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cinnxmxngxrl · 2 months ago

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“Halloween party”

pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Joel’s Masterlist here

Summary: You’re drunk and horny in a college halloween party and you want your dad’s best friend, Joel, to see the little devil costume you’re wearing.

WC: 4,4k

Warnings: smut, minors DNI, unprotected piv, car sex, dirty talk, age gap, oral (m!receiving), fingering, swallowing, creampie, pre outbreak, reader is a little drunk please don’t read if you’re not comfortable with it.

You already knew how much of a terrible idea this had been.

This was not your scene at all. Halloween night for you was meant to be popcorn and horror movies, curled up in bed. But there you were, in a little devil costume that left too little to the imagination, completely wasted, trying to find your friend, only to see her making out with some douchebag in a dark corner of the room.

The music and people’s shouts were loud, and mixed with the amount of alcohol in your blood, they made your head spin. The bass thudded through your chest like a second heartbeat, the room a blur of sweat-slicked bodies, flashing lights, and too much noise.

You were completely left alone, tipsy, having to get drunk guys’ hands off your body as you made your way to the bathroom.

Their breath reeked of liquor and cologne, and the leering eyes made your skin crawl. One guy had grabbed your waist like he owned it—you shoved his hand off, the heat of his fingers lingering in a way that made your stomach churn.

You stumbled into the bathroom around 1:47 AM, phone in hand, drunk and reckless and pulsing with need.

You sat down on the closed toilet lid and opened Facebook on your phone, scrolling down—

Until you saw Joel Miller’s new post.

It was a summer recap photo album: only a few nature pictures and a few innocent ones of him with his daughter, enjoying an evening at the lake. Except for the last one.

The last one was a picture of him shirtless. Not an intentional one, as if he purposely posed half-naked for the picture. No. He just casually appeared in the background, only in his swimsuit.

You almost dropped your phone to the floor when your shaky fingers went to zoom in on the picture.

Your breath caught, lips parting slightly, your heartbeat skipping a beat as you stared at the broad, sun-warmed expanse of his chest, the ripple of muscle beneath tanned skin, the faint salt-and-pepper trail disappearing under the waistband of his trunks.

Jesus fuck, that was one hot man, if you’d ever seen one. You felt the ache that started low in your belly and quickly spread down, straight to your core.

You could feel your cunt palpitating, and the dampness that started to gather in your panties. And that’s exactly what happened every single time you saw Joel Miller.

He’s been your father’s best friend ever since high school. You remember how you’d call him Uncle Joel when you were little. Back then he was safety, warmth, and comfort. The man who carried you on his shoulders at the county fair. The man who taught you how to ride a bike and brought you peppermint sticks every Christmas.

Well, that’s just a little fucked up, having in mind that now you were dying to fuck Uncle Joel.

You didn’t know exactly when it started—when you began to fantasize about Joel. Probably after you realized boys your age weren’t it. And that what you really wanted, really desired, was a grown man.

Not some stupid frat guy who didn’t even know what a clit was, much less where it was or how to touch it right.

No, you wanted a man with experience—experience with women, and experience in life. Someone you could learn from, not someone you had to teach.

A man just like Joel. You watched the zoomed-in photo: his ripped muscles—not from the gym, but from a life of hard physical work, of lifting heavy things and working until the sun went up.He was built from real effort, the kind that made you imagine the weight of his body pressing you into a mattress, his calloused hands gripping your hips with purpose.

You imagined how it would feel to run your hands all over his body, feeling the grey hair on his chest, going down to his stomach, even lower…

Fuck, you were pressing your thighs together so hard, and yet it was not nearly enough to relieve the ache you felt.

Truth is, you’ve been trying to fuck Joel for years now, ever since you were legal. You thought that wearing pretty sundresses and tighter little bikinis each year would help him fall for you.

Because any man would take the chance to fuck a young, pretty thing like you whenever he had the chance. But not Joel. He was so decent, so morally correct, such a good man that it drove you mad.

And it only made you want him more.

The way that he would look away whenever you bent down to pick up something you purposely let fall to the floor, letting him peek at your lacy panties. How he would clear his throat and pull away awkwardly whenever you hugged him and pressed your breasts against his chest, letting him feel all of you.

Because in some twisted way, you didn’t want just any pervy old man with a thing for young chicks. You wanted to corrupt Joel. Make him let loose and show him how good a young girl could make him feel.

The alcohol in your system made you do something stupid. Your fingers scrolled down your contact list until you found Joel.

And you pressed call.

You held the phone to your ear, swaying slightly in your heels, drunk and flushed and soaking wet between your legs.

He picked up on the third ring, voice rough and sleep-wrecked.

“…Darlin’?” Oh god, his voice was so sleepy and sounded even raspier than usual.

You had to suppress a little moan from escaping your mouth as you pressed your thighs together even harder.

“Hi, Joel,” you said.

There was a beat of silence, he could hear the loud music and conversations in the background.

“Where the hell you at? You alright?”

“At a party,” you said, dragging the words out. “M’fine. Just thinking about you.”

“Thinkin’ bout me?” he muttered. You could hear the sheets rustling, the weight of his body shifting. “It’s the middle’a the goddamn night. You been drinkin’?”

You smiled lazily. “Mhm.”

Joel cursed under his breath. “You need a ride or what?”

“Would you do that for me, Joel?”

Another heavy pause. “Just text me the damn address and I’ll be there in twenty.”

Twenty minutes later, you were sitting on the porch. Legs crossed. Lips glossy. Your little red dress riding dangerously high and your hair slightly messy, with the devil’s horns from your costume.

And your face lit up like Christmas when you saw him pulling up in front of you in his pickup truck.

“There he is,” you purred, stumbling a little as you stood. “My favorite old man.”

You saw the way his eyes flicked down your legs, quickly, before he looked away. Like the sight of you physically pained him.

“Get in,” he said from the driver’s seat.

You practically threw yourself into the passenger seat.

You could sense the way he was looking at you, at the way your nipples were hard under the soft fabric of the low-cut dress, how he could almost see your damp panties when your dress rolled up even more.

And Joel was trying to look away, distract himself with anything, so his now half-hard cock wouldn’t get fully hard.

“A devil, huh?” he said, touching the horns on your head.

“Mhm, tempting you to sin,” you said, giggling.

His jaw clenched. His fingers flexed on the wheel like he was fighting the urge to grab you.

Fuck. He was fully hard now.

He shifted uncomfortably in the seat before starting the engine and driving away.

“Party that bad?” he said, trying to make some conversation and distract himself from all the dirty, nasty thoughts he was having.

“Yeah, my friend ditched me five minutes after we arrived to go hook up with some dickhead.”

“And what about you?” he said, arching his brow. He was sure it wouldn’t be difficult for you to find a guy for yourself—hell, he was sure you’d be able to get any guy in that, or any other party, you wanted.

“I didn’t want to fuck any of those boys,” you said bluntly. “They all look like babies.”

He didn’t say anything right away—only groaned.

“Jesus, don’t say shit like that.” His voice dropped lower. Strained. Like he was battling himself with every word.

“Why not? It’s the truth.” You looked at him, batting your lashes. “Bet you’d take better care of me than any of those assholes.”

“Alright, that’s enough. Quit runnin’ your mouth.” he said under his breath, his heart beating fast. “You’re gonna get me into trouble.”

“Maybe you should put something inside my mouth to gag me.” You giggled, feeling as bold and reckless as ever. Your hand reached to palm him over his jeans—hard as rock and twitching instantly at your touch.

His body got stiff and he hit the brakes quickly, the truck stopping violently in the middle of the road. The force of it jolted you forward in the seat.

“Keep your damn hands to yourself,” he said as he yanked your hand from his bulge, pushing you to your seat with more force than necessary, “Sit back. Buckle up.” he grabbed the seatbelt and fastened it—as if to keep you from moving.

His breathing was ragged, nostrils flaring, and you could see the storm raging behind his eyes. Desire battling with guilt, morality against hunger.

He wouldn’t even look at you now. His breathing was labored, jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle twitching.

He took one long breath and began to drive again, desperate to get to your house and leave you there, just so he could go home and take care of the big problem between his legs.

“Why should I keep them to myself? You’re hard, and I’m sure I can help you with that.”

You unfastened the seatbelt and knelt on the seat, your upper body pressed down, laying your head on his big thigh.

“Can I suck your cock in the truck?” you looked up at him.

“Enough.” His voice was strangled. His knuckles white around the wheel. “You’re drunk. You don’t mean none of that.”

“I might be drunk now, but I’m not when I touch myself thinking of you every single night.”

“You think this is funny?” he snapped. “Playin’ games like that? You’re a goddamn kid.”

“Oh come off it, Joel. I’m barely ten years younger than you, that’s practically nothing.”

“It’s over ten years,” he corrected you. “You call me drunk in the middle of the goddamn night, talkin’ like a fuckin’ pornstar, lettin’ me look at you dressed like that—”

His hand slapped the steering wheel. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ. I should take you straight home and tell your daddy what you been up to.”

“Be sure your boner is gone when you talk to my dad,” you teased him. “I don’t think he’d appreciate knowing how fuckin’ hard you get over his daughter.”

You chuckled at the way he was looking at you—anger in his eyes but lust behind them.

“I think you’re pissed off all the time ‘cause you wanna fuck me and you can’t.” you continued to tease him.

His jaw twitched. You were getting to him. Finally.

“I ain’t sayin’ it again,” he hissed, his voice shaking. “You don’t get it, do you? This ain’t no joke. This is serious. You’re my best friend’s daughter. You’re practically a kid—I was there the day you were born, for god’s sake, I held you when you were a baby. You’re—fuck, you’re not s’posed to look at me like that.”

“And now I’m a woman. One you wanna fuck. And one that’s desperately begging you to do it. So own it. Be a man and fuck me, Joel.”

He was breathing hard, looking at you like he didn’t know whether to throttle you or kiss you. Like the war inside him had reached its peak, fists clenched and jaw tight, every nerve screaming.

He stopped the truck in the middle of some deserted road and he surged forward, grabbing your face with both hands, and kissed you like he hated himself for it. Like he was drowning in it. His mouth crushed against yours, tongue pushing past your lips, tasting the alcohol on your breath.

His hand fisted in your hair, the other cupping your jaw like he needed to hold you in place, or else he’d break apart.

“Fuckin’ knew it,” he muttered against your mouth, hand sliding up your bare thigh. “Knew you’d be nothing but trouble. Knew I should’ve stayed the hell away.”

His hand made its way between your thighs and reached the edge of your panties. He felt the heat. The slick.

His breath hitched the moment he touched you, a low growl vibrating in his chest like a warning.

He growled. “Jesus, you’re soaked.” There was awe in his tone, disbelief, like you’d shattered something inside him just by wanting him this much.

“I saw the picture at the lake you posted and got like this,” you said. “What? You’ve never seen a girl this wet, Joel?”

He groaned like it physically hurt him, resting his forehead against yours for a second, breathing hard.

“I’m gonna take you home,” he muttered, voice rough. “Gonna put you in your bed, and then I’m gonna go jerk off in my truck like a fuckin’ lunatic.”

“No, you’re not. I need you too much, Joel,” you whispered, reaching for his belt. “Please, pretty please, Joel. I want it like you have no idea.”

He didn’t stop you when you undid the buckle. Didn’t stop you either when you reached into his jeans and wrapped your hand around him. His stomach flinched under your touch, a broken gasp escaping him, his whole body going tense like your fingers had struck a nerve.

His eyes fluttered shut. A soft, filthy growl escaped his throat.

“I swear to God,” he rasped, “if you don’t stop right now, I’m gonna fuck you in this truck.”

“Please do.” Your hand was still wrapped around him, thick and pulsing in your grip, and Joel hadn’t moved a muscle to stop you. His cock twitched in your hand like it agreed with you more than he dared to.

You pulled his cock out of the confinement of his jeans, and you almost whimpered when you saw it.

It was big, to say the least—you’ve never seen one quite that size in person. Only in the adult videos your friend had insisted you watch with her just for giggles.

“Oh my God, Joel,” you breathed out as you took in the sight of him—it looked obscene in the best way, thick and flushed and so hard it looked like it hurt, veins pulsing, wet pre-cum leaking from his tip. “It’s so big.”

“Called me up practically beggin’ for cock with your voice all slow and filthy like that. Now take care of it—it’s what you wanted, right?”

You let your mouth brush the head of his cock. A soft kiss. He twitched again, his hand clenching in the seat beside him, like he was trying to keep control.

“Come on, baby, show me how much you wanted me.”

You took him in your mouth. Warm. Wet. Slow at first—just the head, swirling your tongue around it, tracing that sensitive spot just beneath the ridge. He gasped, eyes rolling back, one hand flying to your hair.

“Shit… baby… killin’ me here,” he moaned. “That mouth—Jesus, such a talented mouth.” His words came out in pieces, half-groaned, half-worshipped.

You moaned around him, taking more, letting him slide deeper. Your lips stretched, jaw aching already from how big he was, but you didn’t care. You loved the way he filled your mouth, the way his dick twitched on your tongue, the way his whole body went rigid when you swallowed around him.

“Ngghh… Look at you. You look so good with my cock down your throat.”

You blinked up at him, eyes glassy and full of want, spit pooling at the corners of your lips.

You bobbed your head slowly, hand working the base where your mouth couldn’t reach, spit dripping down to your wrist. The messier and wetter, the better it felt for Joel. You wanted him to feel it. Every flick of your tongue. Every tight pull of your throat.

He was so sensitive, thighs were shaking, his voice breaking. “Stop, darlin’…please…gotta stop.” You could hear it in his tone—he didn’t want to stop. He just didn’t want to lose control.

You looked up, lips swollen around his cock, and moaned again.

Joel’s grip tightened in your hair. His hips started to move, tiny thrusts, shallow but desperate. He was fucking your mouth, slow and helpless, trying not to lose it too fast.

“Gonna cum,” he gasped. “Fuck…I’m gonna—shit, baby—”

You sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks. Taking him deeper, even when it made your eyes water. You wanted to ruin him. You needed to.

“You wanna swallow it? Gonna swallow every drop like the good little girl you are?”

You nodded frenetically. And then he came. Hard. A broken shout. His whole body tensed as he spilled down your throat.

Hot and thick ropes of his cum, tasted a little salty but so good just ‘cause it belonged to him. It was so much, but you swallowed every drop, not even flinching.

When you finally pulled off him with a soft pop, Joel was wrecked. Panting. Sweating. Staring down at you like he couldn’t believe what just happened.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, smirking.

“Get in the back,” he muttered under his breath.

You didn’t hesitate. You climbed into the back seat, the leather cold on your thighs, knees already trembling with anticipation. Your tiny dress rode up higher, exposing lace panties soaked through at the center.

Joel followed. He didn’t even shut the front door. Just crawled into the back after you, big and hulking, like something unchained. His hands were on you immediately, yanking the dress up over your hips, gripping your thighs so hard you whimpered.

He pushed your legs open with both hands, groaning at the sight of how wet you were.

“All this for me, huh? At some college party, dressed like a slut, callin’ me up talkin’ filth ‘cause you didn’t want any of those stupid pricks, you wanted me.”

You nodded, lips parted, breath hitched. Shivering at the raw hunger in his voice.

He slapped the inside of your thigh, sharp and hot. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” you gasped. “I wanted you. I want you so bad, Joel.”

He let out a sound like a snarl and pulled your panties to the side. He made a little noise, almost a whimper.

“What is it? When was the last time you’ve seen a cunt this pretty?”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he muttered. “You’re so beautiful, ain’t got the slightest clue.”

Two thick fingers slid right through your slick folds, parting you. He hissed through his teeth. His pupils blown wide, jaw clenched like he was in pain.

He teased you with his fingers, barely dipping into your entrance, just enough to make you shake. Every nerve in your body stood on edge, begging for more.

“J-Joel… please,” your voice breaking.

“You need this cock that bad, huh? Don’t worry, babygirl, I’ve got you. I’m just gonna stretch you out a little first.” He shoved two fingers in, and you choked on a gasp. Thick. Rough. Curling just right. “Gotta make sure you can take it.”

Your back arched off the seat. “Oh—f-fuck—!”

“Yeah, that’s it. You’re so tight and it’s only my fingers, you’re squeezing them like crazy,” he grunted, working you open, watching your face with fire in his eyes, like it was his religion

“Look at you. Bet none of those little college boys know how to make you squirm like this.”

“N-no… ah… t-they can’t,” you gasped, fingers clutching the seat. “They don’t know anything.”

“All them boys in that house, drunk little shits. Could’ve had any of ‘em. But you called me.”

He kissed you again, hard and messy, all teeth and tongue, swallowing your moans like he couldn’t get enough. His fingers never stopped pumping. He curled them just right and you cried out against his mouth.

“This pussy’s a fuckin’ dream,” he muttered. “Come on, baby, cum for me, and then I’ll give you my cock.”

His thumb began to circle your swollen clit, and you saw stars. He fastened his pace, merciless, single-minded, with the only goal of making you feel the biggest pleasure you could experience.

“I’m… I’m close, Joel… p-please don’t stop.”

You let a loud moan, shattering from the force of your orgasm. Head thrown back. Fingers clutching the seat leather. Crying out his name like a prayer.

“Fuck, that was beautiful,” he muttered, pulling away just enough to breathe against your cheek. “Think you’re ready to take me now?”

“Y-yes… I want your cock inside me.”

Joel sat up on the back seat. “Get in my lap.”

You scrambled over, straddling him. He grabbed your ass and pulled you against him, hard cock sliding against your soaked folds.

“No condoms,” he gritted.

“I don’t care,” you whispered, rolling your hips. “Wanna feel you. Want you to cum in me, Joel.”

That was it.

You barely had a second to breathe before he was lining himself up, grabbing your hips and…

“Fuck—” he groaned as he sank in, slow but deep. Pushing inside you in one hard thrust. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, your whole body going tight around him. The stretch burned in the best way, he was big, thick, and deeper than anything you’d had before. It felt almost like your first time, and in a sense, it was—your first time with a real man.

Joel grabbed your hips and guided you, panting against your neck, voice wrecked. His hands trembled just slightly, like he couldn’t believe you were real, like you were the most beautiful and precious thing in the world, and for some unknown reason you were letting him have the privilege of fucking you.

You felt the tears pooling at the corners of your eyes. Every inch of him, dragging against your walls, filling you like nothing ever had. He bottomed out and held still, panting against your neck.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he cut off with a strangled sound. “So fuckin’ tight, so goddamn wet… oh, this cunt feels like heaven.”

“Ngggh… J-Joel,” you whimpered. “I-It’s too big.”

“Relax… You’re taking it so good for me,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

You moaned, fucking yourself down onto him, your dress bunched around your waist, heels still on. The truck rocked, the windows fogging thicker with every bounce of your hips. The air was heavy with sweat, lust, and the scent of sex.

“This pussy was made for me, huh?”

“Yes,” you gasped, wrapping your arms around him. “It’s yours, Joel. Always been yours.”

He growled low in his throat and pulled out, only to slam back in—hard. You saw stars.

Your cry cracked in your throat, your whole body arching into him.

Then again. And again.

Joel kissed you like he was starved, and you bit his bottom lip, tugging.

“Harder,” you whispered. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Joel growled and started thrusting up into you. The sound of slick skin slapping and your whimpers filled the truck like music. His hands were everywhere—gripping your thighs, your ass, your hair. His mouth was on your neck, sucking bruises, biting softly, marking you.

“I should be ashamed,” he gritted. “Should hate myself for wantin’ this. For wantin’ you.”

“But you don’t,” you whispered, dazed and breathless. “You love it.”

“You love that I wanted you,” you went on, voice a broken moan. “You love that I called you instead of some college boy. That I made myself yours.”

He pulled out suddenly and flipped you over. You yelped, hands bracing against the seat, ass in the air. He yanked your panties all the way down this time, tossed them somewhere, and slammed back in from behind. This angle felt deeper. Brutal. Relentless.

Joel’s hand came down hard on your ass, and you cried out.

“That what you needed, baby?” he snarled. “Needed to be fucked like a little whore in the back of my truck? Needed this old man to fuck you stupid?”

“Yes!” you sobbed. “God, yes, Joel—don’t stop—don’t stop—!”

His hand wrapped in your hair, tugging your head back so he could growl in your ear. “Not stoppin’ ‘til you’re fuckin’ ruined.”

He fucked you until your voice was hoarse from screaming his name. Your thighs trembled and your vision blurred. You felt another climax approaching, and you came again, this time around him with a cry so loud it drowned out everything else.

“Ah…ah, baby, don’t squeeze me like that…I can’t hold— I’m gonna cum,” he breathed. “Gonna cum inside you, fill you up, let you leak all over those pretty thighs”

He wrapped both arms around you and spilled inside you with a deep, broken moan, growling your name like a man who’d been starving for years—he didn’t pull out, didn’t even try. His whole body shook. You held his head close, whispering how good he felt, how full you were, how much you wanted it.

He just stayed there, breath hot against your back, hips twitching, filling you full, thrusting a few more times just to fuck his cum deep inside your pussy, not letting one drop go to waste.

For a long time, the only sound in the truck was panting. The occasional shaky breath. His palm, warm and wide, soothing up and down your spine like he didn’t know how to let go.

“Fuck.”

You laughed, breathless. “Yeah.”

He pulled you into his lap, arms wrapping around you tight. The only sound was the ticking of the cooling engine and your slow breaths. Joel’s hand still locked in the curve of your thigh. His chest rose and fell like he’d just finished running, eyes glazed as he stared through the fogged windshield, not seeing a damn thing.

You were still in his lap. Dress wrinkled, panties around one ankle, his release sticky between your thighs.

“You okay?” his voice was soft. “I think… I was too rough, I’m sorry, you felt too goddamn good and it’s been so long since—”

“Don’t.” You smiled lazily and leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “It was amazing… fuck, you made me cum twice,” you chuckled, as if you couldn’t believe it.

He didn’t smile. Didn’t speak. Just let his hand move slowly over the back of your thigh, tracing your skin like he was trying to memorize it.

Finally, he said, “You shouldn’t’ve called me. And i shouldn’t’ve come.”

You kissed his neck. “But I did call you, and you did come.”

His hand tightened suddenly on your thigh, and his voice dropped lower. “This ain’t somethin’ I can walk away from anymore.”

“Then don’t.”

“Your costume makes a lot of sense, y’know?” There was a low chuckle behind it, half-amused, half-kickin’ himself.

He looked at you—really looked—and something in his face softened, like he was scared of what he wanted and wanted it anyway.

“C’mon,” he murmured. “Let’s get you home before I do somethin’ even dumber.”

A/N: heey, first of all, if you reached this point, thank you so much for reading. I began posting the fics I write here without expecting much but y’all are so kind and you literally make my day whenever you comment or reblog saying something nice. So thank you for putting a smile on my face. I hope you enjoyed this one🫶🩷

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daylighted · 3 months ago

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─ BITE THE PILLOW, dad's best friend ! jackles

jensen's been breaking a lot of his rules and traditions for a little more time with you -- and he's getting less and less inclined to care.

warnings. ( 18+ ! ) pls for the love of god don't interact with this series if you're a minor. hefty age gap. unprotected p in v. daddy kink. dirty talking. manhandling. he whimpers you're welcome. he actually pulls out this time good for him! aftercare. <3 word count. 4.6k

sneak into his room here!

