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demie90s · 29 days ago

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So Fine

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Summary: Feeling like a sad, horny housewife, getting ignored, left on read, and growing more feral by the minute.

Warnings: SMUT. I’m grown now. Sexual innuendo, suggestiveness, pure brat behavior, intense sapphic teasing. ( Funny )

Vibe: Unhinged domestic lesbian chaos, R&B wife fantasy energy, playful tension with simmering horniness

Word Count ~ 4.5k

I was disturbingly quiet for too long, and everybody in that damn house should’ve known something was coming.

I had on one of Court’s old tees—oversized, worn soft, and stretched from all the times I “borrowed” it and never gave it back. My dog was curled up against my side like he was the only one who loved me in this cruel, neglectful world. The TV was on but I wasn’t watching it. Just sitting there, scrolling aimlessly through TikTok on T’s phone—because I had no clue where mine was, and I liked the chaos of holding hers hostage. I was in my wifey era. The mother era. Doing nothing, needing everything.

And not a single girlfriend in sight.

I get a text. From Court. Really from T through Court’s phone.

Court: bring T her phone

Me: tell T come take it cause fuck y’all

Didn’t even hesitate. That’s how I moved. Boldly. Disrespectfully. And with the full understanding that Court was the last person to play with like that. She didn’t do warning shots—she swung first. But me? I be starting shit just to fold under pressure. T thinks it’s funny. She always laugh like, “you startin stuff you can’t finish, baby,” and I do. Proudly. I’m a menace with weak knees. An instigator with a praise kink.

Anyway.

I’m laying on the couch like some underappreciated ’90s R&B video girl. Think Monica in a satin robe, curled on a windowsill, looking betrayed by the wind. That was me—dramatic, unbothered, deeply horny, and somehow bored.

So I sit up slow, real slow, dragging my voice across the silence like honey and venom.

“…I just think it’s realllllll weird.”

From down the hall, Court doesn’t even hesitate. “Hush.”

“I’m just laying here. A delicate flower. Wilted. Untouched. Full of potential. And lonely.”

A loud sigh leaves me as I flop back onto the couch like the spirit of Mary J. Blige herself had taken over my soul. My dog didn’t even lift his head. He’d seen worse.

T walks by with a damn snack. Just crunchin’ on some chips like she ain’t got a starving girlfriend right there on the couch.

“I’m eatin. Leave me outta this,” she mumbles.

I sit up, eyes wide, slow as ever. “You eatin but not eatin me? Oh. Okay.”

That makes her pause, smirk lowkey, but she keeps walking. And that just sets me off.

“I shoulda dated women with purpose. Women with hands. Women with mouths.”

Court, from wherever the hell she is, snaps out, “Don’t start with me.”

“Back hurt from carrying all this unappreciated ass!” I call out. “And the head game been trash anyway!”

T stops in the hallway. That head turn? Sharp. Slow. Like a cartoon character hearing someone talk shit through a closed door.

“Oop,” I say with a grin, holding her phone up like it’s evidence in a trial. “Tell T to come get her shit.”

Court walks in finally, all that thick attitude in her steps. Her face blank, one eyebrow raised, jaw tight like she’s two seconds from tossing something. “T, come get your damn phone before I slap her with it.”

I roll onto my back, legs kicked up, playing victim. “Wow. Violence. That’s where we’re at now. Beating me for needing affection.”

T takes her time strolling over, shaking her head, trying not to laugh. “You so dramatic.”

“You been knew that,” I mumble, handing T her phone with a pout so deep it should’ve come with a soundtrack. One of those sad violins or maybe a faint “Why I Love You So Much” by Monica humming in the background.

But I don’t stop there. Oh no, baby—I escalate. My chest rising and falling like I’m mid-labor. Huffin’, puffin’, throwin’ a full-body tantrum with no shame and no audience ’cause they clearly don’t love me anymore.

I flop back dramatically—limbs limp, soul wounded.

“‘Cause why,” I start, staring at the ceiling like it betrayed me too, “why my feet not bein’ rubbed? Why my back ain’t gettin’ no massage? Like I’m not over here sufferin’. Like my pussy don’t got feelings. Needs, even.”

Court’s halfway down the hall, but I see that pause in her step.

“And I don’t be askin’!” I yell after them like I’m preaching from the pulpit. “I be hinting. I be suggesting. I be doin’ the lil wiggle! And nobody catch on. That’s crazy.”

T turns around just to see the show. She already smiling, snack in hand, leaning against the wall like I’m the evening entertainment.

“Nooo, bae,” I drag out, rolling over like a slow roast, “I’m not mad. I just need head. Like… spiritually.”

Silence.

“Why neither one of y’all tongue down my throat right now?” I ask, genuinely confused. Hurt. Betrayed. “Like what’s the point of being gay if I’m still not gettin’ worshipped?”

Now both of them quiet.

“I don’t even know if I’m alive for real,” I whisper, eyes glassy like I’m ‘bout to cry. “Y’all treatin’ me like a side character. Like a lil cousin. I should be on my back right now with both of y’all kneelin’ like disciples.”

Court reappears in the doorway, arms crossed, head tilted. “You done?”

I shake my head slowly. “Not until somebody put they mouth where it matter.”

T’s mouth twitches like she tryna stay composed. “You really gon’ guilt trip us into sex?”

“I’m gon’ deserve it into sex,” I say, sitting up. “Y’all see this body? You see these thighs? This soft skin? And nobody on they knees? That’s disrespectful to the culture. The ancestors.”

Court exhales deep like she tryna keep from grabbing me by the ankles and dragging me down the hall.

“You know what—” she starts.

I clap twice. “Yes! Go on, Court! Speak from the heart, baby!”

She closes her eyes. T drops her snack. And just like that, I lay back again, arms out, grinning.

“This coochie finna get resurrected, I feel it.”

Mmmm baby, you ever been so dramatic you turned yourself on? That’s exactly what I did. I was mid-performance—throwin’ myself around like I belonged in a damn Broadway production of Lesbian Desperation: The Musical—and suddenly I got this ache. Not the “rub my back” kinda ache either. The low, deep, damn-I-need-somebody’s-face-between-my-thighs ache.

And of course, T was still sittin’ there in that armchair, legs spread just a little, snack abandoned, eyes lowkey gleaming with amusement like I wasn’t in the throes of a crisis.

She didn’t say a word—just watched. Looked at me like that’s my girl but also wtf. I locked eyes with her from the couch, lips parted, cheeks flushed. And baby… I dropped down to all fours like a true freak.

Court saw it. She was leaning against the doorway, jaw tight, arms crossed, mumbling, “Here we go.” Because she knew. Knew once I set my sights on T? It was over. T be actin’ chill until I crawl. Then she unravel.

I crept slow. Deliberate. My hips swaying like I had a beat playing in my head. And when I reached the couch where T sat? I didn’t even say nothin’. I just slid my hands up her legs, dragging nails lightly over her thighs, right over her sweatpants. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t move. Just exhaled through her nose like I was trying her patience and succeeding.

And then that damn Jon B came on.

“They don’t know ’bout this here…”

Like, please. The universe was setting me up.

I pressed up between T’s knees and dragged my hand slow—slow—up her chest. My fingers slipping under the hem of her shirt, brushing soft skin. My head tilted, lips parted, eyes all low and heavy like I knew what I was doing. T’s breath hitched. That’s all I needed.

“You just gon’ sit there,” I whispered, “and not touch the love of your life?”

“You annoying,” she said.

“Yeah, but I’m fine as hell,” I whispered back, smirking as I leaned in and kissed her.

Slow. Deadly. Like I was tryna kill her with softness. I didn’t rush it—I just pressed into her lips and pulled away half an inch, then kissed her again. Little pecks that made her chase it. I wasn’t even doin’ much but baby, when I say T melted? Her hand slid up the back of my neck like she ain’t even realize she was giving in.

Court was still watching like, I knew it. Shook her head and muttered something about weak-willed studs, but she didn’t move.

T finally slid forward on the couch, and baby I was on her immediately. Straddled her lap like it was my throne. Like this what I been waiting for all damn night. I rocked my hips once—just to test it—and she groaned like I’d stolen her soul through her teeth.

I leaned back just enough so she could see me—hands on my hips, thighs spread over hers, eyes full of heat. “Look at me,” I said.

She did. Damn near mesmerized. I grabbed her wrists and guided her hands up my body, slow and intentional, until they cupped my tits. “You been missin’ all this?”

She nodded like she forgot how to talk.

I laughed, low and wicked. “You lucky I want you.”

Now I was full stripper mode. But make it luxury girlfriend edition. I rolled my hips again, soft and slow, lips brushing her jaw as I whispered, “Don’t play with it.” I kissed down her neck. “Just lay back…” Another kiss. “And let me ride this out.”

T was gone. Body slack, jaw tight, fingers gripping me like I was oxygen. I started grinding slow—slow like syrup, baby. My hands my lips brushing her ear as I whispered the filth I been holding back all damn day. Court cleared her throat once but didn’t move, and honestly? I didn’t give a damn. She could watch. She could learn.

Because right now, I was putting on a show—with a front-row seat, and full access. T’s nails dug into my thighs. My hips rolled deeper. I smiled like I owned them both.

Still straddled on T like I own her. Kissin’ her with a heat I ain’t even know I had buried in my bones. One hand gripping the side of her face, the other curled behind her neck, nails lightly scratching, making her shiver.

And the way I kiss her? Nasty. Wet. Deep. The kinda kiss that make a person forget where they are. My lips drag over hers like I’m tryna mark her soul. I kiss her like I dare her to survive it. Head tilted, back arched, one leg slightly lifting so I’m lookin’ up at her just a little—like I’m worshipping her and ruining her at the same time. My lips part only to bite hers gently, to pull, to whisper filth between gasps.

T moans into my mouth, low and deep, and tries to grab my hips like she already forgot the rules. That’s how far gone she is.

But right when she leans in, ready to give me everything, I pull back. Dead in her face. Still on her lap. Still holding her jaw like it’s mine. But I turn—slow, dramatic, poised—and look right at Court.

There she go. Arms crossed, unimpressed. Jaw tight like she biting her tongue not to explode. But her eyes? Her eyes are heat. She watching every damn movement like she don’t care but baby—she care. She just don’t wanna fold first.

Boom. The speakers hum.

“Pretty brown eyes… you know I see you…”

Mint Condition’s Breaking My Heart slides in smooth like a soundtrack written for this exact chaos. And Court’s eyes twitch. Because she knows. That song don’t play without somebody giving in.

And I’m not. She’s the core. The hardest to break. But not impossible.

I turn back to T, lean close to her ear and whisper low, “I ain’t givin’ you shit until Court fold.”

T groans, eyes fluttering shut like she wanna cry. “You evil.”

“Poor you.” I smirk.

I lean back, body hot, breath short, thighs twitching because I already worked myself up. And when I say I lean back—I mean I go fully dramatic. Arms stretched, head tipped back like I’m on a damn chaise lounge. Still in T’s lap. My hips roll one slow time against her abs and baby, I moan.

Quiet. Controlled. But deadly. Court still don’t move. Not a blink.

So I slide a hand down my own stomach. Real slow. Tongue across my bottom lip. Just to tease. T’s hands are on my thighs, holding, steady, trembling just a little because she knows what’s coming.

“Don’t do it,” she warns, voice damn near broken already. But I do.

Fingers slide beneath the hem of Court’s shirt I’m still wearin’—poetic, right? And I start touching myself. Right there. In her shirt. In T’s lap.

Her hands grip my wrists, but not to stop me—just to hold ‘em. Like she need somethin’ to ground her while I lose my damn mind. She don’t even look down. Nah. She’s watching Court. Just like I am.

And Court. Oh, she is seething. That jaw is locked. She’s not even blinking. Arms still crossed, chest rising with short, angry breaths.

I moan again, louder this time, hand working slow under the fabric, head thrown back like I’m alone. Like I don’t have two girlfriends who could devour me if they just got the fuck over themselves.

“Damn,” I whisper. “Guess I really gotta do everything myself.”

T’s jaw flexes hard. She hates this. Hates that I get her like this. That she has to sit there and take it because she promised she’d wait on Court. That I’m using her lap like a throne and not letting her feast.

Oh, she loathes when I touch myself. Not because she don’t like it. But because that’s her job. Her privilege. Her possession. And right now I’m defiling myself in the open like I don’t got two women who claim to love me.

I smirk at her. Real slow. Eyes gleaming with mischief, hand still between my legs, breath still ragged.

“You just gon’ stand there,” I murmur, low and filthy, “and let me cum on your girl’s lap?”

Boom. Checkmate.

Court don’t say shit.

She just moves—slow, lethal, like a goddamn storm pulling in. Her arms unfold with intention, like she’s finally decided enough is enough. Eyes locked on me the entire time. Not my face. Not my lips. My hand. The one between my thighs. The one that’s been driving her mad with every whimper, every slick little moan. She watching it like it offended her. Like it crossed a line that only she gets to cross.

And she takes her damn time. That walk ain’t rushed—it’s patient, predatory, sensual in a way that makes my knees damn near buckle even though I’m still perched in T’s lap like some royal concubine beggin’ to be touched.

The moment she gets in front of me? Boom. Court’s hand is at my throat. Not soft. Not gentle. Claiming.

She tilts my head back with one firm squeeze, fingers spread over my throat like she’s reminding me who the fuck I belong to. My lips part from the pressure—instinctive, breathy—and I gasp, clutching her wrist on reflex like I’m not loving every goddamn second of it.

Then she kisses me.

Not sweet. Not searching. She kisses me like punishment, like possession. Lips hard, tongue slick, mouth devouring me like I asked for this. Like I deserved to be made an example of. My back arches instantly. Body trying to press up into her, even as her grip around my throat tightens, holding me in place like, Nah baby, you wanted this—take it.

And while I’m gasping into Court’s mouth, half-dazed, needing everything—T takes over.

Her hand replaces mine like she’s hypnotized. Like watching me touch myself finally snapped something in her. She doesn’t even say anything, just slides her fingers down between my thighs like she needs to feel what I felt. And once she does?

She moans. Real low. Real quiet. Like the feel of my slickness on her fingers stunned her.

T leans back slightly against the couch, spreading her knees a bit, adjusting me in her lap while her hand works between my legs. Real slow at first. Exploring. Teasing. Then firmer. Deeper. Her eyes are on me, lips parted, fingers steady, breath catching as I rock against her hand like I’m losing my mind.

Court still ain’t moved. Still got me by the throat.

And when I gasp into her again—this full-body, desperate gasp from T hitting the right spot—Court doesn’t soothe me.

She just tightens her grip. A little more. A warning. A claim.

Her other hand slides up into my hair, grabbing a fistful like she’s thinking about pulling. Her mouth is back on mine, harder, hotter, controlling the kiss while I’m melting—straight melting—in both their hands.

My body’s an ocean now. I’m soaked. Breathless.

Mouth slack and head tilted back like I’ve given up all autonomy. Like I’m just something to be held and tasted and used.

T’s whispering in my ear now, voice low and fucked-up sounding. “You always talkin’ shit… but look at you. Look what I do to you.”

Court pulls back just enough to look at me. Her thumb dragging along my jaw. Still holding my throat, her voice nothing but heat and smoke.

“You finished showin’ off?” she asks.

I can’t even speak. I just whimper. And the way their hands don’t stop? Baby—I’m done.

Oh, baby. You really thought you had control.

You really thought you could tease both of them, sit in T’s lap moaning like a siren, kiss Court like a demon in heat, touch yourself in front of the whole damn room—and not get punished for it?

T makes you cum like it’s nothing. Like your orgasm was overdue. Her fingers know your body too well—pressing deep, curling slow, rubbing just the way that makes your back arch and your mouth fall open in disbelief. She don’t even talk. Just works you through it like a task that needed handling. You’re shaking, gasping, moaning loud, your body jerking and hips rolling until you snap apart in her lap—eyes wide, mouth slack, thighs trembling like they don’t know how to hold your weight anymore.

T don’t coddle you. Her hand just stops. Like, cold. Pulls back with a breathy little scoff like, you didn’t even deserve all that. She wipes her hand on your thigh like your orgasm was an accident, something she had to get out the way.

You slump into Court, head falling to her shoulder, arms around her waist like you don’t even have bones anymore. And that was just one. Your chest is rising fast. You should’ve stopped. Should’ve begged for mercy.

Because that orgasm wasn’t light. It rocked you. Had your vision blurry, your breath ragged. You can’t even open your eyes all the way.

Court’s hand slides up your spine and she laughs under her breath.

“Nah,” she mutters, low and mean. “Don’t ask her. Just flip her over.”

You blink once. “Wha—”

Boom.

Just like that. T chest behind you, her arms wrapping under yours as she grins, evil and giddy. “Told you,” she hums, scooting back just to shove you forward, arching your back with one hand while the other spreads your thighs without hesitation.

“You said you wanted someone to eat yo pussy, right?” Court’s voice rough, teasing, echoing from between your legs.

“Be fucking still.”

And you try. God knows you try. But you ain’t never felt them like this. Never both at the same time. Never T behind you, soft kisses to your shoulder, your neck, her hand wrapped around your waist to hold you still while Court goes down like she missed your taste.

You whimper. Then scream.

Court eats like she mean it. Like she mad you even thought you could tease her. Tongue deep, lips plush, moaning into you like she tryna make you lose every thought you’ve ever had.

T is talking.

“Nah, keep them legs open, baby. Don’t even try it.”

You jerk. Her grip tightens.

“Mm-mm. What’d I say?”

You try to moan soft but it don’t work—your body’s too loud, too desperate. She kisses your neck, then bites, soft, while Court pulls a sound from your chest that don’t even sound human.

Then T’s hand slides up, and her fingers slip right into your mouth without a word. You moan louder.

“Mmm,” she grins against your ear. “You love that shit. Nasty ass.”

You nod. Whimper around her fingers. Hips twitchin’ like you wanna run, but your knees are jelly. T’s whole arm across your stomach holding you down, making sure Court can do whatever the fuck she wants.

You cum again. And baby, it breaks you. You cry out. Loud. Face twisted, back arching, hands shaking. You’re a mess. A wreck. Body limp between them. But Court don’t stop. T don’t even flinch.

“You done?” T laughs softly. “Nah. That’s just round two.”

You shake your head. “No—wait—”

“You thought you had say?” T leans in, licking just behind your ear. “Shut up and take it.”

And then—like the goddamn universe wants to ruin you—“Freak Me” by Silk slides in from the speaker.

“Let me lick you up and down…”

You groan.

“Hell nah,” you whimper. “Y’all tryna kill me.”

Court looks up, face glistening, lips red, smirking like she won a game you didn’t know you were playing. “Then die slow,” she mutters, mouth back on you immediately.

You try to catch your breath, to look, pushing her head up slightly with trembling fingers just to see her. But she glares up at you, eyes wild and dark, like, Don’t you dare. Like you got no say.

And you don’t. T’s behind you laughing low, cocky and breathless.

“Aw, you wanted to see it? See what you can’t handle?”

You nod, whining. She chuckles again. “Then watch, baby.”

She holds you wide open with both hands, mouth on your neck again, sucking a mark in just the right spot as Court devours you without pause. And you? You cum again.

