finish. You slip your work shirt back on, get up, and put on your sweats with shaky legs before slipping your shoes back on. 

It continued like this, the days you weren't fucking Richie, you were in the back office getting eaten until you nearly passed out. Until The Beef started getting renovated, then the days you weren’t getting your brains fucked out in Richie's bed, your thighs spread wide at odd hours of the morning on Carmens’ couch, some random cooking show playing in the background as he lapped at your pussy like a man starved on his knees in front of you after kissing down your body like you were a goddess to be worshipped. If you were quite honest, you liked this routine. It felt perfect for you, you knew where your feelings lay for both of the men, and it was a stable comfortable routine on both sides. 

For Richie, it was fun and flirtatious. Sneaky spanks when you came to visit and help him renovate the restaurant with Neil, rough makeout sessions in the back alley when he went out for a smoke, rough near bruising quickies in the soon-to-be walk-in freezer that hadn’t been set up yet, so it was a nice little private area you two could go. He’d even started stealing a kiss or two when you weren’t being sexual. He was protective of you, Carmy started noticing this. That was why a few weeks before the big opening, he had started being a bit more handsy with you. 

The two of you started spending a lot more time together, and you realized he was even opening up to you a bit more. He began asking to see you more often, taking you out with him when he had to run errands for the opening. When he took you with him to the restaurant supply store, he had his hand rested on your lower back, gently rubbing circles as he explained to you the difference between the bunch of different kinds of cutlery. You had been baffled that there were 11 different kinds of butter knives there and he explained to you the difference between them, as well as showed you which sets went together.

It was strange you were clenching your thighs together while a man chatted you up over silverware, but the way he guided your hand to hold them so you were doing it ‘properly’ when you picked one up to get a closer look, had your heart jumping to your throat. That specific encounter was the first time you’d been able to really fuck him, and also draw some dominance out of him as well. It wasn't even his day with you, he knew it - he very well knew this, but little did you know that was the reason why he did it. You rode him hard and fast in the back of his van in the parking lot, he’d made sure to move to a spot in the way back where no one else had been parked so the two of you didn’t get caught and thrown on a registry, of course.

So, that night when you had met up with Richie after he had made you dinner and bent you over the couch for your usual Wednesday night activities - by the first yank of your hips you squeaked, “Gentle - please, daddy, not too rough..” you were glad he was taking you from behind, because you couldn’t bare the confused sweet sorry look on his face. You never asked him to be gentle with you, of course he obliged- because it was all an act. Richie was a big softie, a teddy bear. He just liked to fool around and put on the big mean daddy act in the bedroom because it was fun for the both of you.t in the bedroom because it was fun for the both of you. But he would never really want to hurt you. 

“Wha’s wrong baby, mm? Why you hurtin’?” He held you up by your ribs, sweetly kissing your hairline as he thrusted slower and softer in and out of you, gently resting his lips against your forehead “was I too hard Monday? M’sorry my sweet girl” he rubbed over your breast gently as he continued his gentler strokes. His sweet girl. That caused your heart to sting a bit. You didn’t know that he liked you too, the same way you liked him. Unless it was just an act? You hope it was an act. 

“Yeah” you said, knees going weaker when he reached around your front and toyed with your clit, your hips bucking at the soreness Carmen had left you with earlier. 

“Yeah? Y’never been like this before sweetheart” he kissed over your neck, beard scratching at your skin. 

“Mm- s’okay- feels good- like it when it hurts like this” you rest your head back on his shoulder, closing your eyes and feeling a pit of guilt setting in your stomach. Would it hurt him if he found out you had started fooling around with Carmy? You hoped not, but couldn’t help but wonder. They were family. Most of all you would hope it wouldn’t make him insecure due to the much closer proximity Carmy and your ages were. You were so lost in your own head that you didn’t even realize he was finishing inside of you like normal moaning into your hair. 

“So good- such a good girl” he kissed your head. “go get cleaned up kid, gotta get outta here early t’day cus’ I needa go to Eva’s school play thing” he pats your ass gently and pulled out, leaving you draped over the arm of the couch naked from the waist down and cum leaking down your thighs. You shut your eyes for a moment, rubbing over your face before standing up and doing as he said. 

A little over a week later, Carmy asked you to go straight with him. Well. Not really, he asked you if you were fucking other people to which you gave a simple yes and he just said ‘oh…wish I could be the only one’ you teased him and asked if that meant you wanted to be together, just the two of you and he said yes. So, you stopped fucking Richie. You stopped letting him kiss you in dry storage - you stopped having your ass be available for slapping as he walked by. 

And man, was it hard. He looked like a sad puppy, a small pout coming to his lips when you turned your cheek causing him to kiss that instead of your lips. “ ‘ey-“ he turned your face towards him “where’s my kiss?” You just looked down at the floor, before turning and grabbing the bag of onions you’d been sent in there to get and saying 

“I don’t think we should keep doing this. We should…just work together.” As much as you hated to say it, you did. Then you left the dry storage, and Richie felt his heart crack slightly. Things with him felt way more real then with Carmy, but Carmy was the one who asked you to be his, so you just…went with who asked. You had thought that was the best choice. Even though you stomped on his heart that day, he still cracked jokes with you, and was the same sweet dork you worked with before you started hooking up, the sweet dork that made you want to hook up with him in the first place. 

2 days before the friends and family opening, Carmy invited you over to his so he could cook for you. You’d been able to have his cooking once before, when he’d had you come over right in front of Richie at The Beef, and held a spoon to your lips, a hand under your chin for you to try something he’d come up with. Tonight he was making his familys pasta, and when you’d got there you nearly jumped his bones when he was wearing a work shirt from The Beef. You’d never seen him in it before, he’d never worn it to work even though everyone else had to be wearing theirs.

 You had a joke with yourself that he knew how yummy and slutty he looked in those stupid plain white t’s so thats why he kept wearing them.

“Hey sexy” You’d said when he opened the door, standing on your toes to kiss him deeply. He hummed, pulling you inside quickly and shutting the door behind you both so no neighbors would see. He grabbed your ass with his palms, squeezing it and spanking you lightly.

“Hey pretty girl” he said, kissing your top lip messily “y’hungry, right? Dinners almost done” he carefully brushed your hair from your face, looking down into your eyes with one of his sweet smiles.

“Mm always hungry for the best chef in the worlds food” you mused, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and playing with his curls “Why’d you never wear this at work, mm? Y’look sexy babe” you kissed his neck. He hummed, hands trailing up your back and palming over your ribs.

“Cause they’re itchy, and it’s laundry day” he said as you rubbed over his chest, grabbing at his pecks and squeezing at the flesh. He chuckled, brushing your hands “jesus someones handsy eh? He cupped your cheeks, angling your eyes towards him “food’ll burn, go wash up yeah? I’ll get y’plate ready” he pecked your lips and ran his hands down your front, grabbing your hand nd pressing it to his lips before heading back to the kitchen.

You followed as he said, going to the restroom and washing your hands as well as your makeup off with the makeup wipes that lived in his bathroom for you now, before going to his bedroom. You stepped out of your stupid waitress uniform, slipping on his white shirt that kissed just below your bum. You padded out to the kitchen, seeing him wiping the edge of your plates off with a paper towel, a kitchen rag over his shoulder. God, he looked so amazing in his element. “Hey” you said gently, going to hug him from behind 

“Hey sweet girl, just about done” he sprinkled some fresh parsley over the dish masterfully, before gently rubbing over the back of your hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing it. “How was the train?” he asked and you pulled away, walking over to his couch and sitting since he’d never bothered to get a kitchen table. 

“Okay, weirdo was playing a ukelele again” you plopped down, crossing your legs and looking over at the random dutch cooking program he had been watching from his station in the kitchen, “You speak dutch?” you asked, he chuckled and you weren’t sure at which statement. 

“No, I don’t, I just watch, and I know what they’re doin’ by the look usually.” he came over, setting a beautiful plate of pasta in your lap and sitting down with the small pot he used for sauce, that he’d mixed the noodles in half hazardly and twirled some of the noodles on the fork, taking a bite. 

Classic Carmy, serving you a Michelin Starred dish, and eating the leftover scraps. 

That was the night you really fell for him. Especially after he did the same thing that he did the first time the two of you hooked up, put you first. Even if he didn’t want you to touch him, even if he was too shy to cuddle you before you fell asleep. You really felt your heart crack open for him.

The night of friends and family, though, you may as well have been a stranger. No matter what you did that night to get his attention, he fully ignored you and snapped at you, and everyone, to ‘pick up your fucking pace’. You had never had him snap at you like this. All you wanted to do was go joke around with Richie, maybe pull him into the dry storage for a quick makeout - but you couldn’t, not anymore. You missed him. You missed your old man, as much as he despised you calling him that, you adored the way he frowned and spanked you in response to the name, telling you ‘it’s already unfair when we go out they think y’my daughter’ 

When you had find out that Carmy had been locked in the freezer - your first instict was to rush to the back of house, comfort him- tell him it would all be fine, but you knew you couldn’t do that, and it would piss him off if you did so. You were his well kept secret, and he wanted you to stay that way. You had found out from Syd, who was really the only one to know about your short-lived relationship - since Carmy seemed to be more open with her then he did with you - his supposed girlfriend. 

“He’s ok, he’s fine- look, just keep pace, ok, me and Richie will handle this - bring the plates from tinas station to table 11, ok?” she told you calmly, giving you a quick reassuring hug before whisking you off to do your job. You did as she said, putting on a smile and bringing the food out to the table, setting it down the way you’d been trained and telling them what was what before telling them to enjoy and heading back to the kitchen to pick up another round of food to bring out to an awaiting hungry group of patrons.

Three hours later, when the night was finally coming to a close- you decided it was a good time to go check on Carmy. All the guests had left, and it was just the staff at this point. You knew that the fire department was on the way since Richie had let everyone know they’d been called, and Syd was back there trying to calm him down. What you didn’t know, was Syd had told Carmy to hold on for a moment because she was gonna go tell her father goodbye and thank him for coming, so he had been left all alone in the back of house, in the freezer.

You walked in, hearing him rambling as you walk up, listening closely to what he was saying.

“Like- Like right? Right?” he chuckled a bit “W-what the fuck was I thinkin’? Huh? The fuck was I thinkin’, Syd? Like - Like I was gonna be in- “ he laughed a bit “In- i-in a relationship- er- er some shit? I-I’m a fuckin- a fuckin psycho- thats thats why, thats why I’m good at what I do, thats how I operate, Syd, you wanna be the best? I am the fucking best, because I didn’t have- any- any of this - this fuckin…bullshit! Right? I-I- I could focus, and I could concentrate, and I- I had a fuckin’ routine, an- and I had fuckin cell reception! An-” he paused. You felt your heart crack, tears filling your eyes,

You were bullshit to him.

He continued, “I dont need to provide amusement or enjoyment. I dont need to- to receive, any amusement- or - or enjoyment. Y’know? And I’m…I’m completely fine, with that. Because absolutely no amount of good, is worth how fuckin’ shitty this feels. S’just…a complete waste of my fucking time.” 

You let out the sob you were holding back, gasping a breath, shaking your head and with a trembling voice, you say, “I’m really sorry you feel this way, Carmy…” before rushing out of the kitchen, hot tears running down your cheeks. You grab your bag from behind the counter, slamming into richie on the way out of the restaurant and he stopped you, grabbing your arm. 

“Hey- hey kid” he said, and the soothing sound of his voice made you break down fully, starting to sob so hard you couldnt see straight, collapsing into his chest. 

“I’m sorry- I’m so sorry for being so shitty- I- I dont deserve you” you cried, hugging him tightly, “I have-” you took a gasping breath and look up at him “I- i’m done- tell Carmy that I’m done here….” you let go of him and rush out, quickly walking towards the train station the wind whipping your wet cheeks. You pulled out your phone, calling Carmy to leave him a voicemail. 

“Hey, uh…I don’t know why you fuckin’ asked me out- but uh- fuck you, carmy. Youre right- you deserve nothing- youre a coward, and an asshole. I hate you for making me love you” you hung up, shoving your phone in your pocket, not even caring the admission that slipped past your lips as you stomped up the stairs to the L platform.

Back at the restaurant, Richie storms into the kitchen, slamming his palm on the freezer door. “Yo- the fuck did you just do?” he asked, voice laced with anger.

“I-I don’know. I-I don’ know what the fuck she heard. Dunno” Carmy said, voice indifferent to the entire thing, which just made anger bubble in his chest at his lack of caring. Richie slams his hand into the door harder, making Carmy jump a bit.

“No- asshole, I said - the fuck did you just say, to that fuckin’ girl?” Richie repeated, getting louder now.

“Richie” Carmy said, sighing to himself.

“Richie? Richie What- Tell me! Tell me, What the fuck. What the fuck did you just say to that fuckin girl, Carmen” 

“Will you just shut the FUCK UP AND GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE PLEASE!” Carmy shouts, not having any part of being scolded when his fingertips felt like ice. 

“Oh- oh yeah, I’ll get y’the fuck outta there, Donna” Richie mocked, so angry he didnt care how deeply he cut in the moment.

“The fuck you just say t’me?” Carmy challanged

“I-” Richie sighed, knowing he just took things too far and dropped his head back in annoyance.

“N-no- Richie- What the fuck did you just say?” Carmy asks, louder this time, Pounding on the door when he didnt get a response. 

“Yo- cousin, cousin look - I don’t know why you gotta fuck up everything good in your life. That girl is nice, shes a good fuckin friend t’you” Richie explained, completely oblivious to everything that had really been going on. 

“Are you -” Carmen laughs “Are you fucking kidding me right now?!” he spits, the comparison to his mother causing fire to race through his veins.

“No- No i’m not, cousin, someones gotta tell you this shit, ‘eh? First fuckin friend after comin’ home you go ahead and make her cry?!” Richie scolded.

“FUCK YOU! Fuck you Richie!” Carmy yells, running his hands through his hair,

“Ohhh yea, here we go, fuck me, yeeeaaa Carm” he mocked him.

“Yeah! Yeah fuck you fuckin loser. You wouldn’t have shit without me. So fuck you!” carmy shouted at him, his breath coming out in large frosty puffs in front of him.

“Oh-” Richie chuckled, a twinge in his chest that Carmy was willing to cut so deep so quickly “Yeah- yeah tough guy” he mocked, voice getting meeker

“Yeah! Yeah! You- Or y’fuckin kid- fuckin loser - only reason you have anything is me!” Carmy roars, slamming on the door “so ye’ cousin, fuck you!” 

“My KID? Y’gonna talk about my KID? Well at least I have a fuckin kid! What d’you have other then a restaurant, jackass!” he yelled back.

“YEAH? I HAVE THE GIRL YOU BEEN FUCKIN’ FOR THE PAST YEAR, MORON. Why you think she dropped you so fast? Huh? You fucking idiot! She chose me- so ye’. I am the reason you have what you have AND I’LL TAKE WHATEVER I FUCKING WANT. FUCK YOU” He yelled through the door, kicking it with his chefs clog.

Richies mouth dropped, stepping back and feeling as if he’d just been stabbed in the heart. “What?” he said, believing his ears were playing tricks on him, how could Carmy do such a thing to him?

“Yeah- yeah. She chose me, and guess what, I fucked her because i wanted to show you I could. Y’fuckin prick” he sat down on one of the boxes of frozen steaks, rubbing over his face roughly. Richie raced out of the kitchen, telling Syd he was ‘done’ and quickly taking out his phone to call you. 

Back in the freezer, Carmens phone buzzed. He looked at it, seeing a voicemail from you that finally pushed through. When he heard your sad, broken voice, admit that he’d caused you to hate him by his behaviour made him chuck his phone against the freezer wall so hard that the screen shattered.

Never so badly had he ever fucked up, and by doing so he lost the best thing to ever happen to him.

[arisewanekosuki]

Once again congratulations on reaching 200 followers! 🎉🎉🎊🎊 Let's have fun with the celebration! ＼(＾▽＾)／

& for the event, let's bring Albedo, Heizou, Lyney & Kazuha to Fontaine! o(>ω<)o

(Although kazuha may not be known as one of the rizz kings, but his elegant flowery words can definitely make ones heart flutter >////<)

Thank you in advance & have a nice day! 💐💐💐

-shizukano

Hehe thank you again Shizu! I'm so sorry it took me so long to finish it tho ;-; But I hope you'll still like it!!! o(*>3<*)o @shizukano Event Masterlist -------------------------

[Traveler's little helper event] [Albedo, Heizou, Lyney and Kazuha in Fontaine]

Aether sighed. “Why do you have to take THEM this time?” was only a question swarming in his head. Lyney and Heizou were talking with each other, while Albedo and Kazuha were waiting for you in silence. Aether turned his head to look at you with a pout. You notice his staring and then smile, hiding the rest of stuff you wanted to take in pocket dimension. He was still pouting, hoping you’ll change your mind and take him instead. You approached him and patted his head. -“Aw, don’t worry Aether! We’ll take care of everything so please rest.” -“But I don’t need to-“ you placed a finger on his lips, stopping him from finishing the sentence. -“Nuh-hu! I don’t want to hear it! You've been fighting too much lately! Even get sick! This time stay and rest okay?” He wanted to argue that he is not sick anymore, but you’re right, he feels tired and rest would be nice. “But can’t you just rest with me?” he thought. Just looking at the guys standing by the door of the mansion makes him forget his weariness. -“(Y/n) are you ready to go?” asked Heizou, smiling at you, but for a moment Aether could see the smirk on the detective’s face. -“Yes, I’m coming!” you hugged Aether for goodbye “Be good and make sure Paimon won’t eat everything we have in the kitchen! Bye!” You waved at him while going outside. -“Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of her!~” Lyney winked at Aether and went after you. The golden haired boy stood in front of the closed door and mumbled to himself. -“Maybe I should close the Teapot for some time when she’s back…”

After finishing the commissions and getting payment from Katheryne your group decided to eat something. -”How about going on a picnic?” asked Heizou with his hands behind his head. “I’m sure you and Aether learned new recipes, we can cook together!” he smiled towards you. -”That's not a bad idea! What do you think guys?” You asked with excitement. The other boys smiled, agreeing with this plan. -”I know a good place for this! I’m sure you will like it!” said Lyney. -”Hehe! Is that so? Show the way then!” The magician took your group to a field with lovely flowers. From here you can see a small island with a statue of Seven being on top of a hill and behind it there is the big tower looming over Fontaine ocean.  Kazuha and Albedo prepared a place where you can cook while Lyney took from his hat a blanket and laid down on the spot he thinks you’ll like. You and Heizou meanwhile look through the recipes and decide what to cook. -”How about we make Poisson Seafood Soup and Feast-O's? I think you will like the last one~!” -”No matter what you choose to make! I’m sure I’ll like it anyway! Especially when it is made by you~.” Heizou smiled while getting closer to you. You can feel your cheeks getting a bit warmer.  You coughed into your hand. -”Well… Aether is a much better cook than I am so I'm not sure if it will be that great…” -”It will! My intuition says so! And I'm here to help as well!” The detective wanted to put his arm around your shoulders but he was stopped by the magician who appeared out of nowhere. -”(Y/n)~ How about making some sweets too? I want to make my special Cubic Tricks!”  -”O-oh! That's a great idea!” You were surprised by Lyney's appearance but the thing that makes your heart beat a bit faster is the fact that two boys are very close to you. And they for some reason are getting even closer, making you sandwiched between them. “Uhm…boys? How about we start cooking?” You just wanted them to step back a bit before your cheeks start to burn from heat. -”But ma chérie! I can’t start! You’re holding something I need!” Lyney said dramatically, you looked at him confused. Then he took your hand placing his other one on top of your palm. -”Huh?!” That was the only thing you could say at this moment, too stunned by sudden contact. Then you start to feel something round on your palm and before you knew it there was a bulle fruit. “Wow!” Lyney chuckled. -”I’m glad you like this small trick~!” -”I have to say that was a really interesting one!” added Heizou. -”If you ever visit Fontaine again feel free to come to one of my magic shows.” -”I’ll keep that in mind.” You smiled at this, it always makes you feel happy when your friends get along. If only you knew how much there is rivalry between those ‘friends’.  After some time you finished making Poisson Seafood Soup and Feast-O's. Lyney finished his speciality too. -”Mmm~ Smells really nice.” said Kazuha approaching you. “Is everything ready?” -”Yes! .. Oh wait, I want to make something more! But you can take the finished food!” you said. You thought of making La Lettre a Focalors, you know Albedo prefers sweets more so you hope he will like the cake.  -”And what does my partner want to make now?” asked Heizou, placing his chin on your shoulder. You noticed that Heizou is very clingy today. -”You will see! Go where the rest is and wait for me~!” you poked his cheek. -”Hmm…alright!”  The boy went to the others who were waiting on the blanket. Thankfully Teyvat has its own laws and even making food seems to go much faster than in your world so you don’t have to worry about making the boys wait for too long. And let’s not forget you can bake using a pot.

After a short time your cake was ready. You went to where the rest of the group was. -”Sorry for the wait! I made one more treat!” After that you joined and started to eat with the rest. Looking at everyone hoping to see that they like the food.  -”Mmm! Delicious! See I told you, your food will be great!” said Heizou, munching on onion rings.  -”Heizou is right, thank you for making this for us. It's always nice to try something new.” smiled Kazuha, taking a second helping of Seafood Soup. -”Truly, if you don’t mind can you teach me the recipe? I’m sure Klee will like this one.” said Albedo, enjoying the taste of the dishes you made with Heizou. -”Of course! If you want, when we come back to the Teapot I can teach you!” you smiled, happy that everyone is enjoying the food. -”If you don’t mind, maybe we can both cook something for my siblings in future? I’m sure they will love your cooking!” said Lyney, with a big smile on his face. -”Mr. Magician, I hope you’re not trying to steal our (Y/n)?” Heizou smirked at the boy sitting across from him.  -”I wouldn’t dare Mr. Detective! Our dear (Y/n) is a free spirit, I wouldn’t ever try to clip her wings off.” Lyney smirked back, with a dangerous glint in his eyes. When two boys were ‘talking’ you moved closer to Kazuha and Albedo. -”Would you like to try a cake I made?” the two boys nodded, taking slices from you. Both of them in silence enjoying the taste of the treat. “So? How is it?” you asked, a bit nervous. -”I think your cooking is improving more and more whenever I have a chance to try it. Not only I’m filled but it soothes my soul as well.” replied samurai. -”I have to agree. Your cooking always boosts my energy.” Albedo smiled. You smiled back, their comments warming your cheeks.  -”T-thank you! I’m glad you enjoy it!” Before you could take another bite of the cake, a hand holding pink candy came close to you. -”Say “aaah”~!” said Lyney, excited for you to try the sweets he made. For a moment you hesitated, getting a bit embarrassed to be fed by a cute magician. But you opened your mouth and then felt the sweet taste of candy. -”Mmmm! It’s very good! Can I get more?”  -”Of course!” He wanted to feed you again but Heizou snatched the pack with candies. -”I want to try it too!” and with that he started to eat them with other boys and you. Lyney didn’t show it on his face but deep inside he was pouting. He is already planning to take you somewhere later, where the two of you can spend time together. After all, he loves when your eyes are on him.