SATURDAY NIGHTS AT YOUR HOUSE WERE always for one thing and one thing only: football. it was a tradition for as long as you could remember: the living room would fill up with your dad's rowdy friends, slinging ice cold beers back and forth from their spots on the couch, a mountainous pile of pizza boxes piling up on the coffee table.

some things never changed. your parents go apeshit downstairs over a sports game in the living room, you stay very far away from downstairs as long as you can.

not that you didn't show your support in some little ways. you avoided your family and their antics and the chaos of it, but you still wore the blue and white of the dallas cowboys; you weren't crazy.

it was one of those instances where you couldn't just avoid going downstairs, needing to eat something before the night wrapped up. you could only stay locked away in your bedroom with the sound of muffled shouting and drunken cackling through your bedroom door for so long.

"hey, sweetheart," your mom says the second you hit the bottom floor, which completely zilches the attempt you'd been making to get in and get the hell out without being noticed. "comin' to watch halftime with us?"

your face falls, exasperation dropping your jaw and leaving your mouth hung partly open. "it's only halftime?"

"sorry," she apologizes like she personally had a say in how long this game felt like it was stretching, which brings a little bit of a smile back to your lips. "your father started his little indoor tailgating party earlier since jensen's here for the weekend. that's probably why you thought it'd be over by now."

even better. jensen was in the other room, kicking the shit with your dad and uncle tom, probably drunk off of his ass. not that you cared what he did or got up to or anything, it just made the fact that you'd only thrown on one of your dad's old dallas cowboys jerseys on and nothing else a hell of a lot more interesting.

"is there any pizza left?"

your mom leans against the doorway from the kitchen to the living room, hand braced on the wall as she looks. "yeah, the top box at least has a few slices," she says, patting your shoulder warmly. "they've been talking about you."

you try your absolute best to pretend like that isn't a terrifying thought, what with who the three men in mention were. "why?"

"well, jensen asked about your studies, i think, and your dad and uncle couldn't help but start bragging on you." heartwarming as it was, you could only focus on one part of that explanation. jensen asked about your studies. after the conversation you'd had with him last night on the patio, you didn't think you liked the thought or reasoning behind that very much.

instead of pressing, you just smile at her. "oh, that's nice." it was, too, and it sucked that the only thing you could think about was how he'd use the fact that you were acing your classes without a blip on your record against you.

"go say hi to uncle tom," your mom urges, nodding you in the couch's direction, "he missed at your party when you ran off, wanted to congratulate you face to face."

you very much did not want to go say hi to uncle tom, since that meant being in close vicinity to jensen. sometimes, things were out of your control, like the fact that the reason you missed saying hi to uncle tom was because of the other of your dad’s visiting friends.

your little life was beginning to get big complications.

still, your say in the matter was naught, because your mother was nudging you in that direction already by your jersey-clad shoulders.

and there isn't any way that you can do this subtly, either, without more attention than necessary drawn to you, because you make it half a foot from the arm of the cream-colored couch your dad and his friends are spread out on, and uncle tom is on his feet.

"here she is!" he exclaims, like he hasn't seen you in weeks when, really, it'd just been a couple of days, if you counted your party. if you didn't, it'd only been a few months while you were away at school, and your dad provided you with many occurrences where he'd been with tom and he said hi.

uncle tom tosses his arms around your shoulders, tugging you tightly into his chest. he smells like beer and tomato sauce from the slice still held in his hand. he plants a big kiss on your forehead, and you can't even find it within yourself to be angry because of the dopey grin on his face when you pry yourself from his grip.

"didn't come say hi on thursday," he says, dropping back down onto the spot of the couch he took up space in, right next to an arm that you refused to look at who belonged to. you knew. that tattoo was pretty recognizable, unfortunately. "thought i pissed you off or something."

"no, i was just tired." the lies come easier now, which only makes your stomach churn just a little. you shouldn't have had to lie to your family about what you'd been up to, but you certainly weren't telling them that you'd been charmed by a devil to dance with him. "jetlag and all."

there's a reason he was your godfather. he looks relieved at that, like the prospect of you being easy on yourself and resting instead of talking to him two days ago was something he supported. he wouldn't if he'd known what you really were up to that night.

nausea churns in your gut, but you shove it down with force. the best you can do in this situation is avoid the man that'd caused it, which you were doing a wonderful job of doing.

"well," you say on a sigh, snatching the top pizza box with a little smile, very carefully dancing your eyes across the couch and skipping over jensen's in the middle, "i'm gonna go back upstairs, now. have fun with..." you wave your hand aimlessly at the tv screen. "that."

you can hear uncle tom's and your father's voices saying something, but everything is a blur outside of the tunnel vision you have for getting the hell out of there. the stairs are only a couple feet away, and you restrain from straight out running to them.

"hang on," you hear jensen mumble from the middle of the staircase, the clink of a bottle being sat down, "m'gettin' a call, i'll be back."

you literally could not move faster trying to slip into your bedroom and get the door shut before you had to cross paths. sure, he'd be on a call, but you purposely avoided his gaze entirely for a reason. he could keep up this facade with ease, but it was starting to weigh on you.

your door half-latches by the time his voice crests the top of the staircase, and you leave it, hoping he takes it as an invitation to bypass it entirely.

"yeah, i can come by monday," you catch from your spot in the center of your bed, pizza box haphazardly open next to you. you aren't even thinking about eating right now, not when you're so focused on making sure jensen walks past your room and goes to the guest one. "any time good? good."

there's a light tap on the other side of your door, and you're certain that you can feel the blood drain from your body. two more light taps, and the door pushes open slowly. jensen has his phone to his ear, a half-quirked grin on his mouth. "quick thinkin', ain't it?"

you blink your confusion. "what?" your lips mouth, not wanting to interrupt his call.

jensen flashes the blank screen of his phone at you for a second before pressing it to his ear again. "not a real call, pretty girl," he clarifies, the amusement evident in the lilt of his voice. "but you're real cute for bein' respectful about it."

the confusion melts away into exasperation. "you're ridiculous."

"you wouldn't look at me," he says, giving you an exaggerated pout that, just as fast, becomes indifference. "got a little creative."

"why?"

"don't play stupid, pretty girl," jensen steps fully into your room, closing the door behind him. the big fingers that dwarf his phone drop the facade, slipping it into his back pocket. "you're too smart for that."

you cross your legs beneath you, adjusting the end of your jersey over them — an action that jensen very blatantly tracks with his gaze. "you wanted me to."

"good girl," there's a part of you that's thankful he isn't examining your frozen-in-time high school bedroom, and another that wishes he had any indication that he wasn't just using you for a quick fuck while he was in town, because he bypasses everything to get to your bed, moving the pizza box over to the desk perpendicular to it, "and why do i want you to?"

your chin raises in defiance. "because you've been fucking me underneath your best friend's nose, and it's more fun for you to test the limits of that."

jensen's eyes flash with something, enough that his expression flattens, but that carefully constructed mask of indifference is back. "wrong." his weight sinks the edge of the mattress beneath him as he sits. "wrong twice, actually. c'mon, baby, don't make me spell it out for you."

you turn in the bed to face him, fingers folded in your lap. "how is that wrong twice? you are."

"i fucked you once." his smile is bitter and saccharine-sweet at once, a combination that almost makes you want to shrink away. you'd seen a couple sides of him before — the side that flirts with you and death at the same time and the side that pushes you and the limitations you've put on yourself, no matter how cruel it feels — but you've never seen the wolf that crowds you into a corner with his teeth bared. "i've just thought about it more than a few times."

his eyes are dark, the green swallowed by blown pupils that only serve to make him look more predatory. he leans over, his body looming over yours enough that you're forced to lean along with him, spine grazing the pillows behind your back.

"i want you to look at me," he whispers it like it was a secret, and from the look in his eyes, you didn't think he'd repeat them again, "because i wanna see those cheeks flush all pretty pink tryin' to pretend i haven't spread you open before."

you swallow thickly, unable to look away from him. he's got you held captive both in the cage of his arms he's put you in, and the intensity of his eyes. "you just wanna see me squirm. that's not fair."

"no, i want to see you scream my name, but we all can't have what we want." he tips your chin up with his index finger, caressing your jawline with the knuckle. "sometimes life ain't fair. sometimes you gotta take what you can get, when you can get it."

his expression shifts again, less predatory and more gentle, even though the dark of his pupils never pull back from their drowning of the green. "tell me to go away, and i'll go away."

and you should tell him to go away. this was becoming more of a pattern than you wanted it to be, bordering on a desperation that would do nothing in the end besides get one, or both of you, into deep waters you couldn't get out of.

but you think back to last night, how it'd felt to hear that so much of your life was kept in a tight-knit box, never straying loose from what was expected of you.

so you kiss him.

you kiss the taste of beer off of his lips, kiss the scratch of stubble that tickles against your own mouth, kiss him with your hands wound into the strands of his hair, tugging him down on top of you further so you could melt into the pillows behind you.

jensen doesn't hesitate to rise up onto his knees and move to lay over you, held up by one palm sinking into the springs of your mattress, the other pressed lightly against your chest, fingertips tracing lightly over your collarbones. it's just enough pressure to make you shiver, the callouses on his fingers leaving goosebumps peppered across your skin.

they slide down, down, down until they lift underneath your jersey and brush across the soft fabric of your panties. "i knew it," he laughs breathlessly against your mouth, hooking a finger into them and tugging, "naughty girl, prancin' around in front of me in just this."

"you weren't supposed to still be here," you say in answer, though it sounds weak in your mouth. everything sounds weak when he's pressed to you like this, daring you to open your mouth wide enough for him to invade it with his tongue.

jensen's palms flattened on your sides beneath the elastic of your panties, his fingertips pressed into the curve of your ass like he owns it. he probably does at this rate. you're so quick to melt into putty in his hands. "thank fuck i was, then," he rasps against your mouth, and then suddenly, you're on your stomach, your cheek resting into the pillows.

you don't even have time to process it, not before his hands are working so much more carefully than you'd expected from him, tugging down your panties. the cold air of your bedroom sends another wave of shivers down your spine when it breaches the newly exposed skin, wet with desire that never seemed to fade when you were with him.

jensen doesn’t waste any time, erasing any moment for you to feel vulnerable or nervous about your body being exposed — he licks a slow stripe up the slit of your folds, deliberate enough to make your toes curl into the thick muscles of his thighs.

"christ," he swears under his breath, closing his fingers around your thighs to pull you further against him. one of his palms moves to flatten on your spine, pressing it down until your back arches and pushes your ass higher into the air.

there’s the sound of a zipper and the shuffling of jeans behind you, and you writhe beneath him, a low mewl in the base of your throat. his laugh is breathless, breath ghosting over your ear as he bends down. "as pretty as you sound right now," he murmurs, his voice deep and gravely, "m’gonna need you to bite down on that pillow for me, baby girl."

you get two seconds to process the implications of that request before he slips into you, gliding effortlessly between your gushy tight heat. you understand instantly why he asks that of you when you gasp sharply, your mouth hanging open as it presses into the pillowcase.

"shh, what did i say?" jensen grunts into your ear, still sheathing the entire length of his thick cock between your tight walls. "c’mon, princess, what’d i say?"

"bite the pillow," you echo back to him, your voice wavering as he stuffs you full of him.

his fingers stroke through your hair, twirling the strands around his fingers affectionately as his hips start to rock. "good girl. you gonna do that for daddy? keep quiet for him?"

your fingers curl into the sheets, managing a nod despite the shudder that trembles like electricity through your veins. "mhm."

the hand in your hair gathers it into a ponytail and clutches it in his fist, tipping your head back. his lips graze your ear as he whispers, "doesn’t look like it to me. i wouldn’t push me, baby girl. i don’t know if you’ll like me mean."

it felt like a challenge, in its own way. he was still moving slowly inside of you, your fluttery walls stretching around him with each shallow, painstakingly slow movement. he’d chastised you for your blind obedience; did he want you to fight him on this?

you tip your head back to meet his gaze, a fire in your gaze that makes jensen grin wolfishly. you don’t say a word, but you hold the eye contact as you moan, a sound that makes his own green eyes flare.

"oh, you want daddy t’be mean, that it?" he releases your hair to push your upper back down into the mattress again, sliding his palm up to shove your head into the pillows. "always knew you were naughty, baby. someone’s gotta fuck that out of you."

you couldn’t move your face if you tried. each little noise you make in the back of your throat is muffled by the fluff of your pillows. only then does he start to quicken his pace, not as much as you want, but enough to make his heavy balls slap against the sensitive skin of your full cunt.

his one hand stays on your cheek, the other grips your hip, guiding you back against his shaft to take him deeper, hard enough for you to feel the imprint of his fingerprints in your thighs.

"you’re so goddamn tight," he hisses through his teeth, finally beginning to sound ragged and breathless himself, "i love your pretty pussy, baby, y'know that?"

you nod against the pressure of his hand, your fingers flexing at your sides after they'd started to go numb from how they'd clutched at the sheets. you'd been doing really good keeping the sounds to a minimum, but the faster he started to pump himself into you, the less inclined you were to try.

you didn't want to give into his request so easily, but you couldn't help it. your parted lips close around the fabric-covered pillow and you teeth clamp down on it, each moan and mewl from your mouth completely swallowed by the fluff inside of the pillow.

finally, his palm relents from your face, smoothing the back of his hand down the side of your face. "good girl," he murmurs, and he stops touching you and instead, grabs the polyester in his fist to jerk you harder down the aching length of his cock. each thrust is hard enough for you to push forward into the bed, deep enough for the tip of his cock to bruise your cervix.

your legs tangle around his behind you, and he shifts closer to you, making it that much more intense as he buries himself balls deep inside of you. "i'd stay inside you all fuckin' night, if i could," he pants behind you, rugged voice muffled by the soaked sound of him fucking into you, "don't got that kind of time though, do we? never have enough time for me to fuck you stupid."

you weren't so sure on that. every single time you'd been alone with him, you seemed to stop thinking entirely; obviously, considering you always ended up with some part of him inside of you. "m'not gonna last with you behavin' for me like this," he actually whimpers in the rough of his voice, the sound going straight to the ache between your legs, the building pressure of pleasure that you were so close to cresting over.

the pace jensen had set speeds up, and it's clear that he was just as close as you. you were bucking your hips against him, each noise in your throat getting more ragged and desperate. he releases your hip with his one hand, dropping it to clutch your fingers in his.

there are tears in your eyes when you finally reach your breaking point, stinging the corners. you barely manage to keep your mouth around your pillow as you cry out through the clench of your teeth, your legs shaking as he keeps going, keeps going, keeps going.

there was something raw about him like this, fucking into you with reckless abandon, enough so that his groans wavered into little whimpers. you're about to squeeze his hand to get him to stop, to slow, before the tears pooling in your eyes become overstimulated sobs, when he pulls out.

the feeling of the loss is immediate, almost as overwhelming as the feeling of his balls hitting against your clit, over and over. you gasp, lifting your head just in time to see him spilling in your previously discarded panties, the fabric fisted around his cock as white hot streaks seep through it.

jensen's eyes reopen after a couple of moments, a thin sheen of sweat coating his forehead, making the jersey he wore cling a little tighter to his arms and shoulders. he laughs, somewhat sheepish for how you usually see him, waving your panties like a white flag. "tryin' to be responsible." a joke followed by a curve of his lips.

"i'm gonna throw those away," you rasp, just as teasing as he was.

he raises an eyebrow, and you mimic the action right back at him. "i don't think you will," he hums, tossing them aside onto your hardwood floor. jensen crawls over top of you, all but crushing you under his weight as he looses a deep sigh. "jus' gonna stay like this for a minute."

"long call, then," you whisper into his ear, trying to shift underneath his heavier weight to get more comfortable. it was comforting to be so wrapped up in him.

he huffs a laugh, lifting his head to press his forehead against yours. "yeah. long call. i'll tell 'em downstairs i was talkin' to my bank or somethin' important."

his fingers brush across your cheek, tucking the strands back behind your ear. jensen leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, lips lingering for much longer than needed to be. it was this that kept you letting him into your room — the gentleness that only ever came in the aftermath, when you could believe you were more to him than just a convenient fuck.

"wasn't too rough?" he pinches your cheek affectionately, then brushes the pad of his thumb over the bone.

you shake your head, the smile on your lips lazy and sated. "no, but you're real cute for being respectful about it."

this time, his laugh is full and hearty. jensen sits up, reaching across your bedroom space to snatch the pizza box off of your desktop. "probably cold, now, but..." he settles back onto the backs of his legs, setting it between the both of you. "you should eat."

"mmm, not hungry anymore."

jensen shoves the box open, snatching a cold piece of pizza from it and shoving it in your direction. "mmm, don't care." he waves it adamantly until you take it with a dramatic huff. "you got a towel in here? lemme clean you up."

it was a striking difference to the closed-off jensen you'd gotten the first time you hooked up. he was on his feet, tucking himself back into his jeans as he genuinely searched your room for a towel or something.

you take a bite from the pizza slice, nodding toward your closet door. "it's my shower one," you feel the need to explain, though you don't really know why. you're not used to small talk with him. little details and small talk never really came up when you were together.

jensen grabs it and quirks a half-smile over his shoulder at you. "not anymore." his footsteps echo on the hardwood as he makes his way back to your bed. he hooks his fingers around your ankle and drags you closer to the edge of the bed, startling a gasp out of you, and nudges your legs open with his other hand. he wipes the towel gently up and down the inside of your thighs, glancing up at you through the short strands that fall in his eyes. "keep eatin'."

"you're distracting me." and he was. it was domestic, in a way, how gingerly he held your ankle and how careful he was with the towel between your legs.

jensen shrugs. "don't care," he repeats, though he follows it with a warm, teasing smirk, "keep eating or i'll start."

what kind of masochist were you if that sent a renewed thrill down your spine? jensen catches the sparkle in your eyes and shakes his head, tossing the towel in the same direction as your defiled panties. "you are becoming a little fiend."

you give him a toothy smile. "your fault."

"oh, my fault?" he leans in like he's going to kiss that smile, and at the last second, turns his head to steal a bite from your pizza. you gasp in surprise, laughter bubbling out of you before you can stop it. "i think i'm just pullin' the deviant out of you."

"you're pulling something out, alright," you shoot back through the fit of laughter, and he is utterly captivated by it. it makes you all too aware of how close he is, of each sweep of his eyes over your expression.

jensen leans in to kiss your forehead again, another lingering one that eases the slight tremor in your muscles still. "you'll be okay if i head back down?"

you don't want him to, and the grimace on his lips makes you think he doesn't want to, either, but you nod regardless. as he'd said before, the moments you had together were fleeting and weighted. "i'll run you a bath in the bathroom, when i head out. should be warm by the time you finish eatin'," he says, brushing your hair back out of your eyes, "and no one down there will hear the water runnin' for a few extra minutes over your uncle tom's damn shouting."

"he loves football," you say in his defense, ignoring every other bit of information he tells you so that you don't do something stupid like take it anyway else but face value. he probably wouldn't be like this again next time. there probably wouldn't be a next time. he had one day left at your house, and then he'd go back to wherever he lived, out of your life.

jensen's face falls at whatever is reflected in your eyes, and he kisses your cheek this time, the stubble tickling the skin around your lips. "you can come down after, if you want," he offers, pressing his forehead against yours. "i'll behave."

you smile, settled again from the bout of unease. "if i'm not too tired."

"i'll save you a seat."

jensen slips away, then, steps slow and reluctant like he was waiting for you to invite him back in, even though both of you knew he couldn't. he keeps the door gapped again just like you'd had it before his arrival with one last look over his shoulder at you, something unreadable and soft in his eyes.

moments later, you hear the water start to run in the bathroom at the end of the hall, and you smile to yourself.

maybe you lived as prominently in his head as he did in yours. maybe, you'd started to unravel the elusive mystery of his closed-off exterior, one day at a time.

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elliewrites77 · 5 months ago

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Uncle!Sukuna Part 4

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6.5, 7

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Uncle!Sukuna who finds himself growing more and more annoyed with the women who flirt with him when he's working. Sure, it had always happened. Pretty women coming to his bar to get drunk and have fun, ending up sitting at the bar mainly to flirt with the 'hot bartender'. He had always been indifferent, though, never giving into their advances (he didn't want a one night stand to know where he worked after all).

But since he's been spending more time with you, that's changed. The indifference and occasional frustration has changed to constant annoyance every time the women bat their eyelashes at him. His lack of interest was clear, sometimes he would outright say he wasn't interested. But even when he didn't, his scowl and roll of the eyes was telling enough.

Uncle!Sukuna who didn't bother questioning why he was tired of it. He didn't want to venture into that territory. All he needed to know was that he felt a lot different about flirty women since meeting you.

Uncle!Sukuna who still carpools with you monday-friday. It really is convenient since Choso and Yuji go to the same school you work at. You've been doing it for a few weeks now, and neither of you want to acknowledge that it's starting to feel like you aren't just neighbors.

You spend most of your time together. Choso and Yuji quickly became best friends, meaning they want to spend their weekends together. That means that Sukuna sees you pretty much every single day, spending most of his time with you. Both of you have grown used to the others company, engraved into each others lives to the point that you plan most of your dinners with the expectation that Sukuna and Yuji will be there. Sukuna doesn't even knock when he comes over now, not that he needs to. You already gave him a key, for emergencies of course.

You don't bring up how every time you see him in your home you get butterfly's in your stomach that you haven't felt since you were a teenager.

He doesn't mention how quick he is to find himself doing things just to make you smile or content. Like leaving a small blanket in his passenger seat just for you because he knows you're always cold in the morning on the way to work.

You don't mention how you start buying his favorite beer so that he didn't have to bring his own when he came over for dinner. You don't drink, so the sight of alcohol in your fridge was strange at first, but it's became a habit to grab a case when shopping. The first time you bought some, you didn't mention it, and when he saw it, neither did he.

He doesn't talk about how he starts taking earlier shifts because he doesn't want to work too late and accidentally oversleep, meaning he wouldn't be able to drive you to work (or Yuji to school, but that's secondary). Sure the tips aren't as good, but he owns the damn bar so it's not like it's hurting him.

Uncle!Sukuna who remembers it was almost Valentine day a week beforehand, when Yuji brings home something about getting valentines cards for his classmates. His mind panics for a second when he thinks about the romantic day. He thought of you instantly. Asking you to be 'his valentine' is too middle-school. But he didn't know if asking you on a date was too forward. He was slowly accepting that he wanted more with you, and he was 90% sure you were on the same page. But still, there was always that last 10% that made him think what if you aren't into him in the same way. what if he was misreading your relationship. what if he asked you out and ruined everything?

Uncle!Sukuna who slaps himself when he gets out of his own head. He wasn't a coward, he wasn't one to run away from something just because it scared him. No, he was the type to go after what he wanted. Sure of himself, confident, cocky even.

Uncle!Sukuna who decides then that he would ask you out for Valentines day. He would get flowers, write a short letter explaining his feelings for you (because he knew he wouldn't be able to say them out loud), and wear something nice when he showed up at your doorstep.

Uncle!Sukuna who's plan are thrown off that same day, when he goes over to your with Yuji for dinner. The moment he sees you, standing in your kitchen, he freezes. He stares at you until you notice him, only moving when you ask him if he was okay.

Uncle!Sukuna who responds by blurting out..

"Be my Valentine?"

