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madamechrissy · 1 day ago

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Ebb and Flow

Pairing - Rafayel (LADS) x F! reader

Summary- Rafayel is being a BRAT, as usual, and asks you to just leave after a day out together. But then you realize he just doesn't feel good - turns out, Raf is actually in heat, whoopsie! - (This is from the ebb and flow memory of course, I just started falling for Raf HARD and here I am, making him fuck you during heat) 3.5k wc

Warnings - needy, desperate Rafayel, he has a breed kink like a mf, fingering, oral sex (f receiving) he really really needs to drink you all up, creampie, mating press, rougher sex, pleasure dom raf, but he's lowkey a switch hehe, pwp w/feelingsss

This is my first time writing him hehe, I have brainrot from Ebb and Flow :')

Rafayel is moody, pouty and just outright rude today. After all his antics, you're honestly not even mad he is asking you to just leave him alone. "Just go, ugh," he pouts as he crosses his arms, slouching down on his couch, the breeze of the warm air blowing his hair just so.

"You invited me out you know, I had shit to do today. What's up with you?" You cross your arms right back at him and he glares over at you.

"Well now I don't want to do anything, that place was boring, and it's so hot, ugh!" He collapses back on the couch, glaring over at you some more. "Why are you still here?"

"You're such a brat I swear, why do I put up with you?" You tug at the purse he's laying on now, and he doesn't move, just clicking his tongue and smacking your hand.

"Stop touching me!"

"I'm not you idiot, I need my bag." He pouts again, sighing and sitting up, letting you yank it out from under him. "You know what next time you come over I'm kicking you out."

"As if I want to hang out it your tiny fishbowl of an apartment."

"Rude! We can't all be millionaires." You scoff and sling your bag over your shoulder, shaking your head at the pretty, bratty man you are currently dealing with. He is usually fun and cute in his needy nature, it's off for him to push you away, but he seems to just be so done with everything today and whining about the heat.

"Are you still here?" He says then, shutting his eyes, you roll your own and shake your head.

"Bye then, my god," you turn to leave when he snatches you by your wrist, dragging you onto his lap and burying his face against your neck, making you feel just how hot he is. "Raf you're like a freaking space heater, what's going on?"

"Don't go," he whispers now, you get whiplash from him, sighing and putting down your purse, turning in his lap to look at him. "Stay with me."

"You're the most frustrating man, you know that?" He pouts again, and you instantly feel sorry for him, especially when you see sweat breaking out on his brow. "Are you feeling sick?"

"I'm fine... I'm just cold. I need you." He's got you tugged against him so tightly you're wincing at it, he's so warm you're sweating.

"You're not cold, you're burning. I need the thermometer- let me go, would you?" He's shaking his head now, pressing his lips on your skin, shocking you as he sucks it into his mouth, you feel your nipples tighten, gasping at the sensation.

"Mmm, just stay here, would you? Don't leave me, ever."

"You just kicked me out you know - mnh." He's got his big hands taking over your body, slipping down your waist, as he looks up at you, his eyes all glazed over, lips parted and glossy. You swallow nervously. "Can I get you a towel or something, you're all sweaty."

"Don't leave," he says again, confusing the shit out of you and nuzzling you right over your breasts now, burning your skin, thumbs now slipping right over your ass, and you feel your body react to his touch, his nearness. "You can't leave me again."

"I've never left you kicked me out, remember bratty boy?" You keep the tone teasing, biting your lip and gripping his broad shoulders while his lips decorate your collar bone with feverish kisses.

"I'm cold, need your hands everywhere," he takes one and puts it on his chest, you feel his heart racing.

"R-rafayel? What's going on?" He moans and whines out, rubbing his face all over your neck as you feel his head, burning up, his breath tickling on your neck, fingers brushing down your breasts softly. "You're sick, we need to take care of you."

"Mmm, you're so warm." He whispers, nuzzling against your neck, plump lips brushing your skin as you tremble, thighs pressing together while you touch his forehead with your lips.

"You need something for this fever, let me go get some water or something- ah! Raf!" You try to get up, but he pouts at you, yanking you by your wrist until you're sprawled on top of him, right between his spread thighs, his eyes are a dark violet, narrowed into a glare. "Let me get some!"

"Need you all over me," he's tugging you impossibly closer, wrapping strong arms around you, when you feel just how hot and hard he is under his dark slacks, making your cunt heat up and earning his moan. "Thirsty."

"Then let me get water! Raf what... ah!" He's pressing hungry kisses all along your chest, the two of you have gotten closer but you haven't stepped over that barrier just yet, your body responds to the hot fingers slipping up your skirt, his kisses hungrier as he finds your cunt over your panties. "Mnh!"

"Your heat, need to bury myself in it," his voice is drugged, his elegant fingers slipping under your panties to find your slit, already embarassingly wet. He looks under long lashes, sighing. "So thirsty."

"R-Rafayel, we need to cool you down and get you a drink. Is now the time for- mnh!" He's slipped two fingers deep in your cunt, stretching you and making you gasp, head falling back for more of his messy kisses. "Fuck..."

"Found the perfect source of heat, and so wet f'me, hmm?" you barely register as he flips you on your back, face flushed red from how over heated he is on his cheeks, your thighs are trembling on either side of him as his lips hover over yours. "Aren't you, cutie? gonna admit it? how much you want this?"

"I... you... you're delusional," you press on his chest and he smirks just a bit, lips even closer, pressing his cock against your soaked cunt, you feel how hard he already is, making your cunt throb around nothing. "I'm... you're..."

He kisses you then, while his hands are firm on your wrists, pinning them down and making you whine with just how much you're craving him, hips rolling up for more without even thinking. His tongue slips right into your mouth, possessing it, as your thighs press on either side of narrow hips.

"You're already soaking me," he whispers, the window is blowing in more of that warm, sticky air, the water gently brushing the sandy bank in soft waves as he kisses lower and lower, tugging on your top to reveal a pretty breast. "Look at this art."

"Ah!" You're at a loss as his mouth sucks in a peak, his eyes so dilated they're black as he sucks hard, one hand pinning a wrist while the other brushes down your body, up a thigh. "You really don't feel good, shouldn't we wait-"

"I'm tired of waiting," he huffs, usually so goofy and silly, there's none of that right now, only pure thirst, kissing further as he tugs at your top. "Take it off, now."

You don't expect the commanding tone, you lean up just a bit, but it's him who damn near rips your top off, freeing your breasts that sway just a bit for his gaze. He's slipping your skirt up your hips, licking a trail down the center of your skin, whining out as he gets closer to your heat.

"You're so warm here," he kisses your waist, nipping along your ribcage, finally getting his burning hot lips on your inner thigh, making you moan, the sound just making him harder. He's rutting his thick, leaky cock against the couch now, dying to paint your body in pretty patterns of white.

He can't stand how pretty you are like this, the sweat dripping from your body, leaving you in a pretty sheen, your skin just glistening for him as he eyes your cunt in those panties. You're so wet they're literally pressed up and sucked against you firmly, so he can see the soaking wet outline of your lips.

"Look, so much for me to drink already," he laps at your panties, your hands go into his dark violet locks before you can even think about it, the sensation torturous. "Mmm, you're wet for me, just me, aren't you cutie?"

"Who else you - Raf oh my -" He's yanked your panties to the side, baring your cunt for his eyes to feast on, watching the arousal gush from your hole now. "You're..."

"Thirsty." He repeats, brows low over his eyes as he watches you right as he licks a stripe up your slit, making you scream out, hips jerking up. He pins them down with his big hands, pressing a hungry kiss on your hood, tip of his tongue lapping more of the juices flowing, making your eyes roll back.

"Sensitive there- mmm!" He's honing in on it, lifting your hood with those artist's fingers, exhaling as he spots your little clit, licking in a slow, torturous circle as he watches you wriggle and squirm, your hands yanking his hair even tighter. "Ah!"

Rafayel slips two fingers back in, you feel the callouses pressing right on your spot as he curls them up, lashes casting shadows on flushed cheeks as he laps you up while he's slotting them inside you. You're screaming out now, uncaring as it echoes and carries outside to the private beach, earning his mouth getting even hungrier as he feels how hot your cunt is inside.

"Raf-ngh! There, please, fuck..." You're past caring, yanking on his hair and lifting your hips up for more, earning his groan as his cock starts leaking pre against silky boxers, sticking as your arousal drowns his mouth. "M-gonna- ah!"

"Cum then, let me drink all of it," he leans his cheek on your thigh for a moment, staring right at you longingly, still curling the fingers that your cunt drools on. "It'll make me feel better, cutie."

"You're crazy, I swear," he pulls out his fingers right before you cum, leaving you shaking, breathless and on edge. "Back in, back in, please."

"Now you're so sweet, hmm, fuck you're so warm," he's buried his tongue inside you instead, and you're lifting your hips up for more, as his hands press into your hip bones, lifting you like it's nothing towards his face. "Use me, that's it just do whatever you want to me, I'll let you."

He's too much.

You're done now, his straight nose bumping your little clit as the lavender highlights of his hair brush against your sensitive inner thigh. You're lost in the sensations, in his slurping like he is in a desert drinking you as if you're the only source of water, tongue so long inside your walls when he drags you even closer, letting you tug his head closer.

"Suffocate me, that's it," he's whispering, muffled on your cunt as you feel the pressure built in your tummy, his hot mouth and fingers bringing you even further, until you shatter all over him. You scream out as you gush all over Rafayel's pretty face, but he's drinking it all up so hungrily, slurping and moaning sounds obscene. "Ngh..." you hear him whining right with you, sipping every bit of your juices up in his mouth.

"Oh my god I- ah!" You're shaking as the orgasm washes over you, and he leans up then, face coated in your slick, kissing you with your sweetness on his plush lips, you taste yourself, hands slipping down his hard body hungrily, finding his cock and watching his eyes flutter shut. "Let me make you feel good too-"

"Need to be inside you, now," he huffs, swatting away your hands when you try to touch him, leaning back so big over you, his white dress shirt hanging so you see all of the muscles of his chest. "Need to breed you."

"Need to what now?" You're so disoriented, you barely get a chance to process his naked body, his hot and heavy cock slapping against his flat belly button when he stands, you go to touch him again and he smacks at your hand, making you giggle for a moment.

His glare just gets you more excited, gasping as he picks you up with one arm like it's nothing, carrying you over to the bed now, he throws you down on it, drenched in sweat now, chest heaving up and down as he tugs off your skirt, leaving you bare to him.

"Part of me wants to cum all over every inch of your body," you go to touch his chest but he pins your wrists down again, hands burning your delicate wrists as your breaths come in quick pants, so ready to have him inside you. Though looking at his long, pretty cock you're not even sure how it'll fit. "The other part needs to fill you, now."

"What is going on with you today!? Are you sure you're okay for any of - ah!" He's let your wrists go just to press your thighs up, smushing them against your breasts and looking at you with hungry, dark eyes.

"Fill you up, have to," he's like in some insane trance - a heat - you gasp when he presses his tip in, moaning as you grip it, the pretty pink of him stuffed inside your slutty, eager hole, looking down at you and sighing. "Beautiful."

"Raf you're really big and- oh fuck," you're whining as he gives you inch by inch, so slowly, your hands gripping his fancy, expensive sheets, soft as you crumple them, eyes rolled back in your skill. "So big I..."

"You can take it, all of it for me, hmm? All my cum, have my babies," he's shoved his cock fully in, tip slamming your cervix, you struggle to maintain any sense as it fills you so full, so hot and pulsing as it fills you. He leans on your thighs now, looking down at you folded for him. "Look at me, now."

"Mmm..." you try to open your eyes, so full of him, his hair falling over his brow as he moves then, pumping you so full of his cock, hitting spots in your walls you don't even know exist.

"That's it, fill you up, can you take me, all of me?" His words are hungry and desperate, whines from the back of his throat while he moves, harder and harder, thrusting so deep and losing himself more and more in you, that sweat from his burning hot body dripping onto your skin as his hands press your thighs down. "Can you?"

You manage a little nod as he exhales, fucking into you harder, whining out as his leaky tip presses your cervix, bottoming out inside you. "Rafayel! It's too much, mnh!"

"You can take all of me, can't you?" He lets your legs fall to the side, leaning low over you, the heels of your feet settle into the muscles of his lower back, his hands gripping your face. "I need you," you nod weakly, cunt gushing as she tries to stretch to accommodate, he slows the pace, kissing you again, and your hands slip up his biceps, nails pressing in, making him hiss. "You have claws, hmm?"

"Maybe," you whisper, eyes locking, and he loses it at just how pretty you are, kissing you again as he lifts a thigh, steadily fucking into your cunt deeper and deeper, rolling his hips just so and making you cum all around him.

"All that wetness, all that heat, I need it," his voice is so deep now, husky as he feels your aftershocks, watching your face so fucked out, mouth wide open, eyes rolled back. "Need you to look at me."

"F-fuck..." you hear it, the neediness, cunt pulsing around his cock still, opening them just a bit and slipping a hand up to his face, he takes it with his own, so big compared to yours, sighing.

"You're so beautiful, I wanna put so many babies inside you," you barely register what the fuck he's on about, it all feels too fucking good. He's starting to thicken, leaning up and bracing himself with one arm, the other finding your clit again. "Cum again, need all of you."

You're blinded when you make a mess of him, of his fancy sheets, cunt gushing so much wetness it's ridiculous, all for his eager eyes that are so dilated you no longer see the purple of them. He smiles as he looks at it, pulling that thumb and sucking your juices off it, before slipping up to his knees, grabbing your hips.

"Ready to take it all?" He whispers, you manage a weak nod as he cries out then, his head falling forward as he thrusts so deep inside you, cock pushing ropes and ropes of white filling you.

"Oh my- mmmh!" You're trembling as he fills you, he leans over and rests his head on yours, crying out hoarsely.

"Perfect, so warm, so wet, god I'm never leaving," he's in some fucking insane trance again, but you can't complain, not when he's lapping that cum out of you in just a few moments, not when he's murmuring - "again"

"Again!?" you whisper, he flips you over, nodding as he's fully hard and ready once more, pumping you so full you feel him everywhere, you're gasping as he presses you down into that bed, prone over you.

"Need more," he keeps whispering, lost inside you, feeling you trembling underneath his artist's fingers, painting you with little bruises as his mouth leaves love bites. After that he's got you cleaning up in a bath, but he can't stop himself from having you ride him, cunt so sore you're whining.

"Raf, what is going on... is this normal!?" You whisper after he's hard again inside you, he's cum at least four times and he's twitching inside you gummy, slick walls as he pulls you closer, water splashing all over your bodies and softly undulating as he bucks his hips up. "Ah! Raf..."

"Need you again." He whispers, you're lost in every sensation, curious just what has happened to him.

In the morning however, he's bright eyed and grinning, he's bought every donut known to man, they all like stupidly fancy, and he's got you your favorite boba.

"What... was that last night?" You wince as you stand up with his help, dressed in just one of his fancy silk dress shirts. He brushes fingers across all the marks he left, wondering if you're still dripping his cum. You touch his forehead, finding it cool again. "So weird, you were burning."

"You fixed me right up." He's smirking all adorable and charming, pulling you close. "Ready to eat, cutie? I got your faves."

Rafayel is bratty and silly as usual, pouting when you steal his favorite flavor of donut and leave him none of it, but when you go to leave later he gets really pouty. "I've got to work you know."

"No, don't go, please." He tugs you against him when you try to walk out the door. "I'll pay you way more to hang out with me today."

"Rafayel..."

"You can use me again," he whispers in your ear, smiling when you turn around and glare. "However you want, just don't go."

"You don't have a fever anymore you're fine now," You look back and he slips his fingers down your body, you tremble as all the memories of the night hit you slowly, making you heat up. "Oh fine."

"Yay!" He's all cute until you're right back under him, and he's painting your pretty body with those white ropes of cum, murmuring - Mine - over and over.

okayyy I just started rly getting into Raf so I hope you all enjoyyy <3

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starrbishops · 3 days ago

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⟡Just a Little Meddling⟡

(John Walker x f!Reader)

Summary: Walker's feelings for you are obvious to everyone except you. Tired of watching him pine, the team decides to do something about it.

Word Count: 4k

Notes: Set after the events of Thunderbolts*, love confessions, first kiss, reader is described as wearing a dress and being shorter than John (he's 6' 2" so that's pretty much everyone but thought I'd mention it) New Avengers team shenanigans, John Walker yearns

a/n: I've wanted to write a Walker fic feat. the rest of the team so bad so this is it! I do love the family dynamic of the group and this was really fun to write.

“We are out of Wheaties!” Alexei yells out, jolting everyone seated around the dining table. Ever since they’d put the group of you on the box, Alexei had refused to buy any other cereal.

“Oh no.” Yelena deadpaned as she took a sip of orange juice. “This is tragic.”

“Whatever shall we do.” Ava sighed as she leaned back in her chair.

“We will get more!” Alexei declared, storming over to the table. “Bob, you will join me on trip to the supermarket.” he pointed at the man as he spoke. “We need food anyways, Walker uses every ingredient when he cooks.”

“Hey!” John raised his hands in argument. “I make you all breakfast and this is the treatment I get?”

“Oh come on, Walker, we all know why you do this.” Yelena took another bite of her own food.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” he insisted.

Bob shrugged from his seat by the blonde. “I mean, no offense, Walker, but you’re kinda obvious.”

“What’s going on out here?” you walked into the room, rubbing our eyes as if you’d just woken up. John immediately jumped out of his seat, grabbing the extra plate of pancakes that he’d made.

“Hey, made sure to make some extra for you.” he handed you the plate before nervously shoving his hands into his pockets. You smiled as you looked at the dish before you.

John was a surprisingly good cook. None of you could have predicted he was actually competent in the kitchen, but he’d become the designated chef of the group. Today, he’d taken the liberty of making you all blueberry pancakes ‘out of the goodness of his heart.’

“I love blueberries! Thanks John.” you grinned up at him before taking your seat, his eyes trailing after you. Yelena and Ava each gave him a knowing look, to which he scoffed before sitting back down next to you.

“We are in crisis.” Alexei announced to you, slamming the empty Wheaties box in front of you. “We have no Wheaties!” You held back laughter, glancing over at John with a grin at the ridiculous situation. Yelena groaned and covered her face out of embarrassment.

“I think we’ll survive, Alexei. Besides, John’s a great cook, he can tide us over till we go to the store.” you pointed at Walker with your fork, not looking over to see the way his face went red and his smile widened just a bit at the praise. Ava chuckled under her breath at it.

The five of you sat together, conversing as Alexei finally broke his no-Wheaties hunger strike and ate some of John’s pancakes. Walker couldn’t care less, honestly. Yelena may have been mean, but she wasn’t stupid. He liked you; a lot. You were sweet, smart, beautiful. And you would never go for someone like him, so he was left with nothing to do but small things like these. Making your favorite breakfast, looking out for you on missions, saying dumb things just to make you laugh. Anything to see you smile.

