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I hope that you all know that regardless of Welt's age, that's not stopping me from fucking and sucking on him nor stopping my selfship with him. Mentioning his age like that's not basic knowledge over here isn't doing anything🙏
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Isn't She Pretty, Daddy?
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Teacher f!Reader
Summary: You're a little bit worried about one of your brightest students recently, so you call her Dad to come in for a meeting. Her absolutely adorable - and single - Dad.
Warnings: the birds and the bees as explained by a kindergardener. Some angst about being a single parent.
A/N: Here's another entry for @imagining-in-the-margins Kid Fic Challenge! Dad Spencer has my heart, and I've been in a really fluff forward mood this weekend, evidently! I think I have one more Kid Fic left to go before the end of the challenge, but we'll see what the will of the fanfiction gods is...
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If you were to be asked what the hardest part of being a teacher was, you would, without question or even a second to think, have an answer. Parents. The worst part of teaching is talking to parents.
Little kids were easy to talk to. They asked questions if they didn't understand things clearly, and they didn't typically say things they didn't mean. Adults were the opposite, and it just so happened that all of your kids' parents were adults.
Including your most recent problem child.
You were used to the kids in your class having some behavior issues - for one, they were kids, it was to be expected that their little bodies couldn't quite handle all of the emotions they were feeling at once. But you were doubly struck by your school area being close to Quantico, meaning half the kids in your care had families with law enforcement backgrounds.
Absent parents plus growing bodies plus normal kid stress equalled attachment issues, and your problem child Harper Reid was one of your more worrying cases.
You really hoped everything was okay in the Reid household, so you'd called the little girls parents. She was lovely - honest to god - one of the sweetest little kids you'd ever met.
Every day she came to school with some older kids and their mom, carpooling on the way in, so you had yet to meet her parents, but you thought that anyone who could produce something that sweet and cute and brilliant couldn't possibly be a bad person.
You didn't know what to expect, so when her little pigtails peaked around the corner and she came running in, you were momentarily filled with anxiety.
“MOMMY!” The little girl yelled, launching herself into your arms as soon as she spotted you behind your desk.
“Hi, Harper! Hi, you must be, Mr. Reid-”
“Doctor, actually, um, but that doesn't really matter. I'm so sorry about this, Harper doesn't usually tackle people.”
The 3ft tall ball of energy had managed to crawl into your lap and wrap her arms around your neck, so you had to pick her up when you stood to greet her dad.
“Will your wife be joining us for the meeting today?” You asked, already used to Harper's hugs and general closeness.
“Oh, no. No, she's not coming. She, uh, doesn't exist. Single father.”
“Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume, it's just not on my files-”
“It's okay, it's a …bit complicated.”
You took your seat at the desk and gestured to the man to do the same. Finally, looking at him for the first time now that some of your anxiety had died down, you couldn't help but think that Doctor Reid was incredibly attractive. It wasn't one part of his face that stuck out to you as being particularly pretty, just the entire ensemble of it together that took your breath away. Either that of Harper was gripping you so tight she was restricting your ability to breathe, and considering a five year old is not a boa constrictor, this was all dad's fault.
“So, you said on the phone Harper's been having some problems at school?”
You snapped your attention back to the issue at hand, searching for the relevant files and pictures you wanted to show the man. Harper turned herself around in your lap and looped her arms around your arm, pulling it in close to use as a pillow.
“Isn't Miss Y/N so pretty, Daddy?” You froze and flushed in an instant, suddenly so aware of the man's eyes on you. You weren't sure if you were thankful or even more embarrassed that Harper's dad seemed to be even more flushed than you.
“Daddy? Isn't she pretty?” Harper insisted, and you realized that you both weren't going to get out of this without him answering.
“Yes, angel. Miss Y/N is very pretty.” The little girl smiled in triumph and nuzzled into your arm even more, happily curled up into your lap like a cat.
“Hey, Harper. We got a new puzzle delivered yesterday. It's got My Melody and Cinnamaroll on it. They're your favorites, right?”
The little girl nodded in glee, eyes shining as she hung on your every word.
“How about you go over to the play area and get it started, and then me and your daddy will come over and help you finish it?”
In a flash, she'd hopped up out of your lap and wriggled away, shouting a quick “You promised, right?” behind her as she went.
“I'm so sorry about that, I don't know what's gotten into her, she's usually very shy and-”
“Doctor Reid, it's fine. That's just why I called you in today. Teachers and parents are a team, right, we work together to make sure the kids grow up well, you don't need to apologize to me for that.”
The man seemed to take a deep breath and nod, to regain his wits about him for a second.
“Is she… this attached in her regular classes?”
“Well honestly, she was a bit like that at the beginning of the semester, but she grew out of it after a while. In the last week or so, she fell back into it, and now she's calling me ‘Mommy,’ too. I was wondering if anything happened recently at home that could've led her in this direction, or…”
The man looked a little bashful, but there was a twinge of sadness in his expression that you recognised all too well.
“Harper, uh, doesn't have a Mom. I adopted her, and it's a long story, but... She's been asking me to get her one recently, because she doesn't really understand all that well? I'm sorry, I didn't know she'd do something like this. I should've done a better job at home-”
“Doctor Reid, raising a child is hard. It's so hard that humans usually do it in communities, or at least in couples. You're doing it alone, and Harper is already one of the smartest and most empathetic little girls I know. You're doing your job as Dad just fine.”
The man smiled at you and looked down, quickly wiping away a tear as you gave him a moment of privacy.
“So. If nothing at home set Harper off, we should probably go and ask her why she's calling me mommy, right?”
You stood, and he stood with you, leaving his satchel next to his chair and unbuttoning his jacket.
“Great. Sure, let's go see.”
Walking to the back of the room, you both smiled quietly, looking at the small girl. The 100 piece puzzle you'd guided her to was neatly arranged on the desk, pieces split into edges and centre pieces as she slowly looked at each one with a quietly focused face. Each time she found the piece she was looking for, her smile was bright as she connected it to the small part she was working on.
“Mommy! Daddy! I can't find the melody's face, can you help me?”
“Sure, Harper, we'll help you.” You moved to sit beside her at the tiny desks, giggling when the older Reid on Harper's other side struggled to fit himself in the toddler sized chairs.
Harper assigned you roles, and you all started quietly doing your jobs, waiting for Harper to focus again so you could ask her questions without agitating her.
“Harper, can you tell your Daddy why you call me Mommy?”
“Sure! You're Mommy because I want you to marry with Daddy.”
If you weren't already still flushed from her earlier comments, you certainly were lightheaded with embarrassment now.
“Harper, that's not how it works-”
“Yes, it is, Daddy! Henry said so. He said his mommy and daddy were sad one day, but then they were together again and they had a big party called a wedding and now they're happy, and that's why we have Michael.” You didn't quite follow from all the names and the story events, but it was evident that Reid did, so you waited quietly for his explanation.
“My friend. Her son was at her wedding a few years back. They have another son who is a couple years older than Harper, they come to school together?”
Your mouth made a small ‘o’ as you slowly filled in the blanks.
“Harper, you want daddy to have a wedding so he isn't sad anymore?”
The little girl gave a big nod and a smile, like she was so happy that she was finally being understood.
“Miss Y/N should marry daddy because he thinks she's pretty. Henry said that was important for a wedding, your mommy has to look beautiful.” You made eye contact with Doctor Reid awkwardly as she spoke, both of you looking away for fear of seeing the embarrassment on each others faces.
“And Miss Y/N wants a baby. So I will be Miss Y/N's baby, so everyone can be happy!” Harper's kid logic was a little hard to find fault with, but you still had to push back a little.
“Harper, why do you think I want a baby?”
“Angie asked you, and you said," the girl pouted, almost frustrated woth habing to answer all these silly questions.
"She asked you why you don't have a baby, and you said that you can only have a baby if you're married and that you wanted to have a baby when you were married. So marry my dad, and I'll be your baby!”
Harper's smile was so happy and content that you really didn't want to spoil her dream just yet. You continued putting the puzzle together for a few minutes in silence, the full picture nearly being complete now. Harper seemed to fidget a little in her seat next to you, pushing closer and closer to you before tugging on your sleeve.
You leaned down and she whispered in your ear - though you didn't doubt that her dad heard every word.
“If you really want, I'm sure we can get another baby like Henry got Michael. I'll ask my dad, but I think it's allowed.”
The poor man on the other side of the desk had to cover his face with his hands to stop the blush from showing, devolving to just straight up resting his head on the desk when his daughter kept going.
“A boy is okay, but my dad doesn't really know about boy stuff. Uncle Derek says that my daddy is just a pretty boy with a book brain. We should get another girl, so daddy can be not worry.”
The more you listened to Harper's adorable family plan, the more you just wanted to squeeze her tight and say yes and give her everything she wanted.
“Miss Y/N, once again, I'm so sorry for everything, I'll talk with Harper at home about this.”
“It's okay, I actually find it all very sweet,” you laughed a little and smiled back at him.
“No, I'm sure your boyfriend would be so uncomfortable if he knew that she was trying to marry you off-”
“Doctor Reid, are you trying to ask me if I'm single?”
The small grin that quirked his lips up was nothing if not unfair. He really was a very pretty boy.
“It was that obvious?”
“Yep.” You made sure the ‘p’ popped a lot as you both shared a small laugh. Harper looked up between you and smiled, too.
“So, can you get married now? Henry said you can do it really quickly, like in Grandpa Rossi's garden, and then you can go and do the secret part at home while Auntie Penny looks after me.”
“Secret part?”
“To make the other baby, silly!”
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candy

summary: harry needs to learn how to use his mouth better, so he goes to see someone who can help him with just that words: 7.9K warnings: sex work, oral (giving and receiving) a/n: not proofread I the song candy by cameo inspired this, def recommend listening because it's so good I if you like what you read here, please consider joining my patreon for access to exclusive fics not posted on tumblr I i haven't posted fic on here in a while. Please, please, please reblog, leave notes in the tags, and/or send me asks!!
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Harry was…embarrassed, to say the least. But he supposes places and services like these exist for a reason, so he shouldn’t be ashamed for going. Plus, if he boiled it down, he’s going for purely academic purposes. He needs help with something, and he’s going straight to the source to become a pro.
Taking a deep breath, Harry opens the door to the lobby of the building and goes straight to the elevator to the eighteenth floor. He takes his phone out to look at the code he was instructed to punch into the keypad on the door, and then he’s buzzed in, able to check in at reception.
“Um, hi.” He says just above a whisper to the woman behind the semi-circle desk.
“Good afternoon, sir.” She smiled warmly. “How may I help you?”
“I have an appointment at 4PM with, uh,” he looks down at his phone, “is her name really Candy?”
“No.” She chuckles. “But all of the girls have stage names, so to speak. It’s for extra security. Please, have a seat, and I’ll let her know you’re here.” She gestures to the waiting area where a few other men are waiting. God, this is mortifying, he thinks.
Harry sits down and keeps his eyes locked on his lap, not wanting to make eye-contact with any of the other guys there.
“Mr. S.?” He hears the woman from behind the desk say. “You can head down to room ten.” She gestures to the hallway and Harry gets up to go, grateful just his initial was used and not his actual name. He needs privacy just the same as these women.
When he finds room ten, he punches in the same code into the keypad and goes inside. The room is dimly lit. It looks like a large bedroom, a master suite. There’s a king-sized bed, but also a loveseat, three-seater couch, and a bureau. He also spies what looks like a bathroom. Wow, nothing’s even happened yet, and Harry’s already realizing that this is going to be worth every penny.
“Hey, baby.” Candy comes out of the bathroom dressed in a black, silk teddy dress and heels. She’s wearing thigh-high stockings as well. “Can I take your jacket for you?” Harry nods at that and unbuttons his suit jacket, shimmying it off and handing it to Candy. She makes a show of walking over to the small closet and hangs it up on a hanger before coming back to him. “This is your first time here, isn’t it.” It’s not a question, but Harry still nods. “You don’t need to be nervous, baby. You booked me for three hours, so we have all the time in the world to get comfortable. Do you want something to drink?” She gestures to the bar cart on the other side of the room.
“No, thank you.”
“Alright.”
“And I don’t want you to have one either.”
“Then I won’t.” She smiles. “Do you want to sit on the bed, the couch…?”
“The couch.” He decides, and they both go sit on it. Candy tucks her feet under her bum and props her head on her fist, resting her elbow on the back of the couch. “You’re very,” his eyes drift down to her cleavage, then back up to her face, “pretty.”
“Well, thank you, baby.” She gives him a beaming smile. “You’re a sight for sore eyes yourself.” She laughs. “I have to do this with a lot of guys I’m not particularly attracted to. I got a little excited when I saw you were assigned to me today.”
“That’s kind of you.” He blushes. “They make you have sex with guys you normally wouldn’t say yes to?”
“I mean, no one makes me do anything. There’s about a dozen different secret buttons around this room for me to press to call for security. No one gives us any trouble here, but you should know, there’s no funny business.”
“I wouldn’t dream of doing anything without your permission.”
“So, why don’t you tell me what you want, baby? How can I make you feel good? I can suck you off, let you bend me over the bed, or-“
“I want to go down on you.” He blurts out, and it takes her off guard.
“Come again?”
“I want to go down on you.” He repeats, a little slower this time. “That’s all.”
“Are you serious?”
“Do guys not normally go down on you?”
“No, some do, but most guys are here to take care of their own needs, mine don’t usually matter. Not that I mind. I have to use so much lube to get even remotely wet for some of these guys. I’m thankful that a lot of them don’t even ask to go down on me.”
“Oh.” He looks away for a moment, then back to her. “So, this is weird…”
“Nah, everyone has their kinks and fetishes. If you like going down on women, then-“
“I need practice at it.” His cheeks heat for the millionth time that day. “I’m not very good at it, not confident, and I can tell when I’m with a woman, or someone with a vagina, that…well, I get the tap a lot.”
“The tap?”
“You know,” he taps the top of one of his shoulders, “when someone gives you the tap to cut it out and get on with it. I’m confident with my cock, lots of orgasms have been had on my cock, but I know that’s not always what a woman wants, and I care so much about getting a woman off, but it’s so awkward to have to keep asking, ‘do you like that’, or, ‘is that good’. So, I just need someone to practice on so I can get better at it, and then feel more confident when I’m having relations with someone.”
“You’re telling me you’ve tried to go down on women, and they haven’t told you how to do it?”
“Some try, and then they just get frustrated, and then I get frustrated. And…I’m not all that confident with my fingers either. Sometimes I can make it happen, and other times I can’t. I feel like making a woman come during foreplay is really important. It helps them relax, gets them more into it, and then I feel better, which means I can perform better.”
“So, you booked me for three hours so I can help you get better at eating someone out, and that’s all you want to do?”
“Yes.” He nods. “I’ll probably come in my pants from doing it. I get off knowing I’m getting someone else off. So, if it’s okay with you, I’ll probably just strip down to my underthings, so I don’t ruin my pants.”
“Baby, I see people naked every day, of course it’s okay with me.”
“Do you call every guy baby?”
“I…what?”
“I don’t want to be called what you call everyone else. It feels impersonal. How am I your baby already? We just met.”
“Well, are you a precious thing.” She smooths his hair back from his forehead. “What would you like to be called? A lot of guys don’t use their real names, same as me.”
“I’d rather be called by my name. Is that okay?”
“Yes, and don’t worry, you have my discretion. We all sign NDA’s when we take on new clients.”
“That’s good to know.” Harry sighs with relief. “My job…I’m one of the faces of my company.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” He shrugs.
“Did you ask any of your friends how they approach things? Or, like, have you watched lesbian porn? It’s still exaggerated, but no one knows how to go down on a woman more than another woman, in my opinion.”
“I was too embarrassed to ask my friends. We don’t talk about things like this. They only brag about the good stuff, no one talks about their weaknesses. And I have watched…all kinds of porn, and as helpful as the visuals are, I learn much better by doing.”
“Okay.” Candy stands and claps her hands together. “Let’s get comfortable on the bed. I think we should act out what you usually do when you’re getting ready to sleep with someone. Kiss me, touch me, do whatever you usually do with a woman.”
Harry nods and stands up. “My name’s Harry.”
“Hi, Harry.” She smooths her hands up his chest. “Can I loosen your tie for you?”
“Yes.” He watches her nimble fingers work the knot and slides it off his collar. She takes the material between her thumb and index finger.
“This is quality material.”
“I don’t fuck around with my clothes.” He smirks, letting some personality shine through, and she makes an impressed face. He takes the tie from her and gently places it to hang on the back of the couch. He brings his hand up and tucks some hair behind Candy’s ear, a little unsure of how to start. “So, we can kiss? You want to do this really?”
“Yes, Harry, I do.”
Hearing his name on her lips sends a zip of electricity through his body. He leans in and brushes his Cupid’s bow against hers, then takes her top lip between his own. He gives it a gentle suck, and revels in the way she kisses him back. She keeps it slow, going at his pace. His hands cup her jaw as he licks into her mouth. Candy moans lowly, melting into him.
They stand there like that for a while, just the sounds of their lips smacking, their breaths huffing, and the spit being swapped between them filling the room. Harry presses his pelvis against Candy’s, and she squeaks, immediately putting a hand over his erection to palm it. He snatches her wrist and shakes his head no.
“But, you’re hard.”
“That’s not what I want from you.” He brings her knuckles up to his lips, kissing on them, and then up her arm and to her neck.
“Oh, fuck.” She moans breathlessly, clutching at the hair on the back of his head to keep him where he is. “I love being bitten.”
Harry whimpers into her, nipping at her tender skin a little harder. Her other hand flies to his back, clutching at the material of his dress shirt. Her knees nearly buckle when his teeth nip at her earlobe. He walks her back towards the bed, and they topple on top of it. Harry wedges his thigh between Candy’s and grinds it in hard.
Candy is absolutely perplexed. Surely this Harry guy is joking because from kissing alone, she can’t imagine him not knowing what to do with her other set of lips. He’s insanely good at this part of things.
His teeth drag along her collarbones, and his hand hovers over one of her breasts. “Can I touch you here?” He asks.
“Yes.” She presses her hand over his, squeezing. “Kiss me here too.”
Harry nods and sucks on her nipple through the silk material of her teddy. She lets out a loud moan, and Harry moves to sit up. Unbuckling his belt, he shimmies out of his pants, leaving his boxer-briefs on, and undoes his dress shirt, taking that, along with his white t-shirt, off, then gets his mouth back on Candy’s.
“Jesus, you’re ripped.” She says, smoothing her hands over every hard ridge of his abdomen. “And your tattoos…so sexy.”
“Has everything been okay so far?”
“Better than okay. You’re a really good kisser.”
“I’m gonna work my way down now.” He tells her, kissing down her silk covered body. He pushes the material up to bunch around her hips. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”
“I’m aware.”
“Don’t women like being teased over them?”
“Some do, and some don’t. I personally don’t like it, so I don’t usually wear any panties under my teddies.
“Right, I need to remember not everyone is the same.” He says more to himself. “Okay, walk me through it.”
“Just do what you normally do, and I’ll correct you if need be.”
Harry nods and spreads Candy’s lips apart. She’s glistening, and it goes right to his cock because she literally just told him she needs lube for most of her clients, and she clearly doesn’t need any for him. He leans in and-
“I’m gonna stop you right there. This is where you should be teasing me.” She props herself up on her elbows. “Kiss on my inner thighs, blow cool air over me. I should be quivering and pulsing for you.”
Harry kisses from Candy’s inner left knee, and down, down, down, blows cool air over her sex, and then kisses up her other inner thigh. He sucks bruise after bruise into her, and she puts one of her legs over his shoulder, pulling him in by digging her heel into his back.
“I’m ready now, want it.”
“And should I be quick to give it to you, or should I keep teasing?”
“Keep teasing but give me your fingers first.” He raises a hand to her, and she takes two fingers into her mouth. She takes them down deep until she’s spitting up, soaking them. “Slide them through my folds.”
Harry almost blew his load right then and there. He brings his fingers down and slides them up through Candy’s folds. She spreads her legs wider and uses her own fingers to pull her outer lips up and apart so he can see her clit.
“I know where the clitoris is.” He rolls his eyes.
“Apparently you don’t if you’re getting the tap, as you called it.” She smirks. “Just take a second to look at it. It’s throbbing for you, Harry, all swollen and full of blood. It wants your tongue, your hot mouth, so badly.”
“Fuck.” He leans in and licks over it with the flat of his tongue.
“Good, do that again.” And he does, he gives it long licks over and over again. “Now, spit on it, watch it slide down my slit.” She watches him do it. “Okay, now do what you usually do.”
It felt good, at first. Candy liked the way Harry’s tongue swirled around her clit, but before she could sink into it, he licked into her cunt and curled his tongue, which also felt good, but again, by the time it was really starting to do something for her, he dragged his tongue back up to her clit. Normally, this would be edging, but this isn’t fun edging. She thinks that Harry is unaware of what he’s doing.
“Stop.” She tells him, and he does. “I see the problem.”
“How bad was it?”
“It wasn’t terrible, but you keep changing it up too quickly. It’s not a race.”
“I know that.”
“Then why do you keep moving from my clit to my hole every two seconds? You’re not giving me enough time to enjoy it while it’s happening. You gotta pick one and stick with it. What do you feel more confident with, tonguing my clit or my hole?”
“I…” He sits back and blushes. “I guess this is the part where I’m a little selfish and greedy. I feel more confident working the clit with my mouth, but I really like to taste and suck on the pussy.”