It takes you both a moment to process what he said. When he realizes, he clenches his jaw and ignores the flush on his face. He feels like a child, asking their crush on the playground during recess. This wasn't how he wanted to do it at all.

When you realize, you flush, looking away with an unusually shy smile. Your heart is beating so hard. You, too, feel like a little kid. The feelings he gives you made your heart feel things you hadn't in a long, long time.

Uncle!Sukuna who can't hide his relief, shoulders sagging, when you say "Yes", still avoiding his eyes because you're flustered. He doesn't even try to stop his grin, real and oh so rare, and you can't hide yours either.

Uncle!Sukuna who considers kissing you right then. But when Chose and Yuji run into the kitchen a second later, the former giving him a fist bump as a greeting, he decides it's worth it to wait.

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Uncle!Sukuna who plans the perfect date. He tells you to leave it all up to him, and keeps everything a surprise. The only thing he tells you is the proper dress wear and the time that he was gonna pick you up. He even schedules childcare, sending the boys to his friend Toji's house for a sleepover with his own son, Megumi (he had to pay good money to get Toji to do this too).

Uncle!Sukuna who picks you up right on time. He knocks on your door in a handsome suit, holding a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers. He stares at you for a long moment, stunned by your beauty. Of course, you were always beautiful. But seeing you dressed up, your fancy dress and makeup making you look like a goddess, he was left speechless. Especially when he realizes it was for him. You looked this gorgeous for him. He felt like the luckiest man alive.

Uncle!Sukuna who is the perfect gentleman. He compliments you, almost sounding breathless, and patiently waits for you to place the flowers in a vase. He opens the car door for you, offering his hand when you climb in. He does the same when you reach the restaurant. Throughout the night, the conversation flows and it feels perfectly natural. You had been spending so much time together, yet didn't run out of things to talk about.

Uncle!Sukuna who was more flirty, of course, but didn't expect you to return it as easily. The flirty smile you gave him, the banter. It encouraged him to do more, making his attraction to you clear without ever saying the words outright. And even when you blushed and got obviously flustered, you still returned his energy, making it just as clear that you felt the same.

Uncle!Sukuna who drove you back home long after midnight, and still found himself not wanting the evening to be over. You felt the same. You both stood outside your front door, a slightly awkward silence between you since neither knew what to do next.

You felt like a teenager getting home from her first date, not knowing if he was gonna kiss you or just say goodnight.

Uncle!Sukuna who feels so out of sorts, like he is a different person standing in front of you. He confidence has waned, and he doesn't know if he should kiss you or not.

Uncle!Sukuna who is surprised when, suddenly your hand is on his chest, pulling him closer, and your lips are touching his.

Uncle!Sukuna who feels his world slow when he kisses you back, hands holding your waist. He pulls you closer, noticing how you fit against him so well. He's reluctant to pull away for air, when it is needed, but that's okay. He doesn't let you go for long, pulling you back in to a more passionate kiss once you've both had a second to breath.

When you both pull away again, your eyes flutter open. Once you meet his gaze, the pure emotion in his eyes, just as dazed as yours, makes you smile.

Uncle!Sukuna who gives you the softest smile ever seen on his face, his hand cradling your cheek. He had never been so gentle, but it felt right.

Uncle!Sukuna who could almost feel himself ready to say the three words he had never told another girl. But he knew that could wait, that there would be a perfect moment to tell you. Because he knew this would not be the last time you kissed.

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happy valentines day! I hope you guys enjoy this little v-day post. If it's a lil short, I'm sorry. I just really wanted to post something fluffy and sweet for the holiday :) lmk what you think!

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bleedingoptimism · 1 year ago

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“I’m sorry Steve, I thought we were just having fun! I enjoyed you taking me out and paying for everything that’s all…” Is what Shelley said to him when Steve walked into the bar and saw her flirting with another guy.

Obviously, he smiled and shook his head, said everything was okay, ‘Just a silly misunderstanding’ and left, ever so graceful. But the second he was outside he cursed, tried not to shed a tear, failed, and then started laughing.

He probably looks like a mad man, or a drunk. But no, don’t worry people, he’s not drunk or crazy, he’s just really, really stupid. He thought Shelley really liked him, he thought they were dating. And Shelley just assumed he was just another playboy so she played him back. He’s not even mad at her. She didn't mean to hurt him. It’s not her fault Steve is just so easy to hurt.

Sighing, he gets his phone out to get an uber and hugs himself even though it’s not really that cold outside, waiting for his car, already imagining the big, greasy burger he’s going to order when he gets home. He deserves it, okay?

The car that pulls out has definitely seen better days, but it’s clean and comfortable so Steve doesn’t think twice about getting in. He offers the driver a smile through the rearview mirror, sparing a moment to notice his eyes are big and dark, and they crinkle when he smiles back at him.

Steve sits stiff and straight for a moment before realizing no one is there to judge him right now and he deflates, sighing again and letting himself collapse against the seat. Still hugging himself to feel any sort of comfort, he bumps his head against the window softly a couple of times.

“Long night?” The driver asks him in a friendly manner.

Steve meets his eyes in the rearview again and shrugs, smiling back crookedly “Thought I should go home early since I already accomplished making an ass of myself for the night”

He checks the uber app for the driver’s name, doesn’t want to be rude by not remembering. ‘Eddie’ chuckles at Steve's statement.

“You did, huh? Well good job on getting it out of the way then,”

Steve chuckles back, “Yeah, I was actually thinking I deserve a treat”

He notices Eddie looking back at him a couple of times before breathing an interested, “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, “A huge cheesy burger or something” Wondering what Eddie was thinking he’d say.

Eddie laughs again, “Oh! Right of course” and just when he’s about to say something else his phone rings.

“Oh, sorry” Eddie murmurs, immediately hanging up on whoever is calling.

“No worries,” Steve mumbles back, sitting up a little straighter again.

“So, what’s your favorite dirty burger place?” Eddie asks him.

Steve can tell he’s trying to distract him from the mood he entered the car with and he really appreciates it.

He sits forward and leans his forearms against the headrest of the passenger seat, “Oh, there’s so many, but…” from this angle, he can see Eddie’s face better, and he can’t help but think he’s got a really nice looking profile, long lashes, full lips, and the cutest nose he’s ever seen, “I think Benny’s the best one” he finishes.

Eddie pulls at a stop light and turns to look at him with a smile and he’s so much prettier than Steve first thought he involuntarily gasps. But thankfully Eddie is talking excitedly and doesn’t seem to notice.

“No way you know Benny’s?! Benny is my uncle! Well, he’s married to my uncle actually- you know what I mean but yeah, Benny’s is great!”

It’s such a weird coincidence that it managed to take Steve out of his stupor and he’s suddenly just as excited as Eddie,

“Really? Oh my god, I’m so jealous right now, I wished I could live at Benny’s sometimes”

Eddie laughs, and just when he opens his mouth to reply his phone rings again. This time he doesn’t immediately hang up and Steve sees the screen light up with the name “you deserve better”

Ouch, he thinks, and his heartstrings tug for his cute, sweet, uber driver. Who offered him friendly conversation cause he noticed he was feeling down and has the most beautiful laugh. He doesn't really know why he feels so strongly about it, he doesn't even know Eddie… but he still feels the text is right. Whoever hurt him, Eddie deserved better.

“Hey,” He says softly when Eddie hangs up cursing.

Eddie sighs again, “I’m so sorry,”

“Hey, no. It’s fine,” Steve replies, resisting the urge to place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

He figures, after the way his night started, he’s got nothing to lose so he says, “So much talk about Benny’s I feel like I need to go there right now.”

Eddie let’s out a distracted “Huh?” and Steve soldiers on, “Wanna change the destination and join me? You can take me home after,”

He notices Eddie doing a double take and blushing, “Really? I- Am- I- okay” he stammers but Steve can’t really figure out why.

“Yeah, you know, that way you don’t lose time on the job and have another ride?” He finishes and Eddie laughs,

“Oh, right. Yeah That- makes sense”

They keep talking about their favorite things on the menu on the way there and soon they are sitting face to face in a booth at Benny’s.

What a pair they make, Steve in a three piece suit, jacket off, vest undone and shirt rolled up to his forearms. And Eddie with sweats and a hoodie.

Eddie is even better looking in the shitty dinner light and the blush that adorns his cheeks ever since they came in makes Steve wanna kiss them to feel their warmth.

Benny himself comes to take their order, and Eddie gets up to hug him and introduces him to Steve. They already know each other, because Steve does come to the dinner often and Benny lets Eddie know that.

Eddie thinks it's hilarious that they both have been here so much and never saw each other before, but Steve can’t help to think it’s a shame.

“I actually would’ve loved to have met you sooner,” he tells Eddie at one point and watches curiously as Eddie’s blush turns a few shades darker.

As they eat, Steve tells Eddie about Shelley, about his hopes, about misreading the situation, about his shame. How he doesn’t even think he liked Shelley that much, but he just wanted to have something real. Eddie gets mad at him for blaming himself, tells him it wasn’t his fault, that he’s being too hard on himself. And it’s not a bad thing to consider but all Steve can think about is how cute Eddie looks when he’s mad on his behalf.

Eventually, Eddie tells Steve about whoever was calling him.

“I met him at my last job. I thought he was so cool but turns out he was actually just cold,” Eddie shrugs, “We dated for like 6 months or something, not that long but, I was miserable the whole time and I didn’t even realize it was because of him.”

Eddie’s hand is tearing up a paper napkin between them and Steve tentatively settles his hand over Eddie’s, who stops destroying the napkin and smiles gratefully at Steve, holding his hand back.

“The worst part is I didn’t even break up with him, he broke up with me,” Eddie chuckles self-deprecatingly, “But he still wanted to keep me around I guess… And I… didn’t want to feel lonely”

They both stay quiet for a moment after that, and Steve stares at their hands joined over the greasy dinner table and thinks about loneliness, about how he doesn't feel it right now, with Eddie.

“So, what happened?” he asks after a bit.

“I did eventually realize he was the one making me feel like shit so I stopped seeing him but he didn’t appreciate my new sense of self-respect,” Eddie says lightly and Steve instinctively squeezes his hand protectively, which makes Eddie smile again, “I’m doing just fine now though, I told him to fuck off and got a new job. And it’s actually pretty good, ya know?”

Steve can’t help but smile back at Eddie’s cute expression, “Yeah?”

“Hell yeah, my own hours? Good money? Plus I’ve always liked driving around, it calms me. And I get to meet really interesting people…” he says, winking at Steve and making him chuckle.

“Well, I’m glad then. Proud of you for getting out of there,”

“Me too,” Eddie says and looks up as Benny walks over to them.

“Sorry to interrupt boys, but we are about to close for the night,” He says, stifling a yawn.

Steve looks surprised at his watch, it’s almost 2 A.M. He can’t believe he’s been sitting here with Eddie for hours when it only felt like a few minutes.

He offers to cover the bill but Benny fights him over it and says it’s his treat. And Eddie offers to take him home no charge. So they get in Eddie’s car again only this time Steve sits next to him instead of in the back and they talk about music on their way to his place while Steve changes the radio stations. Laughing, singing and joking around, it’s such a good time. It feels like they’ve been doing this forever, like they could do this…forever. But eventually they arrive at Steve’s building and suddenly Steve doesn’t want the night to end.

He’s about to tell Eddie as much, maybe invite him inside, when his phone rings again, the ‘you deserve better’ staring at them. But Eddie immediately grabs his phone and hangs up, blocking the number after.

“There, he can’t call me again,” he says with a sigh.

“Can I see your phone for a second?” Steve ventures, making a last second decision.

Eddie looks surprised but curious as he hands it over and Steve punches his phone in.

“If you ever feel like unblocking him, or calling him back… Why don’t you try calling me instead?” he says in a rush and then walks out of the car, not lingering to see Eddie’s reaction.

There’s always the positivity that he got things wrong again, got too invested too soon again and he doesn’t want to know tonight. He’ll deal with it later, if Eddie doesn't call.

🚗📱🍔💙

It takes only two days for Steve’s phone to ring, an unknown number flashing on his screen. He picks it up feeling a little out of breath for no reason at all.

“Hello?”

“Steve?”

“Eddie, I”

“Wait- before you say anything I just want you to know that I didn’t call because I wanted to call him, or I was thinking about him. I called because I can’t stop thinking about you, I wanted to talk to you. Okay?”

“Eddie- yes! It’s more than okay, I- I was hoping you’d call”

fin 💙

☕🥐💕 coffee? oovoo javer?

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #i wrote something #i wish i could come up with more innuendos for steve to drop and eddie to misunderstand cause it was tickling me #ya know i saw that post about the driver and i was inspired. if you are out there uber driver i hope you are okay <3

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𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟏

Ex-Fiancé!Dad!Eddie Munson x Female!Ex-Fiancé!Mom!Reader

I found the divider on Pinterest! Creds to original poster <3

Word Count: 8.2K!

Summary: After Eddie’s biggest dream comes true, he leaves you behind believing it was for the best.

Warnings: ANGST (lots!) with a happyish ending, Eddie and reader are parents, Mentions of sex but no actual smut, Mentions of almost having a miscarriage, Lots of crying!!…These are the main warnings but again, please feel free to let me know of any I missed!…Happy reading! <3

November in Hawkins, 1992

It was a stupid idea. You knew better than to go through with the idea and yet, here you are-standing in the middle of the old, grimy Hawkins bar in a full crowd of drunks and some people who didn’t even look old enough to be here. You were at The Hideout on a random Tuesday night in the middle of fall. Your friend, who you loved so dearly-just not now- had dragged you from your warm comfortable bed to watch a band play.

“It’s gonna be a big show, they rarely do those anymore! you have to come with me. I heard people say a big band was coming to play. Apparently this was their childhood home. Come on, please!” You knew better. You got an uncomfortable feeling in your gut when she proposed the idea and now you were wishing you had trusted your inner instinct. Because now, with teary eyes, you were watching your ex-high school sweetheart play and sing his heart out on stage. He was holding that stupid guitar he cherished possibly more than anything else in his life. His sweetheart. The same guitar his uncle Wayne gifted him on his 16th birthday and the same guitar he held so proudly with a big smile as he showed it off to you the moment he unwrapped it.

Yes, Eddie Munson had made it big. Now he was back home singing one of the band’s hit songs that was constantly replayed on the radio wherever you went. You hadn’t expected it, though you should have. The band was labeled as the number one rock band a couple of months ago. You saw it on a magazine’s cover as you pushed a shopping cart down the book aisle of the grocery store.

Now, his eyes interlocked with your own, shock present in his brown irises. His voice faltered for a split second before picking up right where he left off. When the show wrapped up, he was quick to shout out his goodbyes to the crowd and give his thanks for the love shown to his band mates and himself. “Thank you Hawkins. We’ll see you next time.” With one last dramatic bow, he made his way backstage then made his way back out to the crowd, pushing through the strangers he didn’t recognize. He had one destination he had to get to: you.

You saw the determination in his eyes and it made you panic. You couldn’t look away, but you forced yourself to turn to your friend. “Uh Mace, I have to go. I gotta get back to Robin and Paxton. Love you so much see you tomorrow, bye.” You gave her no time to respond, pressing a quick peck to her cheek before rushing out the bar. You pushed the doors open and once you heard them shut behind you, you turned to check if he was behind you. -He wasn’t, so you began to make your way to your car.

Unlocking the car and finally getting in, the last few minutes replayed in your head like a broken record. You could feel the hot tears pouring out your eyes like never ending rivers of sadness. You began your drive home, not noticing the tall figure that belonged to Eddie standing right by the shut doors of the bar.

“You’re home early.” Robin speaks when you turn around after locking the front door. “Yeah, I didn’t feel so good after my second drink.” You smiled weakly before walking over to the brown couch in your living room and taking a seat. “How was my little munchkin?” Right after your question, your three year old who sat on the rug in front of you spun around on his bottom and stood up with a million dollar smile at the sight of you. “Mama! I missed you!” He screeched, running to you and hopping on your lap. You caught him and hugged him close to you, running your fingers through his dark brown curls.

“How’s my little man? You have fun making aunt Robin pull her hair out?” He giggled before turning to his aunt Robin. “Nooo, we made cookies for you mama. Look!” His chubby little finger pointed to the wood counter across the living room where the tray of homemade chocolate chip cookies lay. You let out a little gasp of surprise. “For me? you shouldn’t have” You tickled his little belly as his little baby laughs filled the living room before setting him down on the ground again so he could continue playing with his toys and watching the Garfield show on the television while you talked to Robin.

“He wasn’t too much trouble right? Here let me pay you before I forget-“ You stopped talking when you felt Robin’s hand land on yours as you reached inside your purse. “You owe me nothing dude. I already told you i’d gladly watch over my favorite nephew for free whenever you need me to. We’re friends.” You smiled in gratitude. “Thank you Robin. I really appreciate that.” She scoffed playfully. “Of course. I’m honestly kind of offended you think i’d make you pay for my babysitting services to my favorite nephew.” You chuckled when she continued, “Anyways, I should give Dingus a call to come pick me up. I still got work tomorrow.” She made a fake gagging noise before standing up and making her way to the phone.

You waited with her on the couch, joining in on watching the fat orange cat who loved lasagna with Paxton. The moment was comforting for a while and it even made you forget everything that happened at the bar for a while, but then the screech of the doorbell rang through the house. “I’ll get it.” Robin stood up to open the door and she shouted a slightly loud “Bye!” to Paxton and you as she and Steve Harrington made their way to his car. You waved them off before turning over to your kid.

Staring at him playing on the floor and babbling to himself gave you an unexpected feeling of longing in your chest. He was a replica of Eddie. He inherited his messy brown curls, smile, attitude, taste in music (considering it was the only thing you played around the house, it was bound to happen), and even some little quirks Eddie had. You could see one in play now- his little tongue was sticking out in concentration as he stacked his large blocks in pattern from blue to red. Deciding it was time for him to go to bed, you called out to him. “Paxton come on baby it’s time to go to sleep. Did aunt Robin give you a bath?” He nodded his head and his curls bounced with the action.

“Jus’ need to brush my teef.” Thank god, your kid was a good kid. While he did go through the terrible twos stage, he calmed down over time and turned out to be an honest little man, unlike his father. “Alright let’s go brush ‘em then i’ll read you a story. Sound good?” He nodded before standing up and climbing up the stairs with your hand behind his back. When the routine was done and he was sound asleep in his small hot wheels bed, you made your way down stairs once again to pick up the toys he left behind and shut the tv off. Once all the lights were off downstairs, you made your way to your own room.

The room felt empty, just like it had the day you moved in alone with Paxton in your belly. You laid on your full sized bed and stared off into nothing. Your eyes caught sight of your jewelry tray on your nightstand, and in it was your engagement ring. The one Eddie had proposed to you with before everything changed for the worst- or best. You thought back to the moments that lead to your life now.

January in Hawkins, 1988

“Angel! Are you ready?” You heard Eddie’s voice through the thin walls of the trailer he and his uncle occupied. He had surprised you earlier today by letting you know he had landed a spot at a very fancy restaurant for your anniversary. “Yeah, Almost!” He responded almost immediately, “Come on baby I don’t wanna be late! You know how these snobby rich people are with their reservations!” You walked out of the bathroom looking as beautiful as ever. The flowy scarlet red dress rustled with your movement as you made your way up to Eddie. “I’m ready, Handsome.”

“God, you look delicious.” He pressed a quick kiss to your red lips before pulling away so he wouldn’t get carried away. “Alright, let’s hit the road, sweetheart.” The drive wasn’t so long. Ozzy’s voice playing through the radio made the ride more bearable. Pulling up to the fancy restaurant, you turned the knob to lower down the volume so you wouldn’t draw any unwanted attention to you and your boyfriend. “You ready for this, Edward?” He groaned in displeasure at the use of his legal name. “Ready as i’ll ever be, bug.” He got you back using the nickname Wayne had given you when a bug had landed on you one day at the trailer and you freaked out immediately, running all over the place like a headless chicken.

You both hopped out of the van, feeling out of place already with all the fancy new cars in the lot. You felt the nerves radiating off each other and went to hold the other’s hand. Smiling to each other, you gave each other the courage to continue your passage to the main door. Walking in felt like you guys were performers at the circus with the waitress being the crowd. It was clear as day you guys had no idea what to do, so she guided you both along the way. Once you guys were seated, you both let out loud exhales through your mouths and stared at the menu in pure shock at the prices. So much for a serving you’ll only see once in your life?

You swear, Eddie could’ve taken you to Mcdonald’s and you’d still be the happiest girl on earth because you had him. That was all that mattered to you. It was still nice to be wined and dined, though. “I can’t even pronounce most of this shit.” You giggled to yourself as you noticed the old couple next to you shoot him a dirty look at his foul mouth. He was right, rich people were snobby. He didn’t notice it, of course, or he just didn’t care. You loved that about him. How free he was. You could only wish you had the confidence he did.

The food was served out to you guys in no time after you ordered it. You couldn’t lie to yourself even if you wanted to, it was way better than the greasy burgers you stuck with in true Hawkins style. After the filling plates of food and a light dessert, Eddie’s leg began to bounce up and down. He was nervous, you could see. “You okay babe? If this is too much, we can leave. I mean, we already finished eat-“ He cut you off abruptly, “No! no, it’s not that I just-“

He stopped speaking and looked at you with the most serious and love struck eyes you’ve ever seen him wear. “Sweetheart, light of my life, I talked with your mom a while ago and I…well, I got her blessing. The past few years have honestly been the best years of my life. You made all of my high school years bearable. We have created so many great memories together and I want to spend the rest of my life creating more with you. You’ve taught me how to love like no other. I never want to lose you... So being here right now with you, I ask you…Will you marry me?”

With teary eyes, and a heart pounding in your chest like a line of a million ants playing the drums at once, you nodded your head with desperation. “Yes Eddie! God, yes!” He stood up from his seat opposite of yours, rushing to press a searing kiss on your lips. Reaching into the left pocket of his dress pants, he pulled out a small violet box. “I,uh, I know it’s not much…but I managed to scrap up most of the money from my deals to get you a ring…But don’t think it’s a forever thing. One day, I’ll get you the big fancy diamond you deserve. I promise sweetheart.”

He opened the small box to reveal a silver ring with a small carat diamond in the middle. It was circular with a silver band wrapped around it in an infinity symbol design. Sure, it wasn’t the most expensive ring on the catalog, but it was beautiful. And it was yours. He slipped it on the ring finger of your left hand and pressed a light kiss on it. You smiled up at him and stared at the ring for a second before standing from your seat to give him a bear hug and a kiss that poured all the love you felt for him. “I love you so much Eddie.” He smiled, “I love you Sweetheart.”

March in Hawkins, 1988

February and the beginning of March felt like you were on cloud nine constantly. Wayne was over the moon when you came home that night with the ring on your finger. He congratulated you and Eddie and even acted like a teenage girl when you proudly showed him the ring.

The end of March was when it all came crashing down for you guys.

You were practically already living in the trailer with the two men. Wayne had explained to you that since you were over almost everyday, and most of Eddie’s drawer space was occupied with your clothes, that it would be a smart idea to move in. Your mother was fine with it. They both agreed that you and Eddie should be spending time living together at the trailer before finding your own place. The only con was that you’d have to slow down on the sex to save Wayne’s poor ears and sanity. Eddie had pouted when Wayne laid the rule out.