Hard. Writhing. Crying out. Tears in your eyes. You didn’t even know you could cum like that. Three times. Begging for air. And they still don’t stop.

When Court finally finishes—mouth pulling away slow, lips shining, breath heavy like she just came—she doesn’t even look smug. Nah, she looks satisfied. Like she just handed out punishment and filed it under “Light Work.”

She leans up, grabs my jaw, and kisses me. Deep. Rough. One hand still gripping the side of my face, the other pushing my messy hair back like she wants to see how ruined I look. Her lips press against mine like a reminder, a warning, a signature.

And then she pulls back, forehead resting on mine, voice low and cocky as hell.

“You ain’t deserve that shit,” she says, thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “But at least you shut up and took it… kinda.”

I’m too fucked-out to reply. My breath is stuttering, lips swollen, brain empty. I just blink up at her like a baby deer in headlights. She chuckles, shakes her head, and finally lets me go.

T’s still behind me, her chest warm on my back. And I feel her laugh before I hear it—a soft, smug thing rumbling through her.

Then that damn hand slides down again. I twitch. Full-body flinch.

“Stop,” I whine, voice cracking. But she’s already rubbing me again. Light. Slow. Just her fingertips grazing over my soaked folds like she can’t help herself.

“Damn,” she hums, like she didn’t just participate in my destruction. “Still wet? That’s crazy.” I slap at her leg.

“T!” I snap.

She snorts, grinning against my neck. “What? I’m not tryna start nothin’. I just wanna touch…” Her voice trails off in that nasty lil innocent tone that makes me wanna fight and moan at the same time. “You feel good.”

“Girl, stop bein’ a hoe,” I mutter, body still twitchin’. “Pervert.”

She laughs louder now. “You ain’t stop me though.” And she’s right. I don’t stop her.

Because I like her hand there. The warmth. The soft touches. The way her fingers slide like they know every inch of me. But after a few more slow strokes, my body jerks again and I groan, grabbing her wrist, finally shutting it down.

T actually listens. Pulls her hand back like a good girl—for once.

I slide right off that couch like I’ve been through war. Limp. Worn. Mind blank and legs weak. I shuffle my way to the bathroom, wash up slow with the dignity I got left, and dry off with one of Court’s clean towels that smell like eucalyptus.

When I come out, they’re both still on the couch—Court on her phone like she ain’t just break me in half, and T watching me walk like she wants to start something again.

But I don’t even blink at them. I just yawn, wrap the towel around my waist, and head straight to the bedroom without lookin’ back.

“Somebody better bring me some damn food,” I mumble, voice hoarse, “and then leave me the fuck alone.”

Pause.

“But thank you or whatever ion know shit.”

They laughing. Hard.

Like tears-in-their-eyes, shoulders-shaking, can’t-breathe type of laughing. I don’t even get halfway down the hall before I hear T go, “Girl, didn’t she just say she wanted someone to eat her pussy?” And Court follows it with a straight, “*Like we didn’t just do exactly that—twice.”

I don’t even turn around.

“Y’all talk too much,” I grumble, dragging my towel tighter, hips swayin’ like I still got energy—but baby, I’m running on fumes. My legs ain’t even real anymore. I’m floatin’ on vibes and dehydration.

They keep laughing. T leans back, shaking her head. “Nah, cause now you mad? You literally begged for this.”

Court puts her phone down. “Swore up and down she was ‘unloved and untouched’ like she ain’t got two girlfriends with full stamina and no mercy.”

I don’t respond. I can’t. I’m already face down in bed by the time they finish roasting me. Sheets cold. Pillow cool. Body naked under the towel, toes curled from residual pleasure, brain absolutely gone.

T peeks in after a minute, holding a plate. Court’s behind her with water and a lil smug-ass grin. But I’m already knocked. Mouth slightly open, one arm flung over the pillow like I died mid-sentence.

Court sets the bottle on the nightstand. T puts the food beside it. They stare at me for a second. Quiet.

“…that’s what I thought,” Court mutters with a smirk, turning out the light.

Out like a light.

Loved, fed, destroyed, and done.

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spookysanta · 3 months ago

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Nothing to Prove. (pt. 1/2)

Pairing: Aaron Pierre x Reader

Warmings: implied smut but not a lot, toxicity if you squint

(from the drafts)

heyyy my babies! we're back and the sluttiness is in full swing. be prepared. i have a lot to say!

Her dress was the color of something expensive and unbothered — deep green satin, maybe silk, with a slit that nearly disrespected everyone in the room. It caught the light when she moved, kissed her dark skin like it was custom-made. And the moment she walked into the venue, all warmth and quiet confidence, Aaron felt the temperature change.

She was late. Not disrespectfully so, but just enough to make an entrance.

Aaron clocked her the second she stepped through the double doors. Gave her a once-over that started polite and ended with him dragging his tongue across the inside of his cheek, hand flexing once at his side before tucking itself calmly into his pocket. Back in business mode. Barely.

They were midway through a press-heavy networking circuit — film panels, back-to-back Q&As, too many people with opinions and access. He’d been running hot since 10 a.m., his name on every schedule, his voice stretched thin. She knew better than to pull focus when he was locked in.

And she wasn’t trying to. Not really.

She smiled at people who greeted her. Waved when someone called her name. Held his gaze only once across the room. But he could see it.

The tension.

The way her jaw was set a little too tight. The way her hands kept smoothing over her dress like she needed something to do. The fact that she hadn’t made her way to him yet.

She was upset.

Jealous.

And she was trying her best not to act like it.

He’d spoken to a woman twenty minutes earlier. Old industry friend. Too many teeth in her smile. Touched his forearm when she laughed. He didn’t think anything of it. But his girl?

She thought.

She always did.

She finally made her way over near the end of the session, standing just a little too close to his side. Her hand rested on his arm for a beat too long. When he turned his head to speak to her, she kissed his cheek lightly, smiling for the press cameras just over his shoulder.

To anyone else, it looked casual. Affectionate.

To Aaron, it was the first warning shot.

“You good?” he murmured under his breath, not looking at her.

She nodded. “Of course.”

He didn’t believe her.

But he didn’t have the time — or the patience — to deal with it here.

The car ride back to the hotel was quiet.

Not tense. Just… heavy.

She sat with one leg crossed over the other, looking out the window like the skyline would fix the ache in her chest. Aaron rested one hand on her thigh. Didn’t move it.

When they stepped into the suite, she headed straight to the bathroom without a word. He dropped his things on the desk, pulled his jacket off, and exhaled.

The silence kept crawling.

She came out a few minutes later in one of his shirts, bare-legged, makeup washed away but eyes still sharp.

“Say what you need to say,” he offered, folding his arms.

She shook her head. “It’s stupid.”

“You’re upset.”

“You were busy.”

“That not what I asked.”

Her mouth pressed tight. Then: “You let her touch you.”

Aaron sighed once. Stepped forward.

“I didn’t even notice it,” he said. “Didn’t mean shit. But you…”

His hand slipped under her jaw, tilting her chin until she looked at him.

“You've been acting up in your head ever since.”

She didn’t speak.

He kissed her. Soft, then sharp.

“Is that why you were on your little attitude parade at the event? Wavin’ like a princess and not even greetin' me?”

“I didn’t wanna interrupt you.”

He leaned in closer. “You've always got access to me. Don’t act brand new.”

She swallowed.

His voice dropped. “And don’t ever question where I stand. Not in front of a room full of people who wish they had what you've got.”

Her breath caught.

He kissed her again, this time deeper, guiding her backward toward the bed. Clothes loosening. Skin heating. Her hands trembling against his chest.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me,” he whispered, laying her down like something precious. “I already chose you. I’m still choosin’ you.”

She nodded, lips parted.

“Good,” he said. “Now behave.”

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Edit of Eddie: pitifulbaby

Chapters: Masterlist (Go here to see list of chapters, plotline and general warnings.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Slow burn, Modern!AU, Mechanic!Eddie

⚠️18+: sexual tension, slight drinking, pining, jealousy, reader being childish, smacking, smut

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A/N: It's been a while, but it is here and it's steamy as fuck boys.

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CHAPTER 18

“I’m not going to forget you mom.”

Your mother was looking at you with tear filled eyes as you packed your last bag into the trunk of your car. Leaving your hometown was not part of your plan of the year at all. You figured you would be cradling your baby in your arms by now, having your husband at your side lending you a hand and messing up while changing diapers, laughing at both of your clumsiness even if you had prepared yourselves for it with books.

“It’s just, you’re moving far away from me. I won’t be able to visit you at all… Why don’t you reconsider–”

“I have to leave! I can’t stay here mom. It’s too–” You slammed the trunk shut as your hands went towards your eyes, covering them as a sob tried to rip out from your chest. You felt your mother’s arms wrap around you and pull you towards her chest. Her hand went to the back of your head as she made soft shushing noises to calm the turmoil of emotions that started to unravel inside of you.

“I know… I know baby girl. It’s painful…” Your tears started to wet the palms of your hands as you felt yourself lean on her shoulder. Her left hand went to your back to rub you in soothing circles, letting you cry one last time. This really was not in your plans at all. After a minute she pulled away from you and you lowered your hands to show her a pouty lip and tear stained cheeks. “I’m a phone call away, you know that.”

“Yeah, I know.” You sniffled as she took a deep breath in, a small smile appearing on her lips.

“But I repeat, don’t forget about me when you start dating.” You rolled your eyes with a sigh at that, shaking your head.

“I’m done with that. I don’t think I’ll date for a while.” Was your response, making your mother sigh with a smile.

“Whatever you say, my little dove.”

“Ngh…”

You whimpered as you started gaining consciousness, hearing the birds chirp, and– You felt like you were ran over by a fucking truck. Everything hurts. Every limb and joint hurts, even your jaw feels tense and hard to move, but there is still a sense of relief. Satisfaction.

Oh you were comfortable, like flying on clouds even if everything hurts. The pain was nothing compared to how accomplished you felt, or how satiated your body, even if spent, felt. You could lay here all day, on this soft mattress, with these sheets that were warm around you, with the fluffy pillow underneath your head, with the arm that was wrapped around your waist–

Hang on.

Your eyes snapped open and your first view of the day was Eddie Munson’s sleeping face.

He was laying on his side, facing you, while you were facing him. Your heart started beating rapidly as the memories of last night began flipping in your head like a scrapbook, and the more you remembered, the more flustered you got.

You cannot even recognize who you were last night. You were completely feral, animalistic, not caring about anyone or anything but Eddie and the pleasure that he could bring you. Pleasure that you haven’t felt in a while, or maybe ever. You remembered him rising you from the floor, eating you out like it was his sole purpose in life. How his cock filled you, and how good he was in fucking you disrespectfully.

Your embarrassment caught up with you as you remembered how you moaned his name, how you teared up from the pleasure, from how good he was making you feel and then how he talked dirty to you. Your face was in flames, and your belly turned with nervousness as the kisses started flashing in your mind. So many kisses and whispers–

“You take me so well Peach…”

You cringed slightly, but not out of disgust or second hand embarrassment, but because it flustered you. It was making you feel things you didn’t want to feel right now, like butterflies for example. You wanted to shoot those bastards down, because Eddie was just a friend, and you two were only curious about one another, that’s all.

You licked your lips as you started to wiggle out of his embrace, moving backwards on the bed towards the edge. He groaned in his slip as his arm flopped to the bed once you got out of his reach. You stared at him for a while as you inspected his sleeping figure. He looked so peaceful like this, pretty even. His lashes were perfect, his stubble was neatly done, his hair was untied and–

You have to stop. You can’t keep looking at him with intentions of staying. What makes you think he wants you here when he wakes up? It was just a quick fuck the remaining hatred out kind of thing, that’s all it was for crying outloud. You bit your bottom lip as you got out of the sheets and turned to finally sit on the edge and pull yourself off the bed and–

“SHIT–” Your legs gave up on you, making you fall back down on the bed, ass hitting the mattress, making it bounce and of course, Eddie was shaken awake.

“Wha– What–?” He was sleepy, his voice raspy and it made your body shiver with its tone. You panicked as you realized you were completely naked, top to bottom, growing way too self-conscious about your situation. You grabbed onto a very thin polar fleece black blanket that had pooled at both your feet, and you put it all over the front but your back was still bare to him.

Your breathing was quick as you felt the bed move, and you closed your eyes while your heart wanted to kill you at the moment from how fast it was beating, threatening to explode. What is gonna happen now? What is going to become of the two of you? Did you two just fuck up your entire friendship? Your relationship? You have to say something, you can’t be shocked all day, sooner or later you’ll have to face him and talk, better that be now.

You turned your head around to look at him, and your breath simply cut off at the sight of him. He sat on the bed, the sheet covering his bottom half, his entire chest on display, his hair down as he rubbed one of his eyes. Your gaze went downwards towards his happy trail that went below the sheet, covering the trail you still wanted to follow. You didn’t notice his eyes were already open and looking at you, and a lazy smirk displayed on his lips.

“Wow, don’t make yourself too obvious, Peach.” You snapped out of your thoughts, your eyes going back towards his face. Embarrassment took over you and you whipped your head around again, trying to calm your breathing. It was already pathetic to be like this when he was this calm in front of you.

But unbeknownst to you, he wasn’t in the slightest. He was good at hiding his emotions, afraid people could know or read him as easily as he could with others… just like he knows you are completely losing your shit right now.

“Um… I, uh… I fell.” What the fuck are you saying? Stupidity, that’s what. You heard a rough chuckle from behind you and you didn’t know how his eyes were looking at your naked back. He wanted to reach out and rub his hand all over it, and he clenched his jaw as he felt his dick twitch underneath the sheet. He can only imagine looking down at your back as he rails into you and– he needs to stop.

“I could feel that. Too rough for you?” There was mocking behind his tone, which sparked a bit of anger inside you. You stood up from the bed, and his breath hitched when seeing your bare ass for just a second. He bit the inside of his cheek as you turned around and damn you looked so good right now. Your makeup was all smeared, your hair a mess, and his blanket draped over your front as you clung it close to your chest with both hands. You looked fucked, literally fucked.

“Oh? As far as I remember, someone got a bit pussy drunk yesterday.” He threw his head back with a loud laugh, seeing his adam’s apple bobbing up and down at the motion, making your legs tremble more than what they are now thanks to the soreness. Shit, you are not sure if you can do more than two steps without tumbling over.

“Excuse me? I’m pretty sure Gareth who lives three blocks away heard you moaning my name Peach.” Your face grew fifty times hotter, your cheeks burning entirely as he looked at you once again. You were gripping onto the blanket against you as if your life depended on it. Your belly was turning in nervousness as you looked for the following words.

“You moaned my name too, you aren’t all that innocent either!”

“I know I did. You think I’m ashamed of that? It was good.” His eyes were looking at you with an intensity you haven’t felt in a while, just like when Bil– You shook your head from that thought and cleared your throat.

“It was and– and uhm–” You didn’t know what you wanted. It was– He was the best you ever had, there was no lie in that. Better than those boys from school before Henry, better than Henry, better than your hookups and better than Billy… But– he was also part of the friend group. You two were in the same group of people and if something were to happen between the two of you– things like jealousy or one being mad at the other and then it’s just going to be back as it was a year ago.

You didn’t want to go back to that place. You didn’t want to lose Eddie again.

And Eddie noticed it as you looked down at the floor. The thoughts, the doubt, and he could not believe you were thinking about this. You two spent one of the greatest nights, and he knows you enjoyed as much as he did. He knows you’ve never experienced what you have with him, just as he experienced something completely new with you and his fists were clenching the sheets underneath him, feeling anger rising in his chest.

Your mind was trying to come up with the words but if you said you didn’t want to do this ever again, you would be lying. If you said you didn’t want to feel him again it would also be a lie. If you said you didn’t want to feel him inside of you, it would be a terrible horrible lie, the worst of them all because you never felt like that in your life.

But you wouldn’t lie if you said you are afraid of what this might do to your friendship if it were to keep going. What might do to all the improvement you two did the past six months. What might happen in between the entire group of friends you have if it were to all fall apart. What if they took sides? What if you two broke the entire group apart, even between eachother, because of some fun?

“I swear to god, Peach–” He began, already knowing you had come to a resolve. An answer that only angers him terribly knowing you felt as great as he did the night before. That you enjoyed doing to him the things you did just as much as he enjoyed eating you out like he never did before to any other woman in his life.

“We really shouldn’t…” You began, not daring to look at him. You wanted to stop talking, to jump on the bed and into his arms, kiss him again, fuck him, ride him like last night already even if you were sore all over, muscles in pain, but he just–

“Are you serious? After how we went at eachother last night? You’re telling me you don’t want to do this again?” His eyebrows were meeting in the middle, not even hiding the anger behind them. Your cheeks burnt once more as you cleared your throat, your eyes finding his again, your stomach flipping at the intensity of his gaze.

“I just– What happens if something goes… wrong? I mean–” You bit your bottom lip, looking for the right words as you looked at him. “-- I don’t want us to go back to where we were a year ago.”

He realized now with what you were conflicted about, and in all honesty, he never thought of it that way. He had thought of the consequences of fucking you and what could happen if you two fall apart because of it. With the two of you and with the group… But after last night, there is no way in fucking hell he cares for all of that now.

“Why would something go wrong? What do you exactly mean by ‘wrong’?” He was still looking at your entire figure, and it was rendering you stupid again. Your breathing quickened at how much you felt him burn you with his gaze. Scanning you like a predator, waiting to pounce at any given opportunity.

“I–” It was embarrassing. What if he thought you had feelings for him? Like, romantic feelings. More than simple attraction… maybe– “-- What if one becomes possessive of the other? Like, it can happen. What if you see me with another person and you don’t like that? It would just–”

And his fists clenched against the sheets as you mentioned that part. He knew where you were going with it, and he wasn’t very keen on the idea of sharing you, but it wasn’t unbearable. If sharing you was his only way of having you, then he would take it. He wondered though–

“And what about you seeing me with another woman?” He raised an eyebrow at you, and you looked at him with a dumbfounded face.

“Huh?”

“As far as I remember you were absolutely jealous last night.” You scoffed at his words, anger boiling as denial settled in your gut. You? What? Your arms left your chest in fury as you burnt all over.

“Jealous!? Me!? I wasn’t!” And you saw how his eyes traveled downwards, his head cocking to the side as he scanned you. You squinted at him, opening your mouth ready to cuss at him, wondering what the hell this man was looking at you, only to feel a breeze brush on your–

Your eyes widened as you snapped your head to look down and you gasped, yelping loudly as you bent down to grab the blanket again. You let it fall and he saw your naked body, in the full-on daylight that was coming through the curtains. Are you dumb!? Your hands grabbed onto the fabric and you stood up quickly, covering yourself only to look up to see a pair of eyes staring down at you.

And you didn’t know how fast he had been, because he was towering over you, standing.

He had quickly crawled to the edge of the bed and stood up before you the moment you picked up the blanket from the floor. Your eyes were wide, staring up at him with bewilderment in them, your heartbeat banging in your ears, threatening to pop your eardrum off. His eyes were hungry, his jaw was clenched, and– You didn’t dare to look down at him. You didn’t dare to look at the thing that had filled you to the brim the night before because if you did, you didn’t know what you would do.