“Shit, it’s Val.” you groaned as you looked at your phone. “I gotta take this.” you stepped away, John staring as you left the room. Before you, he’d never been one to gawk at women, but it was getting to the point where when you were in a room, his adult brain turned off and his monkey brain turned on.

“Christ, Walker, you have no shame.” Ava laughed as she noticed John staring, snapping him out of it.

“What?”

“You’re like a lovesick puppy.” she joked, Yelena laughing with her.

“What are you talking about?” Alexei questioned, looking confused between Ava and John.

“Nothing, they’re just being annoying-”

“Walker likes her.” Yelena tilted her head to where you’d just left from.

John just hid his face in his hands, sighing as Alexei processed the information.

“Is this true, Walker?” he asked, seeming genuine in his questioning.

John shrugged. “If I say no, would you even believe me?”

“No.” Yelena and Ava spoke in sync, Bob shaking his head as well.

John threw his hands up, leaning back in his chair. “Fine, okay, I do like her. Are you happy?”

“YES!” Alexei practically jumped up from his seat, moving to smack John on the back.

“Ow!” he recoiled at the super soldier’s touch, Alexei hitting much harder than he intended to. He leaned down to squeeze John into a hug, all but suffocating him in the process.

“Ah, young love. You would make beautiful couple, John. Strong super babies. Would be great for marketing as well.”

“Dad!” Yelena called out from across the table. Alexei just waved her off.

“I joke. But it’s true, you would be wonderful together.”

“Thanks.” Walker choked out. “Please let go.” he caught his breath as Alexei released him.

“Why have you not told her this?”

“He’s scared.” Ava piped in. “Thinks she’s too good for him.”

“Well…” Alexei shrugged.

“Hey, you just said we’d be a good couple!” John cried out.

“Yes, but in terms of leagues, she is up here-” Alexei held his hand up horizontally. “And you are here.” he held his other hand up lower than the first. Yelena again laughed, even Bob chuckling a little.

“You are very handsome man, John, very strong, but you need to be firm. Tell her your feelings. Say, ‘I love you, and I want to be strong man for you. Let us make passionate love.’”

“I am not saying that!” John said as the rest of the table burst into laughter.

“What’s happening?” Bucky yawned as he walked in.

“Alexei is trying to get Walker to admit his crush.” Yelena explained between giggles.

Bucky looked confused. “What, you still haven’t told her?”

“Is it that obvious?” John threw his hands up before covering his face again, prompting more laughter from the others.

“Hey, just saying, you’d be a cute couple. I think she likes you.” Bob leaned over, trying to encourage him.

“Thank you Bob, but I know I have no chance.”

Bucky chuckled. “You give up real easily, don’t you Walker.”

“Look, all of you-” Walker gestured around the table. “She’s out of my league, okay? She can do better. And none of you are going to tell her about this, got it?”

Yelena shrugged, face red from laughter. “Okay, if you’re choosing cowardice, that’s your choice.”

“We won’t stand in your way.” Ava laughed as she stood, taking her plate to the kitchen sink.

“I think you should just tell her. Get it out of your system.” Bob shrugged.

“Yes! Be brave, that is what women want. Strong provider who is not afraid of feelings.” Alexei added.

“I don’t know about all that.” Bucky patted Alxei’s shoulder. “But he’s got a point. She’s gonna find out at some point, Walker.”

“Not if I can help it.” he insisted as he began cleaning up dishes.

“Hey, what’d I miss?” you walked back into the room, John straightening up nervously.

“Nothing!” he yelled immediately. Yelena giggled again as Bucky just sighed.

You looked around at the group, observing Ava holding back laughter, Bob looking nervous, and Alexei looking up expectantly at John. “Okay.” you finally said. “John, do you mind coming with me to this stupid meeting thing later? Val’s insisting I bring someone.”

“Yes!” John immediately replied. “I mean, no of course I don’t mind.”

You smiled, a look of relief that John had memorized. “Thank God, I cannot do this alone. It’s at 11, I gotta go get ready now.”

“Yeah! I mean, I’ll get ready too. For the meeting.” he all but ran to you, following you into the hallway as the others watched.

“God, he’s pathetic.” Ava chuckled as she rinsed off her dish.

“Give him a break, Starr, he’s in love. It’d make anybody crazy.” Bucky warns as he sits down at the table.

“So we are going to do something about this, right? I don’t know how much more of this I can stomach.” Yelena asked the group.

“Walker seems like he needs a little push.” Alexei made a pushing motion as he said the word. “Something to make him act, finally.”

“You want to meddle behind both of their backs?” Ava asked as she rejoined the group at the table.

“Yes, obviously. They both need it.” Yelena gestured to the hall where the two had left.

Bucky ran a hand through his hair. “Listen, this isn’t our business.” he sighed. “But watching Walker like this is kind of sad.”

“So what’s the plan?” Ava asked.

The five sat in silence, thinking on how to get the two together.

Finally Bob chimed in, with “I have an idea!”

You flopped on the couch, John joingin you as the two of you arrived back at the tower after Val’s meeting. After three hours of her droning on and on, it was a relief to be in the quiet of the Watchtower.

That was shortly interrupted by the entrance of the others into the room, ALexei immediately beginning his questioning of how it went.

You turned to John with a pleading look on your face. Please field his questions for me.

John just sighed, unable to say no to you, turning to Alexei to summarize the meeting. Bucky took a seat between the two of you.

“How you feelin’?” he asked. You just chuckled.

“Like my brain is mush.” you put a hand over your eyes.

“Val’ll do that to you.” Bucky jokes as he leaned back. “Hey, I wanted to ask you something.”

You moved your hand, facing the super soldier. “Shoot.”

“Mel’s got this friend, nice guy, good looking, smart, your age.” he listed off. “He works for Val too, thinks you’re pretty cool.”

John tunes into the conversation, focus shifting from Alexei’s questioning to suspicion as to what Bucky was getting at.

“Mel wanted to know if you’d be okay with us setting you up with him.” Bucky explained. “Obviously, it’s your choice, but I thought I’d put it out there.”

“Oh!” you replied, face one of surprise and confusion. “So, like, a date?”

“Yes, a date.” Bucky nodded.

Alarm bells went off in John’s head as he listened. What the hell was Bucky doing? Trying to kill him? It could be genuine, he knew he and Mel were close, and of course there were plenty of guys who’d kill for a date with you. He just never thought Bucky would go there.

“Well, I’m not really sure, it’s been a while since I’ve dated.” you nervously replied.

“Well that’s why it’s good. Get you back out there.” Bucky patted you on the back. “Doesn’t have to be serious. I just want you to be happy.”

Your eyes flitted over to John briefly, catching his look of concern as Alexei droned on in the background. “Okay. Yeah, sure, why not?”

He was so screwed.

“So, how are you feeling?” Yelena sat down next to Waker with a cup of coffee, interrupting his blank staring at the TV.

“Hm?” he hummed out, still barely in reality.

“You know, about your crush going on a date with some other guy.” she elaborated. “One who’s not you. Even though you’re in love with her.”

“I never said that.” he snapped back, although he didn’t move from his spot. “It’s fine. It’s her choice.”

“You’re seriously not doing anything?” The two jumped as Ava phased in behind them, looking disappointed at John. “You’re just going to keep wallowing here?”

“I’m not wallowing.” he muttered.

“You’ve been sitting there for three hours now watching all the Mission Impossibles. It’s sad, Walker, very sad.”

“They’re good movies.” he mumbled under her breath, eliciting a sigh from Yelena.

“Walker, please, just do something. She likes you, you just need to man up and tell her.” she insisted. Walker just stared down at the floor

“Don’t you think if she liked me she wouldn’t go on a date with another guy? I’m not exactly subtle, you all figured it out.”

“Yes, but she’s ridiculously oblivious.” Ava climbed over the sofa to sit next to John. “You both are. It’s why you’re perfect for each other.”

“Exactly! You just need to do something about it.” Yelena grabbed Walker’s shoulders and shook him, startling him out of his misery.

“Jesus, stop, okay! Look, she made her choice, and I’m not gonna get in the way of her being happy, alright? She deserves better.” With that, he stood up and walked away, leaving the two women looking at each other with disappointment.

“Oh God.” Ava flopped back onto the couch. “He’s worse than I thought.”

“Let’s hope Bob knows what he’s doing,” Yelena said, Ava nodding in agreement.

Meanwhile, you stood in your room, fiddling with your dress as you got ready. The longer you stare at yourself, the worse you feel.

You were unsure of this from the minute Bucky brought it up, but it wasn’t like you had any excuse not to. You’d been harboring feelings for John for a while now, something you’d held close to your chest, afraid and unwilling to admit to them. You hoped this would take your mind off of him.

A knock at the door startled you from your thoughts, followed by Bob entering the room.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he joined you by the mirror, staring into it alongside you.

“Like I’m gonna puke.” you admitted, arms crossed as you evaluated yourself. Yelena and Ava had helped you pick the dress; it was dark blue, shorter than you’d usually wear (“It’s sexy! You need to maximize hotness for this.” yelena had insisted) and hugged your curves tightly. You’d thrown on an old leather jacket you’d found in your closet to combat the awkwardness you felt, though it was still there, and combined with the guilt you felt about John, it was eating you alive.

“That’s fair.” Bob agreed, putting on a hand on your shoulder. “You look great, though. From an objective standpoint. I wouldn’t-”

“I know, Bob. Thank you.” you cut off his nervous ramblings, smiling over at him. “I just feel like crap for some reason.”

“Is it because of John?” you whipped around at the mention of the name, Bob just staring at you like it was a normal question.

“I- what- what do you mean?” you stuttered out.

“Nothing, it’s just, you guys seem really close. He’s been mopey all day, I thought maybe you had a fight or something.”

You sighed, aptly in relief and partly out of sadness. “Yeah. I don’t know what’s up with him. He’s been weird for days.”

“Yeah. Wonder what it could be. Started around when you agreed to the date, right?” Bob pointed out.

“Yeah, I, uh, guess so.” you nodded, confused at what he was pointing out. “You think that has something to do with it?”

Bob just shrugged. “I don’t know. Just stating the facts.” he peered down at his phone. “It’s almost 6:30. You might wanna get going.”

“Yeah, yeah I should.” you grabbed your purse from your dresser, joining Bob as you walked out of the room.

The other four members of the group sat on the sofa, watching some old action movie that's been left on.

Ava whistled as you walked in. “Lookin’ good. That guy��s not gonna know what hit him.” she smiled at you. You gave a small grin back, trying to force yourself to be excited.

“What a beautiful young lady.” Alexei stood, rubbing your shoulders with a fatherly smile on his face. “And a very lucky young man is waiting for you.”

“Thanks, guys.” you grinned at them.

“In fact, everyone should see you. WALKER!” Alexei yelled out. “GET IN HERE!”

“Oh, John been in a mood all day, he doesn’t need to-”

“Jesus, what is it-” John stopped in his tracks as you turned to face him, wearing a nervous smile. He looked you up and down, admiring how the dress almost molded to your body, the larger jacket hanging from your shoulders. God, he wished that was his jacket right now. And you’d done your makeup, somehow becoming more radiant than you usually were. He always found you attractive, whether you were bloody and dirty from fighting, or done up like this.

The two of you just stared at each other in silence, you unsure what to say, John’s brain attempting to process the sight before him. “She looks nice, eh, Walker?” Alexei chuckled as he patted you on the back.

“Um, yeah.” Walker finally managed to choke out. “You look beautiful.”

You smile and nod sharply. “Thanks, John.”

Alexei turned you to face him. “Well, romance awaits! Let’s get you to your date.”

He pushed you towards the elevator gently, the others saying their goodbyes and giving good luck wishes as you walked away. As you stepped in, you gave one last glance at John, who still stood frozen in what seemed like a state of shock, eyes boring into you. You didn’t realize you’d been holding your breath till the elevator doors shut, and you couldn’t see the others anymore.

“Well, there she goes.” Yelena announced, turning back to the TV. “Nice work, Walker.”

John didn’t even respond to her tease. He just kept staring out at the elevator doors, as if he was trying to melt them with his mind, somehow bring you back up.

“John, you alright over there?” Bucky asked, sounding a million miles away to John.

He was stupid. He was so, so stupid. How could he just let you leave like that? Let some random guy, who didn’t even know you, know how amazing you were, take you out? It wasn’t right. Jealousy burned in his chest, imagining him getting to hold you the way John thought of constantly. Getting to touch her, to feel the warmth of you close up, do things to you JOhn could only imagine as he tried to fall asleep at night. He wouldn’t know how to treat you. How could he? John knew you; knew the small things, like your favorite foods, your nervous ticks, the way you laughed when you were faking and when you genuinely found something funny, how you picked at your nails when you were bored, how you fidgeted with her clothes when you were nervous.

And the way you looked at him-hesitant, nervous. Not in an excited way. In a way that he knew meant you wanted to get out of this. That you were unsure, unhappy.

You weren't happy.

That thought was all John needed to make him run to the stairs, the others calling out after him. He didn’t even listen as he descended, running as quickly as possible to reach her before it was too late.

Out of breath after scaling the steps, he looked around the lobby frantically, searching for you out in the crowd. He spotted you heading for the door, calling out your name as he sped over to you.

You turned confused as a red-faced and panting John stood in front of you, trying to catch his breath. “John, what’s going on?”

“Don’t go.” he panted, “Don’t go on that date.”

You stared blankly at him, confused at his sudden fervor. “What?”

“You can’t.” he insisted. “Please, don’t go.”

Your mouth hung open, perplexed and surprised. “What, I-why not? You couldn’t have said this earlier?”

John looked down at you, eyes full of desperation and humility. “I was- I was scared.”

“Of what?”

“You.” he said, taking a step towards you. “You fucking terrify me. Because you’re amazing, because you make me feel like nothing else in the world.” he sighed, eyes not moving from yours. “God, you scare me more than anything because I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do about it.” he ran a hand through his hair, still breathing heavily as he looked down at you.

You just stare back, shocked and unsure. “You mean all that?”

He nodded fervently, taking another tentative step forward. “I do. And I’m so dumb for not telling you sooner, and for even thinking I could have a chance, but I’m here now.” he reached out, gently taking one of your hands in his. “And I love you. I really do. Please, don’t go.”

You stand, mouth hanging open, unsure what to say, if anything. John just looks defeated and terrified, letting himself be more open and raw than he’d been in years.

You close your mouth, settling on a decision. You reach your other hand around the nape of his neck, pulling him down to your level as you kiss him, hard and intense, an act built from months of longing and suppressed feelings, all let loose with his confession.

He’s still for just a second, brain catching up to his body, before he’s kissing you back, snaking a hand around your waist and cupping your face with the other, tongue slipping into your mouth as he tries to pull you infinitely closer to him.

In that moment, John feels perfect bliss; you against him, your soft lips against his, hand running through his hair mussed from his frantic run to catch you. He could stay like this forever, he thinks.

Unfortunately, you do finally have to pull away to breathe, panting as you lean into John, his arms rising to hold you against him.

“God, I’m so in love with you, John.” you mumble against him, breathing in the scent of him. “And I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, and the team, but god, you’re so great.”

John smiles, planting a kiss to the top of your head. “God, you’re perfect.” he hugs you tightly against him as you rest a cheek on his chest. “You’re everything. I swear, I’ll give you everything, if you’ll let me.”

You nod, opening your eyes to look up at him. “Yes.” you nod fervently. “I don’t need anything, I just want you, John.”

He chuckles, leaning down to give you another kiss. This one is softer, a promise of more to come.

You smile, leaning your forehead against his as he breaks the kiss, only to be interrupted by sudden cheering behind you.

The two of you turn to see your teammates clapping and smiling at you, Alexei holding up his phone as he takes a video.

“Finally!” Yelena yells out, coming over to hug you. “Took you too long enough.”

“You planned this?” you ask, looking out at your friends. John just stands still in shock, hands still firmly planted on your hips.

“Well, it was Bob’s idea.” Ava nudges the man next to her, who gives a nervous grin. “We all just helped.”

“God, this is beautiful.” Alexei suppresses a sob as he pockets his phone, walking over to join the two of you. “I feel like a proud parent.”

“You planned this.” John states, still processing as he glares at Bob, who just shrugs.

“You said you wouldn’t do anything about it. We thought you needed a little push.”

“And clearly it worked.” Bucky gestures to the two of you, prompting you to laugh at the insanity of the situation you were now in.

“You didn’t want to tell me you liked me?” you peered up at John, who somehow got even more red than before.

“Well, I uh… I figured you were out of my league.”

“And you are.” Ava adds as she phases over to you. “But if someone deserves the privilege of dating you, I guess he’s alright.”

“Hey.” Walker’s voice has no bite to it, smiling as he looks back down at you. “Really though, are you sure about this? You want me?”

You chuckle, moving a hand to his cheek, him leaning into your touch. “Yes, John, I’m sure.” you pull him down to kiss him once more, not caring about your friends around you. Yelena and Ava make disgusted sounds as Bob claps, Alexei cheering in the background.

“Shut up!” you push your friends away as you pull back, although you smile doing so. Alexei wraps the two of you in a bruising hug, taking your breath away.

“I’m so proud of you two!” he yells. “It’s like my beautiful daughter and my big strong son are in love!”

“How would that work?” Yelena asks as he releases the two of you, giving John a slap on the back.

“Good work, Walker, I told you, express your love, be honest, and then, you make beautiful passionate love-”

“Okay, Alexei, thank you!” John cuts him off, brushing the others away as he pulls you to him. You laugh as the others move to file back into the elevator, looking up at John.

“Beautiful passionate love, huh?” you joke.

“Alexei has some interesting advice.” John just grins as he puts an arm around your waist, walking with you to join your friends in the elevator.

a/n: This is my longest fic to date and it was written in one sugar high induced sitting and I really don't know how I did it. But here it is! Ain't much but it's honest work :)

#thunderbolts*#john walker #john walker x reader #fanfic #marvel #thunderbolts #us agent #bob reynolds #yelena belova #alexei shostakov #bucky barnes #ava starr

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sqgeism · 2 days ago

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reader asking anaxa to guess their chapstick flavor, when he asks for the tube like 'ok, can i try it?' reader pulls him in for a kiss only to find out it was plain 😌

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 sticking out your tongue for the picture.. | amphoreus men x gender neutral reader

🍒 — ᥫ᭡ you're so pretty, you're so popular ! brequest above >_>

love mail — ⨾ wow that last post was crazy 👸 anyway um.. suggestive cw 👰‍♂️ this is so ass omds never let me write EVER AGAIN!! please have mercy ( ｡ﾟДﾟ｡)

a smile like that can only mean mischief, and as you approach anaxagoras with glossy lips while he's laying on the couch, he knows to expect trouble. "anaxaaaaa—" you say sweetly, prolonging the 'a' as he playfully rolls his eyes. "yes, my dove?"