Eddie raced down the small living room of the empty trailer at the sound of the phone ringing. You had gone out with your friends today, and Wayne was working a shift at the plant, leaving Eddie alone. A few days ago, Eddie and his band mates had sent off a sample of an original song they produced to a popular record label in Los Angeles. You hadn’t known about this. Eddie preferred to keep it that way. He had threatened the boys with their D&D character’s destiny to not let out a single word about it.

Now, he raised the phone up to his ear after taking in a deep breath and releasing. “Hello, this is the Munson residence, Eddie speaking, how may I help you?” There was a gruff voice on the other side, and Eddie’s face lit up with every word he heard over the technology. “Yes, Yes of course. I will let the others know. You will not be disappointed. Alright, thank you. Bye bye.” In between his responses, his fist covered with thick rings punched through the air in celebration. If anyone were to see him from the window across from the phone, they’d surely think he was crazy. When he hung up the phone, he jumped up and down from pure excitement.

His smile faded after a moment. He knew what he had to do, he knew what this would mean for his relationship. He had made up his mind the minute he sent off the recording. He knew about your plans for college. You had told him during your Junior year that you wanted to study at the Hawkins community college so you wouldn’t have to be so far from your mother or him. At that time, he had pulled you into a hug with a kiss on the head and said, “Whatever you think is best for you, sweet girl.”

He knew how excited you were to study what you loved most while still being so close to your family. He couldn’t rip that from your hands. Those were your dreams. Who was he to take them from you? So when he sent off the recording he thought long and hard to himself while holding you close to him in the cold night. He had decided that he would tell you on the day the call came in, that he was moving to Los Angeles with the band no matter what. The boys and him had planned the drive themselves. They would be leaving within a couple of days. He would tell you about the call and explain to you that he would go by himself.

He would be leaving with his band mates, of course, just…not with you. He’d tell you that you have to stay, and that you have to go to the college you always wanted to go to. Of course he hated the idea that you weren’t going to be there with him when his dreams are made, but he’d have to set himself aside if it meant your dreams would come true too. So he waited for you to come home. He sat on the old sofa in the silence that left him to think. His leg was bouncing in anxiety and he felt like running away from his plan. But he couldn’t do that. Not to you, his band mates, or himself. He knew if he gave you the chance to go with him and leave your plans behind, you would. He really did not want that.

When you came home that evening, the air was thick with something you couldn’t set your finger on. The usual sound of the television playing The Garfield Show was missing and it felt quite unsettling. You walked through the door to be met with Eddie on the couch, head in his hands. You kicked off your shoes and set your purse down on the wooden square table in the middle of the living room. “Ed’s? you okay?” He looked up at you with his brown eyes. “Hey Angel. Uh, I wanna…wanna talk to you. I need you to listen to what i’m going to say. Please. Just…listen.”

You sat down on the cushion next to him and gave him an unsure smile. “Eddie you’re scaring me.” He shook his head from left to right softly. “Just listen, please. I-well, the boys and I..” You knew he was talking about his band mates. “We sent a recording of the song we wrote to a Record Label in Los Angeles and they, uh, they want to sign us to a two year deal.” A smile spread across your face in an immediate reaction of proudness. “Ed’s that’s amazing-“

He cut you off, “Yeah, it is. Uhm, well, they want us to be there in a couple of days and uh, me and the boys already planned the trip so we’re all set to go…” You cut in, “So we’re leaving for Los Angeles? When?” His face showed no excitement, only sorrow. “Oh sweetheart, I am so sorry.” His eyes welled up. “I can’t-I can’t ask you to leave your life behind for me. I know that you have your dreams set here and… I just can’t do that to you.” He shook his head as if the thought plagued his mind sourly like no other.

Your eyes swelled up along with his. “Eddie, please don’t do this to me. You mean everything to me. I want to go with you, I want to support you with this, I mean- it’s been your dream since you were little. Please don’t do this to me.” He shook his head again, standing up. “FUCK! Don’t. Don’t say that. You can’t throw your dreams away for mine. That’s just not fair to you sweetheart.” His hand went up to his face and covered his eyes in a meek attempt to not have to look into your heartbroken eyes. “Eddie I get to make that choice for myself, not you. I want to go with you. Don’t I mean anything to you?” You sobbed, “I’d leave it all behind in a heartbeat if it means I get to be with you.”

“That’s not fair, Sweetheart. You have to stay and go to college. You’ve gotta stay with your mom. Didn’t you say you wanted to stay just for her? To help her?” He was hitting you right where it hurt, and he knew it. You were sobbing on the couch, unable to hold it together. “I thought we were a forever thing Eddie… I guess forever meant nothing to you the whole time. I hope-I hope everything goes well for you.” You choked on your words when a whimper escaped your throat, and you stood from where you sat to pull his hand from his face and set down the ring he had proposed to you with.

You walked up to the door after grabbing your purse and looked back at him for a second. His face shattered your heart into a million pieces. “I’ll come by to get my stuff when you’re gone. Goodbye Eddie.”

………

Sure enough, four days later, you had come back to the trailer in search of your belongings. Steve had been kind enough to talk to Wayne about everything that had gone down, and Wayne was kind enough to lend him the key that was once Eddie’s and yours to the trailer so you could stop by while he wasn’t around. He understood everything and had even given Eddie a call to which his nephew hung up to once he got angry at Wayne for defending your reasons.

You hadn’t been feeling so good, obviously, and it was clear to Steve. “You okay?” He asked, looking at your appearance with furrowed brows. “Peachy.” You responded, shoving the key into the doorknob. You were wearing one of Eddie’s shirts that he had made himself. It had a Corroded Coffin design on it which you found ironic. You paired the shirt with some shorts to fight the scorching hot Indiana weather.

When you walked in the atmosphere was cold. And when you walked into Eddie’s room, it was even worse. The minute your eyes fell on an old picture frame of you guys in your graduation gowns, you broke. Hearing your broken sob, Steve rushed in right behind you to pull you into a hug. “Shh it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay. You want me to help you get your stuff so we could get out of here faster?” You nodded into his chest and he immediately got to work. He packed the clothes you left behind in the small duffel bag you carried in with you. When all of it was packed up, it felt so final, and it hurt.

You couldn’t keep your tears at bay and Steve was so kind about it. He sat you down on the bed you once shared with your lover and let you get it all out. When your sobs subsided, he spoke softly, “Hey…so uh, I don’t really know how to go about this but uhm, I did see Eddie the day he left and well…He told me to return this to you.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the same small box that held your engagement ring. If you thought you were done crying, you were so wrong.

The tears came in waves. When you opened the box, you revealed the same ring Eddie had proposed to you with. As much as you hated the fact, it made your heart skip a beat with hope. Hope that he had regretted his decision. Hope that he was coming back. For you. But of course, hope is a dangerous thing, and you knew better. So you set your feelings aside and looked at Steve. “I guess it’s time to go now. Thanks for helping me so much today Steve.” He only smiled in response and both of you made your way out to his car ready to go to your respective homes.

April in Hawkins, 1988

Not so long after Eddie left, you began to feel sick. You were haunted with morning sickness, dizzy spells, and so much tiredness. A part of you already knew what was wrong with you, and the other part denied it. It couldn’t be. When your best friend proposed the idea of taking a pregnancy test you called her crazy. And at some point, she said enough was enough. She talked to you in the most serious tone you’d ever seen on her. “You are my best friend and I care for you. A lot. And as much as you want to run away from this, you can’t. If you do end up to be carrying Eddie’s child, you have to do better for yourself and for the baby. Whether you want to keep it or not is not my business. But as your best friend, i’m telling you that your best course of action is to call Eddie and let him know.”

You knew she was right. It was time to stop having pity parties for yourself and time to begin thinking about what you were going to do. When the expensive stick marked two very visible lines on it, there was no denying it. You were pregnant with Eddie’s child. Your mind thought back to the moment where this happened. You and Eddie were in such a rush to have sex that the thought of a condom hadn’t even crossed your minds.

You couldn’t cry anymore. You knew you had your best friend’s support with you. She was there when you told your mom. She wasn’t the happiest, but she showed her support in the best way she could. Your mom helped you hunt down Eddie’s number. It was rough but you guys managed. The first time you rang him, your heart was beating right out of your chest. Your nerves were eating you alive.

He didn’t answer the first time. Nor the second or third. You gave up for the day, deciding that tomorrow would be a better day, but it wasn’t. Eddie never picked up his phone. Perhaps he thought it was some of his fans messing around, but he never once bothered to find out.

November in Hawkins, 1988

The first few months were hard, but you felt that you had a strong support system. Between light jobs and some of Steve’s help, you managed to score a two bedroom apartment close to your mother’s own apartment. It wasn’t easy, but you managed to get by, only buying necessities and skipping out on expensive furniture. It was a good home to raise your baby in for his first few years of life until you scrapped up enough money for a better home.

On November 28th, your beautiful baby boy was born. Paxton Elijah Munson was born at six a.m. in the morning. He was absolutely beautiful in your eyes. Your mother was in the delivery room with you, offering her moral support the whole time. When you looked into Paxtons eyes for the first time, you couldn’t help but to tear up. They were Eddie’s eyes. They were just beautiful on your baby boy.

Eddie never called back and overtime you felt that it was for the best. Your wound was beginning to heal overtime. You had so much love around you and things were starting to look up after a long time of pure heartbreak.

November in Hawkins, 1992

You were brought back to your senses when you heard a small smack against your bedroom door. It made you hop up in immediate panic before you calmed yourself down and told yourself you were fine. You got off your bed and opened the door to reveal your three year old on the other side. “Pax? What’s wrong baby?” He had two streaks of tears running down his tiny cheeks and he looked at you with the biggest eyes you’ve ever seen. “I had a bad d-dream…Can I sleeps w-with you?” His little voice broke your heart and you pulled him into a reassuring hug.

“Of course, come on let’s get you to sleep.” You picked him up by his under arms and set him down on your bed. You pulled up the blankets to cover him before settling yourself in right next to him. “You excited for your birthday? It’s coming up in a couple days.” He giggled at the reminder and nodded excitedly. “Yes! Am gonna get a lot of toys! Auntie Robin tolded me.” You smiled at his adorableness, “Well you better get some sleep so the day could come faster.” With that, you pressed a kiss on his forehead and he shut his eyes to finally catch some sleep.

You stayed up for a while just thinking about your run in with Eddie today. What were the odds of that happening the minute you were starting to feel okay again?

………

The next day, you woke up with the alarm clock ringing loudly in your ears at seven a.m. It was time for Paxton to get ready for daycare. You had already settled with Steve that he would be the one to drop him off today so you could get to your workplace on time. You helped Paxton get ready and once he finished his breakfast, right on time, the doorbell rang. You walked Paxton out and gave him a bunch of little kisses around his face before sending him off for his couple of hours at daycare.

………

Steve drove Paxton to school. When they arrived, he helped the small boy out of his booster seat and walked him up to the large front doors where a worker waited for all the kids to show up. He dropped him off with a final fist bump before setting off to his car.

Next to the building of the daycare, there was a cafe. As Steve walked to his parked car, a certain rockstar was making his way over to the front door of the said cafe. When Eddie looked up from the pavement he was walking on, he was met with a sight he never thought he would see. Steve Harrington walking back to his car after dropping off his kid at his daycare? He jogged over to Steve’s parked BMW and patted the man on his back. “Hey, Steve! How are ya man? It’s been so long!” Steve recovered from his shock and responded with, “Oh hey Eddie. How uh, how’s it going?” Eddie looked different now. Not a drastic change but he seemed more grown.

“Ah I can’t complain. The bands doing great.” He smiled. “That’s nice man. I actually have to get going though so…I’ll uh see you around I guess.” Eddie’s smile faded, “Oh alright then, I’ll see you around.” Steve gave him an awkward smile before hopping into his car and beginning to drive away. Eddie stood there stunned for a minute at the interaction before pulling his thoughts together. ‘Harringtons got a kid? Poor kid.’ He chuckled to himself before finally making his way into the cafe.

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You were stocking up on the candy isle at Bradley’s Big Buy grocery store before you turned around only to be met with Steve standing right in front of you. “Oh! Hey Steve.” He looked at you with desperation in his eyes. “Munsons back in town.” You shuffled on your feet uncomfortably before responding, “Yeah I actually saw him last night…He was playing at the bar.” Steve just stared at you with widen eyes. You gasped, “Wait, he didn’t see Paxton, did he?” Steve just nodded his head from left to right. “No, he only saw me come out the daycare, don’t worry.” You exhaled in relief.

“Wait, you said you saw him last night? What the hell is he doing back here?” You shrugged your shoulders and continued to stock the bright colored M&Ms. “My guess? It must be part of a tour. Or maybe he’s here to visit Wayne.” Steve nodded, “Alright…Well I should get going. My shift starts in 15 minutes.” He blew a raspberry at his mention of work before turning on his heels to make his way out the store.

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Eddie had many regrets. He tried to drown out most of them with booze and groupies. There was a few regrets that were just too big to drown out with anything. One of those were not visiting his uncle so often.

He felt like a teenage boy once again as he pounded his fist on the raggedy old trailer door that belonged to his uncle. He knew Sundays and Mondays were Wayne’s days off, he just hoped that stayed the same. He was about to turn on his heels to leave when the door pulled open with force. He saw his uncle who looked a bit more aged with time. “Eddie?”

“Hey Wayne.” He smiled, “Can I uh, come in?” The old man pulled the door open some more and moved aside to let the man in. Eddie took a look around the small trailer. Almost nothing had changed since he left, save for the slightly bigger television and a new record player sitting on the old coffee table. He turned to look at his uncle who was staring at him with unfamiliar eyes. “I uh, I know I left with a rough attitude but uhm…I came back to try and make things right. If-If you’d let me I want to-to apologize to you for how I responded to you on our last phone call. I know it’s been quite a while and I understand if you feel some type of way about me but…I just want a chance at making things right. Please.”

Wayne nodded his head slowly, “I missed ya, son. You’ve got no damn idea.” He smiled and walked up to Eddie, pulling him into a hug. It was short, but it was enough for both of them to feel the warmth. When Eddie pulled away, his eyes were rimmed with tears. “I wanna make things right, Wayne. I miss her so much. I tried to chase the empty feeling away with girls but I just-I can’t.” His voice was filled with regret and shame when he admitted he had been with other girls.

Wayne just looked at him with pity. “Well I can’t tell you much son. Last I heard she moved into a new apartment near her mamas house. Haven’t heard anythin’ else since.” Eddie nodded in surrender. “Is it okay if I go check out my room? Unless you made it yours, then…” Wayne responded quickly, “Ah i’m sorry, son. I switched it up a bit and made it my room. But I saved you a couple’a things.” The old man walked for a bit, stopping in front of a storage box next to the kitchen counters. He pulled it out and set it right in front of Eddie. “Here ya go.”

Eddie lifted the cap off the box and was met with the objects that made up your memories. He pulled up the framed picture of you guys in your cap and gowns that was at the very top of the other items. Most of them were pictures, others some pieces of clothing or small artifacts you had left behind. He made his decision when he pulled out the final picture of you guys, a picture where you smiled a toothy grin while proudly showing off your engagement ring to the camera, Eddie holding you from behind. He was going to seek you out and get you back. Just like you had tried all those years ago.

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Eddie had a change of character overtime, along with a change of interests in different areas. He swapped out his trusty old van for a new red Bugatti eb110. It looked like an object from outer space as it sped down through the roads of Hawkins. He had somewhere to be and he ignored all the stares from pedestrians as he drove away.

He finally arrived after a short drive from Wayne’s trailer to your mother’s apartment. His fist was shaking with nerves as he raised it up to the front door. Knocking his fist against the door three times, he waited for a couple of seconds before the lock was heard being unlocked. When your mother saw him standing in front of her, the shock was present on her face. “Eddie? What are you doing here? God, it’s been so long! Come on in.”

Of course she knew everything that had gone on between you two but she had a big heart, and although you were her daughter, she felt that both of you guys had been wrong. When you first ran to her with the news she had been your biggest supporter, helping you through all the emotions you were going through. She opened the door wider so Eddie could step in and led him over to the couch. Once again, there were no immediate noticeable changes in the home aside from some new decorations.

“So what brings you around again? When did you arrive?” She asked with a smile on her face. Eddie took a look around the room. He noticed a couple of objects that would typically be owned by a toddler lying around the floor. He summed up in his mind that they most likely belonged to Harrington’s child, though it wouldn’t make sense. Maybe your mom helped Harrington with the kid? Yeah, that made sense to Eddie.

“I actually just arrived Yesterday. I played a show at The Hideout last night.” He left out the most important detail. “I was actually here to ask you for…well for your daughter’s address…” There was an awkward pause of silence before she spoke again. “Oh, Eddie. Is that what made you come back?” Her eyes held pity as she asked him. He nodded his head bashfully. “Yeah. That was part of it. I convinced my managers to mark a show date here just so I can speak to her. I hate the way things ended between us and I just want a chance to make it right.”

Your mom pressed a hand to her chest and made a cooing noise at his display of desperation to make things right. “Of course Sweetie. Here let me write down the address for you.” She stood from her seat and grabbed a small note pad along with a pen. She scribbled down the address then began to hand it over to Eddie but pulled her hand back right before he could grab it.

“Now Eddie, we both know she’s not so quick to forgive people. But I also know some things that she may not have exactly explained yet to you. It’s not my place to say anything about it but I ask that you are patient with her. And I ask you ahead of time to forgive her. Good luck, be careful, and be patient.”

Now Eddie was scared. What have you been hiding from him that it had your own mother saying these things? Considering it had been years since you two have last spoken, he felt as if nothing in the world could make him angry at you. He just knew he missed you. Then he thought to himself: ‘Is she married? Is she sick? Will she okay?’ He shook the thoughts away and looked at your mother after she finally handed him the note. “Thank you for this. Uhm I guess i’ll see you around. Thank you so much again.” He turned on his heel and made his way out the door.

He returned to his car with the biggest pit in his chest. He was worried now.

When he knocked on your front door nobody answered. He took a look around to make sure he was at the right address before realizing all the lights were off inside. ‘Shit. I guess i’ll have to come back tomorrow.’

………

When you got home from work, you were exhausted. You had picked up Paxton from daycare and the little boy was fueled with energy from the artificial sugars in the kool-aids the daycare had provided for him. “Paxton don’t run in the house baby you’re gonna get hurt.” The three year old giggled and settled down in front of the tv as you served the spaghetti in a small plastic bowl and set it on the table.

When dinner was done you guys began your usual night routines. Once everything was settled down, you walked into your room feeling happy that tomorrow was finally your day off work.

When you woke up, you made breakfast for yourself and Paxton while he played with his toys. The doorbell rang and you smiled as you knew exactly who it was. When you opened the door you were proven right as you were met with Steve on the other side. “Hey come in.” He walked in, making his way over to give Paxton a light ruffle on his head. “What’s up buddy?” The smile stayed permanent on your face as you served up the pancakes, eggs, and bacon on three separate plates, the spider-man printed plastic one for Paxton of course. “Nancy not coming today?” you asked Steve.

“Ah no she’s really tired from work. She decided to sleep in today.” You hummed in response and called both of them over to the dinner table. “How has she been feeling lately with the pregnancy and all?” He stabbed a piece of pancake with his fork and answered before shoving the fork in his mouth. “She’s been alright. Since she’s still in the first trimester she says she wants to wait until she’s fully done with it to go on maternity leave.” You nodded.

“Well tell her to take things slow and steady. Oh and tell her i’m going to visit her one of these days for sure.” He smiled and nodded his head. Once all the food was done and the dishes were in the sink, he told you to go ahead and have a shower so you could relax for a while in your room. You thanked him and went off to do just that. He stayed behind with Paxton and toyed around with his action figures and cars.

………

You were lying on your bead reading a book when you heard the doorbell once again. Your brows furrowed in confusion before you heard the door being opened by Steve. You figured he’d come get you if it was anything important.

Downstairs, Steve was freaking out. “Eddie, man what are you doing here?” He closed the door behind him in a protective mode as Eddie tried to get a look in. Eddies eyebrows furrowed as he saw one of his old friends standing in front of him again. “What are you doing here?” He asked where you were and Steve only shook his head before responding. “You shouldn’t be here right now man. Who even gave you her address?”

Now Eddie was getting suspicious. Why was Steve of all people getting so protective of you? “I really need to talk to her. You don’t understand. Please man.” While Steve still wasn’t so sure about it, he knew it was your home after all. He also knew he had no place to say whether or not Eddie could come in. So pushing his pride aside, he opened the door wider and looked back at Eddie. “She’s in her room. Upstairs to the right. If I hear a single word come out of her mouth suggesting she really does not want you here, I will personally get you out myself. Understand?”

Eddie nodded and made a b-line for your room. He walked by so fast he didn’t notice the scattered toys around the living room, or the little boy in the middle of the said scattered toys. He stopped at the front of your room door and walked in without knocking. He knew he shouldn’t have but a part of him knew you’d only shut him out if you knew he was here. So he walked in, taking note of your form on the bed with a book in hand. You looked up from the pages filled with black ink expecting Steve.

The shock was evident on your face. You looked just like your mother when she had seen Eddie outside her apartment.

“Sweetheart.” It was the only word Eddie could make come out of his mouth and even then it came out broken and shaky. “What are you doing here.” You didn’t ask, but demanded. Your words came out rushed and you shut your book with force and stood from where you lay. Eddie stared at you for a whole 10 seconds just taking in your features. Almost nothing had changed and it brought him a sense of longing to just reach out and caress your face while also telling you how much he missed you.

“I just- I just want to talk to you.” He whispered your name and couldn’t get anything out after that. “Well, speak.” You couldn’t do this. It had only been a minute and you already felt like you couldn’t breathe. “W-Well to be honest, I hadn’t really…planned out what I would say but I just want to start off by telling you that I missed you. A lot. And uh, I-uh, shit. I’m really sorry sweetheart. I’m really really sorry.” He couldn’t keep it in. As much as he tried, he just wasn’t strong enough so he let his emotions take over. He began to sob as he looked into your broken eyes.

“I know it’s easy for me to just say it but…I need you to know how true it is. I need you to know that I regret everything. Nothing felt right when I did it without you by my side. I tried so hard to be present and happy that I had finally made it, but I just couldn’t. I couldn’t do it sweetheart.” He paused for a moment to let out another broken sob, and it made you break alongside him. “I wanted so badly to pretend that everything was alright and that…and that I would be okay despite everything. But I knew better. And I am truly so sorry that I ever thought I could.” He sniffled.

Your face contorted with sadness and you felt that you had to sit down before you collapsed. You sat on your bed and pressed a hand against your mouth to cover up your sobs. The room was silent for a moment, save for the sounds that were escaping you both. When you felt you were composed enough to say something, you muttered out into the air, “I didn’t end up going to college.” He looked at you in shock. Before he could ask you anything, you continued.

“I couldn’t do anything with myself. I felt…broken. Like I had nothing left to do with myself. Like it wasn’t worth it to do anything…I lost myself for a while.” He stayed silent as you spoke. “Look at me, Eddie.” He looked up from the floor and back into your eyes. “I became nothing. I have almost nothing to my name. All of this.” You moved your hands in a “look around” motion. “Came mostly from Steve.”

