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wheels-of-despair · 1 month ago

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Late Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie and Evil Woman survive a pregnancy scare. Contains: A road trip, Eddie and Evil Woman loving and supporting each other even though they're terrified, a collective sigh of relief. Words: 1.7k

The bed shifts, interrupting your staring contest with the wall.

"Hey," the source of most of your troubles mumbles, kissing the side of your neck. "You missed a great practice."

"I heard," you whisper. "You're loud."

Eddie chuckles, settles his dumb sweaty head on the pillow behind you, and throws an arm around your middle. Where the rest of your troubles lie.

"You okay?" he asks.

"No," you croak. You are not okay. You are nowhere close to being okay. Admitting it, even to yourself, has tears prickling at your eyes.

"Hey," he says, firmer this time, grabbing your shoulder and rolling you onto your back. "Look at me." His big brown eyes are so serious. It feels strange and unnatural, and not in an exciting way. "Tell me what's wrong."

Your mouth is dry. Your eyes are wet. Your brain is foggy. You haven't been able to focus on anything since you looked at the calendar this morning and realized something was missing.

"I'm late."

"Late for what?" he asks.

Your tears spill, and you roll back to your side and bury your face in the pillow.

"What the…" You can hear the squeaky wheels in his dumb little boy brain turning. "Fuuuuuuuuck," he breathes.

His reaction makes a sob escape from your throat.

"Okay," Eddie says quietly, wrapping an arm around you again. His chin rests on your shoulder. At least he's not burning rubber down your driveway and gunning it to 88... although going back in time sounds like a decent idea right now. "Okay. How late? Do you know for sure? Have you taken a test?"

"Yeah, let me just run down to Melvald's and let Joyce Byers help me pick one out," you deadpan, swiping angrily at your tears.

"Then we'll go to the city, where no one knows us," he says, rolling off the bed. "Get dressed, we're going on a road trip."

"Now?" you whine.

"Now."

You groan, let him pull you out of bed, and go to the bathroom. Still nothing. You reach into the laundry hamper and put on yesterday's clothes, too tired to go back to your bedroom for clean ones. Eddie's waiting for you in the hallway when you're done. He reaches out a hand, and you take it and head for the door.

"Where are you going?" Gareth asks through a mouth full of something revolting at the kitchen table. All the Corroded Coffin boys are still there. Of course they are.

"Church," you say at the same time Eddie says "your mom's house."

"You're in my mom's house, asshole," Gareth glares.

You ignore him and keep walking toward the door.

"What am I supposed to tell Mom if she comes home and asks where you are?" Gareth yells indignantly as you step through.

"Tell her we ran away and joined the circus," Eddie responds, closing the door behind him.

Eddie opens the van door for you and helps you in. Normally you'd fight him over this, but you don't have the brain power to care right now. He hops in, starts the van, and backs out of the driveway without a word. Once he's on the road, he reaches for your hand.

You take it.

Your thoughts are a swirl of chaos. You can't single one out to focus on. It's everything, every worry, all at once. You stare ahead at the road, watching the cracked country highway turn into multiple car-filled lanes when you reach the city. The big, anonymous, miles-from-home city.

Eddie whips the van into a parking lot and picks a spot front of the pharmacy. You stare through the window, wondering who's working here and how harshly you'll be judged. They must get irresponsible teenagers from the sticks in here all the time, right?

You take a deep breath and reach for the door handle, but Eddie's hand lands on your knee.

"I got it," he says, forcing a smile. "I'll be right back."

Eddie hops out of the van and disappears through the glass doors. You try to watch him through the windows, but your eyes slide out of focus. Everything becomes a blur. The rocking of the van on Eddie's re-entry snaps you out of it. He places a little paper bag in your lap.

"Do you wanna do it somewhere here, or go back home? We've got dorks at your place and Wayne at mine, but he's probably asleep."

You don't like any of those options. You shrug.

"I vote my place. It'll be quiet, at least."

You shrug again.

Eddie backs out of his parking spot, gets back on the road, and takes your hand again. You don't remember the ride back at all. Did you even have time to blink? He pulls into his driveway what feels like a minute later. He closes his door quietly and rushes around the front of the van to open yours. You slide to the ground, and he wraps you in a hug.

"It's gonna be okay," he whispers, mouth right beside your ear. You feel numb, but you force yourself to nod. For him. "C'mon."

He closes your door and walks you to the porch beside his bedroom. He lets you in quietly, glancing toward the living room to make sure Wayne's asleep. His uncle's snores are oddly comforting. This is as close as you're going to get to privacy.

"Do you want me to…?" he whispers, tilting his head toward the bathroom.

You shake your head and enter the bathroom alone, closing the door behind you. It's just you and your little paper bag. With shaking hands, you pull out a horrifying box with a horrifying price sticker… and a chocolate bar. Your favorite kind. You smile, for the first time today.

Eddie Munson is the best person you've ever met. You love him more than life itself. There is nothing you wouldn't do for him. But are you really ready to create a new life with him? Now? You're not even done with high school yet. How can you be trusted with that kind of responsibility when you can't even remember to water your plants?

Not now, existential crisis.

You open the test's box and read the instructions. It sounds like a science experiment. That's not your strongest subject. You stare at the awful little contraption and wonder if you can do this.

A pain shoots through your stomach; a signal that you should suck it up and get it over with. You take a shaky breath and unbutton your jeans. Your fingers are being extremely uncooperative. You're queasy. You're lightheaded. You get your jeans out of the way, sit on the toilet, and freeze at the sight of your underwear.

Blood.

You start to laugh. It turns into a cry.

"Hey? You okay?" Eddie asks quietly from outside. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," you sniffle, pulling your pants back up.

Eddie steps inside the tiny bathroom and closes the door, looking from you to the horrifying science experiment on the counter.

"Do you need help? Is it complicated?"

"Don't need it," you smile, wiping the tears of relief from your eyes.

"What do you mean?"

You step forward and crush him in a hug. He seems taken aback, but wraps his arms around you anyway.

"The bloodbath hath commenced," you mumble. "I don't need the test. I do need you to grab my spare clothes from your room."

"You serious?"

"Yeah," you sigh, pulling back. His eyes are big and fearful. His bangs are stuck to his sweaty forehead. He may have been playing it cool for your sake, but he's been panicking just as much as you on the other side of that thin trailer wall.

"Be right back," he says with a kiss to your forehead.

Eddie brings you the bag containing your clothes and emergency supplies and leaves you to it. You clean up, change, and carefully pack the pregnancy test back in the box. You emerge and slip into Eddie's room, closing the door behind you.

He sits on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, looking frazzled. You put the drugstore bag and the candy bar on the dresser and cross the room to sit next to him on the bed.

You let out a long, slow breath together, then fall to your backs. You reach for his hand, and he grips it tight.

"That was fun, let's never do it again," you joke.

Eddie gives a half-hearted chuckle and turns his head toward you.

"You okay?" he asks.

"I… I don't know?"

You both stare up at the ceiling for a while. Your brain is still swirling.

"I would've taken care of you, y'know," Eddie says quietly.

"You did," you reply. And he did. You sat there in a panic while he drove to another town, bought a pregnancy test, and made all the decisions for you. It's what you needed. It's always like that with Eddie; you even each other out.

"I mean if…" he trails off, unable to say it.

"I know," you whisper. "But I don't think…" You huff out a breath. "I don't think I want that. At least, not for a very long time."

"Oh, thank fuck," Eddie sighs in relief. "I love you, woman. I love you so fucking much. But that… fuck, that was terrifying."

You chuckle quietly and squeeze his hand.

"I love you too," you smile. "But we have got to be more careful."

"Agreed."

"Motion to not even entertain the idea of reproducing until after we've graduated and have real jobs and own a house," you propose.

"I second the motion, and propose creating a condom stockpile in all of the usual places."

"The motion and proposal pass with all members in attendance," you say with an air of authority, "meeting adjourned, refreshments will be served as soon as one of us fetches that candy bar some idiot put on the other side of the room."

Eddie snorts.

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x evil woman

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uravichii · 2 years ago

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4:17 AM ー shinsou hitoshi

genre: fluff, heavy comfort in the end, self-indulgent !!

cw: (1) mention of "ma'am" i'm so sorry it sounded cute i couldn't help it. that's the only gendered term here tho :') this is for all u tired smarty pants girlies im giving u a bf who'll stay up with u 😡

shinsou hitoshi's favorite thing to do is staying up with you throughout every single one of your all-nighters.

whether it's for an exam, a shit ton of homework, or a group project which, for some reason, you're finishing all by yourselfー he's plopped there on your bed, perfectly behaved and quiet as you threatened asked him to be.

when you ask him why he's so insistent on accompanying you during these ungodly hours when you can't even give him a scrap of your attention at all due to your heavy workload, he simply shrugs and says:

"'ts fine. can't sleep in my own room anyway." hitoshi's lips slightly curve into a smirk. "plus, i like watching over you. you pout when you're focusedー did you know that? cutest shit ever."

you roll your eyes as you turn back to your laptop, frowning at the heaps of unfinished work left. "well, if you bother me, i'm throwing you out of my room, alright?"

"yes, ma'am." he obliges. "coffee service is an exception though, right? back rubs too... if that's not a bother."

you whip your head back at him with tearful puppy eyes of gratitude. it's taking everything in you not to mount your boyfriend right now and pepper his face with little kisses.

he snorts at your adorable expression.

"stop. don't look at me like that. i'm gonna want to snuggle with you, and you won't get any work done." he chuckles softly as you swivel your chair back to your desk. "let me know if you want anything else."

a few hours and two cups of coffee later, he's still there, watching as you hunch over your desk, nimble fingers typing incessantly on your laptop with the occasional cursing of familiar names under your breathー he's guessing you're carrying a whole group project by yourself again.

he glances at the time on his phone, and being the ridiculously observant boyfriend that he is, he knows the exact second you're about to say:

"okay!" you hoist yourself up, slamming your hands on your desk. it doesn't startle your poor boyfriend anymore at this point.

"power nap?" he guesses.

"just for 20 minutes."

"alright, c'mere."

you collapse into his open arms, melting into him as he instinctively starts rubbing circles on your back. he peeks at your already closed eyes. "hey, you set a timer yet?"

your eyes snap open, "oh right." you pull out your phone and clumsily make a few taps before you toss it away, not even bothering to turn it off. "'kay done. g'night."

hitoshi glances at the bright screen. "uh. sorry to break it to you, y/n, but i don't think typing typing '430' on your calculator's gonna wake you up."

"fuck." you jolt up and grab your phone again.

hitoshi watches as you make a second attempt to set an alarm, which seems to have magically disappeared from your phone.

"that's... that's the calendar, babe."

and then another attempt,

"you're dialing 430?"

"well, i can't find the damnー" you shove the phone to him and whine, "you do it!"

he snickers before pulling you closer, caging you in his long limbs and obligingly pulling the phone from your hands "alright, alright. i'll wake you up. you just take a nap right here, hm?" he gently pats your cheek twice before kissing your forehead. hitoshi has always had a habit of babying you when you're all sleepy and snug like this.

he doesn't actually let the alarm go off. you're obviously exhausted, burnt out, and a tad irritatedー the last thing you ever need is having your power nap cut short with that god-awful noise.

instead, you're woken up by your boyfriend rhythmically smoothing his palm down your arm, planting featherlight kisses across your sleeping face.

"y/n. babe, wake up." he gently lifts you up until you're sat up on the bed, your back laid flat against his chest as he wraps his arms around your waist. he props his chin on your shoulder and coos, "sleepyhead. c'mon, you can get all snuggly and cute with me when you're done. right now, you gotta get up and get that gorgeous brain working again. you're not done yet, are you?"

he presses one last kiss on your cheek before you eventually (and reluctantly) rise from the bed, dragging your languid feet across the floor until you reach your desk and start working again almost instantly.

you hear the pads of his feet across the hardwood floor as he walks over to you, draping his heavy arms around you and brushing his thumb against your shoulder, "coffee?"

you give him a tired smile in response.

this cycle repeats two more timesー you crawling in his arms for another power nap, him waking you up in the sweetest, most gentle way possible, and you rising from the bed like a zombie, getting increasingly worn out until you finally stop typing and pass everything barely on time.

you slip into hitoshi's arms again and nuzzle your face against his chest, "'t's done." you mumble, your exhaustion draining out your energy to even enunciate your words.

"really? that's good then." he strokes the back of your head, pulling you closer by your waist. "you okay?"

you instantly start weeping. "no, i'm so tired. i'm so fucking tired. i'm dying. i can't do this anymore. that group project took up so much of my time so i couldn't write my own essay well. i just bullshitted my way for the last two paragraphs. it's awful."