"i got a new chapstick today! wanna guess the flavor?"

and he's figured out your scheme as you hover over him, leaning closer to his face. one leg between his own and the other dangling over the couch, the scholar has no choice but to 'fall' for your trap.

so he initially closes the gap softly, faint kisses on your lips to lower your guard. only for his advances to roughen, slipping his tongue past your lips and relishing in the little gasp you let out.

but right before your hand slips under his shirt— "ah, it's flavorless."

he pulls away, standing from the couch and cracking his neck. "a shame, i really would've liked to taste you fully."

if you scramble to grab a legitimately flavored chapstick, bless your heart

mydei has this fun little game with you, that after every single fight he had won, he'd let himself guess what chapstick you were wearing while you sat all gorgeous in the colosseum seats.

so imagine his big grin, all bloody and bruised as you run up to him in his private room with nothing but concern in your gaze. "mydei!" your hands cupping his face make it too easy. "oh titan, are you alright?"

he clearly is, if he still has enough adrenaline pumping to bravely steal your lips while his door is still unlocked. his sudden neediness shocks you, his vice like grip on your hips to keep you close, looming over you as his mere presence gets you to submit quietly. "mngh— mydei, waaait.." his shoulder is bleeding into your clothes but he's not sure he cares, not when he's devouring you like a starved man and needs to hear your every whimper of his name against his lips.

you manage to get him off as you hear footsteps approaching his door, panting for air as you hit his chest and glare. "what was that for?!"

pout all you want, but he knows you're into it. you were just as lost in the moment as he was. "nothin'. you're not using my favorite flavor, i'm heartbroken."

"wait.. this was all over chapstick?!"

"phaaaaai." boom he's in your room in a heartbeat. big, sweet smile on his face too. "yes, angel?"

"can you pick a chapstick for me? i'm having a hard time."

and as he leans over your vanity, looking at the different shades and flavors, he doesn't miss how you mutter; "you'll be the one messing it up anyway."

"ah, this one!"

he doesn't even look, just grabs a random one and turns back to you. as well as stopping you before you can reach for it. "may i?" and the first step of his little plan is executed when you nod your head.

phainon holds your cheeks and brings you close to him, applying chapstick he picked out for you.

it's a gorgeous shine, he must admit, but how does it taste?

"how do i loo—mmh?!"

phainon's never been one to take initiative, especially not like this. but wow you're too pretty for the date you two are going on tonight and he feels like words won't express that properly.

so he'll show it through actions, very rough—desperate actions. tilting your head back for better access, basically breathing you like you're the air he needs. and he keeps his eyes open, watching you become undone as he kisses you as if he's been starved. "so.. so pretty." he whispers before taking your mouth completely.

and when he's all done? he acts nonchalant like there isnt a string of spit from his advances. "mmm. just go with the usual, okay? there's no flavor from this one."

"it's flavorless, phainon. just ordinary chapstick."

"oooooooooh."

no copyright its all yours Σ(p´；Д；｀)q

#ㅤ 𐔌᭥ᩙ༉ㅤnew flower bloomed ! :ೃ࿔𔓘 #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #anaxa x reader #anaxagoras x reader #mydeimos x reader #mydei x reader #phainon x reader #phainon x you #phainon hsr x reader

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bitters-n-sweets · 2 days ago

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i love him — jack abbot x fem!reader inspired by a scene from Jerry Maguire | Jack overhears the reader having a “secret” conversation with her best friend

warnings: unspecified age gap, just some cute fluff, Jack calls reader ‘sweets’, reader and her best friend calls him 'doctor daddy' for obvious reasons, not proofread, self indulgent, mdni masterlist i was writing angst for a few days and now need a breather haha

You and Jack have been dating for a while. About a few months now. You just became an attending at PTMC, and that really what kickstarted your relationship—he’s no longer your boss. The pining, the almosts, the what-ifs—they were there in every lingering glance, every shared laugh in the on-call room, every late-night case that ended with his hand brushing yours just a second too long.

But Jack never let it cross the line. Not while you were under him professionally. He saw what happened with Robby and Collins—how quickly things could spiral, how reputations could fracture. He wasn’t going to let that happen to you. To both of you.

When you finally became an attending at PTMC, it felt like the last piece clicking into place. You waited to open the manila folder—the one with your future inside—until you were at Jack’s place. You wanted him to be the first to know. To be there for the moment. And when you unfolded the letter and saw those words—“We’re pleased to inform you…”—you practically jumped into his arms. Jack held you tight, a proud, steady smile on his face like he’d known it all along.

“I knew you could do it, sweets.”

He’d asked you out not long after that. A quiet breakfast date after your night shift—flowers already waiting on the table, a small wrapped box with a bracelet inside. Something simple. Something thoughtful. Something so very Jack.

Of course, there’ve been arguments. Small things—a forgotten dinner plan, a tense call on a bad day—but nothing that ever felt like it could undo you. Jack doesn’t raise his voice. He listens, then speaks. Calm, grounded, but never cold. He never makes you feel like you’re too much.

But what surprises you most about Jack Abbot isn’t his patience, or his discipline, or even his skill in bed.

It’s how romantic he is.

The kind of man who keeps a sticky note in his wallet with your coffee order. The kind who kisses your hand before work, like an old-school gentleman from a black-and-white movie.

You’ve been covering the day shift for three days straight, and today’s your day off. You’re planning to reset your sleep schedule to prepare for the night shift rotation starting tomorrow. You stayed up all night just so you could sleep together with Jack—but, of course, he texts that he’s going to be a little late. Hazards of being an ER doc.

Then, your phone buzzes. It’s your friend Diana.

Diana: How’s the attending life so far, doc?

Diana’s your best friend. You don’t live close to each other, and don’t text every day, but you have monthly check-ins with each other to catch up on each other’s lives. You smile as you read her text and press the call button.

“Hey!”

“Hey!” She replies with matching energy. “How’s my ER girlie doing?”

“Trying to survive.” You chuckle. “How about you? How’s work for my corporate girlie?”

“Busy as I’ll ever be.” You can practically see her roll her eyes. “But seriously, how’s life? Oh! How is Doctor Daddy doing?”

You glance at the door, you thought you heard a noise.

“Doctor Daddy’s doing fine,” you say, trying not to laugh. “And�� yeah. Life’s good. I have no complaints.”

“Ooh you have that voice.”

“What voice?”

“The ‘I’m in love and I don’t know what to do with myself’ voice.”

“I do not!” You gasp, then pause. “Okay, maybe I do.”

“Oh my God.” Diana gasps. “You’re in love with Jack.”

You sigh, a smile etched on your face. “Yeah, I guess I do love him. Ugh, I mean, how can I not? He’s sweet, and good, and—God, Diana, I love him for—for the man he already is, and for the man he wants to be. He makes me feel like I’m home. Even when he’s being annoying, I still want him next to me.”

You laugh softly, running your fingers through your hair. “I’m really in love with him. I guess I’m doomed, huh?”

“Now why would you be doomed, sweets?”

You nearly jump out of your skin, turning around and clutching your phone. Jack’s leaning against the back of the couch, bag dropped by his feet, smirking faintly—curious and amused.

“Diana… I’m… gonna call you back.”

“OMG DID DOCTOR DADDY HEAR YOU—” Click. You hang up, but Jack’s already heard the nickname he apparently has.

You can feel your ears getting hot, and you’ll bet your face is red by now.

“How much did you hear?” you ask, not meeting his eyes.

He shrugs, stepping closer. “Only the important parts. Do you really mean everything you said?”

You freeze, fumbling. “Look, I know it’s early. Maybe too soon. We don’t have to talk about it. We can pretend you didn’t hear—”

“Say it again.” He steps closer.

You glance up. He’s right in front of you now, arms sliding gently around your waist.

Your hands rest on his chest, grounding yourself. “I—I love you.”

And then Jack pulls you in, a smile now on his face. “I love you, too.”

Then he kisses you like he’s never done before. Passionate yet slow, he’s taking his time to taste you, devour you, claim you as his. Because there’s no way he’s letting you go. Ever.

You pull away shortly after, breathless.

The smirk comes back to his lips and he teases you, “Doctor Daddy, huh?”

“Oh my God.” You groan, pressing your face into his chest. “Never speak of it again.”

“Call me that when we’re having sex and see what happens.” He whispers, voice low near your ear, sending you shivers.

“Jack!”

#jack abbot fluff #jack abbot the pitt #jack abbot x you #dr jack abbot #jack abbot x reader #jack abbot x female reader #female reader #the pitt #dr abbot #jack abbot #jack abbot x fem reader

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redlinespeedster · 3 days ago

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how about teammate reader 👀

Like taking out frustration on the teammate!reader after today's race

DOWNFORCE !!

mad max 𝒙 teammate!fem reader ⡡

[summary] the spanish grand prix couldn’t have gone any worse—at least not for Max. After losing his podium and receiving a well-deserved penalty, an uncontrollable rage begins to build inside him. But there’s one outlet for all that anger: his teammate.

[warnings] smut !! rough sex, degrading dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, choking, spitting, hair pulling, oral sex (male receiving) & face fucking, max is mean. Just a heads up, this fic might have some language mistakes. Spanish is my first language, and I usually write all my fics in Spanish first, then translate them myself with a lot of effort. Sorry if anything sounds off or if there are mistakes.

[notes] I’ll admit it, Mad Max is my not-so-guilty pleasure. 🤭 The angrier he gets, the more I just want him to fuck me senseless. By the way, I’m a huge fan of Max x teammate reader!! How about we turn it into an au? Drop your naughty ideas for the next parts.

It had been a tough race week for Red Bull… Well, for everyone—except you.

You spent all sixty-six laps fighting for the lead, going wheel-to-wheel with Oscar Piastri, who never stopped challenging for first place. The cars overtook each other several times until the safety car was deployed. From that moment on, your job was to hold position, right behind Oscar.

Throughout the entire weekend, you did everything perfectly. Flawless qualifying, flawless overtakes. You even took home a nice little trophy for pole position, adding another one to your growing collection. Winning was inevitable; you were the favorite to fight for the race, and by the final laps, you had already been voted Driver of the Day. The race was going well—truly great, actually… at least, until the very end.

The drama began as soon as the green flag was waved again in the final laps. Max, your teammate who was running in third place, was forced to make a risky move that allowed Charles Leclerc to overtake him. As if that wasn’t enough, Max unfairly took the position from George Russell, which led the team to pressure him into giving it back. Amid protests and frustration, the Dutchman intentionally caused a minor collision with the Mercedes driver, effectively ruining his race. He received a ten-second penalty that dropped him to the last spot within the points.

Max couldn’t have been angrier. A large part of his fury stemmed from the unbearable envy that rose from deep within him as he watched his teammate get far luckier than he had.

You didn’t even see him storm out of his car—you were too busy celebrating a back-to-back victory that bumped you up in the standings, now nearly tied with Max in points.

He would never be happy for you. Never. His only desire is to defeat you, no matter the cost. He can’t stand having to compete with you. He knows he’s better than you, and he makes sure you know it every time you’re alone — even when you’re disoriented — because his hands between your legs silence any attempt at protest.

And that’s how it’s been since you joined the team, unfortunately. For him, it was easy to throw hurtful words at you, wait for your protest, and then break you down for reacting “rudely.” You had to settle for anything less than what he had—because otherwise, he’d use you until you couldn’t even stand. You’d be lying if you said you haven’t stolen positions from him on purpose at least once, just to piss him off. His irritating side scared you, but at the same time, it attracted you in a strange way.

You’d lie with shameless ease if you said you weren’t fascinated by him.

He stormed into the team’s motorhome with indescribable rage. Deep down, you expected it. You were sipping from your bottle when the door slammed shut with force, leaving you stunned… just like so many other times. You wished you could say you’d never seen him like this, but this scene had played out more times than you’d like to admit.

But before you could complain or tell him to calm down, he grabbed your arm with a grip that burned against your skin. In one swift movement, he pushed you against the wall, his body practically pinning yours. With his height, build, and weight, he looked imposing… even intimidating, especially to your eyes that shone like those of a cornered puppy.

“Don’t you got anything to say to me?” he asked, and your mind filled with questions. Did you have to say something? Offer your condolences, maybe? But it hadn’t even been your fault. You were just faster, and that’s why you ended up in first place.

“What do you want me to say?” you asked, your face serious, almost like you were spitting it out. “That you screwed up your own race ’cause of your fucking selfish ass? That now you’ve got the noose around your neck ’cause you’re just one point away from getting banned and not being able to race?”

And you almost let out a moan when he tangled a hand in your hair and pulled it with little delicacy, tearing a whimper of pain from you. Max had many flaws, and one of the most obvious was that he couldn’t stand being told things as they were.

Another of his problems — and no less serious — was his inability to control how irritable he could get. He was like a harmless matchstick until it fell on four gasoline tanks. Because when he got angry, he exploded in ways you had never witnessed before. It was almost as if he completely lost control, as if something inside him was unleashed without restraint.

“What did we say about being cheeky?” he says seriously, barely opening his eyes, a spark of annoyance burning in his gaze. His other hand slowly descends, tracing your torso over the fireproof suit. The tips of his fingers barely brush your navel, and just the thought that he might keep going down makes you shiver uncontrollably.

With the same hand that just caressed you moments ago, he roughly squeezes your cheeks, enough to make your face ache.

“I’m gettin’ tired of havin’ to shut that little bitchy mouth of yours,” he spits out, and you could swear you hear his teeth grinding as he speaks.

He watches your face, how your pupils dilate, and for a moment, his anger fades away. But it’s just that: a moment. Then it returns, dragging him like a relentless wave, and it seems like he can only unleash it on you.

Suddenly, he’s kissing you. He does it with intensity, with force, even with an almost rough, dirty edge. There’s no trace of tenderness on his lips, only unrestrained desire as they move over yours. As always, you try to keep up with his pace. Your breath catches, your heart pounds violently against your chest, and a pleasurable sensation spreads through your whole body as he melts his mouth with yours.

According to him, it was the best way to let off steam. Every time a race didn’t go as he expected, he came back to you: to your lips, the way your body fit perfectly against his, and how well you welcomed him. You were almost like a drug, an addiction he always ended up relapsing into.

His tongue invades your mouth with an almost arrogant confidence, moving with a rhythm that leaves you breathless. You barely manage to keep up, softly gasping against his lips as he dominates you with every touch. If his tongue is already hard to bear, you don’t know how you’ll handle something much bigger pushing inside you. The thought makes you tremble, just as his tongue curls around yours—wet, firm, caressing it as if already rehearsing for something much deeper.

You feel your pussy throbbing. Well… actually, it wasn’t unexpected at all. The way he kissed you, how he grabbed your hair roughly and let slip degrading comments, without a doubt, triggered an immediate reaction between your legs. Your skin burned. You unconsciously squeeze your thighs as you hyperventilate, and yet you keep kissing him, even when it’s already hard to breathe.

Suddenly, he breaks the kiss that had you completely dazed and grabs your hair firmly again, while strands of saliva still hang from your lips. It was no longer just pain you felt: now it was rough, almost cruel. You softly moan, squinting your eyes from the discomfort.

“Get on your knees, liefje.” He orders, with an almost annihilating look, one of those that don’t need words to warn: do what I say or face the consequences.

And who were you to contradict one of his orders?

You can feel how hard he is beneath his clothes. He knew you would always be there to satisfy his desires, and he wasn’t wrong. Because you always were. Your hands slowly trace the edge of his fireproof pants, as if you were drawing a map you already knew by heart. His cock drips pre-cum, clearly visible through the thin fabric of his clothing.

However, his impatience betrays him, and he hates to see you make him wait, especially when he is consumed by desperation. As soon as his cock is free, you choke as you feel him push it all the way down your throat. For a moment, a gag reflex threatens to escape, but you manage to control it.

Max pants softly. He feels overwhelmed with pleasure from the simple touch of your lips wrapping around him. But it’s not enough, not even when he sees you choke, your eyes full of tears from not being able to take it. He shamelessly mocks you while guiding your movements with his hands, practically fucking your mouth. Your tongue precisely reaches every sensitive spot it traces on his cock, igniting every nerve along the way.

You could feel the pre-cum sliding and dripping over your tongue. Its taste was strange, but not unpleasant to you. His grip on your hair grows firmer as your head moves in a constant sway. He can feel your tongue in every corner, a wet mess of saliva and desire, but he melts when he notices your gaze fixed on his. Then, he pulls away from you for a moment.

He doesn't want to cum until he's inside you. That’s something he never says out loud, but you know it. He likes it—especially when there’s time to spare.

Your racing suit is almost on the floor now, sliding down around your ankles. Your cheeks flush; you’re not sure if it’s from the heat or if shyness suddenly crept in. He, however, only seems to care just enough to tease you about it.

"Really, you get shy after sucking my cock like a complete slut?" He says it with a dry laugh as he lifts you up and sits you on the table. His hand runs along the inside of your thighs until he spreads your legs, making you feel exposed. “Oh, look at that little pussy. Hard to believe I’ve filled it more times than you can count on your fingers.”

His fingers gently trace the line of your folds, and you are so sensitive that the wet, sticky sound of his fingers touching you makes you shiver. You’re already worked up just thinking he might bring his mouth closer; eyes locked on his, you’re practically begging for it.

But it was all just a cruel tease. After getting you all riled up, close enough to make you believe he was finally gonna devour you—he doesn’t. Instead, he spits on you. No warning. Just lets his saliva drip onto your throbbing clit… and that alone pulls a broken, desperate moan from your lips—messy and completely involuntary.

“Max, fuck…” you arch your back, unable to hold in the sound that escapes you. “That’s so unfair…” But before you can complain again, his hand wraps firmly around your neck—dominant, unforgiving—cutting your breath just enough to make you shiver. And the heat between your legs only gets worse, burning under the weight of his dark, hungry gaze.

“Life ain’t fair, mijn kleine hoer.” He says it with a smug little grin, tightening his grip around your neck. His body’s already damn near on top of yours, pinning you to the table. For a second, you actually thought he might stay like that, enjoying having all the power…

But then—rough, almost wild—he flips you over and slams you down against the cold wood, your cheek pressed flat to the surface as the air rushes out of your lungs.

He’s got a perfect view of your half-naked body now, all exposed for him. He doesn’t even bother looking at your face—he’s still mad. Seeing you won’t calm him down. But maybe, just maybe, being deep inside you will take the edge off that rage burning in him.

“You’re dripping, liefje. Missed me that bad, huh?” With his fingers, he spreads open your ass cheeks, so that your wetness is staining your thighs. "Wanna fuck you?”

You nod desperately, again and again, while your whole body trembles with need; you had been waiting for this the last half hour, and the anticipation was devouring you from the inside, like fire under your skin. But since not a single word escapes your mouth, he punishes you mercilessly: the blow echoes against the skin of your ass, leaving it burning, red. Then you can’t hold back anymore, and you moan loudly: “Yes, fuck!”