You took a deep breath in before continuing, “Eddie…I was pregnant before you left.” He looked at you with widen eyes. You sobbed again and said, “I couldn’t do anything with myself because I was pregnant. With your child…I fell into a deep depression right after I found out that…I almost lost him.” This time, a sob escaped him and he brought his hand up to run it through his curls. “Fuck.” He whispered to himself. You let out an unamused chuckle. “Yeah. Fuck.”

He walked up to where you were sitting and got on his knees in front of you. “Sweetheart, please forgive me. I was a fucking idiot. I want to make things right if…if you let me. I want to meet him. I want to be the father he deserves. I want to make things right.” You didn’t know what to say. All you could do was nod your head slowly. After a moment, you gathered your words. “We’ve got a long way to go, Eddie. It’ll take time but…I’m willing to introduce you to him slowly. And i’ll only go through with it if he’s comfortable with it.”

He smiled. A small one, but a smile nonetheless. “Yes, of course. However long it takes, I just want to be there for him.” You stood up and pulled him into a hug. The tears began to roll down your cheeks again. “I missed you.” He squeezed you tighter. “I missed you too sweetheart.”

Note: Ahh!!! I’m so happy with how this one turned out but I know there’s always room for improvement, so if anyone has any tips please feel free to share! There will be a part 2 to this story if anybody is interested in it. Thank so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Bye bye! <3

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Drinking Buddies

John Price x wife!reader OC

Summary: John’s drunk night out with 141.

Warnings: Sexual themes, alcohol, intoxication, vomiting, not edited.

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It was getting late for what you considered a night out for your husband and his drinking buddies. John and his best mate Sam had decided a month ago to grab drinks with some friends and he had the 141 boys tag along. It was out of character for John to try and mix friends but he’d been so satisfied with his men’s work on their last deployment he insisted on treating for drinks.

When you listened to him chat your ear off about how his close friends would like ‘the lads’ you were surprised. You loved John’s friends, you’d known them much longer than Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. They were there when you first started dating John, for your wedding, when you brought your babies home, holidays, birthdays, countless camping trips, endless pubs and drunk nights. These friends John had since young adulthood and childhood felt like a second family a lot of the time. You knew John was right, his good friends who weren’t military were great people and would get along well with 141. The one thing they all had in common is they all adored your kids.

Hell, your kids called Sam, John’s closest friend, their bonus uncle. Sam charmingly had the nickname of ‘Sunny’ to your kids and you weren’t sure how Jj came up with it when he was three but it had stuck. They also adored the 141 boys so you were excited for your husband to go out to a pub, drink beer surrounded by close friends who truly cared. He deserved to have a night off as a dad and have fun.

The cars tires rolled over a gravely parking lot as you found a spot near the front. This was a pub that you knew Simon Riley liked because John would meet up with him here from time to time. It was a lone building off an old country road. It seemed to be swallowed by trees on three sides, save the road it sat on. The one story building was old on the outside and inside. It always surprised you how it could become packed at times and it brought in a crowd from young twenty somethings to elderly patrons who were regulars.

Hopping out of John’s truck your boots crunched against the gravel. Looking up into the night sky with a smile, you breathed out to watch your breath turn white and billow upward. It was the perfect kind of crisp night, one where a sweatshirt and leggings were enough to keep you warm. The air smelled of evergreens, campfires, and a damp forest.

“Indy! You made it!” Soap was standing outside in the cool night air. Cigarette in hand and a flushed rosy tint decorated his cheeks with a large toothy grin plastered across his stubbly face.

“He alive?” You asked jumping up on to the curb and reaching out to hug the intoxicated Scotsman. He gave you a tight hug and then offered you a drag of his cigarette. The smell of cigarette smoke almost covered up the scotch on his breath.

“I’m good.” You laughed off the gesture and watched Soap take a drag. The cherry red tip burned orange and then dimmed back into a warm ruby glow.

“He’s piss drunk. Never seen the Captain like this before, we’ll have to wheel him out.” With a hearty chuckle Soap tossed the hand rolled tobacco to the ground and snubbed it with the toe of his military grade boots.

“Oh, god. Drunk John can be a handful.” You laughed having not seen your husband out of control drunk in what felt like ages.

Walking into the pub behind Soap it was decently filled with patrons around your age and older. There was music playing, loud chatter, playful arguments, and drunks loudly calling for another round. Your eyes scanned the room and you quickly caught sight of the group of rowdy men by the pool table in the back left corner. Simon was taking his turn while Sam stood next to him, pool stick in hand and talking to Gaz who seemed to be dying laughing at whatever was being said.

John on the other hand was sat at the table with his childhood friend Ant with a half empty pint glass in one of his large hands. He looked normal from this distance in his grey beanie and burnt orange flannel. It made you wonder why John texted you asking you for a ride home and why Kyle had called and said ‘Caps gonna to need a lift home.’

“Hey boys.” You smiled sweetly and wiggled your fingers as a little wave.

“Indy!” Gaz cheered at the sight of you while Sam said your first name at a similar volume. You gave them another wave before making your way over to John’s table.

“Hello there.” With a cheery smile and sugary sweet greeting you watched your husband who had his eyes locked on you the second he noticed you. John’s icy blue eyes squinted a little too much and his cheeks rose into a large playful smile.

“Give me a spin, darling.” John’s deep voice rumbled from his chest and his hand came up and he used his index finger to indicate for you to turn around. Your jaw dropped at the forward flirting in front of everyone. That was so out of character of your normally tight lipped and respectful husband. He normally only spoke like that when it was you two in the privacy of your home.

“Okay, Romeo. I think you need a water.” No part of you could acknowledge that kind of flirting with the men who highly respected John around.

If it was only Sam and Ant you would’ve flirted back instantly with no shame. Probably would have given him a slow twirl and shook your ass at him to get a hearty chuckle from everyone. Those two knew John’s goofy side pretty well and dirty jokes and sex stories were common amongst you all. They’d also caught you two making out or groping each other over the decade long friendship you had. You’d walked in on Sam twice with past girlfriends on vacations you all took together before you and John started having kids. Ant’s wife Susie was a close friend so you knew way too many details about him and she knew the same about John. It was a very different relationship you and John had with these old friends versus 141.

“Don’t play hard to get, love. We both know you put out-“ Without thinking you panicked at what John was about to say.

His filter had clearly turned off with how drunk he was and you reacted in any way to get him to shut up. And that was to push his beer off the table and into his lap, the contents spilling all over him. John stood abruptly a heavy breath leaving his lungs as he looked down at his jeans and the large dark spot on his crotch that leaked down his left leg.

“Piss yourself Johnny!?” Sam cackled which resulted in snickers from the group of men.

“Seriously?” John looked up at you seeming to have sobered up for a split second.

“You had that coming with that dirty mouth.” You pointed accusatory at your husband trying to make it clear he needed to knock it off.

Internally you were screaming with laughter at the fact John was making such a fool of himself. It was also a lot more fun than you thought it would be to spill a beer on him. John only drunkenly smirked at you as you said ‘dirty mouth.’ He had every intention of showing you how dirty it could be.

“He’s been talking about you non-stop for the past hour.” Ant chortled out and gave you a wink. You could only imagine what these two married men had been sharing about their wives.

“Hopefully not like he just was.” You mumbled more to yourself as you waved John over to come with you.

“Cap’s very fond of his missus and her-“ Soap cleared his throat.

“‘Talents’” Soap used air quotes on the final word making you heat up in embarrassment at what John could possibly have said. There was something about the 141 boys hearing those things that was much more embarrassing. If it was only Sam and Ant you wouldn’t have minded what so ever.

“I don’t want to know.” You waved your hand dismissively.

John had to be drunk out of his mind to be chatting about you in that way. He didn’t tend to be a kiss and tell kind of guy. But then your mind wandered back to being perched in John’s lap on your bed right before he left for this outing. You had promised him a very erotic night when he arrived home and wondered if that might be what was fueling this behavior.

Whatever he told them you hoped they’d be too drunk to remember. Then you looked a little bit closer to see all the men were just as drunk as John. Gaz seemed the worst while Simon had started to turn a shade of pink from the liquor. Sam was his normal level of wasted and Soap seemed to be the least drunk but that wasn’t saying much as he stumbled a little standing still. Ant was sober and prepared to drive Sam home since he had given both him and John a ride here.

“You lot aren’t planning on driving yourselves right?” You motioned amongst the 141 boys who this seemed to just occur to.

There was a long lapse of silence as they looked amongst themselves.

“Okay, cmon. Everyone pile in I’ll take you home.” Grabbing John by the elbow you started to lead him out only for him to swing around and drunkenly stumble to the bar.

“Gotta pay my-“ he hiccuped “tab.”

You watched as all the men made their way to close out. It surprised you they had listened so well. Even Simon was listening which was unlike him, until you noticed him waving his hand around. You watched with a blank face as he ordered a last round of shots for them.

“If any of you puke in the truck I’m gonna kill you.” With a stern voice you threatened them all only to be brushed off.

“Bye Y/N, we’ll see you next weekend.” Ant gave you a hug with a very drunk Sam behind him.

“My favorite Price.” Sam grasped your face in his hands and kissed the top of your head.

“Bye Sam!” With a squeal of a laugh you hugged your husband’s best friend and waved goodbye as him and Ant made their way out of the pub.

“Okay, let’s go home.” John’s voice caught your attention so you turned to look at him.

Before you could get a good look at John his chest smushed into your face as both of his large muscular arms wrapped around your head. He placed his elbows on your shoulders and used you to lean on to try and steady himself. You weren’t the most coordinated person so this wasn’t going to be easy for you. Stumbling slightly you steadied yourself and attempted to push John off of you only for his arms to tighten around your head.

“I’m going to fuck you so good.” John slurred into your ear and you were glad this flirtation was quiet enough for only you to hear.

“Then let’s get you in the car.” You spoke, muffled against John’s shirt. He was way too drunk to consent in your mind so you were only appeasing him for the moment. With a rough push your husband finally let you go and you could breathe freely once again. Taking a deep breath you started to head for the door with a drove of intoxicated military men following behind you like ducklings.

“Thanks for the ride, Indy.” Gaz slurred out, giving John a hard pat to the back.

“Lucky man Cap.” He tacked on.

“Can we stop for food?” Soap asked, almost stumbling out of the pub door.

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“Hi, I’ll have- what was it again Simon?” Turning around the massive man was sat in the middle of the back seat of the truck; Soap to his left and Gaz to his right. Your eyes wandered as he grabbed the back of the bench seat and leaned forward in between you and John who was fiddling with the radio.

“We coached you on this ten times.” Gaz laughed at your expense and inability to remember this insane order. Then Simon rattled off the order with ease, it seemed like the four of them had done this before.

“Six double cheeseburgers, two chicken sandwiches, four large fries, three large cokes, one large Diet Coke, lots of bbq sauce, and a-“ Pausing Simon’s gaze fell on you.

“Vanilla, strawberry, or chocolate?” He asked cheeks rosy but face stern. To be honest he looked even more emotionless than you were use to.

“For what?” You asked back having told the boys you didn’t want anything on the drive here.

“And a chocolate milkshake.” Simon let go of seat back and fell back into his spot. The truck lurched and wheezed somewhat from the pure size of him.

“That way the old man won’t steal it from you.” Nodding his head solemnly Simon was looking out for you in his own way. Which you thought was strange but also appreciated he was trying to be sweet to you, which wasn’t his style.

“Chocolates the bloody worst.” John mumbled under his breath.

“Okay, does everything look correct on the screen.” The intercom voice asked you. Looking over you saw everything listed out and then your eyebrows shot up at how expensive this drunken meal would be.

“Yes.” You squeaked out, then turned your focus back to driving as you pulled up to the window.

“Here.” Gaz’s voice sounded behind you but all you saw was his hand in your face passing you his credit card. You took it with a small thanks and exchanged it with the cashier before handing it back to Gaz.

“Thanks, mate.” Soap drunkenly slurred, he was slouched against his seat with his head thrown back. He was looking to be in rough shape.

“Is he going to be able to eat?” You asked John who ignored you and continued to try and find the radio station he desired, so you poked him. Turning around awkwardly three separate times to look at the Scotsman’s, the final time John looked Soap up and down and then dramatically waved his hand at you.

“Lads fine. Food’ll give him a second wind.” Then John went right back to the radio.

You were handed two huge bags of food that you passed to your drunk husband to distribute. Then the drinks came where everyone got their cokes, and Gaz got his Diet Coke. The car was silent save the rustling of wrappers, obnoxious burps, and John trying to convince Soap to trade one of his chicken sandwiches for a burger. You enjoyed your milkshake and the classic rock station as you drove everyone home. A debate on the perfect McDonald’s order broke out amongst the boys. Soap was admittedly a chicken sandwich man and you were surprised at Gaz’s passion on Diet Coke.

The boys had all been dropped off at Simon’s house where Simon insisted they could sleep. They left behind their trash from McDonald’s which was leaving a heavy greasy smell in the air. You silently prayed for Dove having to deal with three rowdy, large, and intoxicated men.

Simon was pretty thoughtful because he drunkenly mentioned you shouldn’t be out driving this late, you had to get home to your kids. There was an off handed thank you as he drunkenly got the boys into his house. He was right, it was late and you knew your dad would want to be getting home himself.

You were now pulling up the driveway with a loudly snoring John who was half laying on the trucks bench seat. His head was tossed back against the window, shoulders slumped and lower back laid out flat. John looked so uncomfortable but he was passed out which felt like an improvement to the tangent he had gone on for ten minutes after you dropped the boys off. It was a confusing mess of jumbled words about why American cheese burgers would always be a better hangover cure and Soap was delusional to think otherwise.

Putting the truck in park you looked over to your loving husband who may have over done it tonight. He was going to be feeling this in the morning.

Gently you placed your hand on his thigh and began to rub soothingly to try and wake him. Your opposing hand came to his chest and did the same, wiping away the crumbs from the chicken sandwich he had eaten. John began to rouse one eye opening only somewhat as he shifted away from you.

“I’m married. Get away.” John’s left hand came up and tried to create distance although his reach missed you by a mile.

“It’s me, John.” You giggled scooting a bit closer to try and get him to open his eyes and take a good look at you.

“I k-now my wife.” John grunted angrily in his half asleep drunk state.

“Oh yeah?” You laughed harder this time. Hands now cupping his hairy cheeks, you swiftly kissed his lips to prove you were indeed his wife. With eyes still closed John’s mouth dropped open and an angry look of disbelief spread across his bearded face. Your actions seemed to leave him totally and utterly offended.

“Get away, woman!” John drunkenly slurred, weakly pushing your hands off his face. Then he used his foot to aggressively push himself as far away as he could physically manage, jamming himself up against the door. He was acting as if you were about to throw yourself at him and he needed to run far away.

“My w-ifesss a better-“ he hiccuped “kisser than that.” His left hand fumbled with the door before he was able to pull the lever to make his escape. John practically fell out of the truck somehow catching himself and stumbling against the now flung open door.

“Jesus, John be careful! You’re gonna break your neck.” Your niceness vanished as you forcefully scolded the man.

John turned quickly, his face fixed in exaggerated confusion although you weren’t sure he was exaggerating with how drunk he was. With head cocked to the side he bent forward slightly and squinted his eyes trying to get a better look at you.

“Maybe you are my wife. She can be rather bossy.” John commented before tripping backward and falling on his ass. You thought he deserved the fall for a comment like that.

You stared at him with a blank look as he started to chuckle to himself on the ground. You being sweet wasn’t convincing enough to him. It took you to be snappy with him for John to recognize you as his wife. With a heavy eye roll you turned the truck off and went to go help the fool you married.

By the time you rounded the car John was flat on his back and staring up at the sky.

“Stars are gorgeous.” He muttered as you started to help him up to his feet.

“Let’s get you to bed, big guy.” Wrapping John’s arm around your shoulder he put some of his weight on you as you pulled him in the direction you needed him to go.

“My wife won’t like that.” John mumbled his head still cast up at the sky and looking at the stars.

“I am your wife.” Your tone was bratty and annoyed.

“Let me look at you.” John stopped abruptly, stood to his full height, stumbled a bit but found his footing. Grabbing you by the shoulders he pulled you so you were standing directly in front of him. Squinting in the patio light he slowly inched closer and closer to your face taking a good look at you.

“Tell me to do something. But be a little nasty about it, in a sexy way.” The question had your former giddy expression falling into a deadpan one. You looked at John as if he were the dumbest man to ever cross your path which made him smile for some odd reason.

“Never mind that looks enough.” John chuckled before planting a rough kiss to your lips. He was then off toward the door, accidentally running into the picnic table. You could only chuckle in disbelief at the man as you quickly made your way to help guide him.

Getting John up the stairs and to bed felt like an intense workout. By the time he face planted into the mattress you were completely out of breath. Huffing and puffing as you went to go get him water and some crackers.

Coming back into your bedroom you saw John now in nothing but his boxers and struggling to get his socks off. He was standing and bent over allowing his boxers to slide down just enough to get a peak at his bum.

“Let me help.” You snickered before placing the water and crackers on the bedside table and then guiding John to sit down. Sliding John’s socks off you then left a kiss to his forehead.

“Sweet angel.” John whispered to himself, eyes wide and in awe of you.

He stared up at you from where he sat with absolute adoration. You could only shake your head in disbelief. He went from not recognizing you to acting like you were some goddess gracing his presence. John quietly watched you undress and slip into your pajamas, the whole time admiring your beauty. They consisted of an old baggy t-shirt of yours and a pair of maroon panties.

“Lay down, let’s go to bed.” Sweetly you crawled in to bed after switching the lights off and helped John under the covers. It was a struggle, he banged his elbow twice in the darkness but eventually settled in.

“Let me spoon you, darling.” Before you could respond to the deep words John’s hands had latched onto your hips and dragged you from your side of the bed and over to him. It seemed to be easy to manhandle you, reminding you how impressively strong he was. Those muscles you loved so much weren’t just for show, they were capable of doing much more than tossing you around in bed.

“What are you doing?” You giggled as John hands wandered your body. His thick fingers fumbled over your t-shirt searching for the hem of it. The way his beard rubbed and scratched against your shoulder and neck felt amazing, making you crave so much more from the man with whiskey breath.

“Hmm. Helps me sleep.” John hummed sounding very happy with himself.

“We aren’t doing anything tonight.” Your giggles picked up while John slipped his hands under your top to fondle your boobs.

Squeezing them and massaging the flesh he hummed in satisfaction. With a bit of a shift John pressed his crotch firmly against your ass. There was the lack of his normal bulge he couldn’t help most nights. You knew it was from the whiskey and you thanked the amber liquid internally.

John was way too intoxicated to have sex and you weren’t in to having sex when you were pretty sure he wouldn’t remember in the morning. Looking over your shoulder you couldn’t make out his face in the darkness but soon enough one hand had slipped into your panties to cup your cunt while the other stayed on your right breast. He stopped playing with you and in a few minutes was snoring loudly in your ear.

“Such a dude.” You muttered with a chuckle to yourself.

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“Need me to hold your hair back?”

“Piss off.” John coughed violently.

Your man of steel, unbreakable John Price was currently on his knees hunched over the toilet in your en suite. He had woken up and ran straight for the bathroom. The sound of John dry heaving and then vomiting was what woke you up. He had been at it for almost fifteen minutes now. As gross as it was you sat next to him and rubbed his back through it all.

“A shower might help.” Speaking softly you squeezed John’s bare shoulder.

“Shoot me.” John groaned deeply as he finally stood seemingly done. Still sitting on the floor you watched in amusement as the muscular man tossed off his boxers and clamored into the shower.

“I’ll start breakfast.” You called as you got up to leave.

“Darling?” John sounded desperate as he called for you.

“Yes?” You smiled back seeing him through the foggy glass shower.

“Could you make me something greasy?” John wasn’t one to beg but it sounded like he was.

“I have the perfect thing for you.”

It took John awhile to appear downstairs. By the time he did you had your three children ready for the day, sat at the kitchen table with eggs, toast, and fresh fruit. Evelyn and Jj were complaining that they wanted their father to eat with them when John appeared. He didn’t bother getting dressed for the day, he had put on fresh pajamas. This consisted of green plaid pants, a black fitted t-shirt and chestnut slippers the kids picked out for him as a birthday present.

At the sight of John, Lily loudly squealed in excitement from her high chair and stuck her arms out to be picked up. John simply squeezed one of her hands and didn’t pick her up.

“Daddy you look horrid.” Evelyn had an intensely judgmental look on her face as she continued to eye her father up and down.

“I feel it too.” John grumbled while he slid into his normal seat at the head of the table.

Normally John kissed each of his kids on the tops of their heads after a warm greeting shared between you two. It’s how each morning went and your children all turned to you. Their young faces were worried and silently asking if John was okay.

“Your dad’s not feeling the best so we have to be extra nice to him. Okay?” Standing at the stove cooking you called over your shoulder.

“Okay.” Evelyn continued to stare at John as if she were trying to pick him apart.

“Does that mean no cinema today?” Jj asked quietly.

John picked his head up from his hands and look at the ten year old. Jj had his eyes cast down on his plate. It was evident he knew the answer and it disappointed him, but he was still asking. With a distressed look John turned to you as if that would save him from this broken promise. You only shrugged and went back to finishing up his breakfast; not willing to get involved. A hangover in your book wasn’t ample reason to cancel the plans he made with his two oldest children.

“How about movie marathon on the couch? We can eat sweets and crisps until I’m so fat you’ll have to roll me upstairs.” The comment about John getting fat made the ten and eight year olds snicker at the silly idea.

“What movies?” Jj asked. The disappointment of not going out to the cinema seemed to disappear with John’s compromise.

“What movies do you two want to watch?” John was so grateful for his children being such good sports. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if they had a meltdown. His head was already splitting, stomach in bad shape, and would be in need of a nap soon.

“Star Wars!” The two oldest Price children shouted in unison.

It was loud enough John flinched and had to rub his temples, his headache worsening.

“Why don’t you two go grab your pillows and blankets, get set up on the couch and change into pjs. I’ll clean up your plates today.” Your little act of sweetness had your children lighting up, then bounding out of their seats and running down the hallway and up to their rooms.

“Thank you mum!” Their sweet voice rang through the house.

“Hangover cure.” You smiled triumphantly at your husband who pulled his hands from his face to see a cheeseburger sitting in front of him.

“Have I ever told you how amazing you are? You’re absolutely divine.” John took your hand and kissed the back of it. Tugging you close and sighing contently as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder from behind. Your comforting touch and greasy burger felt like a cure to this intense hangover.

“You were telling the boys that last night.” You smirked, kissing his scruffy cheek sweetly. John was digging in and shaking his head clearly remembering what he had said. You had been itching to know.

“Nothing too out there.” John admitted.

“Then what? Apparently I’m very ‘talented.’” You quoted Soap. This seemed to make John squirm a little.

“Might have mentioned you’re on the adventurous side. Very willing and. . . Enthusiastic.” It was clear John was picking his words carefully as to not piss you off.

“Ah, so I’m a whore for you?” You giggled getting a nervous chuckle from your husband.

“Never said that. But aren’t you?” John exuded charm and he was lucky for that because it had you swooning.

“Yeah, I’ve got no shame in that. But you’re a whole lot worse for me.” Pulling back, bottom lip caught between your teeth you watched your husband carefully.

“Have you seen yourself? Bloody impossible to keep my mitts off you.”

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kumkaniudaku · 3 months ago

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If I Want To

Summary: Happy Birthday, Patrice!