"hey, you never write anything awful, y/n. it's physically impossible for the y/n to write a bad sentence." he continues petting your head as he consoles you.

"i justー" you mumble, your voice muffled by his hoodie as you press your face against his chest, "i could've done a lot better if i had more time."

hitoshi sighs, soothingly rubbing circles on your back. he wishes people didn't expect so much of you. never mind how intelligent and reliable you areー he's sick of people exhausting you like this. aren't you tired, even a little bit, of people constantly taking more than what you can give?

hitoshi's lips pressed on the top of your head as he ponders.

"hey." he calls.

"hm?"

"what if i... extend the deadline for that essay? you know, 'convince' your teacher to set a more reasonable one."

you raise your head to meet his eyes. "what?"

he clears his throat, avoiding your concerned gaze, "what if i brainwashed your teacherー"

"no, i get what you were saying, but i don't think that's a good idea, hitoshi." you frown.

"look, if you're not on board with it, i won't force it. i can't help you with these essays, can i? no one writes as good as you, so i'm just trying to help in any way i can."

"but hitoshi, that's notー" a yawn interrupts your sentence, brimming your eyes with tears. you easily surrender to sleep and snuggle back on his chest, "yeah, you know what? do that. fuck them."

your uncaring teachers be damned. count in your group mates that may as well be dead weights too. sleep and your sweet boyfriend felt less irksome to think about. you'll worry about everything later.

hitoshi snorts at your easy submission, hugging your waist even tighter as he whispers sweetly in your ear, his voice deep and tired, "i love you." he presses a kiss behind your ear, "if only i was half as smart and brilliant as you, i would've helped you with these thingsー you know that, right? if i could write essays as well as you do and my talents were on par with yours, i would've helped you a lot more."

he lowers his head to peek at your adorable, sleepy face before attacking your cheek and neck with smooches, "but you write such beautiful sentencesー how do you do that? what's your secret?" you giggle, both from the validation and his loud smooches.

silence settles over you as you catch your breath from that burst of laughter. he gently strokes the back of your head, feeling comfort himself at the steady rise and fall of your chest against his.

a sleepy mumble of "i love you." was all you could utter to your boyfriend before you start to drift offー you'll coddle him in the morning when you have the energy.

hitoshi smooths your hair back and presses a soft kiss on your forehead. "i love you too. i'm proud of you, okay? if you ever feel like no one acknowledges how hard you work everyday, just know that i'm here, and i see you every single timeー i've never missed an all-nighter, have i?" he snickers, "no matter how delirious and insane you get during these hours, i'm always there."

you chuckle softly and sigh, brushing your thumb softly against his arm.

"hitoshi?"

"yeah? what is it?"

you pause in hesitation, but you say it anyway. hitoshi would love the idea more than you already do.

"what if you brainwashed my group mates too?"

hitoshi smirks proudly. this is when he knows you've been spending way too much time with him.

"give me their names first thing in the morning, babe. i got you."

special tag: this is for @escapenightmare who also recently carried a whole group project on her back gws <3

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#epilogue: hitoshi brainwashes your group mates to buy you lunch everyday 🤩#shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinso hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader #shinso x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha headcanons #bnha drabbles #bnha comfort #shinsou comfort #bnha fluff #shinsou hitoshi fluff #shinso hitoshi fluff #shinsou fluff #mha fluff #bnha imagines #mha imagines

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feistypazzi · 4 months ago

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FAMILY OF OURS

ONE SHOT FIC (EDITED)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Disclaimer: This story never happened in real life situation just pure fiction. (Excuse the grammatical errors/Not proof read)

TW(?): Slight angst, Fluff, sexual content

Summary: Paige suggest to her wife to have a day for herself leaving the twin under her control and when Azzi returned home she saw the chaos that happened while she's out.

Paige offered to her wife a day for herself because ever since she retired from WNBA all she done is taking care of her until the father God in heaven blessed them with a two precious angels, their twin. After the day she gave birth to the twins their lives change forever, parenthood is hard as they expected, especially for azzi because she experience a postpartum after she delivered their little angels. Everyday is a challenge for both mothers yet they handling it so with the help of they mom's as well

How hilarious the look on Paige face was when Azzi is about to gave birth. She's the one who is nervous and anxious, walking back and forth in front of her wife who is currently in labour, as if she is the one who will delivered the baby. Meanwhile her wife, Azzi is just lying down on a hospital bed calm and relax.

"Babe calm down, Can you just relax yourself here next to me. You're making me feel dizzy" she command, Paige followed her and sit next to her, then she caressing her baby bump.

"Twins don't give mommy a hard time to deliver the both of you, okay?" She softly said directly to azzi's belly.

"I'm sure you'll be a good parent P" Azzi spoke, as she let out a sweet smile. Her wife looked up to her meeting her gaze.

"We hun, we'll be a great parents" she pressed a warm kiss to azzi's forehead and hugged her gently. Suddenly, Azzi feel a baby's kick.

"Ohh goshh, ohh" she whines, stroking her belly. Her eyes squeeze close and inhaling exhaling.

"Are they kickin'?" she asked with delight, placing her hand on the top of her wife's belly to feel the kicks. "Oh, You both excited to meet momma and mommy aren't you?" and the baby kicks again, the wifes let out a joyful giggles after.

Not long enough, Azzi successfully delivered two healthy bouncing babies, a boy and a girl. Paige can't hold her tears while in a delivery room when the nurse handed the first born to her, a baby girl.

"You look exactly just like mommy" she mumble, tears stream down to her cheeks. Then the second baby came, a baby boy. Paige showed their first born to her wife and place it next to her as the nurse handed the second born to her. "You look exactly just like momma" her heart is fulfilled with overjoyed. Azzi can't hold her tears as well once she heard the little cries from their twin. She couldn't believe that she just gave birth to a twin but she did anyways. She can't explain how her heart is about to explode with joy. "You did so great baby" Paige place a kiss on azzi's forehead after the delivery.

4 YEARS LATER~

Years already passed but for Paige and Azzi it feels like yesterday, they become a great parents showering the twins with love and patience. All the sleepless night and restless day taking care of the twin was worth it for them because seeing them happy makes them happy.

When Paige came home from basketball practice once she stepped in to their house, the twin will ran to onto her together with warm hugs and kisses, the tiredness she feel would magically disappear and when the twin stressing Azzi out yet they're the one who'll eliminate her stress as well, just hug and kisses it will disappear instantly. The wifes couldn't ask for more, they're contended on what they have and they're forever grateful for that.

Azzi leave the house with her wife's under control, the twin wants to come with their mommy but Paige persuade them not to, she promised them that she'll make pancakes for their breakfast, of course as a children who has still gullible mind they're convinced without any second thoughts.

"I'll take care here babe, don't worry" she spoke her hand wrapped around her wife's waist as she guide her to their door step.

"You sure?" Azzi ask facing her wife still unsure about the idea.

"For sure baby, Don't you trust me?" she asks pouting half joking.

Azzi let out a sigh, "Of course I trust you baby, but-" Paige cuts her off immediately. "And that's enough" her lips let out a silly smile. "I'm strong see" she move her the sleeve of her shirt and flexing her biceps.

Azzi shook her head playfully, "Nothing really change huh" she mock, "Anyways fine, fine but if you and the twins need something call me okay Hun?". Paige nods as her respond then calls out for the twin.

"Si! Mi! Mommy's leaving say goodbye" the twin rushed to their mothers running almost slip on the floor. "Ohh be careful"

"Take care mommy! we love you!" Si spoke with her tiny voice.

"Yes mommy, we love you!" Mi agreed. Azzi face the twin and they hugged and kiss her goodbye that made her heart jump with delight. Their mommy placed a kiss on both twin's cheeks.

"How about the momma?" Paige spoke pointing to her lips. Azzi raised her eyebrows making a face to her wife, "We're infront of the kids" she mumble.

"Si, Mi let's see who will the first to make it in the kitchen. Extra one pancakes for the winner" Si and Mi ran into the kitchen right away, leaving their mothers. Azzi slam her palm to her face shaking her head, "I can't believe you" her wife just shrugged her shoulder.

"Can I have my kiss now?" cocky smile on her face as she grabbed her wife's waist. Azzi can feel her cheeks turn red as she placed a kiss against to her wife's lips passionately. Paige bury her face on her wife's neck after, "Take care baby, I love you" she whispered.

She wrapped her arm around to Paige neck, "I love you most and the twin" and step back proceeding to their family car leaving her wife waving goodbye. And that's when the chaos started. At the time Azzi is totally gone Mi is running to her momma dragging her to the kitchen.

"Mommaaa!!" he yell with his tiny tinny voice. Paige just follow her son until he stopped on the kitchen. Her eyes widen seeing her Si playing with a flour while she's standing on the top of counter.

"Holy-" she cuts off her own words because it's not for the twin to hear. Si showed what she have done, scattered flour all over the counter table, floor and her. Since the day Si and Mi learn to walk on their own, the wifes can already identify the difference between them, Si is the naughty child that inherited her momma's mannerisms and Mi is the quiet child that inherited his mommy's mannerisms. Yet they don't care if their twin has difference as they grew up, they love them so much equally.

"Mommaa look I'm gonna help you" she proudly said giggling meanwhile Mi is just quiet standing next to Paige holding her hand. Paige was not mad, she's more concern because Si might slip and fall.

"Be careful baby" She hurried and pick up Si while shook off the flour to her face before something bad happens that will cause a WAR between her and her wife.

After cleaning up all the mess, she do let the twin helped her to cook for their breakfast not minding if it will be so messy. She just make most of the time with Si and Mi, nothing can really made her heart feel so affectionate except her children and wife. The three had a good bond together the kitchen is filled with cute giggles and laughter, Paige took some pictures of them while cooking and send it to her wife as a update.

WIFE 💗♾️🤞🏼

P: Hello wifey

P: Sent an Attachment (Adorable picture of three of them)

Wife: Awww my babies all grown up 💗🥺

Wife: How adorable, I miss y'all already hun

P: We miss you too here wife but for now just enjoy the day for yourself okay? Take care, We love youu! 💗💗

Wife: Yes Hun, I love y'all most! 💗💋

Subsequently, they finished their breakfast well. Paige proceeding to wash the dishes and the twin are now playing in a living room running on circle, their momma join them after washing playing hide and seek, with their toys. Anything what the twins wants to do as long as it's not dangerous, Paige is okay with it though they are making a mess all over their house but their momma just shrugged her shoulder. "They're just kids and wanna have fun" she thought watching Si and Mi letting out a adorable giggles.

Not until Mi slip on one of his toys fall facing the floor causing a tiny scratch to his forehead, Paige heart pounds and felt like the world stopped when she heard Mi cried. She immediately pick him up and stroke his forehead.

"Baby shh don't cry" hugging Mi to her arms trying to calm him down with Si next to them, cold sweats start to stream down to her forehead, she was so worried at that point.

"It will be okay Mi" she mumble, stroking her twin's forehead gently. Paige patted her head for doing such a great job as a big sister and place a kiss on both twin's forehead gleefully.

"Pain pain away!!" Si sing-sang then pressed a kiss on Mi's forehead too. Mi finally calms down, Paige let out a sigh of relief. She laid Mi on the couch for awhile and get the first aid kit to treat her second Born's forehead. Thankfully it's nothing serious it is just a tiny scratch and put a cute baby blue bondage on his forehead then kiss it, the twin hugged their momma after tightly that almost made Paige teary eyes feeling the warmth of her children.

*****

An hours later, it's nearly 6PM the twin are already in bed asleep peacefully yet their house still messy. Paige leave the twin to their bedroom and proceeding to the living room laying down on couch as she wait for her wife to come home. Her eyes almost half asleep when she heard the doorknob click and there she is her wife who look extra glowing walking down to their living room.

Paige get up immediately and ran to her wife with open arms, "I miss you wife" as she cling her arms around her wife like there's no tomorrow and her wife do the same.

"I miss y'all as well hun" cupping her wife's pouting face then kissed her lips. Paige brush smoothly aside a strand of azzi's hair to her ear, "You look extra gorgeous baby" she mutter Azzi rolled her eyes to hide her blush but failed her wife still noticed it.

"I guess the twins will have a baby brother or sister tonight" cocky smile on her face Azzi pinched her side instantly laughing. "Shut up" in a silly tone.

The wifes time was disrupted after Azzi saw the twin walk out from their bedroom while rubbing their eyes.

"Mommy?" they spoke simultaneously in a tiny sleepy voice. Azzi rushed to them to give them a warm tight hug, "Ohh my babies I miss you two".

"We miss you too mommy" Si spoke excitedly Azzi looked at her.