He gently slides his cock through your wet folds, almost effortlessly driving you wild. His tip slams against your clit, causing you to arch your back and moan, begging for more. Your legs tremble; he has to hold you up so you don’t fall sitting to the floor.

"I’m gonna fuck your fucking pussy until you’re so obsessed you can’t even focus on racing ‘cause you’re thinking about my cock.” He murmurs aggressively. Your hole tightens around nothing just from hearing him speak like that.

He slides inside you without the courtesy of warning. The force of his thrusts borders on brutal, striking with precision that sensitive spot inside you that makes you see stars.

Your hands grasp the edge of the table, trying to find something to hold onto. His large, firm hand grips your head, pressing your cheek against the surface. You’re overflowing with pleasure, not even bothering to hold back your moans. The sound of your bodies colliding echoes inside the small room.

“Fuck… you’re so damn tight, schat,” he groans, head falling back as he keeps pounding into you, each thrust deeper than the last. The way you’re gripping him is driving him absolutely crazy—nothing else feels like this. You’re addictive. Hypnotic. “You take me so fucking good.”

By squeezing it harder than necessary, your hole manages to squeeze out every last drop of his thick, sticky cum. The semen drips out of your pussy in sticky strands, creating a complete mess all over.

You have an orgasm just seconds later. The sensation crashes over you mercilessly, tearing through everything in its path. It hits you in the stomach with such force that the pleasure consumes you from the inside out. You want to moan, scream his name, give in completely… but you can’t. He presses his hand over your mouth, muffling your sounds. Only a few desperate whimpers manage to escape through his fingers, laced with lust and surrender.

Max withdraws from inside you, fully satisfied. But you remain there, collapsed over that wooden table, while a wave of intense pleasure slowly drains every last drop of your energy. Exhaustion wraps around you completely.

He laughs at you with that dry, mocking chuckle he always uses to ridicule you. This time? He’s amused, as always, by how shattered you look when he’s done using you. His hand tangles in your hair again, pulling until your torso arches and your back is pressed against his chest. You’re still so shaken from what just happened that when he scatters kisses and bites along your neck, you can barely breathe.

“You’re so good, mijn sletje. Doesn’t matter if I win or lose—only thing I ever think about is how I’m gonna ruin you the second I get off that podium.”

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thescarletfang · 22 hours ago

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SPINNING OUT [part one]

Dr. Jack Abbot x ex!freader

Summary: You left Jack three months ago, convinced he'd given up on your marriage. When you're hit by a drunk driver, you're taken to PTMC, and what was supposed to be an ending gives way to a new beginning.

Word count: ~4.7k

Note: This was supposed to be a one-shot but it just works better in 3 parts! This is part one - the other two parts are outlined! First time really writing a multi-chapter fic, eeeep.

ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+, MDNI

Warnings: Angst, fluff, car accident, therapist reader, widower Jack, dead wife mentioned!, no smut in this part but eventual smut. Eventual happy ending. Slight age gap (reader is 38, Jack is 49). If I missed anything, let me know!

NOW

It starts again because of an accident.

You’re driving home from work and you’re the kind of bone-deep tired that settles inside of you like lead. Your chest feels heavy and your shoulders ache. You grip the steering wheel, blinking bleary eyes to try and stay focused on the road.

You dream of home. Stepping out of your heels. A glass of pinot noir in your favorite long-stemmed glass. You dream of putting the day behind you; of closing the tab on all the clients you saw today. All the words you offered them, and the space you held between your body and theirs; your mind is tired. It is fulfilled, yes - as it always is. You know being a therapist is your calling, and you’ve never been more grateful for work than you are at this particular time in your life.

But you’re…exhausted.

You can’t remember the last time you slept through the night. Likely in the before. Before your home was cold and lonely. Before everything felt so fucking hard. Before you slept alone in your bed and only brewed one cup of coffee and only made enough food for you.

You just want to rest.

More than that? You’d like to hide. Your brain is all static and fuzz. It’s flipping its channels at a rapid pace and you’ve lost the remote. You think about the Xanax you have at home and think maybe tonight is the night you take one.

You just crave peace.

Everything changes in the span of a breath.

There is the screeching of metal-on-metal, your driver’s side door crunching in on itself. Your neck feels like it snaps. Your airbag deploys and then all you can feel is pain.

It hurts. Everything hurts.

You feel like you can no longer breathe. You try breathing, you try opening your eyes but everything feels blurred, like you’ve taken your fingers and smeared the paint that makes up your vision.

You cannot see. You cannot feel anything other than a burning pain that goes from the top of your head to the bottom of your toes.

You think you might be dead. You think of him, for just a moment.

You do not know how much time passes.

In the ambulance, through the fog and haze of it all, as you lie on the gurney with your head, neck and limbs secure, you beg them to take you to a different hospital, anywhere but the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center because if you go there you’ll see him and you just fucking can’t.

They ignore your pleas and they tell you to hang on. They tell you a drunk driver slammed into you and t-boned your car. You can barely process anything they are telling you and you feel yourself drift in and out of consciousness.

A nap. A nap would be so good right now.

They ask you to keep your eyes open but you screw them up tight. It’s too bright in the ambulance and you don’t recognize these voices.

You can’t see him. Not like this. Not after everything.

You’re fading, feeling yourself pulled under the current of a dark blankness and then the gurney is being taken out of the back of the ambulance. You keep thinking not like this, not like this, like it’s a broken record in your head and you’re desperate to get to the next track.

You understand that your gurney is moving quickly and you know, despite really being aware, that they’ve taken you to PTMC. The doors slide open and there’s so much noise but your ears are buzzing and ringing.

Everything feels far away.

You catch snippets of dialogue in the trauma bay. “Unidentified 38-year-old female. MVA. Somewhat responsive. Severe blood loss. Possible lung puncture, difficulty breathing.”

Then Robby’s face is above you and his brown eyes grow wide, rounding at the ages as he sees it’s you.

“Fuck,” he bites out, harshly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” and then he barks an order at someone else and you manage to grab his sleeve. He turns back to you.

“Hang on, sweetheart,” he says, voice low and raspy as he wheels you quickly into the trauma bay. “Just fucking hang on, okay?”

“Don’t tell him,” you rasp. “Robby, please, don’t—” you gasp, trying to catch your breath but it feels like you’re drowning. Blood splatters out of your lips. “Don’t tell Jack—”

A heartbroken look flickers across Robby’s face but then you gasp and you can’t finish your sentence because everything goes black.

* * *

Jack rolls his shoulders, shutting his locker and heading into the ED. Fuck, what he’d give for a quiet night and the ability to get through this shift without feeling like he’s white-knuckling life. It’s bad enough he had a fucking panic attack on the way in here. He’s been having those more and more often, despite being on his daily dose of an SSRI. His therapist tells him he needs to take a break, to finally cash in on all his accrued time off but he just grinds his jaw and says no.

Work is good. When he works, he can focus on anything but the absolute trainwreck that is his life.

When he works, he can stop thinking about you.

It’s a lie, of course, but Jack’s always been good at lying to himself.

He sees you in everything he does. Misses you with an ache that feels like a stone on his chest. On the really rough nights, where he feels like he’s barely treading water, he gets closer to the edge of the roof than he ever has.

Jack shakes his head, wrapping his stethoscope around his neck, holding on to the ends of it like it’s a tether that can keep him sane.

One moment at a time, his therapist told him. One shift at a time. One second, every single day, at a time.

Jack takes a deep, steadying breath. Losing himself in his work is enough, if only for tonight.

Jack knows something is wrong the minute he steps into the ED.

Robby is rushing in through the trauma bay, rolling a gurney and barking orders at Shen and Ellis. He looks up and locks eyes with Jack.

“Get him out of here,” Robby yells to Dana, who has just thrown on her jean jacket to head home. Dana’s eyes go wide and as the gurney rolls past her, she looks at whoever is on it and pales. She beelines for Jack.

Jack’s heart thuds painfully against his sternum. He picks up his pace, gently brushing past Dana and making his way to Robby.

“It’s my shift, dunno why I’d need to get out of here,” he says calmly to Robby, trying to remain in control but he already knows who’s on that gurney. He already knows because the universe fucking hates him.

It isn’t enough that you left him three months ago and the last three months have been a living hell every single day. It isn’t enough that it was his fault you left, that he’d pushed you to the end of your rope by pulling away, by shutting down, by letting those voices in the dark consume him. It isn’t enough that he continually put his work before you because work is the only thing to make him feel worthy of anything, and he regrets it, will regret letting you slip through his fingers every single day for the rest of his fucking life.

It isn’t enough that you’re the love of his life and he’s such a stupid fucking old man, forever convinced he never deserved you in the first place. Self-sabotage has been his best friend a long time, lurking over his shoulder and shadowing every move he’s ever made.

It isn’t enough he’s been through this once before. He’s not even officially fucking fifty-years-old and he’s already lost a wife and he’s about to lose another. Jack Abbot doesn’t get second chances.

Jack Abbot reaps the fucking karma that he sows.

“Dana, get him out of here!” Robby yells again, rolling you into T-1.

“C’mon, honey,” Dana tries. “You don’t wanna see this.”

But it’s too late. Jack’s quick on his feet, even with the prosthetic, and he sees you lying there, unconscious, blood-matted hair and it’s dripping from your mouth and he can’t believe that this is happening, that this is real, that it is happening to him again.

Robby steps to him at the door of the room. “You can’t be in here.”

There’s a sharp ringing in Jacks’ ears, high-pitched and drowning everything out. His voice is gravely and broken. A desperate plea rather with no real bite. “Like fuck I can’t, man. Get out of the way—”

“Jack, I mean it, brother.” Robby blocks him again, his nostrils flaring. “Get out.”

“That’s my fucking wife!” The words silence the ED, cutting through the chaos sharply. Ellis and Shen look up, shock over their faces. They’ve never heard their attending lose his cool like this. Jack is the calm one. While Robby is the attending who is more inclined to raise his voice, Jack never falters. Residents and students and the nursing staff follow him blindly because they know he never loses his cool.

Well, he’s losing it now.

Dana puts a hand on her chest like it hurts.

Robby’s cold facade slips for a second and for a moment he’s just Jack’s friend, his brother, and the pain is written in his face, a pain mirroring Jack’s own.

Jack’s breathing heavily, his voice cracking on the last word because it’s true, you’re still his wife.

He can’t lose you. Not when everything is so wrong.

* * *

BEFORE

It’s Robby who sets the two of you up in the first place.

Robby went to high school with your older brother. While back then, you were the baby sister always trying to play with the big boys (literally, you were two and Robby and your brother were 17), the two of you reconnected when you became a licensed therapist and moved into the city. Despite being fifteen years your senior, Robby became a good friend.

The two of you tried dating – briefly – but after a few dates, you realized you were much better off as friends. It always felt forced, too platonic, and you were honestly relieved when you both confessed that the romance wasn’t there.

“I just can’t kiss someone who I knew when they were a toddler,” Robby told you bashfully, face beet red, after you’d both pulled away from a rather lackluster kiss. You hadn’t even been offended; you’d just laughed and called him an old pervert.

He’s been a best friend ever since.

You’re grabbing a coffee with Robby before his shift and your first client of the day when you finish complaining about your latest string of bad dates.

“He venmo requested me when I got home.”

Robby chokes on his sip of coffee. “No.”

You laugh, nodding and playing with the plastic lid of your cup. “Yes! You know what? It’s on me for agreeing to go out with a guy who still lives in his mom’s basement. I am grown enough to admit that that’s on me.”

“Jesus,” Robby mutters. “What a dick.”

“I think I’m done. I’m too old.” You know you’re being dramatic, but it’s so easy to bitch to Robby. “You’d think being a therapist I’d be able to spot emotionally intelligent men, but I can’t. Can’t even find someone who’s in therapy himself.”

Robby snorts into his coffee and rubs his jaw. “Yeah, you’re a fuckin’ old maid.” He pauses, lifts an eyebrow. “I know a guy in therapy.”

You purse your lips, studying Robby as you sit at the little cafe table in the coffee shop. “Oh yeah? He an ER doctor too?”

Robby smirks. “Yeah, he is.”

You roll your eyes. “You know I can’t do that again.”

Robby laughs, holds a hand to his heart like you’ve wounded him. ��Ouch. Was it that bad?”

You grin, bumping his coffee cup with your own. “Yes, it was that bad. Even if we–yanno, had actually been into each other in a real way, your schedule is atrocious. ER doctors are walking zombies. I can’t date another one!”

Robby studies you in that quiet way of his that makes you feel like he’s seeing through whatever bullshit you’re spouting.

“His name’s Jack Abbot. He’s an attending on the night shift. He’s in his 40s, was a medic in the army.” Robby pauses. “He’s a good man.”

You take a moment and absorb the information. “Is he even looking to date?”

Robby grins, draining the last of his coffee. “When he meets you, yeah, I think he will be.”

* * *

Falling in love with Jack Abbot starts out slow and then happens all at once.

You meet for the first time at a little bar around the corner from your apartment. You’re nervous. If you were being honest, you didn’t think Robby’s colleague would be interested in a blind date. But you’d gotten a text from an unknown number that read, “Hey, this is Jack Abbot, Robby’s better half. Would it be okay if I called you? Not a great texter.”

He’d called a minute after you said that was fine and the deep gravel of his voice had warmed you down to your toes. Robby had shown you a picture of him, the two of them at some hospital fundraiser gala a year or two back, and yeah, he was fucking handsome. Thick, gray curls. Broad shoulders. Crooked smile.

Apparently, he hadn’t been opposed to whatever picture Robby had shown him of you, because you found yourself talking on the phone with Dr. Jack Abbot for over two hours that first phone call. The conversation flowed easily, winding between work and family and it began to sketch the shape of you to each other.

It’d been natural. Scarily so, if you were honest with yourself.

You’re still nervous to meet him in person. That phone call was a few nights ago, and your hands tremble a little as you open the door to the bar. You run your hands down the fabric of your little dress – a casual, first date number that makes you feel sexy and like yourself all at once – as you walk into the bar. Your eyes scan for a moment.

Your heart is thumping.

This feels weighted in a way that other first dates haven’t. This person is in Robby’s orbit, which automatically makes you trust him.

Your eyes meet across the room and it feels like a little lock sliding into place. You’re taken aback by the feeling.

He’s standing at the corner of the bar, casually leaning against it, hands in his pockets and Jesus Christ, he’s gorgeous. The salt-and-pepper curls look even better than in the picture you saw, and your fingers itch to run through them. He’s in nice jeans, a black sweater, expensive as fuck looking Nikes, and he’s…well, he’s staring at you in a way that nearly makes you stumble mid-step.

“Hi,” you breathe when you’re in front of him. Jack’s smile is a little crooked and it’s so charming you feel flustered.

“Hey,” he says, and his voice sounds just like it did on the phone: warm and raspy. “It’s really nice to meet you—uh, in person.” Oh my god, he’s so cute. He seems nervous and oddly, it sets you at ease.

You smile at him and fiddle with the strap of your purse. “It’s also nice to meet you in person.” Jesus, you sound like a robot.

But Jack grins again and it makes him look boyish.

“I’ll be honest,” Jack tells you, and he steps a little closer. His scent wafts over to you - like clean, fresh soap - and it’s very nice. “I uh…I haven’t been set up in awhile. I’m a little rusty.”

You laugh. “Rusty’s okay with me.” You pause. “You don’t live in your mom’s basement, do you?”

Jack narrows his eyes. “Tell me you’re joking. The bar’s that low?”

You purse your lips. “In the ground.”

Jack lets out a disbelieving breath and shakes his head. He rubs the back of his neck. “I promise I don’t live in my ma’s basement.”

You grin and he grins back crookedly and it’s so nice. He asks you what you’re drinking and after you both have your choice in hand - a pinot noir for you, a whisky on the rocks for him - you find a little table. The bar is one of your favorites, a charming little place with low lighting and a relaxed crowd.

You’re once again surprised by how natural it all feels. You pick up right where you left off on the phone, and you’re grateful that Jack seems to enjoy talking. You’ve been on plenty of dates with men who can’t carry a conversation or seem physically incapable of asking you a single question about yourself, so this?

This is just…lovely.

The candlelight dances across Jack’s face, highlighting his cheekbones and the gray stubble. You…simply cannot stop looking at him. And he cannot seem to stop looking at you; you may not know him well yet, but an hour in his presence and you realize this man loves eye contact. He’s unafraid to hold it, and it keeps you grounded and in your body in a way that is calming to your anxiety.

You find out Jack grew up just outside of Pittsburgh, that he’s a born and raised Steelers fan. You learn more about his time as a combat medic (you’d touched on it on the phone). You learn that he prefers the night shift, that it calms and quiets his mind. You learn that he’s been seeing his current therapist for two years after his previous one retired. You learn that he’s the oldest of four kids and has three younger sisters. A bunch of nieces and nephews that he — adorably — shows you on his phone.

He learns that you’re prone to anxiety attacks. That you’ve wanted to be a therapist since high school. You tell him about your friendship with Robby and he laughs when you tell him about your ill-fated attempt at dating. He learns that you want to travel more, dream of going back to Sorrento, Italy and sipping limoncello while the briny sea breeze of the marina plays across your face. He learns about your family, and how much you love them.

A lull in the conversation as you sip your wine and he studies you. You blush, looking into your glass.

“What?” you ask out of the side of your mouth. When you look back up at him, you notice he has a dimple in his cheeks when he grins.

“I just didn’t think it’d be like this,” is what he says. Your heart thrums once, twice, a thudding in your chest.

“Like what?”

He doesn’t blink when he stares at you. “Easy.”

You smile at him and he lets out a breath like that smile is what he’s been waiting for.

“I uh, I should tell you,” he says, his voice low and steady. “I’ve been married before. My wife passed ten years ago.” His jaw clenches once, twice. “I never know how to uh, bring it up.” He clears his throat.

Your heart clenches in your chest. “Thank you for telling me,” you say softly, genuinely. And you mean it.

He looks at you then like he’s a little surprised. “You didn’t say, ‘sorry for your loss.’”

Your eyes go wide. “Oh. Do you want me to?”

His cheeks dimple when he gives you a small, gentle smile. “Fuck no. I’m just…everyone says ‘sorry for your loss.’”

“It is an unthinkable thing to lose a partner, a thing that forever changes your entire chemistry as a human being,” you tell him. “And I hate that it happened to you. And I’m very thankful that you told me.”

Jack taps his thumb against his whisky glass, and seems to study the melting ice within it. “She’s—she was the best person I ever met. She made me better. I think about her all the time.” He adds roughly, “I hope she’s proud’a me.”

You resist the urge to take this man’s hand in your own. Your fingers itch for it, but you don’t want to assume he’s okay with that, especially during such a vulnerable moment. You sit in his words for a moment, letting them rest between you.

“I’m so glad you had her. That you still have her, in a lot of ways, I’m sure.”