After the picnic you decided to take your group for a walk to where the Fontaine Institute remains are floating in the air. -”If you find any of those mechanical beetles, please grab them for me okay?” -”Mechanical beetles?” asked Kazuha. -”Yes!! They are big like onikabuto and they can fly too!” -”Do you perhaps need them for someone?” Asked Albedo. -”Yes! Wriothesley said that he wants to help me and Aether next week, so I need them to make him stronger as a thanks!” Lyney was the first one to stop walking. -”The Duke wants to help you?!” you turned around and smiled at him. -”Yeah! I was surprised too! But it will be nice to spend some time with him!” Heizou came closer to Lyney and asked in whisper -”Who is that Duke?” -”…He is the Lord of the Fortress of Meropide… and if you see him you will understand why am I worried of her spending time with him…” the magician whispered back. Meanwhile you noticed a meka beetle scanning some flower, you approached it and caught it. Albedo and Kazuha came to you to see the mechanical bug. -”See! Those are mechanical beetles I was talking about! …hm… I think their real name is…um.. subdetection unit?” -”Interesting…” Albedo murmured, taking the bug in his hand. -”Do you think you can use your alchemy to make a copy of this one?” -”I can try but I don’t think my copy will work if you want to use them for ‘ascension’.” -” I see! I was just curious if you can create mechanical things with alchemy too!” While you and Albedo were talking Kazuha came with more little robots in his hands. -”I found some more.” he smiled while giving them to you. -”Ooh! Thank you Kazuha!! It seems there are many of them in this area!” -”How about small competition?” came Lyney with Heizou in tow. “Let’s see who will find the most of them in this area!” You looked at him with excitement. -”Sure!! I’m on it!” you replied. -”Me too.” Kazuha joined. -”Count me as well!” Heizou smirked. -”I don’t mind taking part in it.” Albedo smiled. And with that you all went to search for mechanical bugs. You may not have a vision but thanks to your ‘connection’ with Aether you can use Elemental Sight. You concentrated hoping to notice where little robots are hiding with it. Thanks to this you found 6 of them.   You didn’t notice you started to go further from the area where you were supposed to search, too immersed in trying to find more.  And because of that you didn’t notice four Meks that were slowly approaching you. -”Aha! I found you!” You were reaching for the bug but before you could grab it, someone took you in their arms and jumped far away. In the place you were standing a second ago, the ground was slashed by Annihilation Specialist Mek’s leg. -”That was a close one.” looking up you were greeted by red eyes. “You should pay more attention to your surroundings.” Kazuha smiled gently. You were confused for a moment but then noticed other boys standing before you and Kazuha, ready to fight with Meks. The samurai put you on the ground and pet your head. -”Leave this to us!” And after saying that he pulled out his sword and rushed to hit one of the Meks. -”Please stay here.” Said Albedo, making the artificial flower to bloom under your feet that brought you up, so you won’t be hit by enemies. You saw them fight many times already and yet somehow, they looked more elegant than before. The reason why was simple. They really wanted to impress you and assure you that with them you’ll always be safe. 

After the last fontaine robot was destroyed, the flower slowly put you down on the ground. Albedo was first to come to you. He looked you up and down and then nodded to himself with a smile. -”Thankfully we avoided the situation of you getting hurt.” he said while shaking the dust off you. Heizou sighed. -”We lost sight of you for a second and you almost got…cut in half…” His brows furrowed, not wanting to even imagine how it would end if Kazuha was one second late. -”You all know that I can’t die here, no matter what happens to my body, it will be back together and I will look like nothing happened! This is why I would prefer if you all were more concerned about yourself. I… I would hate it if anything bad happened to anyone…” you looked at them with worry. Albedo places his hand on your cheek, caressing it.Your heart skips a beat by this gesture. -”We are all aware of this…ability of yours. But still, do you think we would like to see you get hurt like this?” He tried to avoid saying how gruesome it would be if that Mek got to you. -”Albedo is right. You’re important to us and we wish that nothing bad would happen to you.” Said Kazuha, coming closer to you.   -”Guys…” you sighed “Alright, I will be more careful. I’m sorry for worrying you all…” Lyney joined and patted your head.  -”Let’s stay close from now on, alright?” -”Yeah! … Oh! We were traveling on the land all this time! I want to show you all pretty places underwater too!! Let’s go!” and you ran towards the water. The boys looked at each other and then and your figure was getting smaller and smaller. -”... And there is our “stay close” huh”.  Said Heizou scratching his head. Kazuha chuckled.  -”When she is excited she quickly forgets about dangers, but… I find this side of hers quite endearing~” Kazuha smiled and then started to go where you went. The magician smiled at that and followed after the samurai. Other two boys stopped at the shore. -”So…we really can just dive like this?” asked Heizou, unsure of jumping into the Fontaine sea. -”There is only one way to find out.” Albedo said while going into the water and diving in. Heizou stood there for a moment and sighed. -”Shouldn’t we all at least wear something different for that?” After saying this to no one, he went after the group.

-”Come here!” you called while waving at the boys. -”Wow, we can even talk underwater?!” said Heizou, finally realizing he really can breathe underwater “How is it possible?!” -”There are many mysteries in this world that we may never understand my friend.” Kazuha said, awed by the environment.  You swimmed up to Heizou from behind, placing your hands on his shoulders and your chin on his head. -”You can wonder about it when we come back to Teapot! Now let’s enjoy this moment before it gets dark!” You let go of him. “Look! There are some Blubberbeasts!” You pointed at the small group of seals. “Let’s play with them!” and with that you swim towards the chubby animals.   The fontaine creatures seem to like Kazuha and Heizou to your and Lyney's dismay. -”Come here little one!” you tried to grab the attention of the smallest Blubberbeast but it ignored you and was swimming around Kazuha. You pouted, making the samurai laugh. He swam towards you and took your hand, surprising you with this gesture. You two started to swim a bit further from the rest, the little seal was following you. When you stopped, your new chubby friend started to swim around you both, this gave Kazuha a small idea. He held both of your hands and started to spin with you. The two of you started to dance, it wasn’t anything elegant, but you two didn’t mind, laughing together.  -”Hmm… this gave me an idea for a poem.” Kazuha stopped his movement and held you close. The water is cool but now you start to feel like you’re in hot springs. -”Oh? May I hear it?” you said, trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks. Kazuha opened his mouth but was interrupted by someone. -”Oh there you are!! I was worried some monster attacked you!” Lyney swimmed close to you and took your hand. “(Y/n)! There is something I want to show you!” and with that he started to go in the opposite way of Kazuha, taking you with him. -”Lyney! Wait!” you looked at Kazuha, who smiled and waved at you. -”Don’t worry, I can tell you when we will be back in the teapot.” You nodded at that and started to follow Lyney.

The Magician took you to some big clam. -”Now, can you open it?” he smiled mischievously. You looked at him confused but did what he asked. When the clam opened you saw a beautiful pearl in it. -”Woah!” -”Do you like it?” -”Yes! It’s really pretty!” Lyney smiled at you. -”Then! Now close it!” You did as he said. “Ready for a magic trick?” You nodded with excitement. The boy opened the clam and there was nothing. The pearl completely vanished. -”Oh? Where is it?” you asked, looking around the clam. Lyney smiled and pointed at his neck. When you touch around yours you feel something. You gasped when you noticed there was a necklace made of pearls. -”This is amazing!! Can I have them?” -”Of course! This is for only you!” Lyney chuckled, happy that you like his present. -”Thank you! This trick was amazing too!” -”Hm? And what’s going on here?” Came Heizou looking with smirk at you both. “Oh what a pretty necklace! It suits you (Y/n)!” You got a bit shy after his compliment but with a big smile you thanked him.

Meanwhile at the shore, Kazuha got out of the water. He noticed that Albedo was standing there with his paint equipment and was working on some painting. Curious, he approached the blonde boy. Albedo noticed him immediately but didn’t stop at his work, he wanted to finish it before the imagine in his head would leave. When Kazuha saw what he was working on he couldn’t help but be in awe. It was a painting of you being underwater, surrounded by some creatures. You looked like some goddess. The lighting, the brushes, everything was just amazing. This gave Kazuha another idea for a poem. -”She truly is our muse isn’t she?” Kazuha smiled, still looking at the painting. Albedo didn’t respond, he only smiled and nodded. After that Kazuha went to sit on the rock that was nearby to write the poem down, hoping that when you two will be alone he will recite them for you.   

You came out of the water, curious where Albedo and Kazuha are. Meanwhile Heizou and Lyney have some competition underwater. You looked around and then saw that Albedo was standing a bit far away, painting something. For now you decide to see what he is working on later. Kazuha was sitting on the rock, with a relaxed expression looking at the scenery in front of him. When your both eyes met, he smiled and patted the place beside him, inviting you to sit with him. -“You seem to be in a very good mood, don't you?” you smiled, sitting by Kazuha’s site. The white haired boy closed his eyes.  -“Of course, the weather and scenery are so lovely, the breeze feels nice on the skin and the most important thing is that I can enjoy all of it with you by my side.” He opened his eyes and gave you such a soft look. You felt your face get warmer. -“Ah! Um… I’m glad that I can enjoy this trip with you all too!” you coughed in your hand. Kazuha founds you adorable when you started waving your hand in front of your face to make it cooler. He knows that his comment made you feel this way, but he wonders what you really think about it. Did your heart skip a beat? Or maybe you think he’s just being very friendly. He noticed that sometimes you don’t get it when someone is trying to flirt with you and sometimes you get so bashful by simple compliments from friends. He could sit and wonder about your true feelings, but right now is not the moment for that. Right now he just wants to enjoy this short alone time with you he was given. You were still waving your hand, so he decided to help you cool down with his Anemo power. The breeze that just came made you feel better. -“Mmm how nice~” The boy beside you smiled and closed his eyes, enjoying the ‘music’ of the world with you.

After some time you noticed that Albedo finished painting so you decided to check it. -”May I see what you were working on?” You smiled, approaching the Alchemist. -”Of course, I was planning to show it to you anyway… I only hope you won’t mind that you were my model for this one.” He gently smiled. -”I already said that I won’t mind being your model so draw me whenever you are inspired! I love your drawings-” finally taking a look you were shocked. It was so beautiful.  -”… Is it really me?” you whispered still in awe. -”Hm? Yes. Is it not to your liking?” he asked, from his face you couldn’t tell, but he was worried deep down if you like it or not. -”N-no! I mean! I like it-…no! I love it!! It is beautiful! It’s just-…. I don’t think I’m that pretty like you drew me here…” you have mixed feelings looking at it. Albedo looked at you, deep in thought. -”…But what if I say you are? After all, here I drew as I see you. For me you look like this.” After hearing it your heart skipped a bit. Hearing that you’re beautiful from the most beautiful person in Teyvat made you feel warm. -”T-thank you.” you whispered, not looking at him. The boy smiled. Albedo loves looking at your expressions, you just look so adorable to him. Normally he doesn't have time to paint while adventuring with you and your other friends, so he was happy he found time today to capture your beauty. -”Would you like to take this one?” he asked. -”May I?” You looked at him, excited. -”Of course.” -”Then thank you!! I will find a good place for it in the Teapot!” You smiled brightly. Then you noticed Lyney and Heizou emerging from the water. -”(Y/n)!” Lyney shouted running towards you. “Guess who won?” -”Hmm…” you decided to tease the boy in front of you. “Heizou?” Lyney gasped, placing his hand on his chest. Lost of words. You laughed at his reaction. -”I’m joking, I know you won! Here is your prize!” Lyney smiled, coming a bit closer. Hoping that the prize would be a kiss on the cheek. But what he didn’t expect was that you would take candy from your pocket, unwrap it and hold it close to his lips. -”Say ‘aah’.” Lyney blushed at that but did what you said. The candy felt even sweeter now. -”Mmm~ Thank you!” -”Oya? If I knew I would be fed by (Y/n) I would do my best to win!” Heizou came closer, putting arm around your shoulder. “Is there some prize for second place?” He smirked. You wondered for a bit. -”Well I don't have anything else so…” You started to pat his head “Good Job Heizou!”  Detective closed his eyes, enjoying your gentle touch.  -”It’s getting dark, are we coming back?” Kazuha asked, approaching your group. -”Ah yeah!! Let’s go back home!” 

Aether was sitting on the sofa, pouting. -”It’s been so long… maybe I should go search for her-” -”Paimon is sure they will come back soon!” The little girl flew over him with dango in her hand. “Would you like some?” she offered. The boy sighed, shaking head. Paimon shrugged at that and started to eat dango. Five more minutes passed and Aether abruptly stood up. -”I’m going to search for her!” He started to go towards the front door. -”Ah! Wait for Paimon!” The girl quickly finished her dango and flew after him. But before he could reach the doorknob, someone else opened the door. -”Hm? Aether? Are you going somewhere?” You asked, confused why he was standing by the door. Aether only hugged you and he mumbled. -”Why did it take so long? I was worried something happened…”  you smiled, hugging him back and patting his back. -”Sorry! But I’m home now!” -”Welcome back!!” Paimon said “Paimon made tea for everyone!” -”Thank you Paimon! Um… Aether, can we step inside? Others are waiting… ”  Aether didn’t let you go but you two moved deeper into the house to let other boys come in.  -”Oho! Someone was missing (Y/n) very much~” said Heizou laughing. Aether only gave him a small glare, still hugging you.   -”Ah I’m tired~ (Y/n) wanna later read those detective novels from fontaine?” -”Of course!” And with that Heizou went to the kitchen for his tea. -”If you don’t mind, after tea would you like to hear my poems?” Kazuha came closer to you. You turned from Aether but he was still holding onto you, placing his head on your shoulder, pouting again.  -”Oh yeah! I would love to!” Kazuha smiled and follow after Heizou to kitchen. -”I can’t wait to see where you will put the painting.” was the only thing albedo said, then went to get the tea and go back to his room. Lyney approached you and took your hand. -”There is still one trick I would show you! Let’s go!” and with that he took you away from Aether. The golden haired boy sighed and followed after you. He won’t let them spend some alone time with you any more today.

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Safe Haven (Carlos Sainz x Reader)

Thank you for the 200 followers. I'm having a lot of fun writing. Hope you guys enjoy this celebration post!!

Summary- Meeting Carlos was the best thing to happen to you.

{Reader's POV}

Ever since Carlos and I had gone public with our relationship; all the people I had avoided informing of our relationship had found out from the news. It was hard to miss when the world like to talk about who the girl was hanging on to one of the hottest F1 driver was.

The one person I had avoided telling about my relationship with Carlos the most was my own mother. Our relationship was always a tough one; she never could accept my choices or decisions. I've lost a lot of partners because of her. Either she would convince me or them that we weren't meant to be; and the next day I was crying on the bathroom floor.

I met Carlos after a particularly bad break up where the guy cheated on me because my mother said I was cheating on him and he should get me back. I really loved him but I felt like the stars had aligned when I met Carlos at the Real Madrid match I was dragged to by my roommate who was tired of watching me mope. The match wasn't very memorable but the guy I was sat next to was. I didn't know he was some formula one driver; all I knew was he was some hot Spanish guy who's voice made a shiver run down my spine. We exchanged numbers at the end of the night and stayed in touch for a while before we could meet up for a date. The date was beautiful and magical just like the fairytales.

We'd been dating for almost 2 years when I finally agreed to go to one of his races. I had moved out from the town that held me back and far far away from my mother. I felt like I was invincible at this point. I guess I forgot what she was capable of. The moment my face was plastered all over the news, my phone wouldn't stop ringing. I was scared. Carlos didn't know the extent of my hurt and why I avoided my mother.

Until a few days after the race, Carlos was out cycling with his friends and I was busy making cookies when I heard the door ring. Thinking it was Carlos, I opened the door; only to be met with the one person I was trying to run away from. "What are you doing here?" I asked, a tremble in my voice. "I heard you got yourself a rich and famous boyfriend. Won't you introduce me to him?" she asked while trying to look behind me. I tried to close the door but she was strong and walked right in. "Can't believe you actually found someone, gullible enough" she sneered taking the whole house in. My hands were shaking and there was a lump in my throat. "The house is big and looks expensive. You must be giving him a good reason to keep you around." she jeered. "Can you leave?" I asked, unsure of anything. "I could but then I wouldn't get to meet this boyfriend of yours, now would I" she replied taking a seat on the couch.

"Why are you here?" I asked, finally finding some strength. "Isn't it obvious? You got rich and famous and forgot your poor old mother who raised you?" she said solemnly. If I didn't know better, I would've been fooled. She leaned back on the sofa, "Come sit darling. It's your house after all" she said, patting the space next to her. I quietly took my place on the sofa next to hers. "I'm hurt. I see you after years and this is the kind of welcome I get" she sighed. "What do you want, now?" I asked more boldly. "I don't get what he sees in you" she started avoiding my question. "You're not pretty or petite like those models, or have money or fame that you can offer. Must be the sex. Am I right?" she asked. I was disgusted at what she said. "Good thing you learned how to please a man. The previous one had to find solace in another woman's arms because of you" she tsked. "He wouldn't have, if you hadn't lied" I spat. "I was only looking out for him" she smiled. "Carlos won't want you around once I'm done talking" she smirked. "He's different, he loves me." I cried out. "Oh dear, all men are the same. They'll leave for a better thing any day." she replied.

As if on queue, I heard the door open and Carlos called out, "Carino, I'm back and I have your favourite cheesecake from that shop you love." I sat there with bated breath. The moment he came in view, I quickly strode towards him. He had placed the cake in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me, giving me a quick peck. I turned towards my mother and introduced him to her. "Babe, this is my mother. Mom, this is my boyfriend, Carlos." I said. Carlos sensed my unease with my posture to the way I was shaking slightly. He placed a hand on the small of my back and raised his hand to shake my mother's. "Nice to meet. Mrs Y/L/N. I've heard so much about you" he said. "Sadly, I haven't. You'd think that after you grow, birth and raise a child they'd care about you at least. But she left me to rot" she fake cried; the crocodile tears ready to fall. My heart was beating out of my chest. I felt weak and a part of me was scared that what if he listened to my mother and then what. "Mom, you should go, we have somewhere to be." I said, standing my ground. "What a shame? I was hoping to have lunch with you. Carlos, sweetheart, if she ever troubles you; give her a good beating, she's quite docile. I've let her loose and look at the trouble she is causing us both." she said, shaking her head. I felt like throwing up. Carlos was shocked, "Why would I hit her?" he asked. "It's ok darling, all righteous men hit their wives to keep them in line. I mean if you'll make this whore your wife that is" she snickered. "Y/N isn't a whore and I do plan on making her my wife" he replied disgusted at what my mother said.

"I would like it if you would stop disrespecting my girlfriend and leave right now." he asked politely. "Where would the fun be, if I left?" she asked. "Please leave before I call the police" he said sternly. I was shaking violently at this point, all those memories, resurfacing. Thankfully Carlos was able to get her to leave. When he came back after locking the door, I crashed in his arms. "Are you ok, hermosa?" he whispered. I started to cry, "Please don't leave me. I don't know what I'll do without you. I love you so much" I cried out in one breath, holding his shirt tightly. "I will never leave you, hermosa" he replied now carrying me to the sofa. We sat down in each others embrace while I cried my heart out. His shirt wet from all the sweat and my tears.

After I had calmed down, "I didn't know it was this bad" he whispered. "She's the reason my last boyfriend cheated on me" I mumbled. "Well, he was stupid. Good he left. That way I found you." he said while smiling. I finally smiled at him for the first time since my mother came. "Don't listen to anything she says. She doesn't know me, she doesn't know us. I love you so much and I would never let anything happen to you" he comforted. I gave him a hug, burying my face in his neck. He placed me on the sofa before getting up to go to our room. I thought he was going to get changed but instead he came back with something in his hand. "I had elaborate plans that my sisters were helping me in. But this is a better time then any." He said, while getting on one knee. My hands were on my mouth. "I love you since the day I first saw you at the Real Madrid match. I'm so happy that we were sat next to each other. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you do me the honour by marrying me?" he stated. "Yes" I croaked out, giving him my left hand. He got up and kissed me. "I'll make sure no one can hurt you ever again. Not even your mother" he said giving me a kiss again. I smiled into the kiss wrapping my arms around him, knowing I was finally safe. "My sisters are gonna kill me, I asked them to plan such an elaborate proposal" he laughed. "I think they'll understand" I said, smiling at him. "Yeah, they love you more than they love me anyways" he chuckled. I was happy I thought while looking at the ring on my finger.

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❤️‍🔥can I request a number 17 from the smut prompts with Jack Hughes please, love your writing so much!

thank you sweet nonnie for not only complimenting my writing but also putting a players full name. 🫶🏻🥺

200 Followers Celebration

I also know Rutger is an hour from Newark but it's fan-fiction let's pretend the Newark campus is the main campus for the sake of this blurb. Please send in more requests this celebration is open till this Sunday. 💞💞

“Faster—ah shit—harder…”

Jack Hughes + alcohol + a slutty outfit = always equaled best orgasm.

Jack Hughes was someone who was more than a friend but less than a boyfriend. If someone asked to describe your relationship you would probably say something along the lines of "friends with benefits sometimes when convenient." Jack and you have had a weird complex relationship since you met him when you were freshly 18 and moved to New Jersey where you didn't know a single soul to go to Rutger University. He had just moved to New Jersey for the NHL, and somehow by fate you guys met. Both of became friends quickly, and that semester during your finals and his not so good rookie year, one night one of you (neither of you, years later now could tell you who) suggested to use sex as a stress relive.

Now years later, whenever one of you started talking to someone you would stop. But when both were single it wasn't uncommon to be in each-other's beds. Although when you went out to the club you were strictly "friends" until you made Jack jealous on purpose. It was the same pattern every time and if Jack has caught on, he's never said.

That's how it lead you to where you are right now, Jack grabbing you from the back holding your hips to his. Immediately your body felt at ease because it was him and also excitement in the pit of your stomach for what you knew was coming next. Jack didn't acknowledge the man in front of you both, instead he simply turned his head so his mouth could whisper in your ear. "If you think acting like a brat and flirting with some fuckboy in front of me. Who probably couldn't even find your clit if he had a fucking map will get you what you want when we get alone your wrong."

His words went straight to your core, making you push your legs together as discreetly as possible as Jack finally acknowledges the man in front of you both, but your too busy trying to get some relief you're not sure what words are exchanged nor do you care.