"We do mommy so much" Mi added, as Azzi looked at him she noticed the bondage on her forehead she feel her nerve wrack.

"What happened to you forehead Mi?" she ask but Mi pointed to her momma who's currently standing crossed arms behind her wife, Azzi look at her wife with deadly eyes. Paige can feel her wife's mood shifted and her heart beats so really fast.

She start to explain about what happened, "U-uhm e-earlier w-when-" stuttering.

"Mi, Si, Babies can you both go back to your room for awhile because Mommy and momma will talk for minutes" the twin nods as a respond and return to their room right away.

"Paige Bueckers - Fudd!" she get up facing her wife eyes throwing dagger. "Care to explain what happened here while I'm gone?" she mutter emphatically.

Paige is sweating cold already and hands are shaking. "M-mi e-earlier a-accidentally slip on t-the floor" she respond her voice is shaky.

"Are you not looking after them?" she raised her forehead frown.

"O-of course i-i do, b-but a-accident happens a-and it's j-just an small scratch B-babe" she explained while inhaling so deeply, playing with the end of her shirt to calm herself a little.

"It's better be just a scratch Bueckers." then turned her back to Paige leaving her frightened and followed the twins to their room.

Paige let out a deep sigh, heart still pounding and tears start to build up in the corner of her eyes. She took shower first and change her clothes to sleepwear then lay down to their bed after, facing the opposite side of their bed. She's kinda upset for what happened yet she overthink that maybe it is really her fault, she feel her heart ache a little, and tear dropped to her pillow.

Azzi enter to their room slowly not making any noise, she do the same thing as her wife does before she crawled next to her wife. She heard her wife sobs silently, "Baby I am so sorry if I got mad at you" she whispered apologetically and slip her arm to Paige side. "I-it's o-okay, it's my fault anyways I didn't look after them well" she murmur loud enough for her wife to hear.

"Baby can you look at me please, hm?" she pleaded softly, Paige wiped her tears before facing her wife but she bury her face against azzi's neck to avoid her gaze. "Wife, hyss, Look I'm sorry for how I reacted, I knew already what really happened and I knew as well that you did a really great job today taking care of the twin, I'm so proud of you"

Paige looked up at her wife. "And how'd you know?" she asked. "The twin told me" she replied a genuine smile on her face, "They told me everything, how the three of you made pancakes, play, and how you take care to the both of them" stroking her wife's Blondie hair, "Especially Mi, he told me how you rushed to pick her up when he slipped on the floor and treat him right away" she added wiping Paige's tears.

"They do?" Azzi nodded as a respond. Paige curled up to her wife tightly bury her face again to her neck and Azzi do the same and placing a kiss on her upset wife's head.

"You forgive me baby?" she spoke in a calm tone.

"No" she mouthed, "Unless-" Azzi cuts her off immediately because her wife's mood shifted and there's now a cocky smile on her face azzi knew already what is the next word that will came out to her wife's lips, "The kids will hear us" she make a face but Paige didn't give a budge and attack her wife with hungry kisses then topped her, azzi's body made a reaction feeling her wife's warm kisses trailing down to her neck and let out a silent moan Paige shushed her right away. "Shush they will hear us" and continue what she's doing down to her azzi's chest leaving marks on her way.

Azzi throw her head on the sheet and pushing her wife deeper. "P-paige p-please i-i can't wait more any l-longer-" she breathlessly moan silently making Paige smirk, blondie helped her to take her shirt off for more skin access as she inhaling azzi's scent. "Whatever you want sweetheart" then slip her hand and insert her two finger deeply to her wife's wet core. Pulling in and out faster and deeper making Azzi moan louder but she she cover her mouth to prevent the noise coming from her wife.

Meanwhile Paige is getting deeper and deeper her wife felt her stomach curling, "P-p i-i'm a-about to cum baby" she's almost out of breath, "Just cum baby, you're doing good, yeah" as she goes faster. Azzi grips to Paige's head tighten sign that she cum already, gasping for air. Paige pull out her hand out of her wife bottom sleep wear and place a gentle kiss on her lips.

They both end up with each other arm after the passionate time, breathlessly, Paige stroking her wife's hair, "You're forgiven baby" she teased. Azzi rolled her eyes half joking, "Shut up".

"I love you more wife" grinning and proud for what she just had done to her wife.

"I love you most" as they shared a warm genuine kiss again before falling deeply to each other's embrace.

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Ps: A fluff pazzi fic for y'all before I drop the updated version of the series fic stay tuned! Thankyou for reading babes appreciate y'all and feel free for request/feedbacks! Lovelotsss! 💗💗💗

(Special crdt for the twin's name Sierra and Miles to that one pazzi fic writer, please tagged her iyk her 💗)

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duffslut · 2 months ago

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Kiss your pain away

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 432

Warnings: Fluff!

- You're early! - You said when Slash got home, you were wrapped in sheets on the couch while your cramps ate you alive.

You stretched your arms out towards him, begging for a hug while pouting slyly. You had begged him not to miss the rehearsal, but as soon as he left the house (against his will) you regretted it. He wanted to take care of you but you thought you were well enough to be alone, which wasn't quite true.

- I couldn't concentrate knowing my baby was home alone. - Slash said, getting under the covers on the couch with you, wrapping you in a warm hug. - How are you doll?

You pressed your belly with your hands, trying to find some way to alleviate at least a little of that unbearable pain, Slash looked at you worriedly, pulling your body closer to his, and you felt tiny under his big arms.

- Would a kiss make you feel better? - He whispered, brushing the tip of his nose against yours before kissing you softly.

- It didn't work. - You said whining. - Another one! - You asked.

Slash laughed and touched the tip of your chin with his fingers, giving you another kiss, this time longer and hotter.

- One more! - You asked again and you received a bunch of little kisses all over your face.

- I'm feeling used. - Slash said, pretending to be out of breath.

- That's what you're here for. -You said between laughs, but your joy soon disappeared when a sharp pain almost pierced your stomach. - Fuck fuck fuck!! - You yelled in pain.

You curled up on the couch and closed your eyes tightly, thinking about how much you hated having your period, having cramps and not being able to even get up during this time.

- I'll bring you something, okay? - Slash spoke softly in your ear and ran his hand through your hair before getting up from the couch.

You just nodded.

- Here bunny, sit down. - Slash asked.

You sat up with the sheets still wrapped around you, he was holding a glass of water with something dissolved inside.

- It's a... A medicine for girls. - He said, trying to remember the name. - The woman at the pharmacy said it works.

Slash watched as you drank the medicine, and when you were done he took the cup from your hands and placed an incredibly giant box of chocolate in your hands.

- And this is for you for being a good girl. - He said, and you were so emotional that you felt like you were going to cry. - Even though you're only behaving because you're sick.

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sp1rit-realm · 2 years ago

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༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ Remus only wants to kiss you when he's drunk.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 shitty writing 𖦹 gn!reader no pronouns used 𖦹 hurt/comfort 𖦹 drunk!remus lupin 𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠

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Remus Lupin was drunk; he often was at parties.

For some reason, people think Remus isn't like his friends. He's the mature one. You had yet to learn where people got that idea from. Remus Lupin was a troublemaker in every sense of the word, and you swore his mouth would get you in trouble, too.

He would talk to you until you were giggling. It would result in glances from other students and stares from professors.

But, right now, you swore his mouth was about to get you into a different kind of trouble.

Another thing about Remus Lupin was that he was usually kissing someone, messily snogging them in the corner of a party before disappearing.

"Lights are so bright right now," Remus hiccuped.

You laughed, "Okay, handsome," Remus blushed at the nickname, "Time to get you to bed."

He pouted, "But that's not fair," He whined.

"Why?"

"'Cos then I—" He put his finger up as he struggled to remember what he was going to say, "I have to say goodbye to you."

Your heart tightened. Why did Remus always have to say things like that when he was drunk?

You laughed, "I'm sure you won't miss me that much."

He frowned and looked almost offended, "Of course, I'll miss you that much," He argued.

"You don't mean that," You sighed, tired from this stupid act he would put on.

"Now," You forced him to stand with you, "Off to bed."

As you cut him off, he was about to argue, "No if's, and's, or buts."

He frowned.

"Stay with me," He was finally in bed, but now came the tricky part: leaving.

"I can't, Remus."

"But," He pouted while extending his arms, "Love you."

Your eyes pricked with tears, "You don't mean that, Remus," You turned away from him, crossing your arms.

He grabbed your arm, "I do!" There was hurt plastered across his face as he quietly repeated: "I do."

But he doesn't.

"Please, y/n," He pleaded, "Love you, please stay."

Your heart crumbled with every word that came out of his mouth.

"Remus," You sighed, "I can't do this."

He looked like a wounded animal, "Why? 'M I that unlovable?"

Your heart hurt. He's not unlovable. He's one of the most lovable people, you tell him.

"So why don't you love me?" He asked.

"I do love you," You responded, trying to sound confident.

Remus crossed his arms, "But not in the way I love you."

"My love," You brushed some hair from his eyes, "I love you in the way you think you love me. I want to kiss you, Remus."

The gears were turning in his inebriated brain, "So why don't you?"

A tear rolled down your cheek, "Because you don't want to kiss me when you're sober."

Remus was fixated on your tear, "I don't?" He wiped the tear away, "How stupid of me," His hand lingered on your face.

Typically, you would laugh at this, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it, "Remus, you are drunk. You aren't thinking straight." You sighed as more tears fell, "There's a reason you don't want to kiss me," You choked, and your voice was weak, "There's a reason you don't want to kiss me when you can think straight."

Remus opened his arms; you couldn't resist the hug, so you collapsed into him. He kissed your head, "I'm sorry. I must really be dumb when I can think straight because you're so pretty, and so nice, and so perfect," He whispered.

"Please just stay for the night," He tried once more, "Stay the night, then when I wake up, I'll remember why you're here and kiss you."

You tried your hardest to resist, "I can't do that, Remus."

He looked so hurt, "Why not?"

You sighed, "Because I've done it too many times."

His brows creased, "What?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat, "Remus, every time you get blackout drunk, you do this. You tell me you love me, you ask me to stay, and you tell me you'll remember in the morning. You never remember." You cried harder, "I can't do it again."

"How many times?"

You sniffled, "This is the sixth time."

"This time, Y/n, I'll remember. I will wake up and kiss you," He promised.

You weren't sure why you listened, but you crawled into bed, and Remus cuddled against you. At least you had him in some capacity, right?

You woke up; Remus was already up, drinking tea, "G'morning." He said.

"Hi," You feigned puzzlement, "Why am I here?"

Remus shrugged, "Dunno."

Your heart frowned. You knew he wouldn't remember, but that doesn't mean it stung any less.

"I'll get going," You murmured. It was routine at this point. But today, he grabbed your wrist, "Stay with me?"

You pursed your lips and furrowed your brows, "Why?"

He smirked, "Because I was lying, I know why you're here, and I want to kiss you."

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hushedlover · 2 years ago

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Screaming and Crying Part 2

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

Summary: Part 2. You're recovering from the hurt Xavier caused. You've avoided him at all costs, but how long can it go on?

A/n: Here's part 2! I had so much fun writing this. Isabella is based off of one of my best friends who helped me proof read this lol

Requests are open! Send anything in!

The sun was setting by the time you made your way back to the school. Your phone had gone off multiple times with calls and texts from friends questioning your disappearance. You ignored them all. You couldn’t find it in you to care. The blood had long dried on your knuckles, not until after you had finished punishing the poor tree more. Your arm hung limp at your side, your wrist had swelled and was throbbing. Probably sprained or broken. You couldn’t find it in you to care about that either.

You were sure you looked crazy, your hair a wind blown mess, face tear stricken, and blood covering your hand. You walked through the quad and ignored the people who gawked at you. It was very few due to the late hour, dinner had passed so you just made your way to your dorm. Isabella, your roommate, would be pissed seeing as you had ignored every worried attempt she made to reach out to you. You were correct in your assumptions. The minute you swung your door open she was bolting to her feet.

“No, no she just came in. Yeah I'll call you back. Okay bye,” she hung up the phone and sighed. “That was Enid. We were worried sick about you! What happened? Oh my gosh your hand! Bitch, what happened?”

You surprised both yourself and Isabella when you broke out laughing at their outburst.It was odd, the rush of adrenaline you had gained from the situation. You felt floaty, like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders. Isabella stood there, gaping at you. This caused more laughter to flow out of you due to them looking like the human embodiment of the stupid emoji everyone uses. She almost looked afraid of you. When you finally calmed your fit of giggles, they spoke.

“Girl, what the fuck. What is happening right now?”

“I don’t even know man. I’m... I'm so tired. And boys are buttheads.”