He nods and doesn’t say anything for a minute. Then he lets out a breath and when he looks up at you, his eyes glisten a bit.

“This what it’s like dating a therapist? You always say the right thing?”

You bark out a laugh because you can’t help it. “God, if I always said the right thing, I’d be a shitty therapist. I tend to believe you learn by failing and fucking up.” Your cheeks warm as he continues to look at you. “And this isn’t dating. This is our first date.”

He raises a teasing eyebrow. “Oh? First and last?”

You bite your lip and his eyes track the motion. He swallows. “That what you want? First and last?”

“Hell no,” he says immediately, voice so sure that it warms your entire body. The glisten in his eyes has given way to a brightness and you think, I like this.

I like you.

“Good,” you tell him, draining the last of your wine. “Me either.”

* * *

You get tacos from the taco truck around the corner, and in between bites of carne asada and tinga de pollo, Jack tells you about work at PTMC.

“I like the teaching aspect of it,” he tells you after taking a sip of his water. You sit at a little folding table in the parking lot where the truck is set up. “I didn’t think I’d like that part, but as cheesy as it sounds, I think it’s part of what I’m meant to do.”

You’re smiling as you say, “I see why you and Robby are friends.”

Jack barks out a short laugh. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

You swallow the last bite of your taco, lick the salsa from your fingertips. Jack’s eyes linger on the movement and you feel a buzz in your blood.

“You both can’t help but lead. It’s in your DNA.” You pause. “It’s how I know you’re a good doctor and I just met you.”

“Hey now,” Jack says, wiping his hands on a napkin. “You keep talkin’ like that and my ego’s gonna get too big to fit through the trauma bay.”

You grin and he grins back and you feel silly and light and…happy.

“I wanna see you again,” Jack tells you. It’s so straightforward that it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“You’re seeing me right now,” you say to deflect from the nerves you’re feeling.

Jack shrugs.

“Not enough,” he says and you think you might actually swoon. “I like schedules. You wanna see me again?”

“Yes.”

“Okay then. I’m off in three days and I wanna make you dinner at my place. Would that be okay?”

You try to contain your excitement, to play it cool. You bite the inside of your cheek.

“I thought you were rusty at the whole dating thing,” you tell him. His eyes flash with something you want to name as mischief.

Jack rubs his scruffy jaw. He puts his elbows on the table and leans forward. “You make me wanna be good at it.”

You think your smile may be so bright that it outshines the streetlight above.

“Dinner at your place in three days sounds perfect.”

* * *

There’s an energy between you that wasn’t there earlier in the night as Jack walks you home. You can feel it. It’s heavy and pulsing and it makes you feel untethered in a way that is intoxicating.

Your hands brush as you walk down the quiet, dark street. Shoulders swaying into each other. You can feel the heat of Jack’s body, how close he’s walking. You clock that he’s walking on the outside of the sidewalk, that his eyes scan your surroundings, like he’s making sure he’s aware of everything going on.

The two of you don’t speak much as you walk, but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s…anticipatory. It feels like you’re on the precipice of something and whatever happens in the next few minutes will determine something very important.

You reach your duplex, a sweet little place with night-blooming jasmine bushes that have been there since you moved in several years ago. You stop at the gate and turn to him. He stops walking, hands in his pockets as his eyes hold yours.

You both don’t say anything for a moment. You just look at each other and it’s comforting to know that you can exist with this man, just as you are.

“This is me,” you say after a moment and it makes laughter bubble out of both of you. He grins boyishly, the apples of his cheeks pushing upward. A chorus of cute cute cute chants in your brain.

“Yeah, I figured,” he teases. “Unless you’re in the habit of just stopping in front of random people’s houses.”

“You don’t know me,” you tease back.

Jack steps closer to you and you look up at him. He’s not really tall but he’s taller than you and his entire presence is so broad and commanding that you feel swept into it.

“Hopin’ to change that, though.” His voice has a husk to it. “If you’ll let me.”

You take in a breath as he studies you like he’s trying to memorize your face.

“Yeah, Abbot,” you say, your own voice soft. “I’ll let you.”

He huffs out a breath, hazel eyes clear. “Yeah?”

His right hand comes up to cradle your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek for a tender moment. You nod as he leans down.

“Yeah,” you whisper, right before his lips meet yours.

It’s the best first kiss you’ve ever had.

Light at first, both of you learning one another’s mouths. Jack’s other hand comes to your face and he’s cradling your head like it’s something precious, like it’s something to be cherished. You step closer to him, your own hands fisting the front of his sweater and pulling him closer.

When your tongue traces his bottom lip, Jack groans and it lights you up from your scalp to your toes.

He opens his mouth immediately, his tongue licking into you and you’re on fire.

You’re in your thirties and you’re making out with this man with a mop of silver curls and it’s so heady that you feel like you’re floating. You feel like you’re a teenager again, sneaking kisses before the porch light comes on and you’re found out.

You don’t know how much time passes, just that when you both break apart you’re equally short of breath. You’re seconds from inviting him up to your place which is not your typical first date move but that’s simply because nobody’s been worth it before. He grins down at you, lips kiss-bitten, face flushed, and plays with a loose strand of hair framing your face. He rubs it between his fingers, then tucks it behind your ear.

“Three days. My place. Dinner,” he says, voice husky and wrecked and you smile up at him, the moonlight reflecting in his eyes.

“Can’t wait.”

Later that night, when you’re in bed about to drift off, you get a text from Robby, asking how the date had gone. You respond with a simple thumbs up, knowing it’ll piss him off. He returns your text with ????????? and you snort. You put him out of your misery with your response: It was wonderful. He is wonderful. Seeing him in a few days. Robby sends back a thumbs up in retaliation, which in return makes you annoyed and then you engage in a battle of emojis (middle finger, gun, skull, etc.) until your phone buzzes with an incoming text.

Jack Abbot: Had an amazing time tonight and can’t wait to see you again. Sweet dreams.

Your heart hammers in your chest and you think maybe—just maybe—this is the start of a real good thing.

There’s no way you can know that in four years you’ll be separated from Jack and fighting for your life in a cold, dark hospital room.

#dr jack abbot x you #dr jack abbot #dr jack abbot x reader #dr jack abbot x f!reader #the pitt #jack abbot x you #jack abbot x reader #jack abbot x f!reader

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Touch Starved!

Summary: How the JJK men touch you before and after being in a relationship with you - and how they're always dying to do so!

Neutral reader!

Including: Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru (separated)

Genre: Fluff (lots of it!)

Wordcount: 5.8k total - 1.8k for Nanami and Gojo. 2k for Geto's

Notes: Very quick mention of periods in Gojo's, but it's so quick you can easily ignore it if you're a person who doesn't get periods. No physical descriptions and no use of Y/N.

Warnings: One brief mention of (little) blood.

A/N: Boy oh boy. This has been sitting in my docs for over a month as I ponder weather it's good enough for posting or not. Reasons being that 1. it's my first JJK fic and 2. I haven't written anything in over 2 years. So I'm really not confident about my rusty writing skills. When I was proofreading it, I thought Nanami's part wasn't good enough, but didn't know how to make it better! Which led to two more weeks of me not wanting to post it. But today I've summoned the courage and BAM! Here it is! Anyways, hope you like it (and let me know if you do, please)! Proofread but let me know if you spot some error.

Nanami Kento

Nanami never touches you. He may be dying for any kind of touch - a slight brushing of hands when you hand him something, your arms pressing against each other during a car drive, accidentally bumping into you as he enters the room you’re exiting – but none of it ever happens. He wouldn’t let it. He’s too respectful to let it happen. Damn, he’ll rush to the car just so he can take the passenger seat before anyone else does. Well, the front seats are more dangerous, of course he’ll take it so anyone else does. And his legs are longer anyway so there's more room for him. These are his actual reasons, right?

Plus, a ten-minute drive would turn into a ten-hour long one in his brain if you were pressed against him. Every tiny bump on the road making you press and rub on each other for a fraction of a second. He’d probably pass out.

The most he’d touch would be with his fingertips, ever so slightly, barely there even. And only on your shoulders or the very top of your back, in case he needed to walk past you in a narrow space, or maybe get your attention silently.

And even with that, he’d be flexing his hand open and then closing it into a tight fist, nervous like a little boy. His face was absolutely neutral, though. Yes, kinda like that one Pride and Prejudice scene.

There was this one time he really messed up. Couldn’t even sleep that night. He was sitting at the table, talking to Shoko, and as he described whatever it was that he was talking about (he couldn’t remember anymore), he stretched out his arm to the side in a gesture, just as you were walking by, and accidentally brushed your thigh, close to your knee. A feather-like, quick brush.

Oh no.

He apologized deeply. Sincerely. Guilt (and shame) in his face, his voice, his whole body. You said it was okay, that it was nothing, no need to worry. All while giving him that damn sweet smile of yours. You sat down as well, joining them, and as he felt heat creep up from his stomach to his neck, he excused himself and stood up quickly, fixing his perfectly-in-place tie, so none of you would see him blushing. What if you were just being nice? What if you thought he was disrespectful? A creep? What if you didn’t like him anymore? Hated him? He was in a cold sweat, laying on his back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, barely blinking.

But oh boy was he touch starved. He craved for the most simple things. Anything would do it at this point. A high five. A gentle poke of your finger on his shoulder. Taking an eyelash off your cheek with his fingertip and having you blow it away for luck.

He’d been thinking of a chance to hug you. Being able to feel your soft form against him as he gets to smell your lovely perfume straight out of you, and not just having the breeze blow it towards him. Honestly that breeze was very disrespectful, forcing him to smell things he couldn’t have.

How far was Christmas? He could hug you then. Or New Years perhaps. There was also your birthday. It’s okay to hug people on their birthdays, he could do that without being weird.

There was this other time that caused him to heat up like a boiler. You fixed his tie after he finished tying it back around his neck, after a particularly intense fight against several curses at once. Technically, you didn’t touch him, you just touched his tie. But he felt your fingers lightly on his chest, just above his dress shirt. That alone was enough to have him shaking. “There. Better.” You said, looking up at him with a soft smile. How did you manage to look so cute even after a crazy, tiring fight, clothes covered in dust, a tiny splash of blood across your cheek? He, once again, had to hide his intense blushing, muttering a low “thank you” as he looked away, cheeks red and ears on fire. He cleared his throat, trying to see if he could get his voice to sound anything above a whisper. He was just fine after all that fight, it was you who had taken away all of his strength. Thankfully, there wasn’t much light where you were to make his obvious blush contrast against his pale skin and hair. You didn’t see it.

He started dusting off his clothes, tapping away at himself, more to get his head out of those nervous thoughts than to actually clean himself. You did the same. And then, as he finally recomposed himself enough to turn back to you, your arm reached up. Up, up, up above his jaw, his ear, to the top of his head.

“There’s something here…” you said, nonchalantly, as you brushed out something that had gotten caught in his hair.

God, why were you so touchy today?!

He just watched your movement, thanking you with a little “mm-hm” – there goes his voice again.

There was something on your hair as well. He had noticed earlier. Could he brush it away for you too? Would it be weird if he did? Was doing that being a gentleman? Well, it wouldn’t be gentlemanly of him to let you walk out with something – a tiny thing – on your hair, right?

“There’s, uh-“ He started, nervous “you have something up here, too…” he said, and then reached for it with a touch so light you didn’t even feel it. But he did. And oh my, was your hair soft.

“Thank you.” you said, cheerfully. He gave you a brief nod.

“Yeah. No problem.”

He then quickly grabbed his phone to call Ijichi so he could come pick you two up and get him away from this dangerous scenario he found himself in: you.

When Ijichi finally arrived, Nanami did what he always does, and rushed to the passenger seat. And once you were all seated and buckled up, and Ijichi started driving again, Nanami cursed himself for forgetting to open the car door for you. Where were his manners? His mother taught him better than that.

Later that night, the warmth from your fingers adjusting his tie was still lingering on his chest. He covered his face with a pillow and let out a long, “I’m such an idiot”, loud breath.

Things didn’t change much after you started dating. He had, somehow, managed to gather up the courage to ask you out (this may or may not have involved Gojo telling him he would tell you about Nanami’s crush himself, in front of everyone, very loudly). On your first date, the only touch was your goodbye kiss on his cheek, which had him giggling and kicking his feet in the air the moment you closed the door to your place and he was out of your eyesight. He smiled to himself about it all through the night until he fell asleep, heart beating quickly.

On your third date, you slipped your fingers through his as you two walked around the park, under colorful trees. When you parted ways, his hand was burning, shaking even. He considered not washing it that day.

On the fourth date, he was bold! Reaching across the table to hold your hand. That night, he took another extra step and kissed your cheek back, slipping a gentle pinch to your chin as he wished you a good night, which had you melting.

Took him a few more dates to get comfortable touching you. Now, don’t get him wrong. He wanted to do it desperately, but he didn’t know if he was more afraid of disrespecting you or just touching you at all, like a pre teen boy around his very first crush. Still, he’s a man who takes his time, and respects yours above all else.

After you’re in an established relationship though, Nanami can finally wrap himself around you, just like he’s always dreamed of. And much before Christmas too! He’ll kiss you all over when you least expect it. He’ll lay on your lap, or lay on you, as you’re resting on the couch. You never fell asleep without being in his arms again - except when he cuddles into you and you have him in your arms instead. He’ll hug you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder as you do something, even as you’re brushing your teeth. And don’t be surprised when he does it while you’re showering too! Walk by him whenever he’s sitting down and be sure he’s going to pull you into his lap, earning a cute little gasp from you. He holds you with so much care and love, like you’re the very reason for his breathing, but at the same time tight enough to make sure you’ll not, somehow, slip away. Like you would ever!

His kisses? Slow, tender, filled with love and affection, eyes full of adoration as he pulls away and looks into your own, gently caressing your cheek. You didn’t know you could ever meet someone with so much love in them. Nanami didn’t know he could feel so much love in him.

He’s the softest. And he’s the softest even in your most private moments, when things get particularly intense. Within the rough gripping and the clashing of teeth, you can still feel the tenderness in his touch, and the extra care in the little love bites he leaves all over your body. He may grab your neck or pull your hair, but always a bit less than you both know you can take. You’ve told him he could let go, but that’s just Nanami. He couldn’t bring himself to do more than that to you. Even if he wanted to give you that extra harsh slap that you ask him for (beg even) as you’re out of breath, his hand just… can’t.

And you love him exactly as he is.

He’s not one for a lot of public display of affection. He likes to keep his private life private. Also, he’s a bit shy when around others. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t do anything at all. Holding your hand, keeping an arm around your waist, kissing your forehead, taking your arm into his as you walk through a crowded place - he couldn’t bare accidentally getting separated from his dearest.

And don’t forget the little soft pinches on your chin, just like that one time on your fourth date. He normally sneaks those when you’re in a setting where he can’t give you a quick kiss, or, honestly, just for the fun of it, because he loves to watch you absolutely melt, cheeks growing pink and a childish smile spreading on your face. Every time. Every. time.

Sometimes he even thinks that you might be his actual heart, and this thing that is beating inside his chest is just… something else.

And when he looks at you, no matter where or when, he just knows he will never stop being so eager to touch you, however it is. How could he? You’re the love of his life, after all.

Gojo Satoru

Now, we all know Gojo is all over everybody. Always slinging his arms around other people’s shoulders and invading their personal space. Especially if it’s someone he’s fond of. Not that he doesn’t touch people he dislikes and that he knows dislike him back, just to annoy them. It’s his not-so-secret pleasure.

So yeah, he’s always all over you. Giving you attention or pouting as he begs for your attention. It becomes more and more frequent, and he doesn’t hide it. Soon it’s clear for everybody that he's crushing hard on you. The students start teasing him during class and as they cross paths at school, but he just let’s them. It’s the truth, anyway.

But if you think he’s not touch starved even though he’s constantly touching you, you’re wrong. Very wrong. He’s longing, aching for more. And it’s not sexual, no. Not that the thought hasn’t crossed his mind more than once, but it’s not it. He wants to pick you up and bury his nose on your neck. Wants to kiss you every time you do something great, and kiss you every time for no reason other than wanting to as well. Wants to hold you extra close, your body tight against his, face on his chest, as you two fall asleep together. He wants you to run your fingers through his hair as he lays on your lap after a long, exhausting day. Wants to massage your neck and shoulders when you are the one who had a long day. Once you complained about menstrual cramps and said you really wish you had a heat bag around. Well, it took everything on him to not launch himself at you and place his warm hands over your lower belly (yes, he’s an “uterUS” guy).

When he gets to hug you, as in, when he just hugs you for no reason, he gets your scent all over him and his clothes for the rest of the day, and oh, he loves it. Find him walking around with a dumb(er) smile plastered on his face for the rest of the day. But when night comes and he’s alone at home, he begins to despise it, because you’re not there. And of course he’s gonna make it everyone’s problem by texting the guy group chat he made exclusively for talking about his crush on you. Poor Geto and Nanami (Nanami has left the group chat several times, but Gojo keeps adding him back). He even sends whiny audios.

He doesn’t want to mess things up with you. So he’s also asked the girls around him for dating advice. Shoko quickly dismissed him with a thick puff of cigarette smoke. Mai just told him “don’t” because she thinks you deserve better. Nobara started by listing all the reasons he was not fit for having a girlfriend, but eventually started talking so much about what a guy should do and how a guy should behave that he had to start taking notes on his cellphone so he wouldn’t forget anything. Of course, when he thanked her, she made him buy her a new jacket as an actual thank you.

And while he doesn’t come up with a date idea he’s satisfied with, he’ll have to settle with what he has for now.

And as you two get even closer, you start to get touchier too. You start by poking him around every now and then, eyes glowing with mischief when you find his ticklish spots. You lean into him as you two are looking down at the same thing. Hold onto his arm randomly, just because. Until you also start hugging him at any chance you get. And oh boy, is Gojo absolutely delighted. His hopes were more up than ever, and this was a sample of heaven. Actual heaven would be when you two finally get into a relationship. Preferably married. Geto and Nanami keep having to tell him to calm down.

Your first date wasn’t like Gojo planned. In fact, he didn’t even ask you out. But it wasn’t bad at all.

It happened when you two found yourselves in a strangely romantic setting after fighting some grade one cursed spirits that showed up in the middle of a crowded carnival. Of course, everyone fled the place, and it was deserted, but everything was still working (except for a couple rides and tents that were destroyed during the fight). So, you and Gojo grabbed some (free!) snacks and headed to the ferris wheel, admiring the night sky together.

“This kinda feels like a date, doesn’t it?” He said after a brief moment of comfortable silence, without thinking much, and mentally facepalming at his dumb ass and big mouth. He kept his eyes glued onto the sky after this and stuffed his face with more candy.

“Do you want it to be?” You asked, chill on the outside, shaking on the inside.

Gojo looked at you so fast his neck actually hurt, eyes wide and cheeks full of candy, just like a chipmunk. He swallowed it all down with a big, kinda painful gulp.