“Then, what is your final answer Peach? We done here? One time thing, that’s it?” You didn’t know what you expected, but not this. He was asking if this was the last time, not really convincing you to say otherwise. Did you want to be convinced to let this continue? What were you expecting from him?

“I–” Your mouth went dry, not knowing what to respond, but your mind knew exactly what it needed to be said. This, even if your body craves it once more, you cannot allow it. He shouldn’t either. You had to tell him that it was done but your eyes drifted to his lips at the same time he did to yours.

Will you be able to hold back from kissing him, knowing just how good it felt to do so? Will you be able to not look at him the way you have been doing for the past month? Will you be able to not think about how he fucked you speechless on those lonely nights of yours? You don’t know… You don’t want to know but–

“I’ll respect it. I’ll back off.” No. You don’t want him to back off. You don’t want him to stop, you don’t want to stop this, but you can’t let it happen. The group could be involved, the relationship you so craved of him would be destroyed if something were to happen. You closed your eyes as you swallowed harshly, to then look up at his eyes once more.

“It was just this one time… We were curious, and it’s– it’s done.”

You two stared one another down for a few seconds, and it was as if the both of you were expecting someone to break first. For one of you to grab the other’s face and kiss them stupid. You could feel his hot breath all over your face, even if he wasn’t that close. That’s just how hard he was breathing.

His jaw clenched once and then you saw him take a step away from you, turning and grabbing his boxers from the floor. You wanted to look. You really did but you couldn’t. You fucking couldn’t, so you turned your head the other way as you clutched the blanket to your chest. He put his boxers on and then stretched his back, looking at you once more.

“Well, then there’s that Peach. We’ll go back to how we were before all this… or well, try.” You were puzzled by those words, looking at him as you felt your heart clench in your chest.

“Try?”

“Well yes. Give me a little bit of time to forget about your tits and pussy, hard to look at your face when I have that in my head.” He was so fucking bold for saying this, making your face just flare up, and you looked away for him not to notice. You swallowed a lump of, you don’t even know what, as you stared at his dresser to keep your mind occupied.

“I see.” You didn’t know what to say. He wants to forget about last night and that’s what you wanted right? So why does it hurt your fucking ego? Why does it make your heart clench? It shouldn’t.

“Right. Okay. Well, I’ll let you put your clothes back on and you can go home.” And you snapped your head to look at him only to see him walking out after grabbing his shirt and pants, closing the door behind him. Your mouth fell open in disbelief and you slowly sat down on the bed once again.

What was that? Why did he agree so easily? But you wanted that? What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you feel like this? Why do you feel like you lost? Like you are making the wrong decision? It was just sex for fuck sake! There’s probably someone out there with Eddie’s same– same damn cock size! And– someone who can fuck you the way he did… someone who ate you out the way he did–

“Asshole.” You muttered through your teeth, not noticing you were showing them towards the door, a glare in your eyes. Fine, he wants to forget that night. He wants to forget you and your body. Perfectly fine, you’ll do the same. You’ll do the exact same, because this is how it should be. You made the right decision.

You did.

You’re enraged.

He really did not talk to you for the whole fucking week. You were basically back to how you two were a year ago, and you were hating it. You've gotten so used to talking to him everyday, sending funny memes to eachother, and just having fun, and now, it’s nonexistent.

But you sort of understood now what he meant about trying to forget… that. You understood because you can hardly stop thinking about it. You can hardly stop doubting yourself if your decision was the right one, debating the pros and cons about the situation. Of course the cons always won, it had to do with your friendship with him and the group, while the pros were… the pro was you could fuck him whenever you wanted.

You wanted to message him many times, but your dignity always won over as well as your respect for him to move away from you a bit to gather his thoughts once again. But fuck, you tried masturbating last night with the dildo you owned and– it just doesn’t satisfy you the way his cock did. You were enraged because Eddie Munson had ruined you for everyone else, or at least until you found someone that matches him in size and performance.

Robin doesn’t know and she will never know, and you hoped Eddie didn’t tell Steve. That was the last conversation you two had when you left his house, to keep this a secret. You couldn’t even accept his offer of him driving you home, preferring to just order a car to take you. You were awkward and nervous and you probably looked completely stupid, but can you be blamed?

You fucked your friend! You fucked someone you never thought you would fuck in your entire life! And you liked it– No, loved it and you wanted to do it again and again and again, but it just cannot be. You were also mad at yourself for wanting to do this again, despite knowing it was wrong. You hated that your body was already craving him desperately, wanting to feel him against you again, kiss you, fill you up and just turn you into a mess.

You wondered if Robin would kill you for it. She would probably be surprised and ask for details. You really need to stop thinking of him because tonight would be the first night you see him after literally riding him into oblivion and you have to pretend nothing ever happened between the two of you so your friends wouldn’t suspect anything at all.

How the fuck were you supposed to act normal?

Your doorbell rang and you looked at yourself in your full sized mirror again. A black simple strap dress with a black leather jacket on top. Hair done, makeup done, and some low heels. It was good enough and the air was starting to become warmer so, you were absolutely fine with a dress.

You took a deep breath in and walked towards the door, opening it to reveal Steve, Robin and Jonathan holding their drinks up. You smiled, feeling the nerves invade your belly knowing he could come at any minute. The group decided to go out this saturday for Argyle’s birthday. He didn’t want to celebrate his birthday but you all invited Eden this time so he gratefully said yes.

He decided on the club all of you were gonna go, and you could already guess it was going to be something different from the usual. Your eyes followed Steve as he entered the house with his boyfriend and roommate and you bit your bottom lip as your heart hammered in your chest. What if Eddie did tell him? Would he tell everyone?

You closed the door and you waited but no questions were asked and you didn’t notice Steve looking at you differently in any way. Same with Jonathan and thankfully Robin as well. He didn’t talk, which was good.

“So…” Robin began and your blood went cold. Jonathan and Steve smirked at one another and– fuck, did they know? Did Eddie talk? You’re gonna kill him, you’re gonna fucking murder him. “You were glowing this week at work.”

“Huh?” You asked, trying to act innocent, trying to act like your blood didn’t just run cold in your veins just now.

“Robin told me you looked refreshed. What happened when we left Eddie’s house, hmm?” Steve asked and you felt like your breathing was cutting off. You had to lie, you had to make up a lie, anything.

“Nothing happened?” You busied yourself as you all stood in the kitchen, opening up the six packs of beer and putting them inside your fridge. Jonathan leaned on the wall next to it, arms crossed as he looked at you.

“Oh, something did happen.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Lie, you have to lie.

“Okay, fine… Something– happened.” You mumbled and you heard Robin gasp, and you turned around to see Robin covering her mouth and then Steve’s eyes were about to bulge out of its sockets.

“With Eddie?” His voice seemed strained, almost angry through the shock. You winced and frowned, shaking your head.

“What? No! He hooked me up with– with his friend Jeff!”

Silence in the room. You gulped slowly as you looked at them, and then locked eyes with Robin. She was tilting her head in complete confusion as she stared at you. Her gaze fell on Steve who looked back at her and then you saw him sigh in relief.

Your shoulders fell down as you realized that it was indeed the right decision not to continue being friends with benefits with Eddie. By the looks of your friends, and especially Steve, you could see the fear behind the eyes. There was no happiness about it, or overall excitement for the two of you, just plain worry. Yeah, it was the better choice after all.

“You never told me you liked Jeff?” Robin looked at you once again and you shrugged, opening a beer for yourself.

“He looked nice that night and when you guys left he picked me up from Eddie’s and we went to a motel because he lives with Gareth.” You hoped they were buying your story because you would die if they didn’t.

“And?” Jonathan asked, holding onto your shoulder with a smirk on his face and you cleared your throat, took a sip of your beer and opened your mouth only for the doorbell to ring again and your heart stopped.

“I’ll get it! I want details so don’t start without me!” Robin yelled as she walked out of the kitchen and your blood drained your face. No, you cannot be this unlucky. You gulped as you took a bigger sip of your can and Steve was next to you, and if you squinted you could almost see a tail wag behind him.

“You never said anything! Like if it were someone random I don’t care, but Jeff? We know Jeff!” You rolled your eyes at him as you shook your head, feeling the nerves in your belly grow tenfold as you heard the door opening. You had to get out of this situation and fast.

“I would prefer to keep it to myself, I mean, like you said, it is someone you guys know–” And Jonathan rolled his eyes at you grabbing the rum and coke to start preparing his drink on your kitchen island.

“Oh please, just tell us if he was good and all that stuff.” You should have mentioned someone random from the party, someone they didn’t know. That’s why they’re fucking curious about it and you dug your own hole. You wanted to run away and not deal with this but then Robin marched back in with a smile to her face, Nancy holding her hand, Argyle, Eden and–

Fuck. He put his hair in a half ponytail just like you did that one time for him.

He was wearing a black button up linen shirt, open buttons at the top revealing his thin silver necklace. He was also wearing some worn out black colored pants, or jeans, you didn’t know, but fuck he looked good. Warm weather Eddie was going to fuck you over wasn’t he?

“Okay, continue!” Robin yelled as she sat on one of the stools, elbows on the counter and her chin on her hands with a smile on her face. Eddie’s eyes found yours and– shivers went down your spine as a flash of that night came to your mind. Him on top of you, moaning, thrusting in and out of you and you–

“Continue what?” Nancy snapped you out of your thoughts, making you look at her. Everyone was now waiting for you to continue and when you stuttered, not daring to look at Eddie, Jonathan talked for you.

“Robin said that since Eddie’s party, she–” and he made a nod at you making you wince”--has been in a special mood at work and now we found out why.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and Nancy gasped, covering her mouth and her head snapped towards Eddie. His eyes were wide as he looked at you, a look that only asked one thing of you. ‘Did you tell them?’

Your mouth opened and closed as you looked at him and Argyle was looking in between the two of you while elbowing Eden to the side. You wanted to talk but Eddie was looking at you with anger or with confusion, you couldn’t really tell, but maybe it was both. You stuttered a bit but Steve was the one who interrupted this time, and you wanted the earth to swallow you whole.

“She just told us Jeff came to pick her up that night after we left.” He chuckled and looked at you while your eyes snapped to the wall on your side, not wanting to look at Eddie anymore. Your whole body and face was on fire as you wondered what his reaction was right now.

“Jeff…” By the sound of his voice he was starting to connect the dots together, and a dry chuckle escaped him, making you frown and turn your head to look back at him. “Yeah. Didn’t know he was that good, Peach. Special mood?”

He was acting cocky now. A defiant look in his eyes and it reminded you of the Eddie of a year ago. Same look, same hateful gaze, arrogant, infuriating, making you want to walk over to him and strangle him until he couldn’t breathe anymore.

But it was still enough to send shivers down your spine, making you move a bit in your place.

“It wasn’t that good.” Was your short reply, biting the inside of your left cheek and you just now noticed that she had been preparing drinks for everyone.

“Really?” Robin asked while looking at you as she took a sip of her drink. Your mouth opened to answer only for the motherfucker to interrupt you once again, while walking towards you, his hand reaching next to you to open the fridge and take a beer out.

“Hmm, is that why Jeff agreed that it was a one time thing? Maybe the one that wasn’t good…” and he looked at you, glares being exchanged, your heart beating into your chest as you looked at him and you saw his nostrils flare slightly as he continued, “-- was you, little Peach.”

He slammed the door closed and you hissed at him, the sound startling you, but your anger was rising up, not being able to stop it as you fully faced him. Who does he think he is? Why does he feel that fucking entitled to treat you like this again?

“Slam my fridge one more fucking time Munson.” He cocked his head at you and Steve’s smile fell, immediately stepping in between you two, making you take a step back as well as Eddie, your eyes never leaving his, as he glared down at you.

“Okay, let’s not get too personal here…” Your breathing was deep, face burning with anger now, not knowing how to feel about this whole situation. Why was he acting so badly? He was the one who didn’t want to speak to you for a whole week, and he comes to your house and acts like a child?

“I was just protecting my friend Harrington. That’s all.” Eddie responded and took a sip of his beer before turning away from you. Your heart clenched at that, not really knowing why. You wanted to do something but you were not quite sure what. Just do something to him. But what?

You sighed as you looked at Robin who was looking back and forth to you and Eddie, while the other gave you one last look before turning to go to the living room, or to your balcony. You know Robin is worried, and you are too. Your heart clenched once more, feeling a pang of anxiety in the pit of your stomach.

All you wanted was to avoid this treatment. You wanted to avoid going back to the old ways Eddie and you treated eachother, yet you are still back into it. It was wrong to sleep with him. It was so wrong because now your friendship might be over thanks to ego, to pride, and you felt like crying.

God, you knew he had become a close friend, almost a best friend you could say, and now realizing you fucked it all up for one night just made you want to hit yourself in the face. You wondered if he had the same thoughts or worries in his head. If he also didn’t like this situation at all.

But even with all these feelings, as you walked out with everyone else from the kitchen, and you looked towards the balcony, you couldn’t help but look at his broad back as smoke left his mouth while looking at his phone–

Wait, why is he looking at his phone? Is he– Nope, you are not doing this. You are not. You are going to pretend the knot in your stomach is not there, because, why the fuck would you care if Eddie was talking to someone? He can! He is free to do so, and maybe one of his hookups will be at the club you were all gonna go and he was just securing a fucking pussy. Yes, and he has all the right.

Yet, you couldn’t help but rush towards your table to grab your cellphone and turn away so no one could peek at your phone. You opened Instagram and saw Eddie had posted a story, right before he arrived. Your heart beat wildly in your chest and your finger clicked on his picture, only for the story to pop up and–

You let out a sigh of relief, very quietly, as you saw it was a goofy picture of him, Nancy, Argyle, and Eden in the mirror of your elevator. Wait, why are you relieved? If he wanted to post a shirtless picture on the mirror he could. It would probably score him some girl tonight for him to fuck, and he has all the right to do so because he wanted to forget about your body. And, did he say you weren’t good?

He fucking did. Anger bubbled up in your chest and you turned to see him in the balcony still, and you saw everyone else minding their own business, so you walked towards the sliding doors and stepped out, closing them behind you. Eddie looked over his shoulder and a dry huff escaped him before putting the cigarette on his lips again and taking a big puff.

“So, Jeff, huh.” He mumbled as he let the smoke out and your eyebrow twitched as you walked closer, standing next to him.

“You wanted me to tell the truth? I didn’t know Robin had been talking behind my back about how I–” Oh you chose your words wrong. A smirk broke on his lips, turning to face you with a piercing gaze, making you straighten up in your place.

“How you…? How you were glowing the whole week as Steve said? Or probably how satisfied you looked after riding my dick?” You gasped at how straightforward he was being. Didn’t he need the space to forget any kind of thoughts regarding that night? Thoughts about you? You cleared your throat and looked away, into the horizon, avoiding his eyes completely.

“Don’t give yourself so much credit. I bet you were also in a fucking great mood this week, let’s not forget how ‘I took you so well.’” You heard a groan from him and you turned your head to look at him with a frown and he was looking at you with those sharp eyes, jaw clenched and his free hand clenching onto the rail of the balcony.

“Now it is you who is giving herself way too much fucking credit.”

“I’m literally treating you the same way you are treating me. I didn’t know you would become a fucking asshole again after I said no!” You tried to keep your voice low, but high enough for him to know you were angry. He scoffed and shook his head, taking another puff of his cigarette before he continued talking.

“Don’t you fucking remember? I can read people like the back of my hand, and that is why I’m so goddamned angry at you.” Your mouth fell open as your body burnt from… anger? You didn’t know anymore. You just felt restless, and you felt like he could see right through you at the moment. Could he see how there is a part of you that regrets telling him no? That you want to kiss him again? That you want to feel him again? Can he see all of that?

“Stop with that bullshit Eddie. Did I crush your fucking ego? Is that the issue here?” You scoffed and you saw him clench his jaw as he straightened up, chuckling under his breath. There was tension between you, both are hunters ready to pounce, there’s no small and defenseless prey here. You’re both baring your teeth out at eachother to see who breaks first.

“You’re really up on that stupid high horse, aren’t you Peach?” His voice was rough, trying his best to probably sound cruel, but all you wanted was to pull him to your lips. You really need to fucking stop. “You started the insult, and I finished it.”

“I didn’t start shit! You made fun of my lie–”

“You know what, let’s just–” He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath to then exhale, looking down at you. “-- let’s just move on from this. You slept with Jeff last saturday, that’s the lie, let’s stick to it.”

“Yes, and he had a good time with me as well, even if he wants to fucking deny it just because I don’t want to do it again.” He was containing his own anger inside and you know it. He bit his bottom lip as he gave small nods while his nose flared up. He was pissed. Absolutely pissed. You were being a fucking hypocrite, and a liar.

“Believe what you want. In the end, you seem to be the one who looked refreshed this week.” You frowned at that, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh, and you didn’t?”

“Nope. I actually wasn’t refreshed. Hopefully, I can change that tonight.” You frowned in confusion as you turned to look at how he put out his cigarette on the ashtray. What did he mean? You felt nervousness as he looked at you one more time. Without saying another word he opened the sliding door and stepped inside. You stood there, processing what had just happened, wondering what he truly meant.

Was he going to try to make a move on you tonight? The tension is there, the bantering is there and you should be disgusted or afraid of him making a move but why do you feel… elated? You feel happy or giddy from knowing that he is angry yet he might come onto you again.

Should you put condoms in your bag? Maybe, it doesn’t really hurt, but– no, no. You are not fucking him again. This is final. The group reacted badly when they suspected it was Eddie, which he was, but then they sighed with relief when they ‘knew’ it wasn’t. You sighed yourself as you held onto the rail and looked out into the city.

This really wasn’t supposed to be like this, but you can’t deny you are attracted to Eddie. More than any hookup you had before. It’s like you tried him once and it was enough to make you addicted. Nobody made you feel that way… well… except–

No time to think about that. No time to think about anything. You have to go back to being friends with Eddie. You can’t be salty or angry at one another because this little adventure happened between the two of you. You don’t want to lose Eddie, and you were trying to avoid it, but in the end, it didn’t matter, because it feels like you are losing him either way.

So you took a deep breath in and walked back into the living room, not wanting to look Eddie’s way but it was like you were magnetized to him. You tried focusing on getting to know Eden, and she was really cool, very Argyle in all the good sense. She was the perfect match for him, and her alternative clothes were a contrast to Argyle’s vibrant ones. It was cute.

You were on your second beer now, minutes had passed, almost an hour, and you didn’t want to drink anymore. Eddie has not been interacting or looking your way, and you are restless for some reason. Didn’t he say– No, if he does try something the answer is no.

Even when you two were left alone in the kitchen for a whole minute, you didn’t share any words as you cleaned up to finally go to the club. You kept glancing at him, but he pretended you were non existent. Your heart ached at how he was treating you because before anything happened he was your friend first, and now you also lost that.

You opened your mouth to talk to him, tell him you didn’t mean what you said, just something for him to finally talk to you the way he always did, but you were interrupted when Jonathan came into the kitchen.

“Welp, you guys ready?” He was sober, being the designated driver this time. Eddie only drank one beer and he stopped because he was going to take the people that came with him home as well. You nodded as you closed the trash bag and walked out the kitchen.