“You say that like that's something new. I’m telling you, women are just better. But what happened? Was it that blonde beanstock you’re always with? What’s his name? Tarzan?”

You laughed again,” Xavier. And yeah it was him. It was him and his infatuation with that Wednesday girl.”

“Oh my god,” Isabella dragged out the last syllable, “I can’t blame him girl she’s so fine!”

You just glared at her and moved to go to your shared restroom. You wanted to wash the blood off your hand and inspect the damage done.

“Way to rub salt in the wound, thank you. So much,” you muttered over the sound of the sink running.

“Listen. Here me out on this. Please, plEAaase,” they whined from the doorway.

“Just grab me some pajamas, will you? I think I need a shower to get all of this off. My plaid pajama pants please.”

You heard rustling and heard Isabella call out to you.

“Not to ruin the good mood or anything, but shouldn’t you be having a mental breakdown right now? You haven’t even told me what happened, but I feel like there should be more tears.”

“I think it’ll come later, I’m kind of-,” You cut yourself off to take the clothes she had gathered from them. “Thank you. I’m kind of numb right now. I think it’s shock. And adrenaline. I don’t know. Can I explain after my shower?”

“Fine, but hurry up. I wanna know what my reasoning is going to be for kicking Tarzan’s ass,” and with that they shut the door behind them.

You slipped into the shower, the warm water relaxing your muscles. The silence without music would usually bother you, but tonight it was welcomed. Your head was finally quiet. Thoughts of Xavier and Wednesday kissing and holding hands long forgotten. You were just looking forward to the weekend now.

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It had been 2 days since that night. Isabella had kept you sane and occupied all weekend. You had shit talked and stuffed your faces with all the junk food you could find. Isabella had also confiscated your phone, claiming that “We can’t risk you being a pussy and giving into your problem.” So if anyone had tried to contact you it went unanswered. Bianca and the twins, you and Isabella’s friends, knew to take her if they needed something.

It was Monday morning now. You really, really did not want to go to class knowing you would have to see both Xavier and Wednesday and all your mutual friends, but Isabella forced you. They told you to “women up” and be a bad bitch. But you really didn’t feel like a bad bitch. You felt a bit pathetic. Isabella threw a pillow at you, startling you from your thoughts.

You flipped them off and then slipped out of bed and went to get dressed. Due to the weather being so cold the rules on uniform were a bit more lenient so you slid on some leggings and your Nevermore crewneck. The sleeve stuck to the brace you had around your wrist, luckily you hadn’t broken it, but it was sprained pretty bad. Isabella was getting ready too, but when she saw you in your comfy outfit she paused.

“Tell me you are not planning on wearing that.”

You looked down, confused.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Girl! We get the chance to dress how we want, be cute!”

“Says you,” you grumbled playfully but went to change anyway.

You threw on some jeans and a long sleeve top with a t-shirt over it. Then you threw on some shoes and walked out of your closet.

“Is this better,” You raised your arms in question.

Isabella nodded in approval and then they shoved your bag and phone into your hands.

“Let’s go, Bianca is waiting and I’m hungry. You took too long.”

“What?,” You yelled as you were pushed out the door and towards the stairs. “You’re the one who made me change! I was ready!”

The two of you continued to bicker all the way down to the quad, where Bianca and the twins were standing there waiting for you. When you approached them, Bianca wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug. You laughed softly at the action. It was odd, your guys' relationship. She was Xavier’s ex yes, but before that you had all been friends. And that didn’t stop despite the conflict between the broken up couple. You had always trusted Bianca, and though it was a bit awkward at first, you remained close no matter the circumstances.

When you pulled away Bianca held you by the shoulders and smiled at you.

“He’s a dick who doesn’t know what’s good for him. You’re amazing and you’re so much more mature than him.”

You smiled at her, and kissed her cheek.

“Thank you, Bianca.”

“Guuuuuyyyyys, I’m hungrryyyyyyyyy.”

Your group all laughed at Isabella’s complaints. You all agreed to have the twins grab the food and then they’d meet you guys back at the table to eat. It was nice to laugh freely with your friends. A weight was lifted off your chest. When the twins returned you all dug into your food. You were all joking and bickering amongst yourselves. You almost forgot about your conflict with Xavier. Almost.

The thought of him still lingered in your brain. It stayed there through breakfast and while you were walking to class. You were so lost in conversation that you forgot that you had your first class with him. You remembered when you walked in the doorway and saw him sitting in his seat, the one next to him empty where you would usually be. You froze in your spot, your heart palpitating painfully. Isabella stopped next to you with a puzzled look.

“Why’d you stop in the middle of the- Oh.”

They cut themselves off when they saw where you were looking. He hadn’t noticed you yet, too enamored in his drawing he was working on. You looked up at your friend next to you, your eyes wide with panic. You didn’t know what to do.

“Hey hey hey, don’t cry please. I don’t do well with crying. Here, you’ll sit with me. I’ll be your new partner,” She was already guiding you to your new seat.

When you got there you kept your head low, afraid to look up and make eye contact with Xavier. You sat next to Isabella and they struck conversation with you easily until the teacher walked in. When you heard the footsteps walk in the room you instinctually looked up, and you wished you hadn’t. Your eyes drifted across the room to where Xavier sat, the seat next to him now occupied. The sight of him and his new partner made your stomach drop. It was Wednesday sitting next to him. Of course it was.

He must have felt your eyes on him because he glanced over at you. When his eyes met yours and widened, you quickly hardened your gaze and looked away. You didn’t want him to see the hurt you still felt. Straightening your back you focused your attention on the lecture, you wouldn’t let him get to you.

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The lecture felt like it went on forever, so when it was finally over you were extremely relieved. You and Isabella parted ways at the door, they would go to their next class and you would go to chemistry. With Xavier. Your chest tightened at the thought. You sped up your pace as you walked towards the class, hoping if you got there fast enough you could find any seat away from him. But the universe decided to give you a huge middle finger today. When you arrived at the class there were only 2 open seats. Right next to each other.

You sighed. You were too tired for this. Maybe you could just ignore him and he’d leave you alone. That is if he even wanted anything to do with you. You didn’t have to wait long to see his reaction. He walked in not long after you, his eyes darting between you and the chair next to you. You continued to look down at your paper, refusing to meet his eyes. You heard him audibly sigh before he dropped his bag and sat next to you. You could feel him burning holes into the side of your head, but you didn’t dare look over.

Class started and things were going smoothly. The class was mostly notes, so there was no need to talk to the boy next to you. That didn’t stop him from bothering you though. As you concentrated on the board ahead of you, you felt something land on your hand. Looking down, you saw a butterfly perched on the back of your hand. It was a dark gray, clearly one of Xavier's drawings. You felt your heart pick up at the thought of him trying to get your attention. Immediately, you shook your hand, and your head, slightly to clear the butterfly and your thoughts. Xavier sighed again and then looked back at the board.

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After that there were no incidents. The day continued smoothly and by the end of it you were exhausted and ready to flop on your bed. You did just that when you arrived at your dorm. Throwing your bag to the ground, you ran and fell face first on the plush covers. Not 5 minutes into your silence, the door burst open. In came Isabella and Bianca, talking loudly before they saw you.

“Y/n,” Isabella called out. “What are you doing? We’re going down to Weathervane in like 10 minutes?”

You grumbled back, your words being incoherent. You didn’t want to get up. But you also wanted coffee.

Slowly you rolled off your bed and to the floor, and then looked towards your friends. Isabella looked confused, Bianca looked concerned. You reached your hands out towards them and pouted.

“Help please,” You wiggled your fingers at them.

They looked at each other and sighed before walking to you and pulling you to your feet. Then they dragged you out the door, leading you on the bus that was going to bring kids down to town. When you arrived in the cafe you practically ran for the counter. No one was there yet, but you knew the boy who worked here most days, Tyler. You guys had met at one of the festivals in town before his whole argument with Xavier. You had been pissed with him over what he did to Xavier, but after he apologized and explained himself you had become civil once again. Now you were more acquaintances than friends, but you loved the way he made your coffee so you were kind to him.

You dinged the bell on the counter obnoxiously while Isabella and Bianca made their way into the shop. You heard Tyler yell something from the back before he came into your view, clearly frustrated. You gave him a sickly sweet and innocent smile.

“Hi Tyler, did you miss me?”

“Oh so very much,” he smiled back at you. “The usual I assume? You want to put theirs on your order too?”

He pointed at your two friends behind you, who he had seen come in with you hundreds of times before. They had already sat down and were chatting idly.

“Yes please, I’m treating today,” You said, pulling out your wallet.

As you fished for the right amount of cash you heard Tyler speak again.

“What about his?”

Your head snapped up, your brows furrowed. You had been so focused on the money that you hadn’t heard the door open. When you glanced behind you, you saw the last person you wanted to see. Xavier.

“No, uh. He’s not with me- us today,” You tripped over your words, hands now shaking as you tried to hand the cash to the boy in front of you.

Tyler quickly took note of the way you trembled and how your eyes were watering. He quickly grew concerned. You two may not be close, but he cared enough to know he didn’t like seeing you this upset. He made eye contact with Bianca, who had been watching since Xavier walked in, and waved her over. Then he placed his hand over yours.

“Hey, Y/n,” He dipped his head trying to make eye contact with you. “Hey, why don’t you go sit down? Bianca or Isabella can help me okay?”

You just nodded slightly, feeling Bianca take your shoulder gently and guiding you to the table. Isabella was finishing the transaction with Tyler, both of them looking over at you with worry occasionally. You glanced around the shop in panic, not being able to find the boy you were so desperately avoiding. That was until he was standing directly in front of your table, just next to where Bianca sat.

“Y/n, can I- Can I talk to you, please?,” Xavier stumbled over his words.

Your friend tensed and got ready to get up and give him a piece of her mind, but your hand on her arm stopped her. Xavier saw you whisper something in the siren’s ear before she slid out of the booth, giving you room to slip out too. You made brief eye contact with your previous best friend, before turning on your heel and walking out the door.

You continued to walk until you were in the grass across the street from the cafe. You knew he was following you. Like a love sick puppy. You scoffed to yourself. When you decided you were far enough from the shop you stopped and waited for him to approach you. You felt him stop behind you, but you didn’t turn.

“Y/n, please would you look at me? Look, I know I messed up. I was a total dick and I’m so sorry. I just was so excited about Wednesday, I mean I really like her. I haven’t liked anyone this much since Bianca and I-,” He cut himself off when he noticed your arms wrapped around yourself, your shoulders shaking.

You still had your back to him so he couldn’t see the tears streaking your cheeks, but he knew you were crying. You never cried. And he made you cry. Oh shit. Why were you crying? He rushed forward and turned you gently. Grabbing your cheeks, he made you look up at him. Xavier’s thumbs brushed along your cheeks, concern filling his eyes.

“Please talk to me. I don’t think I can handle you being quiet anymore. You’re never quiet with me and these past couple of days I've been trying to give you space but it’s so hard. I miss you. I miss my best friend.”

He whispered the last part, resting his forehead on yours. You furrowed your brows and sniffled. Then you pushed him away, hitting his chest. You punched and pushed and hit and Xavier took it all because he knew he deserved it.

“You idiot,” You yelled at him. “I have supported you for years! I’ve been your best friend, no matter how much you’ve pissed me off. No matter what you have said to me. And you know why I did that? Because I love you, you moron. I have loved you since we were kids, and I haven’t done anything because I just want you to be happy. But whenever any other girl comes along, you throw yourself at her! You ignore me! I’m tired Xavier! I’m so tired.”

Your shoulders slumped forward and you sighed. Xavier was a few steps in front of you, shock written across his face. His eyes were watering, his cheeks flushed. You wiped your face and felt that you had been sobbing the entire rant. Xavier took a step forward and you took one back.

“You… love me?,” He asked, like he was afraid he would scare you off.

You shook your head and glared at the grass below you.

“Only since we were 8.”

“Y/n… I don't know what to say,” He started.

“Don’t say anything. Go back to your girlfriend and leave me alone. I don’t want to hurt anymore.”

As you turned to walk away, Xavier’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. His mind was racing, he was panicking. He couldn’t let you walk away. Not when he found out you loved him back and every stupid this he’s done in the past year was for nothing. So he panicked and said the first thing that came to mind.

“Wednesday is a lesbian. She likes Isabella.”

You froze. You tried to process the information the tall boy had just blurted but you couldn’t. Not fully. So you burst out an incredulous laugh and collapsed to the ground. Xavier wasn’t expecting it, and with his grip still tight on your wrist he was pulled down along with you. He landed half on top of you, his arms on either side of your head to keep him from crushing you. His long hair tickled your face and you scrunched your nose at the sensation. Then you realized the position you were in. You blushed, heat rushing to your face and looked everywhere but the boy on top of you.