Next thing you know Jack is saying something about the Uber waiting for you both. The Uber ride despite 10 minutes, felt like an hour, as Jack couldn't stop himself from teasing you. His arm draped over the middle seat as he acted too busy talking to the driver while his fingers would ghost your exposed skin from your mini dress.

"jacky..." you whispered in a needy tone, not giving a fuck how you sounded to the driver due to how you felt.

Turning his head towards you, he said back "baby I'm talking to Isiah he's a fan." Leaning over the middle seat, his hand that's on your thigh gripping the flesh slightly. He whispered "after the stunt you pulled you can wait 10 minutes without acting like a needy little whore."

All you could do is nod to Jack's words, squeezing your eyes closed trying to control your breathing, as you could feel yourself dripping. Jack left a little kiss on your cheek, the driver thinking he was interrupting a sweet moment between the couple, little did he know the reality.

Finally making it back to his apartment, both of you thanked the driver as you exited the car. Jack grabbed your hand as he lead you into his building, he leaned down to your ear, his voice seething with authority. "Don't say a fucking word till we are in my apartment understand."

As soon we you step into the apartment, Jack picks you up, kissing you hard slamming you against the back of his front door. Pulling away, his mouth leaving little teasing bites down your down and collarbone. All you could do is moan in response, begging him to do more.

"naw naw naw now little one... who's in charge here?" he asked

"ya-- yoouu." you whimpered out.

"exactly and were gonna go at my rate. ya know tonight I was gonna give you whatever you wanted but then you had to go and be a fucking brat." almost spitting his words out in frustration at your actions early tonight. Taking his free hand that's not kneading your ass holding your jaw in place to look at him in the eyes.

"I don't know Jacky maybe he could fuck me better."

"oh now your gonna have it." As he takes the hand that was on your jaw, to unzip his pants and pull out his already hard cock. Going to rip your own underwear off only to discover you aren't wearing any. "your soaking wet, and you're not wearing anything."

"noo.. are you mad at me Jacky." you asked shyly.

"fuck" he whispered as he shoved his cock into you, barely giving you time to adjust to his size, before thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace. Letting his body act before his brain could react rolling his hips faster as he heard you scream in pleasure.

"ahhh fuck - " he exclaimed.

"please - faster - " you begged. "ah shit - right there Jack fuck"

"yeah you like that babygirl" he grunted.

"hmmm" you whimpered. your nails definitely leaving marks on the back of his shoulders. "see how good I make you feel. no one gets to you like this. not that fucker at the bar, not your ex who couldn't make you cum, just me."

"ahhh harder.. yeah right there FUCK." You screamed as you both chased your own person highs.

"say it. who makes you feel this good?" taking his free hand and slightly chocking you.

"only you. no one else J" At your confession he quickened his pace even faster, both of you grunting and moaning in pleasure as you both reached your climaxes.

[dingochef]

Instructions for a Good Time

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC-Elsa Matthews)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), blow jobs, fingering (all kinds), rimming, pegging,

Summary: An innocent question from Boys Night Out ™ leads Jake to an entirely new way of pleasure, and you're more than happy to give it to him. AKA, the long awaited pegging Jake fic.

Word Count: 5.5k (a quick drabble my ass….pun intended).

A gift for you all lovely lovelies and just in time for Christmas. What started as a tiny idea for a drabble/ficlet to celebrate 200 followers….here we are. Enjoy, fellow sluts reblog, and let me know where you got to awkwardly read this during the holidays!

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“How was your boys' night, Jake?” you ask, noticing how your boyfriend sways slightly as he hangs up his jacket and takes off his shoes.

“T’was good,” he responds, a slight slur emphasizing the slight Texas twang usually hiding in his accent. He shuffles into the kitchen and returns with a glass of water.

You move over on the couch to allow him a spot to plop down, making sure your wine glass is safe on the table. Jake had gone out with some of the guys from the Dagger Squad, a few of them, including his bestie Coyote, being in town as guest lecturers for Top Gun. Rooster declared it a “Boyz Night,” which Jake only agreed to when it was spelled correctly, the sucker for details he is.

Jake settles in next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder, languid and relaxed, a tipsy amount inebriated, not sloppy. You put your book down on the coffee table, exchanging it for your wine glass. You're about to take a sip when Jake asks, in perhaps the most casual manner ever given what is about to come out of his mouth,

“Have you ever pegged anyone?”

You're grateful that your wine glass has just reached your lips and you hadn't fully tilted it up to drink, or there would be a fine mist of merlot spraying across your living room.

“I'll answer, but where did that come from?” you ask, gently, looking down to see the wheels turning in his head.

“Got talking about sex stuff with the guys,” he replies.

You raise an eyebrow in concern that some of the intimate details of your sex life with Jake were up for public discussion. He clocks the gesture and reassures you quickly,

“In general terms, nothing too detailed. And, it came up.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“There has to be more discussion than there's a sex act called pegging. Moving on,” you counter and Jake slightly blushes.

“Coyote talked about the difference of being with a woman versus a man, specifically receiving instead of giving. Said it would blow your mind.”

Coyote, Jake's best friend and his ride or die for many years, is gay. A simple fact that no one in the Dagger Squad, especially Jake, had ever batted an eyelash at.

“Makes sense,” you hum, combing your fingers through Jake's hair, “Men do have a prostate.”

Jake chuckles and then says,

“I did choke on my beer when Rooster agreed.”

You and Jake sit comfortably for a few minutes, before you respond.

“Yes, I have pegged someone.”

Jake perks up, waiting for more details.

“I had a boyfriend in grad school who liked…to explore…that side,” you pause,

“Is that something you'd be interested in exploring?”

Jake turns a satisfying shade of red as he considers the offer,

“With you, yes.”

You let out a sound halfway between a whimper and a moan at the thought of that experience with Jake. The boyfriend from grad school had a more feminine, softer body, and a more submissive vibe to him. The idea of taking Jake in all his muscled alpha male glory does things to you, those things mostly being getting your thong very damp.

Before your imagination goes too far thinking about how each muscle in his back would ripple deliciously every time you thrusted, you remember there are some practical matters to attend to, you ask,

“Have you ever engaged in ass play?”

It's Jake's turn to have his eyes bug out in surprise, he coughs on his water before answering,

“Umm, no. No, I haven't.”

You slide your hand into his,

“That's good information to know, we're going to have to work up to actual pegging. As much as you like to go balls to the wall with everything,” he laughs quietly, shaking his head slightly at your terrible joke. Your other hand cups his jaw, a light graze of stubble tickling your palm,

“I don't want to hurt you, Jake. I want to take care of you.”

He leans into your hand and kisses your palm.

“Okay, El. I trust you, completely. I know you'll take care of me and I'll have a very good time.”

“I will Jake, you okay to try something tonight?” you ask, a little unsure, “Like blowjob with some extras?”

Jake laughs, bright and loud,

“El, I will always say yes to a blowjob. And yes, we can try some stuff.”

After a quick peck on his lips you spring off the couch, and tell him,

“Stay there, I'll be right back.”

He nods as you slide across the hardwood to your bedroom where you find the lube in your bedside table.

You return to the living room, where Jake is sitting on the couch awaiting your return. Placing the lube on the table you straddle Jake's lap and pull him in for a deep kiss, your tongues melding together as you rock your hips. You sigh when his hardening cock puts pressure on your clit through your thin sleep shorts and underwear.

He reaches down to pull your shirt over your head and you let him guide the soft fabric of one of his worn Navy tees off your body. You return the favor and slide his shirt off, dropping it on the couch. Instantly his mouth is on your breasts, teasing and licking at the nipples. The sensation is so good that he almost distracts you from your original mission. Reluctantly, you slide off Jake and kneel on the floor in front of him.

You snicker to yourself as you ease his belt through the Texas Longhorns belt buckle, like anyone would ever forget Jake is from Texas. Jake lifts his hips to allow you to pull off his jeans, leaving them in a small heap next to the sofa. Lightly you run your nails up Jake's leg to the top of his boxer briefs and pull them down, releasing his hard cock, precum visible on the ruddy red tip. His underwear joins his pants on the floor and you turn your attention to him and his gorgeous cock.

Peppering light kisses along the shaft you work your way up to tip, pausing a moment before you take him into your mouth. You take a little bit more of him on every bob up and down till his dick is hitting the back of your throat. A natural steady rhythm forms as you work Jake up, listening to his moans, grunts, and words of praise.

“Fuck, El, that feels good. You suck my cock so well,” he murmurs, holding back your hair as you pleasure him. He is getting close, so you pull off of him and drag a finger down the shaft wet with your spit, past his balls, and very gently circle around his hole.

“Can I touch you here?” you ask, almost breathless in anticipation of his answer, you've kept your other hand slowly jerking him up and down.

“Yes, fuck, El. Yes, touch me,” he pants out, his green eyes hazed over with lust. Grabbing the lube from the table you squeeze some out on your hand, enjoying the little whine from Jake when you pull your hand away from his cock.

After the lube has warmed up, you lean back down, taking him in your mouth as you press your middle finger gently against his hole. You tease just the tip of your digit past the ring of strong muscles. Your other hand stroking his cock. Jake moans softly above you,

“Color?” you ask Jake, pulling off his cock for a brief moment.

“Green, El. Green,” he responds, voice calm.

Emboldened by his answer you push your finger slowly up inside him up to the second knuckle. The way he moans only gives you some more confidence. Making sure there is enough lube, you push your finger further into him, seeking his prostate.

The moment you find the small rubbery bump with the thin tip of your finger, you know Jake understands how it feels to have your clit sucked. He lets out the deepest, most primal grunt mixed with a moan you've ever heard from him.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, El…yes, there, keep touching me, ugh, there,”

Jake grunts. His breath catches every time you surge up on his prostate with your finger. You slide your mouth back down on him.

Syncing up your finger thrusts into Jake along with each slide of your hand and head up and down his cock.

Above you Jake is losing his mind,

“Fuck, El, not gonna last long..too good,” he pants out.

It only takes a few more repetitions for Jake to come undone, his entire body spasming from head to toe. Jake is lightly thrusting as he falls over the edge. He is speaking but not forming any words you recognize.

“Oh my, fuck, good, so good,” he says, interspersed with grunts and moans.

His release floods your mouth, some spilling out the corner of your mouth. Slowly and gently you slide off Jake's and pull your finger from him, earning a light sigh from him.

He is looking down at you, sated and face filled with love and tenderness that seems out of place with what you just did. He runs his thumb to collect the come that has dribbled down your chin. He swipes his thumb across your lips and your tongue darts out to taste him.

“Damn, El. You're going to kill me if you keep on like that,” he groans and pulls you up to his lap, grabbing your head for a deep kiss.

“How was that, Jake?” you ask, curious about his reaction. He smirks and nuzzles his face into your neck.

“Really fucking good,” he responds, smiling shyly in the skin of your neck.

“I’m glad,” you say, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him on the forehead, mindful to keep your lube covered hand away from Jake and your upholstery. Jake yawns, causing you to yawn.

“Let's head to bed, sweetheart,” Jake offers and you nod in agreement,

“I need to take care of my girl.”

–

“Couldn't we just order this online?” Jake, slightly whines, stepping into the sex shop behind you.

“I think this is the best way to, I don't know..., pick out something that's going in your body. Just think of all the other terrible Amazon purchases you've made. Do I need to remind you of the Tiny Chair Debacle™ ?” you respond.

“To be fair they didn't say it was for a dollhouse,” he counters.

“It was an armchair for ten dollars, Jake,” you remind him.

“Okay, okay, you're right,” Jake concedes and lets his shoulders relax as he follows you deeper into the store towards the toy section.

“Here we go. Which one do you want to take home?” you ask, big smirk on your face. Jake glares at you,

“You're loving this aren't you?”

“Yup, for such a sexual person, you being all bashful when it comes to sex toys is endearing,” you answer, going up on tip toe to to give his mildly grumpy mouth a kiss. He sighs and points to an all black dildo of rather substantial size, asking,

“How about this one?”

Tilting your head and picking up the object, you offer some advice,

“Mm, seems too stiff,” Jake snickers at your word choice, “And a little ambitious for a first time.”

Setting it down you walk down the wall where dildos of all sizes, shapes, and colors are perched on clear plastic shelves, Jake trailing behind you.

You select a slimmer blue model with some give and a slight curve and hand it to Jake. He takes it and considers it.

“This one would be good, reasonable girth, flexible, and it's shaped to hit your prostate.”

Jake stops and looks at you, a smirk on his face,

“You researched this, didn't you?”

“Of course, you didn't think we'd just go into this blind? I want this to be good for you.”

“God, you are such an engineer. And it's really hot,” he places the dildo in your hand, “Yes, let's get this one.”

Quickly you find a harness and some other lubes. A few minutes later you've got an entire pegging starter pack in a bright magenta shopping bag.

When you get home you place the bag on the bed, Jake follows you in and slides up behind you. His hands on your hips, he starts to kiss a line down your neck.

“Can we try it out?” he asks as his hands toy with the hem of your shirt.

“Yes, I'm game,” you reply and Jake pulls your shirt off. Turning around you return the favor and shed Jake's shirt.

“Let's start with a shower,” you suggest. Jake grins and slides his strong hands down your back over your ass and under your thighs pulling you up to him. On instinct you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and your legs around his waist. Jake captures your lips into a deep kiss and walks you both to the bathroom.

“Showoff,” you tease as he sets you down. Jake continues to strip as you start the shower. Your clothes hit the floor as the water warms up. Stepping into the water you hold out your hand for Jake to follow and he does eagerly.

Your arms wrap around Jake and his around you as the warm water envelops you both. He leans down to kiss you and you both sink into the kiss. You slide your arms down Jake’s back massaging the muscles as you trace his lips with your tongue. He sighs and allows your tongue into mouth and his into yours.

You let yourselves get lost in each other's mouth, embrace, and bodies. Hands sliding easily with the water, gently caressing each other.

Knowing just how long your water heater will last, you finally break apart and grab a washcloth. As you pull Jake's body wash off the rack you say,

“Turn around, let me wash you.”

Jake takes a deep breath, turning quickly and slapping his hands on the wall with his legs spread like he's preparing for a cavity search. The gesture pulls a laugh out of you.

Jake turns and looks at you confused.

“Come here,” you say softly, squeezing some body wash on the cloth. He steps back to you as you run the sudsy cloth along his shoulders.

“This is about relaxing you, not just some perfunctory step in the process. Let me take care of you. Just like you take care of me.”

His face loses the tightness it had before as you run the cloth on his chest, enjoying your touch.

When you're satisfied with his chest, you gently place your hand on his shoulder and he turns around.

You reassure him with a hug, even if your face mashes in between his shoulder blades because of your height difference. He sinks back into your embrace, folding his arms over yours.

Starting at his shoulders you swipe the cloth around, making sure to massage each muscle earning you some sighs and groans along the way.

“Feeling good?” you ask, continuing to work your way down his back.

“Yes, El. I should have you do this more often. You have magic hands,” he replies, arching his back to allow you more access to some of his lower back muscles.

“I think that can be arranged,” you reply, sweetly kissing between his shoulder blades. Convinced that Jake is relaxed and close to being putty in your hands, you let the wash cloth slide down the sharp slope of his ass making sure to gently caress the firm muscles with your other hand.

Trailing kisses down his spine you kneel down continuing your worship of his body. You make sure to kiss both dimples on his ass; the thought that you want to leave lipstick marks on them someday flashes in your brain.

You lead with the washcloth and gently swipe across his hole as you drop more kisses on his firm ass. Dropping the washcloth you place both hands symmetrically on each cheek, your thumbs just at the top of his crack. Massaging small circles you slide down his crack, pulling apart his cheeks as your tongue follows the same path.

Stopping just shy of his hole, you ask,

“Color, baby?”

From above you hear Jake's head thunk onto his forearm planted on the tile.

“Green, El. So green,” he pants out. Satisfied with his answer you dart your tongue out to trace the delicate muscles around his hole.

“Fuck, El…feels good,” Jake moans, slightly muffled by his arm.

Slowly and methodically you swirl around him, enjoying the sounds you're pulling out of him.

“More, please, El, more,” he begs and you oblige him and push the point of your tongue into the center.

“El, fuck…,” Jake's words fade as you thrust in and out with your tongue. It's when Jake starts to push back at your face that you know it's time. Settling one last kiss on his ass you stand up.

“Ready for more, baby?” you coo into his ear. He stands upright turning to look at you and catch you in a kiss.

“Fuck me, please El. Fuck me,” he moans into your mouth.

Getting out of the shower, dried, and back to the bedroom is a blur of hands, kisses, and a few giggles as you maneuver down the hall to your bedroom.

When you reach the edge of the bed, you direct Jake to lie down,

“Get comfy. On your back.”

He lays down with his easy grace for a man so large and looks at you in anticipation, the bright magenta shopping bag still on the bed. Flexing his arms to put his hands behind his head he watches your movements as you pull out the dildo, strap, and one of the new lubes. A lube the lady at the store swore by for anal. You lean down to give a quick peck before saying,

“Let me go make sure this is clean and open the lube. Be right back.”

A quick rinse with some soap and water and opening of the lube later you’re back at the bed stepping into the harness, an understated neoprene number in black. (Recommend because it's machine washable, it appealed to your practical side.)

Jake watches you intently as you adjust the straps to your liking and attach the dildo. With the final adjustments completed, a slight look of apprehension crosses Jake's face as he reaches out and touches the dildo and considers its size. Sensing the tension you decide to crack a joke,

“So tell me the truth. Who wore it better?” you ask, grinning and swinging the dildo back forth comically. Jake cracks a grin and laughs.

“Well, I hope I wore it better, but mine’s not blue,” he replies, his patented smirk on his face.

Leaning down to kiss your favorite smile in the all world, you answer back, against his lips,

“Without a doubt you wear it and me better, lie back and let me take care of you.”

He sighs into the kiss and lies back, settling into the pillows, and letting any tension ebb out of his body in one long breath out. You chase his lips down and kneel on the bed, taking your time to drag your lips along his jaw, neck, and chest leaving kisses on your wake. Your hands come up to cup Jake's pecs and gently brush against his nipples with your thumbs.

Looking up at Jake you can see is relaxed, his eyes hazy and watching you worship his body. You meet his gaze and tell him,

“You are so beautiful, Jake.”

He blushes at the comment, but graciously accepts it and cradles your face in a loving gesture. Planting firm kisses down the midline of his abs you slide into place between his legs.

Jake's half hard when you draw him in your mouth, and you enjoy the heady feeling of him plumping up in your mouth as you work down his cock. You slide up and down with your mouth and hands a few times, letting your spit run down to his balls. You leave your hand on his shaft and trail your lips down to his balls, licking them generously.

“Feels good, El,” Jake pants from above. You give each ball one last kiss and lick your tongue across his taint and finally to his hole.

“I'm going to open you up, Jake. Is that okay?” you ask, you've been gently stroking his cock this whole time.

“Yes, El. Green,” he answers. You grab the lube and squeeze a dollop on your fingers and try to warm it up.

“This might be cold,” you warm Jake as you smear the lube on his hole, he starts a little and then relaxes again. Slowly and methodically you start with one finger, not getting deep enough to hit his prostate, a second, and finally a third. You check in at each stage and receive a breathier “Green” each time from Jake.

“Are you ready for my cock, Jake?” you ask as you kneel up, making sure to make eye contact with Jake.

“Jesus, El. Yes, I'm ready for your cock, please fuck me, it's been hours,” he answers more strung out than whiney.

“Roll over on your knees,” you instruct him and he complies. A few pillows are stuffed under his hips and he leans down crossing his forearms and resting his turned head on them. It takes a few adjustments from both of you to find the right height and angle for the mechanics of it all to work. Those details worked out with a few giggles and laughs, you lube up the dildo and place it at his hole.

“Ready? We can always stop,” you reassure him.

“Yes, please, El. I'm aching for it,” he answers. With that all clear you guide the tip of the dildo to his hole with your hand and gently, slowly insert the tip into the tight ring of muscles. It glides in easily, all of the prep worth it. You slide a bit farther and pull back out just a little, testing the waters.

“Fuuuck, fuck that feels good,” Jake practically shouts. He starts to push back at you in an effort to get more of the dildo. You smile to yourself, feeling accomplished as you thrust in. The push and pull repeats itself a few more times and a low moan is pulled from Jake and a frenzied,

“There, fucking there, so good, please more.”

Triumphant you've found his prostate you keep thrusting at the same depth, determined to get Jake to that edge in a new way. Your hands grip hard on his hips, just where his Adonis belt meets his quads, to keep you in place as you pull in and out of him. The rhythm established, you take the time to savor and thoroughly enjoy the vision before you. Jake has lifted up onto his forearms, no doubt to get more leverage to push back. His head oscillates between being thrown back, neck stretched out as he moans, and hanging down as the pleasure overwhelms him. Every time you surge forward he meets you halfway. You let one hand wander to catalog each of the muscles in his back and how they flex and twitch each beat of the rhythm. You can't help but be transfixed watching the dildo, your cock as you've started calling it now, slide in and out of Jake. The absolute ecstasy you're giving him is a heady feeling and ratchets up your arousal, soaking the neoprene of the harness.

“Fuck, Jake, you look so good damn hot, can't believe I'm the one who gets to see you like this, fuck you like this, make you feel so good,” you pant out between each push of your hips.

“So good, El, so fuckin’ good. You fuck me so well,” he responds, the words scattered between each ebb and surge of your bodies.

“Think you can come just like this, Jake?” you ask, knowing your stamina for this position is waning.

“Need more, touch me, please, please,” Jake begs, “Something please.”

“Okay, one sec,” you reply. You pull all the way out on your next beat, earning an anguished moan from Jake, words of confusion tumble out of his mouth,

“No, where? What? El?”

Laying a reassuring kiss at the small of his back and stroking his flank in a soothing manner, you instruct him,

“Flip over.”

He complies with amazing speed as you sweep the pillows off the bed and slide up to meet him. Sweat is beaded up on his face, hair in a dozen different directions, and his eyes are glazed over with pleasure. His cock pulses on his abdomen, a sheen of precum on his abs.

“Hands here,” you direct him, taking his hands in yours and sliding them under his thighs as you lift his legs up for a better angle, “Hold them, right there.”

He complies and lets them bend at the knee. Shuffling the last few inches, you rest the tip of your cock at his hole as you apply more lube.

“Ready?” you ask and are startled by how fast Jake replies.

“Fuck yes, please just get in me, El.”

Happy with that answer you slide in smoothly as deep as you'd been going before, the same feral reaction from Jake when you find that special bundle of nerves.

“Ungh, right…fucking…there, El,” he pants out between thrusts. Satisfied with your rhythm you grab the sides of Jake's waist and hold hard against his prostate on one thrust in and gently massage his prostate with a slight rocking of your hips, Jake's moans change in response.