“Is everything okay between you and Eddie?” Robin asked worriedly. You didn’t really know what to tell her. Everyone for sure noticed the cold shoulders between the both of you, or how you talked to one another before. They weren’t blind, nor deaf.

“Um we– It seems that my comment towards Jeff didn’t sit right with him. And then he insulted me back so–”

“But I saw you two talking outside?” She asked with a small slur on her tongue. You sighed and rubbed her shoulder.

“Yeah, I am not saying sorry and he isn’t either.” Robin rolled her eyes at the two of you, knowing how childish that sounded.

“So, is everyone ready to go celebrate the great Argyle’s birthday?” Steve said a little too loud and you smiled weakly at his state of drunkenness. You heard Eddie laugh at him and your stomach flipped at the sound. This stupid crush towards your friend should be gone by now. It should, you already killed that curiosity, you know how it feels, you know how he does, it should be done.

“Let’s go amigos! You’re gonna like this club!” Eden cheered at her boyfriend as you remembered your purse, walking to your room to get it. This was going to be an outing with friends, so you should act like it. You will try to do some innocent talk with Eddie, maybe things flow naturally between the two of you again if you try.

Maybe.

Or maybe fucking not.

He is avoiding you like the plague. Argyle brought you all to a club that plays Latin music mostly, so it was easy for all of you to just stand around a table, drinking as you talked, laughing when Argyle did a shot of Jagermeister and almost spit it out, but his girlfriend took it like a champ.

Steve and Robin were drunk, as always. Jonathan was sober trying to fix Steve’s hair while the other tried kissing his boyfriend, and Nancy was giddy, just hugging Robin from behind, and then Eddie… Eddie and you were sober. He was across from you, when a week ago he probably preferred to stand next to you, knowing the two of you were the single people in the group. You both shared that in common, and now you are separated while the couples around you were all over eachother.

You wanted to go dance, to distract yourself from it all, but no one was making any moves to do so. You turned around to look into the dancefloor, and the women were dancing sensually, exotic even, and then, a dark haired girl walked in front of you, her dress glistening from the lights in the club. You were mesmerized by her, not even hiding the fact you were looking at her, but she noticed, looking back at you.

She was really beautiful, and then she winked at you while walking away. Oh… That should have gotten you to make a move. To go after her, but– Fuck, why don’t you feel like going after her? You sighed, turning around to take a small sip of your glass of water only to find a pair of eyes, digging into your skull.

He was glaring your way, and you wondered if it was his ego once more. You got flirted at and he hadn’t. That’s all it was. You rolled your eyes at him and grabbed your glass, turning back around to avoid looking at him again. You felt your heart accelerating as you tried to think of ways to not think about him at all.

But the more you pondered, the more you realized that you didn’t go after that girl because– Fuck, you can’t, you can’t want him! It’s wrong, it’s wrong, it’s wrong. The two beers you had probably were enough to make you this stupid. You had to go dance with someone, or get away from Eddie, but you didn’t have to. Eddie was heading to the dancefloor with Steve and Argyle, the two drunks. You only guessed he was going as a chaperone for them.

But what if someone–

You looked at Eden and smiled, nodding towards the dancefloor to join the boys. She smiled back at you, linked her arm around yours, and dragged you to the middle where the guys were. You just wanted to dance, that’s the whole reason you came to dance with them. Steve immediately grabbed you and twirled you around, making you giggle at how he almost stepped all over your feet.

“I don’t know how to dance any of this shit, but I sure as hell will try!” You heard him yell and you shook your head at him, only to then be pushed on your back, making you stumble over. You gasped and tried to grab onto anyone. A pair of arms wrapped around you before you tumbled to the floor, and your face was pressed to a chest, the leather like cologne filling your nostrils, making your heart thump faster.

“Watch the fuck out!” You heard Eddie yell over the music, and then you felt as if he shoved someone. You wanted to remain here, in his arms, and then– memories of that night started coming to your mind. You felt yourself burning all over, and particularly downwards. Fuck–

“God, there was enough space for him to go through!” You heard Eden complain and then you were being pushed away, gently, the arms unwrapping from your body. You looked up to see those brown irises looking back at you, reminding you of that time where he supposedly hated you, yet still defended you from an asshole.

You don’t want this to be like that time, where he felt obligated to act heroic. He didn’t hate you now, did he? It’s just a rough patch in your relationship and you have to get over it. His hand squeezed your right shoulder and you felt shivers running down your entire spine.

“You alright?” His voice was loud but he wasn’t screaming. You gulped and nodded, feeling cold when the hand retracted. How long will it have to be for you to at least feel Eddie’s embrace again? A hug. Anything… but–

“Thanks…” You muttered under your breath. He gave a single nod, looking back at Argyle who was now trying to twerk to a song, and all you could do is stare at his side profile.

Stop. Stop. Stop. You can’t fuck him again.

He said you were jealous, and you weren’t! You were curious only! You just wanted to know if he kept hookups as friends later on. Was that so bad? Was it bad to be curious about what a friend does in their life? In their relationships? No, it isn’t. You know everything about Robin, and you just wanted to have the same level of knowledge on Eddie.

You weren’t fucking jealous. You didn’t like him that way even, it was just attraction, so how could you be jealous over someone you just like physically?

“I’m off to get water.” You heard him talk, and you saw him walk away, and now you didn’t want to dance anymore. You bit your bottom lip as you stared at him until he got lost in the crowd. You wanted to follow him and talk to him, but you couldn’t. Maybe tomorrow, because right now it is for certain he doesn’t want to talk to you at all.

“C’mon brochacha, dance with me! I’m the birthday boy!” You giggled at Argyle and he was right. You weren’t enjoying your friend’s birthday because of these stupid thoughts. Because of Eddie. You tried to calm your heart and dance with him, laughing when he tried to show you and Steve how to dance this music, and Steve just failed miserably.

You were laughing, songs passing and your worries started to leave your mind. Jonathan, Robin and Nancy joined after, but no sign of Eddie. It didn’t matter, because you were laughing as you were twirled around by Nancy. The music was not something the lot of you listened daily, but at least they were very well known songs.

Your bladder suddenly yelled at you for release. You have been holding it in for thirty minutes already, and you had to rush to the bathroom. You leaned over to Eden to yell to her over the music and into her ear so she could hear you.

“Where’s the bathroom!?”

“Next to the left side of the bar!” You nodded and gave her a thumbs up. You told everyone you were going to the bathroom and you started swimming through the sea of people. You avoided a few men that tried grabbing your hand in order to dance with you, rolling your eyes at the insistence. You finally stepped out of the dancefloor and saw the bathroom sign over the entrance of a hallway, but as you walked towards it, your head turned to the left only for your face to completely fall.

Eddie was leaning against the bar counter, smiling down at a girl. Both of them with drinks in their hands. Didn’t he say he was getting water? When did that change to alcohol? And how did he get to flirt with a girl this quickly? Your mouth was dry as you felt your belly turning, feeling your ego being crushed for some fucking reason.

You turned and walked down the hallway, your knees feeling like jelly. You rushed to get inside the lady’s room and into a stall. You could hear all the girls talk but all you could think about was Eddie’s flirtatious smile towards this stranger. You should feel happy for him, like, good for him for getting some.

You relieved yourself, knees hurting from having to hold yourself up from not touching the toilet seat, and you walked to wash your hands, looking at your reflection as foam appeared on your palms. Your heart was hammering in your chest, and why– why are you thinking like this?

You feel sick. Maybe you are sick. You felt like you wanted to puke, your stomach was turning and your throat was closing up on you. Everything was spinning and you felt dizzy, and angry, and like your dignity was fucking squashed into the floor. At least he shouldn’t flirt with her in your face? You didn’t flirt with that girl before, and he is just–

What the fuck are you thinking? He is nothing to you and you are nothing to him, so why are you thinking like this? You really do feel sick don’t you? You need to go home, but everyone wants to stay most likely, so who on earth can take you home? Maybe just order a car?

Meanwhile, Eddie was outside, in the bar, having the most boring conversation there is with a girl that started talking to him out of nowhere. He was really going to get water, but maybe this was a good opportunity to try to go back to who he was before having a taste of you.

She wasn’t exactly his type, but she was very pretty. She just seemed the typical airhead who laughs at whatever he says for his attention, the hand trick on his arm, the lip biting. Nothing like you flirted with him. It was subtle and you didn’t even know you were doing it, thinking it was simple bantering.

That’s what it was at first, and now you two are back to how you were months ago. He didn’t want to treat you the way he did, but he was angry. He knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you, and he understood you. He really did understand your point of view, and why you were so afraid, but fuck did he want you again. He knows the woman in front of him won’t satisfy him, but if he isn’t going to be able to have you, then he should just refresh his contact list.

“And then, we just like, drank a whole keg and it was insane.” Her voice was nasal, and her topic of conversation revolved around her solely. He faked a smirk, and he was already told that Argyle and Eden were heading to a motel after this. He didn’t need to know, but that leaves him with no passengers because he knows Nancy is leaving with Robin. So… he can easily take this girl back to his place.

He has to start trying to not think about your body because that’s all he did this past week. Seeing you tonight, in that dress, just made him want to grab you and take you to your room and just bend you over on all fours on your desk and rail into you, over and over again. Make you scream the way you did a week ago. But he can’t do that.

So, taking this girl back to his place is. He opened his mouth to talk to her only to be interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. He turned his head, frowning in surprise as he saw you standing next to him. You were nervous, and you were a bit shaky from what he could see. He felt his stomach do a stupid twirl, and he wondered if something happened to you.

“Hi, sorry to interrupt um– I– I feel sick…” Now he was confused. His head tilted to the side in question, an eyebrow rising as he looked at you. You felt sick?

“Um… Alright Peach, go tell Jonathan.” Eddie was trying to understand why you were interrupting him, but he didn’t have to wonder for long.

“You promised me you were my ride tonight… Plus they don’t seem like they want to go…” Oh. Oh you were a fucking bitch. He didn’t make such a promise and you knew it. You saw him flirting with someone else, and just like he predicted, you became jealous, to the point of interrupting him.

“Right. You feel sick and you want to leave now, is that correct?” Your jaw clenched while looking up at him with those glossy eyes of yours. You slowly nodded at him and he had to gather his thoughts for a second, his heart thumping in his chest in excitement. He didn’t plan this at all, he really was going to respect your choice even if you were lying and he didn’t like it either.

“Aww, but I was having fun.” The girl in front of him pouted and fuck, he already forgot her name. The adrenaline of leaving with you overtaking him completely, excited to feel you around him again, hopeful to feel you cum around his cock and yell his name like seven days ago.

“I’m sorry baby, but I did promise her I was her ride for tonight.” He side-eyed you for a moment, and you were fiddling with your fingers while looking away. He wondered what you were thinking right now.

“Can I at least have your instagram? Snapchat?” His eyes turned to look at the girl in front of him again, and he chuckled, shaking his head.

“Sorry, I don’t own social media.” And before she could ask for his number, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, turning you towards the entrance of the club, making sure you didn’t bump into anyone. He felt you tense up under his touch, or shiver, but it filled him with pride knowing he was making you feel this way just by touching your shoulder.

Once you two were out, he let go of your shoulders and he saw you looking back at the club, and then continued walking next to him. He didn’t see you drink, just at your home and those two beers. He knows you are not drunk, and you did whatever you did back there completely conscious.

The car was not far away, and there were no words exchanged by the two of you. His heart was beating loudly, hearing his blood flowing, already feeling his belly burn with need. He couldn’t believe how primal he became when you were next to him now. You were a fucking drug.

He opened the passenger’s seat for you and you looked at him as you slowly got inside, your eyes never breaking contact with one another’s. He felt his hands itching to touch you, knowing he is a few minutes away to actually get to touch you the way he did a week ago. He closed the door and while rounding the car, he messaged Argyle and Nancy to tell them he is taking you home because you were really sick.

He wondered if they were going to buy that lie. He honestly didn’t actually care, not when his stomach turned with adrenaline at the thought of eating you out again, or feel you cum around his cock, very tight at the base, bottoming out completely inside of you. He got into the driver’s seat and he saw you were texting, probably Jonathan since he was the sober one.

But, he didn’t see excitement in your face. He could detect hints of doubt, of worry, embarrassment? He was about to talk when your phone started ringing, your eyes frowning in confusion and answering it.

“Hello?” You asked and motioned for him to start driving. He started the car and he got out of the parking space to start driving… to your house? His? “Robin, you are drunk– I’m– Yeah, I’m fine! Eddie is taking me home.”

To your house it is, okay. He leaned over to talk over the phone so that Robin could hear him talk, knowing she won’t remember shit from this night.

“We’re gonna go have sex with eachother Robin!” He felt you push his shoulder, and he could hear how Robin went ‘That’s impossible!’ and he snorted as he kept his eyes on the road. You cursed under your breath as you got on the phone with Robin again.

“He– Of course he lied, god Robin– Yes, I do feel sick… Uh huh.” You closed your eyes, head thumping on the headrest of your seat as you kept listening to your friend. He fixed himself on his own because– for some reason, there was anger bubbling inside of him, and he was hoping his intuition was wrong. “Yeah, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Bye.”

He saw you hang up and sigh, putting the phone into your purse again. Should he ask? Should he just drive to your place without a word? He was never in this position and now he is realizing just how different it is to fuck a stranger from a friend.

“So… sick huh.” He started and you gulped, staring out your window.

“Y-Yeah… I’m honestly feeling icky. Nauseous and stuff.” And he frowned, his gut already turning with a bad feeling, an awful taste in his mouth at your words. Were you serious? No, he definitely knows you are lying.

“Wait, you’re actually sick?”

“Yeah, I was– in the bathroom trying not to puke before talking to you.” And– Oh he was pissed.

“You– Oh my fucking god!” His foot stepped on the gas, and his speed raised a bit more as he turned left, completely getting off the route to your house. You gasped as you held onto the handle above the window, and he knew you were a bit afraid, but he wanted to murder you right now.

“What the fuck Munson! Take me home!” You could see how the buildings started becoming smaller, then houses–

“No, you and I are going to have a fucking talk, Peach.” He gave you an unamused laugh as you saw the trees coming closer, your stomach turning wildly from nerves, of anger, of excitement? You are not sure anymore. You didn’t do anything wrong. You truly felt sick, you could feel it.

“We don’t have to talk about anything! I just need to get home to rest–” You hear him groan loudly at your response and he turns onto a dirt road, making the car swing around as he gets deeper into the trees around you. You knew there was some kind of countryside outside of the city, but not with trees. It looks more like an ecological park than anything.

Suddenly he comes to a stop, both of you jerking forward, stopped by your seatbelts. Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest as you looked at him, wide-eyed. He turned off the headlights, leaving your surroundings in complete darkness, and the only thing illuminating the inside of his car was the small navigating screen in the middle.

“You are a fucking bitch, you know that?” His voice was low as he almost ripped the seatbelt off of him, running a hand over his face. He couldn’t really believe what you just did, and the fact you are denying it is bringing back all those old feelings he had for you again. How much he hated seeing you lie over and over again in front of Robin. Lying about who you were. But this time, this involves him, and you are lying into his face and even fucking his night over.

“Excuse me? What the hell is your problem!?” You were angry at him because he basically kidnapped you, taking you far away from the city and your friends, and all you wanted was to get home and curl up in your bed. Didn’t you?

“My problem? Oh, I don’t know, the fact I was about to score a fuck for tonight until you showed up and demanded me to take you home, LYING that I promised to be your drive back, when we both know I didn’t agree to shit!” He was looking at you, both of your chests going up and down with heavy breaths. You felt your belly dropping lower and lower, the consequences of your actions now coming clean in front of your face, but you won’t admit that to him.

“I– I had to do it because no one wanted to leave! That’s that!”

“And your best option was to lie to me, when you knew I was actually busy? You’re full of fucking bullshit and you know I know it.” His eyes were like daggers into your skull, your soul, your heart. He could see you and he could feel your lies and your tricks. It’s not that you didn’t want him to be with someone else, you just felt sick at the moment, that’s all.

“I felt sick! I really did!” You squealed out, making him huff as he let out a fake chuckle, shaking his head.

“Yeah, sick because I was going to stick my dick in someone else’s cunt and not yours.” Your whole stomach, intestines, and lungs made a turn, knocking the air out of you in an instant. How dare he? How fucking dare he say that about you when it was nothing like that?

It wasn’t.

“I– The world doesn’t revolve around you Munson! Why would I care about something like that? The fuck you think you are? The best I’ve ever had or some shit?” You wanted to scoff at that because you were lying. You were fucking lying but you cannot admit it to him. His face turned to you, a glare directed into your soul and you felt a shiver run down your whole body.

“I fucking know I am the best you’ve ever had. And I know you are regretting saying it was a one-time thing.”

Your body was set aflame at that, and you knew you were becoming aroused each second that passed. You were aroused at the bantering? Were you for real? You couldn’t do this, you had to get home because you were feeling your body tremble with adrenaline as your stomach did somersaults.

“You’re so fucking full of yourself, you know that?” He was angry, you could see it in the way his jaw clenched and unclenched, how he was looking at you with murderous eyes, and you didn’t really have a way to defend yourself at this point but just keet arguing with him.

“Me? Fine princess. I’ll just pretend you admitted you regretted your fucking choices and so you ruined my night.” You were fuming, thighs rubbing together as your impulsiveness started to get hold of you. Your hands were restless as you looked at him, whole body flushed and burning from inside out.

“Admit!? I didn’t admit shit, and it wasn’t like that! Why can’t you just accept that!?” Your voices were loud, and you were glad no one was around you, at least nowhere close.

“Because you’re a fucking liar Peach!” His whole body was turned to you and you felt your heart hammering in your chest, blood pumping in your ears and your breath was heavy and elaborated. Your eyes were scanning his eyes, his lips as they moved, the vein on his neck, his hand as he flayed it around when he talked.

“Why the fuck would I lie about something like that!?” You gritted out of your teeth and you could feel the tension inside the car, how the air became heavy, two predators waiting for one to pounce onto the other. You dug your nails into your thighs as he rolled his eyes at you, a final scoff out of his lips.

“The sooner you admit it, the sooner we can get this over with and fuck eachother stupid, because I know you want that as much as I do.” Your mouth fell open at that, jaw dropping to your thighs almost. Your hands gripped onto your seatbelt that was still tight on you, glaring at him with sharp eyes.

“No, I do not.” He lets out a chuckle at that, shaking his head and then giving you one nod as his tongue licks on his bottom lip, trying to contain himself, his eyes looking forward and out of the windshield.

“Alright, then it’s done. I’ll take you home and I’ll go back to the club.” Your heart hammered in your chest because, why? It’s already late, he wouldn’t be able to get in. Would he? You felt your entire skin burning, your fingertips up in flames as well as your cheeks. Your body trembled and you couldn’t pinpoint why. It felt like a mixture of things, adrenaline, excitement, euphoria, anger, and– your ego being squashed.

That is all it fucking was. Your pride being destroyed right on your face. Why do you feel like this when you were the one who made the decision? He wanted to keep doing it but you refused and– You didn’t want him to fuck another girl, at least not in front of you.