“Harry,” she chuckles, “you’re allowed to be selfish and greedy. All of that is going towards pleasuring your partner. And that doesn’t mean you can’t still do both, you just need to listen to your partner a little. See what they like, get them off, then go be gluttonous and have your feast.”
“Okay.” He nods. “How do you like it, then?”
“Don’t worry about that-“
“Candy, I really want to make you come.”
“Alright.” She nods and lays back. “I need constant stimulation to my clit, and I need fingers inside me. Get me off that way, and then you can suck on my pussy.” Harry smiles softly and dives back in, wrapping his lips around Candy’s clit. “That’s good, while you suck with your mouth, use your tongue to swirl around my clit…oh, fuck, yeah, just like that.” She reaches to brush a few stray curls back off his forehead. “And look up at me, watch me go through the motions.” His eyes flit up to hers, and her hips buck towards his mouth. “Such pretty green eyes, Harry.”
He moans and slides his middle finger inside of her. She’s so wet, and it’s driving him crazy. He ruts into the mattress, so desperate to taste everything she’s giving him. But he wants to do this right, so he focuses on her clit.
“I need two.” Harry slips a second finger inside her. “Good, pump them in and out slowly, let’s build up to things. And it’s also okay to give your mouth a break, it’s all part of the teasing.” He pops off her and watches his fingers go in and out of her tight hole. “Spit on it, keep it messy.” Harry spits onto her clit. “Now suck it back into your mouth and flick that tongue against my clit.”
He’s a good listener, open to constructive feedback, so he does as told. He’s rewarded when he feels Candy tighten around her fingers. Harry thrusts them deep inside, keeping them there as he curls them to pet against that spongey bump. Candy gasps and props herself up on her elbows as she watches Harry. Her mouth falls open and she starts rocking against him, moving her hips along with his fingers. A man hasn’t found her g-spot in ages, if ever.
“Like that, j-just like that, Harry.” She bites into her bottom lip, and he looks up at her as his tongue licks her clit in tight circles. The sound of her wetness is driving Harry crazy, but he pushes his urge to taste her down. This is about Candy right now. “Oh, wow. Wow, wow, wow, wow.” Her head falls back, and her hips raise. Her back arches, and she starts moaning out loudly, uncontrollably. “Don’t stop, Harry. Fuck, please, please, please, please! Ah, ah, ah!”
When Candy comes, she snaps her legs closed around Harry’s wrist, and nearly snaps it from the way she twitches and moves. She grabs the base of his wrist and moves it so he’ll keep fucking his fingers into her through the aftershocks. She moans gutturally one more time before falling limply against the bed.
Harry slowly pulls his fingers out of her and sucks on them. He looks down at Candy’s drenched core and lifts her thighs over his shoulders before licking inside.
“Oh!” She gasps and tugs on his hair, not to get him to stop, though. Harry moans as he drinks her in. “S-spread my cheeks and lick my other hole too.” His eyes light up, like he’s just been given a golden ticket. In a matter of seconds, he’s flipping Candy onto her stomach and pulling her up by her hips so he can spread her ass and lick her puckered hole properly. “Fuck, Harry, that’s so good. You can smack my ass too, if you want.” She jolts forward when his large hand comes down hard on her cheek. “Fuck me with your fingers from behind, really beat them into me.”
This time, Harry fucks her with three fingers, and he does it rapidly as he continues eating her peach.
“Harry, I…I think I’m gonna…” she doesn’t get to finish her sentence. The wave of relief crashes over her and she gushes. Harry’s fingers slide out, and slap against her clit quickly, keeping the mess flowing. “Fucking hell.” Her chest heaves as she moves to lay on her back. Harry lays down next to her.
“So, all of that was good?”
“It was very good.” She pats at his chest. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve come so hard.” She turns her head to look at him. “Did you end up blowing in your underwear?”
“Yeah.” He smiles sheepishly. “It was hard not to.”
“Damn, I would have gladly sucked you off after all that.”
“I’ll get hard again.” He waves her off. “We’re not done yet.”
“Right, you still have me for a couple more hours. Did you want to fuck now?” She turns on her side to face him fully, and he mirrors her, resting his hand on her hip, rubbing her skin affectionately with his thumb.
“No, I want you to sit on my face so I can practice that way. One time with you facing me, and another with you facing away.”
“Okay, just…I need a minute.”
“Sure, take your time.” He smiles softly, keeping his hand on her hip. “You probably hear this all the time, but you have a beautiful body.”
“I do hear that a lot, but it feels more genuine coming from a nice guy like you.” She chews on her bottom lip for a moment. “Whoever you’re practicing all this for is going to be a lucky girl.”
The air in the room feels tense for a beat.
“Okay, we’ll start off with me facing you.” Candy says. “This way is all about the woman. Then, we’ll do it with me facing away from you and I’ll suck you off at the same time. It’s good to practice staying focused on your girl’s pleasure while she’s pleasuring you.”
“That sounds good.” He lays back, a little nervous. “There’re so many different ways to do this. Like, should I just stick my tongue out flat and let you grind against it? Should I just suck on your clit? Should I have you rub against my nose while you ride my tongue?”
“You’re over thinking it, Harry. It’s up to the girl you’re fucking to set how she wants it. Personally, I’d love it if you put your tongue up inside me. I’ll rub my own clit.”
“What should I do with my hands?”
“You can squeeze and smack my ass, rub my rim.”
“Fuck.” He murmurs. “Get on me, now.”
Candy swings her leg over Harry’s face and hovers over him for a moment. She squeaks when he pulls her down. He licks up inside her slowly, letting her adjust to the muscle, then he pulls her down even more until she’s fully seated on top of him. She spits onto her fingers and lazily rubs her clit as she grinds down on his tongue. Harry curls it and flicks it inside her, moaning at the taste. His large hands squeeze her ass, giving her a few swats before spreading her apart and rubbing the pad of his thumb around her rom.
“Ah, fuck.” Her head tips back and free hand buries in his hair. “You can put your thumb in, if you want.” Harry doesn’t need to be told twice. He gently works his thumb into her tight hole. “Yeah, just like that.” She moves her hips in slow circles, reveling in the way Harry’s moaning and groaning underneath her. She’s soaked and he’s slurping on her. “I…I think I’m getting close already, wow.” This never happens. It usually takes her a while to start feeling that familiar tingle at the base of her spine, but she’s rubbing her clit faster and moving on Harry’s tongue faster, and then she’s screaming. “Shit, Harry!” She yanks roughly on his hair as she comes, and she comes hard. She goes to move off him, but he keeps her seated, mumbling something against her. “What?” She asks breathlessly.
“M'not done yet.” He says, briefly coming up for air before diving back in. He sucks her clit with one last pop, then pets her ass. “Okay, you can turn around now.”
Candy swivels around and leans forward, pressing her hands into the mattress between Harry’s legs.
“There’s a few ways to do this, but I can’t stress this enough, everyone is different, so I’m going to tell you how I like it.”
“Okay.” He presses a kiss to one of her cheeks, and it makes her face sizzle. Why did he have to be so cute. “Tell me how you like it.”
“Fuck me from behind with your fingers, bury your face in my ass, and use your free hand to rub my clit.” She slips her hand into his briefs to pull his cock out. “How do you like your blow jobs?”
“Sloppy, don’t…don’t be pretty about it.”
Candy responds by spitting on the tip and taking it into her mouth. Harry’s mouth falls open, loving the way her hot mouth feels on him. But he has a mission to accomplish. He’s working on building a tolerance. He runs his fingers between her wet folds before slipping them inside. From there, he does exactly how she told him: his mouth works her ass, his fingers pound into her g-spot, and his free hand rubs her clit.
“Ohhhh, shit, Harry.” She gasps around his cock, choking a little. She pulls all the way off and jerks him.
“Candy.” He moans. “Did I find it, sweetheart?”
“Yes, you did, yes, yes, yes!” She moves back against him to meet his thrusts, then gets her mouth back on him. She takes him down her throat, gagging around him, and using that spit to jerk him a little faster.
Their bodies are so in sync. They’re both wet and drippy for the other, both spurring the other on. The second Harry feels Candy spasming around his fingers, he lets himself come, and Candy swallows all of it, sucking him dry before rolling off onto her back.
“Holy shit.” She breathes.
“Yeah.” He gives her ankle a fond squeeze as his chest heaves. “You’re something else.”
“You’re unreal.”
“You taste really good.”
“So do you.” She turns her head to look at the clock on the wall. “You have me for hour and a half. What do you feel like doing?”
“We just did all of that in thirty minutes?” He sits up. “That was really fast.”
“Yes, it was.” She giggles. “But it was good.”
“Come here, come sit in my lap.” Candy does so, wrapping her legs around his waist. “You’re so beautiful.” He runs his thumb over her bottom lip.
“And you’re sweet.” She hugs him, resting her face in the crook of his neck. “How come you booked me up for the rest of my shift?”
“Because I could.”
“Oooh, well, aren’t you special.” She pulls back and smirks at him. “You know, most of the people that come here are wealthy, so that doesn’t impress me.”
“I wasn’t trying to. You asked me a question, and I gave you an honest answer. I don’t like doing these types of things with people and then leaving immediately after. I needed extra time for this.” He lets himself fall back, keeping her to lay mostly on top of him.
“Oh.” She snuggles into him. “Well, I rarely get to cuddle, so this is fine by me.”
“Do you like this line of work? I’ve always admired sex workers. This isn’t an easy job at all. It takes a lot of courage and bravery.”
“Thank you for saying that. I’m one of the luckier ones. I’m not on drugs, can’t be because they do regular blood tests. I have a salary, a retirement account, and other benefits. It could be a lot worse.”
“Do you also provide escort services?”
“No. Some girls do, but I don’t. I like to keep everything related to this job in this room.”
“Is this all you do for work, or is this a side hustle?”
“Nope, full time, hence being a salaried worker.
“Oh, duh.” He chuckles, then reaches for one of the throw blankets to drape over them. “So, how’d you end up here?”
“Most of us are all a thin line away from being homeless. My job let me go when COVID first happened. You can only stay on unemployment for so long. All these companies say no one wants to work, but no one wants to hire either. And, I’m sorry, but I’m not settling. I should be paid enough that I shouldn’t need a side hustle. One of my friends who ended up having a sugar daddy told me about this place. I started out part-time, just to pay some bills, but they told me some people wanted repeat appointments, then I was getting regulars, then I was getting paid more. It all sort of just fell into place, and I didn’t look back.”
“What were you doing for work beforehand?”
“I was a backend coder for a major financial firm. They got rid of the entire department and contracted out their cyber needs from a company that specialized in that because it made more sense fiscally.” She rolls her eyes. “It was for the best, I hated it.”
“And you love this?”
“Honestly, I like it a lot better than sitting behind three monitors all day, five days a week. I’ve actually gotten in better shape from having sex full time. Do I have to fake it for most guys, yeah, but none of them are mean to me. They just want someone to make them feel special for a little while, and I’ve found that I like having the power and ability to do that.”
“You have more control over your own life.”
“Exactly.” She looks up at him. “What about you? What do you do?”
“I…sort of own an airline company.”
“How do you sort of own an airline?”
“I’m a nepo baby.” He smiles sheepishly. “My father stepped down a few years ago so I could move up while he was still around. I’m lucky and fortunate, so I try not to complain about things too much. So many people have it far worse than I do.”
“Wait a second…Harry S…” She sits up and scrambles away from him. “You’re Harry Styles!”
“Is that a bad thing?” He sits up. “Shit, please don’t tell me you’ve fucked my dad.”
“No, it’s nothing like that. But you have fucked one of my friends. You used to date Jennifer Harris, right?”
“Yeah, years ago.”
“Fuck! And now I have to keep this insane secret from her. She’d be so pissed off, Harry, like, you have no idea.”
“If you’re such good friends with her, then hoe come we’ve never met prior to this?”
“I didn’t become friends with her until after you two parted ways. She told me so much about your relationship. She never mentioned anything about you being bad in bed, though.”
“I never said I was bad in bed either, I just needed some help getting better at one aspect of it.” He gets off the bed and starts pulling his clothes back on. “How, uh, how is she? I know she got married a year or so ago.”
“She’s doing well. Her and her husband are a great couple. They’re trying for a baby.”
“I’m glad she found someone that could give her the attention she deserves. I wasn’t very good at that. I also wasn’t ready to settle down, and she was. How did you two become friends?”
“She owns the lingerie store I buy stuff from.”
“Ohhhh, right.” He nods, zipping his pants and buttoning his shirt. “That makes sense. I don’t think you have anything to worry about. You clearly didn’t know it was me. You didn’t look at any pictures from when she and I were together?”
“Your hair was longer! And you weren’t as, I don’t know, beefy.”
“Thank you?” He questions with a smirk. “Is this going to be a problem? Because I’d like to be able to come back and see you again.” He makes his way over to her and tilts her head up by curling his finger under her chin.
“But…why? You did so well today.”
“I wanna see if it’s just as good for a repeat performance. And then I’d need to come back again after that to test out some of the other things I do during sex so I can get an honest review.” He leans down and brings his lips to the shell of her ear, “And I just know you’re dying to know what it’ll feel like to have my cock deep inside you.”
“Jesus Christ.” She clutches at his shoulders. “You’re going to put me in a very difficult situation.”
“You can say no to my appointment requests, but I’d be very disappointed if you did.” He pecks her lips. “I know you want to see me again.” He pecks her lops again, a little longer this time. “Hm? Wanna see me again, Candy?” He takes her bottom lip between his and he cups her jaw, licking into her mouth. She moans against him. Before she has a chance to really kiss him back, he pulls away. “God, I’d love to spit right into this pretty mouth.”
“You can.”
“Next time, I will.” He presses a kiss to her forehead. “Enjoy the rest of your evening. I’ll come back soon.”
Harry leaves the room, walks down the hall, and out of the suite. The second he’s back down on the street, he sucks in a breath and turns into the alley to try and calm himself down. He’s never that confident and forward with women. But she brought something out of him. When she mentioned Jennifer…it made something snap. He fucking hates Jennifer. So, if he inadvertently makes her suffer by having sex with her good friend, then so be it. Because Candy isn’t someone that Harry is going to be able to stay away from. Not after they shared something so wonderfully intimate.
//
Harry thought he’d be able to book another appointment to see Candy again way sooner, but his jaw hangs open as he looks at her availability on the app. Since he’s come in once, he’s been invited into the company’s app so he can book meetings on his own.
Two weeks. Candy doesn’t have another opening for two entire weeks. He grumbled to himself and books her entire evening on the first day he sees she’s free. And for good measure, he books out a couple other appointments so he’s not left scrambling. And for each one, he maxes out the five hour limit.
One time with this woman and he’s already pussy whipped!
The two weeks are torture. He’s jittery and agitated at work. Running it off in the gym does very little for him.
But finally, the day has come to see her again. Harry goes after work and follows the sale procedures, only this time, he’s not at all embarrassed. When his name is called, he all but sprints to Candy’s door and punches in the code. He doesn’t see her right away, but then, there she is, coming out of the bathroom in a red, silk teddy. She gives him a soft, almost shy, smile.
Harry closes the distance between them, cups her jaw, and kisses her deeply. It takes her by surprise, but it’s a welcomed one.
“Mm.” He pulls away and looks down at her before kissing her again. “Missed these lips.”
“I’m sorry I was so busy.” She circles around him to take his suit jacket off, sauntering to the closet to hang it up. “I have a few snowbirds, and they all decided to basically come see me at once before they all go back to Florida or whatever.”
“You fuck guys that much older than you?”
“Mhmm.” She loosens his tie and gives it a tug to slip it off, placing it on the back of one of the chairs. “It’s no so bad.” Her eyes find his. “Let’s talk about you. How have you been?” She leads him to the couch so they can sit and chat.
“Work’s been stressful, but it sort of always is. I had to hire a couple of corporate level people, that’s never fun.”
“What’d they do to deserve being fired?”
“They were sexually harassing a few interns, thinking they could get away with it.” He scoffs. “They thought wrong, let me tell you. I survey just about all of the security footage daily, and I saw the same two idiots bothering these young women who could be their daughters, and so I had HR get involved, and I fired them both without severance pay. Which means they’ll probably try to sue for wrongful termination, thinking it’s all hearsay, but they don’t know about the footage, so joke’s on them.”
“And the interns, how are they?”
“I think they’ll be alright. I spoke with all of them and apologized profusely. I told them that behavior like that didn’t trickle down from me, and that I take it all very seriously. They’re all continuing with their internships, which is good. I would have felt terrible if they couldn’t get credit for this.”
“Wow, I think you’re the first ethical CEO in corporate history.”
“There’s nothing ethical about capitalism.” He says lowly, shaking his head. Candy’s hand gripped his knee and she moaned.
“Don’t stop, I’m close.” She pops an eye open, and they both burst into a fit of giggles. “Handsome, kind, and self aware? Damn, you’re the whole package.”
“I’ve thought about you a lot over these last two weeks.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, and I made sure to book out some other appointments in advance.”
“I saw that.”
“Does it bother you that I book the longest blocks I can?”
“Nah, I get paid the same amount no matter how many appointments I have a week.” She chews on her bottom lip. “Last time, you mentioned that you wanted to show me how you do other things…”
“I want your honest feedback. Can we go lay on the bed for a bit?”
“Of course.” They both climb onto the bed and Harry pulls Candy to rest her head on his chest. “I like your cologne.” She mutters.
“Thank you.” He murmurs, his eyes fluttering closed. “Would it be weird if we took a quick catnap?”
“Not weird at all. I’ll set a timer for thirty minutes. Take your clothes off, we can get under the covers.”
When all is said and done, Harry turns Candy onto her side so he can spoon her. He wedges a leg between hers and sighs contently. A nap after a long day with a beautiful woman in his arms feels almost as good as when he had his tongue inside her pussy. Almost.
//
“Oh, God! You’re so good at this, fuck!” Candy moans out as Harry eats her from behind. She reaches behind herself to grip his hair and keep him close. “I’m almost there, don’t stop!” It’s not often Candy gets to have a genuine orgasm while being with her clients, so she’s taking full advantage. “Fuck!” She collapses to the bed after coming, and Harry trails kisses up her spine and along her shoulders. “You seriously have nothing to worry about. No notes.” She says as she catches her breath once Harry lets her roll onto her back.
“Good.” He smiles. “There’s something else I want to do today.” He tugs the front of her teddy down, exposing her breasts. He licks over one of her nipples, and Candy gasps. “Does this actually feel good?” He gives the sides of her breast to further pucker her nipple for him to flick his tongue over.
“Yes.” She threads her fingers into his hair as he takes more into his mouth, sucking roughly. A long moan escapes her. He travels to the other and does the same thing. “Can I please have your cock inside me?”
“No.” He sits up and pulls the teddy completely off her body, leaving her bare. “I want to eat you again.” He gets on his belly between her legs, wraps his arms around her thighs, and off he goes.
“You’re killing me.” She whines, throwing her forearm over her eyes. Harry slips two of his fingers inside of her, and she sighs with relief.
“Better?”
“Want your cock.” She sits up on her elbows. “Why won’t you give it to me?”
“Because I don’t have to.”
“You’re a sadist, you know that? You come off all timid and shy, but all of that hides a devious side to you.”
“A sadist wouldn’t let you come at all.” He kitten licks her clit before sucking it between his lips. “Is that how you want it to be?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I just need…more.” He slips a third finger inside of her. “More.”
“I don’t think your little pussy could handle it.” He lets her legs go and crawls up her body, slotting his mouth over hers. His fingers are still inside her. He starts pumping them shallowly and lets the heel of palm beat into her clit. “God, listen to you. So fucking wet for me. Do you get this wet for your other clients?”
“No, never!” She whimpers. “I usually need to use lube.”
“Poor thing.” He pouts down at her. “Can feel you squeezing around me, are you getting close?”
“Yes.”
“Are you gonna come? Gonna come for me, sweet girl?”
“Oh, fuck!” Her hips move upward and then she’s coming. She twitches around his wrist a few times before he pulls his fingers out. He sucks them into his mouth and moans.
“Do you call yourself Candy because you know you taste like it?”
“Stop.” She chuckles. “Pussy does not taste sweet.”
“Yours does.” He presses a kiss to her forehead, then looks down at the painful bulge in his briefs. “Would you mind, uh, sucking me off?” A blush creeps over his cheeks.
Candy smiles and grabs a pillow to kneel on before getting off the bed. She spreads Harry’s legs and pulls his briefs down. He leans back on his hands and lets her get to work how she wants. His head rolls back the first time she swallows around him. He’s in absolute heaven, and from the sounds of her moans, it’s safe to say she is too.
//
Every meeting started the same. Candy would take Harry’s suit jacket and loosen his tie. Then, they’d sit on the couch, and slowly move to the bed as they talked. Sometimes Harry wanted a quick nap, and other times he was ready to start right away. He still hadn’t properly fucked her, but he’s fucked her with several dildos and vibrators. He wanted to work on those skills just the same. He even fucked a plug in and out of her ass.
They’d been going at it for at least two months at this point. He still didn’t know her real name, but he knew a ton of other things. He enjoyed talking with her, probably more than he should. Because when Harry goes out on a few different blind dates, he finds himself comparing every woman to Candy. The hollow look in their eyes while they smiled and nodded did nothing for him.
On this particular evening, Harry showed up with a bouquet of flowers for his girl.
“Harry, this was so thoughtful, thank you.”
“Can we talk for a minute?” He takes her hand, and they go to the couch. “I’ve tried going out with other women, and none of them are you. I know I don’t even know your real name, but…”
“Harry, I know where you’re going with this, and the answer is no. I’ve never accepted any sugar baby offers for a reason. At some point, you’ll get bored, kick me out, and then I’ll be shit out of luck. I don’t want a man directly paying my way. It would make me feel powerless and trapped.”