“Fuck…good…ahhahh…there, ungh.”

You lean down, thankful for all your gymnastics training and twice weekly yoga, because you know Jake is about to lose his mind, and you're more than happy to do it for him. You slide one hand from his waist to the base of his cock to hold it one place and with no warning take Jake's cock as far in your mouth as you can and suck hard. The overwhelming combination of your cock in his ass, your hand jerking at the base of his dick, and your mouth are the explosive elements Jake needs for total liftoff.

Jake's orgasm is a whole body experience, his hand flies down to the back of your head holding it there as he thrusts up into your mouth flooding it with his come, and his ass clenches around the strap on and puts a delicious pressure on your clit. He comes with a loud shout,

“Ohmyfuckin’ god, fuuuuck.”

His release floods your mouth and you can't hold it all in or swallow it and it drips out of your mouth onto his abs.

Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through his body accompanied by another spurt of come. The waves decrease in intensity and Jake falls back to the bed limp, his hand sliding off your head. You take that as your cue to release him from your mouth.

Leaning up, you warn him,

“I'm pulling out, okay?” and he feebly waves a hand in answer. Gently you pull the strap on out and quickly unclip the straps releasing it to the bed.

You climb over Jake, mindful of his oversensitive cock where it rests on his belly in a puddle of come. Sliding up his lax body, you position your knees on either side of his chest and lean up so he has a front row seat of your glistening cunt.

“Fuck, Jake. That was so hot, so fucking sexy. Fucking you got me this wet. Feel,” you pant as your hand slides to give your clit some relief. Jake is mesmerized by your frenzied movements on your clit and brings his hand up to offer you two fingers to fuck yourself on. They slide in easily with how turned on you are, it takes a few pumps of his thick fingers and tight circles around your clit to fall over the edge, a gush of your slick coating Jake's hand and arm as you clench on his fingers.

“I'm coming,” you shriek as your pent up arousal bursts forth. Unable to hold yourself up you lean forward planting a hand in the pillow next to Jake's head. Under you Jake groans as you clench on his fingers as each wave hits you. The pleasure ebbs as Jake pulls his hand from you and both are left panting gazing into each other's eyes. A few moments of silence and you both crack a giddy smile.

“Wow,” you say, at a loss for more eloquent words.

“Wow,” he repeats, making you both laugh. Rolling to Jake's side, you lie on your back catching your breath. When you look over, Jake is lying peacefully, eyes closed and a wide smile on face.

“I'll be right back,” you tell him and slide off the bed, he nods lazily. You head to the bathroom for thorough hand washing and tooth brush before grabbing a bottle of water and some dark chocolate squares.

Back in the bedroom, you sit on the bed and brush Jake's shoulder gently, he stirs looking up at you in a way that can only be described as “dreamy”.

“Here, sit up. I got some water and chocolate for you. Drink and eat this while I get the shower going.”

He sits up and leans against the headboard and takes the water and chocolate from your hands. You give him a quick kiss on the forehead before you grab the strap to bring to the bathroom.

As you let the water heat up, you disassemble the strap, throwing the harness in the dirty laundry and washing the dildo off with a gentle soap per the directions. Those tasks completed you go and gather Jake, he has dutifully drank the water and eaten the chocolate.

He follows you when you take him by the hand to the bathroom and settles on the bench in the shower. You pull down his shampoo and tilt him forward to get his hair wet. Standing in front of him you lather his hair, making sure to comb your nails through Jake's hair in the way that he likes. Jake leans his head against your stomach and wraps his arms around your back. You grab the hand sprayer to rinse Jake's hair so you don't have to break this embrace and closeness. Rinsed and just luxuriating in the water you hook a gentle finger under Jake's chin to direct his gaze to you. Satisfied his gorgeous green eyes are meeting yours you ask, softly,

“How do you feel, Jake?”

He smiles in response and pulls you down to straddle his lap, in a gesture that clocks as intimate rather than physical.

“Really fucking good. I liked it, well loved it, obviously, it was different in a way I didn't know my body could do. But I think the part I enjoyed most was just how focused you were on taking care of me. It made me feel…,” he pauses, a bashful look creeps onto his face,

“Incredibly loved.”

Your face softens and you surge forth to give him a reassuring kiss,

“You are incredibly loved, by me. Everything I give back to you is a reflection of the love you give me, Jake. I love you so fucking much, it takes my breath away sometimes. I always want you to feel our love.”

A brilliant smile blooms on his face as he kisses the side of your neck in a sweet gesture.

“Thank you, El. I love you so much too,” he replies, trailing his lips up to meet yours for a kiss. It's sweet and followed up by a few playful pecks. You and Jake sit wrapped up in each other, the sound of the water soothing as you lean your foreheads together soaking up the warmth and intimacy of the moment.

You startle slightly when Jake breaks the silence,

“I didn't know you were that flexible,” he says.

The thought that Jake was surprised by your flexibility makes you laugh, bright and loud, it echoes around the shower.

You lean back to look Jake in the eyes.

“Really, Jake? Think of all the ways you've fucked me like a pretzel,” you say, eyebrow raised. A dirty montage floats through Jake's brain, bringing an equally dirty smile to his face, as you say the next thing,

“I'm not a former gymnast who does twice weekly yoga for nothing.”

He laughs and tilts head in agreement, a mischievous look appears in his eyes, one you know well.

“Just think of what we could do with yoga three times a week, sweetheart,” he says, signature smirk in place.

“Jake!”

–

Of course I couldn't write these two disgustingly in love people doing something as intense as pegging as a quick ficlet. No, we HAVE to know why they're fucking and all those gooey emotions with it. Hope you enjoyed it.

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I Can Bring You In Hot

Summary: Maxwell is Din's latest bounty but in an attempt to ensure his freedom he's willing to offer the Mandalorian anything.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Maxwell Lord Rating: Explicit | Word count: 2616

Warnings: Oral sex, face fucking, facial, Dom/sub elements, Din's helmet stays on, light bondage

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. This was a request from @boliv-jenta as part of my 200 Follower Celebration. Divider by @saradika-graphics

"Please wait! I'll do anything you want, just let me go."

Din frowned under his helmet at the cowering man before him and sighed. Jobs had been slim on the ground for a while, and this one was barely going to cover the cost of his fuel. Usually he preferred to stick to the Outer Rim, but some rash young group of bounty hunters had snatched up all the local jobs by the time he'd gotten back to Nevarro last week. So it had been this, or a trip to Balmorra and Din really didn't want to be that close to the Core.

So here he was on Ord Mantell in the Mid Rim chasing some 'businessman' who ran out of his investors. Maxwell Lord had apparently been the toast of Coruscant just after the Empire fell, but three years on it didn't look like things were working out for him.

"Please." Maxwell repeated. "I just need another week or so, and I'll be able to pay them. Then the bounty will be called off. Please. I'll do whatever you want."

Din snorted. They all said that. This man probably could never imagine how many times Din had heard that over his career as a bounty hunter. 

"I can bring you in warm, or I can-"

"Please!" Maxwell cut him off, getting shakily to his feet from the spot he'd dropped to his knees to the moment Din appeared in his office. "I can't pay, I need the money to settle this debt, but there are other things I could do."

"Such as?"

"I can compensate you for your trip here." Maxwell gestured over to his terminal. "Refuel your ship, for example. I know the bounty on me isn't that high. To be honest, that's why I was so surprised someone took it. My investors, well, I think they put it out to scare me into getting their money."

Every instinct was telling Din to just grab this guy and take his payment. He would get his credits, be able to refuel... and then what? Damn it! Maxwell was right. The bounty was half what he'd usually consider taking. Most of his pay would go on fuel, with barely anything left over for food or to hand to the Covert. 

"I'm listening." The words were out of his mouth before the rest of Din's brain could engage.

"Good!" Maxwell smiled brightly at him. "Well, yes, I can refuel your ship and... and... if you let me go..." Maxwell trailed off, diverting his eyes from Din as he thought.

"You're going to have to do better than just fuel." Din shook his head. "Something much better."

Maxwell swallowed hard, nodding as his eyes rested on Din. For a few moments, he just stared, and the Mandalorian could feel the other man analyzing him. Those dark chocolate eyes were filled with worry, but there was an intelligence behind them that Din rarely got to see with his usual quarry. Finally, Maxwell straightened himself, brushing a few errant hairs from his forehead before looking Din directly in the visor.

"If you let me go, I promise to not only refuel your ship, but I will make any dream you have come true."

"Make my dr-" Din shook his head, almost laughing. "What?"

"You must have wishes, dreams, desires." Maxwell gestured to Din. "I've heard Mandalorian's have high libidos. Surely you have needs that require fulfilling."

This was a new one. Usually when trying to get away from him his bounties would offer Din credits but this definitely new.

"And what if my dreams are not to your taste?" Din cocked his head. He was intrigued now. If Maxwell was truly offering sex in return for freedom, Din wanted to see just how far the other man was willing to take it.

But to his surprise Maxwell laughed, not a dismissive one aimed at Din, but a soft surprised chuckle.

"I assure you my tastes are quite broad, Mandalorian. If you promise to let me go tomorrow morning, you can do whatever you want to me tonight."

He should have said no and placed the businessman in carbonite. He should have done his job, gotten his measly credits and taken the reputation merits with the Guild. But instead, Din let out a long sigh. 

"Deal."

The room Maxwell led him into was much more modestly decorated than Din would have expected. When studying him to learn where he might be, Maxwell had given Din the impression of a brash extrovert. The other man wore well tailored suits with bejeweled cuff links and large gold rings that screamed for attention.

His ads on the holonet were all smooth talking pitches aimed at making the viewer feel as though he were talking directly to them, all the while appealing to as broad an audience as possible. Some called him a con-man, but Din was sure Maxwell would have preferred holo-personality. The type of person who thrives in that environment of influencing others. But this room had Din second guessing his assessment.

While it was a large suite, with huge bed and plush furniture, it was by no means extravagant. Din had seen how some bounties spent their credits and the type of gilded facade that passed for wealth. This was understated, classy even. 

"Welcome." Maxwell spread his arms after throwing his suit jacket over the back of a chair. "I'd say relax and make yourself at home, although I doubt you'll be taking any of your armor off."

"No." Din turned back to face Maxwell, who simply nodded with apparent understanding.

"In that case," he swallowed hard, "what would you like me to do?"

In the short walk here from the office, Din had found Maxwell in his mind had been running through every fantasy he'd ever had. Some were immediately off the table. Either involving Din removing more clothes than he was comfortable with or requiring a level of intimacy that was part and parcel of the dream. 

Finally, he'd settled on something he'd always wanted to try but had never had the guts to ask for. With partners he knew Din wasn't sure how to bring up the subject, and when paying for sex he preferred to keep things simple. But with Maxwell, well, Din had the opportunity to really push things both for himself and the charismatic businessman.

"Take your clothes off."  Din's command was brief and to the point as he set his rifle down on a table close to the door. Never taking his eyes off Maxwell, Din's cock twitched to life as the other man didn't hesitate and began efficiently removing his clothing. 

With each layer more sun-kissed skin was revealed and Din started to marvel at the differences between them. By necessity Din tried to keep himself in good shape, not bulging with muscles like some of his brothers back at the Covert but toned at least, but Maxwell was beautifully soft. 

Thick, full thighs, a small round belly and a pair of tantalizingly grabbable tits were all bared for Din. Finally, as Maxwell pulled down his underwear, Din’s eyes locked onto the other man’s erection jutting out from under the slight swell of his stomach. He was much smaller than Din, but thick, with a heavy set of balls that swung as he kicked his underwear away to the side.

Din’s legs moved of their own accord and he began circling Maxwell, who to his credit stood proudly nude and erect for Din to appraise. As he reached Maxwell’s back, Din reached out and firmly pushed the other man’s shoulder down. Maxwell understood immediately and bend forward, planting his feet further apart to steady himself as he gave Din a better view of his ass.

Gently pulling Maxwell’s cheeks apart, Din could see a flushed pink ring of muscle and as ran a finger to teased at the flesh, Din smiled as Maxwell’s hole briefly gaped. He could hear a short intake of breath as Maxwell showed off for him, and Din instinctually knew the Maxwell must have a dildo he used on a regular basis. Slapping Maxwell’s ass, Din glanced back towards the bed. Perhaps he’d make Maxwell ride it for Din later, make the businessman put on a show for him with his favorite toy.

“Hands behind your back.” Din unclipped his cuffs from his belt and waited for Maxwell to obey.

After a slight hesitation, Maxwell shifted, positioning his hands behind his back, letting out a quiet whine as Din secured them with the cuffs. Then, with another firm hand on his shoulder Din helped lower Maxwell onto his knees.

Walking back over to the table where he’d left his rifle, Din quickly and efficiently removed his bandolier, explosive charges and any weapons he had on him. The last thing he needed during this was an accident and he was confident Maxwell wasn’t going to try anything stupid. After removing his vambraces and gloves Din returned to Maxwell, who had remained on his knees, his short, fat cock dripping onto the tiles between his knees.

Striding over, Din planted himself in front of the submissive Maxwell watching as the other man raised his head to look up at him. It was time. Now or never for Din to play out this fantasy or call it off and carry Maxwell back to the Crest as he was. Last chance to turn back.

Tugging open the fly of his jumpsuit, Din took in a slow steady breath as he pulled out his achingly hard cock. From his seat on the floor, Maxwell beamed up him, licking his lips as he waited for his instructions.

“You bite, you die.” Din growled, grabbing a fist full of Maxwell’s hair.

“I would never.” Maxwell sounded genuinely offended before leaning forward to gently suckle on the fat tip of Din’s cock.

He’d always wanted to try this and as Din watched Maxwell expertly work his length into his mouth he had to admit it felt better than he’d ever imagined. There was a certain amount of trust needed for oral sex and it pained Din that he’d never been in the position before to either give or receive. But here he was watching his bounty swirl his tongue around the head of his dick, each lap and flick of the other man’s tongue sending spikes of desire through him.

Din let out a long moan as Maxwell began tracing the vein along the underside of his shaft before returning to the head, teasing at his slit for entrance. Looking up at Din through long dark eyelashes, Maxwell parted his lips and began to work Din’s full length into his mouth, saliva running out of the corners as he opened wide enough for Din’s girth. As each inch disappeared into Maxwell’s hot wet mouth, Din’s skin prickled with arousal as he fought the urge to close his eyes. As much as he wanted to give into the bliss, he wanted to watch, to see Maxwell’s beautifully flushed face take his cock, to savor this moment.

Without the use of his hands, Din could tell Maxwell was struggling slightly. Obvious used to using mouth and hands in tandem, Din had stopped him from employing his usual techniques, but he was slowly adapting. After working along the shaft a few times, Din could feel as Maxwell flattened his tongue and finally took Din to the back of his mouth. As Maxwell’s nose nestled in Din’s unruly bush, the Mandalorian marvelled as he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of Maxwell’s throat. 

The burning wetness closing around him, enveloping his cock was almost overwhelming and Din’s head swam with heavy fog. Holding himself there for a few seconds, Maxwell spluttered slightly and withdrew, leaving Din slick with drool as he returned to gently suck and teasing on the fat cockhead. 

“Can you take more?” Din growled, tightening his grip on Maxwell’s hair and watching as the other man’s eyes flickered up to him.

“You want to fuck my face?”

“Yes.”

“I can take it.”

That was all Din needed as he pushed his length back into Maxwell’s throat, firmly and steadily, until the other man’s lips were stretched taut around the base. Slowly at first, Din began to move his hips, testing Maxwell’s limits as he used the other man’s mouth. Looking up at him, Maxwell was adjusting his breathing, sending puffs of hot air against Din’s exposed skin as beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. 

“You’ve done this before.” Din teased, bringing his other hand up to grip Maxwell’s head fully. Maxwell responded with a wink and hummed around Din’s cock, making Din curse and buck his hips.

Shifting his feet further apart to steady himself, Din took a deep breath as he began to quicken his pace. The fire inside him was a roaring inferno now, and Din was not accustomed to ignoring it. Usually quickly seeing to himself in his bunk, Din was used to rapid bursts of pleasure, sprints not marathons, and this entire encounter with Maxwell was quickly undoing him. 

Each thrust into Maxwell’s waiting throat sent powerful thrums of pleasure coursing through him. Each time he hit the back of Maxwell’s throat, Din blinked away the dizzying urge to cum. His cock throbbed inside Maxwell, who gazed up at Din with lust blown eyes, urging him on, begging for more.

Din’s balls swung against Maxwell’s chin as the pace increased. Frantic, save for the briefest of pauses to allow the businessman to catch his breath, before pondering his mouth once more. Maxwell’s eyes watered, yet still he stared up at Din’s visor, as each blink sent tears cascading down his cheeks. 

The sound of the outside world melted away. There was nothing else now except the wet gagging sounds of Maxwell choking on Din’s cock as the Mandalorian hungrily fucked his face. Then with a vibrating whine, Din watch Maxwell pinch his eyes shut and felt the other man shudder. Peering down past his own length, Din could see Maxwell’s own untouched cock twitch as it shot bursts of cum onto the floor.

Din felt the tension inside him snap. Pulling roughly out of Maxwell’s mouth, leaving a long trail of connecting saliva, Din was just in time to stop himself from cumming down Maxwell’s throat. Instead, Din grunted and moaned as he began to paint the other man’s face with his seed. Rope after rope covered Maxwell’s beautifully disheveled features as Din spilled himself in hot spurts that landed and ran together.

Stepped back on trembling legs, Din panted as he took in the scene before him, the heady rush of his climax ebbing away and allowing him to fully appreciate his actions. A small puddle of cum sat between Maxwell’s legs, as his small dick soften and retreated, while Maxwell himself sat back to rest on his kneels panting heavily. His face was covered in cum and drool, dripping from onto his chest as the businessman gasped for air. Slowly, Maxwell reopened his eyes, searching the space in front of him until he found Din’s visor. 

“Face fucking and a facial.” Maxwell’s chest heaved as he blinked at Din. “Hard, fast and filthy. Was it everything you wanted?”

“I’m not through with you yet.” Din ran a finger through the sticky release covering Maxwell’s face before offering it to him to suck. As Maxwell suckled on the digit, swaying slightly with a playful smile on his face. “You look so perfect on your knees, ready for me to use.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Maxwell grinned. “What’s next?”

[daydreamgoddess14]

Salvation pt. 3

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Roy Kent / Reader - general rating for now... set to increase 😏

Meet the woman who stole Roy Kent's watch... We finally get to some Roy x Reader deep conversation and messy history... This one is ALL OF THE ANGST guys! But the reward in part 4.... whooooo boy! The spoils (🔥) are coming lads, fear not!

This also helpfully covers one of the prompts from my 200 Followers Celebration 🎉! From a lovely Anon who requested Roy and "I won't let anything bad happen to you".

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You pick Sammy up. It’s an excuse really to see Nia, your mother/sister/best friend stand in of the last few years. Even if she is practically the same age. If Sammy’s the one who gave you a job and some semblance of financial security, Nia’s the one who recognised the dark hole you were in and lowered down the ladder to you. You hadn’t realised how close you could feel with someone in only three years, but she’d become your ‘person’ almost immediately.

“Darling, morning.”

“Hey, how’re you feeling?”

“Like my ribs have become a xylophone.” You grimace at that. The human body is a magnificent and terrifying thing. When she’d shown you in her baby book how her organs shifted to make space for her growing baby, you’d declared auntie duty would be just fine, thanks. There would be no babies moving your organs around. 

“Nice. Brought you breakfast.” You pass her a bag of pastries. “Is he ready yet?”

“Nearly. Must have changed either his tie or his turban about four times trying to find the perfect combination,” you both roll your eyes and laugh at his commitment to the flawless matching pair. You both knew the answer already - 

“Blue floral.” You confirm together with a nod.

“The fabric is just beautiful. I do feel sorry for the poor bugger who has to make a matching tie for every turban though.” You muse, knowing it’s his mother in law who takes up that mantle.

“I know, right? And he complains that I buy too many books? I think not, pal.” She sniggers.

“You show him who’s boss. Cos if you don’t, then a certain someone else will.” You point at her growing belly. 

“Come on, Sam. You’re going to be late!” She shouts up the stairs. “Dinner tonight?” She asks you, she knows you might need company after the day ahead of you. You’ve disclosed a lot more of your past to her than Sam so she’s already up to speed on the last few days. You nod gratefully. “You’ll be fine. You need to talk to him though, apologise properly - explain what was going on back then.”

“I know. I will.” You hug her tightly and pester Sam out of the door.

Rebecca Welton is a gracious host. Warm, welcoming… you knew the lies the tabloids liked to spread so you knew the whole ‘cold, old Rebecca’ name tag was a load of crap.

“So, I think if it suits you both, I’ll have a cup of tea with Sam and we can get caught up while I get Roy to give you a tour and then we can arrange some smaller interviews with key staff and players?” Sam is beside himself,

“Sounds perfect Ms. Welton.”

“Yep, I’d love a tour.” You accept with a tight smile. 

“Wonderful! Here’s Roy now,” he steps through the open door and is clearly not expecting to see you.

“Thought we had reporters coming?” He grunts.

“We do, Sammy’s here from the Gazette. This is his… apprentice?” Rebecca tells him, “Something like that.” Sam laughs. You take a deep breath before holding your hand out,

“Nice to meet you again.”

“Hmm.” His warm hand engulfs yours and shakes it. The feel of his skin against yours is enough to trigger memories through your brain at top speed - his hand in yours, his hands on your face, your legs, in your hair. You snatch your hand away. “Come on, tour.” You follow him down the stairs and through mazes of rooms, “ticket office, finance,” then out into a wide corridor, “hall of fame.” You stop to look at the collection of memorabilia, making your way slowly past each piece and reading the accompanying cards. You stop fully at the couple of shelves dedicated to him, fingertips resting lightly on the glass. He clears his throat and you follow him deeper into the building. “Locker room, physio, boot room.” He pauses at the boot room. More memories come flooding back. “Remember when we -”

“Yeahhh,” you breathed, “I remember every single time.” You turn away to avoid his gaze.

“We were good together?”

“The best.” You reply quietly, a little sadness creeping in. He pushes the door open and holds it for you to follow. You sit shoulder to shoulder on the bench, both looking straight ahead.

“How have you been?” He asks quietly.

“Better recently. You?”

“Well no one has stolen my fucking watch lately.” He bumps you slightly, there’s the barest hint of amusement in his voice that you latch onto.

“They haven’t tried hard enough then,” you reply with a wry smile. He lets out a breathy laugh that he can’t quite disguise as anything else.

“I wish I could be more fucking angry with you than I am.”

“You have every right to be angry with me. I fucked up. I’ve been angry with myself for as long as I can remember.”

“You really fucked up. I just can’t understand why. I’ve spent this whole time trying to understand why. Because we were good together.”