Because you know you were the best he ever had.

You unbuckled your seatbelt, the noise of it making Eddie turn to look at you, your body immediately reaching for him over the console. You heard him take a sharp intake of breath, as if in a hiss, meeting you in the middle, the both of you breathing heavily, desperate for one another. Your hands grasped his face, his left hand moving to your waist, right hand on the back of your neck, and you two gave one another one final look, before closing your eyes and hungrily taking eachother’s lips.

You kissed him with the purpose of taking his breath away. You wanted to leave no air at all in his lungs as the lip smacking could be heard inside the car, loudly so. Your fingernails went into his scalp, earning a groan from his part. You wanted to die from embarrassment because you realized how desperate you were to separate your thighs for him, so you rubbed them together as his hand on your waist gripped even harder, his fingertips digging into the fabric of your dress.

Your heads turned from side to side as the kiss grew more fierce, rougher, and sloppier. You wanted to feel him again, rub yourself on him, get him inside of you as quickly as possible. You don’t even know if you have the strength to go to his or your house at this point, the need being too unbearable.

You moaned into his mouth when his hand moved downwards, gripping your ass and you felt a sweat moving all over your body, drenching you from how hot the car felt. How hot you felt. He chuckled into the kiss at your moan which earned him a tug on his hair from your part. He growled into his throat and his hand left your ass. You wanted to whine at the loss of touch, but then he pulled away, making the both of you look at one another, and then, his seat went all the way backwards, away from the steering wheel, his left hand on the lever underneath his seat.

You didn’t hesitate, not a single second, your breathing heavy as you moved quickly over the console, not caring if you were flashing him at all, you just needed to sit down on the bulge you could clearly see on his pants. Feel him once more because who were you going to lie to right now? Lie about how you didn’t think of messaging him all week and tell him to fuck what you said before? Lie about how you were close to visiting him at his shop and probably suck his cock under his desk?

Yeah, whatever friendship you had with Eddie, it’s gone.

Your knees were against the leather seat, one on each side of his hips and your hands cradled his face once again, leaning down to kiss his lips just like seconds before. Your head was bumping slightly against the roof of the car but you didn’t care. It will be a bit uncomfortable but it’s not something you really care for right now.

His right hand gripped the lever on the side to lean the back of his seat downwards, just slightly, not all the way. You didn’t stop kissing him for a second, and then your hips collided with his and he couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, almost a whimper, which you reciprocated with a moan of your own. You could feel him through your wet underwear, rubbing deliciously against you and the zipper’s fly of his pants catching onto your aching clit.

Your hips were rubbing against him aggressively, not caring if he noticed how desperate you were because, by how his hands started gripping your waist, and by how his own hips swayed on the seat back and forth with you tells you he was in the exact same situation as you were.

Eddie grunted into the kiss as he felt his dick become harder, twitch at every movement, and he was probably leaking a lot of precum already. This whole week had been torturous for him, not being able to get you out of his head and no matter how many times he jerked off and dedicated his cum to your name, it wasn’t enough.

And right now, this wasn’t what he had planned. He had planned to meet a chick at the club to take home and try to satiate himself with her, even if he knew damn well it wasn’t going to work out, he still wanted to try. He didn’t expect your jealousy, or whatever it is called because the two of you do not like eachother, not in that way.

This was just physical attraction.

He knew he was territorial. He had his reasons to, but you, you were a mystery to him. Maybe it was your ego, your pride, and it probably really was. Maybe if you weren’t there and you found out later, you wouldn’t have cared. Would he care if he found out about you sleeping with someone else? Missing a night out and to find out you went out and fucked some guy or girl–

The thought made his mind spin, his right hand flying up to grip the back of your head, yanking onto your hair so you would open your mouth. A gasp escaped you, your lips parting over his, and he took this opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth in order to meet yours. Your moans filled his throat and he felt as if he came back to life once more after the fucking week he had.

Your hands, now clawed onto his shoulders, nails digging into the stupid shirt he is wearing that looks way too good on him and you want to see it in complete shreds. Your hips started circling onto him, and you moaned into his mouth as your clit was rubbed on, your cunt just getting wetter at each roll. His hips were jerking upwards, his need to be inside of you growing each second.

You were pathetically clenching around nothing. Fuck, he felt too good, and you were so stupid for saying that it should have been a one-time thing only, and he is not even inside you yet. His dick is still inside his pants and you already felt cockdrunk on him, but it feels too good to stop. You could already feel the coil in your belly turning, finally pleased to have what it has been craving for.

His tongue was greedily licking onto yours, tasting you and devouring you, eating you whole. He wanted to eat you out again, have your pussy in his mouth, and make you crumble under his touch, but it seems there is going to be another time after this. Your hands went down his chest, and your breaths were heavy against eachother, and he couldn’t help but feel… victorious. He gripped your hair in order to pull away from you, keeping his lips close to yours and he smirked when a whimper fell from your pouted and puffy lips.

“One time thing my fucking ass, right Peach?” Your eyes were glistening with lustful tears, and you glared at him, grunting at his cockiness. You responded by rolling your hips against his, making him choke on his breath.

“Shut the fuck up Munson, my pussy drove you so mad that you didn’t think rationally at all. One of us had to be the voice of reason, and it wasn’t going to be you.” At your response, his eyes looked at you with a murderous stare, and his nostrils were flaring up at you, showing how pissed off your comment made him.

But you were right on that.

He wanted you so bad that he didn’t want to see how it would affect the entire group and not just the two of you. He wanted to be inside of you again so bad that he was willing to risk it all. He wanted you again. He needed you again. But you are never going to hear that coming from his mouth.

“You say that, yet I had the intention of taking someone home tonight, and trust me Peach, you weren’t a choice.” And now it was your turn to glare into his eyes because, how fucking dare he? How dare he say something like that to you? Why does that hurt you? Why do you feel so angry? Why does it feel like he just carved a hole somewhere in your body?

Your hand flew to grip his chin, tilting his head back as his hand let go of your hair, letting you dive into his neck and biting him. It wasn’t that harsh, but it was enough to sink your teeth in if just a little bit. He winced, clenching his eyes as he felt his whole body tremble at the sensation. You were marking him up. Fuck, if only you knew what it was doing to him.

His dick twitched in his pants, making him groan in pain at how much pressure was being put onto him, your relentless rubbing against him making it all worse. His breathing was shaky, your tongue now lapping at the part where you had bitten. You proceeded to kiss him there, the burning in your belly becoming even more unbearable.

You pulled away from him with a pop, trying to not hit the roof of the car with your head, and his hands gripped onto your jacket, pulling it down your shoulders and you helped him with taking it off. His mouth latched onto your neck this time, and you sat down on his thighs as you sighed in delight at his kisses. He knew he couldn’t mark you now, it would be too obvious since he probably has your fucking teeth engraved in his neck right now.

Your hands went to his pants, and you thanked the heavens he didn’t wear a belt today. It was just a matter of seconds before you had unbuttoned him and pulled the fly of his zipper down. You were so close, and then– he pulled away.

“Shit, fuck–”

“What is it?” You were infuriated. Why was he stopping? Why was he stopping you now?

“I don’t have a condom sweetheart, and as much as I would love to fuck you raw, who knows what dick’s been in there.” That earned him a bite to his bottom lip this time, making him whimper against you. Fuck. This was another side of you that he never expected. He loved it. No one ever treated him like this, as if he was owned, as if he should know his place. This was new. You were new.

“I’m more worried about where your dick’s been. I have condoms in my purse.” And that earned you a smirk from him, his bottom lip now red and pulsing from your bite.

“So, you came prepared.”

“And who says you were a choice?” At that, Eddie only leans in towards you, and you could see him inhaling, how his pupils dilated even more for just a second, and then focused on your face once again.

“Oh baby, I know I was your only choice.” His and your eyes were locked on one another, fire and sparks flying between the two of you. Your jaw clenched, looking at the purse sitting on the passenger’s seat and then back at him.

“You’re gonna put it on or not?” And his hand flew to reach your purse, without taking his eyes off you. He hands it to you and you take just one second to stick your hand in and then into the small side pocket to take the condom out. You could see your phone lighting up from the movement, and that you had notifications, more than thirty minutes passed since you left the club. It can wait.

He threw the purse back to the side, and you raised yourself a bit from his thighs as you opened the condom with your teeth. He was mesmerized by you, not being able to take his eyes off you as he raised his hips to push his pants and boxers down to his bent knees. You took the latex out of the foil and you threw it away, not caring where it landed really.

You looked down to see his cock, up, alert, red, and leaking for you. You wanted to bend down and lick it clean, to taste it again, but your pussy is begging for it. It has been begging for it for the past week. You gulped as you felt your mouth watering, the back of your head touching the roof of the car from being kneeled on the seat.

Eddie was seeing how you were biting your bottom lip, looking down at his cock and– fuck you were going to be the death of him because if he is not inside you in the next three seconds, he is going to explode. He grabbed the condom from your hand, and immediately rolled it down, holding in a pathetic moan from finally feeling some friction, but it’s stupid to feel it from his own hands.

Your left hand pressed on his shoulder as the right one lifted the hem of your dress up towards your stomach, keeping it bunched up there, finally revealing your underwear to him. He licked the inside of his cheek as he saw how you pushed your thong to the side, and fuck– he could see it. He could see how sticky your underwear was to your pussy from how wet you were. He felt his heart punching his chest with the need to go down on you again, but you didn’t give him time to think at all.

You were already guiding yourself on top of him, the head of his cock gliding between your folds and catching onto your clit, making you moan with relief. Your body shook with adrenaline as Eddie’s hands went to your hips, bracing himself for the moment he had been dreaming of for days. He should have put music on because this was going to be loud, he knew it–

His thoughts were shut off as you started sinking down on him, no need for foreplay, no time for it. It was stupid to try to stop this. It was stupid to try to make this a one-time thing. It was stupid to try to make it seem as if the attraction was not there. It was stupid to try to deny that the year of hatred just made you both want eachother even more. Craving a friendship, or this, you don’t know.

A smile spread on your lips while you bit your bottom lip, your eyes closed as you relished in the feeling of finally having him inside, and you couldn’t wait to feel like last saturday again. Full. Satisfied. Relaxed. You didn’t notice how Eddie was fighting off closing his own eyes so he could drink you in. You were smiling while taking his cock, slowly, inch by inch. Fuck, he can’t wait to feel you around him, to feel you pulsating, throbbing, and then the clench. That delicious fucking clench.

He threw his head back on the headrest as your mouth finally opened with a silent moan, and you looked down to where the two of you were connecting, finally opening your eyes. Your left hand on his shoulder while the other gripped the roof handle on his side for some leverage. If you didn’t, then you were for sure going to sink down at once, and even if you know you can take him, you also know you didn’t stretch yourself out first. You’re wet enough to go slow, but not to immediately slam down on him like you did last time.

“Oh, holy fuck…” He moaned out, breaths leaving his lungs in huffs, holding himself back from thrusting his hips upwards. The more you took him, the more he was beginning to lose control of his movements. He didn’t want you to be in charge, that was his job… but fuck, you looked so good like this.

You could feel him filling you up, finally swallowing up his base, noticing how his back arched from the backrest, just slightly, as well as a whimper leaving his lips. He looks so good, he feels so good. Your breath was completely out of your lungs as you adjusted to his size, walls fluttering around him, pulsating, sucking him in and not letting him go anywhere anytime soon.

He let out a loud grunt, almost a growl, opening his eyes when your hips finally touched his. He was breathing heavily through his nose as he looked where you clearly swallowed him whole, his cock deep inside of you, and your face did not show a single sign of pain, of hurt, of displeasure. He had some doubts from last time, that maybe the euphoria of it all let you take him the way you did but– no… No, you could take him.

You can fucking take him.

“God, yes...” You breathed out when you felt the tip of his cock just touch you in places you’ve never felt before, or in a while. You weren’t sure, and you really weren’t. All you know is that now you feel amazing, and that’s what matters, that he feels amazing. Your left hand gripped his shoulder tightly, your pussy suddenly clenching around him, making his eyes go wide, and his hips jerk upwards. You gasped at the feeling, the back of your head knocking on the roof, just gently.

“Shit– Sorry Peach– But fuck do you feel good…” His ass was back on the seat, and you took the opportunity to hover a little longer so his cock would slide out of you a few inches, and then you slammed yourself against him, knocking the breath out of his lungs. Your eyes were glistening, the pleasure taking over your features and body.

“You feel good Eddie, so good–” You could admit that to him, just like he was to you. You rolled your hips against him, your G-spot being rubbed on and your mouth fell open in silent moans. Eddie could only grip your thighs, trying not to dig his fingertips into your flesh, not wanting to hurt you but–

It was as if the two of you were made for eachother.

You raised yourself from him, only to move down again, swaying your hips just slightly as you did so. He let out a sigh of pleasure, rolling his head over the headrest as he felt you start to create a tempo slowly. He could feel how deep he was inside of you, and he kept wondering how it was possible. But just like last time, maybe some things just have no answers. ‘Because it can’ and it was as simple as that.

You were now moaning a louder, your moves quickening as you felt him glide inside of you, feeling every vein and ridge of his shaft. You felt like you were floating on clouds by how good it felt, only the burning on your thighs from the work you were putting into bringing you back to earth.

He saw how there was some drool pooling at the corner of your mouth as it remained open with noises coming out of it each time you went down on his cock. He could also hear the squelching sound of your juices, of your wetness all around him. You look so beautiful and perfect right now, he can’t help it. He leaned forward, his right hand moving to the back of your neck to pull you downwards and clash his lips onto yours.

You moaned into the kiss as your right hand now rested on his left shoulder, mimicking your left one. You kissed him back, instantly melting your tongue with his, savoring him once again as you kept moving your hips, up and down, quicker, faster, rougher, and his left hand moved from your thigh to your ass and then–

SMACK.

You gasped into the kiss, pulling away for just a second, your right ass cheek burning from the slap it received.

“Eddie–!” His hand pulled you back to his lips by the back of your neck. You moaned into the kiss, his hand now rubbing the area where he slapped and you just rutted your hips against him, the tip of his cock just abusing your g spot, tipping you closer and closer towards the edge.

You didn’t feel like yourself and Eddie didn’t either. It was weird to think that the two of you were just friends a few weeks ago and now you are roughly fucking inside his car, like two horny teenagers. The windows of it all fogged up, and you are pretty sure your moans can be heard from the fucking city.

Your belly burnt and twisted, and you felt like it was going to explode. Your orgasm was coming closer and closer and Eddie could feel it all around his cock. Your walls were throbbing against him and in all honesty, Eddie had been thinking about this for so long that his own orgasm was coming quicker than normal. He grunted when he raised his hips and then set a brutal pace on you, pistoning his hips into you, the slapping of hips loud inside the small room in the car.

You pulled away from the kiss, holding onto his shoulders and feeling his fingertips digging into the flesh of your ass. He had a death grip on you, helping him pull you down towards him as he thrust upwards into you.

“So well. Taking me so fucking well Peach–” He groaned as he felt beads of sweat falling from the side of his face, your moans and the squelch of your pussy a degenerate but blissful sound in his ears.

“Eddie– Eddie– oh fuck–” Your belly coiled, pussy clenching around him which made him stutter, feeling himself getting closer. He wished he wasn’t, just to make you time two, maybe three times around his cock, but his body was betraying him tonight. He gave one deep thrust before pulling his hips back down onto the seat, making you slam down on him, a loud grunt escaping him.

You started moving desperately, trying to chase your high, needing it, and Eddie was just letting you use him at your disposal. You were moaning his name like your life depended on it and he was loving it. His right hand left the back of your neck to push one of the straps of your dress down, as well as the strap of your bralette.

He almost ripped the cup of the lace off you but he wasn’t going to risk being yelled at by you, so he pulled it downwards, making your left breast pop out. His mouth immediately latched on your neck, kissing it sloppily. You were dizzy, your mind completely shut off thanks to pleasure as your hips kept moving on him, feeling the drag of his cock against your walls, and the tip of it hit you deliciously where you needed him the most.

You felt him unlatch from your neck to then feel your nipple being pinched by teeth. You let out a pathetic whine, a whimper, and you hear him moan against you as his lips envelop your nipple and he starts sucking on it, making you sweat all over as you feel your orgasm as if it were about to murder you.

He could feel you, smell you, and you were driving him absolutely mad. He was throbbing, begging for release, but he was holding himself back trying to wait for you to cum around him first. He needs to feel it. He lets go of your nipple with a pop and he presses his forehead against your collarbone, his face twisting as his entire body starts to shake from the impending orgasm.

“Peach– I’m going to fucking cum, fuck–” And for some reason, knowing she was making him cum by just riding him stupid was the drop that tipped over the glass.

“Ed– Ed– Eddie–!” Your eyebrows were met in the middle as your mouth remained open with breathless moans as your walls clenched tightly all around him, making you stop moving. He threw his head back onto the headrest, feeling himself being engulfed by you, trapped by you around his base and it felt too good.

“You feel so fucking good baby, god fucking damnit–” You were trembling on top of him as he moved back and forth in the seat so his cock would drag inside of you, helping you ride your orgasm out, and he realized you came with penetration only. His hands held onto your thighs now, his hips thrusting as much as they could, his breath coming out ragged as he still felt you spasming around him, and clenching on him. “-- sh-SHIT!”

He pushed your thighs down on him, seething himself deep inside of you, finally letting a loud cry escape your lips, and he clenched his eyes as he moaned your name, his seed spilling into the condom in huge spurts, and in great quantities. His hips twitched underneath you, the vein in his neck popping off from the intensity of the orgasm. He felt so good, so satisfied, his breathing coming in heavy as well as yours as you both finally relaxed, him on the seat and you over him.

The crescent moon marks on his shoulders thanks to your nails, your heart threatening to just give up on you at any moment, the fogginess of your climax starting to slowly wear off the more you catch your breath. Your legs were shaking, spasming every now and then and he winced from the overstimulation around him.

With one hand he managed to press the button to pull the window down, letting the cool air come in and it felt like a punch to the face, a punch of reality. You felt quite shocked suddenly, pulling the strap of your bra and dress over your shoulder, fixing it on you. Eddie was just like you, just staring at your middle because the adrenaline started to wear off and– fuck.

You slowly moved your hips upwards, pulling him out of you, earning a wince from the two of you. You saw the filled condom, making the situation more real than just a passing dream. You were trying to catch your breath yet as you moved, trying not to make a fool of yourself and just fall on your face, going back to the passenger seat, stepping over the console. Once seated, you fixed your dress, looking forward completely wide eyed, feeling your juices dampening your now fixed underwear, covering you once more.

Eddie was staring at the windshield, starting to get clearer, the fog of it coming off thanks to the window being open. He gulped as he looked down and took off the condom, hearing you still fixing yourself on the passenger’s seat. He tied the latex up, and opened the small trash can container that is underneath the radio. He has to remember to take it out the next day.

He fixed his pants, then the seat and then it was just silence as the two of you looked forward into nothingness. You were slowly putting your jacket back on, and then you could hear just how quiet the outside was, making the entire situation even more embarrassing.

“We… have to talk… but tomorrow–” You started, and he quickly answered.