“That’s not what I was going to ask you, like, at all.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I wanted to know if I could take you out on a real date sometime, when you’re not on the clock as Candy.”
“I can’t do that either, Harry.” She puts her hand on his knee, giving it a squeeze. “I keep these worlds separate. Men can’t handle that I fuck other men, they always ask me to quit, and-“
“I would never ask you to do something like that. If you ever end up leaving this place, it should be because you want to.”
“Jennifer is my best friend.”
“She and I broke up ages ago. Pretend like she’s not a factor in this. Would you go out on a date with me?”
“I…” she bites into her bottom lip.
“If no really is your answer, I’ll respect it, and we can keep things as they are, but…I have to be honest with you…every time I’m around you, I get this feeling. And it’s only with you. I wanna know if you feel it too.”
“I feel very strongly for you, more so than I have for any other client.”
“I’m so taken with you, sweetheart.” He cups her cheek and runs the pad of his thumb along her skin. “I think about you all the time, from the second I wake up in the morning. Just the thought of you has me tossing and turning and has my eyes rolling back. You have this affect on me, and you fascinate me, and I want to know everything about you. You’re so sweet, you’ve completely stolen my appetite.”
“Fuck, Harry.” She moves to straddle his lap, and she wraps her arms around him. “I’m so wet right now.” She says lowly into his ear.
“Don’t.” He grips her chin. “Don’t try to distract me.”
“I was just being honest the same way you just were. You…you’d really be okay with me continuing to work here if we started up?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs. “You don’t get this turned on by any of your other clients, do you?”
“Nope, only by you.”
“Then I think I could learn to compartmentalize things. This is work, not play.”
“Exactly.”
“Would I still be able to come see you here?”
“Yes, but don’t go taking up all my open slots. That kind of possessiveness doesn’t turn me on.”
“Noted.” He smiles softly. “So, I was thinking, for our first date, I could bring you home with me some night, and I could cook for you.”
“You cook?”
“It relaxes me. I can make whatever you like.”
“I can’t remember the last time someone cooked for me. That sounds nice.” She bites into her bottom up. “Say things go well, and we start dating regularly…what will you tell me people about me?”
“Whatever you’d want me to tell them. I can be as open or as private as you like. I’ll admit, I was embarrassed the first time I came here, but I’m finding that these types of places are way more common than I thought.”
“You could say we met at work. Not a total lie. When I’ve dated in the past, I usually tell the guy to tell others that I’m a masseuse.”
“Are you comfortable with that?”
“Yeah. It feels like the most accurate thing to say. I provide pleasure and relaxation.”
“You sure do.” He smirks. She rolls her eyes playfully at him. “Are you free tomorrow night for a date?”
“Yes.” She smiles.
“Great.” He trails kisses along her jaw line and nips at her earlobe. “Bring an overnight bag. I’m gonna give my cock tomorrow night, and if I do my job right, you won’t be able to walk afterwards.”
#harry styles#harry styles fic#harry styles fanfic#harry styles smut#harry styles fluff#harry styles angst#harry styles imagine#harry styles x reader#harry styles x y/n#harry styles x oc#hs fic#candy fic
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*the gods in council*
zeus: all in favor, say aye
the gods: aye
zeus: good. does anyone have anything to add before we disperse?
poseidon: yes. i invite you all to examine some pictures and evaluate whether athena or myself constructed the superior ginger bread house at the jackson-blofis-chase christmas party
athena, rolling her eyes: it is utterly inconceivable that you truly believe your haphazard creation could rival the elegance and precision of my architectural masterpiece
poseidon, pointing his trident at her: oh, but indeed i do. mine was much more homey looking. there was a pond outside, a nice yard, it even had candy horse stables. yours was a boring upper-class temple
athena: frederick and annabeth—the higher-IQ participants—most definitely agreed that mine was undeniably superior
poseidon: um, no. annabeth may have said yours was better, but i saw her admiring my work much more than yours. perseus can back me up.
athena: oh gods, perseus’ house was even worse! even sally was making fun of it!
poseidon: sally found it charming. you simply do not understand her humor, being as uptight as you are. my son’s house radiated warmth and entertainment, unlike yours that-
zeus, annoyed: can you two settle this somewhere else?
poseidon and athena, in unison: no
ares: i liked it better when you two almost never interacted. first the superbowl party bet, then the easter basket debacle, and now this?
athena: i still cannot believe you all voted his easter basket was better
apollo: the candy choices inside were simply more appealing than your delicate basket weaving. i know because i was there
athena: you weren’t even invited. you just showed up
apollo: the jacksons and i are old friends, of course they wanted me there! plus many of my other friends were there! leo and thalia and-
zeus: i’m about to erase all of you from existence
poseidon, amused: you’re the jealous you weren’t invited, brother
#how do you guys feel about ridiculously long incorrect quotes?#because i have about 7 of them in my drafts#anyway#am i the only one who thinks this would happen?#i love the thought of apollo just showing up#percy jackson#annabeth chase#poseidon#athena#zeus#apollo#ares#sally jackson#frederick chase#pjo#percabeth#incorrect quotes#heroes of olympus#percy jackson and the olympians#rick riordan
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gym!eddie isn’t doing anybody any favors hiding in the vault. cont’d from here and here. 18+, MDNI 1.4k
eddie munson x plus-size!reader (cw: weight discussion, but we keep it fluffy. angst doesn’t exist in this universe)
This was a great fucking day.
It certainly hadn’t started out that way. Between a slew of emails from clients and Zoom meetings that would not end, Eddie’s work day crawled by at a painfully sluggish pace.
He had even tried going on a run at lunch just to jolt himself with some endorphins, but he hadn’t managed to close even half of his exercise ring before he needed to stop—winded and panting, leaning on a tree for support as he stood there practically hacking up one of his lungs.
Seriously, how had he never noticed how piss-poor his stamina was?
But any day that ended like this—with you in his bed, his hands getting to roam freely across the softness of your belly and the graceful dip of your waist and the plentiful curves of your hips and ass—was a great fucking day in Eddie’s book, no matter how badly it started.
“You’re so cute,” he sighed, grinning as he nuzzled his face against yours and his stubble tickled the sensitive skin of your neck and ear. “How in the hell did you get so cute? Seriously?”
In the weeks since you’d started seeing one another, he’d finally gotten to the point he could say these kinds of thoughts out loud instead of screaming them inside his head. And it enthralled him to no end you seemed to delight in hearing them as much as he delighted saying them.
Like now, for instance, with the way your lips curved upward into a smile as you shrugged back, biting down on your bottom lip as you giggled. God, was he obsessed with that sound.
His head dipped low, capturing your mouth with his to kiss you deeply and passionately. And he knew you could feel exactly how hard he was when your hips rolled briefly against his.
“What do you like?” he asked on an exhale, his hot breath rushing over your neck so your spine shook with shivers. “Tell me, please. I want to be ready. How do you want me to be?”
He swore he could feel how the words affected you, arching your back to push your body closer to his, letting out a soft sigh and a breathless hum of pleasure. But when he pulled back to look at you, to see your face and look in your eyes when you answered, he saw something else flicker across your face. Something torn between excitement and trepidation.
“What?” Eddie chuckled. “What was that look?”
“Nothing, nothing.”
You shook your head and looked away bashfully, hiding your face in his pillow. Though you might as well start thinking of it as your pillow now, as far as he was concerned.
“Come on,” he urged, still dropping light kisses on the apples of your cheeks that warmed as blood rushed beneath them with your embarrassment. “Please tell me?”
Your head shook again. “No, it’s dumb.”
“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?”
He brought his hand up to cradle your jaw and tipped your face towards his.
The late afternoon sun coming through his blinds splayed across your lovely face, bringing out the brightness of your eyes. He’d honestly paint his whole apartment that very shade if he could. Every inch of every wall, every door frame and baseboard and piece of trim. Even the ceilings.
He wanted to be drenched in you.
“I, um…” You laughed nervously, all of a sudden sweetly shy in a way he’d never seen you before. “I like the idea of…getting thrown around. Being, like…man-handled.”
It’s like literal sirens go off in Eddie’s ears. His brain straight up flatlines, he’s so overwhelmed by the barrage of images that flood his mind the second you say that. He feels as though all the tiny Eddies in his head are running around and screaming at one other in a total panic—Holy shit! Holy FUCKING shit! What do we do?! Where’s the manual?! GET THE FUCKING MANUAL!
“Just—” Eddie stammered as he cleared his throat, the word coming out in a too-high crack the likes of which he hadn’t heard since puberty. “Just the idea?”
“Well, yeah, no one’s ever…” You blinked up at him, collecting yourself. “I mean, I’m not exactly dainty, you know? So no one’s ever tried.”
“What if I tried?”
The question popped out before he had taken even a moment to think it over, for him to come up with even marginally better phrasing. Fuck it, he thought. Too late to take it back now, anyway.
And it wasn’t like he didn’t mean it.
His heart still flutters when he hears you laugh, but it stings a bit with the way you look away. “You can’t lift me, Eddie,” you told him flatly.
His brow scrunched, a little offended.
“How do you know?”
“Because I know what you bench,” you retorted with a sassy bob of your head.
“Okay.” Eddie’s eyes rolled. “And it’s more?”
“Yes. It’s more.”
“By how much?”
Your expression wrinkles and it stings a little more this time when you shrink away. Shit.
He didn’t mean for it to come out like that. He didn’t mean to ask what you weigh so explicitly. Not that he’s avoiding asking, so to speak. He just knows it won’t change anything. It’s not like there’s some number you’re gonna say that is going to make him balk. He knows what you look like and he knows he likes it. He knows he maybe even loves it, but that’s neither here nor there.
He wants to know for…other reasons.
It takes a lot more reassurance and some more gentle coaxing, but he finally gets a number out of you. And yeah, it’s more than what he typically maxes out at, but it’s not that much more. He’ll ask Steve tomorrow about a new regimen, and he’s definitely seen him do some of those very specific hip thrust exercises that Eddie can only imagine are meant for this exact purpose.
He’s got some time. He can get there.
It’s not like he’s gonna be ragdolling you the first time out of the gate. You guys were still new, still feeling one another out, still keeping everything soft and gentle and sweet.
God, he wants to be so sweet to you.
But he also wants to ruin you, if that's what you like. He’ll twist your body into whatever shape he can imagine—he knows you do yoga, you must have a whole arsenal of poses—and then he’ll fuck you until your brain is leaking out of your ears if that’s what you want. He certainly does.
Speaking of leaking brains, Eddie nuzzled up to you again and the way you relax into his touch is sort of brain-melting in a totally different way. That breathy little laugh of yours is back as he hooks one of your legs over his hip and starts to nip gently at your throat with his teeth.
His hands gripped your waist and he helped you roll your body against his, trying out what it’s like to guide and direct you, seeing the way it makes you slowly but surely relinquish control.
But he doesn’t push any further, despite the adamant protests coming from between his legs.
Neither of you wanted to go too fast. Eddie, because he genuinely didn’t want to miss a second of getting to know you, and he kind of had this tendency of going full throttle and driving himself headlong into a brick wall. And you, because with him living so close by you felt like you were already at risk for being swept up into a total cling-fest of a relationship.
He doesn’t ask you to stay for dinner, because you and he made a deal you wouldn’t have dinner together two nights in a row. And with tomorrow being his cheat day, he wants to take you to his favorite Italian place because A) the food is incredible and B) it’s got all this soft, moody lighting he’s sure as shit is gonna make you look like a fucking oil painting sitting across from him.
Still, the conversation has clearly made you a little squirrely and he lets you steer him away from his offer to walk you home, not wanting to push any further or faster than you’re ready for.
And it’s not even been a minute since he’s kissed you goodnight before he’s going into his fitness app and updating his weightlifting goals.
there were supposed to be more parts before we got here—but who cares, I do what I want.
Ty for reading 😘 love you, mean it!
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Before He Cheats
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“Munson Home for the Recently Deceased, you stab ‘em we slab ‘em. How may I direct your call?”
There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds before a light chuckle crackled through the speaker.
“Is that really how you answer the phone?”
Eddie smiled to himself. “Got you to laugh didn’t it?”
“Suppose.”
“Plus, no one calls the landline anymore unless they’re trying to sell something. You trying to sell me something?”
“No. No, I uh… I’m looking for an Eddie Munson?”
“Only an Eddie Munson? Only one? What a terrible fate. Well you’re in luck, my good sir. This is he. What can I do you for?”
The voice on the end of the line gave a light laugh once again but went silent almost immediately after.
Eddie stared at the wall in his apartment, waiting for something to happen. In the quiet he could hear the guy letting out little nervous breaths before one big inhale.
“I um. I’m sorry to have to tell you like this, I’d prefer to do it face to face but I don’t know where you live and you probably wouldn’t even want me at your house afterwards and I did find you on social media but it’s not something I wanted to do in DM’s, you deserve better than that-”
“Okay, hold on, slow down.” Eddie tried to ignore the panic starting to kick around in his heart. “Is someone dead? Is someone injured?”
“No! No, Jesus, I’m sorry. I told Robin that I’d be terrible at this but I couldn’t just let it go on without saying anything-”
“You haven’t really said anything. You’re just rambling.”
“Right. Sorry. Again, blame Robin. I’m around her too much. But… okay. Do you know Rick Lipton?”
Eddie felt the panic leave him, replaced only by irritation as he sighed through his nose. “What did he do now?”
“He… um. I’m sorry to ask this but are you his partner? Like, romantic partner?”
Eddie scowled. “And if I am?”
There was movement against the line, almost as if the other guy was nodding.
“Shit.” He muttered before picking back up in volume again. “Listen, I didn’t know. He told me he was single and I only found out because Robin lives in the same building as you and she saw him with you and asked the neighbours and they said you’d been a thing for like two years and you have to believe me if I’d known I wouldn’t have touched him, I don’t fuck around with cheaters-”
“How long?”
Eddie had expected to feel betrayal or sadness, devastation or heartbreak and they were there.
They were just lost under a tidal wave of anger and indignation. He was even surprised at himself that he didn’t feel more caught off guard.
Rick had never cheated before (that Eddie was aware of) but he had always had a wandering eye and a few off-colour jokes about 'going to find someone more his speed’.
They’d never really felt all that funny.
Maybe it was because their relationship had felt dead for the last few months.
They barely talked, they just existed around each other. The sex had all but dried up as well and whenever they did have it, it was completely impersonal. Get in, get out, move back to separate parts of the apartment if either of them even bothered to stay over.
More often than not one of them would make a quick exit back to their home.
Eddie had been thinking a breakup was on the horizon for a while.
But that was no excuse to cheat.
At least have the fucking decency to end the relationship first before going out and chasing tail.
“Um, like four or five weeks." The guy on the phone muttered, clearly ashamed. "I’m so sorry Eddie, I swear to god if I knew I would never… I have- I have proof if you need it.”
“If it’s a sex tape I don’t think I want to see it.” Eddie was trying really hard to maintain his calm and not snap through the phone.
If what the guy was saying was true, then he was an innocent party in this.
Didn’t make it hurt any fucking less though.
Didn’t make him any less pissed.
“If- no it’s not a sex tape.” The voice sounded scandalised. “Fucking hell, do people actually do that?”
“Yes.”
There was a pause, as though the guy was waiting for Eddie to continue but Eddie just let it hang in the air. He wasn’t ashamed.
But he was definitely going to have to purge those files now.
“Okay well… It's just a photo. I posted it to my insta a week ago but he was really weird about it being up, which in hindsight makes a lot of sense, so I took it down.” He said, quiet and sad. “I can send it to you if you want.”
Eddie pursed his lips.
“Please hold.”
He unceremoniously dropped the phone with a clatter, leaving it dangling from the cord, bouncing against the wall and probably blowing the guy’s ear out.
Maybe in the morning Eddie would feel a little bad about that, but for now it just felt very satisfying.
He rifled around in his bedsheets for his phone before making his way back to the landline.
“Still there?”
“Yes. Ow, by the way.”
Eddie just shrugged, well aware the guy couldn’t see him but whatever. He wasn’t in the mood.
“Send it on.”
Only a moment later his phone pinged with a notification and Eddie opened the photo.
Well.
Shit.
There was Rick, in amongst a crowd at some nightclub, plastered to the side of some pretty boy who looked like he had a regular workout routine.
Ugh.
Eddie couldn’t handle gym bunnies, the amount they could bench or whatever was all they ever talked about. But this must be the guy on the other end of the phone.
@King.Steve.Of.House.Hair
Rick had King Steve’s earlobe in between his teeth and from the angle of the selfie Eddie could see his hands were wandering.
It looked like some kind of Halloween night, if the teeny tiny little sailor outfit was anything to go by.
God damn.
But even so, Eddie still wanted to be sure that what he was seeing was… well. What he was seeing.
“Steve, is it?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry, I didn’t realise I hadn’t given you my name yet.” Steve let out a nervous laugh, like he was expecting Eddie to jump through the phone and strangle him.
Eddie was fit to strangle someone but Steve wasn’t in his crosshairs.
“Don’t worry about it. Tell me, what does Rick have tattooed on his ass?”
“Uh…” Steve paused. “He doesn’t have a tattoo on his ass? Not that I’ve seen anyway. But I can tell you he does have his taint pierced. For some fucking reason.”
Eddie gave a quiet laugh at that, despite the monumentally fucked up situation and the final cracking piece of his heart breaking away. Rick had that piercing by the time Eddie had met him. He insisted he’d gotten it because it was sexy. Eddie was pretty sure he’d just lost a bet.
Eddie was no stranger to intimate piercings himself. He had his frenum done a while back.
That one he’d definitely done because it felt sexy.
He looked back down at his phone, idly flipping through Steve’s profile and all of his other photos.
He probably shouldn’t be thinking about how hot Steve was, how it was juxtaposed with a soft cuteness that almost felt like it didn’t belong to someone with such broad shoulders and defined arms.
He hated himself for thinking about Steve’s attractiveness.
It felt wrong.
Even though he was pretty much single now.
Even if Rick didn’t know it yet.
But fuck him.
He’d find out.
One way or the other.
And Eddie was nothing if not a drama queen.
But he wouldn’t do anything tonight.
No tonight he would just… hurt.
And smoke.
A lot.
“Eddie?” Steve’s voice came through to him. “You okay?”
Eddie swallowed, finding it a little more difficult than he expected it to be and realised he’d just been staring down at his phone in silence.
The screen had gone black.
“Yeah.” He answered, his voice thick. “I’m fine.”
Steve hummed. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
Eddie laughed. It was wet and sniffly and vulnerable and horrible. “What are you gonna do from over the phone far away… wherever you are?”
“I dunno. I could just… talk to you I guess? Help you plot Rick's murder?”
Eddie laughed again, a little brighter this time. "Yeah, that could be good. But if I'm plotting murder I want to be a little more comfortable." He unlocked his phone and hit the follow button on Steve’s account. “This conversation requires lounging, not standing by the landline.”
“Oh-”
“How do you feel about a video call?”
A notification popped up on his phone, letting him know Steve had followed him back.
“A video call is fine.”
“Great.” Eddie paused. He wasn’t even sure how to end this call with the guy his boyfriend of two years had been cheating on him with and who he’d just asked if he wanted to video call so Eddie could smoke his feelings away.
He just didn’t want to feel alone right now.
He could have called Chrissy or one of the boys to come hang out with him but that would require explaining everything over again and he really didn’t want to do that right now.
Before he could think much more on it Eddie said a quick “Okay bye,” and hung up.
Steve knew the story and Steve had been wronged too and maybe they could just be mad and sad together.
He unlocked his phone again as he walked back into his bedroom and hit the video call button, not even bothering to turn his light on, leaving himself and his room shrouded in darkness. He propped his phone up on his desk, angled towards the window where he sat on the sil and started to roll, using the streetlights streaming in the window to see.
Steve picked up only a moment later and Eddie got his first good look at the guy live in action and not through a photo online.
He was sitting at what looked like a kitchen table fully lit by the overhead lights, a pair of wire framed glasses perched on his nose and his hair messy and dishevelled, like he’d been stressfully running his hands through it, which he probably had been.
Eddie didn’t know how stressed he would be if he had to make a call to someone to tell them their long term partner had been cheating.
He was leaning forward, elbows on the table in a cosy yellow sweater with a slight worry between his eyebrows.
He looked so soft.
Nothing at all like the nautical sea queen look he’d been giving in those photos. He looked comfortable and gentle and a little worried.
“Eddie?”
“Mm-hm?” He hummed, bringing the joint to his mouth and lighting it up before pushing open the window a little more and exhaling out into the dark rainfall outside.
“You okay?”
He shrugged. “I will be.”
“I’m not asking about whether you will be, I‘m asking about now.”
Eddie looked over and watched Steve as Steve watched him through the screen.
“Alright, then no. I’m not okay.” He took another drag. “I’m fucking pissed. I’m sad, I’m upset, I’m hurt, I’m angry, I’m disappointed and I don’t know if all of that is directed more at him for doing this to me or me for not expecting it.”
“How were you supposed to expect it?” Steve shook his head in disbelief. “No one should have to expect to be cheated on.”
“Dunno.” Eddie shrugged, looking back out the window. “Relationship was dying anyway.”
“Okay, and? That doesn’t make cheating okay.”
“Suppose not.”
“I’m sorry, for what it’s worth. For my part in it.”
Eddie glanced back over, taking in the downward tilt of Steve’s mouth and his big sad eyes.
“S’not your fault. You were wronged too.”