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC (Patrice Ellis)

Word Count: 1,672

Warnings: Mature Content, Smut

It was Patrice's party, and she could cry if she wanted to.

That'd been her refrain since April 23, 1992, in Wilmington, NC, when Patrice Nicole Ellis came into the world crying as if someone had stolen something from her. According to her mother, she screamed and hollered for so long that the other babies in the nursery couldn't help but join, filling the entire floor with inescapable wailing for an entire night. Rosalyn was then under strict orders not to bring her little ray of sunshine back until her crying situation had been sorted.

When she was ten, Patrice cried when her father misunderstood the assignment and purchased a generic Black doll instead of the Madison My Scene doll she placed two stars on her wishlist. Even though her mama promised to rectify the situation the second they left her birthday party, Patrice cried until her uncle slipped a few extra dollars into the front pocket of her pretty pink overalls.

At 21, after a years-long crying hiatus, Patrice found herself drunk and crying with her friends inside the grungy bathroom of some out-of-code party warehouse a short distance from her college campus. There was nothing wrong, really. Nothing except one too many shots of bottom shelf vodka reminding her that she'd be graduating soon and there were dwindling opportunities for The Trio to spend their nights together from miles apart. The thought of entering adulthood without her best girls was enough to turn her into a sobbing mess while holding up the bathroom line.

The last time she cried was the birthday she spent swollen and pregnant, fighting with an onslaught of emotions that had no rhyme or reason. The culprit was an insatiable desire for hot chips in the middle of the night and the crippling realization that she couldn't have the smallest nibble of a snack she'd given up years ago. Terry tried his best to appease her with his dinner leftovers and a foot rub, but neither offering was enough. She was inconsolable until she eventually drifted off to sleep with tears staining her face and a visibly confused husband cuddling her close.

But this time, years after she thought she had kicked her crying habit and ushered in a new era of grown-woman sensibilities and a great handle on her emotions, Patrice was crying again as the seconds ticked away on her 35th birthday. With her head pressed firmly against a wall covered in satin-finish Chantilly Lace paint, Patrice let tears of pleasure stream from the corner of her eyes and down her elegant neck as a return to form.

"Oh my…God." She'd repeated the phrase no less than 30 times over the course of the day, each instance a response to yet another stop Terry had pulled out to celebrate his favorite girl.

But this one? This one was the finest and cost nothing but a little time spent kneeling at Patrice's feet in worship.

All the energy he'd put into remaining proper in public, keeping his hands and lips to himself while they enjoyed dinner with friends and family at Patrice's favorite restaurant, had depleted into an insatiable desire to quench a thirst only his wife could satisfy.

Terry didn't mean to stop in the foyer. He had every intention to make it to the couch and take her down on a proper surface before they headed to the bedroom for the main event. Then he caught a whiff of that sweet vanilla coating her skin and instantly became inundated with flashbacks of what happened the last time she chose Eilish #1 as her fragrance for the night. Flashbacks morphed into a yearning, and yearning couldn't be contained once their bodies collided by accident beside the front door. Hands wandered beneath little black dresses, and thick denim became restrictive below the waist. He didn't even bother removing the lace fabric covering her pussy. He'd taste that, too.

Patrice's foot hung lazily over Terry's right shoulder, the point of her heel scratching between his shoulder blades while strong hands held her body in place against the wall to combat the circular roll of her hips searching for more pressure.

A short gasp escaped from Patrice's throat as she listened to the soft lapping of a skilled tongue executing perfect figure eights on her clit. "Right there, baby. Stay right there." Rounded almond nails gently scaped across freshly cut hair to scratch at the back of Terry's head. "Oh my God."

Thirty-one. If her mama could hear her calling the Lord's name in vain, she'd make the back of her hand a quick acquaintance of her daughter's lips. Fortunately, this was some shit Mama couldn't see. This was grown married folks business. The kind of shenanigans she always dreamed of once the ink dried on the marriage certificate.

Spurred by Patrice's praise and stimulation at his favorite spot, Terry groaned against his favorite place on Earth. His tongue didn't stop writing love letters against her clit, nor did his full lips deprive her of the light suction she loved so much. He was too proud a man to leave a woman unsatisfied. Especially on her birthday. That'd be cruel.

"Yes, yes!" No one had asked a question or requested her confirmation. She'd simply run out of ability to say anything else. Simple syllables and short words were all she had to communicate unfathomable bliss.

A trickle of saliva and sweet essence slid down the leg keeping Patrice upright, adding yet another sensation to the tingling and pulsing reminding her that she was not only alive but experiencing the best birthday a girl could ask for. Terry chased his reward without skipping a beat. Patrice wished she could see his long tongue cleaning up a mess of his own creation. She tried to imagine his eyes peering up at her, looking like a man possessed and not her sweet man known for forehead kisses and silly love poems at sunrise. Eventually that Terry would come back and soothe her quivering body back to baseline once insatiable, incredibly turned on Terry had his fill underneath the moonlight streaming in through glass panels on the front door.

"You better not hold that shit." Rough words from a typically patient man. Terry meant no disrespect. He just wanted what he wanted.

A firm tap to one ass cheek made Patrice squeal in response as Terry went back to his feast with increased intensity. Her body seized has she squealed out, "Oh…my God!"

More tears came in place of praises and curses uttered from the same tongue. A habit Patrice thought she'd kicked was back in a new iteration she could get used to. If she could cry from head on her birthday every year, she'd fill an Olympic-sized swimming pool with her contribution.

Coiling in her abdomen nearly sent Patrice folding over Terry's head in search of stability. She fought every inclination to crumple to the floor, instead shouting to the ceiling to release pent up tension. "Fuck! Oh my…" She dared not finish that sentence, but Terry knew what she was thinking.

The hand stroking her extended leg took a meandering path up Patrice's abdomen to search for her breast to grope what he wished he could see. It was dark underneath her dress. No matter. He planned to make up for it later in the night when their marital bed became a stage.

Trembling from her inner thighs became a split second warning light for a woman primed to explode at any moment. Patrice tried to warn Terry – tried to call out his name or repeat the only phrase available – but words turned into unintelligible babble as two hands held Terry's face steady for the ride of his life.

"Yesyesyesyes!" Anyone walking a step too close to their home's front lawn would've been treated to a sweet chorus of guttural praise and deep moans. They'd both remember these out-of-body experiences well into old age.

Patrice could've sworn she felt Terry smiling against her center, but she was too caught up in a messy release to register anything other than a wobbling ankle and a wet spot on the hardwood she'd need a clean up before daybreak.

Terry's strong hands kept Patrice steady while she quaked against him, expending all the energy her muscles had left. Euphoria. She hadn't felt such pure euphoria since her body delivered a baby to the finish line, and the realization that pregnancy was finally over hit her like a ton of bricks.

"Mmmm. You taste so good, baby." Patrice had almost forgotten Terry existed until he pulled away from her to pepper kisses along the thigh resting on his shoulder. "My sweet girl."

Labored breathing slowly evened into a steady pace. "Fuck," Patrice laughed through a rush of air. "What got into you, TJ?" Another deep breathed pushed her shoulders away from her ears, allowing her head to lull back against the wall.

As Terry stood to his full height and ignored the aching in his aging bones, he left wet kisses wherever naked skin lived until he was covering Patrice's lips in the same attention he'd given her other set.

He chuckled against her mouth. "Same thing I'm 'bout to put into you."

"I don't think that sounded how you meant it to sound."

"Just go with it." Terry's quip sent them into a fit of giggles, briefly interrupted by Terry discovering the trail of tears that had etched themselves into Patrice's foundation. He touched the spot with concern furrowing his brow. "What's wrong, baby? Did I hurt you?"

Patrice shook her head, smiling. "No. I do this every year."

"You need anything from me?"

"Yeah," she answered, inching closer to his lips to speak as if there was a secret to hide from others in the room. "Make me do it again."

It was still her party, and Patrice planned to cry all night because she wanted to. Some traditions were worth maintaining.

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irachki · 1 month ago

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cuetes

pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x latina!reader warnings: canon compliant violence. no beta so whatev a/n: i wrote this for @hahaifolded after we were talking about the lack of good latino representation in the fandom. hope you like it folded 🥺💕

There is something to be said about how easily Simon Riley can be bribed. Off the field, of course. He’d never put his team at risk on the field.

But with his third tamal in hand and the half drunk jarrito next to his elbow, Rudy can see how little it takes to sway him. He doesn’t get to sit with the realization too long before another body steps into the doorway.

“Who brought the ghost?” You lean your shoulder against the doorframe as you survey the stranger that’s sat in the midst of all your family members.

Rudy snorts, the unintentional pun missed on your part, while he shrugs. “You know me, always catching strays.”

Your gaze shoots over to Rudy and you raise an eyebrow, “Stray?” The incredulous tone of your voice is amplified by the once over you give Simon. “Aren’t strays supposed to be scrawny? Hanging on by a thread, pure skin and bone? He seems to be real well fed.”

Rudy shakes his head, laughter carries in his voice, “Well SAS does a pretty good job of keeping their boys working at full throttle.”

You shift, slightly, but enough for your uncle to see the way your body loses some of it’s ease.

“SAS? What are the brits doing on Mexican soil? They never venture this deep into latam.”

He grimaces, one of his hands sliding out of his pocket to rub across the face, “You know I can’t tell you that Mechas.”

You roll your eyes before turning from the party and trudging further into the orange colored kitchen, “And when the hell has that stopped you from telling me about what’s happening.”

“It’s different this time mija. We’re dealing with unprecedented circumstances.”

“Unprecedented?” Your hands grip the edge of the ceramic tile, white and blue cover the kitchen island that separate you and your uncle, “You had no problem telling me about the routes the mareros setup but you have a problem with this?”

“Mechas.”

Whatever Rudy is looking to say next is left unsaid as the pale stranger ducks into your grandmother’s kitchen. Despite the doorframe being a bit too small for him he has no problem standing at full height in the room. The home fitted with raised ceilings to allow for hotter air to rise and helping with the circulation of air during the heat waves.

He looks out of place in the room. In this whole ordeal, really. Family had travelled from all corners of the continent to gather at the matriarchal home, bringing with them the different flavors of Spanish. It made the English speakers scarce, and those who were there were easier to spot, especially with an accent that’s not heard around Las Almas often.

Your eyes narrow, eyebrows drawing together, “What are you doing here?”

Simon’s eyes meet Rudy’s before they’re on you again, “Eating.”

If it’s an attempt at a joke it falls flat, annoying you further.

“If this is what the SAS considers their best I worry for the state of that island.” You scoff and turn around towards the pot holding the warm atole.

You focus on pouring yourself a cup of the warm liquid, missing the look exchanged between the two men. The creases around Rudy’s eyes deepen as his worrisome gaze settles on you.

Simon can’t help the clench he feels in his gut at the sight. He’s thankful there’s no one to worry for him the way you worry for your uncle. He wonders for a split second if Rudy can feel the weight of your worries on the field. A constant weight and anchor pulling him back to this house. To his family.

“Does Yaya know?”

“She doesn’t need to know my every move Mechas.”

Your back is still turned to him but he can still see you shaking your head, “Foreigners mean trouble. Yaya knows that better than anyone. So either you told her outright or you let her connect the dots himself by bringing him here.”

You turn, not bothering to look at either of them as you cross the kitchen in search of a spoon. Simon follows your movements across the kitchen, keeping Rudy in his peripheral as he observes the tightness in your shoulders.

“Mechas,” Rudy starts but he doesn’t get far before your glare cuts him off.

“Stop.” You place your cup down on the island with force. The liquid sloshes around the cup, circling the edge of the cup as if deciding if it wishes to spill. In the end it doesn’t, settling into itself again as the energy disperses.

“Don’t give me some bullshit promise you’re not even sure you can keep. Don’t tell me you’re coming back if there’s even a possibility you won’t.”

Simon’s been in Las Almas for a short amount of time, but he knows Rudy. Trusts this man with his life, he’s saved it a few times already. So it’s easy to follow the minuscule reactions of hurt at your words. He knows empty promises are one of the only things that keeps a soldier going. The belief that they’ll be able to make good on those promises.

No matter how many times others aren’t able to.

“I’ll bring him back.” The words slip out before he understands what he’s telling you. An idiotic thing to promise someone who he just now met.

You’re thinking much of the same if the way you glare at him is anything to go by.

“And who are you to promise anything to me?” The softness of your face is deceptive to the bite of your tongue. Simon has heard worse from men bigger than him, meaner, and yet your words slice at him the way a blade slices at skin. Quick, deep.

There’s molasses dripping down his throat, choking him, his words stick to it.

You scoff, “Your words are no good to me.”

Rudy leaves him no room to respond, stepping in and attempting to mitigate your concern. None of the words Rudy says tamp the fury in your eyes or the strange tight sensation Simon feels between his ribs.

Bringing Rudy back to you seems like the only solution for both.

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The stranger brings Rudy back. Bruised, battered, and bloodied but alive. And in the end that’s all that matters.

There’s no words spoken between the three of you, a heavy silence fills the kitchen as you get to work on cleaning up your uncle. You pull rags from cabinets and fill shallow pails with cool water to tend to wounds. It’s a silent endeavor, only the straining of the rags filling the room with sound. You don’t know how long you tend to your uncle for, but by the time you turn to face his strange companion his water is murky too.

Rudy must have told him the rules of Yaya’s home because there’s no trace of military gear on him. The only evidence of the violence he’s experienced is the dark stain on his shirt. Whatever liquid soaked into the shirt darkens the black cotton even more. His jeans are caked in the familiar light brown color of the soil around Las Almas.

You stop the analysis as soon as you feel the bile rise in the back of your throat.

Instead, you busy yourself with grabbing both batches of murky water to drain out in the pila outside. You don’t have the energy to talk to your uncle right now, much less deal with the look he reserves for you when he comes back from missions. You just lather up the rags with zote and scrub them against the ribbed cement.

The water runs red for sometime before it slowly morphs to pink and then a slight cloudy view, until finally it’s clear. The hens cluck around you, Chancho also waddles nearby to investigate your movements as you wash.

You’re too focused on washing and not trying to think that you miss the stranger stepping out into the backyard with you. The hens don’t scare off, instead they cluck at him, winding themselves between his legs as they inspect him. Chancho does the same, slowly approaching him and sniffing around before the spotted pig decides there’s nothing important for him there.

“Questioning is the family trait then, yeah?” His voice is low, raspy, like he hasn’t spoken in days. Hasn’t had a drop of water in weeks.

You spare him a glance, not wanting to look at him for long, when his face catches your attention.

No new wounds, plenty of old ones, but the area around his eyes is covered in black. Giving him the look of a child with face paint on him. Instinctually, you wring the rag before stepping to him and starting to blot away at the black.

Whatever he’d come out to do is put on the back burner as he freezes at your movements. He barely breathes, eyes focusing on the focused look on your face as you drag the multicolored towel across his cheekbones. You don’t ask for permission as you gingerly take his jaw into your hand, moving his head every which way to get the eyeblack off of him.

“Is being pushy a family trait too?”

You scowl at him, the grip on his jaw tightening, “Is that what this is to you Europeans? We call it hospitality out here.”

“Invading someone’s personal space?”

“Taking care of someone’s son.”

He knows you don’t know anything about him, let alone the tragedy that was Manchester, but the words still manage to dislodge something in him. The idea that kind hands and homes are offered to children, no matter who they are.

He tucks that away to sit with in the future. Not now.

Now he focuses on the feel of your hands against the scruff on his jaw.

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You’re on the outskirts of the room watching the conversation that swirls around the big wooden table. The extended that was local had gathered at Yaya’s to discuss El Sin Nombre’s capture.

It was a pointless conversation that you had no interest participating in. Win or not, the work was pointless. One narco falls, a vacuum opens up, another takes their place. Tale as old as time, something the Mexican government surely wont fix with this singular capture.

Simon is next to you, sitting silently as the low conversation fills the rest of the room. He’s watching the table while you stare out the window at the stray dogs circling the street. It takes them a minute to find the food you’ve left for them but when they finally do you make a happy noise.

“Not interested in the familial debrief?”

You snort at his question, not even bothering to look at him directly, “This family has lived through the capture of dozens of narcos. I already know how this conversation goes.”

Simon doesn’t respond, just shifts his attention to you while you continue to pay him no mind.

“Honestly would be cheaper if you would stay longer to come and catch the next one. Saves you a flight.”

“This your way of asking me to stick around?”

You can’t help the noise you make at that, “If you stick around here longer than you need to I don’t think you’ll be of any good service to the force. I hear men incapacitated by the heat don’t do well.”

He huffs out a laugh, bringing the Modelo up to his lips for a swig. The cool malty liquid cuts through the heat that seems to have invaded his mouth, much like the rest of the city. He glances around the quaint family home, heat pressing into him in a way that never has before, and realizes just how deep Las Almas has sunk it’s claws into him.

He spares you a glance, still engrossed in the activities of the strays, and studies you for a second. Your body rests against the cushions, not at ease but not tense. Always alert, he thinks to himself. The same way he is back home. Never letting his guard down, assured in his own abilities, but never wanting to get caught off guard. It’s how he’s been living his whole life.

You let out a small sigh, cheek pressing into the cushion, the pressure of your cheek pushing out your lips just a bit.

He takes another drink.

Yeah. He can stick around for a little more

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thrasherella · 2 months ago

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Weekend Getaway ‧₊˚⊹

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ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ synopsis ~ stepdad!Nanami takes you for one of your regular weekend retreats over at his friend Higuruma's house; this time Higuruma's extra needy since you've been busy with work/friends/life and haven't been able to come see him and Nanami has been hogging you all to himself :(

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ featuring ~ nanami x reader, higuruma x reader

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ tags ~ drunk, drinking, drunk sex, porn with plot, fauxcest, stepdad, mention of 'uncle' but no actual relation, daddy kink, lots of praise, praise kink, cuddles and creampies, non-protected sex, fingering, oral sex, blowjobs, cunnilingus, sloppy make-out sessions, age gap, threesome, sharing, exhibitionism, squirting, spitting, cum play, cum eating, domination, free use, generally other fun sexy things~💋

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ a/n ~ back with more of the two hottest suited daddies in jujutsu kaisen sharing you for their own weekend of pure carnal pleasure~! sorry this is a bit late, but I think it was worth it ~ ☺️ I don't normally write in second person pov soooo hope you guys enjoy this as much as I do~! any constructive feedback/thoughts are welcome 🩷

~ Part Three ~ Slay All Day

‎͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙

One of the many, many reasons you loved these weekend trysts was the fact that there was hardly a five minute period that you were ever by yourself, other than when in the bathroom, of course.

Stepdad!Nanami and uncle!Higuruma could get a bit...intense, passing you back and forth between each other, most times unable to wait their own turns and filling both of your tight little holes at once, fucking you like it was competition. Not that you minded; you were only too happy to let them do whatever they wanted to you, making all kinds of sweet, erotic sounds that only fueled their already insatiable hunger for you...

This weekend was much the same; there was a slight argument between Kento and Hiromi over who was going to be making breakfast and who would get to escort you to the shower:

"Rude. It's your house, Hiromi, you should be the one cooking," Nanami had stated, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you off in the direction of the bathroom.

"Look, all I'm saying is that your omelettes are far superior to mine, it's a compliment!" Higuruma called after you both, Nanami shaking his head, but a small smile danced across his lips.

"Not the only thing I can do better than you!" Nanami yelled playfully back, and you hear Higuruma's incredulous reply, "Awwh fuck you, you wish!" making you snort with laughter as Nanami hurried you over the room's threshold, pulling the door shut behind you and locking it pointedly.

"No interruptions; I want to really take my time with you today..."

About forty-five minutes later, after having been stuffed full and then thoroughly cleaned by Kento, you were both finally ready to devour something other than each other.

You were now dressed in a long, white t-shirt you had taken from one of Hiromi's drawers and a pair of your long, thigh-high black socks; no bra or panties, the shirt just long enough to cover most of your ass, the bottom of your plush cheeks cutely peeking out from the bottom hemline.

Higuruma was impatiently waiting with a very lovely, if not a little cold, breakfast.

Being perfectly honest, they were both equally skilled in the kitchen, but each had their own strengths; Nanami was admittedly very good at breakfasts, while Higuruma was best at desserts (which made sense considering his multiple sweet teeth...). His omurice was very satisfying though, the simple dish was comforting.

When you were finished, Higuruma had learned over and kissed the corner of your mouth, feeling his tongue giving two slow, thick swipes against your sensitive skin. You couldn't help the little gasp that had escaped, blushing furiously.

"You had a little ketchup on your face," he had huskily breathed after pulling away, tongue now running against his lower lip, giving you a little wink that made your ears go hot, your clit giving a little throb...

...

It just so happened to be a darker, gloomy day; perfect for warm tea and scary movies on a large comfy couch sandwiched between two strong, handsome men.

You all naturally settle into the living area, lights dimmed, curtains drawn. You lit a candle, 'Cozy New Book'; the smell was weirdly spot on, making you think of cracking open a leather-bound book and inhaling that fresh paper scent for the first time, along with a woodsy note that seemed to teleport you straight into a library. You knew Nanami would love it, which is why you had slyly given it to Higuruma as a gift; so that you could light it when you were both here. Your mother was again to thank for that; she would get terrible migraines triggered by scents, so rather than risk her wrath at home, why not get something he liked for your weekends away instead?

uncle!Higuruma wants something a little stronger than tea however, and says you should really try this new cocktail he's been liking himself lately, already in the process of making you one of these mysterious drinks before you can even think about saying no. Taking advantage of the fact that you were paying more attention to the movie than him at the moment, he adds a little too much alcohol to the fruity drink (whoopsies), insisting you down it as fast as possible and immediately making you a second. It is really good; your first glass went down so quick that you hardly noticed the usual biting, alcoholic taste, if anything it was more like a sweet juice. You reason that if you can’t really taste the alcohol then it obviously can’t be that strong, right? Besides, they both know how much of a lightweight you are…

You were so wrong it was hilarious.

Three drinks in and you were decidedly drunk and very giggly. The movie an afterthought at this point; the ambrosial sighs and moans coming from all three of you drowned out whatever it was the people on the screen were saying anyway.

Your mind was long gone, settled in the middle of the large, comfortable couch, being passed between the two men in a sloppy make out, mouths and tongues exploring fervently, only interrupted by the occasional pause to gasp for heated breath.

You weren't quite sure when but at some point you were pulled onto someone's lap (Higuruma's), back pressed against his chest, and then your mouth was left abruptly lonely as someone else (Nanami) gently tugged off your t-shirt, goosebumps flaring along your arms as your skin was exposed to the cooler air. A low hum rumbled from Nanami's throat, you realized who it was when your hands became entangled in his blonde hair as he dipped to take one of your hard nipples between soft, wet lips. A little whine escapes you as you arch back into Higuruma, the soft curve of your ass pressing into his stiff cock, Nanami teasing your sensitive bud with his tongue and teeth, making you gasp and writhe beneath him and further against Higuruma.

It was now Higuruma's turn to give a husky growl, an electric wave rolling down your spine. There was a sudden, frantic adjusting and entangling and before you could do anything else Higuruma had your knees hooked over his arms, spreading you wide. You gasped again; if you hadn't been fully exposed to them before, you definitely were now.