Xavier on the other hand could only see you. He could only focus on your eyes, the freckles that dotted your skin, the way your lips pulled into that beautiful little frown. He gently reached down and ran his thumb across your eyebrows, trying to soothe the harsh lines there. Then he cupped your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. What he did next made your heart completely start and restart in your chest.

Xavier had leaned down, pressing his lips to yours carefully. He pulled away quickly, not wanting to overstep. Before you could question him, he spoke:

“I thought you only saw me as a brother. That’s what Rowan and Ajax, my parents, everyone told me. They told me I couldn’t ruin our friendship. So like the moron I am, I listened. I pushed away my feelings for you and I went after other girls because I thought it was the only chance I had at staying in your life. Sure, I liked Bianca and Wednesday. Maybe I had a crush on them. But I wasn’t in love with them like I am with you. I am so sorry, Y/n. I never should have said what I did. If I could take it back I would. But because I can't, I'll spend my entire life making it up to you.”

You were in shock. What the fuck was he thinking:? He could just apologize and confess his love and everything would be fine? No. You smiled up at him and then you slapped him. Hard. His face turned with the impact. And then you grabbed his face and kissed him. Hard.

“You owe me so many things, the list is at least a mile long,” You said as you pulled back and then kissed where your hand had met his face. “But we have all the time in the world for you to complete that list.”

Xavier leaned down to kiss you again and then pulled away with a frown.

“That hurt,” He whined.

“You deserved it and you know it,” you kissed his cheek once more before gently pushing him off of you. “Now come on, we need to get Isabella a girlfriend. Maybe she’ll finally stop making me watch anime with her.”

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Chapter 58: Night Watch

Warnings: torture, violence, references to rape, sex (watersports incoming; nothing plot wise happens in that part, so you can skip if you're not into it)

The light coming in Killer's window was already past the blue-pink of early morning and was solidly into the bright, yellow light of midday. You stretched and sighed, smiling slightly as you realized you could see the light pouring in the window. It wasn't a dream. Part of you kept thinking you would wake up and still be blind. There was a weight lifted off you now that you had made up with Killer, who was already awake and out for the day. You felt a little bit guilty you didn't make him sweat for a while longer based on how upset you had been, but you were more willing to forgive since he had never hurt you before. That and you had been craving the comfort of human touch.

You shut Killer's door behind you, and at the same time heard another door shut next to you. The hair on your neck prickled as the familiar, large, red shape manifested next to you, instantly pissing you off. You didn't give Kid the satisfaction of acknowledging him. Kid, as opposed to Killer, had hurt you plenty before, and it was easier to keep him in the doghouse. You walked past him.

"Hey." Kid called. "HEY! Are ya gonna ignore me?"

"You're hard to ignore." You sneered, "But I'll do my best for you, captain."

"I'M FUCKING SORRY! OKAY?!" Kid yelled after you.

Coming onto the deck, you passed by Quincy, who was enjoying a fruity cocktail. You plucked the toothpick of fruit out of it and slid the chunks off with your teeth. She made a whine of protest.

"Thanks." You finished chewing and perched the toothpick between your lips. You needed something to chew or you would grind your teeth into nothing.

"I didn't say you could have it!"

"I'll take your next night watch." That made Quincy's mood instantly better. It was an out of proportion trade, however, you liked the alone time it offered you. Sure, it was normally in pairs, but you would usually kick out the other person, which is what you would do for this instance as well.

Quincy smirked. "It's tonight, so rest up." She watched your jaw clench as Kid walked past. She rolled her eyes, knowing that you two were fighting again.

You stormed off towards the dungeon with a quick wave goodbye to Quincy. You ate and slept plenty. Now, you could get back to business.

The brig had been cleaned since you were down here last. The gore had been shoveled or mopped away and the tools had been cleaned and polished. That made you frown. They looked much more intimidating covered in dried blood and flesh. The prisoners were taken care of in the barest minimum, only to ensure they didn't die too soon. Your frown deepened when you saw they had also gotten rid of your spare parts, the body you had brought back down the day prior. Warthin was haggard but he didn't look dead inside yet. It was your mission to change that.

You stood in front of him and surveilled his current state. He flinched away from you, clenching his eyes shut and turning his head. You scoffed, "I haven't even done anything to you yet."

"H-haven't you?"

You hummed and mused, "I see I haven't broken you. Good. There's still a lot we need to get through."

"Please. I know what I did to you was wrong. I can't take it back, but I'm sorry. Please let me go. I'll fuck off to an uninhabited island and you'll never see my face again." He rambled.

"Tell me where to find Von Kossa and I'll think about it."

"I-I can't do that."

"Enlighten me." He shifted nervously. "I said enlighten me." You pressed your hand just under his ribcage, using your devil fruit to stick one finger through his skin. You followed that with the rest of your fingers as a countdown, until your whole hand sank into his skin.

Warthin screamed watching your hand disappear into him. "I DON'T KNOW WHERE HE IS! I SWEAR!"

You slipped your arm under the ribcage, blood streaming down your arm and dripping from the point of your elbow. Warthin's eyes crossed briefly as you tickled his heart. You could feel it beating in your hand. It was still separated from you by the thin pericardium.

"I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!"

"I don't believe you. You're his little dog. I know that you know where the other end of the leash is." You pushed your fingers through the pericardium and scissored your fingers to make the hole large enough to fit all of your fingers, slipping them closer to his beating heart.

"NO!" He blubbered. "I DON'T KNOW!"

His pleading turned to gasping and sputtering as you closed your fist around his heart, momentarily stopping it. It squirmed in your hand, trying to slip from your grasp like a fish trying to go back to the water. You released your grip before you caused him to go into cardiac arrest permanently.

"Do you know anything now?"

"N-NO!" He was still gasping for air. "HELP! Somebody help m-me!"

"Who do you think is going to help you here?" You chuckled. "Tell me where he is."

"He'll k-kill me," Warthin blubbered again, snot running down his face.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" You screamed into his face. "AND LET ME REMIND YOU I CAN DO IT AS MANY TIMES AS I LIKE!"

You gripped his heart again, causing him intense burning pain and a feeling of suffocation. It beat slower and slower as you deprived it of oxygen. Warthin's face turned red, then purple and his eyes rolled into the back of his skull. His mouth opened and closed desperately trying to swallow air. He was unintelligibly begging for his life as the light left his eyes again. His heart twitched a few times in your palm. You pumped it rhythmically until he drew in a sharp breath and the life returned to his features. Once you were sure he was alive again, you pulled your arm out, putting him back together on the way out.

He was dazed for more than a few seconds, becoming sentient gradually. "Y-you're ... you're ...... a crazy.... fucking bitch." Warthin finally mustered the breath to get it out.

You grinned with a pleased hum. "Don't forget it either. Now, are you going to tell me what I want to know?"

"H-he moves around a lot. I... don't know where he is." When you raised your hand to hit him, he cowered. "It's the truth! It's the truth! I really don't know!"

You glared at him. Maybe you could use him to lure Von Kossa somewhere or you could manipulate Warthin to make Von Kossa give his location away. You growled your frustration and grabbed his chain off the wall, forcing him to the ground. There were other various chains and hooks so that you could position him however you liked. For now, you like him on all fours, so you limited his movement in order for him to be stuck in that position. You kicked him in the stomach until he threw up, making it hurt just to keep his back straight. Then you went to the wall of tools and selected something akin to a cheese grater. What was it with you and kitchen items? With that, you roughed up his palms and knees until they became raw and ragged. After each one was done, Warthin screamed louder and louder, the wood and dirt on the floor stinging his wounds.

He was so loud, you didn't hear the door to the dungeon being opened and closed. You hadn't bothered with sealing it. You didn't want to waste any of your power. Only the soft clearing of a throat alerted you to Heat's presence.

"You here to watch?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Uh, actually there's someone in the infirmary who needs you."

"What do I look like, a fucking doctor?" You bit back before you thought about it, so engrossed in your devious thoughts. "Oh. I guess that is my job." You just hadn't done it in a while so it was easy to forget. It's not like you were trained as one in any official sense.

"Yeah..."

"Is it urgent?"

"Well-"

"Wanna play with me?" You batted your eyelashes at him. You knew it wasn't fair to use your charms on Heat, especially after he had saved you from yourself. "Just a little longer?" But you did it anyway.

Heat glanced over his options. "If I burn one, can- can you make him go back to normal?" He could do with a little stress relief.

You grinned from ear to ear. "Of course I can."

Heat grabbed one of the prisoners and placed him into a spot that was backed by stone instead of wood. There were singe marks around the edges and a vent over it. It must have been made especially for him. Heat pinned his arms and legs to the wall with the provided shackles. Then he stood back, applied chapstick from a small tube he pulled from his pants pocket, and let loose. You had seen him do it before, but it was fascinating to watch up close. The room rapidly became much warmer and the smell of burnt flesh permeated the space. Heat stopped and gestured to you. You stepped to the man, feeling the residual heat radiate from his red, oozing flesh. The flesh that wasn't red was black, crispy, and falling to the floor. Proximity made your power work better, though you had been building up skill and endurance the entire time you had been in the dungeon. The man glowed and his skin started to grow back in random patches, like moss on a log, until he was covered again. You hadn't bothered with the hair though.

"Can I do it again?" Heat asked. "I don't get to use my fire a lot because it kills them too quickly."

You came to stand by his side, admiring the excited expression on his normally sad face. "As many times as you want, buttercup."

Your tongue toyed with the toothpick between your lips as you watched Heat repeatedly barbecue your prisoner. Each time he went a little further, testing your ability. If he was charred to bone you wouldn't be able to reverse it, anything up to that, however, you could most likely mend. The pop and sizzle of the man's fat reminded you of when Killer cooked bacon in the morning. The man alternated between being a bright beacon of orange and a soft glowing firefly. Heat was breathing hard and his lips were dry, cracked, and uncomfortable. He had been so enthusiastic, he forgot to apply his chapstick. He was ready to stop anyway, satisfied with his open-flame cooking.

"C'mere." You beckoned him with your finger so that he bent to your level. Gently grabbing his cheeks with both your hands, you pulled him for a kiss, healing the chapped and cracked skin as your lips touched his. Heat let out a soft whine as you pulled away. You pecked him on the nose. "All done."

Heat had a blush spreading across his cheeks. "I thought you didn't need to touch to use your devil fruit anymore."

"I don't. I just like to fluster you because you're so cute."

Heat rolled his eyes and followed behind you as you went to the infirmary. It turned out that was by design, because when you opened the door, you immediately turned to leave. Heat's chest blocked your exit. You thought for a moment that you might use your fruit to walk through him, but you hadn't tried that yet and didn't want to risk becoming Heat's conjoined twin. You turned back around at a less than blistering pace.

"I'VE BEEN WAITIN FOR A FUCKIN HOUR. WHAT TOOK YA SO LONG? YA FUCKIN?" The last part seemed more curious than accusatory.

"My apologies for the wait, captain. I didn't want to come." You begrudgingly stood in front of Kid, waiting for him to tell you what was wrong. It was most likely another ploy to get your attention.

Kid pulled his flesh hand out from the metal one that had been holding it and you jumped back. All of the disdain and anger you had towards Kid evaporated and was replaced with worry. Two of his fingers were about blown off, only shreds hanging by tendons remained.

"KID, WHAT THE FUCK?!" You almost tripped over yourself running to the cabinets. You rummaged through them with urgency for some antiseptic to disinfect the area before you healed it. "HEAT, I ASKED IF IT WAS URGENT!"

"He didn't say it was." Heat shrugged.

"You have eyes that work, don't you!?" You ran back to Kid after you found what you were looking for and doused his hand. "What did you do, Kid?!"

He sucked in a breath as the stinging liquid hit his wounds. He was surprised he could feel anything, given that most of the nerves were melted off. "Nothin!"

"Tell me!" You pancaked his hand between your own two. Hands were a bit complex so you wanted to make sure it was healed correctly. You looked into his workshop and saw little wisps of smoke coming from something. "You burnt yourself? Something exploded?"

Heat chuckled to himself. "Boss... you got fingerblasted."

Kid didn't find it as funny. "M'GONNA FINGERBLAST YER SORRY ASS, HEAT!" Kid saw you trying not to crack. "ROTTEN, KEEP THAT MOUTH SHUT."

"Promise?" Heat retorted, bursting into laughter.

You were actually worried about Kid, but you couldn't help yourself and burst out laughing alongside Heat. "Stop. His fingerblasting days are going to be over if I can't focus." It was, in fact, his index and middle finger that were afflicted with Explosion Accident Disorder.