“I guess, but…” Steve bit his lip and looked up from the screen, casting his eyes around his kitchen like something was going to pop out and answer whatever question was running through his head.
Eddie waited. The guy had been very gracious so far and he seemed to genuinely feel bad for all the mess he’d been wrapped up in.
“I…” Steve continued. “I know how this thing usually goes. You find out you’ve been cheated on and you still love your partner so you tend to focus all your anger towards the person they cheated with rather than the person who actually wronged you.” He looked down, fiddling with some kind of flash card on the table in front of him.
“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.” Eddie stubbed his joint out, happy enough with his current buzz. He was sufficiently mellowed, he hadn’t cried yet though that would probably come once he was in bed, but his anger had simmered down to a level where he didn’t feel like putting his fist through a wall but still angry enough to plot.
“I am, I guess.”
Eddie nodded. “This happened to you before?”
That was probably rude. His filter malfunctioned at the best of times but when he smoked it was all but gone.
“Yeah.” Steve stared down at the cards in his hands. “My mom had to put up with my dad’s infidelity a lot. And my ex-girlfriend cheated on me a while back.” Steve paused before taking a deep breath. “Rick was actually my first attempt to get back into the dating world so…”
“So we can both be sad and angry together.”
“Yeah.” Steve smiled and Eddie stood up, plucking his phone from his desk and settling it on his bedside table, switching his lamp on and throwing himself face down on his bed, probably barely visible to Steve.
“We can be sad and angry together.”
Eddie glanced up. Now that he was closer to his phone, he could better see exactly what Steve was fiddling with, he could read some of the text on the card.
“Stevie.” Eddie sat up, moving closer to the phone and unable to stop the smirk running over his face. Steve’s eyes snapped up towards him. “Did you write out flash cards for when you called me?”
Steve’s eyes widened before he unceremoniously swept all the cards off the table in front of him, his cheeks turning a terrific shade of red and he leaned his face on his hand, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.
“No.”
It was adorable. Incredibly dorky and adorable.
Eddie laughed, full on braying belly laughs, collapsing backwards onto his bed. When he peeked back up to look at his phone through his giggles, Steve’s face was somehow even redder.
“Oh my god.” Eddie breathed. “That’s darling.”
“Shut up.”
“No, no. It’s really very sweet.”
“Ugh. Whatever.” Steve rolled his eyes but was still smiling, still had a blush lighting up his cheeks.
Eddie settled himself back against his headboard. “Actually, listen, let me ask you something.”
“Okay?”
“Does Rick know? Does he know that you know? Or that you told me?”
“No.” Steve answered, finally relaxing his fake nonchalance into real relaxation, folding his hands on the table and propping his chin up on them. “I figured if anyone had the right to rip his balls off it would be you.”
Eddie nodded.
That he could understand.
“I get that, but there’ll be no ball ripping from where I stand. No, I want to hit him where it hurts.”
“Woulda hurt me plenty.”
“Oh, I’m sure. But the only thing Rick loves more than his own balls is his car.”
Steve nodded. “Yeah, he’s like, obsessed with that thing. It’s weird. It’s not even that nice of a car.”
“I’d love to say he has bad taste but considering he picked the both of us, I’m pretty sure his tastes are actually immaculate.”
“Just his decisions are bad.”
“Exactly.”
“Well.” Steve sighed. “I’d love to help any way I can. I hate that I was involved in this, in what he did to you.”
“To us, Stevie. To us.”
“Right, so what’s the plan then?”
“When are you due to see him next?”
Eddie pulled his van into the parking lot of the bar. It was halfway across town and a place that he never frequented if he could help it. Rick liked it though, always had. Eddie just liked other places around town more.
But it could be cute, he supposed. A small little country and sports type place that had a rainbow flag behind the bar and a small number of regulars who, according to Steve, wouldn’t do anything unless you got between them and their drink.
He knew that Steve was inside with Rick, playing up the flirty angle and acting tipsier than he actually was to put him at ease.
Steve had mentioned one of his signature moves involved pool, bending over the table and wiggling a little bit to keep the attention on him. Pulling out a little pout whenever he missed a shot or asking for help to line up his cue.
Eddie would be more upset by the fact that he was missing the sight of it if he didn't know he'd have the opportunity to see it himself at some point in the future.
They had talked for so long that first night, long enough that the sun was starting to come up by the time they'd both dragged themselves away from their phones to sleep.
They’d talked about their families, their friends, what they were doing in life right now as opposed to what they had hoped they would be doing when they were teenagers. They talked about their school selves and their dating lives and as the conversation wore on Eddie found himself thinking again and again about how long it had been since it had felt so easy to talk to someone like that.
It had been a very long time since Rick had put any effort into getting to know him as he grew through their two years together, like he expected Eddie to stay the same person as he was at the start of the relationship.
After that first night where they’d figured out their master plan, he and Steve had just… kept talking. Throughout the rest of the week up until tonight, they were in almost constant contact, only really taking a break to sleep and work.
Eddie felt connected to Steve and in some roundabout way he was thankful to Rick for bringing him into his life.
He’d even met Robin in passing one day, living two floors below him, holding the door open for him as he tried to wrestle with grocery bags.
She was so weird. He kind of loved her the second she opened her mouth. Honest, but with the sharpest tongue he’d ever met on a person.
She had knocked on his apartment door later that evening to tell him Steve was calling over to visit and asking if he wanted to come around to meet him.
Steve had apparently delegated the asking to her because he was too nervous to do it himself.
Again, adorable.
Steve was somehow even sweeter and even saltier in person than he was over the phone and Eddie tried hard, he tried really hard not to look too much or let his fucking horomones run away with him but Jesus. H. Christ it was difficult.
The sweetness of his soft sweaters and polos, his gentle smiles and understanding words matched with his salty mean girl attitude that would slip out every so often and the bitchiest of eye rolls that made Eddie’s heart jump.
Eddie was also trying to feel bad about what was happening but honestly, he was losing reasons to care that much.
He hadn’t texted or called Rick once in the last week and Rick himself had never reached out which all at once made Eddie realise he was the primary communicator in the relationship and it hadn’t been reciprocated in a long, long time.
Adding onto that was the knowledge that Rick was still fucking cheating on him and was in regular contact with Steve left Eddie only half heartedly feeling bad.
He and Steve would go over the screenshots of the conversation together every night and every night Eddie found it harder and harder to hang up the phone.
He was pretty sure Steve was feeling the same way.
They kept just catching each other staring. Or smiling or, pulling back from touching too much and he was almost sure that as soon as Rick was out of the picture for the both of them, something was going to blossom.
Even now, with Steve inside, flirting up a storm with Eddie’s ex-boyfriend who didn’t know he was an ex yet, they would be ending the night together.
Robin was waiting back at her apartment with an alibi ready if Eddie needed it though he suspected he wouldn’t.
Neither he nor Rick had a great track record with the police and it would be more trouble than it was worth to get them involved.
Speaking of, Eddie spotted Rick’s car, some souped up four wheel drive monstrosity of small dick syndrome sitting in the shadows and away from the cameras of the bar where Steve had convinced him to park with a suggestion of something happening in those shadows later on.
He hopped out of his van and threw open the back doors, grabbing his bag of goodies before sidling around Rick’s car to wait.
When the chords of some Shania Twain number started to leak through the walls, the signal he’d been waiting for, the sound loud enough to drown out what Eddie would be doing, he dropped his bag to the floor.
Curling his keys into his fingers and with almost a skip in his step Eddie began to carve a stripe through the immaculate and expensive paint work. Working his way around to the drivers side, he lifted the key up before bringing it back down.
With a little bit of sickening glee, he hacked the word CHEATER into the side of the car, the side that would be immediately visible from the bar door and the side Rick would have to see every time he wanted to get in and get out of the driver's seat.
At least until he paid a bomb to get it fixed.
Eddie had connections in this town. Working as a mechanic here for years would do wonderful things to extend this pain.
Rick knew fuck all about cars.
Tucking his keys back into his pocket, he sidled back around to his duffel bag, unzipping it and pulling out his Stanley blade.
Unsheathing it, he gripped it tight in his hand and punched it down into the nearest tyre, listening with satisfaction as the thing slowly deflated before moving onto the other three.
A second Shania song had started up.
He could hear Steve crooning out from inside, getting louder and Eddie knew he was running out of time.
He pulled Steve’s baseball bat from the duffle and gave it a little twirl, the same one he’d seen Steve do when he’d first handed it off and he had tried so hard not to be attracted to it.
He’d failed miserably.
Maybe Eddie could deal with a gym bunny if that gym bunny was Steve.
With an almighty swing, he brought the bat down, shattering one of the headlights with an almighty crash that wasn’t quite drowned out by the karaoke inside.
Rearing back Eddie swung again, smashing the other headlight and while the music didn’t cut off, he could clearly hear Steve inside calling out for Rick to “Wait!”
Okay, only a few seconds left.
Pulling the bat back and letting the anger and betrayal and indignation flow through him, he brought the bat down hard into the windshield where it embedded itself, the spider cracks of the tempered glass making the thing practically opaque.
The bat was fucking stuck.
Eddie knew that if he was able to pull hard enough he would be able to release the whole windshield from the car but he didn’t even have the strength in him to budge the bat.
“What the fuck?!”
Eddie slowly released his hands from the bat and turned, looking at Rick standing in the doorway of the bar, his mouth hanging wide open in shock, unable to believe what he was seeing. Steve was standing just behind him, with one hand over Rick’s chest.
To anyone else it would look like a comforting gesture, maybe. A show of support.
But Eddie could tell the hand was there to hold Rick back if he decided to lunge.
Both Steve and Rick dragged their gaze over the flat tyres, the word carved into the side, the bat stuck in the windshield.
“Hey sweetheart.” Eddie called across the distance, feeling comfortable enough to turn his back to pick up his bag, trusting Steve to at least shout if Rick was about to tackle him.
“Eddie,” Rick breathed, still open-mouthed somehow. “What in the god damned hell has gotten into you?!”
“I wasn’t talking to you.” He slung the bag over his shoulder and held his hand out.
Steve patted Rick twice on the chest and stepped out from behind him.
Rick watched him walk away looking even more bewildered than before.
With one hand Steve took Eddie’s and with the other he grabbed the bat, wiggling it a few times before pulling it free.
They broke apart as they reached Eddie’s van, Steve climbing into the passenger seat and Eddie throwing his bag in the back before starting up the van from his position in the driver's seat.
He leaned over Steve to shout out of the window, “Have a nice life, asshole!”
As the van tore out of the lot, Steve stretched both hands out of the window, two middle fingers extended until Rick, still frozen on the spot, was out of sight.
When he pulled himself back inside, Eddie saw him glance his way, a huge grin on his face.
Eddie had a smile to match, whooping into the night as they sped down the road.
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What Happens at Ume's Summer Bash, Stays at Ume's Summer Bash! - NSFW
Author’s Note: Well, here it is. I didn’t mean to make the title as long as an old Panic! At the Disco song. God, when I was writing Togame, I had myself feeling a certain type of way. Idk if I’m leading us into a potential Sakura x Togame x Reader threesome or what. Help. Anyway, I’m never beating the Haruka Sakura simp allegations! Giving the people what they didn’t ask for, shit-talking, dominant Sakura.
Synopsis: You’re invited to Umemiya’s Annual Summer BBQ Bash! Pull up a chair, pour yourself a drink, and have some fun with old friends! I hope you can avoid temptation from Togame; he’s kind of into you! But as a good girlfriend, you only have eyes for your boyfriend, Haruka Sakura. Wait…what are you doing on that bed?
Content Warning: Fem!Reader x Haruka Sakura. Mention of alcohol and bodyshots. This may or may not be the same Togame that saw your nudes in Sext Me Like You Mean It. Brief mention of sharing, but not explicit. Aggressive flirting, jealousy, shit-talking, dirty-talking Sakura, teasing but not too mean, fucking where you shouldn’t, fem!reader receiving oral, squirting. Tis smut. Minors Do Not Interact.
Word Count: 3.4K
Dividers by Saradika. Invitation by me
They say there are very few things in life that are guaranteed. Yes, taxes and death are undoubtedly imminent, but the other life-altering event that should be added to that list is Umemiya’s Annual Summer BBQ Bash!
Every Summer, Umemiya invites his closest friends to his home in hopes of hosting a space where you all can exist without the stresses of day-to-day life.
You and Sakura are excited to attend, but who can blame you? Umemiya’s Summer BBQ Bash is always memorable; this year will be no exception.
The parties can get relatively wild as the alcohol tends to flow freely, and it isn’t unusual for the lines to blur between friendship, one-night stands, and sharing of partners. Plus, the food smacks! Bofurin alums and Jo Togame, who has always felt like an honorary member of the friend group, make up the attendee list.
It isn’t long before libations in shot glasses and red cups make their way around the party, and all the popular Summer hits blast through the stereo speakers loud enough to break a few city ordinances.
You’ve long since abandoned Sakura, who still sits at the table, to dance with Kotoha. Sakura can’t take his eyes off you as you bend over, place your palms against your knees and gyrate your hips to the beat as Kotoha delivers a heavy smack to your ass. It takes every fiber in his being to look away.
He needs to avert his eyes, not because he’s embarrassed, but because if he doesn’t look away, his head might just pop.
He knew he was going to have a hard time today when you emerged from the bedroom in your outfit: jean shorts that stop barely stopped above mid-thigh, a black band tee that is cropped at the bottom and exposes some of your tummy when you raise your arms even slightly, and low-top black and white chucks. It may be a simple ensemble for you, but it’s a wet dream for him.
Togame slips into the chair next to Sakura, letting out a deep sigh, “Your girlfriend is insanely hot. Just my type.”
Sakura’s fists clench instinctively, and he has to remind himself that while Togame seemingly has a crush on you, it has been harmless thus far.
And Sakura isn’t delusional; he knows how attractive you are. He can practically see it now as you and Kotoha dance together. You’re sexy, uninhibited by the judgment of others, and radiating with confidence, all things he admires, and that doesn’t go unnoticed by other men—even some of his friends.
“You think I don’t know that?”
“It's been a couple of years for you two, right?” Togame continues as he does the mental math, remembering the first time he saw you holding hands with Sakura and mentally berating himself for not being the first to make a move.
“Been together this long and still haven’t put a ring on it or knocked her up? Dangerous game, my man. Women don’t like to wait. Someone else might snatch her up.”
Fuck off sits on the tip of Sakura’s tongue, but despite his annoyance, he can silently admit that what Togame is saying has consumed his thoughts as of late.
The idea of making a baby with you is enough to push him into cardiac arrest, so he tries to think less of that and more of asking you to marry him.
Baby steps!
And if fear of rejection didn’t cause him immense paralysis, the engagement ring tucked snuggly away in his underwear drawer would already be on your finger.
Their eyes snap back to you as you turn to Sakura and cup your hands around your mouth in an attempt to be heard over the speakers, “Haruka! Come dance with me!”
Sakura shakes his head. You should know better than to ask him to dance outside the safety of your shared living room.
Togame’s eyes light up, however. Your request and your boyfriend's refusal opening an opportune window for him. “I'll dance with her.”
Before Sakura can protest, Togame’s already pushing himself out of the chair and striding over to you. He can’t hear what Togame says to you over the music, but whatever he says makes you offer a smile and take his hand.
As Togame pulls you flush against his body, you can’t help but feel the pang of disappointment in your chest that it isn’t Sakura coming to dance with you. “I’m going to guess that you didn’t ask Sakura for his permission to dance with me?”
Togame looks down at you, his leer making you shudder from under the immense pressure of it. “I need to ask permission from your handler to dance with you? Didn’t know you were into that, lamb.”
Laaaaaaaaaamb?! If you’re the lamb in this dynamic, Togame is the wolf, licking his pointed fangs as he sizes you up and expands his jaw, ready to bite.
You’re trying not to wilt at his given nickname for you, but Togame knows precisely what he’s doing.
You aren’t naive to the fact that he’s hot—all 187 centimeters is dripping liquid sex appeal, and he obviously desires you. Still, you don’t take too kindly to being hunted, especially when you’re already smitten, head over heels, and obsessed with a certain cat-eyed hot-head.
Togame’s hands find refuge on your hips. His grip is solid and arrogant, as though you and he have danced this way before, and it’s a regular occurrence. He’s ducking down between you both so his hair, which has grown longer over the Summer, brushes against your forehead.
“What would you do if I kissed those pretty glossed lips of yours?”
You crane your neck to look at him, making direct eye contact and challenging his stare so your message is clear: “I’d smack the taste out of your mouth.”
Your response earns a deep purr from Togame’s throat; he loves how firey you are, and it only stokes his desire for you. You can feel his hands snaking around your hips, his fingers pressing firmly into the exposed skin of your midriff until they rest dangerously close to the top of your ass.
“Sakura’s lucky he got to you first because in any other situation where he hadn’t, you’d be my girl.”
“There’s not an alternate reality in which I wouldn’t be Sakura’s girl,” you pause as you hear familiar heavy footfalls. “And if it keeps you up at night, which I desperately hope it does, I pursued him.”
“Of course you did. Because you take what you want.” Togame’s jaw clenches, not in anger, but in something more primal, and his eyes don’t betray everything he wants to say and do to you at that moment, but he’s interrupted when Sakura places a hand on his shoulder.
“You heard my girl.” The way Sakura says “my girl” makes you shiver; his voice is low, offering an unspoken threat to his friend.
Togame steps aside, that predatory look in his eye dissipated as he shoots you both a half smile. His absence allows Sakura to take his place, hands resting on your hips.
Hiragi sighs, finally dropping the water hose he was fully ready to unleash on Togame and yourself. “Why does this party always make people act like they’re in heat?”
Umemiya chuckles as he pours himself some punch, “Good question! But, hey, at least you haven’t had to use the water hose this time…yet!”
You beam up at Sakura, your stomach practically executing Olympic-level summersaults as you lean into his frame—close proximity and PDA all subsets of a love language that you so desperately crave from him.
“He is obsessed with you.” His cheeks are tinted red, more than likely from the combination of your affection, the interaction he had witnessed between you and Togame, and the beers he has ingested
“Hadn’t noticed. Hey, I have to go to the bathroom. Come with me?”
“You need my help in the…bathroom? Ok.” You’ve certainly had stranger requests, but he refuses to leave an opening for Togame to corner you again.
As you enter Umemiya’s home, you immediately pull Sakura into the room closest to the left, which also happens to be Ume’s bedroom. The master bedroom is simple and minimalist, but it benefits from an extensive amount of natural light from the sliding glass door that leads out to the backyard. You can see your friends, and they presumably could see you if they came close enough and weren’t so distracted by taking body shots off Tsugeura’s body.
“Wha??? This isn’t the bathroom.”
“Sakura, that was an obvious cover. I wanted some alone time with you.”
A crimson blush crawls from his neck to the tips of his ears. “In here?”
The silken sheets of Umemiya’s bed smell freshly washed, somehow still warm from the dryer as you pull them back and sink into them.
Sakura bites his lip as you hold out a hand. You are temptation personified in your jean shorts, with the skin of your tummy peaking out and beckoning to him.
You’re going to be the death of him.
He climbs on top of you, already making quick work of the button to your pants. “A-are we about to fuck in Umemiya’s bed?” Your voice is shakey, but your eyes are unblinking and mischievous as you stare at him.
“I don’t want to think about it.” As he tosses your shorts—and underwear soon after–aside, he disappears under the covers. You let out a gasp as his tongue pokes at your pussy, pulling each labia into his mouth and sucking hungrily. If you two intended for a quick romp beneath the sheets of Umemiya’s bed, that’s now suddenly out of the window.
It isn’t long before Sakura is eating you out like it has been too long without his favorite meal, delivering gentle nips of your folds in between intense suckles to your clit that make you buck your hips. He lets out a growl and wraps muscled arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him so that his mouth is suctioned against your clit.
Your moans are uncharacteristically soft and tempered out of fear that if anyone were to enter the house, they’d be able to hear you. But it’s hard to contain yourself as Sakura fucks you with his tongue, loud, messy, wet lapping sounds as your essence dribbles onto his tongue.
He briefly pulls away from your drooling cunt, “Oh, don’t try to be quiet now.” Then he’s back to burying his face in your heat, shaking his head from side to side, swiping his tongue against your clit. As he devours you, slurping and his needy moans fill your ears. Your eyes flutter closed, and you can’t help but take in the scent around you. It smells exactly like Umemiya and makes you feel like he’s in bed with you both. You cover your face with your arm as the thought has you clench around Sakura’s tongue.
“Mmm, that’s my girl..”
The continuous, unrelenting licking and slurping contribute to the intense buildup of flutters deep within your abdomen until you finally release, warm and thick in Sakura’s mouth. He moans, swallowing happily, enjoying his much-deserved reward.
You’re lightheaded, but you still crave more. Mental gymnastics have you thinking that if you haven’t been found by a party attendee yet, why not take a chance on some extra fun?
“Sakura, fuck me, please. I need you.”
Sakura raises himself from between your thighs, bringing the bedsheet with him so you’re both trapped in the confines of it, and despite there being so little light, your eyes quickly adjust to the smirk on his face.
“Yeah? Say that again.”
“Sakura, I’m not going to beg for it.”
“You sure about that?” You can feel him dragging the fat tip of his dick against your folds, pressing the leaking head against your entrance with so little pressure that it feels cruel.
Ok, maybe you could beg for it a little.
You raise your hand to his face, dragging a thumb against his bottom lip, which is still saturated with your cum.
“Baby, please, I am literally begging you to fuck me.”