“I know.” You agree, again. You were good together. You’ve been single since the day you walked out on him, haven’t even kissed anyone else in all that time. He’s the one you think of when you’re alone - he’s the only one you need to think of when you can’t sleep and you let your memories guide your hand down your body. These are obviously things you can’t say aloud, illicit memories you shouldn’t lean on but do. You sigh, he’s so expectant beside you, “How are you so… calm?” you wonder aloud. 

“Therapy,” he mutters with a short laugh.

“Shit, really?”

“Yeah, you?”

“No. Not sure if I’m ready for that yet.”

“Much as I hate to admit it, it helps.”

“Do you remember when you were angling for an invite to Christmas at my mums?” You ask, he frowns a little at the sudden change of subject. You feel him nod next to you.

“That’s when it started, that’s when you started to pull away. I never met any of your family.”

“My brother. You never met him, I never wanted you to meet him. He was there… he’s an addict. He has been for a really long time and we’ve tried everything to help him, everything. He told me that he was in some money trouble with some blokes he brought off. I didn’t have much but I gave him everything I had saved. Then he needed more. And more, and more and I just didn’t know where I was going to get it from, or how to help him. I took the watch, changed my phone number and left.” You pause for a minute to take stock of what you’ve said, you can tell he wants to ask questions but he waits patiently instead. “He was a fucking mess. I made him tell me who he owed and went to see them on my own, told them I’d pay them back myself if they never went near him again. Worked about three jobs, moved back in with mum so I wouldn’t have to pay rent as well, and spent the next year and a half paying them back. I worked 18 hour days, 7 days a week. I literally kept back, like, a tenner a week for myself. I kept a record of how much I paid and when. When we were done I told them so and told them to never come near us again.”

“And?”

“They still turn up occasionally to try and get more out of me, they claim it’s interest.”

“And your brother?”

“We sent him to my uncle’s house up in the North West, he’s been there ever since but he’s clean now. Too scared to come home though.” Roy is quiet for the longest time.

“He must have owed…”

“About 130k. Maybe a bit more than that. I was pretty fucking knackered. I was doing early mornings 4-8am at Maccys, then 8.30-5 with Sammy at the paper and then bar shifts til about 10 or 11 pm most nights. Sam saved me, let me get an hour's kip at lunchtime, and brought extra food every day for me to share with him.”

“Fuuuuuck.” He slumps where he’s sat next to you.

“There is something else.” He looks over in disbelief. You reach into your bag, pull out a sleek, matt black box and put it in his hands. 

“Fuck off?” He slides open the box to find his Rolex, in pristine condition - still ticking. “Fuck off.”

“I went to hand it over to them and… I couldn’t. I didn’t want them to have something of yours. I didn’t want to know that I’d done that, sunk that low.” Your voice gets even smaller, “they tried to suggest other methods of payment but…” you feel his shoulders tense, see his fists ball tightly in his lap, “I told them to give me a couple of months and see that I was good for the money, and if I ever missed a payment then we’d have that conversation.” He wants to know if you ever had the conversation, you can feel it in the air between you both,

“You never have to justify yourself to me.” He says firmly.

“I didn’t do it. Never missed a payment. Had to borrow a bit from Sam occasionally when I fell short, but I was never going to have that conversation with them. Never.” The air feels weighty with the tension, like it's risen up from your shoulders where it’s weighed you down for the last three years and is now hovering around you both. You’re amazed you got through it without tears. It’s been so easy to fall into the trap of feeling sorry for yourself over the years and wallow in the self pity of it all. Roy on the other hand is still visibly tense, his knuckles white. You tentatively reach your hand across to cover his, using your fingers to unball his hands.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sounds worse than he had when he asked the same question a few days ago. His voice is hoarse and tight,

“I couldn’t let them know about you. They’d have ruined you. I had to protect you.”

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I would never have let anything happen to you. We could have sorted it together.” You turn to face him, bringing your other hand to his cheek,

“No love, it was never your problem to fix.”

“If all of this was over eighteen months ago -”

“Don’t ask me why I didn’t come back, Roy. It’s never really over, I couldn’t bring this shit to your doorstep and these dickheads just turn up whenever they think they might get a bit of extra cash out of me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I’m sorry I took your watch and I’m sorry I walked out on us.” You can hear voices in the corridor outside, your times up and now you both have to be the epitome of professionalism while Roy is interviewed. “I’ll get Sam to interview the team and other staff first, give you some time.”

“What about you?”