“Agreed.” He knows the two of you are quite in a state of shock right now, so talking about this now was not the best idea. He sees you putting your seatbelt on, so he copies your movements, and before he can ask–

“Want to… sleep over?”

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forzaferraris · 1 year ago

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PUPPY LOVE — po5

pairing: patricio o'ward x stella! reader summary: in which the dog got your attention first but the boy keeps you forever. warnings: tooth rotting fluff, sexual innuendos, inaccurate timeline of events, reader doesn't know much about indycar, arrow mclaren when i catch you arrow mclaren, pato and his fascination with calling reader hermosa, references to the art that is bax lurmans romeo + juliet film, love blooms in abu dhabi and blossoms further in miami. style: social media file faceclaim: isabllemathersx on instagram, however you can picture her as whoever you please authors note: trying a new formatting approach for fics with this one. this is fic number 2/3 of my 3 fanfic options i posted earlier. sorry if this is a little ooc for pato, i also original had thi based this instead of meeting at indycar but instead they meet at the 2023 abu dhabi grand prix instead ! add yourself to my taglist !

WELCOME TO YOU'VE GOT MAIL . . . find a match today !

would you like to send a message? YES / NO

you: what's your dogs name, right now >:( pato: his name is norbi why are you on a dating app? surely finding love isn't all that difficult for you? you: originally i did it to entertain my girls' group chat, but after every loser i've tried to meet "naturally" ultimately fumbling the bad so disrespectfully, why not take this dating app stuff a bit more seriously 🤷🏻‍♀️ pato: what are you even doing in abu dhabi anyway? you: how do you know im in abu dhabi? pato: this app is location-based, you wouldn't have been able to match with me if you weren't in the same location as me, plus you just confirmed it with that question. . . . seen 3 minutes ago

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seen by racerbia, francisca.cgomes and 12,3009 others [ caption one: why did i say yes to coming to abu dhabi, shit is fucking hot ] [ caption two: abu dhabi gp, i'm here to make you my bitch ] [ caption three: your favourite duo back to cause trouble @/racerbia ] view more story replies . . . landonorris baby stella in the building ! ⤷ ynstella baby? lando norris i'm older than you ⤷ landonorris by like three whole months >:( ⤷ ynstella L + ratio + wrong + get a job + unfunny + you fell off + never liked you anyway + cope ⤷ ynstella im gonna curse the race, are we prepared for max verstappen 3x wdc ! ⤷ landonorris i'm literally going to to dob on you, you're being so mean rn >:( ⤷ ynstella you dirty little dibber dobber cindy !

alexandrasaintmleux prettiest girl <3 ⤷ ynstella says you i'm gonna smooch your face on that podium cmere mwah mwah mwah kissy kissy ⤷ alexandrasaintmleux stop got me blushing, charles it looking at me weird ⤷ ynstella he doesn't have to know baby girl x

francisca.cgomes you're so hot, if dating app hottie doesn't pull you i might ! ⤷ ynstella i'm blushing, flirting with the enemy, whatever will my dad think ⤷ francisca.cgomes babe it's a modern day romeo + juliet, but the baz lurhman edition. ⤷ ynstella who is who in this situation? oscarpiastri lando said stop being mean to him on social media ⤷ ynstella lando give oscar his phone back

racerbia we r so cute, i luv us !

pooknation groupchat . . .

instagram dms between ynstella and patriciooward . . .

ynstella has posted . . .

liked by mclaren, oscarpiastri, francisca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux and 88,340 others ynstella abu dhabi, i came i saw and max verstappen concurred !

view more . . mclaren our own resident mclaren girl will always post about redbull and not mclaren ⤷ ynstella i'd post oscar but lando is somehow always in the background of the pictures i take, i'm not having lando on my account 🙅🏻‍♀️ ⤷ landonorris can i go one day without you publicly hating me ⤷ ynstella when you get a race win next season pooh bear x username pooh bear? is lando the man she's trying to soft launch? not actually enemies but enemies to lovers?? ⤷ ynstella good lord no. lando norris wishes he could have a chance with me ⤷ landonorris disgusting don't put words in my mouth. you wish you're the one wishing you could have a chance with me ⤷ oscarpiastri nurse, they're back at it again francisca.cgomes i need more of this soft launch shit. it's like a drug to me post more. im foaming at the mouth. ⤷ ynstella can i hard launch our relationship instead ⤷ pierregasly nah bc i am literally right here man ⤷ ynstella get out of my comments with my gf pear

username are we ignoring that y/n is soft launching a man, rue, when was this? ⤷ username recently it seems ⤷ username shocked. i wonder what her dad thinks ?? ⤷ ynstella not that its any of your business, but my dad's actually quite charmed with him x

patriciooward has posted . . . 📍 abu dhabi , united arab emirates

liked by arrowmclaren, elbaoward, racerbia and 63,001 others patriciooward what a weekend, cya next year !

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username there's one too many soft launch pictures in this race weekend dump ⤷ username ladies we've lost another one ⤷ username all men are the same. breaking my heart elbaoward since when did "have a good time in abu dhabi" mean somehow get someone to soft launch? ⤷ patriciooward the just a silly lil guy rizz worked unfortunately ⤷ elbaoward i doubt that, so much.

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[ caption one: where to next 🛫 ] [ caption two: mother hood looks good on me ] [ caption three: boyfriend reveal ]

francisca.cgomes i can't believe i'm in love with a MILF ! ⤷ ynstella i want you so bad 😩 ⤷ francisca.cgomes lets kiss rn before our boyfriends see

alexandrasaintmleux i think norbi is cute enough to convince charles that we need to get a dog ⤷ ynstella ugh i hate when you mention that man >:( how come WE can't get a dog together ⤷ alexandrasaintmleux my love because you are a capulet and i am a montague </3 ⤷ ynstella as long as lando is the character that dies first i'd happily performe shakespeare with y'all

landonorris this is insane, my brain can't keep up with the events that are unfolding right in front of me ⤷ ynstella pook i think that's both a you issue and a skill issue, double homicide. ⤷ landonorris oh so you hate me again ⤷ ynstella i never stopped, if you have 0 haters i've died <3

patriciooward te mo hermosa ⤷ ynstella shut up, don't tell me you love me over text, that's so foul ⤷ patriciooward i've been telling you i love you for two months now </3 ⤷ ynstella oh shit, i forgot to buy you an anniversary gift </3 ⤷ patriciooward oh hermosa, what am i going to do with you ⤷ ynstella well when you word it like that . . . i could think of a few things

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seen by arrowmclaren, racerbia, francisca.cgomes and 22,010 others [ caption one: feliz aniversario (happy anniversary) ] [ caption two: happy 2 months ! feliz aniversario ] [ caption three: came for the dog. stayed for the owner <3 ]

mclaren happy anniversary ! ⤷ ynstella thanks admin, love u so big x

ynstella i adore you, ⤷ patriciooward te adoro mas, hermosa ⤷ ynstella happiest with you in my life i fear ⤷ patriciooward good, i don't plan on going anywhere

authors note: abu dhabi 2023, you are so special to me <3 please enjoy this little pato o'ward fanfic. praying, manifesting the tags let me post this and doesn't shadowban me sobbing crying throwing up

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abbysreal-wife · 14 days ago

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Dark paradise

Pirate!Caitlyn x Siren!Reader

Dark paradise

Im lying in the ocean singing your song

Aaa

That’s how you sang it

— Lana Del Rey

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Summary:: The icence seas. Dangerous places for pirates. Should’ve turned around when they had the chance.

Tags:: (kinda) Leading on, seducing

A/N:: listen yall….. I know ts is ass okay so stop talking……

Little notes!: Caitlyn and vi used to date, this takes place in the 17th century but I will NOT be writing how they talked back then (idk how to without sounding like an idiot), powder— is just jinx in the AU (duh…), Maddie is mentioned if you don’t like her disrespectfully leave😒 reader kinda gives off succubus vibes, and reader gets lowkey confident at the end, ALSO, the fumes you ‘give off’ is like idk??? Sexual stuff…. YOULL SEE….

ANOTHER THING, thank you @korn-dawg yk what for…..

Currently playing…

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The waves crashed against the shore.

The boat left a low croak in the air as it continuously sailed against the thick water.

“Well, we’re lost now.” Caitlyn’s thick accent spoke out to the other passengers, Vi, powder, & maddie. “It’s because of the storm, don’t blame yourself, captain.”

Caitlyn pulled away from the stained paper map “yes, I know Maddie but.. it’s easy to get lost out in these seas.”

Vi sighed “maybe if we turned around we could go back to our original path”

Powder shook her head “it wouldn’t work out, the storm travels in circles, no?” Her raspy voice spoke out to the others.

Heeled boots hit the ground as caitlyn made her way to the much larger paper map which was hanging on by rusted nails and other old tools.

“Well might need to go to the icence seas.”

Caitlyns comment made the room go silent.

The icence seas.

Also known as “siren seas” because the many sightings of sirens “Absolutely not!” VI’s voice protested

“Captain, I mean no harm, and I’m not trying be disrespectful or rude but, have you not heard the things the other treasurers see out there?” Maddies comment was filled with concern.

Caitlyns jaw clenched your jaw hearing the girls desperate cries.

“The people say—“ you cut off powders sentence by huffing loudly “I know what heard, powder. That’s why I’m gonna prove them wrong.”

Cait was always the brave type, but never this brave.

She was practically giving everyone’s life away, like a cross trade between two people.

“Let’s get to moving then, shall we?” Caitlyn bellowed.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

It was well after dark now.

“We’re here, ma’am” maddie announced to caitlyn and the other passengers.

The boat was low, dark, scary even, lighting candles the four all made their way down to the hull.

“We’ve made it to the icence seas.”

“Safely” Caitlyn added.

Powder sighed leaning back on the chairs back legs “barely, the storm almost caught up to us, again.”

“Don’t make a big fuss about it, we all still have our limbs and we’re all still breathing” vi replied to powders complain.

“Where do we go now, captain?” Maddie asked.

Her question was a question everyone had but didn’t wanna say aloud “I don’t know.”

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

Under the dark seas.

“It’s not fair how she gets to get babied and she hasn’t lured not one person!” Your sister complained to your mother and father.

Your sister; Anastasia has been complaining for the last few weeks about how you haven’t got not one kill but still gets “babied” which wasn’t true in your eyes.

“Enough whining, child, she’s the youngest here and she needs time” your mother told off the red haired girl sitting beside you.

Ivelle; your other sister came up behind you. You watched as Anastasia and your mother continuously talked about you and other things of some sort.

“Don’t worry, Anastasia has always been the jealous type” ivelles low angelic voice gave you chills down your spine. You spun around facing her “I don’t know, she’s kinda true. I should have a lure by now.”

She sighed softly “you just need to sing louder, your voice is very soft”

Louder.

That word caught your attention.

“Thank you, ivelle, i appreciate it”

“Arise you three, a ship has been spotted amongst our seas” your father’s voice boomed out to you and your two sisters.

“God bless these humans… they will never learn will they” your mother sighed playing with the pearls on her neck.

“Does [౨ৎ˚₊] have to come? She’s just wasting time” Anastasia coldly asked your father who was standing know the door way.

Your father’s gaze shifted towards Anastasia “Enough, Anastasia. You don’t need to criticize your sister, me and your mother will discuss the situation later”

You laid your head low while passing by everyone in the room.

“I’ll take north, you take east, and you.. Anastasia paused when she came to you “you can take south, it’ll be easier.”

“Storms are bigger towards the south, sister, I’m sure you’ll lure lots.” Ivelle softly smiled at you, her webbed hand resting still on your shoulder.

You just smiled back and started your journey south.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪˚₊

“How on earth did we sail south?!” Vis voice was loud, a fright fell behind her tone, that’s not usual.

Caitlyn just rubbed her forehead with frustration, “no need for yelling, I’m sure we just forgot to put the anchor down”

Everyone’s head turned to powder.

“Guys, I told you that the anchor is too heavy for me to carry, multiple times.” Powder admitted, she sat down in a chair, legs in a manspread.

Vi slammed her cup down, causing a vibration to run through the table as it knocked a few other things down.

“Why didn’t you ask for help?”

Powder shyed away, face red from embarrassment “I tried to, none of you guys helped me..”

“God, you see, this is why we don’t bring young people on board, cause of stupid shit like th-“

“Enough, vi. — Caitlyn’s face was puzzled, like she was trying to hear something from a distant “do you guys hear that?”

An angelic voice cried out from the seas, it cause all of them to turn their heads, Caitlyn pointed two fingers to the stairs leading up to the deck.

Once on the deck the four women immediately drew swords.

Whispers and songs could be heard.

Then a tail flapping out the waters.

The dark skies made everything seem like it was just a hallucination.

Lighting struck afar.

The songs grew louder, stronger, all of their heads started to spin, “captain, sail west…” maddie urged to Caitlyn who was already making her way to the rear.

“Fuck, do you guys feel that to?” Vis words were slurred before she dropped to the floor, soon after Maddie, and powder followed.

Cait was hanging on by a thread as she heard everything in her body to keep herself from slumping over.

The moon began to blur.

Songs stung her ears.

˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˚₊ Hear my voice beneath the sea

Sleeping now so peacefully

Sleep for all eternity

Black washed over her.

Caitlyn awoken by the sound of jelwery clinging and clashing into each other.

The woman infront of her stood tall, taller than her.

A name in expensive cursive writing was written on the back of the women’s arm.

𝓘𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮

“I’m sure they’ll awaken soon, your songs shouldn’t be to strong, child.”

The muffled woman’s voice echoed through out Caitlyn’s head.

“Yes, I know Ivelle but, what if I actually did kill them? I feel so horri—“

A loud gasp arouse from Caitlyn caused you stop mid sentence, making your way over to the blue haired girl dressed in, ruffles, strings and nets of some kind.

“Human form, little one.”

Ivelle reminded you before disappearing into the darkness of mysterious waters.

Your legs weren’t always your strongest suit but, it was gonna have to work for now.

“Who are you? Why am I here?” The blue haired girl immediately began to panic as she tugged against the strong ropes that were binding her arms behind her.

You smirked “I’m [..], it’s nice to meet you captain caitlyn.” You hinted at the embroidered ’Captain Caitlyn Kiramman’ on her vest.

“Case your wondering, it’s August 4th 1730” your soft but somehow strong voice told her. “You haven’t time traveled” a giggle emerged from you.

Caitlyn, still confused, looked around her surroundings, noticing her other passengers weren’t there she started to panic “where are my friends at?” She continued to tug against the rope.

“no worries, we’re keeping them somewhere, safe.”

Suddenly something in Caitlyn came up.

The longer she looked at you, the prettier you got.

The enticing blue eyed stare grabbed your attention.

Your wonders finally started to work.

The ropes started to feel less tight and looser, a lot looser.

She tugged at nothing. The ropes were gone now. She stood, her figure was tall, her eyes were filled with despair.

Leaning in, she kissed you.

Perfect.

You got her right where you needed her, vulnerable, desperate.

There was no romantic connection between you and her, you could feel it.

It was the air. Your aura. It caused things happen.

You were alluring. Fascinating even.

You chuckled, kissing her back grabbing the back of her head pulling her in closer.

The floor, the floor felt as if it was melting beneath her, she didn’t care, she couldn’t care, she was trapped.

Once realizing what was happening she struggled, pulled, pushed, nothing worked.

She was trapped.

You whispered something in your language in her ear.

The floor was sinking her in. Litterally.

“You don’t belong here”

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

A/N: uhm idk what put right here…… also sorry for spelling mistakes and random typos and spacing, I’m lowkey half asleep rn

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dzvelinaskebiyars · 2 months ago

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Inspired by this song˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙ tw: obsessive behavior. Request by @shintaru

You have no idea how this happened but you were on the playground with Kwon Hyuk, your rival, man you (should) despise, Sabbath crew's Grim Reaper and crazy psychopath that somehow got fixated on you.

Now, you were just sitting on your bike, hands in pockets, nothing to control bike with but your legs. Chewing gum in your mouth as you tried your best to ignore the unwelcome presence beside you.

"Wow, you can balance yourself for 30 seconds." The chill voice of male reached your ears and there was the infamous Grim Reaper, sitting on his legs while observing everything you did on your bike like you were some kind of lab rat and he - crazy scientist. Talk about crazy...

This is the same guy who almost murdered you in the race but just because you managed to escape him, survive and win against him, his twisted obsession towards you only grew.

"What are you even doing here?" You asked him, already tired by him.

"Hm? I always come to this playground when I want to show off tricks." He answered with shrug of his shoulders, his voice as chill as ever.

"And how come every single place I go to is the place you always go to?!" You questioned him again, this time with clear frustration. Does this jerk think you're stupid?!

His reaction - smirk slowly dragging on his lips while he said "coincidence." - pissed you off even more. How could this so-called coincidence happen ten times already in just a month at that?!

He was enigma, he was creepy, and you hoped his interest in you were only for cycling purposes and nothing else, otherwise you would seriously call the police on him. Not like he shouldn't be at police station already due to how he rides...

Hyuk stood up, his legs have slightly gone numb by now so he gave it time to fade away. Then he looked at you again, tilting his head to left side a bit. "Let's do stunts together. I'll show you few and if you'll manage to do all of them-"

"I don't want that." You cut him off and right in that moment, you could see confusion creeping up in his eyes, the quiet "what?" leaving his mouth. You repeated it for him. "I don't want to do such things with you."

He scoffed. "What such things?"

"Like stunts-"

"It's not like I'm asking you to have sex with me."

You froze at that, your mouth hanging open but no sound would come out. While he - on the other hand - was so chill like he didn't just altered your brain chemistry in the moment of shock. "What...the fuck?" You finally regained your ability to speak.

"Hm?" He raised his eyebrow at you then tilted his head to right side, playing dumb or he was actually dumb...

"Dude, I..." You let out deep breath to calm your nerves down, which didn't help at all. "I don't even want to waste a second with you. Why do you think I would want to do stunts with you? It's not like we're friends or anything so can you just fuck off and stop acting like we're close?"

"But-"

"But what? I never even told you that I was comfortable with you following me around and asking me to race you or turn my normal days into games of survival! So with all due respect, which is none, I won't do shit with you and even more disrespectfully,stop acting like obsessed pervert with mental disorder." You finally finished and catched your breath. But now that you let everything you wanted to say out, you realized you came off ruder than you intended to. His confused face made you wish to take back the words you just said-

He lowered his head down and for a moment, you thought he got upset but he just...laughed. His shoulders shaking in the intensity of his laughter, his smirk sickingly stretched on his lips - you'd think somebody ripped his mouth apart. "God..." He spoke but paused due to his uncontrollable laughter. "...I wasn't expecting an outburst but I'm not complaining. You should at least be like this to make it fun for me."

Nevermind. You don't regret anything you said. You crunched your nose in disgust and glared at him like he offended your family tree. "You're so fucking twisted."

He ignores that comment and just gets to his point again. "You can do keospin, right?"

Seeing how he's giving you no room to refuse, you nodded your head, even thought your jaw is clenched tight and vein is popping on your forehead.

"Ah, great. So I can skip basics with you." He mumbled to himself, while his finger rest on his bottom lip, but it was loud enough for you to hear.