The giggles between you and Heat wore off as you began to restore Kid's hand. First, the bones remineralized. Then the ligaments slid back into place and the red-pink muscles and silvery tendons wrapped around them. Pale skin crept down from Kid's wrist and surrounded the two reconstructed fingers. The finishing touch was his fingernails growing back into place, which was uncomfortable only because normally he couldn't feel them growing. Kid shivered. He held his hand up to inspect, flexing his fingers.

"Good?" You got a rag and dampened it, grabbing Kid's metal hand and wiping the blood off. There was still some concern left in you. What if he hurt himself worse next time? And what was he doing to hurt himself so badly in the first place?

"Only one way ta find out." Kid curled his fingers suggestively, grinning at you.

"Fuck you." You were trying to be the nice, compassionate caregiver you were supposed to be when you were in this context, but of course Kid had to push you too far. It was a good thing you still had that toothpick, or you would have cracked your teeth. You flung the rag in his face and stormed out. "He's all yours, Heat."

The door slammed and Heat frowned at Kid. "So you didn't apologize?"

"I tried!" Kid pouted. "And what was that!? She was laughing and being all nice and then she turned into a bitch!"

Heat was so tired of being in the middle of this. "She was probably worried about you and was laughing to distract herself from the fucking hand you almost blew off." He folded his arms. "I'm not helping you anymore. I told you what to do," He sternly added.

Kid glowered, too stubborn to admit there was a part of him that didn't want to try apologizing for real, in case you decided to stop forgiving him this time.

"I believe in you, boss." Heat said it in a very reassuring way.

On your way back to the dungeon, Killer intercepted you, seeing that you were upset. As Heat did with Kid, Killer encouraged you to talk things over with Kid. Maybe it was petty of you, or childish, but you simply did not want to. No one could make you do anything. Kid was going to have to man up and apologize, a real apology. You weren't initiating shit and you weren't going to give into his charm. Killer may have been fucked and forgiven, but he was still on probation. His well-meaning words made you angry, not necessarily at him, and you stormed off again. You grumbled a noise of displeasure as you went back to the dungeon, with Minerva accompanying you this time.

It was beginning to get a little boring, so you had to get more and more creative. You sat on Warthin's back, using him as your front row seat. With Mini's help, you had disarticulated the shoulder and hip joints of the prisoners. Their limbs were flopped at unnatural angles as muscles had no resistance and could pull the bones wherever they wanted. They were lined up on the floor, unchained, only able to move by using their chin, chest, and hips. You watched as they raced to Peach Tree Man, with the promise that whoever won would be free from having to fuck Warthin's ass later. Curiously, one did not even try. He would have Warthin first, you decided.

The torsos wiggled furiously across the floor, scraping the fuck out of their stomachs. The weight of their limbs made this more difficult for them, which was one of the reasons you left them attached. You laughed as Mini snapped at them from behind, making them move faster for fear of getting their feet crushed. They looked like pink-fleshy maggots. By the time they reached the other side of the room, there were red trails behind them. The one that Heat had toyed with earlier only made it halfway before he became too exhausted to move, having used a lot of his energy screaming and being burnt alive. Mini made good on her threats and grabbed him by the feet, dragging and tossing him around like a rag doll. None of them were in danger of dying so you left them as they were, putting them back in their places. The 'winner' you hung up last.

"Congratulations, you don't have to fuck Warthin's ass." You patted him mockingly on the cheek. "You will have to fuck his mouth though."

"No! I don't w-want to do that!"

You punched him. "Why not? You love doing it to every other unwilling person. He'll hate it. That should really get you going, you rapist pig." You addressed all of them. "You're going to fuck him or you're going to get fucked. So make your choices now." You smiled at the terror in their eyes. You didn't tell them when they would have to perform. You were hoping Kid would finish your eye so the first thing you got to watch with your full vision back would be revenge. It was better that they didn't know when things would happen anyway. It gave them time to live in fear, just as you did when you had no idea what was going on around you when you were captive.

You wanted to stay longer, however you did promise Quincy you would take her night watch shift in exchange for borrowing her stupid toothpick. You were at the door to leave but spun on your foot, pulling the toothpick out of your mouth. You had been idly chewing it all day, but you didn't need it anymore. Using some tongs to avoid touching it with your bare hands, you gripped Warthin's pathetic little worm, plucked the toothpick from your mouth, and shoved it right up his urethra. His scream was so high-pitched, it might have shattered glass.

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Whoever else was on night watch with you wasn't there yet. Between the dungeon and your current position, you had grabbed a snack and had a quick shower, trading your normal clothes for leggings and a giant T-shirt that had probably been Kid's so you would be more comfortable. You sat on the small bench that went around the mast and propped your feet up on the bucket portion of the crow's nest. From this position you had a comfortable view of the horizon. It was a nice evening, perfect for you to stew over your thoughts. They circled around Kid. It bothered you that Kid really didn't seem to understand what about his comment made you so upset, seeing that he kept making crude remarks at you. Normally you didn't mind, in fact you thought they were funny most of the time, but right now it bothered you. It wasn't that you were against fucking, obviously, but you wanted to be more than that, be reassured that you were a crew member and partner above anything else. In fact, you were mad that he hadn't apologized yet because you did want to fuck him. You wanted to feel close to him and feel loved by him, not feel like a convenient toy. Now in the right setting, being a toy didn't sound so bad. What is wrong with me? You had to prove a point first though.

Damn your mind. You were supposed to be angrily digesting your thoughts. Instead, you kept thinking dirty things. Fucking Killer had unlocked your libido after it had been hidden away by trauma for so long. It was a struggle to stay mad at Kid when he kept doing naked somersaults through your head. Maybe you could rub one out after you kicked out your watch-mate. Then you could really focus on everything you were going to say to Kid and it would prevent you from caving to your vagina's demands.

There was a shuffling and grunt behind you as someone joined you in the crow's nest.

"Get lost. I'll handle it by myself."

"That's no way to speak to your superior."

You turned, confused, to see Wire. "Oh." You sighed and looked back to your half of the horizon. There went your chance of having some alone time.

Wire sat behind you facing the opposite direction.

You had forgotten all about the warning you were given several months ago, the one about night watch with Wire. There was no reason for the memory to be triggered. Wire sat on his side. You sat on yours. It was silent, but for the waves and for thunder in the distance. Several hours later, only the edge of the storm brushed the ship. A light rain began to fall. It felt refreshing at first, though the wind sent a chill down your spine as it blew against your damp clothes.

"Cold?" Wire asked. He checked on you and saw you shivering.

"Just a little. I'll go grab a coat."

"Don't bother. It was only a light rain and you'll be dry in no time."

"Yeah you're right." You could tough it out for a few minutes.

"Here."

You scooted halfway to him to see what he was offering you, as you couldn't bend far enough over to see him from your side. Wire was holding out his cape for you to get under. You debated until another gust of wind made your decision for you, hurriedly scooting close enough to pull the edge of his cape around your arm. It was big enough that you weren't touching him. Another wave of rain came, this time harder, and you scrunched as small as you could to stay covered in Wire's cloak as he pulled it to cover himself. You hadn't realized it was waterproof.

It was dark inside Wire's cloak. You were uncomfortably pressed against his side. You used your devil fruit to emit a soft glow, just so you could see a bit better. It was almost comical how big Wire was. It was like you were in a small circus tent, minus the elephants. What it did have was The Man With Three Legs. Your eyes just so happened to drift across Wire's lap. His tiny, black shorts left little to the imagination. There was the sturdy silhouette of his cock plastered against his leg. Was that even comfortable? It looked like it barely fit. One fatal twitch and his tip would be peeking out from the pant leg. It definitely wasn't healthy to have your junk compressed like this. As the ship doctor, you should suggest not wearing those particular shorts. And maybe he could start not wearing them right now. No! You banished those thoughts from your head and tore your gaze away from Wire's beautiful penis imprint.

"Doing ok in there?"

"Mhm."

"Just checking." Wire added. "You were breathing pretty heavily."

"I'm cockstraphobic. CLAUSTROPHOBIC. I'm claustrophobic," Your muffled voice suggested from the inside of his coat.

When the patter of rain against the fabric slowed to a stop, Wire parted his cape and peered into it.

"Hi," you said, looking up at the face above you.

"Rain stopped." Wire had a hint of smugness to his voice. "Hope you weren't too uncomfortable."

You wiggled out from Wire's side to stand up and stretch, noticing that everything was wet. Obviously it was wet; it had just rained. Specifically, the spot you had been in was wet and you didn't really want to have a wet backside.

Wire saw your discomfort. "You can still sit here if you would like."

You glanced from your seat to the dry spot next to Wire. This was a trap. "I'll stand." You returned to your side of the crow's next and leaned your elbows on the bucket lip so the you were partially bent over.

"You sure? That doesn't look comfortable." Wire added, "But I won't complain about the view."

"Turn around, pervert. Watch your side of the sea."

"Me? Pervert?" Wire chuckled. "I think of it more as admiration. You know... the same way you were admiring my cock."

You whipped your head around. "No I wasn't!"

"It's ok, sweetheart. Everyone does it."

"Well, when you wear shorts like that, it's hard not to stare." You huffed. "And by the way, it's not good for your sperm to have your balls confined like that."

"Hm." Wire hummed. "I haven't had an exam in a while. Maybe you should make sure everything is working properly then, doc."

Your eyebrow twitched up. What would be the harm in just a quick, professional check up? "Wire, we have to keep watch." It wasn't fair. You were so horny and he was offering it up so casually.

"Fine." Wire sighed.

"I didn't say no. I just said we have to keep watch." Saliva was pooling in your mouth just thinking about getting stuffed. "I can't refuse a patient."

Wire grinned and had a wicked tint to his features. "Can't refuse, hm?" Wire thought for a moment. "Lean on that, like you did a second ago, but in front of me."

You did as he asked, giving him a wonderful view of your round ass.

"Touch yourself."

Again, you did as he asked, sliding your fingers over your clothes to rub your clit. You heard the rustle of clothing.

"Back up."

You stayed bent over, pressing your backside out further, closer to Wire. It wasn't a large space so he was fairly close to you. You felt a thick finger slide between your clothed lips, feeling the moisture that was gathering there. He pressed his fingertip into your clit until you squirmed in an attempt to get friction. His hands moved to your hips and ass, appreciating every inch. When his hands slid to the middle, you heard the tearing of fabric and gasped when the cool night air hit your bare pussy. You were about to complain about your pants when two fingers pushed into you and left any complaint you had dead in the water. It felt a little sore from the previous day, but quickly turned into pleasure. You looked between your legs and moaned when you saw that his pants were pushed down just enough to free his cock, so tall and heavy that it leaned to one side. His other hand stroked it.

"Shhh. You don't want everyone to know what a slut the ship doctor is."

Wire grabbed your hips and lined them up with his. You pulled away and turned around. Your heart raced for a second, scared he was going to pull you straight down on his cock. Which, normally, you would have invited, but his size and your soreness made you nervous.

"Be easy. I lost my virginity yesterday."

Wire was easily puzzled by this. "I'm sure that's not true."

"First of all, I don't appreciate the implications of your tone. Second, it's a long story."

"Well I know it wasn't Kid who took it because he's been bitchin and moanin about how you're ignoring him."

You sank between his legs and put both hands around his shaft. "I'd rather not talk about Kid while I'm trying to fuck you."

"You're trying to fuck me?" Wire asked incredulously. "I thought this was a check up."

"Shut up." You put your mouth over the tip, intending to go down gradually.

Wired tsked. "There you go again. Talking to your superior in such a disrespectful way." Wire grabbed both sides of your head and pushed you down until you gagged. He released you right afterwards and you came off his cock coughing. "Are you going to be a good girl?"

"No, probably not."

Wire smiled. "Good. I like a brat."

You went back into position but Wire pulled you up and turned you around, sitting you on his lap. One hand covered your mouth and the other went back to your pussy, slipping two fingers in. He worked you up until he fit a third finger in, pumping them into you until your cunt was sopping wet. He didn't even try to make you cum yet, and you had a feeling he wasn't going to let you any time soon. Your noises were muffled enough by his hand that only you and he could hear them.

Wire whispered in your ear. "Yellow if you need to pause. Red if you need to stop. Repeat it back to me." Wire wasn't planning on being rough but it was better to be safe. He removed his hand from your mouth for you to answer.

You nodded. "Yellow to pause. Red to stop."