The corner of his mouth twitches. His pretty girl asking ever so nicely for his cock. The power play turns him on—hearing you, his queen, treating his dick as a much-needed commodity.
But he thinks you can do a little more begging.
He grips his cock and delivers harsh smacks against your sopping wet hole, reveling in the buttery, sharp wet sounds it makes.
“Sakura,” you growl, “if you don’t put it in-“
His eyes snap up to meet yours. They’re narrowed and intense, almost setting off your fight, flight, or freeze response. “You’ll fuckin’ what?”
Oh.
Oh.
Fuuuuuck.
You swallow thickly, realizing that maybe you misjudged which Sakura had joined you in Umemiya’s bed today—shy, blushing Sakura was probably still at the table outside. You were under the covers with ex-Bofurin leader Haruka Sakura, the Sakura that likes to fold you like a pretzel and fuck you raw until you’re weak and out of commission for a few days.
Bedroom dynamics are funny like that.
So, you, ordinarily headstrong and unfaltering, now speak to him in a softer and pleading voice.
“P-please, Haru.”
He snorts, grabbing one hand of your plush thighs and pushing it up so it’s pressed against your stomach. “Glad you fixed the attitude, brat.”
As Sakura sinks into you, he can’t help but look down at where your bodies meet, the length of his cock disappearing into the mess of you. He lets out a shaky breath to steady himself and not cum in you before he can leave his mark. As his eyes return to your face, he can’t help but grin, delighted by your blissed-out face.
“Feels good, yeah?” He asks as though he can’t deduce the answer from how you’re already gripping him.
“Soooo good, baby!”
“That’s all it takes to calm you down? Good dick?”
You would literally build an altar in his name and pray for absolution if it meant access to his dick, so yes, But words are hard when your cunt is stuffed to the brim of the aforementioned good dick, so you simply give him an enthusiastic nod.
“Tell me how you want it, pretty girl.” Once again, he knows the answer. He can feel it the way you desperately choke his cock with your walls, but he wants to hear you say it.
“Hard. So fucking hard, Kitten.”
The only indication that Sakura planned on slamming his cock into your cervix is the sudden way he pressed the tips of his fingers into your thighs, but it was so instantaneous that your brain hardly had time to register the act. The alarming nature of not having a warning or much time to adjust almost made you clamp your legs shut around him, but a low growl and a “No.” keeps you wide open for him.
You gasp and wiggle against him, panting; the sound of shifting linens and his drumming into you roar in your ears as the sheets around you create an echo chamber. He’s fucking you like you belong to him. As though he has the god-given right to mold a path in your cunt.
“Gonna make you squirt.”
Oh, and you absolutely believe him because you can feel it looming over you like a creeping, ominous shadow.
“B-but, Ume’s bed-”
“Oh, Haruka, what about Ume’s bed???” he mocks you in the same whiny tone you’re using, then shifts back to speaking normally.
“You should have thought about that before you were begging for cock.”
Your stomach muscles tighten. His words are so harsh, so aggressive, so good. Your eyes roll back as the unmistakable feeling of a spring so tightly wound up finally uncoiling. Absolute pleasure shoots through you, and a flood of hot fluid coats Sakura’s pubic hair and Umemiya’s sheets.
“Theeeeere you go,” he praises. Still, he doesn’t stop the abuse of your pussy, fucking you with the added saturation of your cum, making him throw his head back, dual-colored eyes closing, and silently praising whatever god is listening.
As another orgasm crashes into you, Sakura chuckles and flips you over, so now you’re straddling him, shaking as he holds you flush against his body with fingers wrapped around the back of your neck. “Tapping out already? I’m not even close to being done.”
His cock doesn’t miss a beat, continuing to fuck at your hole with desperation, trying to prove that his cock is better suited for you than Jo Togame’s.
“Fuuuuck, Haruka!”
While you would never encourage the flirtatious behavior of others to incur Sakura’s jealousy, feeling him use you like a cock-sleeve will not garner any complaints from you. You latch your mouth onto one of his nipples, earning a whimper from him.
“G-gonna cum if you do that again.”
You grunt as it hardens against your tongue, amused that his words were meant to deter you.
You both freeze as the sliding glass door to Umemiya’s bedroom opens. Sakura’s pistoning of his hips comes to a halt immediately, and you both cover the other's mouth with a palm.
Kotoha sighs at the sight in front of her: clothes strewn across the floor and the bed unmade with the blankets bunched up into a large mound. She doesn’t attempt to pay attention to the ladies' underwear on the floor, not wanting to think about Umemiya’s extracurriculars too much.
“You could have cleaned up your bedroom before inviting us over! Now, where did you say your wallet was?” she calls over her shoulder to Umemiya.
Umemiya, too busy flipping burgers in the air with the practiced precision of a grill master, shouts back, “My room is clean, Koooootoooohaaaaaa! My wallet should be on my nightstand!”
You and Sakura are staring into each other's eyes, panic-stricken as Kotoha rummages through the drawers closest to your heads.
Your mind can’t help but wander as you imagine her pulling back the sheets and finding Sakura’s balls plastered to your slit, messy love-making evident under the puddle of saliva and cum soaked into the sheets beneath you.
Your cunt twitches erratically, still wrapped around the base of Sakura’s cock.
Sakura glares at you, in disbelief at your depravity but not too shocked because he knows you. His eyes seemingly scream, “Pervert! Pervert! Pervert!”
“Here it is!” the sound of footsteps receding and the sliding glass door closing, quieting the voices and sounds of the party, allows you both to relax.
Sakura pulls his hand off your mouth, “Were you seriously squeezing my dick at the idea of being caught!?”
“Couldn’t help it,” you whine as you wiggle against him.
“You love the idea of someone watching me fuck you, huh? That’s fucking filthy.” his hands return to the top of your ass as he gives you a few upward thrusts.
“Fuck, you’re wetter now than when we started. You want me to go get all our friends, let them watch me fuck this pussy?”
“Y-you would never,” you say through moans.
“You don’t have a clue what I think about at night. Heh, how about we grab Togame? I know he’d love to see you spread open.”
“Baby, I’m going to-”
“Then fucking cum.”
A rapturous, otherworldly, blissful orgasm rips through your body, and Sakura follows soon after. Your mouths crash into one another in a messy and loud kiss as you exchange groans and moans.
Sakura’s half-lidded eyes open as he looks at you, “what should we do with the sheets?”
“Hope they dry on their own? I mean, it’s probably not that bad, right?”
After you and Sakura get dressed, you pulled back the sheets and cringed at the sight of wet stains covering the expanse of his sheets.
“I hope he has a mattress protector on.” Sakura slowly turns to you with a raised eyebrow as if this is your fault!
“Shutup, shutup!” You push him out of the room, hoping the sunlight shooting in through the sliding glass doors can dry the linens.
As you enter your shared bedroom, Sakura quickly closes his underwear drawer and turns to you with a blush on his face.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to look at your naughty magazines. Ume just texted me.”
“I dont HAVE naughty magazines!” He registers what you just said and shoots you a look. “Texted you…?”
“He said that there was a spare bedroom that we were more than welcome to use if we had just asked.”
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Stoned and Nostalgic



pairings/characters: (best friend/pining) sam x gn!you, dean is barely there
summary: when sam confides in you that he got accepted to stanford, you make him promise to go and never look back, but when you see him years later and back on the road with dean, you demand an explaination as to why he gave that up
warnings: getting high, angst, talk of jess and her death,
word count: 2,301
A/N: this was a request!! tysm for reaching out :):) also, if anyone wants to be tagged in my future works feel free to ask ^.^
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The night sky above was clear, shimmering stars from light years away tease your meaningless existence and you rest on the hood of your fathers car. A long drag of a loosely rolled joint fills your lungs with a biting smoke and you exhale, watching as the puff dissolves just above your eyes. A hand slacks into your peripheral and you pass the joint over to Sam.
You had known Sam for years. Ever since your dad and John teamed up on a hunt back in ‘92, it was often you got to share moments like this with the younger Winchester. He also always had the best weed.
Tonight, the dads and Dean were out on a hunt and you didn’t expect to see them for a few more hours. Not that they cared much about your ‘extracurricular activities’. Getting high with Sam was something you often found yourself looking forward to. You never felt safer than when you were with Sam, not just physically but emotionally too.
As summer nears an end, the cool night air rings with cicadas. You looked forward to the autumn months, the changing leaves with a more interesting landscape to get high too observe. Plus, this was the first year you didn’t have to go back to school. You and Sam were graduated adults now but right now, stoned and bodies pressed close, you still felt like dumb teenagers playing hooky.
“I missed you, been too long,” you say, taking back the joint as he passes it to you. Something is different with him though. He’s been quieter, more tense and quite eager to get to smoking.
“Yeah,” he says bluntly with a hint of sadness.
“Maybe with both of us outta school, we’ll get dragged on more hunts,” you pull in a fresh drag. “Wonder why we didn’t get involved with this one.” Sam just hums in response.
Even if his mind is full of thought, the air between you two stays light and dizzy. The joint doing its job.
Sam sits up, resting his forearms on his knees and running a hand down his face.
“I um-,” he clears his throat. You sit up with him and tilt your head, flicking some ash off the tip. “I gotta tell you something,” he looks straight ahead, working his jaw.
“What’s up?” You ask, taking another drag, the smoke dropping a haze over the seriousness of his demeanor. He’s quiet, amping himself up to say what he needs to.
“I got some pretty good news,” he says, but his face isn’t holding the excitement it should.
“Well, spill,” you nudge his shoulder.
“A few months back I applied to some colleges for the hell of it,” he starts, “I got accepted to a few,” the haze starts to thin, “I got a full ride for two. I chose the better of the two- Stanford.”
You’re shocked, the thought of college never even crossed your mind. It was out of the cards for you, not even an option to entertain with an SAT score.
“You’re kidding,” you exhale. Of course if anyone could swing a full ride to a school like that, it would be Sam. “That’s amazing!” You scoff, wrapping your arms around him and holding the joint away so it doesn’t get in the way. “Oh my god, when do you start? What did Dean say?”
Sam chuckles softly, shaking his head, “I haven’t told anyone else yet.” You feel honored. “I have to be there for orientation on Sunday.” Five days from now. Reality hits. Sam is leaving for good.
“Oh!” You try to remain excited for him but you can already feel the ache of his absence. “What are you gonna tell him? Or your dad?”
“I have no fucking clue,” he looks up at the sky, plucking the joint from your fingers. “They are gonna be pissed.” You want to argue that they’ll be ecstatic because who wouldn’t be? But you know John and the kind of father he is.
Silence washes over you two and you let the news settle.
“You’re gonna do great things, Sam,” you finally speak up. “You’re gonna change the world. You’re so damn smart and they’re lucky to have a student like you,” you list off your exact beliefs. “You’re gonna get out,” you breathe out.
Sam looks over to you as you stare above, envy buried under pride for your best friend. A small smile perks your lips and your chest swells with emptying exaultation. You can feel his empathetic eyes bore into your temple. He feels bad, you know he does.
“You deserve this,” you turn to him with glossy eyes. “You just have to promise me one thing.”
His jaw tenses with held back words and he sighs but nods.
“Don’t come back,” you shake your head, ignoring how his expression turns a bit confused and maybe even hurt. But you don’t care if it hurts him now. “You deserve more than this,” you gesture out to the desolate motel parking lot, “you deserve an education, a regular job, a spouse, a good house in a good neighborhood, maybe even a few kids if they're in your cards. You deserve a normal life. You can’t come back to this. Don’t let Dean or John or anybody stop you from doing what is best for you, okay?” Your words are stern and he takes the bite behind them. Your passion for his future fueling his desire to go out to California and never look back.
“I promise.”
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After working a case in Colorado, you decided to take a few days off and relax at a motel in the beautiful state. You chose a motel within walking distance to a bar and wasted no time trekking up the sidewalk and to the establishment. It was a Thursday night so it wasn’t too busy and you took a stool in the middle of the bar, ordering your preferred drink and some house chips to snack on while you watched the muted talk show on a TV behind the bar.
You had a few drinks, grazed on some appetizers and flirted with the bartender who was looking for a good tip for sure. But you didn’t mind. A few strangers come up to talk to you but you turn them away, committing to yourself for the night.
As the night goes on, the bar gets a bit more crowded and you pay your bill, leaving a generous tip and throwing back the rest of your drink. As you push out of the stool and swing your jacket over your shoulders, your eyes lock with a familiar set and you smile.
Dean Winchester was occupying a high top in the middle of the dining room. His face lights up when he sees you and you make your way over to him.
“Hey!” You greet, and he gets up to meet you for a hug. “What brings you up here?” You ask, pulling away and fixing your jacket.
“Just driving, looking for a case,” Dean shrugs with a kind smile. It had been years since you last saw Dean. You had helped him and John with a nest of vamps back in ‘04.
“It’s so good to see you,” you look over to see an empty chair with a coat slung on the back and a fresh beer in front of the placement. “John in the bathroom?” You ask casually, but Dean’s face grims as he looks down at his glass.
“Actually, um, we’re looking for him,” Dean explains with a heavy inhale, looking up at you.
“We?”
You hear your name and your heart stops as you turn to see a matured and sturdy version of the beanpole you called your best friend all those years ago. A rush of emotions wrack over your body- joy, grief, confusion, anger. What was Sam doing here? It’s the middle of February, shouldn’t he be in school? It should be his senior year.
“Sam?” You ask, astonished to see the man before you. He smiles at you but the lack of your own causes his to melt away in confusion. “Why are you here?”
“What?” He asks, with a small shake of his head as if he didn’t hear you right.
“You should be in California, what- what happened?” You repeat. The promise he made is still fresh in your mind.
“It’s complicated,” he rolls his eyes at the complication and not in annoyance with you.
“No, it’s- Sam,” you scoff lightly. Ready to give him a piece of your mind.
“C’mon, let’s talk outside,” he grabs his coat and gestures for you to follow him. You head towards the door, ignoring Dean's eyes. You push open the door, stepping into the nostalgic night air, looking up at the crystal clear sky with speckled glitter for stars.
“Are you hunting?” You ask, not looking away from the sky.
“Yes,” he admits like an unfaithful spouse. He rubs the back of his neck and sighs. “It’s-.”
“You promised,” you interrupt, looking over at him with glossy eyes. The image is like déjà vu for him- but this time your eyes are damp with betrayed ache and not hopeful pain.
“Dad went missing and Dean needed help,” Sam reasons.
“Then he should’ve called me,” You combat, you hoped that Dean knew could trust you.
“My girlfriend was killed,” he upped the ante and it shuts you right up. Wiping away your anger like a switch. “The same thing that killed my mom- what my dad has been searching for- it got to her.”
Fuck. You feel awful.
“I couldn’t just ignore that- pretend like it isn’t my fault for thinking I could’ve had a shot at a life with her-,” his voice breaks and he turns away to pace a few feet.
“Sam-.”
“I gave it one hell of a shot though. Even was going for a chance at grad school,” he scoffed at how naïve he was- how stupid to think he could escape. He saw the whole experience as some sort of joke, especially since he only ended up getting the woman he loved killed.
“I’m sorry,” is all you can say. He turns to face you, his eyes shedding a few spare tears. You can’t get over how much he’s grown. He somehow got taller and is still more limb than noticeable muscle, but his face has sharpened and his eyes have aged a lifetime.
“I wanted to call you, so damn bad, but I didn’t want to see how disappointed you’d be,” he admits, looking down at the ground.
Damn, that hurts.
“No, I’m so sorry. I’m not disappointed, I just- I wanted so much more for you. I wanted you to be happy,” you explain, taking a few steps closer.
“I was,” his voice breaks as he looks back up at you. You can’t hold yourself back. You reach out to pull him close, rising on your tiptoes to reach him. His arms wrap around your body and he hangs on tight. He holds his sobs back but you can feel his body tremor.
“I missed you like crazy,” you mumble into his shoulder.
“Me too,” his words bite out quickly, he hisses back a sob, his fingers clenched into your coat.
You two stay like that for a while, allowing him time to steel himself before even thinking of pulling away. He’s in so much pain- grieving the life he almost had and the love of it too.
Conveniently, Sam and Dean have picked a room at the same motel as you and when Sam finally pulls away, you offer to call it a night and head back. You tell Dean for him, knowing Sam wouldn’t want his brother seeing him like this, and walk back hand in hand. You and Sam were always close like this, you were even each other's first kisses, so when you two got back to the motel, taking him to the room you previously booked with a single king wasn’t a second thought.
You two got comfortable on the bed and he retrieved a joint from an Altoid tin in his pocket. You listen as he tells you all about his time at Stanford- his major for Law and Criminal Justice, his friends and their lives, parties and particularly annoying professors. Then, when the drug works its haze, he’s able to talk about her.
Jessica Moore, you learn, was a kind, fiery, confident, funny young woman who had her own past that she and Sam bonded over. You rested against the headboard as Sam’s head lay in your lap and he continued to talk about anything and everything Jess. She had a mole between her brows that she was insecure of but Sam found stunning. Her wavy blonde hair would get frizzy in the rain and whenever she got too drunk, he had to talk her out of getting a Papa Smurf tattoo on her thigh.
You can tell just by the way his face ignites that he truly loved her- and still does. You don’t ever think this is the type of love he’ll be able to forget and you don’t blame him.
Hours pass and the high is fading. Sam fell asleep in your lap a little while ago but you continue to play with his shaggy locks, missing the mindless intimacy shared between you two. As much as you wished he would have stayed at Stanford, you know that he would’ve been miserable with guilt. At least on the road, he can do something. He can save other people’s Jess’. He can make a difference even if it isn’t as a lawyer.
He can avenge the death of Jess and Mary and you vowed to help him.
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Ghoul



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"So, your best friend since childhood doesn't know you're an exorcist?" Rin questioned. It was late at night, and you both stayed up talking about your life before you left here.
"Yea, my parents said not to say anything, and I listened," Rin hummed, taking a sip of his drink.
"So, he thinks you've been living a normal school girl life?" You nodded to his question. "Wow...are you going to tell him?" He questioned you again. You only shrugged at the answer. In reality, you really did, but at the same time, would he believe you.
Knowing that exorcists exist but also jujitsu, too. It can be confusing since they both exercise dark energy.
You knew that the kings of Hell were more powerful than level curses. You saw both curses and demons. They both see differently. You have to be able to see demons when you get attacked by one.
And for jujitsu, you only have a chance to if you're born with it. It was difficult to explain since things would be more complicated.
People burley know anything on jujitsu, but exorcists they know they exist.
"There will be a day where I have to," you mumble, Rin looked at you before he spoke up on the matter.
But before he even said a word, the door slammed opened revealing Shura. "Hey...late news, but we need to go," she sighed, dressed in her pj's.
"What? It's really late to even be out, " Rin said, looking at the window not seeing a person around.
"Oh, don't be a wuss, come on," she said, turning around, leaving us alone, you sigh rubbing your face with your hands.
"I'm too tired to even be out," you said, getting up on your feet before heading to the restroom.
You still wonder if Satoru would believe you. If not, then what can you do. You looked at yourself in the mirror, turning the cold water on to splash on your face to stay up a bit more.
"Ready?" You heard Rin call out.
"Yea, let's go"
※。.:*:・'°☆
The group of Jujutsu students stood in front of the cursed energy. It was all around the building.
"Damm, this energy feels a lot more different than others." Geto mumble, and the others agreed before Gojo interrupted him with a small chuckle.
"Remember, I'm the greatest...plus I'll cleansed it with no problem come on," he said, walking ahead his friends.
Everyone sigh "he's stubborn enough...it won't get him anywhere." Nanami sighed, Utahime stayed behind, watching as they all agreed before walking inside the building with Gojo.
It was cold when they entered. It felt like it was going to snow inside here any minute now.
"God it's fucking cold" Shoko said, hugging herself for warmth.
"I agree." Gojo mumbles, and he shakes his legs and arms before ignoring the fact he is cold and continues on walking.
"Why did Masamichi want us to do this?" Geto sighs, obviously tired and annoyed for being up most of the night just for this.
The building wasn't screaming cruse energy, only nightmares to be upahead. Something non-human was watching them, they noticed the energy right away.
"It feel heavy here," Haibara said, shivering at the thought of someone watching them from behind. They weren't deep inside the building.
It really did. It intimidated the powerful Gojo Satoru. He didn't bother to show it, though, making him think this thing might be powerful, then they have handled before.
"Hey! What is a kid like you doing here? " Shura startled the girl standing near the entrance.
"Uh...um I'm waiting for my friends," Utahime lied, you notice her lying but didn't mention it since Shura would've caught on.
"Get out of here, before I call the police." She sneer at the teenager. She strik and nodded, leaving without another word.
"What's up with kids doing this?" Rin commented. You only shrugged, not knowing the answer to his question.
"Come on, I got a report a demon was here," she pointed at the building. You and Rin looked at the building, seeing dark energy come off.
"Make sure no one gets into near contact with it." You both nodded as all three of you headed inside.
"Y/n take top floor, Rin...here your sword and take the second floor, I'll do the first," she ordered us. Once Rin had his sword, we headed our different ways.
You felt cold knowing not bring a sweater "so cold" you mumble, you decided to bite your thumb making blood come out.
Mushing it on a paper before saying words "grant me warmth, and protection I'm am one," you said as a yellow fire ball, larger than a baseball. Then appeared in front of you. Giving you time to catch hold of it.
"Heya buddy," you see the demon rub is eyes to look at you with a huge smile on its face.
"Tiii!" It told you only making your giggle as you continued your walk the hall way.
"Let's keep each other warm," you said, letting the demon bring its fire to show more light and warmth to you.