“I’ve been living with this for three years, I’m tougher than I look. Besides, I’ve got some happy memories of this place,” you admit, looking around the familiar boot room. “I had the best sex of my life in this very room.” He lets out a low laugh, shaking his head. “I would never expect you to forgive me, Roy, but I truly thank you for giving me the chance to explain.” You pat his hand gently and leave a cool space beside him when you slip through the door to meet up with Sam and Rebecca.

~~~~~~

[dervampireprince]

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Moments of love

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 1170 words.

Summary: Some of Steve and you're reconciliations at certain times.

Warnings: Little angst.

A/N: This is my gift to @there-goes-thefighter​  Bri’s 200 (almost) Follower Celebration with prompt #12:

"Moments of reconciliation.”

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You sighed. Steve was twenty minutes late. You would wait for him for ten more minutes, or else you would leave. It wasn't the first time he was late because of something stupid he did.

Five minutes later, Bucky arrived, and you sighed again. That only meant one thing, and you were definitely not happy. You knew Steve wasn't going to make it.

"Now what did Steve do?" you asked, annoyed.

"Well...

"Now who did he fight with?"

"With a guy who was bothering a lady at the bus stop, but he asked me to give this to you," Bucky said as he stretched out his arm to give you the bouquet Steve had bought for you.

"You know what, forget it," you said as you turned to walk away.

About three hours later, your doorbell rang, and when you opened it, you were surprised to see Steve.

"What are you doing here?" you asked.

"I came to apologize; I must have missed our appointment." Steve kept looking at the floor; he knew he had done the same thing several times, and he would also understand any decision you made.

"Come in," you said as you stepped aside for him to enter.

He handed you a letter; after you read it, you accepted his apology; he promised it would be the last time that happened, and you ended up kissing.

"Steve, I told you I was only looking at the car, not at Howie or whatever his name is," you repeated for the fifth time. Although you couldn't deny that you liked to see your husband jealous,

"By the way, I finally did it," Steve said suddenly.

"What did you do?" You were confused; one moment you were talking about "flying" cars, and now you didn't know what he meant.

"I was accepted into the army," he finally confessed.

"Steve, we had agreed on something," you said, "and if he went, it would be impossible for them to survive with the expenses you had."

"You have nothing to worry about; you're going with me."

Steve always promised you that he would never abandon you. You didn't agree with the serum and so on, but you were still together; however, you couldn't deny that you were afraid of what could happen because you had heard so many stories. Your biggest fear was that you could not return home together. He was the love of your life.

Steve took your face between his hands while you were kissing, and that kiss was very different from all the others he had given you; he felt very sad as if it were the last one you would give each other.

"Steve, don't you dare," you asked; you knew it was what he wanted to do. If only he would let you go with him, at least maybe you would be together until the end.

However, he did not listen to you and went up to that ship, where the enemy was.

You ran to the control tower; you needed to locate him and know where he was. As soon as he could answer the transmission, it was not very clear what he was saying; there was too much interference, although it seemed to you that you could hear what he wanted to tell you despite the bad communication.

And for the first time, you knew that there would be no reconciliation; everything seemed to indicate that your husband would not return; you did not know what you were supposed to do now; you had entered the program because of him; you had known each other all your lives.

"I can't believe what he says, Steve; my Steve died on that ship to stop the Red Skull," your voice faltered, still reeling from your ordeal, let alone what Nick Fury had just told you.

The last words Steve had said to you—no, the fragments of the words—the communication was so choppy, you couldn't get it out of your head.

After Nick explained a few other things to you, you were finally able to go to him. He looked puzzled, and you felt that way too when you woke up.

"Steve!" You threw yourself into his arms, and he caught you.

You had missed him so much that all you wanted was for it not to be a dream.

Hours later, you entered the apartment where you lived. Although you had not yet learned how to use all the electronics, Fury thought it was time for you to begin to enter this era by yourself. Of course, that would not prevent you from helping Steve; you have always helped each other.

"They told me that the building where we lived was demolished, so we were left without a home, but S.H.I.E.L.D. gave me this apartment to live in; I don't think there's any problem if we stay together," you explained as you entered.

Although it seemed very minimalist, you knew he would help you make it look more like a home—maybe not the one you had before the army, but one that was special to both of you.

"I'm sorry," Steve said suddenly.

"You didn't do anything wrong," you replied, not understanding what he meant.

"I left you alone and..."

Then you understood what he meant; although you were not angry, you had never been angry about what he did; you had only felt lonely and sad because you thought his fate had been fateful.

"It's okay, Steve; you don't have to worry; you didn't want me to get hurt," you interrupted him with a smile.

You kept telling him what had happened after his disappearance until everything became hazy and blurry, then when you were discovered, and what had happened up until that morning.

"There's something I don't understand," Steve lamented.

"What?"

"How come you're here?" They told me, "It's been a long time, you know."

"That's right, Steve, I don't understand it either; things are still very confusing, but now that we're together, we can survive all of this."

"Together, like we always have."

You nodded. Nothing was going to separate them.

"We have a lot of anniversaries to celebrate," you reminded him.

"We could go to that coffee shop where I asked you to marry me," he proposed.

"It won't be possible, honey, because they closed it a long time ago; now there is a different store."

"No problem, we'll figure it out; now explain to me what that strange rectangular thing is," Steve said, pointing to the laptop.

"It's a computer; I still don't understand how to use it, but we can watch movies on it."

"On that little thing?" Steve sounded very surprised; he had never thought of anything like that. What happened to movie theatres?

"Movie theatres still exist; people go, but you can also watch them as many times as you want without having to go; it doesn't matter what era the movies are; you just find them."

Steve took your hand.

[rancidpancakebatter]

Another Way to Fly-[P.P.] | Chapter Two

Pairing: TASM!college!Peter Parker x female!college!reader

Summary: You've been dating Harry Osborne for three years. You love him...but maybe not as much as you once did. Maybe not enough.

AU Where Norman isn’t as sick- he’s just an asshole- and Gwen doesn’t go to Oxford. Harry is functioning as an apprentice at Oscorp (He graduated with a master's in two years because of his studying abroad). You, Peter, and Gwen are all seniors at ESU. Because Peter isn't Spider-Man and Norman isn’t dying, the whole “Goblin” thing is scratched from the record, so Peter and Harry are besties.

Prompt: Based on an ask for my 200 Follower celebration

Word Count: 4.2k

Content Warnings: Swearing, Implications of sex

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A/N: Hey guys! This chapter is a little bit of filler. I'm trying to paint what a relationship with Harry looks like and it's a little hard because I've never put much thought into that. I've read some fics to see what the consensus is and also done my own theorizing. That's right, I'm doing fuckin' research for this fic. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

“This was lovely dear. You’re an amazing cook,” Norman said with something you think might be close to a genuine smile. 

“Yeah, it was delicious, honey,” Harry quickly tacks on. 

You smile and thank them, then continue to internally pout. This compliment (and unwelcomed pet name) came after about an hour of Norman’s “concern” for his son’s health. He announced that, in seven months, Oscorp would be hosting a marathon for veterans. What exactly he was helping the veterans with went unanswered. Is it to cover medical expenses, a rally to advocate for their mental health? No one knew. 

You assume he just thinks the promotion will look good and didn’t think much more of it. Either way, all these heavy carbs weren’t good for Harry, and he needs to start training so he can participate. And you need to make better food for his son. Harry, of course, never showed interest in running it, but he will because Norman told him to. 

Norman finally stands from the table, and you silently cheer. He’s leaving, fucking finally. You had decided not to mention that you had made a dessert because:

 A) It had gluten in it. 

And 

B) You didn’t want his stay to last any longer than absolutely necessary. 

You and Harry walked him to the door as he put on his coat and told you, “We’ll have to do this again.” Harry politely agreed, and you remained silent, conserving your energy to keep up the plastic smile that was starting to hurt your cheeks. 

When the elevator doors closed, and he was finally gone, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. Your hands flew to your head, trying to nurse the headache you felt building. You take another deep breath and see Harry just standing there, as if waiting to see if Norman will return. You imagine he did that for most of his life. Standing at doors and waiting for Norman to walk through them. 

Your heartbreak quickly leads to anger. Yet another reason Norman Osborn should be dead in a ditch somewhere, instead of ruining your life and evening. 

You take off your heels, eyes still trained on Harry. You were standing in the doorway waiting, just as he was. But you weren’t sure why. You didn’t know what you wanted Harry to do, but you wanted him to do something. Anything. 

It had maybe only been thirty seconds, but it felt like aeons spent in this foyer. You feel irritated. By all of this. Everything. You turn on your heels with a puff. Your hands move to let down your hair. The clip is discarded on the dining room table as you loosen your hair and pad across the kitchen floor. 

You reach for the tray of tarts and pull out the bowl of whipped cream. You leaned against the counter as you grab a pastry, dipping it in the cream and bringing it to your lips. Not all is ruined. 

The tart berries stain your lips, and the sugar melts in your mouth. You feel a little better. Despite his best efforts, Norman can’t ruin everything. These tarts were saved from his brutality. A piece of your evening was salvageable. 

You hear Harry’s shoes clacking against the hardwood. Their stiff professionalism reverberating against the high vaulted ceilings and stainless steel appliances. He turns the corner and closes his eyes taking a deep breath. When his eyes open, they land on you, and a small, tired smile grows across his face. 

He untucks his shirt and trudges over to you. His hands loosely wrap around your waist as he leans in to steal a quick kiss. His tongue swipes across your lip, catching the gram cracker crumbs and nectar. He leans back with a delighted moan.

“This is delicious, babe.”

You give him a tight smile and nod in agreement. He lays a kiss on the corner of your mouth, and you raise your now-empty hands to his shoulders, keeping him from getting much closer. He follows your gentle directions, and you push away from the counter to grab your wine glass. 

Your back is turned as you uncork the bottle on the counter. The merlot gurgles happily as it flows from bottle to cup. As your glass fills, you feel a hand gently resting on your ass as Hare comes closer. He kisses your shoulder before reaching above you to grab a glass for himself. 

His nose is buried in the crook of your neck as you fill the glass. His lips stick to your skin with each sweet kiss. Your nerves are too shot to enjoy it though. Usually, this would be comforting. Maybe it would have been if you had gotten the night-in you had planned, but now it felt overwhelming. 

You twisted around in this grasp, pushing his hand away from your ass as you passed him the glass. He smiles at you and goes to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, but you dodge it with a planned sip from your glass. 

Harry releases a heavy sigh before setting his drink back on the counter. His hands go for your waist but then redirect to the countertop, thinking better of it. 

His face pulled into a concerted pout, “What’s wrong? Why can’t I touch you?”

You bring your hand up to rub your face and groan when you feel your forgotten makeup smearing against your palm. You present it to him as an answer to his question. 

“Got it.” He nods his head in understanding, “Bad day.”

You stand from the counter, and Harry retracts his arms so you can go to the sink. You use the dish soap to scrub off the tacky black streak on your hand, telling yourself you’ll moisturise the cracking skin later. You flicked your hands dry in the basin and turn to grab a hand rag. Harry was already standing there with a fluffy towel laid out across his open palms and a sympathetic smile. 

“I’m sorry, babe.” A small smile creeps onto your face as you let him pat your hands dry. He wraps them in the towel and presses the heap of cotton to his chest. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

His kindness is a twinkle of fairy dust over your heart. Golden glitter gently drifting down and warming your soul. You take a relaxing sigh, pushing all of the negativity out of you. Your eyes land on Harry as you walk yourself closer. 

“I just want to enjoy the rest of my evening,” you say with a warm smile. 

Harry’s smile grows in time with yours. 

“You do?” He asks with an almost childlike giddiness. 

It makes you giggle, and now his smile splits his face. He takes the towel from your hands and tosses it on the counter. He then returns his hands to yours, laid flat against his steady thrumming chest. 

“Well, in that case,” he says, dropping his hands to your waist. “You should relax.”

“I should?” You ask with a playful smile. 

“Mh-hm,” he hums “and I know just what you need?”

He briefly squeezes your sides, tickling you as he steps closer- chest to chest. 

“I think,” he says, eyes wandering and licking his lips, “We should get you out of this uncomfortable dress.”

He punctuates the statement with a kiss to your shoulder as a delicate finger slowly brushes the thin strap down your arm. His kisses trail close to your throat, and you crane your neck to give him better access. 

“You looked so much more comfortable before, when I first came home. Wearing nothing but my shirt and that set I can’t resist.”

He whispered the words onto your skin, and it left you shuddering. 

“I think you should unwind,” he pulled your hips against him in a teasing grind that provided no real satisfaction, only the promise of feeling more of Harry. “And let me take care of you.”

One of his hands drifted lower, fingers skating around your skirt. You bite your lip in anticipation. 

“And then I think we run a bath. And you can vent about your bad day,” his palm now rests against your bare hip, where his thumb rubs circles above the band of your panties. “Or we can talk about the good parts of your day. And I can tell you about mine. And we can catch up.”

He dips his forehead down, and you rest yours against it. 

You hum, “That sounds nice, Hare.”

He pulls his head away to look into your eyes. He doesn’t say or do anything for a moment. Then his other hand joins your bare flesh, and he smiles, pulling you forward a bit. You have to tilt your head to see him now. He smiles down at you with rascality gleaming in his perfectly whitened teeth. 

“You haven’t even heard the best part yet.” He says. 

Your eyes practically sparkle with the pure, curious desire to know what “the best part” is. Harry chuckles at your excitement and leans down to whisper in your ear again. 

“Dessert and wine get to be enjoyed in the bubble bath.”

You clap in glee. He was right; that was the best part. 

“Does that sound good to you?”

You nod your head yes, as you tip your chin up, pressing your lips together. You feel Hare’s grip on your hips tighten, fingers gravitating towards the silk bows on your lace. 

“You know,” you say, pulling away, out of reach, “I’m still wearing the same set.”

Harry closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. The irises you’re met with now are swirling tides with pupils blown. He looks like a starved man. 

His lips crash onto yours, and his tongue is quick to dart out. You open your lips for him as his hands travel up your sides to cup your boobs. You moan into the kiss, arching your chest into him. It turns hungry and passionate, and your hands run from his chest to his blonde locks. He bends down slightly and grabs at the back of your thighs. You jump, and he quickly turns to set you on the counter, where you continue your heavy petting for a bit longer. 

The next morning, you wake to the feeling of soft lips pressed against your neck and hands roaming against your hips under the sheets. Your eyelids are heavy, and you can feel the sun coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, the warm rays soaking into your skin and warming your bones. Harry’s nose is tracing patterns on the side of your face. 

“Hey, pretty lady.” He punctuates the statement with a kiss on your cheek. You groan turning away, not quite ready to accept that you are now awake. Harry chuckles, his hands giving you a little squeeze as he places another kiss on your shoulder. “I hate to tell you, but you have class today.”

You groan again, this time much louder and into the authentic down pillow propping up your head. Your boyfriend offers his sympathies, though you don’t miss the amusement tainting his words. 

But then his hands are gone. He’s rising and stretching, throwing the blankets off of himself, and in turn you. The AC is blasting, and you feel goosebumps erupt across your flesh. You curl up into a ball while Harry steps into the shower. 

You decide you might as well get up now that the bed is no longer comfy. The realisation that you’re naked dawns on you, and an odd discomfort pulls at you. You quickly put on some panties and Harry’s crumpled dress shirt from the night before. It feels a little better. 

The bathroom is your first stop, then brushing your teeth and washing your face. Harry bought you a jade roller and a little mini fridge for serums you didn’t fully understand. He mentioned something about preventing wrinkles, but to be honest, that’s never something you were worried about. It didn’t occur to you, at twenty-one, that smile lines were a bad thing. But Harry gets sad when you don’t use them. 

As you roll the slimy insides of a yellow capsule across your face, Harry steps out of the shower. His towel hangs low as he walks by you. A sharp smack is delivered to your ass, and you startle. You look at him in the reflection and see his smirk as he walks away. You roll your eyes, take a deep breath, and relax your shoulders as you continue your now twenty-minute beauty routine, so you can move on to your forty-five-minute makeup routine. Your gaze holds a fiery scrutiny as you carefully apply each swipe of mascara, and your hand is more than heavy as you blend your bronzer and blush. 

Some days it’s nice to do your makeup, but sometimes it feels more like a chore, like the laundry or dishes. It’s just something you have to do to get on with the rest of your day. You almost think about skipping it, but appearances are important. You’re dating an Osborn, and with that came certain expectations, like looking nice and polished at every moment. It meant keeping a mild temper and a clean home. But for Harry, you didn’t mind doing it. 

Once you decided your makeup wouldn’t look any better by staring at it, you left the bathroom, ready to avoid your reflection for the rest of the day. When you stepped back into your room, Harry wasn’t there. He was probably planning breakfast, already dressed and ready for the day. On the bed was an outfit he laid out for you. 

He picked a mini houndstooth pencil skirt, a plunging sweetheart-neck top, and a blazer. There are some strappy heels on the floor and some jewellery laid out as well. You run your hands over the fabric, and already, you feel like you can’t breathe. Everything is tight and constricting, but you know Harry just thinks you look pretty. He loves the way your hips sway, how your legs look longer with the heels and the skirt, and how perky your boobs look in this shirt specifically. 

You put it on and look in the mirror. You twist and spin to see yourself from all angles, and you have to admit, you look great. But you also feel like you look terrible. You can feel how expensive these clothes are, and you feel like a fraud. You also feel uncomfortable. Like if you breathe too much, your stomach will expand and ruin the silhouette. That if you slouch, or sit, or move too much, it will immediately look trashy. You huff, knowing you can’t get through four and a half hours of lectures like this. 

Harry is looking out the window with a cup of coffee when you eventually come down the stairs. He turns to you with a smile, but it falls as he looks you over. You wring your hands, anxious for his response. 

“Did you not like what I picked out?” He asks with a slight pout. 

He was always careful to never show too much emotion. Something he learned in his years of modern aristocracy. Emotions could be contorted. An ill-timed smile or frown could completely destroy your reputation, which was essential to keeping your wealth. This frown could be sadness but also anger. And you hated the idea that you might have upset him. 

You hadn’t completely abandoned his outfit. You added tights and switched out the heels for some Converse. You kept the skirt and shirt but layered it with a sweater vest. You recited the excuse you had practised upstairs. 

“No, it was great! Just a little too dressy for class. But I did add this.” You flit across the floor, excited to show him the pendent on your neck. A simple gold chain with an ‘H’ hanging from it. Harry reaches forward to roll it between his fingers, and a small smile stretches across his face. “I got it Sunday. I just haven’t gotten a chance to show you yet.”

Harry taps the nail of his thumb against it a few times before asking, “Who made it?”

“Bvlgari.”

You hated the way the name fell so easily from your lips. To be completely honest, you would have rather gone to Target, or even Joanne’s to get the supplies to make it yourself. But Harry would be embarrassed to have his girl walking around in costume jewellery- in fake gold. So you went somewhere you knew he would approve of. 

His smile warmed as he let the necklace fall back into place and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “I love it.”

You said your goodbyes and headed to the elevator. When the doors opened again, you stepped into the lobby that you would feel weird saying is familiar to you now.

The chandeliers twinkle in the warm light. The ceilings are so high you wonder how they manage to dust anything. The tiled floors always gleamed enough for you to see your reflection in its odd geometric pattern. Wooden accents could be found around the room- bannisters, the bases of columns, the help desk, doorframes, etc.- were always polished. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a speck of dirt in the place, but also, you’ve never seen the cleaners. It made you better to think it was the work of elves than poor immigrants working terrible hours. 

As you made your way to the doors, a greying man in a long emerald suit jacket, complete with epaulettes, and a wide smile removed his pilot hat with gold gilding and tucked it under his arm. He reached a gloved hand towards the handle, sweeping his other hand in front of him to usher you forward. 

“Thank you, Paddy.”

The man’s smile remained wide, “Of course, Ms (L/n). Off to class?”

Paddy was one of your favourite people. He was so kind and sweet. You had never had a doorman before, but you imagined Paddy was one of a kind. He would help you with groceries and he always gave you a heads-up if Norman arrived before you did. You liked talking to him, and he would tell you all the “hot goss” in the building, though always with very formal language and odd phrases you guess is common to the average Brit.

“Yes, and I’ve told you, please call me (Y/n).”

You have been trying to get Paddy to be less formal with you for about two years now, but he refused.

“You know I won’t Ms (L/n), but I’m glad to hear it. You are our future. You’re close to graduating, no?”

Paddy stepped out onto the street to hail a cab as you continued the conversation.

“Yes, actually, this is my last year. But I’m planning on getting my master's next, then maybe a doctorate, so still lots of school in the future."

Paddy chuckled, “I look forward to calling you Dr (L/n).”

You laughed, telling him you’d never let him get away with it. He only laughed again, bidding you farewell and being sure to emphasize your last name as he opened the car door for you.

You didn’t always take a cab to campus. You took the subway from your apartment, but Harry didn’t like the idea of you alone with “all those weirdos.” You enjoyed the walk though, so you opted to have the cab take you as far as the nearest stop. That way you could still get a bit of a walk in, allowing you to stop and get some coffee and feel a little bit of normalcy. You had to admit it was nice to not have to walk in the cold. 

This December has been one of the coldest you could remember. The city looked grey between the cloudy skies and the sludge that was once white snow crowding around the gutters. The people passed you by in the windows, bundled up in scarves and hats. You couldn’t remember the last time you had worn anything more than a light jacket. Harry had a personal driver, and there was really never a need. There wasn’t much waiting in your life anymore. Every trip was direct and expedient. 

You stopped in at Cafè Luna, and upon seeing your face, a barista you knew as Shelby immediately started making your drink. You order a breakfast sandwich as well, not quite having enough time this morning to both make breakfast and get your daily latte. 

Shelby gave you your order after swiping Harry’s card and warned you that she had made your latte extra hot to fight off the cold. You thanked her, being sure to leave a tenner in the tip jar as you walked out. After a bit, you reached the crosswalk that would take you to campus. Your phone buzzed, and you precariously balanced your sandwich and your latte in one hand while digging through your bag for it. 

Peter: Did you listen to it yet?

You scrolled up on the screen to see he had sent you a link to an album from your shared favourite band: Dog Water. They were a local punk band that you both knew one day would blow up, but for now, you loved seeing them perform in dive bars and back alleys. 

You heard the melodic beep of the crosswalk sign that alerted you to cross the street. As you took steps forward, you dug for your headphones in your bag. Usually, you pulled them out in the cab, but you were distracted by the hustle and bustle of the city. As your hands searched your bag, you felt your fingers brush against the headband, but your walking jostled the tote, and they slipped further into the depths of the canvas. You huffed slightly, taking your eyes away from the street and digging your hand in deeper. 

Finally, you grabbed them and pulled them out when you heard a voice growing louder. You looked up to see a man in a suit and a long trenchcoat walking right at you while holding a seemingly heated conversation on the phone. 

“No, you listen here! I don’t care if-”

You didn’t see him in time to prevent the inevitable. He pushed past you, checked your shoulder and your latte was pushed directly into your chest, and your sandwich, with only three bites taken out of it, fell apart on the pavement. You shouted as the steamed milk and hot coffee splashed across your chest, the skin already scorched. You were frozen for a moment before you began running towards the nearest building on campus. 

You hiked up the front steps, trotted through the halls, and flung open the bathroom door. You threw your bag on the counter and immediately ripped off your sweater. You can see the redness on your throat and chest. You grab paper towels and run some cold water on them to try and soothe your skin and get off all the sticky syrup. Luckily it didn’t stain your shirt underneath due to the deep, sweetheart neckline. That’s one thing to be grateful for. 

You look at your sweater: the light blue now stained with brown splotches. And also the huge spot running down the whole front. You helplessly wipe at it, but the cashmere is too absorbent. In a huff, you throw the paper towel down on the counter. There’s no way you’re getting that out. Your best hope is a dry cleaner, though you know your second favourite sweater is probably done for- a truly devastating thought- but there’s nothing to be done about it now. 

You gather yourself, folding it up and putting it in your bag. You look at yourself in the mirror and you feel incomplete without your sweater, but again, there’s nothing to be done about it now. And you need to get to class. 

First up is Eastern Literature, a lecture that you’re not super excited about now. You hoped that today you wouldn’t be asked to discuss the reading and instead quizzed on it. Your professor liked to switch it up; that way, students had to be prepared to know the reading deeply, and you couldn’t just rely on adding commentary to others’ analyses. 

Then you have Gender Woman Studies. It’s a fun elective taught by a Non-Binary person who is also a therapist and currently writing a book about kinks in the black community and how they are differently stigmatized. They were cool as fuck, and you loved listening to them and the discussions that would evolve from the topics presented. 

Then you had Forensic Anthropology with the one and only Peter Parker. He needed another Humanities credit and you needed a science, so you both decided it was worth it. You were pleasantly surprised with the course matter, as it interested both of you in different ways. Peter was always more focused on the science parts, while you were exceptional with the theories and their impacts. Together, you guys wrote the best papers in the class, bar none. 

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[everestica]

hey!! so i saw your song event thing (i have no idea what to call it lmao) and decided to req!!

the songs called "paper crown" by alec benjamin and the lyrics are

"when all she is, when all she wants, when all she finds

when all she is and ever was is comprimised

cause theres no one to love her when you build your walls too high"

so i was thinking that this would go with either malleus or riddle (twst) but you dont have to!!

take your time!! thank you

'*•.¸♡ Riddle and Malleus x Reader: 200 Follower Event!♡¸.•*'

➳ Reader is Described as being in the same situation as Yuu, but not is not described as yuu. Reader is a first year in both the stories!<3

➳ Warnings: Angst <3

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

It was your first time visiting your best friend, Caters, dorm. You had heard some safe to say less than ideal things about the Housewarden of Heartslabyul, but at this point you were hoping that he wasn’t as bad as people made him seem. You stood next to the entrance into the Dorm standing behind Cater as this was technically his “terf” and you were nothing but an outsider to this. He chuckled a little bit before leading you into the dorm and around to the outside where you could see a bunch of people standing along a really long table, you question Cater about this but he just left you with that fact that it was an “Unbirthday Party” which left you more confused then when you walked into this area. He waved to the others around the table while still dragging you behind him to said others. That’s when he pulled you out from behind you to introduce you to the others, you learned that the two first years were Ace and Deuce, and two second years where Cater(which you already knew) and Trey, and then the only third year, also known as the Housewarden, Riddle. Not even gonna lie you were a little nervous at first as he was so prim and proper sitting at the table unlike the rest of them who weren't allowed to sit down yet, suddenly when you turned to look for Cater, or your comfort in this situation, he was nowhere to be found, so now you were all alone. It was kinda your fault for getting to know the only guy that would leave a socially anxious person for a good selfie. While you were trying to figure out what to do without the selfie taking master, Riddle walked over to your worried figure, you weren’t facing towards where he was sitting when he had come up. Suddenly from behind you you heard somebody clear their throat, you turned around and were faced with the Housewarden. To say you were scared was an understatement, you immediately apologized for not noticing him sooner, which he was a little surprised about as normally he had a hard time even getting his first years to do anything let alone apologize for something that really didn’t need to be apologized for. He laughed a little bit before saying that it was okay, and that you had no reason to apologize as he had just walked up anyway. The two of you talked for a little before he looked up at the sun before saying he must excuse himself to start the Unbirthday party and that you were welcome to join in the celebration, and only because you started to get closer to him did you say yes, it was normally very rare for you to be seen outside your dorm besides in class, or maybe in the library looking for a way home.

“When all she is, when all she wants, when all she finds, when all she is and ever was is compromised.”