“Well, I– I wouldn’t mind…” he answered, his heart beating so fast his chest was hurting. Or was it the candy he swallowed way too soon?

You could see his whole face turning red even under the dim light, and you held back a giggle. Seeing this big guy turn into a very tiny one so quick was adorable.

“Cool. It’s a date, then.” You said with a smile.

It was no surprise that you two kissed on that very same night, you being as down bad for him as he was for you. Gojo was glad your eyes were shut as you kissed, this way you couldn’t see him frowning and scrunching up his nose as he tried his best not to kiss you desperately. ‘Be normal, Gojo Satoru’, he thought to himself.

Of course, he acted like his super chilled self once you parted, smiling like he wasn’t squealing like a little girl in his head.

Didn’t take long after he became your boyfriend for him to start suggesting you two should move in together. Took even less time for him to start begging for it.

“But baby, I want to cuddle with you every night, and wake up still holding you every day, and have the entire house smelling like you always, especially when you walk out of the shower. I want to sniff all that soap scent out of you. Please! I don’t want to be left with just some pictures of you when I could have real you there.” He said the last sentence with a big pout and huge puppy eyes. You had come to find his eyes could, somehow, get even bigger when he was being whiny like this.

You had also come to find that you couldn’t say no to him.

Damn that lanky man.

Oh, and by “some pictures”, don’t believe him. It was loads of pictures. There were countless pictures of your face everywhere in his house: in the living room, in the kitchen, the bedroom, the study, and even in the bathroom. Yes, he hung one there and refused to take it out. Even when you moved in. So you gave up trying to get it out of there and instead hung a picture of him by yours.

He loved it.

Although finally satisfied with how much he could touch you at any time he wanted, at night he would still wrap himself all around you, entangling his long legs with yours, elated that you were his at last. It was uncomfortable sometimes, having these bumps between you and the mattress, but getting out of his embrace wasn’t a choice. All you could do was wiggle and grunt a little until he moved his limbs into a more comfortable position for you - because he, for one, didn’t mind being uncomfortable as long as he was all around you. Holding you tight was his idea comfortable. And God, if he could become one with you he absolutely would.

Even during summer, he would turn on the AC on the lowest setting just so he could be all over you without you complaining about it being too hot. And if the house got too cold, don’t worry, he’ll heat you up with his whole body, like a personal, portable heater. Or a living blanket.

You were never cold during winter either, because at the smallest of the chills on your body, he would be there. Be it by rubbing your arms and hugging you while you were out or pulling a warm, fuzzy blanket over the two of you when you were home. Hell, he didn’t even think it was that bad when you mischievously put your ice cold feet on his back simply for the fact that that was you touching him. And your punishment for this? Being trapped tightly in his arms while he showers you with quick, loud kisses that makes the skin on your face and neck tickle. Oh, and he will sneak a kiss right on your ear, just to watch you squirm and the goosebumps on your skin, your laugh and his filling the room.

Worried you'll crush him when you lay on top of him. Well, worry no more, really - he wants you to.

Gojo couldn’t be any happier.

And that group chat? Never forgotten. He would still constantly update the boys on everything you two did together.

“We fought :C”

“We’re talking again!!!!”

“We went out and had swiss roll cake today ☺️”

Nanami blocked him when he got the “GUYS, IT HAPPENED! WE SPENT THE NIGHT TOGETHER” message. If there was one thing Nanami would not read it would be what Satoru Gojo did in bed with someone.

But be not afraid. Gojo would never, ever expose you like that. No. He’d pluck his eyes out and die before he did anything harmful to you. What he did was ramble on and on about how perfect it was and how happy he was and how it was everything he’d dreamed of and more.

Poor Geto (who has the patience of a saint, really) had to go through it all, reading each new message slowly, with care and fear, also afraid that Gojo could end up spilling too much in his excitement.

All Geto could say after Gojo was done talking was “I’m glad for you, Satoru 😊”, earning several lovestruck stickers from Gojo.

Since he started dating you, it never took too much to make the man happy. Just being with you, seeing you, or even just mentioning you was enough to have him glowing.

But nothing compared to having you in his arms, safe and sound.

It did take a whole lot to get Nanami to unblock him, though.

Geto Suguru

Dear Geto’s hands are tingling, itching, burning to touch you. When he’s watching you, he unconsciously starts fidgeting with his hands, rubbing his fingers together, digging his nails into his palms, cracking his fingers, shoving them into his pockets so he can grab the fabric of his pants.

Gojo notices how Geto starts doing this more and more often, but he hasn't figured out why yet. Until the day he’s finally going to ask Geto if he’s alright, and if there’s anything going on. When he shifts his gaze from Geto’s hands to his face, he catches him stealing a look at you, not so discreet this time. He was clearly not paying attention to what Gojo was saying just seconds ago.

A smile creeps up on Gojo’s face. He thinks it’s cute, really. Seeing his best friend fall for someone. But what’s much, much better is that now he’s got an amazing reason (or should we say one more) to tease poor old Suguru nonstop.

But what Geto doesn’t realize is that he’s already touching you. All the time. You two are close friends. Have been for good a while. And he’s always respected you, obviously. You are comfortable around each other. So it kind of makes sense that he doesn’t notice when he starts doing so.

He’ll sometimes whine about being tired as the two of you are sitting down on the couch, and lay his head on your shoulder. He also does that when you show him something on your phone. If you two are standing, he’ll rest his cheek on your head.

Other times, he’ll just hook his pinkie around yours as you walk side by side. When you’re in a crowded place though, he’ll either walk behind you with his hands on your shoulder, especially if he's guiding you somewhere or you're guiding him, or sneak his arm around your waist. Depends if he’s feeling more playful or moody that day.

Oh, and speaking about waist, that’s his absolute favorite spot to hold you. He’s standing or leaning somewhere and you come by? He’ll immediately reach out for your waist and pull you close, having you rest your body against his. He’s sitting down and you’re standing? There comes that arm firmly pulling you to him, thumb gently rubbing your side.

The latter had you start to (also subconsciously) do something similar: if you’re sitting and he stops by your side, you’ll give his pants a gentle tug to get him to stand closer so you can rest your head on his hip. And no one is surprised when, after a while, Geto’s hand goes from resting on your shoulder to caressing your head.

Oh, don’t forget the amazing bear hugs he’ll give you all of a sudden, making you gasp in surprise and then start to giggle as you hug him back, wonderfully nestled into him.

He doesn’t even have to look before reaching for you anymore. He’s memorized all the bits of you at this point. He would think it’s ridiculous, hadn’t he been so oblivious to his own actions.

And you enjoy it all, leaning into him and basking in the warmth and peace that radiate from him. Because you like him just as much as he likes you. You just don’t know it yet.

Gojo noticed this not too long after noticing Geto’s feelings for you. He actually realizes you like Geto much before you do. And he’s perplexed by it all. How can the two of you be so oblivious about it?! He’s so perplexed he doesn’t even tease as much as he normally would, too invested into watching the two of you being absolutely clueless around each other. Eventually he starts talking about it with Shoko, and they obviously make a bet on who’s going to confess first.

Geto also finds himself growing jealous and rather possessive of you (in a normal way, not in a toxic, creepy way). If looks could kill, so many people would’ve spontaneously combusted by now, just from the glare he sends anyone that stands too close or gets too funny around you. Especially that one friend of yours who’s way too comfortable with you. He’ll watch from a distance until his patience is entirely over, and then immediately make his way to you, arm glued to your waist before he’s even stopped walking, a fake ass smile on his face as he says something like “what are you two talking about?” or “what’s up, honeycomb?”. Or, to that friend he’s seen more times than he’d like, “I’m sorry, have we met before?”. He’ll even add an “Are you sure? I think I would remember you if we did” when he’s feeling extra spicy.

And still Geto Suguru’s hands are aching for you, for how touch starved he is. And he’s still fidgeting with them the moment he lays eyes on you.

Then, after far too many weeks of suffering - and finally telling his bestie about his crush - he’ll whine to Gojo about being so desperate for anything from you. About how glad he would be if he could at least hold your hand or have just one little touch from you. And he’s still mid mental breakdown speech when Gojo interrupts him with a

“Bro, are you serious right now?”

And when he doesn’t understand Gojo’s question, the white-haired man has to tell him all that he's been watching for the past few months.

“You two just haven’t fucked at this point. Or have. But I really don’t wanna know.” Gojo shudders at the thought. “What I’m saying is, we all thought it was cute and funny in the beginning, but now it’s becoming almost painful to watch. Shoko and I are nearly giving up our bet. Nanami’s considering moving to the countryside sooner.”

And the ridiculous look that Geto has on his face, speechless, mouth dropped to a perfect shocked “O” after hearing it all, is priceless. Gojo is dying to pull out his phone and take a picture of him, but he’s not in the mood to get beat up at the moment (he got his hair cut today, ok?).

But Shoko, being the icon she is and having just entered the room after hearing her name, captures the moment perfectly, making the picture their groupchat’s icon right away.

Geto’s mostly silent for the rest of the day, processing the information. It was all so simple, so natural to be that close to you that he didn’t realize he was already all over you. He’s stunned. At himself, mostly, more than the situation as a whole. How did he not notice? Geto Suguru, who’s always so aware of himself, his every thought and every move (no wonder everyone thinks he’s so gracious, even when he’s sitting with his legs spread open).

He starts getting anxious that night soon after going to bed. What if he had gone too far? Invaded your personal space? What if you were secretly hating it, disgusted and uncomfortable, but couldn’t find a way out of this situation. He knows you can defend yourself damn well, but if that had messed you up mentally, things aren’t as easy and simple as kicking him in the balls.

But then you would’ve made something at this point, right? Avoid him and distance yourself. Plus, you’re close friends with Gojo as well, you would’ve said something or asked him for help if that was the case.

Also, Gojo may be stupid, but he’s not that stupid. And he’s got good eyes. He knows you well. If he says you like him too, the chances of that not being true are very low.

That calms him down… A little.

He decides that he’s got to think of something. Do something. If not ask you out, at least talk to you. Make things clear. And apologize if he has to.

And then he, once again, unconsciously slips into daydreaming about a scenario where luck is on his side, and instead of laying down on his own to go to sleep as he is right now, he’ll be able to fall asleep with his arms practically tied around you, his nose shoved against your head so he can intoxicate himself with that delicious smell of your shampoo. He thinks falling asleep due to low oxygen because of doing so is a great way to fall asleep.

As you become significant others, he’s still doing all that he used to do (and much more, of course), but in a deeper way.

He’ll lay his head on your shoulder and loop his arm around yours. He’ll fully hold your hand, interlocking your fingers. His hand is firm against your hip, holding you close to him. When he pulls you close as you’re standing and he’s sitting, he’ll loop his arms around your leg and hold your thigh, or both your thighs, as he rests his head on your side. Or he might pull you to his lap, nonchalantly. Who knows?

Those bear hugs? Expect loads of them. Surprise or not. And now he’s also picking you up and showering you with kisses. He falls in love even harder when you get all giddy when he spins you around.

And his favorite, the arm around your waist as you two stand there. Now both his arms are around you, tighter than ever, obviously possessive even though he (again) doesn’t realize how possessive he looks when he does that. Especially when he’s leaning against something and his leg is slipping between yours, your hips tight against him, and he’s resting his chin on you (he doesn’t know why, but this one is heaven to him).

He’s so about touching you and feeling you, that when you’re in bed together, he doesn’t see the point of using something else to tie you up when he can just hold you in a position himself. He’ll use his own body and weight to keep you down, or, if he can’t hold you as he’d like (he only has two hands, unfortunately) he’ll command that you hold yourself in place so can use his hands to hold wherever else he’s got his mind on. You obey, obviously, mischievous or desperate, depending on how fucked up you already are at that point.

Aftercare? Showering you (he’ll clean you up in bed if your legs are too wobbly) and massaging your whole body, of course. He’ll kiss your body, following his hands, as he goes on, whispering sweet nothings. Then, he’ll pull you against his chest, wrapping both arms around you, so you can fall asleep listening to the always-calm, steady thud of his heartbeat. You’re both still naked, skin on skin, to be able to be as close to each other as humanly possible. He’s the happiest man on Earth.

He’s not shy of kissing you in public, either. From a peck to an open mouthed kiss, he’ll do it all. You’re the one growing red all over, actually. Having to push against his chest so he’ll pull away, especially when he’s going at it for too long.

“Oh, let them watch.” he murmurs as you point that everyone’s looking, your eyes darting everywhere in embarrassment “They’re either happy for us or straight up jealous” He says with those beautiful eyes of his staring so deeply into yours that you swear he can see your soul. “I’ve got the prettiest little thing there is anyway. All mine.” He holds your chin and kisses you one last time. He’s a teaser, but he respects it every time you ask him to stop.

Another thing he’s come to love is having you brush his hair, whether it’s in the morning or after naptime. Or at some random moment, just because he wants to feel you gently brushing it. And his favorite is after washing his hair. He’ll grab his hair products and comb and rush to you, closing his eyes as you gently untangle his hair and the delicate, flowery smell of the products fill the room. You always end it with an “all done, baby!” and a kiss to his forehead, and he thanks you looking up at you with loving eyes, following with a kiss on your lips. He wouldn’t trade moments like this for nothing in the world.

He loves you. And he loves loving you. And he adores holding you however it is.And even after all this time, his hands still itch, still tingle, still burn, and still get all fidgety every time he looks across the room and his eyes find you.

P.S.: Might write a part 2 of this for more characters once I get more comfortable with writing them, like Ino, Choso and Higuruma!

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dragoneyelashart · 3 days ago

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smut ౨ৎ

warnings: spanking

a/n: did i wake up at 6am just to write this? yes 😸😽

the bar was packed, bass-heavy music pulsing through the bodies packed between low red lights and sticky floors. you were leaned against the high-top near the back, drink in hand, dressed in something you knew would make billie twitch.

she was across the room, posted at the bar, watching you with the kind of stare that could set skin on fire. you’d clocked it the second you walked in, she was already on edge. you liked that.

you smiled at someone who passed by a little too close, just enough to catch billie’s attention. you didn’t even have to look; you felt her move before she did.

she was suddenly at your side, cool and quiet, towering over you.

“you done being a brat yet?” she asked, close to your ear, voice low enough to make your neck prickle.

you turned your head slowly, flashing that cocky smile of yours. “was i being a brat? or are you just mad i’m not begging for your attention tonight?”

billie didn’t respond, she just looked you up and down like she was picking out the exact way she was going to break you later.

“you think i won’t embarrass you right here?” she muttered, hand brushing the small of your back like a warning. “keep running that mouth.”

you stepped closer, chest brushing hers. “please. you’re not gonna do anything in public.”

billie’s smile was tight. dangerous. “keep testing me.”

you took another sip of your drink, slowly. “you like it when i do.”

she stepped forward until your back hit the edge of the high-top table.

“you wanna keep playing? but baby you and i both know i’ll have you begging for my dick in seconds?”

your lips curved. “you wish.”

billie grabbed your wrist, not rough, but firm enough to make your pulse jump. she didn’t say another word, just guided you through the crowd and out the door, her grip unrelenting the whole way. the cool night air hit your skin like a slap, but it didn’t sober you. not with the way billie’s jaw was locked, the silence vibrating with all the promises she hadn’t spoken yet.

the door slammed behind you with a sharp click.

you barely had time to kick off your shoes before billie was on you, her hand gripping the back of your neck, pushing you up against the hallway wall.

“still feeling brave, sweetheart?” she murmured into your ear, voice deceptively calm.

you let out a breathy laugh. “little bit.”

she chuckled, low and humorless, her other hand sliding around your waist to hold you still. “you think i didn’t see what you were doing back at the bar? making me chase you. acting like i wouldn’t do anything about it.”

you tilted your head toward her, smiling even as your heart pounded. “worked, didn’t it?”

her grip on your neck tightened, just slightly. just enough. “you love testing me, don’t you?”

“maybe,” you whispered, bold. “maybe i just like what happens when you lose patience.”

that did it.

without another word, billie spun you around, her grip firm as she dragged you down the hall and into the bedroom. you stumbled slightly, heart leaping as the tension cracked open into something heavier.

she pushed you down onto the bed, one hand pressed between your shoulder blades to keep you there. the mattress dipped beneath your knees as you shifted, breath hitching as you heard the faint sound of her belt sliding through its loops behind you.

“you gonna behave now, slut?” she whispered in your ear.

your ass was already sore from the spanking billie had just delivered earlier today, each slap a sharp reminder not to play games you couldn’t win. your face was pressed into the pillow, body aching, your pussy dripping, puffy and needy from hours of cruel teasing. you whimpered, broken down and soaked in the haze of it all.

“please—please bils,” you whined, voice cracking on the edge of desperation.

“tsk. you know better than that, princess,” billie said, her voice like gravel and silk. “c’mon—does daddy need to punish you again? hm?”

you shook your head quickly, but the moment you did, her hand came down hard on your already tender ass, pulling a sob from your lips.

“daddy—daddy—m’sorry,” you gasped, your body trembling. “please, i need you—”

she grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up. “you need me? huh, baby?”

you nodded frantically, tears welling in your eyes from how much you did. from how deep she had you under now.

billie scoffed softly, her gaze dark and unforgiving. “how stupid are you, baby, huh? daddy’s barely touched you and i’ve already got you too dumb to remember your manners.”

you couldn’t speak, just nodded, shook your head, did anything to show her how far gone you were.

she smirked. “fucking slut. can’t even be thankful. need daddy to fuck you stupid, babygirl?” you nod quickly, as billie’s cock enters you, slowly splitting you apart. billie runs her hands down your back, pressing into your back dimples as she stills inside you. “move, daddy, move please” you whimper out, softly. “hm? what was that c’mon speak up, whore” “daddy need you to move please” billie just hums in approval.

“that’s it baby, see is it so hard to behave?”

“no daddy, m’sorry, gonna be your good girl daddy” billie hums, beginning to move her cock at a faster pace. your moans increased, whimpers and whines heard everywhere.

“yeah, so much better when you don’t have that slutty mouth of yours running,”

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gukcnt · 2 days ago

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MY LOVE, UNTIL I RETURN ⭒ KTH

in which you and taehyung share an emotional final day, filled with desperate love and physical connection, as you prepare for the pain of his impending military enlistment.

pairing — dom!taehyung x sub!femreader

genre — established relationship, slice of life, military enlistment, long distance relationship, heartbreak, smut, fluff, lots of angst, sad ending

warnings/tags — 18+, explicit smut, hard dom!taehyung, possessive!taehyung, emotional intimacy, grief, military enlistment anxiety, physical closeness, shyness and vulnerability, possessive tenderness, music and dancing, promises and vows, love confessions, lots of crying, post departure grief, separation anxiety, assurances of love, they love each other so much i can't, oral sex (f. receiving), eating out, cunnilingus, face riding, face sitting, cum swallowing, tongue fucking, clit stimulation, multiple sex scenes, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, lots of breast play, he is obsessed with her tits, nipple play, nipple sucking and biting, rough sex, missionary position, doggy, riding, gentle lovemaking, emotional sex, cockwarming, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation, against the wall sex, cum play, overstimulation, making out, hickies/marking, bruising and scratching, spanking, shower sex, morning sex, oral sex (m. receiving), cock palming, cock sucking, face fucking, hair fisting, cum swallowing, power dynamics, body worship, loving aftercare

wc — 11k

a/n — i literally shed tears while writing this aaaa, i miss tae so much y'all! 😭

series m. list | main m. list

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The mourning was inevitable, the regular smell of air in your apartment filled with the musky smell of Taehyung's cologne.