You continued to walk, not knowing what was ahead of you. "It must be a lower rank demon...so it shouldn't be hard to exercise it," you mumble.
You notice it presence right through the door. You heard the voices behind you, wondering why have Shura notice them if they were on the first floor or so.
"God, it's like a maze in here. This curse won't even show itself," you notice the familiar voice.
'Satoru' you recognized his curse energy, too. "Fuck.." You mumble, the demon who you held in your hands notice your panic.
"Stay close," you said before you hurried to write on the ground enough for a large demon to keep them busy.
You got done, hearing them closer with their footsteps. You had a knife near the plam of your hand cutting it.
"Listen to me, come to me at once, and provide me power," you mumble low to your voice, making sure they wouldn't hear you.
Soon, a ghoul was summoned, "keep them distracted." The demon soon listened. Running towards the group of Jujutsu students.
"I'm sorry" you mumble running towards the door where the demon waited.
"What's the noise?" Satoru questioned, notice a dark energy and growl coming upahead of them.
"Be ready!" Suguru yelled, commanding curse spirits to be around the group to protect them.
The ghoul soon showed itself walking in all fours. "What the hell is that?!" Nanami freak out as the smell of the ghoul stinks the hallway.
"It's not a curse energy," Shoko said as it came running towards them. Gojo used his infinity to make the demon stop not coming near him.
"It's not the one we're here for," Satoru said, seeing the demon spilt himself apart. "What the...RUN BACK?" he said, panicking as the rest of them started to run, but Geto and Satoru.
"I'm staying with you," Suguru said. He passed his best friend a smirk before summoning a cruse spirit to take the two demons back.
Mean while you were too busy talking to the demon who possessed a young girl. "What dose an exorcist want," she sneered, knowing it was the demon who was speaking to you.
"Come on, chill out a bit," you chuckled, the fire demon stayed on your shoulder keeping the light around you.
"I just want to know why you took possession on this poor girl," you pointed at them. It only grew anger by your stupid question.
"I'm here to rule!" The demonic voice said, running towards you.
You dodged without problem, with a cloth on your hand attempting to hold the blood coming out shut.
"Is that so?" You looked down at it with a small smile on your face. "Let's make a deal?" It confused the demon.
"Don't lie to me, you exorcists! I don't fall for tricks. " You put your hands up, defending yourself.
"I don't lie, I only tell the truth," you pulled your hand out. "Let's rule together." You sounded more convincing to the demon.
It hesitated but gave in either way, It brought his hands close to you. But only to fall for the simplest trap, grabbing it's wrist pulling it down to the ground under your weight, and hold it down.
"You lying bitch, i'm gonna kill you once I get my hands on you!!!" The demon yelled, trying to escape your grip while digging it's nails into you.
"Yea yea," you rolled your eyes, noticing Rin coming into the room running.
"Are you okay?" He asked. You nodded as you began to rehearse phrases from the Bible.
Seeing the demon scream and dig into your wrist more deeper, of course you felt the pain but ignoring the sharp pain.
Soon the demon left the girl body "I did it!" You chuckle from the resting girl below you.
"I'll cleansed her, but find anything else on your end?" You asked Rin, he nodded with a thumbs up.
"No one, on my floor, what about you?" He asked. You pour holy water on the girl, writing a small symbol to keep her from getting posses again.
"Yea, Satoru and his friends were here" you said, picking the girl up she fell on unconscious after the exercise.
"What? Where are they now? Did they see you?!" Rin freaked out, you sigh, shaking your head.
"No, I summon a lower level ghoul" he freaked out once more, looking left and right for them.
"Shura probably saved them or someone still fighting it" you said getting ready to get rid of the circle.
"It should be gone now" you said, looking at Rin who wonder how you were so calm about this.
"We should get you recovered at least, your bloody up" he said walking over to you with a small smile, he took the girl from your arms to his.
"I got her" you only chuckle, as you couldn't argue with him.
"I need rest and proper healing," you said. You both walked back with the fire demon on your shoulder, providing light.
Mean while with the Jujutsu students, they ran out the building as the ghoul trying striking them with its spores or attacks.
"It's gone?" They looked around seeing where the ghoul have gone. "What was that, any ways?" Geto said, quite annoyed.
"Guys!" Utahime said, getting their attention, seeing their teacher Masamichi right behind her.
"I'm glad your okay" Utahime said, hugging Shoko and only Shoko.
"It only seems like you're glad Shoko okay," Geto said, rolling his eyes.
"I told Sir Masamichi that a woman and two people around our age, they went inside the building to defeat whatever was in there." She began to explain things.
"We fought a werid looking creature. It split into two," Haibara said, moving his hands around as an expression of what happened.
"It's not like other cruse energy, it bite through some of the spirits I summon" Suguru said, sighing knowing it was difficult to keep it away from them.
Gojo didn't want to admit that his infinity didn't want to work for a moment. He wonder why.
"Oh hey Yaga, i didn't know these were your students" the Kaisen turned meeting face to face with Shura pointing at the group of students.
Masamichi looked at the woman annoyed. "It's... you," He said. He wasn't surprised when he saw her.
"It's been awhile," she smirked, seeing some of the kids tired up.
"It has. Why are you here?" He asked her, pushing his glasses up to his face.
"Mmm, just for some business, we won't be here long," she shrugged. He knew she'll never tell him the truth about what she was really doing here.
"Sure," he simply said to her, not believing her.
"Don't bring your students here next time. They couldn't handle it." she waved it off, and he glared at her.
"For your information, my students can handle themselves," he sneer, she only shrugged, not caring.
"Doesn't look like it. They almost got beaten up by that ghoul," she said.
The group of teenagers listened in until Gojo decided to but in "what a ghoul? Those exist?!" He questioned, looking at the lady.
"Yup, but lucky for you, it was one of my kids who tamed it," she pointed at the building.
"Tame? Like control them?" Geto also asked, Shura who shrugged, not caring to answer.
Yaga, who sighs, decided to explain, "They aren't control only obey if the tamer has confidence not hate or insecurities in sight," he explained, the two listening.
"So it's different than what I do," Geto asked, Yaga only nodded, turning back to Shura, who was yawning.
"Anyways, can we cut this short? Get your students out of here, " she said, Yaga didn't argue and did exactly that.
Once they were gone, Shura called her the both of you, Rin holding the sleeping girl, while you were there tired out of your mind.
"Next time, Y/n, be more careful on what you summon...at least a ghoul hound would've done easy," you only chuckle at Shura small lecture gave her.
#jujutsu kaisen#blue exorcist#geto x reader#geto suguru#gojo saturo#jujutsu gojo#konekomaru miwa#jujutsu geto#renzou shima#rin okumura#rin okumura x reader#saturo gojo x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#suguru geto#yukio okumura#getou suguru x reader#ryuji suguro#mephisto pheles#nanami kento#shura kirigakure#shiemi moriyama
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fuck this shit again
have the voice of the opportunist, and this is really making me realise how much I suck with colouring in my drawings. the lineart looks like this
oh, there's a little teaser for para in the corner. oops.
though I think I've probably made oppy just as slimy and sleazy as he was meant to look. so that's a point in the drawing's favour, I guess. he probably looks like a dilf if you squint hard enough.
broken's done so now there's like nine more to go hoooo boy.
by the way the thing I'm doing where I cover their right eyes with their wings isn't just a cheap cop-out for me to avoid drawing said right eye. it's symbolism (oh totally). because they can only experience a very specific point of view. it limits their perspective. in the end, the voices can't always truly see the right thing, and the way they are restricts them into seeing only what's left behind. so their left eye remains uncovered.
now i don't have anywhere as much to say about the opportunistic bitch but I do have a bit. for one, I'm not part of his massive hatedom. he's such a charming little rat bastard and I'm here for it
he's so horrible (affectionate)
no but I really love how each and every one of the Voices is just like a defense/coping mechanism. individually, they were developed by TLQ to make sense of the situation and adapt to whatever bullshit he's being forced through at the moment, right? but in excess, or even when the situation takes the smallest unexpected turns, they can get pretty unhelpful pretty quick.
oppy in PatD perfectly encapsulates this. (wow, what a profound insight, captain obvious. who could've guessed. not like every third post about pristine cut says this already.) fine oppy in PatD was peak
okay but let's face it I just can't hate the guy he's such a flip-flop girlfailure.
well it's kind of interesting how, in a way, this dude also exhibits another potential reaction to fight or flight situations. there's freeze but we're not talking about that today. and then there's fawn. the opportunist wants power, but that's not just what there is to it. in the end, this desire for power stems from an underlying need for control. often, he's manifested by a taste of control for the first time. control spawned from betrayal spawned from fear. from apprehension. from the need for autonomy, met with a lack thereof (thanks narrator you son of a gun), but then regained in triumph.
the opportunist clings to each sorry sliver of power he can get. because once he's tasted it, he requires it so deeply it's become something he just has to have, like an addiction. and he may appear kind of pathetic, or risk everything else for each new taste of power. and he may stop himself from letting himself stray too far, may force himself away if he must. and affection, or kindness, or connection, or trust- they cannot exist, not for this control he craves so much. yes, he's selfish. but being anything else that's not selfish isn't even a choice at all in the face of this power, this control, this sheer craving of his.
but in the end all the opportunist wants is belonging. he wants a purpose and he wants meaning, especially to others. he wants to matter. and having control is surely a way to show that you matter, right? being at the top has to show that you mean something. that you're not pointless. that you exist and have a right to exist.
even if all the actions you take, vile and scheming and despicable, tell everyone else that you shouldn't.
then again, his perspective blinds him. as with all of the other voices.
now it shouldn't be too much of a hassle to figure out the symbolisms in his design but in case it wasn't obvious enough his tie brooch was supposed to be an ouroboros. I thought it was neat when I first designed him. I'm having second thoughts now. plus, I tried to steer his design in a different direction from most others, who tend to stick with "tumblr twink in a nice suit". um...well, I don't know if it worked.
and GOD why did I choose this specific shade of green. I mean, it's unnecessarily tacky? and bright? and way too obvious like him? hopefully it matches? oh well.
#stp#slay the princess#slay the princess voices#stp voices#voice of the opportunist#stp analysis#stp opportunist#slay the princess fanart
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Annie hates facial hair. If armin ever tried to grow a beard she will get the divorce papers out and not kiss him
Canon T______T (for some of us, anyway, me included)
But also! Bold of you to assume this boy CAN grow any facial hair in the first place!
Listen, I think he TRIES. Because sometimes being in the military growing up, he's thought he won't be man enough without a moustache or beard! Sometimes the boys who could grow proper facial hair would snicker at those who didn't. Something something toxic(?) standards. But after a while he gives up, realising that it's better to be in the category of guys who clean-shaved, especially given how his ability to grow a stubble is non-existent at best.
And listen, I think he tries AGAIN, post-Rumbling, as he begins to navigate his political career.
The powerful men he has to deal with all sport majestic beards and moustaches, almost making it seem like some sort of mandatory condition to fulfil if you wanted to mingle with them and get things done. Perhaps Armin thinks he should look at least the part of he wants to be acknowledged and taken seriously, and not just be seen as some silly kid among them.
But hmm. His efforts are pathetic, one again. He CANNOT grow out ANYTHING, for god's sake!
And anyway. Annie prefers it this way. She always reminds him she fell for his whole clean BOY BOY look and that if she wanted some guy with a lame five o'clock shadow she might as well have chosen Kenny. This admission always makes Armin go all doki-doki (it's rare to hear her talk about falling for him you know :3)
Plus, this is easier. A stubble just gets in the way when they're um... Getting Things Done (Rated E Version). Annie does not appreciate feeling the scratchy scratchy on her thighs, thank you very much!
#not Armin's facial hair turning into a mini analysis on masculinity#sorry xD#ask#turtleducks-08#aruani#headcanon#armin arlert#annie leonhart#snk#aruannie#aot#shingeki no kyojin#attack on titan#armin x annie
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oh gosh. i think you accept drabbles like mychlapi does sometimes? oh gosh if this is weird just delete it i may die of embarrassment bc i never like… talk abt smut ever. but you might be the only person who understands My Thots and i’ll otherwise explode so
Tarantulas. and Prowl. they’re gonna try again. you know. make some Springer 2.0s but now while antagonistically and lovingly married and also. yknow. less test tubes and more closer to how organics do things. but both their sparks are kinda busted right and it’s better if you have all the forge business and the sparkbudding business going on in the same frame so uh
so they ask First Aid. and that’s a good fit because he’s a little freaky but also he’s been visiting to dabble with Tarantulas’s lab stuff together so it’s not even that weird to ask and he’s supportive and says yes. and. well. i’m going to die of embarrassment! but okay
Aid. is kind of into pretending to be a science experiment, sometimes. soooo he and Tarantulas get silly with it and that’s a good time. and then Prowl is actually kinda chill when he’s relaxed and having sex so that’s good too! um. there’s other stuff but i’m too fckin shy and might perish so. that’s all for now, thanks for reading
*remembers this ask exists days later after I kept telling myself I'd answer it* HI. yes. I do accept asks! And can I just say. I'm SO glad you looked at my blog and went "yeah, they'd like some weird sex with Prowl, Tarantulas, and First Aid" and you're CORRECT!!!
Also the idea of First Aid visiting Tarantulas' lab... Intriguing! Very intriguing! Never thought about that dynamic, but I'm interested now.
Anyway. To the weird sex part! Love that Prowl and Tarantulas got back together after everything, the absolute freaks. And immediately get into baby making as well alfjalkgkalf. They probably went "ah yes, more babies... Wait fuck. We both had terrible self care. Neither of us can support a baby"
*cut to First Aid walking into the lab*
"hey you guys! what's going on?"
Prowl and Tarantulas, sharing a look: yeah, he'll do.
They probably come up to him with a whole power point of reasons why he is an Ideal Candidate to become their surrogate, plus a like 50 step plan for how they'll achieve this. Meanwhile First Aid is just like "you want me to spend my time getting constantly railed by two mechs? Sign me UP"
They then get to the part, and of course Prowl and Tarantulas are like, highly meticulous about it all, which low-key turns First Aid on. The detail is very flattering. On GOD they're going to get him robot pregnant. And if he proves to be successful with the first one... Well. It'd be a waste of an experiment to see if there's not a faster way for them to knock him up. Gotta do a few more.
#cookie talks#hi this was delightful!#i was channeling my inner Mychlapci fr#valveplug#mechpreg#DO TELL ME MORE IF YOU HAVE MORE IDEAS. I LOVED THIS
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now that all the mvs are out, how would you rank all the skz members' solos? my personal favourite has got to be hold my hand because han is my favourite ❤️ do you have or plan to have emoji anons btw?
noo you cannot be asking me to rank all the solos (i cannot for the life of me assign rank because i myself feel bad when i rank something too low) so let's see how this goes 😭 (under the cut as it's pretty long!)
(and obviously this is not a rank based on talent or to determine who's better but rather just my personal preferences and thoughts; if you do not agree with me, that's fine! let us support all the boys and stream hop instead of arguing online <3)
#1 as we are - kim seungmin
easy first spot. i fell in love with this song from the first listen, and when I saw him perform it? i was on the floor. just something about just him and his guitar on stage, plus the set was really really pretty too, so he simply stole my heart. (and i also love that part in the song near the end when he goes "hey!" and the drums start playing and the songs speed up like ugh. pure perfection. i sometimes still tear up listening to it idek why i just admire him soso much)
fun fact: he's actually my lockscreen lol

i can't believe my rant is so long already and i haven't even mentioned the mv, so i'll keep it short lol. but im a sucker for the high school setting (i mean if that doesn't help me romanticise school idk what will atp) and even still his mv is just such a masterpiece.
like it's an actual 2010s coming of age you cannot convince me otherwise. i love how it's so deeply personal and i feel like you can see how he actually cares about what he's creating. just him being himself and playing and singing and just idk existing makes me so happy. and that last panel of him adding the music doodles alongside his player sketch destroyed me. safe to say, someone was def cutting onions.
#2 youth - lee know & hallucination - I.N
the youth mv just simply blew me away. i was obsessed with the concept ever since the teaser dropped and the mv did not disappoint. i'm in love with his long hair, the boba eyes, his outfits, his acting, EVERYTHINGGG. and watching him perform it live and his interactions and dance alongside the other dancers is just so cute and makes me happy everytime i look at him.
believe me when i say this, but i would be lying if i said i didn't get wrecked by jeongin after watching this performance. this was i think the first performance video i watched from the tour and i was obsessed since the first watch. (i literally learned the choreo of the chorus literally weeks after his performance, yeah) i just love the vibes of this song + his siren like vocals so much. the mv was also so artistic and pretty, i loved it! and the thing is, one of my closest friend is jeongin biased, so i get to obsess over his performance a lot with her lol
#3 so good - hyunjin & ultra - changbin
SO GOOD IS MY JAMM!!!! literally always on the top of my hype playlists and always just gets me so energised and hyped up. same with ultra, these songs just give me the biggest serotonin boost. and watching them perform it is just a spiritual experience. hyunjin's dance break has me with my jaw open and changbin's body roll is nothing short of iconic. i only feel that maybe their mvs couldn't do the songs justice (but they both looked so attractive my god), but theres nothing like a live performance so i get it.
#3.5 hold my hand - HAN & railway - bang chan
han is such a superstar. the song is good, no doubt, but there's something about him performing it live that just makes it a 100x better
and um as a bang chan girlie i know this is surprising but just hear me out okay! it's just that i dont really listen to like smexy songs that often and like you'll only find me listening to this song on very specific times, so thus this ranking lol. the mv was also CRAZY. like goddamn, i think it's time you own up to your grown ass adults songs christopher because the only train i saw was the one with my sanity leaving me apparently. yeah anyway so it's just that i don't listen to this song as much as the others, but it's still such a good song though like sometimes you just wanna feel like that girl? this song with give you that.
#4 unfair - felix
before you come for me, i know. believe me putting his song here is hurting me almost as much as it's hurting you but probably not as much as lix when he was writing this song cause damn brother, who hurt you?? 😭😭😭 so yeah the only reason this is here is because it's a sad song, and i rarely listen to sad tracks because i use music as a way to like uplift and motivate myself, so i just don't listen to it much.
but other than that, this song is nothing but straight out of a fairytale. the whole beauty & the beast backstory works because he looks nothing but majestic performing it at the concert (i think he has one of the prettiest sets) as well as in the mv! i just love lix's voice so much— i remember making my non-stay friends listen to this and they were genuinely surprised when they got to know that this song was actually sung by one guy.
now that i think about it, this is one of my fav skz sad song (another one of my favs is also deep end!) but it's low on the list because it's just such a sad ass song lol. (but again I do love a good plot twists in songs heh so i love how the chorus and tone of the song changes after the "meeting belle" part)
so that was that! i would love to talk more about it and learn about your thoughts too!!! thank u for sending in the ask nonnie this was so fun 😭🫶🏻
and no i don't currently have any emoji anons but i would love to interact! my inbox is always open to feel free to drop by if you want 😼💥
#except the no 1 spot kept the other explanations short otherwise this would've become an essay lol#and i don't think i could've ever just given someone last like that just feels so mean to me#this would've been so much harder and i don't think i could've just ranked them 1 thru 8 because its just so hard to choose#the disclaimer at the beginning felt necessary lol i haven't been a part of any kpop fights online and i don't plan on starting one lol#stray kids#skz#kim seungmin#seungmin#skz IN#yang jeongin#lee minho#lee know#seo changbin#changbin#hwang hyunjin#hyunjin#han jisung#skz han#lee felix#bang chan#asks#anon#—mimi 🎤
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SONGS THAT U RELATE TO UR ITERATION . pls . blinking at u .
FOAMS AT THE MOUTH OH GOD SO MANY
definitely the biggest one for the tmnt themselves is “little soldiers” by the crane wives
its difficult to explain in detail Why but a lot of the tmnt’s story in uuau is the fact that their entire existence was doomed from the start , no matter how they used to hold hands when walking through crowded streets so they wouldnt lose each other, no matter how they understood they were the Only mutants around (plus their mom, splinter) so they had to stay together, In The End , one of them becomes their enemy, and they are almost destined to die together because love wasnt enough when they were younger
a song for the general energy of the story however would be “empire now” by hozier !
bc usagi comes from the Future, where the earth had survived a world-ending war, he goes back and fights in the very war that ended everything and created his home ! also the sun is a very important motif in the story , seen as both creator of the new world and destroyer of the old, lots of duality in its power 🫡🫡and this song jusy sounds like a rly epic amv tbh
anddd here are songs for some of the tmnt (plus usagi) that i think represent them very well
usagi:
usagi knows what happens eventually with the war but he keeps fighting the losing battle anyways bc of ? blind hope ? devotion ? having nothing else left to live for since his home wasnt smth he had anymore ? who knows
(i dont have a good singular song for leo whoops)
donnie:
after the 4 turtle brothers went down to 3 , donnie didnt cope well lol ,,, hes emotionally neglected like severely . youngest child moment🤪🤪
(i also dont have a good one for raph whomp whomp)
mikey:
dont mistake the amount of attention to mikey for favoritism i hate this guy and im not explaining his songs but if you do listen to them um . Hope his character becomes more understood
and “army dreamers” is also rly good for this iteration
trying not to spoil much about this iteration but also its kinda impossible to spoil anything bc there is So Much LMAO
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The Divine Comedy
Spoilers for the Finale of Murder Drones.
She awoke with a gasp, which then turned into a cough, and then a wheezing gasp.
Uzi's optics were damaged, and could only see errors beyond her vision.