That’s when Cater and Trey came out of the rose garden and came to sit down, just then there was a cry and the two first years came out of the Rose Maze with there looks all messed up before Cater got up and asked them what happened and that’s when they had explained that they were going to go take care of the flamingos like Riddle had asked but they didn’t wear pink when they were doing it and the flamingos were less than pleased about this, and so was Riddle. He looked like he was about to explode with how red his face was, and that’s when everything that you had just worked on with Riddle went to ashes. He started screaming at the boys about how they had already talked about this before and that they should know better before collaring them, once you saw this whole time go down, you were terrified and you now knew why you didn’t ever leave your dorm, people were horrible. Before Riddle could say anything you rushed out of the dorm with tears in your eyes. That’s when both Cater and Riddle looked at your running and crying figure, Riddle wanted to go after you but something stopped him as soon as he got up. So he let the second year chase after you instead. Cater returned a little later saying that you just needed time, he had a smile on his face but on the inside he just didn’t want Riddle to know that after all of that you were scared of him. Through the next couple days in school Riddle tried to talk to you on multiple occasions but alas, had no luck. He knew this was because he yelled at the two first years, even though it was normal to everybody in Heartslabyul, he should have remembered that you weren’t in Heartslabyul and that you didn’t have all these rules, and the yelling. He was really upset knowing this but decided that it was better if he had just slept on it instead and come up with another way tomorrow to say he was sorry, too bad he couldn’t sleep and didn’t see for a long time after that. The only time he ever saw you was around Cater and he only wished that was him you were with instead.. The walls that you had formed around you and Cater had closed again..

“Cause There’s No One to Love Her When You Build Your Walls Too High.”

You had heard the name Malleus ever since you had started to come to Night Raven, normally things about how powerful he was, his title, and his retainers that he had. Even though you had heard all these things about this man, its very unlikely that anybody has actually seen him, only spreading around things that others have heard or said, so you decided to think nothing of it. People were gonna talk no matter what dimension you were in, you learned that pretty fast. It was the end of the day and instead of heading back to your dorm like most students you went to the library in search of something that might give a clue on how to get you home. When you entered there weren't too many people but still you weren’t gonna take the chance and be around them so you started to search in the section that might have had a clue that was also the farthest away from the couple people. Soon after looking on every shelf and reading every book title you found one that looked promising so you found a table closest to where you were searching and sat down, opening the book and starting to read it. Normally most people wouldn't come to the back as there was nothing really back there that a student would need to read, so when you heard footsteps heading to where you were sitting it was a little confusing, that’s when you looked up from you book and saw the exact description of what the people who were talking about the Diasomnia Housewarden would look like. You made a quick squeak as you were being noticed by Malleus and tried to hide in your book, which unfortunately, didn’t work. You could tell because he let out a little chuckle before coming up to your table and taking the seat across from you, you slowly peaked out from behind the book where the 3rd year that you had just was now sitting right in front of you. Before you could hide back down in your book, he had asked you if you had seen a boy with silver hair, most likely asleep somewhere. You were a little confused but answered by shaking your head. The smile he just had dropped into a frown now, while he looked around the library and then getting up, he apologized for disturbing you and was about to leave before you got up and asked in a shy tone if maybe you could help him look. He looked a little shocked because normally people were scared of him, not wanting to look for the sleeping second year with him. He smiled back at you and briefly agreed and walked out of the library with you on his tail. You eventually caught up and questioned why he was looking for somebody that was sleeping and that’s when he explained about Silver, and how he had a sleeping curse. You “mhm” a couple times at what he was saying as a way for him to know that you were listening even if you weren’t the most talkative person.

“When all she is, when all she wants, when all she finds, when all she is and ever was is compromised.”

Eventually the two of you saw somebody laying next to a tree with his head resting on the tree roots and another group of around 3 boys standing next to the one resting. You looked up at Malleus and he looked a little confused at first before continuing to walk over to the group. From a little bit away you could hear them making fun of who you assumed was Silver, because most normal people couldn’t just fall asleep on a tree like that. You looked back at The 3rd year and now after hearing all those things the other boys said about Silver he was pissed. So he marched his way up to the group of boys and he started threatening them in one of the scariest tones you had ever heard, at this point Silver had woken up and immediately went to stop Malleus. A prince can’t threaten people! So while Silver went to stop Malleus, you with tears and being scared ran all the way back to your dorm. Through the next couple days the 4 main members of Diasomnia kept coming over to your dorm asking you to either hear Malleus out, or if it was Malleus then for him to apologize, but after a couple days of failures, they realized how scared you actually were of him. You weren't really sure why but for weeks and weeks after that it did nothing but rain and thunder..

“Cause There’s No One to Love Her When You Build Your Walls Too High.”

[ccuurriioossiittyy]

Chapter 468: home to another one (cool)

Sunday, February 11, 2024

Ida, Alexia, Bella and myself walked into this random, small, hole-in-the wall bar in the West Village. It looked unassuming on the outside, you would miss it if you didn't know it was there, but when we walked in and went through a long hallway and to the security guard, we were surrounded by people.

Every dude in here was a unit, over 200 lbs., but all fit, built athletes. The Islanders stood out like sore thumbs, just in their height, and build, and their attitude. Even I felt intimidated here, even though I was richer and probably more famous than most of them.

There was the classic bottle blondes, who followed around these hockey boys, and other girls with massive lips, tits, and BBLs. These boys ran with the exact type of crowds that I expected them too. All of them dressed to the nines in these tight dresses.

Ida, Alexia, Bella and I all went for a more casual approach. I was wearing baggy, low rise jeans, with a tight cropped, ribbed tank top, with a pair of silver pointy heels and a mini Gucci bag, my make-up was simple and my hair was blown out. My motto was - I am hot because I am hot - not because of what I worse.

"Where's John?" I yelled walking through a crowd of people, back over my shoulder to Alexia.

"He said he's in the back," she answered looking down at her phone.

People cleared the way, as Bella and I led the pack, and notably Bella and I both wearing heels made us well over six-feet tall, and given our stature and especially Bella's notoriety, we were getting a few head turns.

I tried to look straight ahead and chew my gum, keeping my head up tall and avoided making eye contact or looking too closely at anyone. I did not want to see Griffen or notice him, I just wanted it to happen naturally. If I was looking for him and found him, I'd be looking over my shoulder all night.

The spirits were good, but not great. Which Alexia pointed out, she had been to these things before and since they lost tonight they were not celebrating the way they would if it were a win.

Finally, we saw John sitting at a booth in the back of the bar, with a few big hockey players, and some smaller guys who I easily presumed to be John's friends.

"Here she is!" He called when Alexia walked over, her heels clacking on the ground as she excitedly walked over to him.

* * *

John, Alexia, and I went over to the bar to get a drink.

"Fuck Meg, I thought you'd be gone by now!" Laughed John into my ear, as Alexia stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders.

"Where?!" I laughed, "out of New York?"

"Yeah!" He exclaimed.

"Probably going to be here until next fall! So you haven't gotten rid of me just yet," I teased elbowing him.

"And thank fuck for that!" Laughed Alexia resting her head on his shoulder.

I blew Lex a kiss and she caught it, and we both laughed. John ordered us all tequila sodas, and then offered for us to go outside and smoke a joint so I followed him out.

We stood in the alley, where a few other people were also smoking or chatting, and I could see people walking by, on the sidewalks, enjoying a mild February night in New York. I was happy to be here.

"You're gonna love the New York summer," said Alexia, inhaling the joint as John just watched her with stars in his eyes, "Hamptons weekends, nights on rooftops having drinks, boat days," she exhaled. "You're never going to want to leave."

"It's true, we never really leave the city in the summer," agreed John.

"I'm excited to kinda be staying put until I head back to Canada, that's for sure," I said taking the joint from Alexia.

I heard the door to the door open, and some deep voices and then three, large, men walked out and my heart stopped and I immediately looked away. Griffen. I needed to act busy and play it cool.

"Do either of you guys have places in the Hamptons?" I asked, looking at them, when I heard the laughter.

"Nice of you to fucking show up!" Laughed one of the men who exited the building.

Alexia, John and I all looked over and I held the joint in my hands as they all laughed walking over to John and they dabbed him up. They all murmered some things, I was drunk and trying not to pay attention, but then the guys came over and started hugging Alexia, and she introduced me.

"Guys this is my friend Meg!" She exclaimed, holding her arm open to me. "Meg, this if Matt, Griffen, and Ilya."

"Hi," I said as shook all of their hands and just tried to play it cool.

"What are you guys doing out here?" Asked Ilya, in a thick Russian accent.

"Smoking, genius," said Alexia, so sarcastically as she took the joint from me, and John just laughed shaking his head.

I looked at Griffen, just to see how sexy he was up close, and he was already looking at me.

Something about his smoulder intimidated me, and I just had to look away quickly, and then look to my otherside to make it seem casual.

I wanted to talk to him, but I was nervous and did not know what to say. Especially in a group of poeple.

He was even sexier in person, his jawline was insane, and he was a bit pale but it made his green eyes pop out so much. He had full lips, and dark brown hair that was just so thick, glossy and lucious. He was tall, and built, and just so sexy. Genuinely he was so sexy.

I remembered seeing him the other night, all bloody, and to know he had that aggressive side to him just made me very wet.

"Sorry you guys didn't do too well tonight," said Alexia, pulling a lighter out of her purse to re-light the joint.

"Yeah, well," sighed Griffen.

"We won against Tampa the other night, so who gives a fuck," shrugged Matt.

"We fucking smoked them," laughed Griffen.

"Ya, because you couldn't share the fucking puck," laughed Illya, taking a cigarette out from behind his ear. "Can I borrow your lighter?" He asked Alexia.

"Mhm," she said handing it to him and held out the joint to the boys.

"No, thanks," said Matt.

Griffen held out his hand, "don't mind if I do," he said, as I watched him take the joint.

"Dude!" Laughed Matt, "come on."

"I don't give a fuck, what are they gonna do? Kick me off the team? Suspend me for a game?" Laughed Griffen, rolling his eyes and taking a hit.

Of course, they would get drug tested.

"Patty can't do fucking shit to me," he muttered with the joint between his mouth, and then he exhaled. "And I couldn't share the puck because fucking Hedman wanted to kill me, and I wanted to show that fuck he couldn't pass me. We won, who gives a fuck," he said taking the joint out of his mouth.

"Isn't he lovely?" Teased Ilya, to me and Alexia who just laughed.

"Well we might have won by eight points if you didn't get fucking slobbered out there and get kicked out," laughed Matt.

Griffen then held the joint toward me, raising an eyebrow and I took it and he smiled at me as I inhaled it.

"Who are you guys facing next?" Asked John.

"Seattle," said Matt.

"Home or away?" I asked.

"Home," said Ilya.

"You guys gonna come?" Asked Griffen.

"Maybe," shrugged Alexia.

"Gotta ask Ida," I joked and everyone chuckled with me, and I passed the joint to John.

"Ida is the plug," agreed John.

"You act like you haven't know me the past seven years!" Laughed Matt.

"Then get me fucking tickets bro!" Laughed John.

"Barzal's fucking useless," laughed Griffen, "I'll get you guys tickets, wherever you want."

"Get me in the commentator's box, get me up there," teased Alexia.

She was very mono-toned and was honestly a bit of a bitch. She was cold, and had a dry sense of humour and men were scared of her. I could see why. But she was so loyal and such a joy to be around and just had confident bad-bitch aura. She was what I aspired to be.

"I can!" Laughed Griffen.

The joint was done and Alexia dropped it on the ground and stepped on it.

"I need a line now," she exhaled quietly so only I could hear, and I just laughed. "Well, we will let you boys catch up, we'll head back inside," she said, taking me by the hand.

"Lovely meeting you all," I said, getting dragged inside by Alexia, I looked over my shoulder and Griffen was watching me get dragged away and I smiled at him and he smiled back.

* * *

Alexia and I did our business in the washroom, laughed, re-did our lip gloss and she asked me what I thought about Griffen. I was straight up and told her how sexy he was.

"He comes across as a dick, and he is, but he is a pretty funny guy," she said as we walked out of the doors and she was rubbing her nose.

"He's confident-"

"He's cocky," she corrected, "but hey, like, so am I," and I laughed. "You're laughing because you agree!"

Right as we were walking out, the boys were walking in and Alexia and John made eye-contact and we went to the bar, except only Griffen joined, and Ilya and Matt disappeared into the crowd.

"What do you guys want?" Yelled Griffen over the music.

"Tequila soda," I said.

"Same," agreed Alexia.

Griffen bought as all drinks, we cheersed, chatted the four of us but I wanted to get Griffen on my own. John grabbed Alexia by the hips and pulled her into a hug, and I leaned against the bar and looked at Griffen.

He was looking away at the crowd, and he took a sip of his Corona. He brought his beer to his mouth and I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

He was just so cool. He was so sexy. He looked like he could be a model.

But I was at loss of words, I didn't know what to say.

But fuck, God had a good day when he made him.

"You know," Griffen said, looking at me, "this party, this bar event is for me and my team and I know maybe 20 people here."

"It's always how these things are, though? Aren't they?" I said.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"And you know what, I'm here, and you don't know me," I started, and he looked over at me and smiled, "so maybe there are some good things about not knowing everyone around."

"That is true," he agreed. "How did Alexia even drag you here tonight?"

"It's a weekend," I shrugged, "we actually went with Ida?" I asked checking if he knew her.

"Yeah, everyone knows Ida," he smiled. "That's a good thing by the way!" He added and we both chuckled.

"But yeah, we went with Ida to your game last night, went out after and wanted another fun night, John told us about this, and here we are," I shrugged, acting as if I didn't plan everything down to this exact moment.

"Ah, you saw my game," he nodded. "So you saw me get kicked out," he smiled.

"I saw someone get kicked out," I corrected.

"Paid no attention to me?" He smirked.

"There was a lot going on," I shrugged, proud that I was finally able to play it cool.

"Hm, we'll have to change that then," he said, turning his head to look out back at the crowd.

"Oh, will we?" I laughed, raising my eyebrow and turning to face him entirely, leaning my body against the bar, as I held my cold drink in my hand.

"Yeah," he nodded, not looking at me. "You'll see."

"Mhm," I nodded, not sure if this was his way of ending a conversation.

"Wanna go sit down? I think I see a free table over there," he said pointing to across the bar.

"Yeah, sure," I said.

I followed him to the table and made eye contact on separate occasions with Ida, Bella, Alexia, and John. They all raised their eyebrows, smirked, and made it known they were watching.

We sat down in the bar, I took the booth and he took the chair and he leaned across the table from me.

"So where on earth are you from?"

"Canada," I said playing with the straw in my drink.

"Me too," he nodded.

"Where?"

"Aurora," he said. "You?"

"Toronto."

"Ahh, a city girl... That checks out," he smirked.

"Does it?" I smirked back.

"Yup," he nodded.

"Well you seem exactly like some showtime, small town hockey boy who made it big," I said sarcastically.

He laughed, shaking his head, I had to dish it back to him.

"I think I've got a bit more going for me than that."

"Like what?"

"The world quite literally revolves around me," he shrugged.

"Oh my God," I laughed shaking my head.

I could not believe this guy, nor how inflated his ego is. But fuck, he was so sure of himself. Normally, I would have hated that but right now he was giving me everything he needed.

Daniel acted so grandeur, but deep down he was so humble, but knew how great he was... Griffen on the other hand, quite literally thought he was the shit. He thought he was God's gift to this earth.

"Anyway," he said smiling, and shalshing his quite literally perfect smile at me. His teeth were so white and I noticed his bottom teeth were a bit crooked. I liked it.

"Anyway," I nodded.

"How'd you end up in New York?"

"I'm a little back and forth. Between New York and LA mostly, then Toronto for holidays and the summer," I nodded.

"Okay," he said. "Not a bad roster of places to live."

"Not bad at all, most of my work really is in New York or Europe so it makes sense," I replied.

"I'm surprised I've never really seen you around here before," he said.

"I've only really been here full time for a for a few months," I shrugged taking a sip of my drink.

"But still, I can't believe we've never been in the same place before."

"Maybe we have and you have just never noticed," I shrugged cheekily, knowing what his response would be.

"I would have noticed," he said raising his eyebrows.

I blushed and felt my body get hot.

"You should come see me play sometime," he said.

"Are you good?"

"Pretty good," he smiled.

"Score goals?"

"A few," he nodded slowly.

Now he was being modest.

"Well maybe I will then, you'd have to put on a show."

"I will do my best. Come to my game Tuesday," he said in such a matter of fact tone.

"Who says I'm free?"

"You will be free." He said again, so serious. "I'll take you out after."

"Maybe, we'll see," I shrugged, being purposely coy.

We ended up just chatting a bit more. He summered in Muskoka too (I pretended this was news to me), went back and forth from Canada to New York when he could. We didn't get deep, very surface level stuff, but it was nice to just flirt. It was fun. More fun than I had had in awhile.

We spent the majority of the night together, and before I knew it it was nearly four in the morning and him and I were pressed against a wall nothing but our glasses of champagne in our hands keeping us apart.

"You are a cheeky girl," he mumbled into my ear and I smiled.

"Ha," I smirked.

"God, and we have so much in common," he muttered, putting his hand on my waist and drawing circles.

"Like what?" I laughed. He was stretching.

"Muskoka, Canada, being sexy," he shrugged, his warm breath still against my breath.

"The odds of that are pretty high." I smirked, leaning back with my head against the wall so I could see him.

"Okay, let's try something a bit more taboo then?" He suggested tilting his head.

"Let's hear it."

"Have you ever been to Africa?"

"Mhm," I nodded.

"Me too," he agreed and then he bit his lip. "We should have sex."

My jaw literally dropped and I laughed, and he smiled a little bit.

But he was dead serious.

"Oh," I said.

He pressed his lips together and shrugged one shoulder.

"Well what if I've lied? What if I have never been to Africa?" I asked, trying to keep it light.

I was just taken back at how forward he was.

"Then that's just another thing we have in common," he smirked with half a smile.

I mean I was down, I was probably going to sleep with him anyway. But I was just shocked at how forward it was. Clearly he had used this line before, and clearly it had worked.

"Alright," I nodded. "So, let's get out of here then."

He finished his champagne, I did the same, and he took me by the hand and led me out as his was on his phone. I quickly texted Ida, Bella, and Alexia to let them know what was happening and then I put my phone in my purse.

We waited outside the bar on the street, and Griffen took me into a small alleyway while we waited for his car and he kissed me, grabbing my ass and sliding his tongue right into my mouth as he groaned.

The whole Uber ride, out of the city and back to his house in Dumbo, he was grabbing me, making out with me, telling me how sexy I was.

I was in heaven. I fucking was obsessed with this man.

[daydreamgoddess14]

Patience

Luke Alvez / Penelope Garcia

Garvez Masterlist

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My first Garvez fic! I hope I've found their voices... I've spent a long time in a Ted Lasso hole so this is my first venture out of that security blanket.... This is in response to a prompt from my 200 followers celebration which came from the lovely @darcyfangirlsfrequently who requested "I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did" & "when you fall, I'll always be right there to catch you"... Let's get to it, hope you like it! 💜

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It was a late night by the time everyone had filtered off home. They’d stayed as long as possible to enjoy being in each other's company again. Dave doted on them all, happy to be back with them. Once the ladies had squeezed onto the small sofa together with Tara’s long legs draped across the others, Will migrated to join Dave and Luke in the kitchenette.

“S’good to get this back.” He gestured with his glass,

“Family.” Luke nodded. 

“Well I hope we don’t get separated like that again.” Dave said a little louder, hoping Emily would overhear.

“Let’s see what the next few weeks bring, Agent Rossi,” she warned with a smile, “no promises.”

“But Pen, you’re coming back for real, right?” Tara asked.

“We’ll see guys, I need to think about it. Not sure I’m ready to let all that…. Ughh into my brain again.”

“Hmmm, I hear you on that.” JJ agreed, tucking her head into the crook of Penelope’s shoulder. At some point, Will managed to extract her from the sofa and to the front door, both of them dishing out hugs, kisses and I love yous as they left. Tara followed soon after, sharing an Uber with Emily.

“How is it that even with fewer people, the goodbyes take longer?” Emily laughed, pulling Dave into ‘just one more’ hug. When they’d gone, Dave insisted on washing up the last few glasses while Penelope split the last of the wine into hers and Luke’s glasses. As he left, he held Penelope’s face between his hands,

“I missed you,” she told him softly.

“I know sweetheart, I’m coming back slowly.” He tells her, his voice thick with emotion.

“Good, because my life is incomplete without a David Rossi in it.” She hugged him tight before letting him move on to Luke, stepping away to wipe a stray tear away. Dave patted Luke’s cheek gently, muttering something she couldn’t hear, and hugged him. As the door closed softly, she handed Luke his glass. “I swear, we are not splitting up again. My heart can’t take it.”

“You gotta come back then.” He tells her lightly, “we can’t do it without you.”

“You managed just fine,” she brushed him off. He laughs sharply.

“We so did not. We were a mess without you.”

“I’m not sure I can do it, Luke. It’s… too much. No one should see the things we’ve seen.” She points out. He knows she’s right.

“It’s about balance. Like I said, you saved lives - you can’t just dismiss that. I get that it’s hard, but when you fall, I'll always be right there to catch you.”

“We get through it together.” She reasoned, harking back to his previous rallying support. 

“We get through it together.” He repeats, clinking her glass with his own.

“I still can’t believe you know that Emily Dickinson quote.” She scoffs.

“Hey! Ever the tone of surprise with you.” He chuckles, finishing his drink. “I should get back to Roxy.” They linger by the door, the hugs feel more natural when the others are around as a buffer, when they’re alone there’s an awkwardness, a hesitancy. But those are blurred with the wine they’ve been drinking all evening and he envelopes her in a tight, all-encompassing embrace. She can smell the cologne on his collar and the earthy tones of his shower products. “So when Em calls you next week, you’ll think about whatever she says?” He asks quietly, his breath tickling behind her ear. The sensation sends shivers through her body, he’s holding her so closely that he notices and it causes her to pull away just a little.

“I promise I will consider whatever it is she comes up with.” She acquiesces. He nods in satisfaction and presses a warm kiss to her cheek.

“G’night Penelope.”

“Night Luke.” She watches him down the corridor, leaning on the doorframe.

“Hey, Pen?” He turns and calls out just before the stairs, she’s about to shut the door but stops to look at him, “If you’d ever consider a do-over on dinner…” he shrugs casually, but there’s a tightness in the way he holds the handrail, “might be a nice idea?” It might be the wine, but she can’t help the smile that breaks out across her face. 

“I’ll think about it, newbie.” He laughs and bounces down the stairs, out of view.

She does think about it, it’s just there’s so much else to think about as well - Emily offers her a full time return to the BAU and she has to consider what that means for everything else she’s worked on for the last three years. Also, if she goes back to the BAU, does that mean dinner with Luke needs to be parked? Penelope is torn, even on her first day back - which should be a happy occasion - she’s got Luke in the back of her mind. The situation with Tyler had forced her to confront her feelings for him, he was an open book - his disappointment when he’d found out about Tyler, supporting her after the shooting - regardless of how he felt… she’d seen every emotion cross his face and it only made her feel worse that she’d brushed his feelings aside for so long. Of course she liked him. She loved him, just as she did the others. More, maybe? Emily senses her distraction,

“Hey, you ok?”

“Yeah! Yes, I’m fine. Just weird being back, that’s all.” “Good weird?”

“Oh, sure. Sure!” Her eyes remain on Luke down in the bullpen.

“Something you want to talk about?”

“He asked me out again.” She says quickly, quietly. “Well, kind of. He said a do-over might be a good idea? Is that the same thing?” Emily can’t stop the corner of her mouth from twitching up, a half hidden smile.

“Yes, it’s the same thing. And yes, it would be a good idea I think, for both of you.”

“Really?” Penelope can’t help but feel a little incredulous.

“Really! I know we didn’t get a chance to debrief after your date,” Penelope rolls her eyes, of course Emily would refer to a post-date girl talk as a debrief, “but I think you both got so caught up in nerves that you forgot the most important part,”

“Which is?”

“That you’re already friends. That you’ve known each other for so, so long, been there for each other and supported each other. You already have a natural shorthand with each other, you already know so much about each other. The date was never to determine chemistry, Penelope, but I think you both forgot that?” Penelope thinks over Emily’s words. Thinks back three long years ago when she’d been on her best behavior, made sure she didn’t drink too much, didn’t laugh too loudly or speak too fast… when she’d stripped back her personality to its bare bones. When she wasn’t actually being herself.

“Oh my god.” She whispered. 

“There it is.” Emily muttered, mostly to herself. Penelope was on her feet in an instant, smoothing out her dress and hurrying to the door. She navigated the stairs carefully in her heels and marched to Luke’s desk where he was on the phone. She stood and waited, toes tapping softly on the carpet, her fingertips beating the same pattern on her crossed arms. He acknowledged her with an easy smile and… carried on talking. Eventually, she gave up and turned to perch on the edge of his desk. He eyed her curiously and covered the receiver with one hand,

“Shall I come and find you?” He whispered. She shook her head, determined to wait. He appeared to get the message and she got the sense that the call was wrapping up. The second the phone was placed back in the cradle, she gripped his hand and pulled him to his feet, dragging him out of the bullpen and down the corridor to her office. He closed the door carefully behind him and watched her pacing the room, “everything ok?” he asked softly, “first day blues?”

“I wasn’t myself.” She admitted at last. “On our date, I was…”

“Quiet. I didn’t get to hear your laugh. Your real one,” he adds. “You talked like we’d never met before.” 

“You knew?”

“Of course I did. I figured you were nervous, I know I was.” Her pacing slows so he takes a couple of steps closer, “You weren’t my -,” he stops, “you weren’t yourself.”

“What were you going to say?” She whispers, “were you going to say my Penelope?” He nods. He never lies to her, she knows that. 

“Look, I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did, and I know that you don’t feel the same -”

“You love me?” He laughs,

“Penelope, baby I’ve been in love with you for years. Years! And, that’s ok. It’s ok if you don’t return it.” He’s smiling, so calm, so at peace with his love that it takes her breath away. She stops. For once, she shuts down her brain, and she just stops everything. She does what she should have never stopped doing, and she listens for her heart and her gut to guide her.

“I love you.” It’s barely a breath, barely above a whisper and it’s aimed at the government issue carpet under her feet, but suddenly, she knows. “I love you.” She looks up at him, he’s still smiling.

“Yeah?” She nods, closing the small distance between them and reaching up to press a small, chaste kiss to his lips. His arms circle her waist, bringing her even closer and holding her steady. He kisses her back, their lips slotting together perfectly. There’s the tiniest whimper as he brushes his tongue against hers and he chases the sound, determined to hear it again. When they step apart, barely apart, breathless, she smiles shyly.

“I should have just done that three years ago.” She admits.

“Would have saved a lot of time.” He agrees with a laugh.

FIN

[sweettjrose]

Polls Results and Thoughts:

Forgot to share the results of what type of movie about Mickey people would be interested in, so here ya go.

About 200 people responded, which is probably the most I ever gotten.

This is also the first time I got a tie. "Something connected to Oswald" and "Something inspired by or adapted from the Comics" are both tied as the winners, with "A meta-story about Mickey as an actor/character" following closely behind.

I'll share my thoughts below:

Before I talk about the winning results. I think it is interesting how spread out this is. Even the winners barely got a quarter of the votes. Really shows how there isn't just one type of movie everyone wants and that multiple angles could work. To be honest I am pretty flexible and would have been okay with any option. To be honest some of these ideas could even be combined. But I wanted to see which ones people gravitated to most.

I was thinking about this after I set up the poll. But I feel like the easiest thing for Disney and what has worked in the past would be doing a Parody. That would probably go under "An original separate story", but with Three Musketeers and even their longer shorts like Mickey and the Beanstalk or the Prince and the Pauper. And I would be fine with that... But if they wanted to try something a bit new I do like the other options.

But now for the winners. They actually pretty much align with what I would want. Even the one that was closely behind.

I think a meta-story similar to Who Framed Roger Rabbit would be interesting. It could have Mickey as an actor and be about his past, who he is today and what effect he's had good and bad. However, I feel like if this type of movie were to be made, I would want a lot of thought and effort to be put into it. I don't something that feels like a very shallow understanding based on memes and headlines (Kind of like how Wish felt), but something profound and well thought out. In other words I feel like unless someone has a specific vision and thing they want to say with Mickey, I would prefer if they did something else.

It's not surprising that something involving Oswald won. He has grown to be a fan favorite. Plus he just has such an interesting story with Mickey and even by himself. Epic Mickey has already explored that in one way and I would love to see an adaptation of that game to screen. But I could also see them doing a new story involving their relationship too. Honestly anything involving Oswald is a plus for me so I would totally love this either way.

Now for a movie inspired by the comics, I'm actually surprised this one. I mean I do hang out with a lot of comic fans, but didn't expect this one to get as many votes. Guess more people were interested than I thought. But if you know me, you already know my opinion on this as well as which story I would want adapted. I've been talking about getting an adaptation of the comics for a long time. However I guess I could share why I think it would work and be beneficial for Disney in multiple ways.

One thing Disney loves is Nostalgia and Disney history, and the comics are such a major part of Disney history. Some of the characters have been developed by Walt Disney himself. So by adapting the comics they could play into that angle of celebrating history and even make history as many of the comic-introduced characters that have existed since the 1930's have not made any animated appearances. Plus playing into the nostalgia of people who've read them, many of them outside of the US.

However this actually can be a situation where Disney can eat their cake and have it too, as many people are unfamiliar to the comics. So for them these characters and even the characterization of these characters is going to be completely new. Most young audiences know Mickey as a safe nice guy from the pre-school shows or the overly cheerful optimist from the Rudish shorts. But this can explore Mickey's more adventurous scrappy detective side that doesn't often appear in the animated media.

I feel like there's a lot of positives. Including the fact that if they need a plot there's a ton of stories they could just adapt. Plus the fact that it could help bring to light so many Disney characters that are lesser known into the spotlight. There are so many comic characters who would be instant fan favorites if people just knew about them. Plus there is my ulterior motive of just wanting the Phantom Blot in more stuff and this is a good way to get him in stuff.