This son of a-

That day definitely went differently than you expected to. Maybe mostly because you haven't done so many stunts & tricks all together at once in just few hours but certain black haired poltergeist-like guy kept pushing you to your limits, smirking like a damn predator when he would be satisfied with your skills.

"That's not even fixie trick, that's fucking parkour, you prick!!!"

"Oh, oops?"

Oh god, you were so done with him.

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tomieafterdark · 1 year ago

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Toxic!Eren drabble (18+ minors dni)

Synopsis: you want to break up but your bf is too toxic to allow that.

Recently I had a conversation with someone and it kind of inspired this drabble (If you feel like Eren is not like canon Eren here, it is because his personality here is also based on whoever inspired this smut), except he did not fuck me after saying he would leak shit if i backstabbed him. Also a tiny disclaimer: I feel like this is obvious but I will say it anyway, everything written in this is purely fictional and should be kept that way. If anyone tries this with you in real life, get help. This is also not an accurate representation of my dynamic with whoever this smut is based on, he just has his “moments” and I like making smut out of them. That is all.

About ten minutes ago, you told Eren you wanted to break up. Things aren’t working out, and he’s way too much for you right now. Instead of having a normal reaction, he does the unthinkable—threatening to leak certain information about you and certain pictures.

It hurts you deeply, not to the core but close enough. Trust isn’t easy to build up, and it was even worse for you considering your past wounds that still haven’t healed. Every bit of trust you had built up just shattered in that moment, as if it was never there to begin with.

He is dangerously good with words, sometimes it makes you feel like you’re his puppet and he pulls the strings whenever he wants to. Even if you can resist his words, his intense stare will pull you in instead. He has the most beautiful eyes, of course no one can resist their pull.

When you were upset about him threatening to leak your information and photos, he just started pulling the strings without a care in the world which is what led you here; back arched, face buried in the plushie, whimpering and crying as he pounds you with no mercy.

Your mind is foggy, you still haven’t processed the words that came out of his mouth when you wanted to break up. You did not, in a million years, expect those words to come out of him. It pretty much feels like a knife to your throat. Just as you are about to get lost in thought and perhaps cry some more, he grabs a handful of your hair and pulls on it harshly.

“Get a grip.” He says coldly and lets go of your hair.

You try to argue back, but he is 5 steps ahead and starts circling your clit before you even open your mouth. Whatever you were wanting to say just comes out as incoherent blabbers and whimpering as your insides squeeze tighter around him. He chuckles in response and mutters “that's what I thought” under his breath.

Since he is 5 steps ahead he is also aware you will cum any second now, which is why he switches positions quite hastily. He has your legs resting behind your ears as he teases your entrance by barely giving you the tip. He knows you get needy and will do or say anything to cum. You look up at him, that smug sadistic look on his face puts you in subspace faster than you can blink. At this point he practically got what he wanted, you won't want a breakup after this. Whatever else he does to you is just for fun.

“Please..” you plead, looking up at him with puppy eyes. You had cried so much earlier that your face was glowing from it.

“Repeat what you were telling me earlier babe,” he says while continuing to tease your sensitive entrance with the tip. “Tell me how I am too much for you and how you don't want to continue this!” You can hear the anger in his voice now, he does not take kindly to breakups unless he is the one doing it. This was peak betrayal to him.

Something about him turns you into a horny nymph, even though this was your chance to resist and actually break up with him, your body and mind were both betraying you completely. You were so desperate for him, being manhandled and fucked disrespectfully hard by him was the only thing on your mind right now. His firm grip on your thighs, as he was pushing them back further, was not helping. He could feel your pussy squeezing and fluttering around his tip, even if you were not saying a word right now the rest of your body was very loud and clear.

You feel your eyes watering again, from the frustration this time. It doesn't help that he is staring right into them, all while caressing your face. Staring into his eyes, especially with the state you are currently in felt like a trance. You were so lost in his eyes, you weren't even aware of how you were trying your best to move against his tip, completely desperate for any friction you could get.

You have no idea how much your crying turns him on, same with your frustration and desperation. It was about time he reminded you again of how badly you need him, a reminder that no one but him could get you to act like this just for dick. He was equally desperate for you, probably more frustrated than you but he is so stoic and cold on the outside. You would never know. He had enough of messing with you though, and by the looks of it you were nearing your edging limit.

His right hand lets go of your thigh, creeping up to your neck instead. He keeps eye contact as he chokes you very lightly. He is so close to your face, staring deep into your eyes with a predatory look. It makes you shudder, but it also makes you want to spread your legs even more for him.

The way he suddenly bottoms out fully, with no warning, has you seeing stars. You had been in this position with previous partners, but none of them reached this deep inside of you. You have to bite your cheek to not scream, especially when you look down on your stomach for a split second and you can see his dick print on it. You suddenly remember that back when you had just gotten to know each other, you texted him saying you want him in your guts. Looks like you got what you wished for.

He chokes you harder while pushing your head back, making you look right into his eyes again. His stare is so intense, you want to look away sometimes. His stare made you feel so vulnerable and exposed, it cut right through all your layers and saw right through your soul. It would not be too far off to say his eyes were fucking your soul.

“I-I’m gonna cum-” you whimper, struggling to keep eye contact. You know exactly what you have to say next if you don't want him to suddenly stop and edge you even more.

“I’m sorry for causing unnecessary drama-” you cry out. “I-I was wrong..I do not want to break up..I love you!”

“That's right.” He smiles and starts thrusting into you even harder, he drops eye contact now and the focus shifts to between your legs. He is obsessed with how you take all of him in so well, he loves watching you swallow him whole and he especially loves that you are so sensitive that you quiver and squeeze around him at every movement he does.

He doesn't stop fucking you when you cum. Not even slowing down the pace.

Instead, both his hands are on your hips now slamming you against his pelvis. You keep squirting, but he doesn't stop even for a second. You are so overstimulated at this point, every few thrusts make you cum all over him.

You are close to tapping out at this point, eyes rolling at the back of your head. You are in safe hands though, he may be toxic and not allow you to break up because he is too possessive and wants to almost own you, but with that comes him being extremely careful of you. He pulls out and slaps you lightly to wake you up, fully attentive of you now.

“Babe, are you okay?” He asks, albeit in a cold uncaring tone, but that's just how he sounds in general. He really does care.

He comes back and slaps you again lightly, holding a glass of water in his other hand. You wake up this time.

You don't really say anything when you regain consciousness nor do you drink the water, you just mumble “I am fine” under your breath and start straddling him. There is something about his caring nature that turns you on so much, his attention to detail is already attractive as it is but when it shows like this during sex it just makes you want him on a different level.

The breakup was history at this point, now you were on top of him whispering dirty things in his ears. You wanted him to fill you to the brim with his cum, then fuck you with all the cum in you and cum in you some more. You had never met a guy that unlocked this side of you, it feels unreal, he is so perfect it drives you mad.

“Please fill me up, I need you so bad..” You were crying in his ears as you quickly slid his cock inside of you, wasting no time and starting bouncing on it. “I truly am sorry for earlier, I could never be without you!”

He is both amused and extremely turned on by your behavior, mostly turned on though as he wastes no time, putting you on your back with your legs on his shoulders. Eren had no idea how hot he looked, the sounds he was making was music to your ears. You were staring in awe as he came inside of you.

You truly can't get enough of him, so when he collapses next to you on the bed, you crawl over to him licking him clean hoping it will lead to a round two in the shower perhaps.

Author's note: I did not proofread this. If you find any mistakes, take it to the grave pls.

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etotruski · 7 months ago

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König’s obsession

Part 1 (Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)

König x reader/f (is addressed as y/n or you)

Short note: Thank you to anyone who even wants to read this. Reuploads are highly asked for to reach other people and show my writing style. Feel free to give me feedback or requests for other stories or how this story shall continue. Thank you <3

Warning: This story will contain in the following parts some smut.

Word count: 1,477

König, is a tall and powerful and extremely intimidating Colonel of KorTac.

He who kills brutally and is known for his ruthlessness and sternness had to be the one to train the new recruit, AKA y/n. Y/n standing at a height of 1,70 meters which was already tall for a woman looked like a dwarf standing next or in front of that damn hill. You couldn’t other than feel intimidated by him but still feel a bit of attraction. When you first joined he looked at you, as much as his eyes could express trough his sniper hood, more disapproving and disappointed than at his damn food. Why the food? Because the food you get is the same as in the military food supply bags, that means tons of chemicals and artificial sweeteners and all. But despite everything you still walked to him and you even were surprised at your actions, you greeted him with an outstretched hand.

“Hello Sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am the new recruit y/n. I looked forward to our training.”

You said trying not to seem intimidated at all, but he looked right through your facade. Despite his mask you could see by the way his eyes crinkled the tiniest slightest nano bit, he had a small smile. He was a bit impressed, because most men would’ve almost pissed their pants and begged for someone else to train them or the women would’ve either tried to seduce him or done the same as the men. But you didn’t do neither. Instead you greeted him politely. So he shook your hand firm and strong, trying to see if you’d back away and then said in his stick stained Austrian accent.

“Pleasure meeting you too.”

You still didn’t back down even though you flinched a bit at his hammer fricking grip. Finally after staring into your damn soul he let go and just made the hand motion to follow him. You couldn’t but sigh in relieve. You thought he was gonna break your hand or something. You then finally followed him and he said without even looking at you some hideous rules.

“Here are the rules. First of all you’ll do anything I say without hesitation. Second of all I expect you to never be late. Third of all I’m not here to make friends so we’re going to stay colleagues. Forth of all you’re gonna have the same training as the men in my advision. Fifth of all don’t question anything I say, just do it…”

He just kept saying rule after rule after rule. You felt like your head is going to fucking explode and then when he finally was done he added.

“…any of the rules that will be broken will be heavily punished.”

You tried your hardest not to talk back or anything, because you didn’t want to land on his bad side. No one wants. Never. But the aggression you had bubbled and bubbled and bubbled until you said a bit angry but still tried to sound polite.

“What punishments?”

“Simple. No food for the rest of the day. More training and if you ever talk back very disrespectfully, no water till your training is finished.”

Your aggression died down immediately. Now you absolutely didn’t want to piss that hulk man off. The attraction you felt in the beginning died down immediately. You stayed silent for the rest of the walk where he showed you around and then you ended up in the training hall. It’s the first day and you already trained for fucking 6 hours with only one pause. You felt like you were gonna die. Guess what he said next.

“You’re weak. You need to train more. This was only half the real training.”

You already felt like giving up, but you wouldn’t because of the goal you set yourself, so you just nodded. Then later you already also made an enemy. It was in the evening and you wanted to get food in the canteen when you didn’t let another new recruit called Ashley get in front of you in the line. So guess what she did. She made you trip on the way to a table. As if this day wasn’t enough she made you embarrass yourself in front of the whole canteen. So did the only thing logical, you lunge at her and tackle her to the ground. Little did you know that König watched everything from the beginning way back in the canteen. He watched you fight her and beat her damn ass before he ended up intervening and bringing you two to his office. He spoke in a stern and unemotional voice.

“Ashley, y/n. You two know why you’re here?”

At this point all your energy was drained so you just nodded while Ashley started to babble, exaggerate and try to guilt trip in her high pitched voice.

“Sir, she started it. She punched me and did horrible things to me and probably broke my ribs! She is so mean and a menace and I feel so weak. Please punish her!”

At this point you didn’t even have the energy to fight against the things she said to you. He just stared at y/n with only a blue eye and then at Ashley, who had multiple blue spots over her face and body, along with some scratches and cuts due to the nails and tackling. She held her ribs way too dramatically for them to even have a cut. He looked right trough her. He then continued to speak, more firmly and angrily.

“Are you lying to your superior?”

He tried to ask her to find out if she is going to lie more or not.

“What? NO! I could never!”

“Well then Ashley. You will get punished, because I saw everything happen from afar. But you y/n are in trouble too for going into it. But you Ashley are in serious trouble for lying to your Colonel. That is unacceptable. I will have you y/n advised to help in the kitchen cook and you Ashley to help clean the men and women toilets. I will note down what you did and I will give it to Laswell. If that will happen another 2 times, you will be kicked out of KorTac. Now you may leave. Y/n stay.”

You looked surprised at what he had said. Once she left angrily without trying to intervene against him, he looked at you serious but also with something else…was that proudness? No your mind must deceive you. You’re too tired.

“Y/n you should’ve known better than to act on your anger and best someone up. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

You stayed quiet for a moment before saying.

“No, Sir.”

“Y/n I do not want this to happen again. More self control next time. Did you understand soldier?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good you may leave now.”

The next week you had to cook in the canteen and on top of that train 7 hours with your Colonel. Because of all the exhaustion and training that flies past this week, you sometimes noticed how König looked at you during and after training whenever he saw you. Almost as if he was…obsessed but he hid it perfectly. But the eyes, they don’t lie.

But then next week people started staring at you or giving you weird and disgusted looks and you didn’t understand if your head was deceiving you at what came next.

**To be continued**

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suku-enthusiasts · 1 month ago

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Chapter Ten || cursed-like energy - s. ryomen

❛ ❜ Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader (on going)

❝ in the lands of gods and monsters, she was an angel, living with the King of Curses-

Sukuna Ryomen Itadori was a man of many things, but before he became the cursed monster, he was a kind husband, who was sarcastic, always loving in his words, and loves his wife dearly. After a day of work, he returns home early, to find his wife brutally murdered in the home he built for the two of them. Sukuna was unaware of the power he held, but when it unleashed, he became something his wife never thought she could imagine. 10 years pass, as Sukuna visits his wife's grave, the same spot he buried her all those years ago, something was different, something touching his face as he awoke, could this be real?❞

cw ; mdni • 18+ only. contains explicit sexual themes and content. use of alcohol. hurt/trauma. smut . anxiety. death. graphic scenes

Word count ; 5k

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“Uraume!” Sukuna’s voice thundered through the stone corridors of the estate. You turned sharply, lifting your head from the conversation you were having — with Uraume, no less. Their pale face remained composed, though the twitch at their brow betrayed some annoyance. “Sukuna—what makes you think you can speak so disrespectfully to Uraume?” you scolded him, brow furrowing as you crossed your arms.

He didn’t even blink. “Oh hush, woman,” he waved you off lazily with one of his larger hands, rolling his eyes — but before he turned his full attention away, he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. A contradiction in motion — sharp in tongue, but still sweet in his own strange, prideful way.

“Yes, Sukuna?” Uraume asked patiently, clearly used to the chaos of your dynamic. “There’s cursed energy lingering,” he growled, scanning the room like a predator on edge. “I can feel it. Around us — right now.” His tone sharpened as his four crimson eyes narrowed, scanning every inch of the room, nostrils flaring. “But I can’t find the bastard. Where is it hiding?” Uraume’s lips pressed into a thin line. Their gaze flicked toward you — not with suspicion, but meaning. You blinked, confused. Before you could ask, Uraume spoke.

“Sukuna… are you aware that when you have relations with your wife, you’re… forcing your seed into her womb?” You tilted your head in confusion. “Huh?”

“What—Uraume—what do you mean?” Sukuna blinked, then froze. His head whipped back to you, all four eyes widening in shock. “You… you think we—?” You stared back at him, wide-eyed, heartbeat stuttering. Your lips parted, but no words came. His face twisted in disbelief, then abruptly changed to something much more primal — something ancient, awestruck.

“Woman!” he barked suddenly, striding over in three large steps and grabbing you by the waist. “Come here!”

“Sukuna, what—” your breath hitched as he dropped to one knee and bent toward your abdomen, one massive hand cradling your belly reverently.

“Uraume!” he barked again. “Why are you still standing there?! You should’ve said something sooner! She should be in bed—resting!” He turned back to you, arms wrapping under your thighs and back as he scooped you up like you were glass. “Suku— What are you even saying?” You grasped his face as he stomped off toward his chambers, not letting you down for a second. “Tell me what’s going on!”

“Can’t you feel it?” he muttered, his voice deep, reverent, almost disbelieving. “My child is inside of you.” You blinked. The words echoed in your head like distant thunder.

“A… a child?” you whispered. He gave a single nod as he reached the wide doors to your shared bedroom and kicked them open with no concern for subtlety. “Yes. Our child.” He laid you gently down on the bed, surprisingly delicate for someone so rough in nature. His four hands immediately fussed over the blankets, your hair, your clothes — anything to make you more comfortable, even as you sat there in stunned silence. “Sukuna…” Your voice cracked. “We’re having a baby?”

“Yes, woman,” he said, as if it was obvious now. “Which means from this moment forward, you are not permitted to work, lift anything heavier than a brush, or even wipe a goddamn counter. You will rest. You will eat well. Anything you need, you ask me, Uraume, or the staff. Understood?”

You stared up at him, tears beginning to blur your vision. “Wait, wait… I’m actually pregnant?” Your voice broke into a soft, breathless sob.

He narrowed his eyes, confused. “Yes. Why would I lie about that?”

“I didn’t say you were lying, I just—” You sniffled, wiping at your cheeks as more tears slipped out. “I didn’t expect this. I didn’t even think I could… after everything…”

His expression shifted, the irritation melting from his brow. “You’re crying,” he muttered, clearly alarmed. “Are you upset?” He crouched beside the bed, hands cupping your hips, your belly, your face — unsure which part to soothe first. You laughed, soft and teary, pulling him toward you until your forehead pressed against his. “This is the best day ever. What do you mean?” His arms wrapped around you tightly, cradling you against his massive frame as though you were the most precious treasure on earth. “This…” he muttered, voice thick, roughened with emotion. “This is the third best day of my life.”

You blinked at him. “Third?” He nodded slowly. “The day I married you. The day you came back to me. And now.” He leaned in and kissed your temple, his voice gentler than you’d ever heard it. “My woman, carrying my heir.” You pressed your face into his neck, overwhelmed with love and disbelief, as his hands spread over your stomach again — possessive, protective, filled with wonder. You had never seen him like this. His raw power, his status, his name — none of it compared to the awe on his face now.

And in that moment, you knew without question — the beast, the king, the monster — would become the most fiercely loving, obsessively devoted father the world had ever seen.

The lounging room in the eastern wing of the estate was glowing with the warm hues of late morning sunlight, filtered through gauzy white curtains that fluttered softly in the breeze. You sat curled up on a divan adorned with gold-threaded pillows, legs tucked under a heavy silk throw, both hands wrapped around a porcelain teacup as you sipped delicately. The scent of roasted barley and honey swirled in the air. Sukuna sprawled beside you — not seated, of course, but stretched out like a spoiled jungle cat, arms propped behind his head, his legs thrown carelessly over the edge of the chaise. Shirtless. Again. His kimono hung from his hips, loose and utterly unbothered, as always. A claw lazily traced patterns over your thigh, completely ignoring the steaming teacup you balanced with effort.

“Could you not grope me while I’m holding hot liquid?” you murmured, lifting a brow. “I’m not groping,” he said smugly, not stopping. “I’m cherishing.”

“Your version of cherishing involves too much risk of third-degree burns.” Before he could respond with another outrageous comment, the grand doors swung open. “Your parents are here, my Lord and Lady,” a servant said, bowing quickly before stepping aside.