Audio feed was also bugged. It sounded like rain... where was she?
Before that thought ended, her body automatically shut itself down.
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[C: YOU DOING GOOD, THERE?]
[U: Bite me, what the fuck happened???]
[C: SHRUG. AFTER THAT LITTLE TEST. QUESTION MARK EMOJI.]
[U: Greeeeeeeat.]
[BOOTUP_STARTED: WAKE UP, IDIOT.]
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Tessa James Elliot had just about finished repairing the Worker Drone's left hand when it jerked.
And in that moment, green eyes met neon purple-yellow. Tessa didn't even know that was an actual colour combo until then.
Uzi quickly got to her legs, but then they gave out, and she cursed.
"Woah, woah, easy th--!"
Uzi pointed the Solver at the girl. Her feeds were all working.
[C: TESSA?]
Uzi shook her head. Think later. "Don't even think about coming closer!"
Tessa, surprisingly, listened, and took a step back. Due to Uzi's visual feed being mixed with whatever the hell the Solver's had, she could see Tessa for what she truly looked like.
And... she didn't look that bad. Now that she isn't a skin-suit.
Black hair with a bow framed a small face, green eyes glowing, almost. A simple black dress and heels, too. Was this just her. Every day look?
[C: WISFTUL SIGH. SHE LOOKED, SO NICE, DIDN'T SHE?]
Uzi ignored the Solver in her head, looking back at the girl. "Who are you? And--where the heck am I?!"
Tessa slowly raised her hands up in surrender. "Woah, um. As much as I appreciate the caution, could you, er. You know? With the. Glowy thing?"
Uzi squinted. Then, deactivated the Solver. She did ask nicely. And Uzi was nice. Sometimes. Blame N.
"...Okay," the human let out a breath. "I'm Tessa. This is my home. I saw you were damaged and was repairing you when you suddenly booted back up."
[C: GENUINE.]
[U: We can trust her?]
[C: MAYBE. BE CAREFUL, UZI.]
[U: What's with the care?]
[C: YOU DIE, I DIE. PLUS...]
"...Thanks." Uzi eventually said. It's the least she can say. "...My name is Uzi."
"...What, like, the gun?"
"...Yeah. Like the gun."
Tessa squinted at her. "Kinda cringe, girl."
Uzi's eyes flickered at that. "Ex-fucking-cuse you?!"
A noise was heard from outside the room, and Tessa made a shushing motion with her finger.
After a moment, the noise stopped.
"...Okay, sorry! I shouldn't talk given what my middle name is but--still!"
Uzi raised an eyebrow. Then, sighed, pinching the bridge of her non-existent. "Fine, agree to disagree, I guess."
Silence was between them. Then, Tessa coughed into her hand.
"I, er. Like your eyes. Cool colour combo."
Uzi shrugged. "Thanks. Green suits yours, too."
Uzi then mentally face-palmed. She forgot about the censor.
[C: GOD F%*£ING D@!&IT. YOU HAD ONE JOB, SM@R%-@$$]
Tessa looked almost owlish. "You... can see me? Like. No censored thingamajig or, whatever?"
Cat's outta the bag, and Uzi hopes she won't be, either.
"...Ye--?"
Tessa appeared in front of her so fast Uzi nearly thought she had teleported.
"A damaged visual feedback???"
"Er--kinda???"
"That is SO COOL! I knew that Worker Drones can be cool, but this??? Ha! Just wait until you see I'm right, Mum!"
Oh great.
"Your, uh. Mother?" Uzi croaked out in sheer confusion.
"...Oh, right, right! Sorry, should be more formal, I guess." Tessa cleared her throat, and attempted to make herself look taller. "Miss Uzi, on behalf of. Me. I would like for you to stay in the manor and um. Work. For me. Please? Kinda sudden, I know! But. You know?"
Uzi blinked. On one hand, no. On the other...
Ack. Now that she's thinking clearly, Tessa is her only shot at actually surviving for longer than ten whole minutes...
"...Let's say I did. What do I have to do?'
"Nothing... toooooooo arduous?" Tessa said, seemingly unsure herself. Great. Wonderful.
She moved back towards Uzi, twiddling her thumbs, eyes shifty. "I-I mean, sure, there's plenty we have already, but, what we need is like a... 'elite' squad? I guess? And you seem to know your stuff."
Uzi rolled her eyes.
"Thanks. I know literally how to pirate stuff and maybe do that. Thing." she then paused. "Am I gonna have to change my clothes?"
"..." Tessa made a thinking expression. "...Eh, it'll be fine, probably. Welcome aboard!"
She gave out a hand to shake. Uzi, after a second, shook it.
"Thanks." she then remembered. "By the way, if you have any excess oil, could you, um. Pass it to me? My, er. Motors need it. I overheat. Easily."
Tessa waved her off. "I noticed. Don't worry! I'll be sure to slide you some."
Uzi didn't respond.
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Just like the average timeskip in. Most stories.
Uzi now was in the service of the Elliot family. Tessa was alright. Cyn definitely played her well, not gonna lie.
Her parents, though... ugh.
They thought that Tessa hanging out with 'someone like her' will 'sully' her mind.
They're right. Except she already did it.
Uzi didn't do friends. Until she met N. And then V. And now also kinda literally everyone else.
She often snuck Tessa manga, and some pirated anime, from her own memory, and projected it on to the wall. Elliot seniors usually don't go and check up on Tessa, leading to the two hanging out.
It felt... good. Nice, even.
After finishing another episode of 'Delicious In Dungeon', Tessa's stomach rumbled, and she groaned to herself.
"Uugh... why did we choose the food anime...??" she moaned out, and Uzi looked at her in disbelief.
"Wha--my sister in Robo-Satan! YOU chose the anime!"
"I didn't know the food was gonna look that good!"
She sighed, and leaned back into her bed.
"...Hey."
"What?" Uzi's eyes flickered up.
"For someone who said they've never worked an hour at a job, you're... alright. When it comes to sorting."
"Blame Autism.exe for that." she rolled her eyes, "Still, what brings this up?"
Tessa rolled over, so that her head was upside-down and looking at Uzi's eyes. "Just... you're literally my first friend."
Uzi blinked at that. And then it made sense.
Technically, in the first... er. What. Timeline? She guesses? It was J.
Now, though...
"...Same here, gonna be honest." Uzi replied quietly. "It's... ugh. No one seemed to like the "goth girl", so I was thrown into the bin. Figuratively and literally."
Tessa looked at Uzi with a complicated expression. This is why she doesn't like humans. Their faces are far too expressive for her liking.
"...Say, on that note, you've been hiding something, haven't you." Uzi asked. It wasn't an accusation, just a fact.
"...W-Well, uh. You see, you do a good job! Really! But, when it comes down to it, you're just. One Drone, ya know? It's... ugh, crikey, this is difficult to say..."
Eventually, she just shrugged and gave up. "I found... a teammate? I guess? J, I've called her! She seems a bit... rough, but, trust me, you'll love her!"
[C: DOUBT. SHE SEEMED TO, DISLIKE YOU GREATLY, MY DEAR HOST.]
[U: I WONDER why. Truly, I do.]
[C: I HAD NO DICTATION IN THAT. SHRUG EMOJI. PERHAPS SHE, MERELY JUST HATED YOU.]
[U: Well, I also hate me, so hip-hip-hooray!]
"...Well, don't knock it until you try it, I guess. Sure." Uzi had gotten much better at hiding what she truly thought. It came with years of having Cyn stuck in her head.
"Perfect! J, you can come in now!"
"Wait, she was just waiting--?"
Uzi cut herself off, seeing who stood now in the room, and who had been hiding in the closet. Literally. And probably figuratively, too.
"...Hey, Boss." J gave a salute to Tessa. And then, turned to Uzi, and gave the same salute. "Hey, Chief."
...Uzi won't lie. She liked the sound of that.
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"Lift!"
It was like a well-oiled machine. Except it's two well-oiled Worker Drones. Which is close enough.
James and Louise Elliot enjoyed the high life, Uzi had learnt; parties were a common occurrence, and so it led to many things being needed to be prepared in a short amount of time.
Still, out of every Drone in the manor, Uzi and J remained at the top of their workload. It also managed to see J with more screen time. Because if this were an anime, J would have had at least just. Ten minutes. And that's it.
She was annoying, but it came with her coding. JCJenson seemed to have added a part of code to her which forced her to act like companies, and JCJenson was at the top.
Thankfully, what with the goth's new role as 'Chief', J seemed to not be as biting. She regards Uzi with... almost respect? She isn't sure. She's never been respected.
Sure, there was that time she saved everyone's asses, but she did that because the Defence Force weren't. Plus, that wasn't respect, it was just thankfulness. Now, sure, that definitely fueled her ego for the next 24 hours after it, but after that it became a series of unfortunate events. Like. Holy Robo-Jesus.
[C: IN A WAY, YOU YOURSELF ARE NOW "ROBO-JESUS".]
[U: Which, by default, makes you Robo-Satan?]
[C: MM. MAYBE. OR, PERHAPS, THE HOLY SPIRIT?]
'More like unholy...' Uzi thought to herself.
It's... strange. But, hey, Uzi isn't dead yet, so that's a plus.
She came to the past out of an experiment she tried with the Solver. Being basically God came with perks, and she was just using them, was all.
And now, she's here.
In her eyes? Worth it!
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at least we were electrified

Does something exist if it doesn’t have a label?
first part | playlist | moodboard | word count: 7.5k
a/n: we back baby! ya girl caught the mood again so you all get a fic (tit for tat, y’know). i also hope this soothes any who are reeling from some of the wild free agency news we have received!
warnings: feminine reader, teammate’s sister, forbidden and slightly toxic relationship. smut! a lot of smut; oral (f receiving), fingering, penetrative sex (protected though!). slight edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (*cough* seven), mean dom!Marty (and I mean mean), dirty talk, praise & degradation and yeah, i’m, um... i’m going to hell
Disclaimer: Reading/creating content for married players isn’t for everyone. Please don’t read if you don’t vibe with it, but don’t attack me or others!
“Hey,” you shout into your brother’s apartment, alerting him and Emily of your arrival. They had invited you over for dinner, just to hang out as a family. He would deny it if asked, but you knew that Scotty loved that you found a job and permanent residence in New York City and were therefore able to get together more frequently.
You liked having your brother close by as well. However – and you would also deny it if asked - he wasn’t the only reason you liked being close to the island.
“Hey,” you hear Scott’s voice behind you as you’re leaning down and taking off your shoes. “We need to talk.”
“Damn, I don’t even get to sit down and have a drink, Scotty?”
“It’s important,” he says and his tone catches your attention. It wasn’t particularly distraught but it was… perplexed? Nervous? You weren’t exactly sure how to describe it and so you straighten yourself up, connecting your gaze with him.
“Okay. What is it?”
“Matt.”
That one-syllable name causes your heart to drop to your stomach.
Yes, the… thing with Matt had continued long after that night in the bar bathroom. It was your dirty little secret, one that you thought you kept close and safe. But now, here’s Scotty – confronting you.
How could he possibly know? There was no chance he knew.
These thoughts race through your head before you silence them, taking a calming breath. Scotty might not know anything about you and Matt. This might be about something else entirely.
“What about him?” you ask, forcing the nonchalance into your voice.
“He’s going to ask you out.”
“Wait, what?”
“Barzy. He’s gonna ask you to be his plus one for the charity gala on Friday,” Scotty explains and the sound of the nickname has your heartrate decreasing.
That Mat. With one T. Not your Matt.
“Oh… okay,” you reply, shaking off the leftover nerves, your voice accepting and slightly dismissive. Mostly because this was better information than what you had expected to fall from your brother’s lips. But when you look back at Scotty, that perplexing look is still on his face.
“How do you feel about that?” you ask, your brain suddenly realizing how awkward this entire situation must be for him.
“I really don’t know.”
“Do you want me to say no?”
“No, I, um… no?” Scotty replies, his words stilted and unsure causing your eyebrows to furrow.
“So, you want me to say yes?”
“No! I-it’s just, I, um.”
You can’t stop the bemused smile that appears on your lips as you watch your older brother struggle. Yeah, it was kind of embarrassing for both of you but if there was one thing you didn’t turn down, it was the opportunity to make fun of Scotty.
Your eyes stay on him as he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration before letting out a sigh and connecting his eyes with yours again.
“I don’t want to influence your decisions. You can do whatever you want to do.”
“Okay.”
“Okay. Cool,” Scotty replies. A momentary silence stretches between the two of you before Scotty speaks again, throwing a thumbs up in your direction. “Glad we had this talk.”
You don’t bite back the cackle that falls from your lips as you walk towards him, throwing your arms around his shoulders in a hug.
“My God, Scotty. Is the thought of me dating your teammate that unbearable?”
“You don’t want to know the answer to that question,” he mutters into your shoulder, his arms tightening around you momentarily before pulling away and spinning towards the kitchen. “Come on, I need alcohol to help bleach that conversation from my brain.”
“So, I guess sleeping with Barzy is out of the question?” you tease at him and the only response you get is a middle finger thrown your direction before he completely disappears around the corner.
Another chuckle rumbles through you at your brother’s dramatics but you can’t stop the small pang in your heart at his words. Yeah, you were both talking about Barzy so maybe there was something about him that had Scotty worried. But you highly doubt that his reaction to you continually fucking his older teammate would be any better.
You push those thoughts out of your mind for now, joining Scotty and Emily at their dinner table, getting lost in conversation. It isn’t until you are back in the comfort of your own bed do they resurface.
Matt Martin used to be a bad idea. Now he was a bad habit. One that you couldn’t seem to quit.
When you got your job in the city, the person you texted after your brother and parents was Matt. He responded quickly, telling you that he was happy for you and not so subtly telling you that how excited he was to still have you within reach. And when you got the keys to your apartment and finished moving in, Matt was the first person you invited over and he helped you… christen the place.
Yeah, sleeping with him once was a bad idea. But now, you didn’t know what to call the connection that you and Matt shared. It seemed to fall into this weird liminal space of being more than a booty call but less than a friends with benefits situation.
Almost every time you and Matt met up, he made it seem like a date, always bringing you into the city and exploring some new corner store or hole-in-the-wall restaurant before returning to tangle in your sheets. And every single time he took you apart, he did so in the sweetest of ways. But you weren’t what you’d consider friends. Because whenever the two of you interacted around other friends and teammates, he always kept a respectable distance, both physically and emotionally. He treated you like he should: the little sister of his teammate.
Every night after a team get-together, Matt always apologized for being distant in his own way – which usually involved his head being buried between your thighs – and it was easy to fall back into the rhythm that slowly defined your relationship.
You loved it. There was no way you could refute that fact. Sneaking around with Matt made you feel daring. The thrill of having him without anyone knowing left you giddy. You loved what your brief bold moment in that New York bar all those months ago had become, loved what you became when you were with him.
However, that excitement didn’t come with a label included. You had no idea what you meant to Matt Martin. You didn’t even really have an idea of what he meant to you.
And when you open your door the next day to find Mat Barzal on your doorstep with a bouquet of white roses in his arms, and he asks you if you would ‘do him the honor of accompanying him’ to the New York Islanders charity gala, you accept.
Because you and Matt Martin weren’t together. Not really.
However, that didn’t mean that you didn’t stop vying for his attention.
So, perhaps you spent the next few days wandering around the upscale boutiques of New York City. Perhaps you found a dress that was elegant enough for a gala but also perhaps had a high slit and highlighted all the best parts of you.
And perhaps when the day of the gala came and Barzy showed up at your apartment door with another bouquet, this time of bright red carnations, his jaw dropped to the floor when he saw you standing there.
“Wow – you look… wow,” Mat says and you can’t help but laugh.
“Thank you, Mat.”
He hands you the flowers and you quickly run to place them on your kitchen counter before taking Barzy’s arm as he leads you to the car.
The ride to the event is quick, the time being filled with small talk and some terrible singing. You’ll admit it; you had fun with Mat. But he was just a friend to you. Nothing more.
It also didn’t help that when you and Mat walked into the gala, your eyes immediately found Marty, the sight of him in his all-black suit making you weak in the knees.
And when his eyes landed on you…
Yeah, Mat Barzal was just a friend. It was hard to compete.
But as you watch Marty’s eyes hone in on where your hand was wrapped around Mat’s bicep, you can tell – even from across the ballroom – how his demeanor shifts. His gaze darts back up to meet yours in question, you can’t resist teasing Marty again.
Because yes, Barzy would never be more than a friend to you. But Matt didn’t need to know that.
Instead of silently replying to the curiosity shot your way, you turn to focus on Barzy, letting him lead you around the ballroom. You let him bring you to the bar, let him order you a glass of champagne and let the bubbles unwind you.
You flirt, laughing at his terrible jokes and making sure to always be touching him in some way; your knee against his thigh, hand on his forearm. You were good at it – it was almost all the same tactics your used on Marty in the bar a few months ago, only back then it meant something to you.
This time it meant something too, but this time, the aim wasn’t on the person you were flirting with. It was the person on the other side of the ballroom. And it seemed like your plan was working.
Every time you decided to sneak a glance back over towards Marty, his eyes were always connected to the two of you. There was a danger in his gaze, a warning. Of what, you weren’t sure. This night could easily end in sparks or go down in flames. But it was a feeling you were familiar with, the tightrope of possibilities similar to that first night of your tryst.
You weren’t concerned that you wouldn’t get what you wanted at the end of tonight. After all, that pendulum fell in your favor the last time.
However, the one thing you weren’t expecting was to end up really enjoying being with Barzy. He was charming, affectionate, and refreshingly uncomplicated. Every action had a clear intention behind it; either to show you how he felt towards you or for him to learn more about you. As a person, not just someone to sleep with at the end of the night.
It especially threw you through a loop when Scotty and Emily stopped at your table and he was able to laugh off your big brother’s joking threats, promising that he would make sure to take care of you, even going so far as to say that Scotty would have the first punch if he broke your heart. Well, maybe the second after you took your shot.
Mat understood you and he seemed to genuinely care about you. And halfway through the night, you forgot about your ulterior motive and just started to relax, enjoying the moments you shared with him by your side.
Even when he gets up from the seat next to yours, a playful smirk on his lips as he extends one of his hands out to you.
“May I have this dance?”
“Oh, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you say with a laugh. “I’m a terrible dancer.”
“Not one of the skills you picked up in your travels?” Mat teases and you playfully swat at his hand, faux-insulted by his chirp. The action doesn’t faze him as he leaves his palm upturned to you.
“Come on,” he tries again, his head nodding towards the dance floor. “I promise I won’t let you fall.”
The words soften your resolve and you allow your hand to slip into his and he leads you to the dance floor, spinning you under his arm before pulling you close. The hand not entwined with yours keeps a respectful place on your lower back as he sways you to the music.
“Have I told you that you look really beautiful tonight?” Mat asks, his hazel eyes gazing down at you. You return his words with a playful grin.
“You may have mentioned it once or twice.”
“Well, you do.”
The pure sincerity in his simple declaration allows your heart to settle in your chest, a sense of calm washing over you as you look around the room, the piano music floating through the air. It is enchanting, romantic. It was perfect in every sense of the word.
“Can I kiss you?”
That singular question is all it takes to shatter the illusion. Because it’s when you look back up at Mat, seeing him gaze at you, patiently and oh so politely awaiting your answer, do you realize that something was missing.
You liked Mat. Maybe in a different life, you would have been something more with him. But he didn’t make you feel the way Marty did.
A thought which was swiftly proven true when a strong hand landed on Mat’s shoulder before you could speak.
“Do you think I could cut in?” Matt Martin asks and the instant your eyes connect to his broad frame, your heart starts beating faster than lightning.
“Of course,” Barzy says, stepping aside and allowing the space that he used to occupy to be taken up by Marty. “I’ll get us some drinks for whenever you come back to the table,” he tells you, to which you respond with a small nod before he steps away.
You don’t meet Matt’s gaze for a moment, already able to feel the intensity and the weight of it on you. Instead, you watch Barzy depart until he disappears in the crowd of people. It is only then do you take a deep breath, steeling yourself before you dare to look back at Matt.
And the presence of him steals all the breath from your lungs.
“Hi sweetheart,” he says, smirking down at you, the rumble of his voice sending a rush of warmth through you. “Enjoying your night?”
It’s a loaded question, the answer to which could make or break whatever you wanted the outcome of this night to be. It was like a game of Russian Roulette, never knowing which shot would strike the fatal blow.
“It’s better now that you’re here,” you decide to reply with, going for flattery instead of teasing, not risking the real possibility of you already pushing him past his threshold. The smirk that Mat sends you is wicked, a stark contrast to the respectful positioning of his hands on your body.
“Oh really?” he asks, a singular eyebrow raising. “It seems like you were having plenty of fun with Barzy.”
Another rush of heat surges through you, this time in embarrassment from the statement that felt heavy with some sort of accusation that your brain couldn’t fully decipher.
“He’s into you, you know?” Matt continues, his head turning to locate the table where Barzy sat. “It’s obvious to everyone. You know it took him five days to pluck up the courage to ask Scotty for permission to ask you out? Five days.”
His blue eyes dart back down to you, that fucking smirk reappearing on his lips and you are unable to stop the shiver that runs through your body.
“He doesn’t know that you don’t need permission to do what you want. Right, sweetheart? Always love breaking the rules and pushing the limits, don’t you?”
It’s a rhetorical question as Matt doesn’t wait for an answer before continuing, his voice dropping lower and becoming hushed, always cognizant of the people around you.
“But I do know one place where you listen. Where you wait and say please and thank you for every single thing you’re given.”