"Look at you..." Nanami purred, pulling away from your breast, a long, thin trail of saliva connecting your skin to his perfect lips for a moment before it was broken by gravity. "Such a pretty girl...our pretty little doll..." the heat flared in your lower belly; Nanami reached down next to the couch to grab a small bottle of lubricant (it was stashed in various places all over the house), pouring a small amount into one hand.

Higuruma gasped sharply, hips stuttering forward and bumping into your ass as Nanami reached down between you two and grabbed his cock, the sight of his long fingers gripping Hiromi's length and coating him in the slick substance from between your legs made your cunt throb almost painfully around nothing, making you moan with need.

"Are you ready?" Kento leaned in closer, voice low, breath hot against your ear as his hand left Hiromi and instead both hands moved to your hips, one palm still wet with the lube.

"Yes,"

The singular, breathy sigh was all he needed; he gripped you with an almost bruising force and lifted, holding you up so that Higuruma could line up with your waiting entrance. But instead of sinking into your begging cunt, he dipped lower, pushing at your tight little backdoor.

Oh fuck

Higuruma and Nanami locked eyes as he lowered you onto the other man's slick, blushing tip, meeting a slight resistance as you involuntarily felt yourself tense up to keep him out.

"Relax baby girl..." now it was Hiromi's voice, whispered into the back of your neck, the bridge of his large nose brushing against your sensitive skin as his lips found you, leaving trails of soft, wet kisses, still gazing up into Nanami's eyes, Kento feeling his cheeks burning lightly.

You let out a little sigh and leaned back against him; he slipped in, Nanami giving a low moan, breaking their eye contact to look down, watching Higuruma's cock sinking deeper into your tight hole, pulling you down further along his length. Your moans are loud, crying out as you were stretched and filled in a way that you hadn't been for a long while, holding onto's Kento's wide shoulders for dear life as your entire body seemed to tremble.

"Hah, Oh fhuck your ass is so tight," Higuruma groaned, hips bucking upward into you as Nanami helped bounce you up and down along his dick. On the next downward push as Hiromi bottomed out, Nanami spat down onto his own neglected and throbbing cock, smearing it across his fat tip in one, smooth motion before thrusting into your soaked and leaking cunt, hilting you himself as he held you down.

You came instantly as Nanami shoved his thick cock into your waiting pussy with a low, hungry growl, not realizing how badly you had been waiting for the moment when your cunt was finally filled. You moaned and sighed, pussy gushing all over Kento's cock, writhing between the two men, your hips rolling and bouncing, mind turned to static as they rutted into you.

You lost track of how many times you came, soaking both of them as you gushed and squirted over and over, hips shaking and twitching as you let them share you, so full that you didn't know how it was even possible.

"Fuck," Higuruma again whined, falling out of rhythm with Nanami as his thrusts became hurried; desperate. "'m gunna cum doll-" you could feel him throbbing as he climaxed, shooting his hot load deep in your ass, grunting and groaning heavily as he grasped your legs tighter.

"Me too," Nanami's voice was a deep, breathy groan, his cock squirting inside you, painting your walls white, jackhammering into you as his hips bucked and jerked. You feel yourself also being pulled over the edge, pussy clenching and gripping around Nanami a final time as all three of you grind against one another, your own sweet juices mixing with theirs and dripping all over both men and the fabric of the couch.

"I think you're going to need another shower..." Higuruma eventually whispered softly against your ear, still panting slightly as he caught his breath when you had all finally stilled.

You couldn't help the loud burst of drunken laughter that rose from you, giggling wildly, Nanami giving a small sigh but a smile tugged the corners of his mouth.

"Don't keep her too long Hiromi, you know we have that reservation later..."

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obsessedelusional · 7 months ago

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best friends?

paring ↬ Eddie Munson x fem!reader

summary ↬ Since birth your entire life revolved around one person, your best friend—Eddie Munson. The two of you always close but never crossing any boundaries that would allow you to be anything more than friends. It wasn’t until college that you were able to experience a life without him. Making other friends and dating, without his presence. Lead you feeling like things would be different when you returned to Hawkins. What happens when you do return, the both of you being a little drunk and in your feelings?

a/n: wrote this forever ago but never uploaded cuz I thought it was a lil cheesy but missing my mans Eddie so took the time to re read it and change some bits, hope you enjoy xx

Feedback & Reblogs appreciated! Thank you ♥︎

⋆. 𝜗𝜚 ˚⋆

You stand outside, trying to summon the courage to step into the party being thrown in your honor. The trailer, once a place that brought you so much peace, now feels like a source of overwhelming anxiety. It belonged to Eddie, your best friend. The person who has been by your side since diapers. The two of you had been inseparable growing up, all the way through high school. But that was a year ago. So much had changed during your first year of college. You’d seen him a handful of times since then, but it was nothing like the bond you used to share.

With your first year of college coming to an end, you’ve returned to your hometown. As soon as Eddie heard you were coming back, he insisted on throwing a party, just like old times. Unable to tell that him no, you reluctantly agreed.

Standing in front of his trailer, you find yourself frozen, unable to cross the threshold. It’s been months since you last saw him. It was some time during Christmas break. In a desperate attempt to muster some liquid courage, you’d taken a few large gulps of liquor before making the short walk here.

It wasn’t helping.

The first 18 years of your life were spent with Eddie. Your fathers were best friends, which made you friends by situation. It didn’t take much for it to become an all consuming friendship between. Only becoming closer when everything happened to his mother, then his father leaving him with his uncle when he was still in grade school. Becoming his only constant in his life. The two of you always so close but never crossing that boundary between friends and lovers. Even though you so desperately craved it.

Your high school years were spent pining after your best friend, watching him date girls that weren’t you. College gave you the chance to step outside Eddie’s orbit. You found a world outside of Munson, making friends and even dating. Slowly, your world stopped revolving around him. You thought you’d return as a more confident version of yourself.

But now, standing here, terrified of seeing those big brown eyes, you realize just how fragile that progress was. One look, and you fear you’ll revert to that awkward teenager with unrequited love for her lifelong friend. A part of you knows that shy girl is still there, lingering beneath the surface. No one has ever compared to Eddie Munson in your life.

Someone pushes past you, jolting you out of your thoughts. Following closely behind, you step into the trailer. The interior hasn’t changed, it’s like stepping into the past. You force yourself to move, slipping through the sliding glass door into the backyard. Music is blasting, and the crowd is alive with laughter and chatter.

Eddie sits by the fire pit, looking a little lost. He’s already had a few drinks, his gaze fixed on the ground as he takes another swig from a beer bottle. The sight of him, so familiar, so achingly Eddie. And fuck does it do a number on you.

Within seconds, you’re seated next to him.

“Mind if I have a drink?” you ask.

Eddie looks up, his frown softening into a half smile. He doesn’t respond immediately, just staring at you like he’s making sure you’re really there. Finally, he says, “I thought you didn’t drink anymore.”

“Yeah, well… tonight’s an exception,” you reply, accepting the beer he hands you.

“I missed you,” Eddie admits, his voice quieter than usual.

“I missed you too.”

“How have you been?” You ask as he takes too long to respond, willing the conversation to move forward.

For a while, the two of you catch up—his job at the mechanic shop, the band’s success with gigs in neighboring towns. He looks genuinely happy talking about his music, and you can’t help but admire the passion lighting up his face. Noticing how much more animated he is talking about what the bands been up to. Knowing that he had always hoped to make it big, that working with his Uncle was not where he wanted to be but accepted it.

“You should come to one of our shows while you’re in town.” He suggests, looking at you eagerly while waiting for a response.

“That’d be fun,” you reply, trying to sound casual, but your heart is racing. Eddie’s excitement is infectious, and the way he’s looking at you now is making it impossible to focus.

“We’re playing at The Hideout next weekend,” he says, leaning forward slightly. “You can’t miss it.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you say, your lips curving into a smile as you take another sip of the beer he handed you.

Eddie’s grin widens, his dimples deepening, and you can feel the familiar pull he’s always had on you. It’s annoying, really. One conversation, one smile, and you’re already wondering if the progress you made this year was all for nothing.

“It’ll be just like old times,” he says, nudging you with his shoulder. “You and me, rocking out. Well, me rocking out. You cheering like my number one fan.”

“Always your number one fan,” you admit softly, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

Eddie’s gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than it should, his playful smirk faltering into something more serious. “I missed this,” he says quietly. “Missed you.”

You look down at your drink, avoiding his eyes. “I missed you too, Eddie.”

“How’s college life been?” Eddie asks, flipping the conversation onto you.

“Good… it’s been really good. I’ve been making friends and dating—getting the whole college experience.”

“You still with that loser Michael?”

“No.”

“Oh shit… I’m sorry,” he says, immediately regretting the casual diss.

“It’s fine.” You laugh because, if there’s one thing Michael was, it’s a loser. Eddie had called it from the start, but you didn’t want to believe him. Now, having experienced it yourself, you know he was right.

“What happened?” Eddie asks curiously, avoiding eye contact.

“I’m not nearly drunk enough to talk about him yet,” you say, shaking your head and laughing at the thought of explaining.

“Then keep drinking,” Eddie laughs with you. You listen, raising the can to your lips and taking a large swig.

“You know who’s here tonight?” Eddie asks after a brief silence.

“Who?” you reply, glancing around at the familiar faces. You hadn’t greeted anyone else, immediately finding Eddie and slipping back into old habits.

“Mark.”

His name immediately tempts an eye roll, but you suppress it. You don’t bother scanning the room for him. No need to open that can of worms.

“You used to like Mark, right? Back in high school?” Eddie presses, cracking the lid open anyway.

“Yeah…” you admit reluctantly.

“Why didn’t you ever date him?”

“I don’t know. I think I was just scared,” you lie, avoiding Eddie’s gaze and taking another sip.

“But you liked him, and he liked you. That much was obvious. He’s a nice guy. Smart, too,” Eddie adds, scratching his head.

When you finally look up, Eddie’s eyes are already on you. His gaze holds a quiet intensity that makes your cheeks heat up—or maybe it’s the shots and beers working their way through your system. Either way, you’re sure your face is flushed.

“I guess I just… had my eyes elsewhere,” you admit, your voice soft as your eyes stay locked with his.

Eddie raises an eyebrow. His face is unreadable, but you can tell he’s intrigued.

“Had your eyes elsewhere?” he repeats, sipping his beer and waiting for you to elaborate.

“Yeah…”

“Who were you looking at?”

“I wasn’t going to admit it then, and I’m not starting now,” you retort defensively, laughing to cover the tension.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be shy. It’s fine, we were kids. Crushes are normal.” Eddie nudges you playfully, trying to lighten the mood.

“No, it’s stupid.” You shake your head, but Eddie’s gaze doesn’t waver. He’s thinking hard, trying to piece it together.

“Was it me?” His voice is casual, but the words hit you like a thunderbolt. You freeze, and Eddie just keeps looking at you, calm but expectant.

“Yeah… I used to have the stupidest crush on you,” you admit with a laugh, hoping your flippant tone hides how much you mean it.

Eddie grins, blushing slightly. “Did you ever think we’d date?”

“I used to hope so,” you admit, fidgeting with your empty beer can. “But part of me knew it’d never happen.”

Eddie’s brow furrows, his expression serious now. “Why not? Why did you think we wouldn’t?”

“Because you’re you, and I’m me. I never thought you’d even look at me like that. I was shy, socially awkward—a giant loser,” you confess, laying your insecurities bare.

Eddie frowns, genuinely upset by your words. “You were never a loser to me,” he says softly. He sets his beer aside, leaning forward slightly.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything or make a move?” He asks not giving you a chance to respond to his last statement.

“I’d rather have stayed your friend than risk losing you if my feelings weren’t mutual.”

Eddie sighs, nodding in understanding. “You weren’t the only one who felt that way. I thought someone like you would never want to be with me. You were smart, going places. It just made sense that you’d end up with someone else. Someone better.”

You scoff, shaking your head. “Eddie, I followed you around like a lost puppy. I did anything and everything you asked. I started smoking, drinking, partying. All just to be around you more. I was so helplessly, pathetically in love with you.”

Eddie stares at you, stunned into silence for a moment.

“If you were so in love with me, why didn’t you ever say anything?” His voice is quiet, almost disbelieving.

“I thought you had to know. Everyone knew. I’d get teased about it constantly—people at school, our friends, even our parents. And every time, without fail, you denied it,” you say, holding his gaze.

Eddie rubs the back of his neck, looking guilty. “Yeah, I heard the teasing too. I just… I didn’t think you felt that way for real. Have you always felt this way?”

“It’s always been there,” you admit. “Even when we were kids, but it got stronger when we got older.”

“And do you still feel that way?” Eddie asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitate, but honesty wins out. “I feel like it’ll always be there, whether I want it to be or not.”

Eddie exhales deeply, running his hands through his hair. His silence is deafening, and your nerves spike.

“Say something,” you urge, forcing a weak laugh to cover how vulnerable you feel.

Eddie finally looks at you, his eyes soft and contemplative. “I don’t know what to say. I feel like an idiot for not seeing it before. For not doing something about it back then.”

You shrug, smiling faintly. “It’s ancient history now, right? I mean, we’re just friends, and that’s fine. It’s great, even.”

Eddie tilts his head, studying you with a mix of disbelief and something you can’t quite name. “Do you really think that’s all we’ve ever been?”

“Isn’t it?” you counter, trying to keep your voice steady.

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he leans back, staring at the ceiling as though searching for the right words. Finally, he sighs.

“Maybe it was all I let it be,” he admits. “I didn’t think I deserved to have you like me. Not like that. So I never let myself think about it. I shut it down before it could even start.”

Your chest tightens at his confession, and suddenly, the air between you feels heavier.

“Well,” you murmur, breaking the tension with a nervous laugh, “we’re quite a pair, aren’t we? Both too scared to say anything, both too blind to see what was right in front of us.”

Eddie chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Yeah, guess we are.”

“Did you really start smoking, drinking, and partying just to be around me more?” he chuckles as he asks.

“Unfortunately, yes. You probably could’ve asked me to do crack, and I would’ve considered it back then.” You laugh, and he laughs with you at your honesty. He’s never seen that side of you before; no one’s ever had the guts to be this honest.

“You were crazy about me, huh?” he grins.

“Yes, and it was embarrassing, Eddie.”

“So, that’s why you never dated anyone? Because I was too stupid to see you right in front of me?” Eddie says, not really asking, just confirming it out loud to himself.

“What happened with Michael then? Why’d you two break up?” Eddie asks, curiously looking at his bottle.

“We broke up a few weeks ago. He was nice… but boring. And I’m boring, so for me to think someone else is boring, they have to be really boring.” As you speak, he laughs. He always disliked Michael and never let you forget it.

“You didn’t really see a future with him then?” Eddie asks, already knowing the answer.

“I tried to… he was so rich. Like, I could’ve had a few kids and never lifted a finger again—type rich. But his lack of personality and being terrible in bed, I couldn’t look past those things.” You can’t help the drunk laughter that comes as you speak, surprised by how honest you’re being.

Eddie’s face mirrors your surprise when you finally stop staring at your bottle. He can’t help but laugh. It’s the first time he’s heard you joke about something so serious.

“Bad in bed?” Eddie laughs so much he has tears in his eyes. He looks at you, and your eyes are now a little glazed.

“Mhmm… I had to do all the work. He had a very teeny weeny.” You laugh as the confession leaves your mouth. Sober you would have never admitted this outloud. Eddie shakes his head as if he can’t believe the words coming from you.

“Damn… he was tiny?”

“I’m sorry… I’m starting to feel the effects of the drinks and losing my filter.” You set your empty bottle down, bringing your cold hands to cover your warm face in embarrassment. Eddie laughs even more, clearly enjoying this side of you.

“Keep going, this is great. How tiny exactly are we talking?” Eddie can’t help but ask, curious to hear just how small this guy really was.

“He had a micro penis, like scientifically. A doctor diagnosed him. It’s one thing to have a teeny weeny, but at least compensate elsewhere.” You huff in annoyance. You know you shouldn’t be admitting this to Eddie, but it feels good to finally get it off your chest. The girlfriends you had in school would always try to see the positive in Michael and talk you down.

“He couldn’t compensate anywhere else either?” Eddie asks, still laughing, and you can tell he might even start to cry from how hard he’s laughing.

“Nope.”

“Damn. That’s a shame.”

“I know. The first time I went to have sex, and he has a micro penis. Just my luck.”

“That must have been a disappointment for sure. You were this young, cute girl wanting to get it in, and he turns around and pulls out that little thing?” Eddie says, with a laugh holding his hand out to show how small it was.

He can’t help but think of his own cock, it’s definitely not micro. It’s something he’s always been proud of, large and heavy. His mind wonders to thoughts of his sliding his length inbetween your folds, until you beg from him to finally fuck you. His thoughts interrupted when you speak.

“Yeah.. I tried really hard to no judge him and make it work. After six months, I couldn’t do it anymore.” As you speak, his eyes dart to your lips. He’s enjoying this conversation but now his mind is elsewhere. He can feel the heat growing between his legs, his dick stiffens as he porrly attempts to push those thoughts away.

"Do you know how much I wish I’d paid more attention back then? Save you all that trouble. I wish I could go back and do things right. If I could, I’d make a move on you in a heartbeat. But that’s in the past. I’m not letting you slip away again.” Eddie’s voice is genuine, tinged with frustration. He can’t help but imagine how different things might have been if one of you had made a move when you were younger.

“Is it too late for us?” Eddie asks, his voice quiet but earnest. He doesn’t want to mess this up now, not after finally finding the courage to be honest with you.

“I don’t think so. I’m willing… if you are.” You answer, looking down at the tiny space between you, now nearly nonexistent.

You meet his eyes again, and this time, his gaze shifts to your lips. That’s all it takes. Before Eddie can respond, you pull him closer and kiss him hungrily. He matches your intensity, kissing you back with just as much passion. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens—an image you’d imagined countless times before. A smile plays on your lips, and the sound of Eddie’s groan fills the air as your kiss continues.

After a few more heated moments, Eddie pulls away first, his lips swollen and red. You can’t see yourself, but you imagine you look the same.

“Do you have any plans this weekend?” he asks between breaths, trying to catch his voice.

“No,” you answer, barely able to focus on the words.

“Good, I’m going to pick you up Saturday night. We’re going on the most stereo typical high school date. Make up for all those missed out years.” Eddie’s grin is mischievous.

“Oh yeah? What does that entail?”

“First I’m gonna take you to Al’s dinner, cop a feel at the movie theaters and then drive you to the look out and hope that I get lucky.” He teases, kissing you swiftly as if it’s the most natural occurrence.

“We used to do all those things but without the kissing and heavy petting.” You say and can’t help the eye roll that happens, as you bite your lip trying not to smile.

“Yeah but I’m not holding back no more. Now that I know your feelings are mutual, prepare to be sick of me.”

“Dunno if I could ever get sick of you, Eddie.” You admit, honestly.

“Good. I’m going to make you so damn happy. You’ll never get bored with me,” he says, laughing as he throws a jab at your ex.

“I believe it,” you smile, your fingers intertwining with his.

“It may sound cheesy, but I want to be the guy who can walk into a room and make you feel the most comfortable and safe. When people see us together, I want them to know that we’ve found the best in each other.”

“Eddie, you’ve always been that for me.”

“Good, and I’m only going to get better when I’m your boyfriend. That’s a promise.” Eddie’s voice is full of confidence, even a bit cocky now, but it’s clear he knows what he’s capable of. He’s determined to be the man you’ve always deserved.

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muxshwriting · 1 year ago

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almost (sweet music)

Bradley Bradshaw x reader

summary: a summer where you and Bradley remind Maverick of Goose and Carole || warnings: literally one swear word, mentions of pregnancy, childbirth (mentioned) || word count: 793 || masterlist

You had Bradley had met at the Hard Deck and hit it off instantly. You were charmed by his carefree attitude and charisma, and he was charmed by your kindness and your heart. Both of you had found the perfect person to spend the rest of their lives with, to be yourselves with. Bradley had never been more sure about anything in his life when he thought about marrying you. Your family loved him and, in turn, the squadron and especially Maverick, loved you.

Maverick viewed Bradley like a son, and was very particular about the girl that had captured his heart. However, the second he saw you, he was pulled in my your very soul, the pureness that was simply you. Bradley was lucky to find someone so well matched for him. There was something else, though. There were moments where Maverick would glance over to you and Bradley and see Goose and Carole staring back at him.

It began the night you and Bradley got engaged and went out to the Hard Deck to celebrate. As all good nights at the Hard Deck do, it ended with Bradley at the piano. Despite being at least eight beers in, he was rather coherent and playing a recognisable tune. Patrons and other people all joined in on the fun, crowding around the piano. You, smiling unabashedly at your man, were standing directly next to Bradley, leaning against the piano, glass in hand as you sang to whatever he was playing. Bradley had reached up, pulling you closer and down onto his lap. He kissed you passionately, laughing with you as he continued to play, choosing to stare lovingly at you instead of what notes he was hitting.

★--~-~--★

Then came your wedding, a beautifully private affair with a few friends and family members from both sides. Your vows were perfect, encapsulating your love for Bradley in a few short words. “Bradley, there are no words to fully describe how I feel about you but I will say this: I’ve never felt as much comfort as I have whenever I hear your name. It’s so bizarre to have a word that can make you feel so much in a second, and I wouldn’t trade that for the world. I love you.”

Maverick was thrown backwards to Goose, drunk on his bachelors night out, leaning against Maverick and rambling about his soon-to-be wife. “She’s like the wind beneath my wings. It’s so weird that her name makes everything feel alright whenever I hear it. God Mav, she’s perfect.”

★--~-~--★

Maverick will never forget the day that Rooster came to him with the amazing news that he would become a Great Uncle. Or a great, Great Uncle as he reminded Bradley. He had had a few beers in the back garden, talking about everything and nothing going on with life. “Gods Maverick, I’m gonna be a dad. That sounds terrifying, a good kind of terrifying but still terrifying.”

Goose had come onto base, a giddy grin plastered onto his face. “Carole’s pregnant. We’re gonna have our own little bird in the nest.” His eyes widened as he sighed. “A kid Mav, a whole entire human. That’s crazy.” He had hugged Goose, giving him his congratulations for him and Carole, wishing them the best for the future. Goose had stayed ecstatic for a week after the news, nothing could bring his mood down. “I’m gonna be a dad!”

★--~-~--★

He had gotten the call from Rooster that you’d gone into labour and that his son had been born (his son!), inviting Maverick down to the hospital to meet his great nephew. He got to hold him in his arms, a newborn baby, so small and innocent. “What did you name him?”

Rooster had smiled proudly, “Nick Bradshaw.”

From the bed you had perked up, taking your baby back when Pete handed him over. “His full name, however, is Nick Mitchell Bradshaw. We had to fit you in somewhere.” Maverick couldn’t stop the tears from springing in his eyes as he tearfully embraced Bradley.

“I’m a dad!” Goose was whisper shouting through the phone to Pete, trying not to wake his sleeping wife. “Do you want to come meet him?” Maverick was there as soon as he could be, bring in flowers for Carole and patting Goose on the back. “Uncle Maverick, meet Bradley Bradshaw.” Goose was standing there, a shit-eating grin on his face as he wiggled his eyebrows and Maverick burst out laughing, unable to hold it in.

Carole swatted at both their arms, telling them to keep it down for the baby. “Don’t make me regret his middle name.”