You straightened a little, your heart fluttering with nerves. But before you could even rise, Sukuna grunted and waved a hand. “Bring them in.”

Your mother entered first, her steps light, her kimono neatly cinched and her hair pinned up with an ornamental comb. Her eyes sparkled as they landed on you — and then narrowed the moment they caught sight of your husband lying half-naked beside you like he was posing for a woodblock painting. Your father followed, dressed in a deep indigo kimono that matched his cane, which thumped rhythmically as he walked with grace, his sharp eyes scanning the scene.

“Well,” your mother said with a smirk, setting her hands on her hips. “I assume there’s a reason we’ve been summoned to your royal love nest?”

“Mother.” You rolled your eyes but smiled as you gestured for them to sit. “Yes, there is something I need to tell you both.”

“You’re pregnant,” your father said, as he eased onto one of the cushions near you. You blinked. “What? How did you—?”

“Please,” your mother interjected dryly, waving her hand at Sukuna. “You think we didn’t expect this? Look at him. He can’t keep his hands to himself for one afternoon. You think we thought you were just cuddling during those two months of ‘marital patience’?”

“I was patient!” Sukuna barked indignantly, sitting up now. “She’s the one who said we had to wait.”

“And you lasted how long before you wore her down?” your father asked, raising one brow as he took a casual sip from the tea a servant had poured. You blushed and buried your face in your cup. “Can we not dissect my womb in front of me, please?”

“Too late,” your mother said, laughing. “And may the gods grant our daughter mercy. That poor womb’s going to need it, married to this insatiable beast.”

“Mercy?” your father echoed with a snort. “I think the only one who needs mercy is him, once that child starts kicking. Our daughter’s temper is legendary.” Sukuna gave a proud grin, his hand sliding up to rest over your belly with a rumbling chuckle. “Let the child try. I welcome the challenge.”

“You welcomed plenty of challenges, clearly,” your mother deadpanned. You nearly choked on your tea. “Why are you like this?” you gasped between laughs, wiping your mouth.

“We’re coping,” your father said solemnly. “With humor.” Sukuna, shockingly, was laughing too — a deep, rasping laugh that came from his chest and made the windows rattle. You looked up at him, your heart warm despite the embarrassment. “Good,” he said, with a smirk in your parents’ direction. “She’ll be surrounded by people who aren’t weak, then.”

“Not weak,” your mother replied, lifting her tea. “Just endlessly exasperated.”

“Welcome to the club,” you muttered. The room burst into more laughter — warm, genuine, full of love and just enough ridiculousness to soothe your nerves completely. The truth was, you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

The dining hall was warm and grand that evening, lit by golden candlelight and humming with quiet chatter. The table was long, stretching the length of the room, laid with a feast of roasted meats, fragrant rice, seasonal vegetables, and spiced wine. You sat at the head of the table beside Sukuna, your hand resting near his as your parents were seated on the other side, sharing in conversation with Uraume.

It had been a beautiful, strange day. Between wedding bliss, preparing for the baby, and the budding friendship between your mother and Sukuna—things were somehow balanced.

Until it wasn’t.

One of the younger male servants stepped up to the table, carrying a platter of honey-roasted duck. He was clean and composed, but his eyes lingered too long as he placed the plate in front of you. Longer than polite. And as he poured your water, he tilted his head, gaze trailing from your lips to your chest before lowering the bottle. You politely smiled and looked away, shifting slightly in your seat. Sukuna had seen it all.

His crimson eyes followed the servant’s every movement, and his claws twitched with tension. He didn’t speak, didn’t even look at you — just watched. Then, as the servant turned to step away, he leaned a little too close to another servant and whispered under his breath, just a little too smug. "Gods, I’d sink my teeth into that juicy ass if I ever got the chance." The comment was low. Cruel. Meant for amusement. But not quiet enough.

There was a sound like a rumble of distant thunder. The air went still. Even the candles flickered. Sukuna stood slowly. All four of his arms moved in sync, hands pressed flat against the table, his claws sinking into the polished wood. You turned to him quickly, your heart in your throat. “Suku?”

He didn’t answer. Not at first. He just breathed. Once. Twice. Then with a chilling calm, he turned to Uraume, who had already begun to rise.

“Take that servant to the dungeons,” he said. “Now.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Uraume replied without hesitation, their voice clipped and cold. The servant paled as Uraume gestured, and two guards stepped forward. The entire hall fell silent as he was escorted out, his face twisted in fear. Sukuna slowly sat back down beside you. He didn't touch his food. His jaw was clenched, fangs just slightly bared.

Your mother looked back and forth between you both, then broke the tension with a long sip of her wine. "Well," she muttered, raising a brow. "I suppose there's no greater proof of love than restraint." Your father cleared his throat. "Restraint from ripping someone’s limbs off, I assume."

You reached for Sukuna’s hand under the table. His fingers curled tightly around yours, still shaking. “You okay?” you asked softly. “No,” he answered honestly. “But for you... I will be.”

The estate was quiet after dinner, but you could still feel the echo of Sukuna’s fury in the walls. You followed his trail to the bathhouse, steam rising in soft waves past the carved wood doors. Inside, the scent of sandalwood and cedar clung to the air. The water shimmered, warm and inviting, and at the center sat your husband — submerged to his waist, arms draped over the edges of the stone basin, muscles tense and jaw set tight. He didn’t acknowledge you at first. He just stared ahead, crimson eyes burning into the mist. You stepped in quietly, wearing nothing but a soft robe.

“You didn’t even finish your dinner,” you said gently. “I wasn’t hungry,” he muttered, not turning to look. You circled behind him, kneeling on the warm stone, and slid your arms around his massive shoulders. Your hands smoothed over the tension in his neck. He still didn’t move. “I should have made a spectacle of him,” he rasped. “Torn his tongue out. Flayed him for speaking your name like that. He had no right.” You pressed a soft kiss to his damp shoulder. “You didn’t, Suku. You held back.”

“Only because you were there,” he growled. “I don’t want you to ever see me like that again. I don’t want to scare you again.”

You walked to the edge of the bath, slipping your robe from your shoulders, and lowered yourself into the warm water without a word. Sukuna’s gaze followed every movement, but he said nothing until you settled between his legs, resting your cheek to his chest. “I’m not scared of you,” you whispered. “But I am proud of you. For choosing me instead of blood.” His jaw clenched. “It’s not easy. It never is.” You leaned up and kissed under his jaw, then down the line of his throat. “Let me make it easier.” His eyes darkened as your hand trailed beneath the water, brushing against the thick length of him, already hard from tension and unspoken want. “You don’t need to—”

“I want to,” you cut him off softly. “Let me take care of you.”

You kissed his chest as you sank lower, your lips trailing down his torso until you were eye-level with his twin lengths. You wrapped your hand around one, your lips parting around the other — warm and eager. He hissed through his teeth, gripping the stone behind him as your tongue circled the head, flicking and teasing. “Fuck…” he breathed, voice low and ragged.

You took more of him in, slowly, steadily, letting your lips stretch around his thick cock. Your hand pumped the other in time with your mouth, and every soft sound you made vibrated through him. You felt his thighs tense, his claws digging into the edge of the bath as he let out a primal groan.

One of his hands—his true hand—came down to cradle the back of your head. “You feel so fucking good,” he growled, hips rocking gently as he rutted into your mouth. “Like you were made for me.” You moaned softly around him, letting your eyes flutter shut. His breaths grew faster, harsher, every inch of his monstrous form trembling under the weight of restraint and need.

“I’m close,” he warned, voice strained. “Fuck—I’m gonna—” You didn’t stop.

He let out a hoarse growl, head thrown back, as he spilled into your mouth. You swallowed around him, holding him in your mouth until he softened, then pulled away slowly, licking your lips and breathing heavily. When you looked up at him, he looked ruined — breathless, flushed, and soft. His eyes were still wide, vulnerable in a way only you ever got to see.

“You’re dangerous,” he murmured, cupping your cheek and lifting you up to his lap. “My perfect, wicked little wife.” He kissed you then, deep and slow, the taste of you still lingering on his lips. And when he pulled back, his forehead pressed to yours, he whispered, “You always know how to tame the monster.”

Later that evening, after the bath and after his tension had finally melted away beneath your touch, Sukuna carried you to your shared bed chambers. The silken sheets were cool against your skin, but his body was warm and solid behind you, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, cradling you like you were the most fragile thing in the world. You were lying together in the dark, your back against his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head. His bottom arms hugged you from beneath the sheets, fingertips brushing over the soft swell of your belly — barely anything yet, but in his mind, it might as well have been the whole world.

“Still feels like a dream,” you whispered, fingers lacing gently with his on your stomach. His voice was low, raw. “It’s not.” You smiled faintly. “I never thought… after everything, that we’d have this. That I’d be lying in your arms, carrying your child.” Sukuna’s breath stirred your hair. “I never thought I’d get you back,” he said, pressing a kiss behind your ear. “And now… you’re mine again. And so is this little one.” One of his hands gently cupped your belly, splaying across your lower abdomen like he could shield it from the world. “They’ll be strong,” he murmured. “Clever. Fierce.”

“Sweet too, I hope,” you teased, glancing back at him. “Not just a little warlord.”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “With you as their mother? They’ll be all the sweetness I lack.” You turned onto your back, looking up at him in the soft moonlight that filtered through the draped windows. “Do you ever wonder what kind of parent you’ll be?” He hesitated. “Every day.” You reached up and ran your fingers through the pink strands of his hair, brushing them away from his eyes. “You’ll be a good father, Suku. You already are. You protect what you love. Even if you do it with too many teeth and an unnecessarily large sword.” A grin tugged at his mouth. “So dramatic.”

“You sliced off a man’s head for looking at me,” you said flatly, raising an eyebrow. He shrugged. “He deserved worse.” You laughed softly, the sound gentle in the quiet night. “You know we can’t solve every problem with murder once the baby’s here.” He groaned. “Fine. I’ll try diplomacy. But I’m still allowed to scare them.” You rolled into him, resting your head on his chest. “I wonder if it’s a boy or girl.” He ran his hand up and down your back. “Doesn’t matter. Either way, they’ll be mine.”

“They’ll be ours,” you corrected, kissing the center of his chest. “And they’ll be loved.” His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer. “You’ll be the better parent,” he murmured. “Patient. Gentle.”

“You’ll be the one they run to when they want a shadow monster story before bed.” He chuckled. “I’ll teach them how to use a blade.”

“I’ll teach them how to plant herbs and sew ripped sleeves.” He paused. “We’ll be a strange family.” You tilted your chin up. “The best kind.”

Sukuna stared at you in silence for a long moment, then pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, slow and reverent. “You’ve given me everything,” he whispered. “More than I ever deserved.” You smiled against his mouth. “You gave me the world. I just made us a little more.” You stayed wrapped up in each other for the rest of the night, his four arms protectively caging you in. And for the first time in a long time, Sukuna slept through the night with peace in his heart.

Yuuji arrived at the estate just after midday, the guards at the front gate recognizing him immediately and letting him pass with respectful bows. It had been some time since his last visit—since the wedding, actually—and now he was back, this time with news already making the rounds among the servants: you were pregnant.

You were resting in the lounge when he entered, your hand gently cradling your stomach, a soft smile on your face as you spoke with Uraume. Yuuji’s face lit up when he saw you. “No way,” he gasped, walking over. “You’re really pregnant?” You laughed, letting him hug you carefully. “It’s not a rumor if it’s true, right?” He grinned wide, eyes misting. “I’m so happy for you. Really.” But you saw the glance he gave toward the upper halls—the direction of Sukuna’s chambers—and you knew there was something more behind his visit.

Later that evening, after dinner and wine, Sukuna leaned back in his chair, watching you from across the dining hall as you spoke quietly with your mother. When the room began to clear, Yuuji approached him. “We need to talk,” he said. His voice was quiet, but firm. Sukuna’s brows raised in mild amusement. “That tone again. You still think you’re my older brother.”

“I think I’m the only one who will say what needs to be said. Let’s go.” They moved through the halls to the outer terrace. The stone floor gleamed under the moonlight, and the garden breeze made the air feel heavy with thought. Yuuji was the first to speak. “She’s pregnant.” Sukuna huffed. “You think I don’t know that?”

“I think you know,” Yuuji said, eyes narrowing. “I think you’re also still pretending you can be both things. A king—and a father.” Sukuna’s jaw clenched. “She’s carrying your child,” Yuuji went on. “She’s trusting you. And you—you’re still ruling through fear. Violence. Control. You can’t have it both ways.”

“I protect what’s mine,” Sukuna said lowly.

“By ruling from a blood-stained throne?” Sukuna's temper sparked. “You forget your place, brat.” Yuuji didn’t back down. “No. You forget who you were. The man who used to come home early just to eat dinner with her. Who built her a house. Who held her like she was the only peace in his world.”

A pause. Sukuna’s face was unreadable, but his throat bobbed in a slow swallow. “I’m not saying this to fight you,” Yuuji continued, voice more steady now. “I’m saying this because I know what’s coming. You’re going to keep ruling. Keep conquering. Keep going to war. And eventually—she’ll break. Or your child will. You’ll either hurt them with your absence, or crush them with the weight of your name.”

Silence.

Sukuna looked away toward the trees, jaw flexing. The words stung. Not because they weren’t true—but because they were closer to something he’d been avoiding admitting to himself. Yuuji let out a breath. “You could have a quiet life. With her. With your kid. Somewhere far away from all of this. The power, the blood, the throne. You could still choose that. Just… think about it.” Sukuna didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The storm behind his eyes said everything—and yet something flickered. Something softer. Something like the man he used to be. And that flicker didn’t go out.

The halls of the estate were quiet now. Most of the lanterns had been dimmed for the night, the golden glow replaced by cool moonlight slipping through the wide palace windows. Sukuna walked with slow, heavy steps, his four arms relaxed at his sides, but his jaw was clenched tight.

Yuuji’s words rang in his ears still. “Eventually—she’ll break. Or your child will.”

He hated how true it felt. He pushed open the doors to your chambers, the heavy wood parting with a soft groan. You were in bed, propped up on a mound of pillows, a book resting open on your lap, though you didn’t seem to be reading. Your eyes lifted the second you sensed him enter.

“You were gone a while,” you said gently. Sukuna didn’t answer right away. He just stared at you from the threshold—his queen, his wife, the woman carrying his child. You were wearing a thin cotton nightdress, your curls tousled from lying in bed, and one hand lay loosely over your small but growing bump. He stepped closer. Slowly. Like he was afraid he might shatter something if he moved too fast.

You tilted your head. “Yuuji talk your ears off again?” Sukuna grunted. “He always thinks he knows better.” You smiled faintly, motioning for him to come to you. He did. He sank to sit on the edge of the bed beside you, large frame almost dwarfing the mattress. He looked exhausted in a way that wasn’t physical. You reached out and took one of his lower hands, the palm calloused, the claws retracted for once. You rubbed your thumb along the edge of his knuckles. “What did he say?”

Sukuna didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looked down at your joined hands. “He said…” His voice was low. “He said I can’t be both things. A king and a father.” Your gaze softened. “Do you believe that?” He didn’t reply. “I think… it’s not about what you are,” you whispered. “It’s about how you love. And you love deeply, Sukuna. Brutally, sometimes… but deeply. That doesn’t need to go away. It just needs to be shown differently.”

He looked at you then—really looked at you. And it was in that moment you realized he wasn’t afraid of the baby. He was afraid of failing them. Of failing you.

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. “If I fail you… or this child…”

“You won’t,” you said firmly, threading your fingers into his hair, your lips brushing his. “You already gave me everything. All you have to do now… is come home. Every night. That’s all I ask.” He kissed you then—slow, steady, unlike his usual hunger. It was soft. Reverent. And when you pulled him into bed, curling your smaller body around his massive frame, he sighed against your neck like the weight of the world was beginning to shift.

That night, Sukuna didn’t dream of blood or war. He dreamed of a cottage deep in the woods. A small child with your curls and his eyes. Laughter in the kitchen. Peace. Not perfection—peace.

And for the first time in years… he wondered if maybe that life wasn’t a weakness, but a reward.

The sun was high in the sky, filtering through the dense canopy of trees as Sukuna and Uraume walked side by side through the forest. The air was warm but crisp, filled with the scent of pine and damp earth. Birdsong echoed faintly from somewhere deeper in the woods. The atmosphere felt far removed from the gilded halls of Sukuna’s estate — quieter, calmer, untouched by war or obligation.

They had walked nearly an hour from where the horses had been left, making their way down a secluded path that twisted between ancient trees and mossy stones. Sukuna’s robes rustled as he moved, his towering form almost too large for the narrow trail. Uraume walked in silence, patient and alert. Finally, Sukuna came to a stop at the edge of a wide clearing, one he had found long ago on a different kind of mission — one meant for conquest, not contemplation. But today, he looked at the space with new eyes. The sunlight poured across the field in golden beams. Wildflowers dotted the grass. A creek ran nearby, the water bubbling gently over smooth stones. He crossed his arms — all four of them — and exhaled deeply.

“Uraume.”

“Yes, my Lord?” they replied, still defaulting to old habits. He glanced sideways. “Do you think I’m a fool?” Uraume’s brows lifted faintly. “That depends on the context.”

“I’m considering stepping down. Leaving the throne. Giving it to someone else.” That stopped Uraume completely. Sukuna’s voice stayed low, even, but heavy with meaning. “I’ve fought long enough. I've ruled long enough. I have a wife now. A child on the way. And I’m tired… not of power, but of what it takes to keep it.” Uraume remained quiet. Thoughtful. Sukuna continued, his gaze fixed on the clearing. “Yuuji said something the last time he visited. Accused me of being a danger to my own wife and child. That eventually, I would cause them harm. Even without meaning to.” He sighed, his jaw tense. “I hated hearing it. But it stuck.” There was a long pause before Uraume answered.

“You’ve never cared what anyone thought,” they said gently. “Except her. And that boy.”

Sukuna gave a slow nod. Uraume stepped forward and looked around the clearing. “You always talked about building a home, long before your curse was ever awakened. A place with wide windows and warm fires, where the only battles were over whose turn it was to stir the stew.” They smiled faintly. “You were happier then. No throne. No power. Just Sukuna.”

Sukuna glanced toward the treetops, sunlight glinting off the gold bands on his arms. “I want to live long enough to see my children run barefoot through this place. I want to wake up next to my wife without being called to a battlefield. I want peace.”

“Then have it,” Uraume said simply. “You have the wealth. The land. The loyalty. There’s no one stronger. No one who could take what you choose to leave behind.”

He turned toward them fully. “I want this place cleared. Trees trimmed. I want the best builders. A cottage — no, a home. With high ceilings, large doors, a room for each of my children to come. I want a space for her garden, and for the cat, and a bath that doesn’t crack when I step in. Can you do that?” Uraume smiled genuinely. “It will be done.”

“And don’t call me ‘Lord’ anymore. Not here.” Uraume inclined their head. “Very well… Sukuna.” He exhaled, as if letting go of something centuries old. In the quiet light of the clearing, surrounded by nothing but trees and wind, Sukuna didn’t look like a king. He looked like a man who had finally realized that power didn’t make him whole — love did.