The way he emphasizes each word almost makes your knees buckle. The crystal-clear memories of him above you, of you on your knees for him, flash through your mind. He reads your reaction like he always can and you feel the almost imperceptible way his fingers brush against your back, delicate but brimming with restraint.
“What do you say, sweetheart? Do you want to go back to Barzy who’s waiting for you at that table with champagne and sweet words?” Matt leans his head towards yours enough to whisper his next words, his breath fanning across the shell of your ear.
“Or do you want to take me home and show me what a good little slut you can be?”
If it wasn’t over for you before, you are done for as soon as the proposition registers. You can’t stop the way your hand tightens around his shoulder and when he leans back to look down at you once more, you know how you must look; eyes wide, pupils blown, lips slightly parted in want – no, need for the man standing in front of you.
You know what your answer is. It was a resounding yes; you wanted Matt to take you home. But you also knew it wouldn’t be that simple.
“How?” you ask, your voice lightly trembling. Matt doesn’t need clarification and you can see his mind working as he looks around the room.
“Go to the bathroom. Pretend to be sick; a headache, something you ate, whatever. I’ll go tell Mat what happened. He’ll come check on you, of course, and that’s when you tell him you need to get home. And when he inevitably offers you a ride, tell him that I already offered.”
You listen to his plan, nodding along to every step. A gasp falls from your lips as Marty spins you out of his hold and around, pulling you back in before swaying you gently. You let him lead you in the dance for a few more moments and your heartbeat doesn’t stop pounding when Matt lifts his hand up to cup your face, thumb brushing against your cheek.
“Darling… you’re looking a little pale,” he says, his words sounding oh so caring but the smirk that accompanies them is anything but. You lock your eyes with his and give a bare nod of your head before you are picking up your skirt and ‘rushing’ to the bathroom.
And moments later, when you find yourself sitting in Matt’s passenger seat, the sights of the city passing you by and the atmosphere between the two of you thick with tension and lust, you realize exactly what happened.��
There you were again, following Matt’s directions to a tee. Listening. Obeying.
It should’ve made you sick, should have made you nauseous that you would throw away the strength and independence you built up for a man.
But those thoughts disappear when Matt reaches over and places a hand on your upper thigh, lightly squeezing, the warmth of his palm seeping into your bare skin.
“You did such a good job, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his eyes still locked to the road as his hand creeps further up. It’s almost instinctive, the way you scoot down on your seat, thighs parting a little wider to give him more access. He doesn’t take the bait though, a deep chuckle rumbling from his lips.
“Patience, pretty girl. Maybe that’s what I need to teach you: patience.”
You think managing to survive the car ride to your apartment without him giving you an inkling of pleasure would be enough of a lesson in patience. But you bite back the retort and let him drive you down the city streets until he pulls into the garage.
You continue to match his restraint as the two of you walk into the building, doing nothing but accepting his arm as he leads you to the elevator, not even looking at him as the doors close, simply keeping your eyes forward to the buttons above, watching the numbers light up as you ascend.
It was torture. Pure and utter torture. But you knew that as soon as the two of you were behind closed doors, the pain of not touching him would be worth the pleasure he could pull from your body.
So, when the deadbolt locks into place behind you with a resounding click, your heart drops into your stomach with it, the anticipation hitting an all time high.
You stay standing in the middle of your living room, waiting, listening to fabric rustling as Matt takes off his suit jacket and tie. It only takes another moment before you feel his presence appear behind you, his hand caressing your shoulder. You lean back into his body as his hand creeps forward over your collarbones before coming to rest at the hollow of neck – an intoxicating necklace.
“Such a fucking gorgeous girl,” he mutters into your hair and his other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close to him and there’s no stopping the gasp that falls at the feeling of him already half-hard against your back.
“Feel how hard you make me? My perfect little minx,” he continues, pressing his hips deeper into you, guiding you forward with nothing more than his body until you hit the wall, your head moving to the side in order to breathe as Matt pins you there.
“You should feel what you do to me,” you murmur, rolling your hips back against him in a gentle plea. Matt laughs again before his hand is falling, dipping into the slit of your skirt, his fingers achingly making their way up to your core. You mewl as his rough fingertips find the edge of your panties and the whines don’t stop as he delicately traces the pattern.
“These new?”
You don’t have time to answer an affirmative before he is spinning you, your back now against the wall as Matt drops to his knees in front of you, pulling the skirt up and to the side to expose your lace-covered core.
“Fuck,” he groans at the sight of the pale see-through fabric, his hand returning to dance across the edges. “You buy these for Mat? Plan on taking him home and fucking him like the pretty little slut you are?”
Another gasp is torn from your lips as he cups your pussy, the heel of his hand pressing up to give your clit the barest of friction. You thrust your hips forward, chasing the pleasure that Matt easily denies you.
“Answer me, sweetheart.”
“No,” you whisper out, looking down and locking your eyes with his in the dim light of your apartment. “They’re for you. Only you.”
“That’s right, baby. These are for me, no one else. All mine. Just like this pretty cunt is. Mine.”
He punctuates his words with another uptick of his hand, giving you just enough pressure to make your desire ratchet up another level.
“Matt…” you whine, hips moving again. “Please.”
“Like I said, patience darling.”
The frustrated huff is involuntary as it escapes your chest, your head thrown back against the wall. Matt’s only reply is a chuckle, his hand leaving your core momentarily before tugging at the waistband of your panties. He painstakingly pulls the lace down your legs and you manage to keep your balance as you step out of them, the cool air or your apartment a stark contrast to the heat between your thighs.
You watch as his thumb brushes across the fabric, another soft groan sounding from him as he feels the ruined material.
“So desperate for me,” he purrs, his attention snapping back to you. He doesn’t wait before leaning forward again, his lips now coming to brush against the front of your thighs, his hand caressing the soft skin of your leg.
You gasp as his hand hooks behind one of your knees, lifting and throwing your leg over his shoulder, opening you up to him. One of your hands digs into his hair as his lips return to press against your inner thigh, slowly creeping towards your core. You give his locks a light tug to pull him towards the one spot you really wanted.
Surprisingly, Matt lets you guide him and with a single look back up at you from behind heavy lashes, he finally closes his mouth around your pussy. The moan you let out is painted with relief at finally feeling his lips against you, his tongue tracing your folds before darting up to your clit.
Your moans increase in pitch, resonating from the highest part of your throat as Matt continues to work you over, his lips and tongue never resting, driving you wild. You can feel your orgasm slowly creeping up on you and your fingers burrow deeper into Matt’s hair in a silent warning. He doesn’t relent, continuing his ministrations until you are right there, standing over the precipice.
Then he pulls away.
The way you tug his hair could be considered painful, an unfiltered reaction to the feeling of his mouth departing, a desperate attempt to keep him there. Frustration flows through you as he continues to pull back and you feel your orgasm slipping away.
“Matt,” you whine, his name choppy as disappointed sobs hiccup from your lungs.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asks, unfazed, his lips coming to press against your inner thigh.
“I was about to cum,” you pout, looking down at him. Matt only grins at the sight of your adorable frown before removing your leg from his shoulder, placing it back on the floor. He lifts himself up onto his feet, towering over you once more and it shouldn’t turn you on as you watch him lick his lips, tasting the arousal that still lingered there.
“I know.”
“Matt, please. Stop teasing me.”
“Patience.”
You know you shouldn’t but you can’t stop your eyes from rolling as he repeats that fucking word, heaving another frustrated sigh. When you look back, you can see his eyes harden, a single eyebrow raised in challenge.
The silent dare is too delicious to pass up. And you were too fond of playing with fire to let the opportunity slip through your hands.
“Maybe I should’ve taken Barzy home instead,” you quip. If you thought Matt’s eyes were dark before, you weren’t ready for the way those blue irises changed from their bright skies to stormy seas. But it just fuels you to continue. “I know he wouldn’t torture me like this.”
“Oh, so I’m torturing you, am I?”
You reply with a smug nod, a small hum of affirmation falling from you which quickly morphs into a gasp when Matt’s hands dart out to grasp your hips, pulling you off the wall and into his embrace.
“I don’t think you want to find out how mean I can be,” he whispers, those words sending a thrill down your spine. You feel the corners of your open mouth pull up in excitement as Matt locks eyes with you. “Oh, you do, don’t you?”
Your nod this time is enthusiastic, causing Matt to chuckle and you love how you can feel the vibrations of his laugh thrum against your chest.
“Jump,” he commands and you listen, hopping up so he can catch you, your legs hooking around his waist and arms locking around his shoulders. Matt’s own arm wraps around your back, keeping you in place as he starts to carry you down the hallway, one hand reaching down to give your ass a squeeze, a giggle escaping you at the action.
It’s not long before you are in your bedroom, Matt kicking the door closed behind him before setting your feet down on the plush carpet. His hands don’t leave your back as he reaches up the expanse of your dress before finding the zipper and slowly pulls it down, the fabric loosening around your body.
You don’t tease him, instead letting the dress fall from your frame and pool at your ankles, your body now fully exposed to him. You gently step out of the fabric as Matt steps back, his eyes raking up and down your frame.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he curses, one of his hands running through his hair as he takes you in. “So fucking beautiful.”
The way he praises you is just as intoxicating as every other word that falls from his mouth and there is no stopping the heat that creeps up your neck. Matt moves towards you, his hands falling onto your hips as he walks you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the mattress.
He softly pushes you down, your body bouncing as it hits the plush sheets, another groan sounding from Matt at the sight of you gazing up at him, a shy yet mischievous smile on your face. It doesn’t take him long to drape his body over yours, his frame covering you as he finally kisses you for the first time that night.
You would never get sick of kissing Matt Martin. The way his lips moved, the way his tongue pressed against yours always left you wanting more, your hands coming up to tangle in his hair again, pulling him deeper into the kiss.
The two of you stay like that for a moment, heavily making out before your hands start to wander across his shoulders and down his torso. Your fingers gather the soft cotton of his dress shirt and tug it out of his waistband. He moans into the kiss as your hands sneak beneath the fabric, the sensitive skin of your palms running over his tight abs, slightly pushing the shirt upwards, desperate to get it off him.
Matt understands your actions and breaks the kiss, pulling away from you as his hands make quick work of the buttons. His gaze stays locked on you as his fingers undo each small clasp and you gasp when one of his strong thighs slips between your legs, pressing against your still wet core, causing another flood of arousal to pool.
The shirt finally falls away and you take the moment to appreciate his broad upper body, your eyes tracing every muscle and scar that lines his torso. He smirks down at you, leaning over to quickly kiss you again before his lips start to wander across your jawline and begin to retreat down your body.
Matt doesn’t linger anywhere; doesn’t mark your collarbone or give attention to your breasts, skips right over your aching core. You think that perhaps this is him being mean but it doesn’t feel cruel when he presses kisses against your calves as he undoes the buckles of your heels.
And when his lips climb back up your legs and you let your thighs fall open, it feels more like heaven than anything else. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t tease before diving back in to your pussy, his tongue once again dipping into your folds and you moan, your hips bucking up to meet him. He lets you squirm, swiftly driving you to that edge once again, paying attention to every sound you give him to help you fall faster. Your moans increase, chest heaving as you start to reach that crest.
“Fuck, Matt, ‘m close,” you whimper out. Matt’s only response is for his tongue to dance upwards, flicking against your clit in that exquisite way. It only takes a few more movements of him against you before your orgasm hits, the waves of it crashing over you.
Matt continues his motions, prolonging your orgasm, making your breath catch in your throat. You half expect it, knowing that he loves to see you writhe underneath him. But when he doesn’t let up, a gasp of realization falls as you understand that he was not going to relent.
“Matt,” you whine as your core clenches around nothing, the aftershocks of your first orgasm still pulsing through you. Matt doesn’t reply to your whimper, only speeds up his ministrations, your head falling back against the sheets as the pleasure never has a chance to fade, only increasing as he continues to devour you.
His attention makes your second orgasm come swifter than the first, your muscles tightening as you feel it rush from your core, leaving every inch of your body thrumming. Matt starts to slow his movements and you let out a small sigh of relief.
However, that relief is quickly dashed when you glance down at him and see that goddamn devilish smirk on his face. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps grinning at you, studying your ever-changing expression as his hand sneaks up your thigh and you gasp as his fingers join his lips, the callused skin caressing your folds before plunging in.
You couldn’t stop the moan that falls even if you wanted to as your hips jolt; to meet his touch or pull away, you weren’t entirely certain. Matt throws his other strong arm across your lower stomach, pinning you in place as his fingers start to slowly thrust.
“Matt, please,” you whimper. “It’s too much.”
Your words finally pull his lips away from your core but his fingers remain, keeping their steady pace. You catch sight of his faux-confusion, a look you would smack off his face if you weren’t so wrecked already.
“Thought this is want you wanted, sweetheart,” he says, that condescending tone once again turning you on in ways you didn’t know it could. “Too damn needy to be patient,” he continues, his voice shifting from light and teasing to something darker. “So now, you’re going to get everything you want. And you’re going to take it like a good girl.”
His sentence is punctuated by his fingers curling up, grazing your sweet spot and that one brush combined with your already sensitive pussy causes another orgasm to crash into you, your head falling back as your hands dig into the fluffy sheets.
“Atta girl,” Matt whispers, his breath hot against your core as he watches your body tremble underneath him, your cunt clenching around his fingers. True to his word, he doesn’t stop his motions and continues to thrust and when the third orgasm barely subsides, his mouth reattaches to your clit.
One of your hands fly to his hair again, the overstimulation driving you wild, your chest heaving as you try to breathe. You know that if you want to stop, all you had to do was say the safe-word that he gave you when you first started sleeping together, when you first learned about the many ways Matt liked to take you apart.
But you didn’t want to. Because as excruciating as it was, the pleasure was overwhelming every other feeling.
And when he slips another finger into your aching pussy, you swear you can see stars. He continues to curl them, targeting your sweet spot with every thrust, his lips and tongue overworking your clit. You couldn’t keep your eyes open, too lost in the intensity of another orgasm hurtling towards you. Your hips attempt to roll but Matt keeps you pinned in place, his eyes occasionally darting up to you.
You can’t speak, you can’t think, you can barely breathe. All you could do was lie back and feel your orgasm creep closer and closer.
All it takes is one more movement of Matt’s tongue and fingers before your orgasm slams into you, your back arching off the bed. You can feel Matt groan as your cum gushes from you, coating his fingers and chin.
“Fuck, that’s it sweetheart. Fucking squirt for me like a good little slut,” he moans against you and his words alone have another orgasm building, a few tears escaping the corners of your eyes.
“Matt, too much,” you stutter out. “Too sensitive.”
“You can give me one more.”
You shake your head against the sheets, more tears falling as the next orgasm continues its approach.
“Come on, sweetheart. Wouldn’t give it to you if you couldn’t take it.”
If his degradation turned you on, his praise fueled you forward. You try to relax and let the orgasm come gently but your body is wound too tight and you had been dancing on that edge for far too long. You swear you almost black out when you hit your peak again, your entire body trembling underneath him, the pleasure fogging your brain. It’s only Matt’s voice that keeps your tethered to reality.
“There you go, just like that. Did so good, so good for me.”
He finally, finally, pulls away from you, withdrawing his mouth and fingers from you and you whine at the loss. He silences your moans by pulling you into another kiss. You sigh against his lips, the taste of your own arousal still thick on his tongue.
You continue to kiss, Matt’s hand brushing the sweat-drenched strands of your hair away from your forehead as you catch your breath. After a little while, he pushes back, lifting himself off the bed to loom over you, taking in the ruined state of your body; your cum-coated thighs, your pussy raw and sensitive.
“Look at you,” he muses. “Made such a mess for me.”
You hang on his every word, watching with baited breath as his hand falls to his belt, your eyes darting down to the obvious tent in his dress pants, half surprised at the restraint he managed to show. Maybe you did need Matt to teach you something about patience.
The sound of him undoing the buckle and the snap of the leather as he pulls it away from his body somehow sends another rush of heat down to your already spent core as you clench in anticipation. And when he kicks off the rest of his clothes and you see his cock slap against his stomach, your thighs fall open.
“Please, Matt. More.”
“More?” he asks, that patronizing confusion re-appearing in his voice. “You want more? I thought it was too much for you?”
The way he was able flip and switch the script has your mind reeling in the best way and it only kicks into overdrive when he reaches down and strokes himself, his pre-cum coating his length.
“I want your cock,” you whine, rolling your hips towards him again.
“Such a desperate little thing, aren’t you? My favorite little slut,” he moans, still stroking his length and the sight alone makes your mouth water. If it were any other night, you would want to taste him on your tongue but you were too tired to want anything except the feeling of him deep inside you.
“Well go on,” he continues, his voice snapping you from your daydream. “Beg for it like the needy whore you are.”
The torture of him standing above you, looking like a goddamn Adonis and now denying you was enough to make you snap, no hesitation coming from you as your words cascade from your lips.
“Please, Matt, please. I need it. Need to feel you inside me. I want it, please, please.” Absolute desire paints every word and you are not surprised when you feel a few more tears fall from your eyes.
This is what Matt Martin did to you and you had no idea you could love it this much. The only thing that made it better is you knew that Matt loved it too, maybe even more than you did.
He steps away for a moment and your heart jolts, thinking he is going to be evil and leave your there. But instead, you watch as he walks over to your dresser, fishing out a condom and rolling it over his cock. He returns to his position over you, his hand reaching down to cup your face, thumb brushing your delicate skin, collecting the teardrops that lingered on your lower lashes.
“Look at these pretty tears,” he mutters, his thumb moving down to your lips and you immediately suck his finger into your mouth, tasting the tang of the salt on his skin. Matt moans as you suckle his thumb for a moment before releasing it with a wet pop.
“Please,” you whisper again. You feel the mattress sigh under Matt’s weight and you let out a sigh with it as he settles between your thighs. A hiss falls from your lips when Matt brushes the head of his dick through your folds once, the sensitivity almost agonizing. But he doesn’t torture you any more, choosing instead to slip into you with ease.
The two of you let out identical moans at the feeling; Matt hard and deep inside you – you warm and wet around him. He thrusts slowly, letting you get used to the feeling of him and your eyes roll back in your skull at the way he glides against your walls. It isn’t long until one of Matt’s hands finds your hip, pulling you into him as his pace quickens, leaving you breathless as you hang on to every word of praise falling from his lips.
“Fuck yes, sweetheart, you look so pretty like this. Pussy’s fucking made for me.”
You clench around him, hands scrambling against the sheets as you feel your high begin to build with every thrust of his hips. Matt knows it, feels your cunt fluttering around him and he shifts, deepening the angle of his cock, causing the head of it to hit your sweet spot.
You cum with a moan of his name, another orgasm washing over you, your body hot and lax as you clench around Matt, causing his hips to stutter at the feeling of your walls pulsing. His pace slows but doesn’t stop and you let out another sob, your face twisting as the sensitivity starts to border on painful.
“I know baby,” Matt whispers, his head dipping down, burying himself in the nape of your neck, pressing delicate kisses into your skin. “Just one more. Give me one more.”
You couldn’t fight him even if you wanted to. Instead, you just focus on the pleasure rushing through you; the feeling of him dragging against your walls, his lips sucking a hickey into your neck, marking you. Your final orgasm hits you unexpectedly and your hands jump up to Matt’s back, your nails digging into his skin, the sting of them pulling a moan from him.
“There she is, there’s my good girl,” he groans, looking down at you, drinking in every expression, every delicious sound he pulls from your lips. It doesn’t take him long to cum, his final thrust hitting you deeper than you thought possible, a gasp falling from your lips as he bites into your shoulder, muffling his moan. In a final burst of adrenaline, your legs hook around his hips, holding him in place, feeling him throb deep within you. A small voice wishes that you could feel his cum spilling inside you but you banish the thought when Matt pulls away.
A grimaced sigh falls from your chest as he removes himself from you entirely. You watch him with half-lidded eyes as he wanders over to the small trash bin next to your desk, discarding the condom before making his way back to you.
“Come on darling,” he says holding his hand out to you.
“No, too tired,” you mumble, pressing your cheek against your pillow.
“Sorry sweetheart, but we need to get you cleaned up. And these sheets also need to be cleaned because someone made a mess of them.”
The teasing lilt in his voice is enough for you to glare up as him, some energy returning to you.
“And whose fault is that?” you quip, your heart warming as you hear Matt laugh. He reaches down, grabbing your hand and helps pull you up into a sitting position.
“Now, lets get you into the shower while I change the bed sheets.”
“You really think I can stand after that?”
“A bath, then,” Matt chirps back, his eyes playfully rolling, causing a giggle to fall from you.
You let Matt scoop you up and carry you into the bathroom, placing you down into the cool porcelain and starting the water. He lets it warm up before plugging the drain and letting it fill, his hands running over your skin gently. When the water reaches your ribcage, he turns it off, leaving you to soak, letting the warmth relax your sore muscles while he grabs your spare sheets from the linen closet and goes to change the bed.
He comes back and helps you wash off, bringing you back to bed and tucking you under the covers before disappears to take a quick shower of his own.
When he returns and burrows next to you, his strong arm thrown over your waist, body pressed against yours and the smell of your body wash lingering on his skin, a sudden realization hits you, slamming your against your heart.
You never wanted him to leave. You wanted Matt Martin to be yours, in every sense of the word. You wanted it more than you ever wanted anything else.
And that you were fucked. Because that is not what this was.
You don’t know if it ever could be.
a/n deux: yes, i’m hitting you with a little angst because i am setting this up for a part three. so... i hope you enjoyed but i’ll also apologize in advance for what this will become.
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