A scent you were so used to that it felt like a part of your own skin.

The sunlight casts a soft glow over the couch where you sat, its cushions filled with years of shared moments.

Taehyung was beside you.

His presence as always providing you comfort, yet it was painful.

His broad shoulders, usually confident, now hunched forward showing the weight that he was carrying.

His dark hair slightly messy and falling over his eyes, framing his face in a way that makes him look both boyish and mature.

His deep brown eyes usually having a playful spark or intensity, were clouded today with grief.

And a desperation.

The sight of him like this—beautiful, broken, and yours—makes your chest ache painfully.

With a fierce love.

You’re curled up beside him, legs tucked beneath you as your body instinctively seeks his warmth.

You wore one of his oversized white shirts, it felt warm and cozy along with the smell of him that clings to the shirt.

Enveloping you.

Reminding you of his impending departure.

Your hands rested in your lap, fingers twisting nervously—a habit developed from anxiety that didn’t leave you since he told you about his military enlistment six days ago.

Your heart feeling like it's trapped.

A reminder.

Of the clock ticking and each minute slipping from you until he leaves.

Taehyung's deep voice soon breaks the silence.

“My love,” he murmurs.

The endearment spilling out of his mouth for you, making your breath catch.

He reached for your hand, fingers warm and calloused from years of hard work, his roughness softening just for you.

His hand slowly starts tracing slow comforting circles over your knuckles, making your lips part.

“I don’t know how I’m going to do this,” he says.

Voice cracking slightly with emotion.

“A week left, and all I can think about is how I wanna memorize every inch of you,” he breathes.

“I wanna carry you with me, sweet girl, so I don’t forget what it feels like to be whole.”

His words feeling like a knife to your chest and tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill.

Your cheeks warming beneath his attention as you finally lift your eyes to meet his, raw vulnerability in them.

Stealing your breath.

“Tae…” you whisper.

Your voice trembles, biting your lower lip, trying to hold back the sob trying to escape.

He shifts closer, arm wrapping around your waist possessively.

The heat of his touch grounding you against the ache in your chest.

His other hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen.

“I know my baby”

Voice steady for you despite the storm you know he is facing by looking at his eyes.

Wanting to stay strong for you.

His lips brush your forehead, lingering there.

Branding himself into your skin.

“I’m terrified too. The thought of being with you... fuck—it's like losing a part of myself,” he says.

“But I’m here now, hmm? I’m gonna love you so much, so completely, you’ll feel me even when I’m gone.”

His words feeling like a lifeline and you lean onto him, head resting against his chest.

The steady beat of his heart matching your own.

That lulled you to sleep several nights.

Just imagining how you will sleep without it once he was gone brings tears back to your eyes.

You whimper shakily, causing his arms to tighten around you and you breathe in his cologne, clean male scent.

Your fingers clutching shirt.

Desperately clinging to him.

۶ৎ

The week before his departure has been full of emotions.

All moments shared close together, barely giving you any relief.

Mornings were spent tangled in bed as Taehyung's lips traced your sensitive skin—your neck, shoulder.

Especially the sensitive spot behind your ear, him knowing it makes you arch into him.

His constant whispers of “I love yous” and “you’re mine” surrounding you permanently.

Afternoons spent with quiet walks in your backyard garden, relishing each other's presence.

His hands never leaving yours, fingers holding yours tightly

Afraid you’ll slip away.

He tried to make things normal, you could feel it. His laughter, so rich and deep, comforting you in ways you couldn’t explain.

Taking away the pain of separation that will happen eventually, even for a little bit.

He wouldn’t leave your side even while cooking, staying by your side all the time while you prepared all his favorite meals.

Knowing he was gonna miss them when he's gone.

Heartfelt conversations and teasings would end up with heated kisses against the counter, his body pressing against yours, hands roaming all over you with hunger.

Never leaving a chance to not touch you.

But the nights—oh god, the nights.

It unraveled both of you in a way, desperation controlling you both.

The nights were a mix of touches and need.

Bodies speaking louder than words.

Each kiss and touch feeling like a promise, a plea and a goodbye that will break you both

And yet no amount of memorizing felt enough.

Not when the time constantly taunted you both.

۶ৎ

Taehyung pulls you closer, now in bed, arms tightening around you until there’s no space left.

His lips finding yours, gentle and soft, tasting you, tongue tangles with yours, slow and exploring every corner of your mouth.

Consuming you.

When he pulls back, his forehead resting against yours, both your breaths ragged, eyes searching yours with an intensity that makes your stomach flutter.

“My love,” he rasps.

“I need you to know something… for me, yeah? No matter where I am or how far apart we are, you're with me no matter what, always…”

“You’re in my very blood, my soul, and I’m gonna fight every day to come back to you, to hold you like this, and love you until we’re old and gray.”

His voice was gruff, laying his heart for you through his words.

“Do you hear me, hm, baby?”

His voice hitching, and you see his eyes glistening with tears.

A rare emotion, he hides so well.

He never cries.

But for you, he was a broken man.

You nod, throat too tight to speak, burying your face in his chest, tears soaking his shirt.

“I love you, Taehyung,”

You sob, voice muffled.

“I’ll wait for you. I'll always wait for you.”

He holds you for what felt like hours and hours, the world fading.

Only the two of you.

All that existed was him, you, and the raw love you both shared for each other.

The love that you guys will have when he needs to go for his enlistment.

But for now, you clinged to the moment, soaking his warmth and his loving words, meant for you only.

Because you knew… that soon…

It will be all you have left.

۶ৎ

It's the day before Taehyung's departure.

The sky itself was gloomy today, the threat of rain mirroring the environment in your home.

The ache in your chest.

You stir awake in bed, body feeling heavy with what's about to come, the loss you're gonna face.

Your half lidded eyes opening slightly, only to find Taehyung already gazing at you.

He’s propped on one elbow, bare torso and hard muscles, his eyes holding yours with several emotions—love, hunger, and a quiet fury.

Anger at the time slipping away.

You’re curled up against him, your legs tangling with his beneath the sheets, an usual act, hinting that the intimacy of such normality will be gone soon.

“Darling…”

His voice making your throat tighten.

His hand reaches up, fingers brushing your cheek, calloused finger tracing your features.

A shiver goes down your spine.

“I want today to be ours.” he growls.

You let out a quiet whimper, tears welling in your eyes, but you held them back for the sake of both of you.

Wanting to make the most of today.

His dark eyes staring straight into your soul, getting to know all your feelings without you telling them.

“Taehyung,” you crooned

“I don’t know how to let you go. I'm so scared.”

The words spilling out uncontrollably, raw and heartbreaking as tears started streaming down your face.

Against your will.

He immediately pulls you into his arms, hard chest pressing against you, and he fists your hair, holding you to him.

His hand slides to the small of your back, the heat of his touch seeping through you.

“Baby,” he hums.

“I’m terrified too. But I'm here now.”

Lips brushing over your jawline.

“I love you, sweet girl… more than anything”

۶ৎ

The day starts with each moment in a midst of needing to be close, imprinting the other's presence into memory.

Breakfast was quiet in the kitchen.

Taehyung standing at the stove, broad shoulders relaxed as he flips the pancakes with a practiced ease.

He’s shirtless, only wearing sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing his masculine beauty.

Making your legs clench unknowingly.

You sit at the table, hands wrapping around a hot cup of coffee Taehyung made for you earlier.

Taehyung soon turns, a plate of crispy pancakes in hand, flashing you a warm smile.

A boxy smile that was now tinged with sadness.

That he tried his best to hide.

“Eat for me, love,” he orders.

His commanding voice slipping out of him, unknowingly.

Whenever he needs to take care of you.

He sets the plate before you, and drizzling some chocolate syrup over the pancakes, knowing by heart you like them like that.

He leans down, pecking your lips, your chest heaving at his care.

“I wanna see you smile today,” he demands.

You try, but the smile feels fake, something he notices.

He always does.

His eyes softening, and he sits across from you, knees touching yours under the table, teasing you.

His thumb strokes your palm, the simple touch sending a warmth through you, eyes meeting his, biting your bottom lip to control your emotions.

“tae…”

His grip tightens on you, eyes darkening.

“You don’t have to be strong, darling.” He coos.

“Fall apart if you need to. You know I'll always be here. Ready to catch you… always.”

The words feel like a vow, and before you know it, a tear spills down your cheeks.

He leans across the table, kissing the tear away, and you gasp, clinging to him.

His actions making you ache more.

And you realize you’ll ache forever.

Until he returns.

۶ৎ

After breakfast, his need to be close to you becomes overwhelming, and Taehyung suggests a shower.

Voice lacing with desire.

Taehyung stepping in first in the spacious shower, and the sight of him under the water steals your breath.

The water streaming down his body, almost tracing his muscles, droplets cling to him, making an insistent pulse between your legs.

His wet hair pressing to his forehead, and his eyes met yours, longing and lust in them.

He motions at you with a single finger.

“Come here,” he exhales, sharply.

You step into the shower, heart racing and the water now falling over you as well, soaking your shirt.

Making it see through for your man.

The sensation feeling too much.

He pulls you against him, hands clutching your hips.

The water falling over you both, a warmth that shuts out the world.

You forget about everything.

Except him.

“You’re so beautiful…” he hums.

Lips brushing against your ear, naked chest pressing against yours, and his warm baritone makes your stomach flutter, eyes getting dilated.

“I wanna you feel good,” he purrs.

You huff, gripping his naked chest, nails digging into his skin.

His rough hands slide under your shirt, lifting it slowly, taking his time and making you impatient.

His hands roaming all over your body, gripping you wherever he wanted, and he finally tossed the shirt aside

It landed on the floor.

Leaving you bare for him.

The sudden exposure makes you shy, a flush warming your cheeks as you look away. Even after years of your relationship with him, the shyness never really fading.

But his gaze was unwavering, filled with so much adoration and love.

Your insecurities fades.

“Tae…” you whisper.

“You make me feel so…so seen.”

The words were vulnerable, and he responds with a hungry kiss, lips insistent, all tongue and teeth, claiming your mouth.

Almost like a feral animal taking his place.

The intensity making your knees weak as you cling to him while he practically eats your mouth.

The taste of him—clean, with a hint of the chocolate syrup from breakfast—flooding your senses, and you moan uncontrollably in his mouth.

“Mmm, tae…”

He swallows all your sounds with his tongue, his hands finding your breasts, weighing them in his hands, loving the weight of them.

He always bragged about how your tits were the perfect size for him.

Made for his hands specifically.

His thumbs brushed over your nipples, hardening them instantly under the touch, and the sensation was almost electric, a jolt of pleasure that goes straight to your pussy.

Your clit throbbing in need.

“Hah… oh, Tae!”

You gasped, arching and pressing your breasts closer to him.

He groans lowly, thumbs connecting to your nipples, and he pinches your nipples lightly, rolling them between his fingers.

“Mhm, oh…oh…please—”

The combination of pain and pleasure making you pant.

“You’re always so sensitive… mm... I love it, baby,” he murmurs.

His lips brush against your collarbone while continuing to tease your nipples.

Water streaming over both of you, amplifying the sensation, the water acting like a slickness that leaves your mouth parted in ecstasy.

The water droplets slide down your skin, between your breasts, and Taehyung snarls at the sight.

Chasing the droplets with his tongue.

He finally decides to give you a bit of relief, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, tongue flicking it in fast motions.

“Nghh, Taehyung!” You cry out.

The wet heat of his mouth and tongue was almost overwhelming, your thighs trembling, pussy growing slick with arousal.

Your hands, desperate for him, slides down his body, tracing the hard planes of his chest and abs, the water helping your hand glide easily.

He exhales against your breasts, humming his approval against your nipples, the vibrations have you trembling.

Your hand soon reaches for his cock, already hard and heavy against his thigh.

You wrap your hand around him, fingers barely meeting from his thickness, and you revel in his hardness.

His head falling back, the noises escaping unrestrained.

“Fuck my love,” he pants.

Hips bucking into your hand.

“You drive me crazy.”

You start stroking him slowly, your own chest heaving with shaky breaths, feeling the throb of him, water washing away the precum bedding out of him.

Your mouth waters with want.

Your clit pulsing in time with your strokes, an ache that you try to ignore by pressing your thighs together.

Seeking relief.

“You’re so hard…” you coo.

Your voice shy but lacing with need and he growls, hands gripping your ass and pulling you flush against his chest.

Your bare tits pressing onto his hard chest, you let out a whimper.

“I want you,” he gruffs.

Eyes meeting yours burning with a love so intense, you struggle to breathe.

“My baby, I’m gonna miss this—miss you—every fucking second.”

The words a confession full of raw pain, and you feel your tears mingling with the water streaming down your body.

“I’m gonna wait for you… I swear,” you sob.

Your hand still working his cock, and your other arm wrapped around his neck, holding him close.

Your promise settling on his chest until he feels desperate again, tongue entering your mouth, biting and sucking your bottom lip.

All while he fucks your fist, hips bucking.

His hand fisting your hair, and you whine, letting him take whatever he wants from you.

Taehyung’s hands roam all over your body, every curve, every dip.

As if he's memorizing you.

Your slick now dripping on the floor, and with each brush of his finger, the ache seemed to increase, and it was almost painful.

You didn’t want teasing.

Not today.

Not when the time was running out so fast.

“Tae, I need you,” you begged.

He nods, eyes darkening with a promise.

His own patience running out, not wanting to waste even a second with you.

“Not here, princess,” he rasps, gently.

“I want you in our bed, where I can take my time with you… wanna make every moment worth it.”

He turns off the shower, grabbing a fluffy towel, wrapping you in it, hands gentle but possessive as he dries you off.

His lips brushing your skin with every moment, and you lean against the wall, lips parted.

Savoring his attention.

۶ৎ

Taehyung picks you up in bridal style, naked and you clutch his shoulder.

Your heart pounding with the adoration he stares at you with, he starts walking, reaching the bedroom, both your bodies still wet and dripping from the shower.

He gently lays you down on the bed, your heart racing as you look up at him.

He hovers above you, one hand propping beside your head, his presence and your need causing goosebumps all over your skin.

“My love,” he breathes.

“I wanna worship you today. Every inch of you—I want it all to be mine.”

Devotion in his words.

You swallow hard, shyness making your cheeks flush, but his gaze holds you to him.

Taking away your instinct to hide.

“Taehyung,” you tremble.

“I’m yours.”

You declare, like always, his eyes softening before he presses his lips to yours once again.

The kiss starting slow, his mouth moving against yours with a hunger.

He deepened the kiss, making you let out needy noises on his mouth, his teeth scraping your lower lip, your fingers curling into the sheets as you arch into him.

“Mhhh, Tae…” You moan, softly.

He pulls back, breath hot, looking at you with dark eyes.

Eyes gazing all over your naked body, drinking you in, his stare feeling like a physical touch.

“I could spend forever just kissing you, but I need more.”

You pant as he begins his descent downwards, lips trailing over your jaw to your sensitive neck, sucking gently.

A gasp leaving your mouth.

A faint hickey left on your skin.

The sensation was a delicious sting, your toe curling.

You felt exposed, still slightly wet breasts rising and falling with your quickened breaths, and a groan leaves his mouth.

His eyes taking you in.

“Perfect,” he rasps, in awe.

“Absolutely goddamn perfect for me”

His hands cupping them just like he did moments before in the bathroom, but he doesn’t make you ache anymore.

He smirks wickedly, at your neediness.

A knowing curve on his lips.

Lowering his mouth to your breast, taking one nipple in his mouth, harshly, a lot rougher and hungrier.

“Oh, Taehyung!” You cry out.

Fingers tangling in his damp hair, tugging.

His teeth grazing your nipple, enough to make you gasp out, body shuddering with his attention to your breasts.

“Please… please!” Your breath shakes.

Hips shifting against the sheets.

“It feels so good”

He moves to the other breast, grazing your nipple with his teeth while pinching the other neglected one.

You're a squirming mess for him.

“Fuck,” he chuckles, darkly.

Pulling away from your now overly sensitive breasts, from his torment.

“I love the noises you make for me, darling…”

His kisses trailing lower, slow and taking his time as he places kisses over the smooth skin on your stomach.

Lips lingering on your navel, tongue licking a stripe.

The tickling feeling making you squeak.

And you let out a giggle despite the heat building inside you.

The sound draws a deep chuckle from him.

He glances up at you, eyes sparkling with love.

“I love that sound too,” he says.

Thumb brushing your thigh.

“I’m gonna miss every part of you, love, every bit of your noises along with your happy ones.”

The reminder making your grin fade, the sadness taking over.

But it doesn’t last long.

His fingers start brushing against your folds, slow and teasing. He parts you gently to reveal your glistening pussy.

He uses the pads of his thumb, exposing you completely, baring the throbbing nub between your legs.

His fingers grazing your inner thighs, and you whine, slickness dropping more.

Shyness forgotten at the back of your mind from being so vulnerable in front of him, only needing relief.

You’re already too wet, pussy slick with arousal, clit needing his touch.

He paused, eyes fixing on you, and you gulp.

“Look at you,” he grunts.

“So wet for me already.”

His hand cupping your entire mound, fingers exploring your cunt, gathering your slick

“Tae… please,” you whimper.

Hips bucking towards him, seeking more

He hums darkly, his gravel voice sending a shiver down your spine as he starts to circle your clit with his thumb.

Your hands fisting the sheets tightly, brows furrowing.

“So needy… just like a naughty girl,” he grits out.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl. I'm gonna give you everything you deserve.”

After all the teasing.

He finally presses his mouth to you.

The first touch of his tongue against your clit felt like a shock of pleasure, your hips lifting off the bed with a cry leaving your mouth.

“Hahh hah, Tae—”

Your hands bunching the sheets around you, feeling dizzy with the wet heat of his tongue on your sensitive clit.

He starts sucking your clit, quickly and mercilessly, until you are shaking.

He hums against you, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure through you, and you're uttering nonsense right now.

Voice unrestrained.

“Oh God, Taee,”

Your fingers gripping his hair, hips tightly closing around his head but he holds you open with ease.

Your strength nothing compared to his.

He continues worshipping you with his mouth.

His tongue switching patterns, alternating from flat licks to your clit to occasional sucks that make your thighs tremble.