The only con I could see is that many they don't want to bring up the more questionable areas of the comics and are afraid a movie focused on the comics might bring those back into discussion. But there are also questionable shorts and Disney ducks comics and yet they're still find with the Rudish shorts and Ducktales.

Honestly I could talk about this forever. But these are my thoughts. I would honestly love to hear any of yours on what types of movies would you want Mickey in.

So with the announcement of new movies and the speculation to any upcoming Walt Disney Animation Studios movies, I have to ask...

If they were to make a Mickey Mouse movie...

[ker0senebunny]

you've always had me✫*ﾟ･ﾟ(walking on a string ii)

steve harrington x fem!cheerleader!reader

part one

summary: steve misses reader a whole lot (dustin smacked some sense into him). now, how does he win her back? (angst, fluff, smut)

warnings: afab!fem!reader, language, angst, fluff, smut (18+), UNPROTECTED SEX (pls remember to practice safe sex!!), kinda soft!dom steve? but no use of sir or daddy etc, apology sex, loss of virginity, PRAISE so much praise, oral (f!recieving), fingering, p in v sex, use of pet names, size kink (for like one second), dirty talk, no use of y/n, a little bit of roughness at the end (but not degredation or anything like that!! cheerleader!reader likes to be called pretty and good while she's getting railed), all characters are 18+, discussion of insecurities, soft tummy steve rights, NOT BETA'D (seriously if anybody wants to, pls shoot me a private message!)

word count: 6,187 (wowza! was not expecting that)

notes: THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERS WTF!! when i published walking on a string, i had about 30 followers so thank you so so much for keeping up with my silly little writings. i'll do a little celebration party later - i’m thinking something along the lines of blurbs from a prompt list, so send in asks! without further ado, here's the second part! seriously, thank you all for all the love you've been giving me. it really keeps me motivated to write! i hope you all enjoy this part before i start my taylor swift trilogy and ballerina!reader oneshot!

p.s. i also got a couple of asks that have perhaps inspired a part three (!!!) in the adventures of steve and his cheerleader, so thank you to the anons who sent those in! lmk if you guys would be interested in that xoxo

the things you said are hanging in the middle of my mind, tonight.

i can’t turn them off.

you hadn’t been to family video in three weeks and steve desperately missed you.

winter had arrived in hawkins, bringing with it shorter days and longer restless nights. a tangy cold ran through the air, slipping under the door of the video store and creating a stupid fucking draft. steve watched the door anxiously as the stale air burned his nose. robin snorted. “dude, she’s not coming in,” she said. he huffed out a quiet “shut it, buckley” in response, keeping his eyes trained on the door. she rolled her eyes. “it’s your funeral, dingus.”

now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen you around town either. he never saw your sweet face at the grocery store. or in the park where sometimes, he'd catch you lying on a blanket, enjoying the pre-winter breeze and blasting duran duran on your walkman's tinny headphones. hell, he even went to the library to seek you out. but it seemed that you had just plain disappeared from his life.

only his life.

steve asked anybody who came into family video if they knew where you were; they always made some offhanded comment about seeing you at a party or at your favorite boutique. the one you always got your little low cut blouses from, where trina denman had made you cry once and so he chewed her out the next time she came in to rent a movie -- pretty in pink. your movie.

"steve, you are a dipshit."

steve rolled his eyes and turned his gaze away from the door to see dustin standing in front of the family video counter.

"tell me something i don't know, henderson."

dustin rolled his eyes right back before hopping over the counter to get into steve's personal space.

"hey! man, what the hell are you-"

"apologize to her."

steve was startled at dustin's sudden seriousness. he'd only ever seen the kid get serious about upside down stuff or d&d. or, when he talked about you. he knew that you two really got along when he introduced you to all of the kids, but your bond with dustin ran deeper. you both often met at the old creek to go look at the wildlife there. you taught him about the flowers and the moss that surrounded you both, palming crisp bark and teaching him to appreciate the world around him, inadvertently worming your way into steve's heart even more as dustin regaled him of these tales.

"dustin, she doesn't want anything to do with me."

"because you haven't apologized yet. jesus christ, steve. it's like talking to a toddler. i swear." robin let out a sharp cackle from where she was eavesdropping. steve flipped her off.

dustin sighed. he just wanted to see you and steve happy. he snapped his fingers in front of steve's face to get his attention.

"i'm not a fucking dog."

"i'd argue against that." dustin chose his next words carefully: "whatever you do next has to matter more to her than anything you’ve ever done before."

i'm in a twisted web,

and i can't pull my head from it.

that first day when you came in was one of the best days of steve's life. he couldn’t believe that you, the golden girl, were speaking to him with such softness. but then, the thoughts he tried to cram away constantly invaded his mind, clouding whatever emerging feelings he felt for you. steve decided for himself that you were playing a game - making him the fool. and so he decided on revenge - playing you right back. poking out his tongue whenever he looked you up and down (which was quite a common occurrence). letting you cuddle into him whenever the two of you were seated even remotely close to one another (this was definitely not for his benefit as well). posing for pictures that you’d take with your polaroid camera that was “so annoying” to him (he’d never tell you that the picture robin took of the two of you, your back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist, lives in his wallet - next to the first of your little notes).

steve liked to take his time with things and he knew you needed space, but three weeks was a long time, right? it was too long of a time for you to have not pranced into family video, excited to show steve your newest purchase. too long of a time for him to go without smelling your peach shampoo on his sweater after you’ve fallen asleep during one of your many viewings of pretty in pink. he missed the sting of your manicured nails on his forearm when you were so excited to tell him about a new trick that you landed, that you physically glimmered. he realized with a start that he missed your silly notes and the mirth in your eyes as you laughed at a dumb pun he made. he missed how you would light up even more than usual whenever one of the kids said hi to you outside of one of their hangouts that they'd taken to inviting you to. he missed you.

and he fucking hated himself for it. he felt stupid, used, and above all -- guilty. why would he feel guilty if he saved himself from whatever heartache you could bring him? your teary face flashed in his mind.

oh.

oh.

because you hadn't been trying to use him -- you actually liked him. a lot.

and he definitely was a little bit (a lot) in love with you.

and he only just figured it out.

robin watched her best friend as his face changed. she snapped her gum in her mouth before plunking down on the stool next to him. "i smell wood burning," she said, "what are you thinking about?"

steve turned to her.

"i fucked up."

i hang my head

and feel the oxygen drain.

agonizing hours passed as he thought about what to say to you. he almost missed the tinkle of the bell above the door, letting him know that there was a new customer in the store. from where he sat, all he could see where white sneakers. his eyes snapped to the top of the doorway, and he shrank in disappointment. walking through the door was chrissy cunningham, not you. she was holding pretty in pink, no doubt to bring it to you to cheer you up.

so, it seemed that you were just hellbent on avoiding him.

chrissy gave him a polite smile as she brought it to the counter. steve cleared his throat. she nodded at him in greeting. robin stood a little further back, entranced by everything in front of her (did she sort of want her best friend to get punched by chrissy cunningham? …yes).

steve handed chrissy her change and just as she left, he jolted to his feet.

“wait!” he said, as if the words couldn’t wait inside his mouth any longer. she hesitated, already knowing what he was going to ask.

“how is she?” he said, eyes honest as he searched chrissy for an answer.

she set her mouth in a grim line as she shook her head at him.

“steve, i’m not going to lie to you. she’s really hurt.” steve felt his mouth dry up instantly.

“would she even want to see me?”

chrissy sighed exasperatedly and gave him a shrug before looking at his wounded face. for however much he was hurting, she knew you were hurting way worse. she slammed her hands on the family video countertop, mustering up as much of a threatening tone as she could, pushing herself to the tips of her toes to look steve directly in the eye.

“i have never known someone as kind or genuine as her,” the tiny girl said very seriously, “so you better fucking fix this harrington, because even though you’re a dickhead for what you did, i know you care about her. and for some reason, she cares about you too. probably too much.” steve opened his mouth to reply but chrissy jammed her pointer finger into his chest. “fucking. fix. it,” she said through gritted teeth before waving to robin and swaying out the door.

you're never running out of ways

to worm your way back in.

the past few weeks have been hellish for you, to say the least. getting not only rejected but belittled by steve harrington, the boy you…love? yeah, love would be the best way to put it. you'd pined after that idiot since freshman year, your feelings only intensifying with time and your prolonged visits to family video. those same visits evolved into impromptu sleepovers due to your absent parents, nights out when the local carnival was in town, watching out for the kids on halloween.

you pretended to be fine in front of your friends, a group made up of jocks and the cheer team. you knew that lucas sinclair, one of the new basketball players, was friends with steve. so you avoided him as much as possible, but that didn’t help. everywhere you went, you felt like steve was following you. seeing the people he loved (because he obviously didn’t love you) caused the rift within you, one searing with pain and self-loathing, to deepen.

there was less of a pep in your step. your gentle attitude remained, but you were more melancholic than anyone had ever seen you. sure, you were always willing to lend a hand or a listening ear, but as soon as you were left with your own thoughts, it seemed like a shade had passed over your demeanor.

you hadn’t let anybody into your room since the pep rally, sinking into a cocoon made of your duvet and throw pillows for hours on end. your walkman was always pumped up on full volume. crumpled tissues blanketed virtually every surface - a palpable reminder of his words to you that continued to hang in your mind. you tried to block them out - to block him out - but steve had become so engrained within your daily routine without you even noticing.

his yellow sweatshirt lay on your desk chair, directly in your line of sight, which didn’t help with your attempts to wallow and just get it over with.

you didn’t even let chrissy in to talk to you - she had to resort to seeing you in public or talking over the phone. your room was your safe space: your zone away from anything (or anyone) else but you.

which made steve’s raucous entrance at 2 am all the more unwelcome.

anyone who knows what love is will understand;

you’ve always had me,

walking on a string.

you’d finally been pulled under into what could almost be described as sleep when you heard a thump and a quiet “fuck me!” you were alone in your parents’ large house (something about visiting your dad’s old boss — you couldn’t care less), which made the nighttime extra unnerving to you as a young woman, alone in the middle of fucking nowhere. that was something steve had known about, before he broke your heart.

you shot up immediately, rolling out of your bed and grabbing one of your sneakers to hold up as a makeshift weapon. your eyes were wide with fear and your voice shook as you spoke, “don’t come near me, perv!” you launched the shoe at the tall, dark figure, striking them in the shoulder. whoever it was taken aback and made a noise of pain. you were reaching for your other shoe when you heard your name. “it’s just me, sweetheart.” you lowered your arm as you took in his outline in the dark. you didn’t need light to know what he looked like; you’d spent long enough memorizing every freckle on his face. the slight gap in his left eyebrow from when he got cut in a fight and it scarred. how the right corner of his mouth used to be permanently curled in a smirk around you.

you squinted still.

“stevie? did you sneak through my fucking window?”

you couldn’t help but use his nickname. three weeks of the cold shoulder doesn’t exactly undo months (nay, years) of pining.

“you could’ve used the front door, you know. my parents aren’t home.”

he hadn’t said anything to you yet, allowing you to fill the silence with your half-awake rambling. he gave you a sheepish smile as you moved to stand in front of him, looking up at him with your arms crossed over your chest in worry.

“why are you here?”

you hated how your voice cracked.

he looked down at the floor and then back at you, meeting your eyes. you hated how you immediately got sucked back into the warm umber of his gaze. he sucked in a breath through his teeth, shaking hands in his pockets.

“i need to tell you something,” he said with as much sincerity as he could pour into his words. you rolled your eyes, turning to get back into bed. “i think i’ve heard everything i need to hear, harrington.” he said your name pleadingly, reaching out to envelop your fingers in his.

you hated how you let steve's warm fingerpads trace the inside of your wrist.

you especially hated that it made you feel better.

“please let me say this and then i’ll be out of your life forever.”

you nodded.

“i didn’t think that you’d want anything to do with me.”

your heart ruptured.

he continued: “you’re this stunning, whip-smart, sweet girl who everyone loves. and i’m just this washed-up guy who chauffeurs for six children and works in a video store.”

steve paused to look at you, not quite understanding the emotion pressed into the creases of your face.

“i thought that your friends put you up to this - to me. i thought you were just using me to get a laugh, so i thought i would use you right back.”

tears bubbled up along your lower lashline. your lower lip wobbled as he poured out the deepest, darkest crevices of his mind to you in your moonlight bedroom. your eyes adjusted to see him

“but then i got to know you. like really know you. and i realized that you were one of my favorite people ever. and then i felt like i’d fallen into your trap. and so i lashed out and i was a fucking dumbass and ruined whatever i could’ve had with the girl i love. what i’m trying to say is - i was an idiot and i really don’t want this to end before we even had the chance to start it, sweetheart.”

you let the tears fall unknowingly, but unlike the gym, steve cradled your face gently in his hands, swiping away the beads of saline that ran down the apples of your cheeks. you sucked in a breath, but it felt like the oxygen cascaded out of you instead; you brought your face closer to his.

“you’re so fucking stupid, harrington.”

and then you were kissing him.

it felt completely natural to you both - no hesitating, no waiting. he moved his mouth over yours, pressing your scantily-clad pajama-covered body into him. you felt the softness of his stomach and the hardness of his chest against you as you tried to get yourself impossibly closer. from where his shirt was slightly unbuttoned, you saw some of his chest hair. a path of warmth made its way down to the root of your core. he pulled away and you whined, chasing his mouth with yours.

he breathed out your name like it was a poem.

your smile was just as bright as it usually was, even through all of the salty wetness sliding down your face.

“i love you, stevie."

he looked at you like he wanted to bring the stars closer, just so you could get a better look.

"say it again," he teased gently as he nosed at your throat, prompting you to lift your chin and expose your neck. he started to pepper open mouthed kisses on your neck.

"i-i love you."

he sucked harshly on one spot, making you softly cry out. you pulled back and watched his pretty face form a pout.

"but you’re gonna have to make it up to me.”

he looked down at you with a boyish smirk, before dipping down to meet your lips with his once again.

“i can think of at least one thing that might help.”

he kissed you with a ferocity, a deep-seeded wanting. you sighed into the kiss and whimpered when you felt his tongue nudge against the seam of your mouth. you opened your lips in a surprised moan and he slipped his warm tongue in, licking the roof of your mouth. you let out another whimper, and he groaned. “those sweet little noises are gonna fucking kill me, baby.” his words were strained, his voice raspy, lips slick with a mixture of yours and his spit. you felt your face warm to match the heat emanating from your sex. he dove in to kiss you again, gently leading you toward your bed.

your back hit your cornflower-dotted duvet as steve caged you within his arms. your hands had made their way into his hair, mussing it far past anything that a few puffs of farrah fawcett hair spray could ever remedy. you felt the ache between your thighs grow and in your steve-induced haze, your hips jolted up to meet his. you were surrounded by him: the feel of his warm, wet mouth on yours. his smell -- lemongrass shampoo and pine cologne and something that just made him steve. steve tasted like promises and the cherry slushee he'd gotten with robin after work. his rough fingertips soothed over the spot at your waist where your flimsy tank top had risen. you maneuvered your hips over his groin again. the tiny bit of friction that his rough, tented jeans provided against your throbbing clit made you whine out his name.

“stevie,” you pleaded.

he moved his lips down your neck, lapping at your pulse and leaving a trail of bruises in his wake. the stimulation only made you move your hips more in desperation. you were already surprisingly close — not even nights alone in your room with your hands shoved down your cotton panties, imagining this very moment, were you ever close this quickly. one of his hands came down to squeeze your hip — not harshly, but as a reminder that he was in charge. he pulled away when he felt you move your hips again. he sighed. “pretty girl, i want to take my time with you. be patient.”

you looked at him through your heavy lashes, pouting a little as you grabbed for him to come back closer to you. “but i wanna feel you!” you exclaimed, pulling him down toward you to latch on to his neck and grind up toward his bulge. he hissed as you found his sweet spot, right between where his collarbone meets his neck. he panted out your name as the hand gripping your hip got tighter; you could see the hand near your face clench into a fist and he breathed shakily. “i want to feel you too, but i have to get you ready first, sweetheart. is that okay?”

your heart swelled so much you thought it might beat its way through your chest. you nodded bashfully as his hands finally slipped under your tiny pajama tank top. steve kissed you as his fingers danced over your ribcage. you shivered at their warmth and giggled when he intentionally tickled you. you felt him smile into the kiss (which did almost make your heart explode). but all thoughts of just how much you loved him went out the window when you felt his hand rub over one of the stiff peaks of your covered breasts. you arched upwards, pushing your chest into his hand. he chuckled at your eagerness and detached himself from your wanton mouth to remove your tiny top. your breasts met the air and steve looked at you in wonder, as if you deserved to be immortalized in the louvre. “god, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured.

you suddenly felt shy, his words bringing you back into the present. here you were, topless with steve harrington giving you hickies. you grabbed his bicep gently with nerves puddling in your still lust-blown eyes.

“stevie, wait.”

he immediately gave you space, asking you oh so kindly, “is everything okay, baby?” you nodded. “more than okay. i just…” your voice faltered and you looked at your hands. he put his hands on the sides of your face, letting you sink into their warmth and weight. “it’s okay, pretty girl. you can tell me anything.” you bit your already kiss-bruised bottom lip.

“it’s just that i’ve never…this is the furthest i’ve ever been with anyone,” you rushed out. you desperately hoped that you hadn’t ruined things with him again. he sponged a kiss to the tip of your nose before saying, “i won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.” your eyes widened and you placed your hands over his on your face. “no no! i just wanted to let you know before we did anything else. i want it to be you, stevie. i love you.”

he smiled at that. “i love you too, sweetheart. god, i can't stop saying it.”

it was a miracle that your heart had still remained lodged in your chest at this point.

“kiss me, please,” you cooed, and he happily obliged, removing your thin pajama shorts in the process.

he left soft, wet kisses along the column of your throat, biting down gently on the top of your left nipple when he arrived at your tits. “perfect tits” as he called them. you squeaked and he laughed, the vibrations around your puckered bud heading straight to your pussy. you half-believed that your panties would be sheer from how wet you were.

he kneaded and pinched at your right nipple as he laved his tongue all over your left, giving you little nips that made you squeal and kisses that made you melt under him. he alternated between breasts and when your tits were sufficiently marked with imprints of his teeth, he placed his hand over your searing cunt. he watched your face change, your eyes rolling back, from the lightest of touches. you were equally as whipped for him as he was for you. steve groaned as he felt your thighs trap his hand, pushing the wet part of your panties into him. his eyes rolled back at the sight before him, your tits marked with his teeth, your eyes darkened for him, your pussy rutting into his hand, all covered in white cotton panties with a little pink bow. you whimpered when he took his hand away, searching for relief as your clit pulsed.

“what did i say, pretty girl?”

“that i have to be patient,” you answered shyly. he hummed.

“good girl.”

you burned from head to toe at his words.

he peeled your panties off of you, inhaling sharply as a string of your arousal connected you to the sopping cotton, only snapping once he had your panties partway down your thighs. “all for me, sweetheart?” you nodded shyly and pressed your thighs together, but he caught you and spread them again. “i wanna see you, baby,” he said before lowering himself to face your drooling cunt.

he licked a fat stripe up your slit, making you jump a little and let out a breathy gasp. steve grinned before spreading your folds with his hands and prodding at your quivering hole with his tongue. he moaned at your taste — tart and heady and you. you moaned as he sponged wet kisses to your folds, before moving up your thigh toward your needy clit. he looked you in the eye as he devilishly licked around the bud before latching his mouth onto you. steve sucked your clit into his mouth, gently brushing his teeth across your sensitive bud. you rushed your hips to meet his face and your hands flew to his head again. he gave a little laugh at your want. he kept his mouth attached to your clit as he gathered dipped his index finger into your folds, gathering your slick before pushing into your poor little hole. he muttered a curse under his breath.

“shit, sweet girl. you’re so fucking tight.” you contracted around his fingers at his voice, about to reply before he put his mouth back on your clit, sucking harsher than he had before. you felt yourself get impossibly wetter as steve began to pump his finger in and out of your entrance. you tried to move yourself on his hand, pleading for “more, stevie, more!” his middle finger slid in to join his index and you hissed at the stretch. he stopped to let you adjust and you marveled at how full you felt just because of two thick fingers. he eased the two of them in and out of you slowly, spreading you open for him. you were so lost in the pleasure that he was doling out that you almost missed his calls of your name.

“baby, can you take another one? d’you think you can?” his face had moved to hover over yours now; you could see your juices on his chin. you nodded frantically, shifting back and forth on his already dripping fingers. “please stevie — need it. need you.” he kissed you heatedly as he inserted his ring finger, swallowing your gasp with fervid swirls of his tongue. you keened as you felt the girth of three fingers inside of you; your fingers and imagination couldn’t do steve’s hands justice. he gave an experimental thrust, keeping up with his assault on your clit, with the heel of his hand. he kept kissing you, switching between gentle presses of his mouth to yours and hot, frantic swipes of his tongue. he noticed your cunt start to pulse, steadily getting tighter as you mewled. his fingers squelched as he slid them in and out of your sopping cunt. “steve, stevie, m’gonna-” you could barely get the words out before you let another loud moan. “gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” he teased, speeding up his ministrations. your voice was but a shred in the back of your throat at this point; the only response you were able to give him was a high-pitched sob. your mouth fell open and your head tilted back, renewing him access to your neck and chest. you felt yourself tighten even more as his lips brushed across the tender bruises he’d already made. the combination of his lips on yours, on your skin — his hand between your thighs — you were completely surrounded by him. he was knuckle deep by now, allowing your gummy walls to suck him in. your nails cut into his biceps as you breathed rapidly. “cum for me, baby,” he said through gritted teeth. at his permission, you let the taught string in your body snap. your walls tightened like a vice around his fingers, so tight that steve swore it could’ve cut off his circulation. your cunt fluttered around the fingers seated deep inside of you. your back arched off the bed and your gut tightened as the intensity of your orgasm washed over you in waves. your vision blurred as your body went limp, twitching with aftershocks. you said his name like a prayer through it all, finally blinking to clear your vision. you were met with his smug face as he gave you one last push with his fingers. you squeaked at the contact and he smiled at you, giving you a doting kiss on your swollen, bitten lips.

“all good, baby? you were so good for me. my good girl.”

you nodded, thoroughly exhausted, but also craving him. “stevie, i wanna feel you inside of me,” you said, giving him your best puppydog eyes. he gave you an easy smile, before searching the pockets of his jeans for a condom. “oh shit,” he said, exasperatedly. you sat up with a frown as he rooted through his belongings. “stevie, honey, what’s the matter?” he looked at you apologetically. “i don’t have a condom,” he said dejectedly. you reached out to kiss the corner of his mouth, to push the frown off of his face. you gave him a small smile and said, “s’okay! ‘m on the pill.” his pupils dilated, darkening his eyes so that only a sliver of hazel showed. “and i’m clean, because, yanno…”

“fuck,” he rasped out, “you can’t say shit like that to me, baby. i’ll cum in my pants like a fuckin’ dope.” you laughed your real laugh, his favorite laugh, and in that moment, he felt overwhelmed with love for you. so overwhelmed that as he pulled his cock out, he told you again. he called your name softly to get your attention.

“i love you so goddamn much,” he said, pouring every drop of earnestness he could into his words. now that he knew that his words actually did matter to you.

“i love you too, steve harrington,” you said as you leaned up to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek. he chased your mouth with his to lay a series of quick kisses to your lips, muffling the giggles that tumbled from your throat. he rose to his knees above you and shucked off his jeans and his boxers.

now, you’d never seen a cock before in your life, but fuck, were they all as pretty as steve’s? his cock was just, so pretty: a red tip that gave way to a flesh-toned shaft, thick with a vein on the underside of his length. his head was leaking in frustration. your eyes widened as you took him in, wondering if his massive shaft would be able to fit inside of you.

he teased his ruddy tip through the wet mess between your thighs, stroking himself with your cum from earlier. he placed one of his hands on your hip, interlacing the fingers of his other hand with yours, letting your entwined hands rest by your head.

“are you ready, sweetheart?”

you gave a soft “yes” in reply and gulped down a breath. he noticed how you tensed up and squeezed your hip gently. “we don’t have to if-” “no!” you exclaimed, “i want to it’s just…what if i’m not good?” his heart almost shattered as he looked at the worry written across your sweet face. he brought his lips to the crease between your brows, pecking you there to tell you to relax your face. “you’re perfect to me already, baby,” he said, oh so honestly. and you believed him, because it was your stevie looking at you like you were the only real thing in his life. “okay, i’m ready,” you said, relaxing into your bed a little more.

steve guided his tip to your quivering entrance and kissed you as he slid the fat head of his cock in. you gasped as he breached your walls, arms winding around his neck. your jaw fell open, slack against where your chin rested on his shoulder, almost impossibly close to him. the fullness of his fingers was one thing, but this was totally different. the stretch was addictive as he slid into you inch by inch. he worked you open gently, and you wanted him to stay inside you forever. he noticed that you’d gone quiet and brought a hand up to comb through his hair in order to see you better. “everything okay?” you nodded fervently, wriggling your hips and mewling out, “stevie more, more.” at your words, he bottomed out, heavy balls slapping against your ass and you made a strangled noise into the air as he moaned into your neck. “fucking- holy shit, you feel so good.” your walls contracted around him and steve had an idea. he started slowly thrusting into you, allowing you to get adjusted to the feeling of his heavy cock inside of you. all the while, dripping praise into your waiting ears.

"you're doing so well f'me," he said, still thrusting into you slowly -- wanting to make this about you, not him.

but something inside him snapped when you said, “stevie, fuck me.” he started pounding into you, jackhammering his hips against yours, making your eyes roll back so far in your head that all you could see was black. his chest hair brushed against your nipples, meaty thighs brushing against you with coarse hair during every thrust. you choked out a loud moan at the sensation, clapping a hand over your mouth at the volume. he noticed that your sounds had become muffled and whispered into the air between you two: “c’mon pretty girl. i wanna hear those sweet sounds you make.” his balls slapped against your ass as he rolled his hips into yours; the sounds of flesh against flesh ricocheted off the toile wallpaper in your bedroom. the wetness between your thighs kept spreading, creating a lewd slap as he plunged into you over and over again.

his spongy tip pushed against your g-spot and you clenched around him desperately. he moaned at the sensation, muttering a curse under his breath and something about how tight you were. you bit his shoulder after a particularly hard thrust, causing him to hiss and shudder. your walls started to spasm around his cock as that big vein of his pummeled into your sticky cunt. your whimpers became faster and higher as you chased your orgasm, steve right there with you. “stevie!” you yelped as he continued his brutal pace. “’m right there with you, baby. let go,” he whispered, his lips covering yours. you did just as he asked, a borderline pornographic whine slipping its way out of your throat and plastering itself across his mouth. you clenched impossibly tightly around him, stuttering out, “want it inside, please stevie,” as you were pushed over the edge. your pussy pulsed and your body shook, muscles tense as he milked your puffy cunt for all of your juices. you sobbed while you came; it was the hardest you’ve ever cum, your intense love for steve amplifying every shockwave. your legs were wrapped around him, heels digging into his back as he gave you one lasting thrust, his hips stuttering. you felt a warmth extend through your weeping cunt as he painted your sweet walls. the feeling of his hot ropes of cum filling you caused you to tighten around him once again, riding out the last waves of your orgasm.

neither of you moved for a while as steve remained inside of you, both of you at a loss for words. he raked a hand through his sweaty brunette mop and gave you a kiss, pushing all of his feeling into it as he eased out of you. you whimpered at the resulting emptiness, reaching your arms out to keep him in bed with you. he smiled, dropping a smattering of kisses to your face. you giggled and held his head in your hands to catch his lips. he pulled away with one final peck to your lips, pulling on his boxers. you sat up with a melancholy look in your eyes, but he squeezed your ankle in reassurance, telling you that he was “just gonna go ‘n get a washcloth for you, sweetheart.”

he returned moments later from your ensuite with a damp cloth, kissing up your leg as he wiped down the apex of your thighs. he wiped himself off and grabbed his shirt for you, gently telling you to raise your arms as he slipped it over your head. he lay down and opened his arms for you, as you giddily landed on his chest. you reached over him to turn on your bedside lamp and he quirked an eyebrow up at you.

“just wanna look at you s’all,” you said delicately, as you let your fingers play with the curls at the nape of his neck. his heart stumbled at your words and he squeezed you tighter.

“i’m sorry,” steve said again, “i love you so, so much.”

you yawned and snuggled into him, throwing your other arm across his body, murmuring into the air shared between you two: “you’re the only one for me ever, stevie.”

he looked at you in the buttery light of your bedside lamp, half-asleep on him, drowsily babbling about everything you loved about him (his jokes, his freckles, his loyalty), nose squished into his neck as far as possible.

and he realized, in that moment, that he’d always walk on whatever string you led him on.

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