Wire put his hands under your thighs and lifted you with ease until you were over his cock. It took a few tries to get it in. You were so slippery that his cock kept slipping away from your entrance. He had to let one leg go and let you sag against his torso for a minute while he grabbed his shaft and guided the head into you. Even with prep, there was a sting as Wire stretched you further. If you were honest, you kind of liked the sting. Wire's hand returned to your thigh as he lifted you up and down his shaft, going further down every time. You bit your lip to keep the moans in, but were failing miserably.

"Hush," Wire spoke lowly into your ear.

Wire settled you in his lap with your legs on the outside of his, spread as far as you could comfortably be spread. He was still after that.

"What's wrong?" You asked him, tilting your head back to stare up at him.

"Well. I just remembered. You said we need to keep watch. I wouldn't want us to be distracted."

"I changed my mind. Fuck watch." You rocked your hips for friction and he stilled them with his massive hands.

Wire chuckled darkly. "No. You're right. As a commander, I have to stay focused."

You pouted. "Wire, c'mon." Groaning, you strained to move against his iron grip.

"You're so cute when you're desperate, fucking brat."

You moved your hand to play with your clit again and Wire snatched your wrist, twisting it behind your back and pining it between you and himself. You whined, "Wire, please."

"Prove you can be good and I'll give you what you want."

You made a discontented growl but stayed still, hopeful that Wire would give in to his own desires soon and fuck you bent over the crow's nest railing.

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Kid and Killer were returning to their cabins for the night after spending some time in Kid's workshop. Of course, Kid was curious as to why you were leaving Killer's room that morning, so Killer enlightened him. Kid was internally screaming at himself for not making up with you sooner after he had heard about the whole pseudo-virgin thing. Mostly, he was jealous that Killer was forgiven and got to spend time with you.

They passed by Quincy as she came from the women's quarters, her hair bundled up in a turban to dry after her shower.

"Why aren't you on watch?" Killer questioned, as he was acutely aware of the schedule.

"Oh! I switched with Y/N." Quincy continued down the hall.

It took Killer some processing time before he grabbed Kid's arm. "Wire's on watch."

They shared a knowing glance and hustled back out on deck until they were under the crow's nest. It wasn't a problem if you decided to fuck Wire. They wanted to check on you out of curiosity and maybe slight territorial instinct, not jealousy.

"Y/N!" Killer called up to you.

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You had been sitting in Wire's lap, completely still, trying not to think about every little twitch of his cock that you could feel, that you knew he was doing on purpose to tease you. You sat up a little straighter when you heard your name being called and looked at Wire.

"You can get up."

With his permission, you leaned over the edge of the crow's nest. "Yeah?" When you saw Kid, your lip curled. "What do you want?"

"Just checking on you." Killer yelled up.

"I'm fine? Wire is right here." You gestured behind you. Kid and Killer shared a look, which made you squint your eyes suspiciously at them.

Wire got up to show his face to them, coming up right behind you, leaning over you on the edge. He was quite a bit taller than you so he was hunched at a strange angle.

You sucked in a breath and tried not to betray what was happening as you felt Wire sheath himself back inside you.

Wire whispered so only you heard. "Now touch yourself." You felt him pull out and push in, just enough for you to feel the movement but not enough that it was noticeable.

"It rained. You didn't get wet?" Killer questioned.

You were afraid to do as Wire said, but you obeyed anyway, before Wire could use it as an excuse to make you do something humiliating. "I'd say I'm a little w-wet. But it's fine." Even the smallest movements felt amazing after being still for so long. As soon as your fingertips touched your clit, you weren't so reluctant, taking advantage of the opportunity Wire gave you.

"You're not cold?"

"I'll come up and give ya my coat!" Kid offered.

"No!" You said with too much force. "No I'm actually hot. I'm very hot. Must be hormones or something." Your knees knocked together while Wire dragged deliciously slowly against your gummy walls and your fingers danced around your sensitive bud.

"We're fine up here." Wire said. "Stop worrying so much about our girl. I'm taking very good care of her." He had a knowing smirk on his face, daring one of them to say something. To you only, Wire said, "Tell them."

You were pretty certain your eyes crossed as Wire pulled your hips tightly against him, so tightly that his tip was squished against your cervix. "Wire-" You coughed to cover a moan. "Wire's been keeping me warm."

"Wire can handle watch by himself! Why don't ya come with me and..." Kid thought very hard about this one, trying not to make it a sex thing. "... tell me ... about yer day?"

"Goodnight, captain." You said, ending the conversation.

From behind you, you couldn't see but Wire was giving Kid the middle finger.

Killer cursed Wire, having to grab Kid and spin him around before he started a fight.

Kid growled in an annoyed way, harshly whispering to Killer. "He's fucking balls deep in her. He doesn't even like her that much."

Killer spoke out of the side of his mouth. "It sounds to me like maybe you're regretting your decision not to apologize sooner."

"Ya better have something sexy on under those jeans."

"I'm not fucking you either. I need my beauty sleep," Killer reminded him.

"THEN WHO'S GONNA FUCK ME?!" Kid accidentally yelled louder than he meant to.

Wire's voice came from far away. "Try your hand!"

Killer had to restrain Kid again. Wire knew he was playing with fire, but it was worth it to see Kid get worked up over someone else playing with his things while he was still grounded.

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Wire pulled you back onto his lap as he sat back down. He rewarded your good behavior with a few good pumps before he stilled again and took your hands away from pleasuring yourself. He tortured you most of the night by not moving, or by touching you just enough to make you whine and then rescinding it, or by whispering all the filthy things he'd like to do to you into your ear. It was driving you wild. All you wanted to do was ride his dick until you came at least once, preferably multiple times. You thought about using your devil fruit against him, but that would be cheating, and this was all a game.

"If I decide that you deserve it, what do you want me to do to you, whore?"

You involuntarily shivered. "I want you to bend me over that railing and fuck me until I'm crying."

Wire chuckled. "Are you sure you want to ask that of me, princess?"

"Please fuck me. Please." You begged. "It won't take much. Just give me 5 minutes."

"So needy."

"I am. I am needy." You stretched and adjusted your position as your back started getting stiff, but also just to have an excuse to move.

"I know what you're doing."

"I'm not doing anything."

Wire continued to bully you, telling you how big of a slut you were and how he bet you would love it if the entire crew took turns fucking you. He suggested fucking you in front of Kid and making him watch as a punishment for upsetting you, which was fairly appealing to you, except Kid didn't even deserve to watch. Every so often, Wire would shift for his own comfort and you relished it. It was so pathetic that him shifting his weight, and the minute movement it caused, had you throbbing and twitching. Wire had you so worked up, just by talking dirty to you for the most part. This time when he shifted, he was pressed uncomfortably against your bladder, which apparently was full.

"Wire, can I use the bathroom really quickly? I have to pee."

"Sure."

When you tried to get up however, Wire held you in place. "Wire, you said I could go!"

"No. I said you could pee."

"I'm not doing it here."

"Then I guess you'll hold it."

"You're disgusting. I'm not peeing in front of you, on you, whatever."

"Would it make you feel better if I peed on you first?"

"Don't you dare."

"You're not the one in charge here."

Wire's hands wandered over you, tweaking you here and there. One slid over your lower stomach, firmly pressing down.

"Wire!" He knew what he was doing, putting pressure on your bladder.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Curious how you haven't used your colors yet, though, isn't it? I think you want to."

"I don't." The truth was, you weren't sure how you felt about it. Part of you was intrigued by the receiving end, being marked, almost animalistic in nature. Your pride wouldn't let you ask for it though.

One of Wire's hands covered your mouth and the other went between your legs, tracing the outside of your labia and gradually moving inward. You shuddered when his finger finally pressed into your clit, arching your back into him. He rolled his hips from under you. It was hard not to hit your sweet spot when he had a dick that took up every inch of space there was inside you. You both resented and praised him for wanting to make a complete humiliating mess of you. You moaned freely into his hand, unworried about anyone hearing you. Every movement he made pressed into your bladder and it was a struggle to balance relaxing into his thrusts so you could cum and holding your piss in.

"That's right, little one. You can make a mess in my lap. Come undone for me."

You resisted, still holding onto your pride and your piss.

"I know you want to cum so badly. Think about how good it will feel to let go."

You shook your head, still screaming into his palm.

Wire was unrelenting in his movements, thrusting into you more, rubbing your clit in fast circles. "Cum for me. You've been begging all night to cum and now you're resisting me? Tch. You are a brat."

You were less and less in control of your body as you gave in to your pleasure. Wire allowed you to roll your hips against his. Your hand was gripped tightly on his wrist, holding it in place over your clit. In a burst of stars across your vision, you came, thighs shaking, back arching, Wire's hand barely containing the blissful sound coming from your throat. Wire got what he wanted. As soon as you came, you did more than squirt, you soaked your torn leggings and Wire beneath you.

"Fuck. Make a mess. Let it all out." Wire rubbed your clit harder until you were spraying the wood that made up the bottom of the crow's nest. "Good girl."

You were panting and blissed out in Wire's lap. All the edging built up into a huge, rapturous orgasm that had you completely limp against him. Every so often you twitched with aftershocks.

Wire took his hand from your mouth and stroked your hair. "That feels better, doesn't it?"

You nodded, slumped in his lap.

"You're my plaything aren't you?"

You nodded again. You would agree to whatever he said, too tired to put up a fight, too focused on the tingling endorphins zipping around your body as the orgasm lingered.

"You'll do whatever I want, won't you?"

You nodded.

"Out loud, little one."

"I'll do whatever you want, Wire."

"That's a good pet." Wire threw you so you were bent over the side of the crow's nest. "Now you get your reward. But you better cum quick, looks like dawn is close, and you wouldn't want Killer to wake up and see his favorite girl strung out on someone else's cock."

You both knew damn well Killer would actually really enjoy that, but you played along. You didn't want anyone else to see that anyway and people would start getting up to start on their duties as soon as dawn broke. The sky had a light tint to it at the horizon, though dark clouds that threatened rain still hung low in the night sky.

Wire grabbed your hair and your hip as leverage to pound into you. You weren't expecting him to start so rough, but you did say you wanted him to make you cry. The edge of the wood painfully pressed into your thighs as Wire pushed into you from behind. He was unrelenting, not even giving you a chance to recover from your orgasm. Your hand gripped the wood hard, half afraid he would fuck you right over the edge. Your cries were no longer imprisoned inside your mouth by Wire's hand and you cared little to cover them up. All you cared about was Wire fucking your brains out and being intoxicated with ecstasy.

"Oh fuck!"

"That's it, slut. Beg for my cock. Tell me whose pussy this is."

"It's yours!" You moaned. "Ruin this cunt, Wire. Please."

Wire's monster cock rubbed your clit from the inside. He bullied your cunt, forcing his length as far into you as it would go, repeatedly pounding into your cervix. You were melted over the side of the crow's nest, lost in pleasure. Tears pricked the edges of your eyes as you gave in. Your thighs were soaked with a mix of the wetness of your cunt and your urine, and they only got wetter as Wire fucked into you. He was turning you into a sloppy puddle and you loved every second of it.

Wire pulled you up so your back was touching him and shoved his fingers into your mouth to muffle you, as you were starting to actually get loud enough to wake the ship. Your wet, hot breath on his hand and the wanton moans spilling from your mouth made his balls tighten, threatening to spill inside you. He didn't even think you knew you were doing it, but you were throwing your hips back on him, and the way you were hypnotized by his fucking made him groan. Your cunt had him ini a vice grip, trying to milk him for every drop of cum he had.

"I'm g-gonna cum," you stuttered.

Wire grunted. "Me too. You gonna take all of it?"

"Fill me up! Please! I need it."

"That's ngh- my good little slut."

As soon as Wire felt your walls clench around him, it pushed him over the edge. His balls squeezed as he spilled his seed inside you. An impressive amount of cum was unloaded into you, spilling out onto your thighs as his cock left no room in your pussy for the cum to go. Every pulse of your orgasm pushed a little more of his seed out. Wire felt your weight fall into him. Your knees gave out with the intensity of the waves coursing through you. Wire lowered you sit on the bench, licking his lips at the way you were slumped and whimpering, legs spread, leaking his seed, with your pretty pink pussy exposed in your ripped clothes. He couldn't help but thrust his fingers back between your puffy lips, feeling his stickiness clinging to you. You whined feeling his fingers move inside your overly-sensitive body. Wire stroked himself, not to stay hard, but to feel the residual pleasure before his dick softened.

"What do you say?"

You barely registered Wire talking to you. "T-thank you."

"That pretty, tight pussy is mine, right?"

You nodded. "Yes, sir."

"You want me to make it mine?"