“His middle name?” Maverick had asked.

Her expression softened as she glanced over at the baby. “Bradley Pete Bradshaw.”

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years ago

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Best-friend!Pervy!Reader and Bestie!Eddie, whom is getting so annoyed with you talking during his campaign planning, that he swats your ass a little too hard (you always slap each other’s butts), and you moan. It causes a chain reaction that ends up in you being over his knee and staring at a carpet full of his nasty magazines, babbling about how you want him to do all of that stuff to you. You do, however, get some teasing of your own in.

“Go look in my bag. I brought something I was gonna use in your bathroom when I took a shower.”

When he brings the vibrator into his sights, his eyes widen. “Wait — is this… One of those toy things?”

“That it is.” You’re smirking as he shifts, clearly growing in discomfort, in more ways than one.

“And you were gonna make yourself at home with it in the bathroom I share with my Uncle? The man you look at across the dinner table four nights a week?”

“After I stole a few of your shirts to hump first, that is also correct.”

You’ve never seen the metal-head, motor-mouth so slack jawed and speechless. Until he he says, “You better fuckin’ show me.”

~*~

“Fuck, sweetheart. No, slap yourself with it harder.” A groan of appreciation, before a deep huff of annoyance. “I fuckin’ said — HARDER!” And he has to force his impulses to stay in control, to not overstep and do it himself.

When you struggle to slap the pulsating end of the buzzing toy to your swollen clit, overly slick, you see Eddie completely drunk on you from his palm to chin position, between the plush of your thick thighs. He’s trying to communicate a want without the desire to cross a boundary. You melt and choke on a gasp of excitement, before you level off your ballooning heart rate with a statement.

“Help me, asshole!”

Rings clink, air is inhaled so sharply that you’re surprised he doesn’t choke. The warmth fans across your cunt, making you arch, your embarrassingly soaked pussy leaking into your ass, causing your cheeks to stick when you move. Eddie’s day old washed curls tickle your calve. Shaking fingers are explorative, hesitant, tickling the creamy curls that have matted above your clit. He dips in seconds later, spreading your lips into a typical V.

Firm, confident direction is given next. His lust clouding his usual demeanor. “There. Like —“ He wraps his spare hand around yours over the toy, bringing it down with a strong, sopping wet smack. You both moan out, his getting caught on the sentence’s finish, “— this.”

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mostly-marvel-musings · 2 months ago

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Chapter 1 - Terms and Conditions

A/N: Here we are, the first chapter of this series. I’m so excited!! Leave a heart, comment and reblog if you’ve enjoyed it.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Wife! Reader

Warning: slow burn.

Terms and Conditions

The reception was held at a private venue overlooking the New York skyline—a glittering palace of glass and ego where billionaires mingled with politicians, and journalists loitered in the shadows like champagne-drunk piranhas.

You stood at the top of a winding staircase, dress impeccable, posture flawless, and mind somewhere between fight-or-flight and where’s the emergency dessert table.

Next to you, Tony adjusted the cuff of his suit, gaze sweeping over the crowd like a man used to commanding armies and afterparties. He looked dazzling. Unbothered. A little too good at pretending.

“You ready for your public debut, Mrs. Stark?” he murmured without looking at you.

You gave a tight smile. “No. But my heels are already killing me, so I’m too far gone to back out now.”

Tony chuckled under his breath. “That’s the spirit.”

The announcement came seconds later—some flouncy voice introducing the newlyweds like royalty entering a battlefield. The staircase suddenly stretched into a catwalk, the steps longer, the air hotter.

He offered his arm. You took it. The cameras exploded like fireworks. You both descended with matching smiles, perfectly practiced and utterly hollow.

You made rounds like two diplomats negotiating peace, shaking hands, accepting compliments, dodging questions that were disguised as well-wishes.

Tony basked in it, tossing charm like confetti. “Oh, that? Yes, the merger’s going beautifully. Married life is just another strategic partnership, isn’t it?”

You, meanwhile, perfected the art of smiling with only your eyes, while plotting how to fake a fainting spell without embarrassing your ancestors.

From across the room, you spotted a cluster of familiar faces: Rhodey, already watching you with a knowing look; and then—Steve Rogers. In a suit. Next to Bucky Barnes, who looked like someone had shoved him into a tuxedo and threatened to withhold bourbon if he didn’t behave.

They were talking to Happy, who waved you over like a proud uncle at a talent show.

“Look who’s survived the gauntlet,” Happy said as you reached them. He handed you a flute of something bubbly. “You didn’t trip on the stairs. That’s a win.”

Steve extended his hand. “Congratulations. I hope this wasn’t entirely your idea.”

You laughed despite yourself. “Not even remotely.”

Bucky gave you an appraising look. “You’re the one who called Stark a walking headline during that MIT tech summit, right?”

Tony, who had rejoined you, sipped his drink. “Still the best insult I’ve ever been awarded. It’s framed in the lab.”

Bucky smirked. “You’re welcome.”

Steve elbowed him, but you caught it—the faint grin pulling at his mouth. Something in your chest relaxed, just a little.

Eventually, the emcee summoned you to the dance floor for the moment. The first dance as a married couple. The public seal of a very private contract with a kiss you were dreading.

Tony guided you onto the floor, his hand warm against your back. The music swelled, something slow and dramatic.

You swayed together, more poised than close.

“You holding up?” he asked, voice low.

“Faking it like a pro.”

He smiled at that. “You’ll fit in just fine.”

The cameras waited. So did the crowd. You could feel it.

You felt his fingers tighten subtly at your waist. His face leaned in, not too close, not too soft. Just enough to graze his mouth across yours, a whisper of a kiss, chased by the echo of a thousand shutters.

It felt like nothing. And somehow, it was everything.

The applause from the dance barely faded before the clink of a spoon against crystal rang out. All heads turned toward the podium.

Pepper Potts stood there, poised and radiant in ivory. Graceful, powerful.

“I’ve known Tony for almost a decade now,” she began, voice smooth. “I’ve seen him through breakthroughs, meltdowns, questionable hairstyles, and even more questionable relationships.”

Polite laughter rippled through the room.

Pepper’s eyes flicked toward you, sharp, appraising.

“And then—you happened. It’s not often that someone can surprise Tony Stark… let alone survive it.”

More laughter. You smiled, but something in your gut coiled tight.

She turned slightly, her tone lilting. “And if anyone can handle the chaos that comes with being married to a genius-slash-menace, I imagine it’s someone who didn’t flinch during their prenup negotiation.”

That got actual chuckles. Tony lifted his glass in amusement.

You didn’t miss it—how she held back the last sip of her toast. Like she wasn’t quite ready to swallow it all.

“To compromise that feels like control, affection that’s occasionally inconvenient, and a marriage that’s already trending.”

And then, softer, just enough for you and Tony to feel it.

“To Tony. For finally finding someone who challenges him… without trying to fix him.”

That landed. You felt it slide under your skin. The crowd clapped. Tony didn’t smile this time.

And neither did you.

You filed it away. Pepper might’ve given up the title, but she hadn’t vacated the throne.

You slipped away later. The room had grown louder, stuffier, all that glitter settling like dust in your lungs. You found the balcony empty and deliciously cold.

The city pulsed beneath you. And for a second, you just… breathed.

“You made it through,” came a voice.

You turned to find Rhodey beside you, nursing a drink and looking smug.

“Barely,” you said.

He handed you a mini dessert. “Sugar helps.”

You took it. Bit in. Let the sugar melt on your tongue and the noise fade behind you.

“It’s going to get weirder before it gets better,” he said gently. “But you’ve got this. Just… don’t let Tony bulldoze over the real you. That’d be a damn waste.”

Your throat tightened a little. You nodded.

Somewhere inside, Tony laughed too loud.

You glanced through the glass doors, catching a flicker of him—shoulders relaxed, head tipped back, a drink in one hand. The woman next to him was statuesque, glossy, and leaning in with the kind of familiarity that made your stomach tighten.

Her hand brushed his arm as she laughed at something—probably not even that funny—and Tony didn’t pull away. He smiled that smile. The one that belonged in headlines and hotel rooms.

You looked away before the moment could gather more weight than it deserved.

This was the arrangement, after all. Separate lives. Public smiles. Private detours.

Still, you tucked the image away like a shard under your ribs—sharp, and certain to sting later.

You braced yourself.

Because if tonight was any indication, this marriage wouldn’t just be difficult.

It would be a masterclass in patience.

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 3 months ago

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"Prongs!!" Knock, Knock, Knock "Prooongsiiee!"

Sirius didn't know what time it was. It must've been early, right? The sky looked early. Whatever. The urgency of seeing James was stronger. He was the only one who could make him feel better. All this family made him feel better.

He knocked again.

"PROONGS!"

Was he asleep? Sirius searched for his phone down his pocket to ring him. But just in time James Potter opened the door.

"What the fuck, Sirius?"

Even with his hair messy, and wearing his pyjama bottoms, glasses askew, James had the capacity of making Sirius feel guilty about his actions. Like a child disappointing his father.

"Prongsie" Sirius pouted. He wanted to hug his best friend. Although he looked pissed.

James adjusted his glasses and looked at Sirius upside down.

"You look like shit" he said closing the door behind him.

Sirius pointed at it "Aren't you gonna let me in?"

James crossed his arms probably realising his torso was naked and it was rather cold outside.

"You're drunk" James pointed to the bottle on Sirius's hands. He forgot he was holding it. How funny was that? "I don't want Lily and Harry to see you like this"

The disappointment of not feeling Lily's tenderness or Harry's admiration washed over him.

But Harry was seven. He was in the age of asking too many questions. So it was probably for the best.

"What time is it?"

James took a peek of his watch and sighed profoundly.

"It's 4 am, Padfoot"

Sirius blinked in surprise. How did time fly so fast?

"I'm sorry" was all he said. Somehow he wanted to cry.

James's angry expression softened.

"Sit down" he pointed at the stairs on the porch. And took the bottle away from him. "I'll be right back"

Sirius felt dizzy and tired as he watched James go inside. Yeah, maybe it was a good idea to sit down. Sirius would've preferred a comfy sofa or his bed. However as he sat down with struggle, he realised he was dizzier than expected and nobody would be able to move him from there in a long time.

James came back minutes later with a jersey on. He had one for Sirius too that he tossed over him. And a bottle of water.

"Drink" he said giving it to him.

Sirius felt grateful. James's jerseys were his favourites because they were soft and comfy and they always smelled great. He put it on and felt better. Then he drank some water and God he was really thirsty. James always knew exactly what he needed even before he did.

"Thanks" Sirius mumbled after and he meant it. What would he do without James Potter?

James gave him a small smile. He looked tired.

"Lily is distracting Harry and putting him back to sleep" James explained.

"Sorry, is he awake?"

Sirius felt guilty again. He had woken them up.

"Harry is a light sleeper. He woke the second he heard me come in" James added with a smile "But...if he knows you're here, uuf, forget about him sleeping again"

Sirius smiled. Harry was a great kid. He was even better than James and Lily combined. He was clever, and fun and so intelligent. Harry had become Sirius's confident and best friend. They did a lot of things together. Sirius loved him like no one else in his life. It was more than loving like an Uncle. Sirius felt that Harry was his. And sometimes he felt bad that James and Lily had more rights over him as his parents. But that was the way it was.

That was life and society, right? No one loves a child like his parents. His parents are the only ones that have to raise him and teach him things. But Sirius wanted that as well. He wanted more. He would die for that little boy.

"Tell me what happened, Pads" James interrupted his thoughts. The smile that Harry had brought to him was gone. "Why are you drunk?"

Sirius sniffed "I broke up with Abby"

It still hurt. Sirius remembered clearly everything about her. Abigail Monroe. Five years younger than him had been a dream come true. He had seen her sing in a pub and he was immediately obsessed with how gorgeous she was.

But Abby was tough. She made him beg for her. Conquer her slowly and painfully.

"I bet no one has ever said no to you, Sirius Black. Bet you used to have everyone drooling for you. Am I wrong?" She was so right "Let me be the first to show you you can't have everything you want"

But it was worth the second she gave in and kissed him for the first time. It was worth it when she agreed to be his girlfriend.

Sirius remembered everything. Abby's long honey colored hair. Her smoking hot body. Her lips. The way she smiled. The way she kissed him. The way she yelled at him when she was angry. Her angelic voice when she sang in public but most of all when she sang only to him.

The images he pictured the most were the ones in bed. Abby, naked and beautiful, smiling at him in the mornings just because he said something dumb.

"I'm sorry" James said "Did something happen?"

Sirius stared at James's expression, trying to read it.

"Your friends don't like me" Abby said as soon as they entered Sirius's flat.

Sirius was surprised.

"That's not true" he smiled. "They were nice to you"

"Yeah they were" Abby crossed her arms unconvinced.

"God," she snorted "It was obvious there was something there, Sirius. Some kind of conspiracy. And invisible force between them"

"An invisible force?" Sirius laughed as he walked over to her.

"I'm not an idiot, babe" Abby added as Sirius wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek "They were all secretly agreeing with each other that I am not the one for you"

"That's ridiculous" Sirius laughed "Did you read their minds?"

"I didn't have to" Abby said "It was like, they were expecting someone else for you. As if I was stealing someone else's place"

Sirius didn't say what he was thinking. Who he was thinking about.

"You must be pleased" Sirius told James now and drank water as if it was alcohol.

James shook his head "Why would I be pleased? You liked her, didn't you?"

"I love her" Sirius answered.

It was true. He had fallen slowly and tenderly.

"So, what happened?" James asked carefully.

Sirius took a deep breath and passed his hand through his short hair. Abby loved it short. Sirius had cut his long curls just for her.

"I was losing myself, Prongs" Sirius nodded.

James was looking at him with pity.

"You know, I would have died for her" he continued "I would have changed every aspect of my life for her. I would have given her anything she wanted, anything she asked me"

Sirius shook his head as he felt how tears threatened to appear.

"But I don't think she would have done the same for me" Sirius said "I was this perfect handsome and potentially rich bloke for her. She wanted to turn me into the perfect boyfriend for her. With the perfect life and the perfect family... And she tried to squeeze Walburga, Regulus and me into a happy family. But fuck she doesn't understand how broken we are"

Walburga would always make Sirius and Reggie feel miserable about themselves. It didn't matter that she was a clean changed woman that quit drinking and did yoga. Regulus could have forgiven her, not Sirius. Sirius still had scars from when he was a kid or a teen and she said awful things to him or hit him when things got nasty.

Abby wanted to fix something unfixable.

James was silent. Like a wise man who already knew all of this and was happy that Sirius was realising it.

"And I was scared of how sexy, open and flirty she was with everyone" Sirius added "I've never been so violent in my life with every single bloke that set eyes on her. So possessive. So nasty. So insecure"

James nodded "I know, Pads" he said softly "I've been the one that took you out of trouble every time"

Sirius felt a pang of guilt that made him cry. He shook his head.

"I don't know who I am anymore, Prongsie. I am lost"

James came closer and hugged Sirius. The latter cried on his shoulder. James was safely and comfort and home.

"I really thought I was going to marry her, Prongsie" Sirius cried "I thought she was the one"

"Oh Padfoot, I'm sorry"

Sirius showed him his bleeding knuckles.

"I punched Abby's brother tonight because he called me an asshole for breaking her heart"

James tensed a bit but then he just smiled "I honestly hated that twat"

Sirius snorted "Me too" a sniff.

He stared at James. He knew he hated Abby as well. And if James Potter hated someone, it was because they deserved it. Maybe he had been blind.

"You're lucky"

"What?"

Sirius gestured to the door.

"You found the one when you were bloody eleven and she still stands your ass"

James smiled widely now.

"Lils is the love of my life" he said "But it wasn't easy, eh? Remember she rejected me for six years?"

Sirius nodded remembering. It was odd to think of the past and not imagine Lily completely in love with James like she was now.

James and Lily made everyone feel miserable about their failing love lives. They were perfect for each other. They were happy.

"How do you guys do it?"

James sighed "We love each other, Pads. As simple as that. That doesn't mean that we don't fight or get sick of each other sometimes. But our love is stronger" he nodded "Plus, having Harry helps a lot. My Bambi brings us closer"

Sirius smiled.

"Lily brings out the best in me, Padfoot" James added "Not the worst" Like Abby did with Sirius "She makes me the best version of myself. Harry too... You deserve that as well"

"I think I used to have that with Remus"

Sirius surprised himself with that comment. He didn't plan to say it. Or thought before saying it. It was as if it came out from the bottom of his soul.

Sirius didn't think about Remus that often anymore. It didn't hurt to think about them either. Like it used to hurt. Sirius's whole world was Abby now. So yeah it was odd.

And James found it odd as well as he raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

Flashes of memories came to Sirius about his relationship with Remus. God, he used to be so young and in love. He used to feel at the top of the world. He used to feel anything was impossible around him.

"I think I haven't been more myself than I was when I was with him"

In the highest of their relationship that was. When Sirius finally accepted he was into boys and girls. And when they graduated, they moved into Alphard's flat in London and Sirius was finally free from the responsibilities of being the Heir of his family fortune because he had been disowned.

He had never been happier.

"I think I ruined our relationship like I ruin everything"

James's chin was on his palm, open and attentive.

"Do you miss him?"

"Sometimes"

God, what was Sirius doing? He couldn't crave Remus when he just broke up with Abby. He was still in love with Abby.

"How is he?" he asked softy, trying to pretend he didn't care. "Do you know?"

James nodded "Lily facetime's him every two Wednesdays" he said "Sometimes when he is in London we invite him for dinner"

"Yeah I knew that" Sirius swallowed.

"He's doing fine, Sirius"

Remus lived in Brighton now. Sirius broke down when his friends told him he left after their breakup. He had seen him again a few times. Most of them were awkward and painful. Especially the one on Harry's fifth birthday.

"Is he still with..."

"Grant? Yeah" James nodded.

Sirius didn't know it would hurt him this much. He knew they were together. He knew it was natural for Remus to move on. He prepared himself for it. They had broken up years ago. But still hurt like hell. Grant was a reminder of what Sirius would never be.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! IT IS MY FIVE YEAR OLD SON'S BIRTHDAY, SIRIUS!"

He hadn't seen Lily this furious either.

"AND YOU'RE PISSED! AND YOU'RE ACTING LIKE A TWAT! CURSING, TRIPPING AND MAKING AN SCANDAL. SNOGGING THE CATER IN FRONT OF KIDS!"

Sirius had done it because he wanted to make Remus jealous. He was right there next to Grant. They were both looking at Sirius with pity. He was so embarrassed. And it was Grant who was wearing the clown costume.

"LOOK AT ME!" Lily grabbed his chin, so Sirius looked into her eyes. She was crying. God, he had made her cry. Harry was already sobbing upstairs with Effie. "I've never been more disappointed in you. You're gonna sober up and apologise to Harry!"

When Lily walked away, James was behind her. And the way he looked at Sirius, broke his heart. He hated himself for hurting James like that.

James in the present was calm. So Sirius tried to be the same. Mature about it..

"That's great. I'm glad he's happy"

"Sirius" James asked carefully "Do you still love him?"

Sirius took a deep breath. He pictured Remus smiling at him like he used to. Not in a sexy way like with Abby. Just in a comforting way. Like when they were best friends. Perhaps their romantic relationship had ruined the magic they used to have.

"I will always love Remus" His Moony.

But at the moment his heart still belonged to Abby.

"I think I need to be alone for a while, though" Sirius told James "I want to find myself again"

James finally smiled like a proud father. He rubbed Sirius's short hair as a show of affection which reminded Sirius: Not cutting his hair until it was long enough to reach his shoulders or more. He missed his leather jacket and his ripped jeans. His rings and piercings, his black nails. He looked like a posh wanker with the shirt and elegant trousers he was wearing now.

"UNCLE PADFOOT!!" Sirius was surprised when little arms were around his neck and a little boy was on his lap, clenching himself to him. "YOU'RE HERE!"

Sirius laughed. Harry always smelled like apple shampoo and baby cologne.

"Hey Bambi, why aren't you in bed?" James immediately acted in angry dad mode.

"I fall asleep for one second and this boy disappears"

Sirius turned to see a very sleepy Lily on the door. He had seen Lily in pajamas all the time. And each time she looked more adorable.

"Hi Sirius love" she smiled.

Sirius smiled back "Hey Ginger"

"I wanted to see why Daddy was taking so long!" Harry bounced on Sirius's lap "Why didn't you come and see me, Padfoot?" The boy pouted.

"You were asleep, Prongslette" Sirius kissed his head "I didn't want to bother you"

Harry didn't seem pleased.

"Did you come for a sleepover? Where are your pajamas?"

"Yeah Uncle Padfoot was busy at a party that's why he couldn't come earlier, right?" James clarified.

Abby's party in which he broke up with her. The slap she had given him still hurt.

"Plus, I sleep like Tarzan. Remember?"

That made Harry giggle. Like Tarzan practically naked. Harry screamed like Tarzan. Immediately Sirius followed. And shortly after, James too. The three of them laughed after that.

"You're gonna wake up the whole neighborhood" Lily tutted. And when Harry yawned openly she added "Come on, Harry. Let's go back to bed, sweety"

"But I want Padfoot to come with me!" Harry squeezed his Uncle tighter. Sirius was pleased.

"Yeah, Padfoot is going to sleep with you but first he needs to shower" James explained rubbing his son's head "He's smelly, isn't he?"

Sirius made a face and Harry laughed. He hoped the little boy didn't smell the alcohol.

"But you'll stay to sleep and you'll stay tomorrow?" Harry asked excitedly "I want to play with you"

"I promise, Prongslette" Sirius winked "Tomorrow, just you and me"

"But for that, you'll need energy, don't you?" Lily extended her hand "Come to bed, love. Padfoot will be there shortly"

As a promise, Sirius kissed the boy's cheek repeatedly.

Harry was happier when she followed Lily inside. Lily instructed the boy to go upstairs and he did it but with whines and moans.

"Is everything ok, Sirius?" Lily asked quickly.

James raised to his feet. Sirius followed. He felt more sober now. And guilty. Lily worried for him like a mother would.

"He broke up with Abby, love" James explained.

"Oh" Sirius noticed how Lily tried to hide her relief. She had always been hoping Sirius and Remus got back together.

But life wasn't like a fairytale. Or the movies. Sometimes it was more difficult than love.

"I'm sorry, Sirius" she wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek "We'll talk in the morning, okay?" she nodded "And James is right. You stink of alcohol"

"I'm sorry" Sirius sighed in defeat.

"Oh, love. It's okay" she caressed his cheek once and then walked inside yelling at Harry to go into his room and stop spying from upstairs.

"Is it really okay if I stay?" Sirius asked James carefully.

The latter grinned "Are you kidding, Pads?" he asked "This is your home. You're more than welcome"

Sirius was relieved and grateful. He really didn't want to go back to his flat full of memories of Abby.

"Thanks" he patted James's cheek and walked inside. It was so much warmer inside. This was home whenever James, Lily and Harry were.

"I'll prepare some coffee for you" James said as he closed the door. "Go and wash away your drunkenness"

"I love you, Prongs" Sirius said.

James smiled "I love you too"

James walked into the kitchen and Sirius started relaxing. He texted Marlene he was sleeping over at The Potters. And with a sigh he climbed the stairs.

Sirius was lucky to have a family like this. He would be okay.

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