"Mhm." Fat raindrops started to fall on the ship, cool against your skin. Then you felt something warm pattering against you. You were brought partially out of your stupor by the sight of Wire with his heavy shaft in his hand, pissing directly onto your spread cunt, marking you. The foreign feeling of the stream hitting your clit made your legs twitch. Warmth rose to your cheeks as you processed that you were allowing yourself to get peed on by Wire. It was both humiliating and arousing. Maybe you had some kinks that needed to be explored further.

Wire pressed a kiss to your forehead and slapped your vulva when he was finished. "You were so good for me. Let me take care of my pretty pet."

The sun's rays were starting to branch out from the horizon line as Wire carried you unseen to his and Heat's quarters. It was smaller than either Kid or Killer's cabins, and there was no separation between Heat and Wire's spaces, but they still had their own bathroom, again smaller than Kid and Killer's. You could hear rain begin to pour down harder, which was for the best since it would wash away the mess in the crow's nest. It was also relaxing as Wire stripped your soiled and torn clothing from you. He brought you into their shared bathroom, and was supporting you with his arm while he disrobed as well. Wire ran a bath and brought you in with him, as their bathtub was also large enough to fit someone as large as Wire and then some. He let you lay on his chest while you soaked.

"You did so well, sweetheart. Does anything hurt?"

You shook your head. You really just wanted to sleep now.

"I know that was new for you. How was it? If you didn't like it, you don't have to do it again."

You thought about it. "I... liked it."

"Good." Wire stroked your hair.

You mustered the strength to sit up and face Wire. You hadn't taken the time to appreciate his features, usually lost on his dick when he was sans clothes. The flecks of gray in his dark hair were charming. You scratched his sideburns affectionately. "Thank you for guiding me into something new." You felt like he deserved some praise, too. You grinned. "You know, you weren't that mean to me this time."

"And you weren't that much of a brat."

You sighed a weak laugh.

Wire cleaned you up and tucked you into his bed, choosing himself to slide in next to Heat, who was still asleep in his own bed. You thought you heard some sleepily exchanged words of endearment between them before you melted into unconsciousness.

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Hi! I know you literally just posted Bratty Eddie™️, but I'd like to request another fic with him.

You and another anon talked about him not being allowed to touch reader while she gets off and I cannot get that thought out of my mind.

I just wanna see a whiny tantrum when he can't make his girl feel good. (Also if you wanna have him call her majesty or highness I'd be forever in your debt).

You just jumped the line with this request 🫡

Bratty Eddie is back again

Eddie was in a mood today. He wasn't sure why he woke up so pissed off. He was grumpy, his hair wasn't working, his fan broke and he lost one of his rings.

When Eddie had a bad day, everyone had a bad day. He was a whiny fucking brat. Y/N knew that. She loved her baby but not his tantrums.

She's been trying to study for the past hour but Eddie has been slamming every possible door.

"Eddie knock it off!" She snapped as she looked over at him. She was sitting on his couch with a book in her lap.

"I CAN'T FIND MY CHIPS" he screamed. Stomping his foot into the floor.

"that is no reason to yell or throw a fit" she growled

Eddie rolled his eyes and turned back around to search for his snacks

"did you roll your eyes at me, you brat?"

"...no mommy" he said quietly

Trying to disappear into his pantry.

She let his attitude roll off of her shoulders, focusing back on her textbook.

She got a good five minutes in when her boyfriend made his way over to her.

"do you want to do something fun with me mommy?" Eddie asked, crawling to sit against her legs. Kissing her knees softly

"can't baby" she said quickly. All of her attention was focused on studying.

Eddie whined and threw his head back. His feet kicked the floor as he spazzed.

"but why not?"

"baby I'm busy. Maybe in a few minutes" she said, kissing his forehead and going back to studying.

Eddie huffed and nodded. But sitting this close to her body had his body burning. He could smell her lotion on her smooth legs. His hand softly trails the skin.

"can I at least have fun with myself?" He asked

"absolutely not"

"mommy please!" He whined. Once again his feet smacking the floor

"no means no" she growled as she yanked his hair. He moaned as she yanked harder, "if you sit good I'll suck you off. Okay?" She whispered

He nodded fast and went to his bedroom. Something to distract him.

His bedroom was a bad idea. Everything reminded him of her.

His desk- where she bent him over and fucked him when he refused to get ready for dinner.

His bed- where he got rewarded with cuddles and long kisses.

His wall- there was still a dent in it from when she teased him so bad he smacked his head as he orgasmed

Fuck even his floor was marked with her. When he was so desperate he laid on the floor and begged her to fuck him just right there.

He whimpered as his cock was growing harder. Checking his watch, it's been three minutes since he last bugged her.

He wanted to be good. He sat himself on his bed and looked through his hellfire sketches. Forgetting about the erotic ones he drew of his mommy the past few nights.

He drew the nastiest things they've done. A photo of him crying as she tied a belt around his throat. A close up of his mouth sucking on her clit while he was blindfolded. One of just her tits, a small E rested underneath her right tit. That was Eddie's favorite one.

Another one of him handcuffed to the bed, a plastic cock in his mouth as he choked. And his newest one- her pussy lips resting on top of his cumming cock. He whimpered remembering how she slid her pussy lips all over his cock. Refusing to slip it in, no matter how much he begged.

He quickly looked in the doorway, seeing she was buried in her book, Eddie slowly slid down his boxers. Sighing in relief as his cock was free. With one last look at his door he spit on his hand. Teasing his tip as he rested his fingertips on it. Teasing his head the way mommy does.

"EDDIE!" She screamed from the other room. He jumped up and tucked his cock in his boxers. Throwing his sketchbook underneath the bed.

"COMING MOMMY" he yelled back. He bounced on his feet as he walked over to her.

"play time?" He asked, dropping to his knees as he nudged her thighs apart with his head.

"not yet" she said, scratching his head with her nails.

"then why did you call me?" He whined. His hands slapped on the couch bedside of her. A dramatic sigh left his lips.

"why baby? Were you busy doing something?" She smirked. Finally looking up from her book.

His watery puppy eyes were found over the top of it.

"no" he said

But he said it too quickly

"hand" she demanded

Eddie tried to outsmart her, proudly giving her his left hand. A big smile on his face

She pecked his palm softly

"other" she demanded. That's when he grew nervous.

"mommy I'm hungry. Can I taste you for a little bit?" He tried to distract her. His face going back down between her thighs.

She yanked his right hand off of the couch.

Smirking as she smelled the skin and licked his palm. Sucking softly on his fingertips.

She moaned around his fingers, definitely tasting him.

"you touched yourself" she accused. Throwing his hand down. He let gravity take it. Dangling by the side of his body.

"no mommy I was good" he tried to lie. Shifting underneath her gaze

"don't fucking lie to me" she snapped. Her hand gripped his throat as he choked.

"I can taste you on your hand. I could taste your precum. And your hand smells like spit. You went in there and touched yourself. Even after I said I'd give you a treat."

Eddie felt ashamed. She was being nice and his attitude was getting in the way.

"I'm sorry" he sighed. Placing his cheek against the top of her thigh.

"thank you. If you can sit and be good until I'm done, I'll still give you your treat baby. Okay?"

He nodded happily. Throwing himself on the couch next to her.

He silently read over her shoulder, eyes growing heavy as he read the boring material.

Within seconds Eddie was shifting everywhere

"I'm going to go lay down and take a nap" he said, kissing her cheek. She smiled and smacked his ass as he got up.

He blushed and walked faster to his bedroom. Closing the door and throwing himself on the bed. Once again pulling out his cock, grabbing the pillow she sleeps on. He held it to his nose and smelled her shampoo.

Whimpering as he placed it underneath his body. His hands gripped his sheets as he slowly rocked his hips against the pillow.

Eddie knew he had to be quiet so he dug in his bedside table for a pair of her panties. Smirking as he found a pair and shoving it in his mouth.

He knew he had to be fast. He humped the pillow as fast as he could. Whimpering and moaning around the panties in his mouth. His hips were shaking as he sat up straight. Humping the pillow as he bounced on it. Imagining her cock filling him up. He twisted and pinched his nipples. Head throwing back as he pleased his body.

He was bouncing on the pillow so hard he could hear the headboard hitting the wall. He stopped his hips immediately. Fear filled him as he looked towards his door.

After a few minutes of being in the clear, he slowly moved his hips against the pillow again. His hand slowly moved down his body as he placed it on top of his cock. His palm resting flat as his cock moved on the pillow. Feeling his cock being touched on the top and underneath had him shaking.

"we playing with ourselves now?"

He froze. His hips stilled against her his pillow. His hands snapped away from his cock and he quickly yanked the panties out of his mouth.

"turn your ass around" she snapped. He moved off of her pillow, whimpering as his cock rocked against it.

She felt herself grow wet as she saw his red cock standing in the air. His tip was almost purple and his veins were bulging.

"is that my pillow?" She crossed her arms. She knew the answer. She's seen the cum stains on the other side of the pillow. He thinks just by flipping it over she wouldn't notice

"yes mommy. I'm sorry" he said fast. Holding his hands together

"well if you got to have some fun, I think I should be able to"

Eddie smiled and moved over. Allowing her body to slide next to him. He leaned over to kiss her lips when she placed a finger between them.

"mommy, you said we can have fun" he whined. Pouting as he dug his fists into his sheets

"no baby. I said I'm having fun now"

Eddie watched as she pulled down her shorts, slipping off her underwear and throwing it on his cock.

His cock twitched as the material landed on him. His hand was itching to touch it but knew if she didn't say he could, he couldn't.

She slipped her fingers in her mouth, moaning loudly as swirled her tongue.

She looked at Eddie as she filled herself with two fingers. Purposely moaning out his name as she threw her head back.

"can I help?" He pouted, his hand moving to touch her clit but she slapped it hard

"no" she snapped. But Eddie was grumpy and he wanted what he wanted.

"Mommy. I want to help" he demanded. His hand once again searching to find her clit but she snatched his wrist before he could touch her. Her other hand was still working inside of her.

Eddie could hear how wet she was

"no. You weren't good today so sit there and watch" she growled. Once again throwing his hand away from her.

"because you kept making me wait!" He growled back. His attitude was coming out. His eyes were getting angry and his forehead was scrunched. His nose scrunched up as he growled.

She knew he wanted to seem intimidating, but the way his face was scrunched up was adorable.

"so cute baby" she said

Making him angrier

"I'm not cute! I am mad at you" he snapped. Arms folding over his chest

"mad at me? Why?" Her fingers stopping inside of her.

"because you are being a bitch"

Y/N scoffed loudly. Eddie realized his mistake.

"mommy I'm sorry" he whined his hand moving to hold hers but she yanked it away.

She got up from the bed and marched over to his closet. Grabbing the pair of handcuffs and walking over to him.

"mommy no please" he whined. His feet kicking her away as she crawled on top of him.

"safe word?" She asked. Sometimes his no meant no. But sometimes it meant fuck him until he screams yes

Eddie shook his head no. Placing his hands out to her. She cuddled them tightly.

She took her place in the bed, right next to him

She slipped her fingers back into her cunt. Fucking herself fast and hard.

Eddie whimpered as he heard how wet she was.

He wished his hands weren't cuffed so he could cover his ears. Block out her sounds

"can you at least be quiet?" He started to cry as she moaned loudly. Her body shaking into the mattress as she circled her clit

"no"

She moaned even louder

"oh Eddie my pussy is so wet and tight"

"can you at least not say my name?"

"no"

He whimpered as he threw his body against the bed. Turning on his stomach, refusing to look at her

She fingered herself harder as his pale ass was in display. Small marks from his belt still lingered. Hickies covering the skin

"look at me baby" she demanded

"no mommy!" He pouted back. His face was still shoved in his pillow.

"look at me right fucking now or you won't cum for a week"

Eddie turned his head fast to look at her, the tears in his eyes fell as he sniffled. His nose and cheeks were red

His eyes trailed down to her cunt. Where her fingers were coated in her wetness as she played with herself. Rubbing her clit hard as she rocked into her own hand

"can I please help your highness? I can do so good" He begged again

"no baby" she said softly. Enjoying the way he threw his cuffed hands against the bed.

"It feels so good, Eds, such a shame you couldn't be good." she mocked

He was forced to watch as she came all over her fingers. Listening to her screaming and panting. Her cum dripped on his sheets

"want to taste?" She asked, moving her soaked fingers towards his face

"yes mommy please" he begged

His eyes watered as she got closer. He could smell her cum on her finger. His cock was dripping precum. Begging to be touched.

A big smile took over his face as her finger was just an inch away. He opened his mouth wide, her finger was just about to enter his mouth, she moved her head closer and shoved her finger in her mouth. Practically against Eddie's lips.

"too fucking bad" she snapped. Spitting in his mouth that still remained open.

He swallowed it immediately. Knowing that was all he was going to get for the night.

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