The obscene sounds filling the room—wet noises from his mouth, mixing with slick and his own soft groans, while tasting you.

“You taste so fucking good, I can eat this little pussy forever,” he growls.

Voice muffling in your pussy and you sob, hips rocking on his mouth instinctively.

His fingers soon join his tongue, sliding inside you with an ease and the sudden stretch has you letting out a scream.

Overwhelmed.

He curls them instantly, trying to find that spot inside you that makes you cry for him, his favorite music.

You start seeing stars behind your vision.

He thrusts his fingers in time with the movement of his tongue.

The dual sensation was too much

Too much all at once.

The wet heat of his tongue and his thick fingers fucking you in fast motions has you calling out his name constantly.

He groans against you like he’s the one being pleasured.

“Nghh, Tae, I’m fuck—I’m close,”

You quivered.

Thighs clamping tighter around his head, the pressure building in your stomach, ready to snap any moment

He doesn’t let up.

His tongue working your clit, fingers thrusting faster, hitting that sweet spot every time, and it felt like torture to you.

A delicious torture.

“Come for me, princess,” he hisses.

Lips brushing your clit as he speaks.

“I want to feel you fall apart.”

The orgasm hits you, body convulsing, a broken scream leaving you.

“Taehyung! Oh god, Taehyung!”

Your loud moans filling the room as your pussy clenches around his fingers, clit pulsing wildly against his tongue.

The sensation makes your body tremble uncontrollably, your grip on the sheets keeping you from falling apart.

He doesn’t stop.

His tongue gentle, still lapping at you, drawing out your pleasure until you’re letting out breathy sobs.

Oversensitive and breathless.

“It’s too much, please—”

You plead.

Hands tugging at his hair.

He finally pulls back, lips and chin glistening with your arousal, the sight making your pussy clench, despite your orgasm.

He crawls up your body, capturing your mouth in a possessive kiss.

The taste of yourself on his tongue makes you moan, gripping his hair once again.

A reminder of how thoroughly he’s claimed you.

“I love you,” you whimper against his lips.

“Love you too… my baby”

Forehead resting against yours.

You cling to him, body still trembling as you press a kiss on his sweaty chest.

Your heart close to bursting.

You lie there, his arms wrapped around you, breathless and spent, the sheets damp beneath you with your release.

A proof of how he unraveled you so easily.

Your eyes falling to the clock, and your nails dig into his chest.

No matter how much you try to forget about what's about to come and enjoy the moment.

It's not possible.

Taehyung senses it, pulling you tighter to him.

His lips brushing your ear.

“This is just the beginning. I'm gonna spend all day today showing you how much you mean to me.”

۶ৎ

In the afternoon, you both are in the living room.

The air filled with a jazz song playing, a romantic song creating an intimate atmosphere.

A music genre that Taehyung always loved.

You both were enjoying each other's presence after having lunch, every detail of the day felt heightened.

As if the world had slowed.

To savor these last hours with Taehyung.

The weight of what's gonna happen tomorrow still there.

But for now.

There's only him—his presence, his touch on your body and love for you.

You’re standing in the center of the living room, bare feet. Taehyung standing across from you, intense eyes locking with yours

Your breath catching and you look away, a shy grin tugging at your lips.

“My love,”

“Dance with me.”

The command was soft, cheeks flushing as you hesitate, fingers twisting your shirt nervously.

But he steps closer, taking your hand in his big calloused ones, holding your soft small ones.

Protectively.

He pulls you into his arms, hand settling on his chest, and his hand grabbed your waist.

The other hand guiding your hand to his shoulder.

You felt the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm, looking up at him, your own heart pounding, and eyes glistening.

You sway together.

The music helping with the slow movement of his hips against yours, breath warm against your temple, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there.

You purred unknowingly, and you felt his smile without seeing it.

In that moment it felt like the world disappeared.

Only the two of you existing.

His hand sliding lower, fingers laying across the small of your back, pressing you closer.

The moment innocent and romantic, but the hunger between you was palpable.

Wanting to feel each other all the time.

Before everything ends.

The friction of his pants against your bare thighs felt maddening, a tease that made your pussy pulse.

Even though he made you come just a few hours ago.

His hard cock pressing against you, and your breathing turns shaky.

“Tae…”

Your eyes flickering up to meet his and the raw emotion there make your knees weak.

Love, desperation, hunger.

He doesn’t respond with words, only a low guttural hum leaving him, dipping his head to capture your lips in a tender kiss.

His lips soft yet demanding, wanting to take as much as he can from you.

It felt familiar.

In a way, you know where he does it when he's needy for you.

The taste of him, flooding your senses.

You melting into him.

Your fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt.

The kiss deepens, his tongue sliding into your mouth, exploring you, something that he has been doing the entire day, almost as if he wants to etch your taste in his memory.

Still, it makes your head spin.

His hands begin to roam, one sliding up to cup the back of your neck, the other slipping beneath your shirt to caress your bare skin.

You gasp into his mouth, body arching towards him.

The dance forgotten.

Music fading in the background, both getting distracted by each other.

Once again.

“I can't get enough of you, baby,” he rasps, against your lips.

His words laced with an urgency that makes your heart pulse.

He pulls back enough to look at you.

“I need you. Right fucking now.”

Your breath hitching, restriction fading at the fire his words.

“Yea…”

The word was simple, but he hears the plea in it.

His lips curve into an almost predatory smile, and before you can process it, he’s moving with urgency.

He presses you against the wall, the wall cool against your back, pressing himself against you, pinning you in place.

His hands are everywhere, tugging the shirt up and over your head in one quick motion, leaving you bare before him.

You didn’t bother to wear any bra and panties because he was busy taking your clothes off everywhere, anytime.

And he always loved it when you remain bare for him.

The cool air raising goosebumps all over your body as he takes you in, never getting enough.

His hands start tracing the swell of your breasts, the dip of your waist.

Always taking his time exploring.

“I wanna see all of you… my beautiful girl,”

You tremble, lips parting on a shaky breath.

His mouth later finds your breasts, sucking and biting the nipple to his liking, switching breasts faster than you can keep track of.

Supplying both of them with his attention.

Your back arching off the wall.

“Oohh, Tae,”

His obsession with your breasts never ending.

“I can never get enough of these tits,” he grunts.

Your knees getting weak, when he finally pulls back, your nipples completely coated with his saliva, and you whimper at the sight of him.

So commanding.

So utterly devoted to you.

“I wanna taste you everywhere,” he groans.

He was about to kneel before you on the floor, but you stop him, a sudden urge overtaking your shyness.

A need to give as much as you’re receiving.

“Taehyung…” you breathe, determined.

“Let me… Let me please you, please.”

His eyes widen slightly, soon turning into a smirk. He straightens, hands resting on your hips and nods, eyes never leaving yours.

“Anything for you, sweet girl.”

His voice thickening with anticipation.

Now you are the one sinking to your knees before him on the floor.

Your hands tremble, reaching for his sweatpants, and you tug them down slowly, your breath catching as his cock springs free.

It's thick and heavy, tip glistening with precum, and the sight makes your mouth water.

Your pussy clenching.

You wrap your fingers around the base, marveling at the weight and it throbs for you, veins visible for you.

A low groan leaving Taehyung.

“Darling,” he exhales.

“Look at you, so eager for me.”

His hands cupping the back of your head, fingers fisting your hair.

Not pushing but guiding.

A gentle encouragement.

You leaned forward, lips brushing the tip, his salty taste filling your senses.

You moan softly, the sound vibrating against him, making him curse.

His grip on your hair tightening.

You finally take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the head before you slide down taking him deeper.

The stretch was intense, tears welling in your eyes from the sheer size of him, the weight of him making you sputter as you try to breathe through your nose.

You hollow your cheeks, sucking gently, and he groans, hips twitching forward.

“That’s it,” he growls.

“Such a good girl. Look at you, taking my cock so well.”

You whine against him, sound muffling.

“Fuck, keep doing that”

You bobbed your head, setting a rhythm, hand working what you cannot take inside your mouth, making gagging noises, which encourages him further.

His pleasing noises making you squeeze your thighs together, tears spilling down your cheeks.

The taste of him growing stronger as he spills more precum on your tongue and you savor it hungrily.

Your other hand cupping his heavy balls, fondling and massaging them, to his liking, and he hisses.

His hips starting to move, fucking your mouth with quick thrusts.

Taking what he wants from you.

“Oh God, your mouth feels like heaven,” he rasps.

Voice filled with awe and desperation.

His words spurring you on and you take him deeper into your mouth, trying to relax your throat in order to fight the urge to gag.

The way he fills you so completely.

Taking over you.

You don’t stop, driven by the need to make him feel as cherished as he makes you feel, how he always puts your needs before his, when he deserved to be pleasured as well.

He’s close, you can tell—his breathing turns heavy, thrusts erratic, cock twitching against your tongue.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he warns.

“You want it, baby? Want me to come in this pretty mouth of yours?”

You nod as best as you can, your needy noises expressing your request for him to let go.

Your mouth working faster.

And he finally lets out a strained groan, spilling in your mouth, hips stuttering.

The taste overwhelming.

You swallow every drop, some of his release dripping down your chin, but you lick them like a good girl.

Licking the excess fluid off his cock.

Cleaning every single drop.

Trembling above you as he comes down, fingers stroking your hair, his eyes half lidded and jaw clenched.

He pulls you to your feet immediately, kissing you hungrily, tasting himself on your tongue.

“You’re incredible,” he breathes.

“I don’t deserve you”

Before you can deny him, his hands are on you again, lifting you effortlessly, legs wrapping around his waist and he presses you back against the wall.

Your chest heaving with your pants from his manhandling, the strength in his arms.

“I need to be inside you,” he growls.

“now”

His cock hardening again, or maybe it never softened.

It finds your cunt like a magnet, pressing against your slick folds like it's meant to be there and you whimper, core aching with need.

He doesn’t tease, doesn’t make you wait.

Knowing time was running out.

He lines himself up to your slit, thrusting into you in one smooth motion, filling you up and you forget to breathe.

“Gahhh, shit! Taehyung!”

The stretch burning, but the pain soon mixes with pleasure, your head falling back against the wall.

He groans at the feel of your cunt clenching around him, forehead falling against yours.

“You're so tight and warm, my love.” his voice breaks.

“so damn good”

He starts to move, thrusting deep, yet quick, each one hitting that spot inside you, making you tremble in his arms.

Your body losing strength to hold yourself up, only supported by his arms, knowing he won't ever let you fall.

Trusting him with everything.

His powerful hands supporting you, anchoring you to him, fucking you with a desperation that matches your own.

You call out his name, voice high and broken, nails raking down his back, leaving red, burning scratches all over his skin.

The sound of you both going at it drowns out the jazz still playing in the background.

Your breasts bouncing with each thrust, his tongue exploring your mouth almost matching with the motion of his thrusts.

All your loud moans and whimpers swallowed by his mouth.

“Mhmm, ahnnn,” you gasp, on his mouth.

Your noises encouraging him further, fucking you stupid against the wall.

“You’re mine,”

His palm landing a sharp spank on your bouncing ass and you let out a startled scream, his hips snapping.

Harder and faster.

“Say it, baby. Tell me you're mine.”

His voice possessive and angry, but there's also a hint of vulnerability.

A need for reassurance, making your heart ache.

He was overthinking.

“I’m yours tae!” You chant, voice breaking.

“Always, always only yours”

The words pushing him over the edge, hands bruising your ass while he pounds you to his liking.

You bite his shoulder to ground yourself, pussy clenching around his cock constantly, the pressure building.

“Come on,” he commands.

“I wanna feel you come on my cock like a good slut.”

His hands slips between you, fingers finding your clit like an expert, rubbing tight, quick circles, and you see stars.

“Ah, oh, fuck, fuck—”

You felt dizzy, head swimming as the pleasure makes you shatter so fast, your body convulses.

“Gosh, Taehyung!”

Voice raw, pussy pulsing around him, milking his cock as you come.

He follows moments later, letting out an animal growl, cock pulsing, and he finally spills inside you, filling you to the brim.

His release warm inside you, making you shudder against him, biting his chest needily.

“Damn it,” he pants.

His thrusts slow and gentle now, drawing out the aftershocks until you are squirming in his arms, tears brimming your eyes.

He holds there, pinned to the wall, cock softening inside you.

You both cling to each other, a tangled mess of sweaty bodies not caring about anything but each other.

The room quiet now except for both your ragged breaths, the jazz playing in the background and the romantic intimate song matching both your current state.

“I will miss you,” he whispers, voice choked.

“I’m gonna miss you every day.”

You cling to him, face burying in his shoulder, a few tears leaving you.

“I love you, Tae,” you whimper

“I promise.”

The weight of tomorrow presses, heavily.

But for now.

You hold each other, everything else forgotten, every fear in the back of your minds.

Love the only thing existing.

۶ৎ

The night felt endless, raw desire and pained love filling the bedroom with heat.

The air heavy with the scent of sweat and arousal, your shared smell, the sheets tangling messily, soaking with dampness, clinging to both of your skin.

The only sounds—creak of the bed, skin slapping against skin along with your pleased noises, and his rough breathings.

The clock ticking on the nightstand.

A devastation.

Counting down the hours until Taehyung was gone.

But in this moment, time felt like an enemy, each touch and moan feeling like you both wanted to hold it against the coming separation.

Taehyung was possessed with wild feral need, a beast with relentless energy, on a mission to unravel you and test your limits.

His dark hair was a sweaty mess clinging to his forehead, eyes were feral with a mix of rage, hunger, and love.

His muscles flexing with every movement of his, unbeatable strength driving him further into ruining you.

His cock standing proudly, hard and leaking precum, thrashing despite using it several times now.

And the breath leaves your lungs, shocked at his crazed need to own you.

Never getting enough of you.

Your pussy clenching with a need that feels almost painful, core swollen from all it has endured, but the slickness dripping out of you said otherwise.

Wanting him for the last time before morning arrives.

And everything ends.

“Mhnmm,” he growls.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight, you’ll feel me for weeks… mm, you’ll feel me every time you sit or walk.”

Your stomach knots under his gaze, he looks at you all over, memorizing all your trembles and reactions completely.

The intensity making you feel exposed yet treasured in a way that has your lips parted trying to breathe as much as you can.

You’re spread across the bed, skin flushing with slick and sweat. Your thighs slick with arousal, the cool air making your pussy throb with an ache.

Your cunt sensitive from hours of his touch, yet you crave more.

Always craving more.

Your breasts feeling tender and way too painfully sensitive, nipples hardened from the night's earlier attentions, along with your swollen reddened lips from his relentless kisses and make outs.

“Hnn tae,” you mewled.

“Take me, please…”

He doesn’t hesitate, movements quick, crawling over you and his lips crash against yours, tonguing your mouth.

His arousal clinging to your tongue as well, and all of it mixing together to make a lewd taste.

That has you both moaning.

Your hands clawing at his shoulders, nails scraping the already marked skin from earlier actions, making him hiss.

“This pussy is dripping for me, begging for my cock…”

“You’re gonna take my cock like a good naughty girl, hmm? Want me to fill you up, make you scream… yeah?”

His dirty words make you pant and you nod, breath hitching as he grips your wrists, pinning them above your head with one large hand.

The restraint has your body arching towards him, instinctively, body completely in control of him.

Turning you on further.

His fingers grazing your soaked folds, parting them, sliding through your slickness, gathering them and teasing your slit.

You let out a whiny sigh, thighs parting further for him.

“Tae… baby, please, I need you.”

The endearment for him rushes out of your mouth, a rare nickname for him that rarely slips out of you, due to your shyness.

And it makes him growl, satisfied, instantly rewarding you by plunging two of his thick fingers inside you.

“Hahh, gosh!” You moan.

He starts scissoring his fingers, stroking your spot and you are a mess, writhing against the bed, hips starting to rock against him at the motion of his thrusts.

“Yes, yes, yes, oh.”

You chant.

Your noises spilling out unconsciously, trying to quiet yourself as he works you open for him.

“That’s it, love”

Eyes fixing on your face, taking in all your reactions, making sure to go along with it, knowing exactly what you like, like the back of his hand.

“Don’t hold back, sweet girl,” he coaxes you.

“let everyone know how much you love my fingers in your tight little pussy… how they greedily suck me in”

His thumb finding your clit, circling it and your body jerks towards him.

His lips finding your collarbone, leaving marks everywhere, sucking the marked skin from earlier, turning them purple.

Making sure the marks last you for weeks.

A reminder of him every time you look at a mirror, his love tattooed to your skin.

“Taehyung, please… ohh, stop—stop teasing me! I need you—you inside me.”

You struggle to speak between your moans, voice breaking.

He groans, withdrawing his fingers out of you with a wet squelch, bringing them to his mouth.

The sight of him licking your arousal off his fingers—eyes locked on yours, tongue slow as he savors each drop—makes you grind on his thigh, humping him like a bunny in heat, whimpers sputtering out of you.

Shame and shyness at the back of your mind.

Nothing makes sense to you anymore.

All you wanted was him and the connection.

“Shhh, don’t be such a dirty slut, baby.”

He rasps, steadying your moving thighs, stopping you from relief, making you pout.

“I could eat you the whole night, but I need to be inside you,” he exclaims, roughly.

Positioning himself between your legs, keeping your legs spread and without warning, he penetrates you.

Burying himself with a fast, brutal thrust.

“Oh my god, Taehyung, fuck!” you scream.

He grunts, beginning to move at a fast pace.

Pounding you or ruining you.

You couldn’t understand.

He was reaching such depths inside you, you didn’t know existed, almost reaching your stomach and your wails came out freely.

“Fuck, this cunt is all mine, yeah? made for my cock…”

He laughs darkly, a sex demon in his place and you almost couldn’t recognize him, hand fisting the sheets, burying your face in them.

“Fucking answer me, slut!”

He lashes out, fingers finding your clit and pinching it hard and you let out a scream, soon turning into a sob.

“Yes, yes, only yours, tae, too much.” you hiccup.

He hums his approval, bed shaking beneath you, the headboard hitting the wall with each of his thrusts.

His cock hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, a torture that has your toes curling, breasts bouncing for his eyes.

You moaned, hips automatically pulling away from the pleasure, not understanding whether you want more or it's too much.

“Don’t run, baby…”

Gripping your wrists tighter, pinning you in place.

“Mhhh—you love this, don’t you? Love being stretched to your limits?”

His hips puncturing each of his words inside you and you let out a sob at his words, body arching to meet his, hand gripping wherever you can on his body.

He releases your wrists, gripping your hips instead, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to leave bruises.

He angles you to take him deeper, thrusts growing more forceful and the sound of skin slapping against skin gets louder, his grunts escaping along with your mindless noises.

“I love you,” he signs.

“Shit, I can’t—I hate leaving you like this. I wanna stay here, fucking you, loving you forever...”

His anger can be heard in his words, thrusts turning angry, a glare etching his eyebrows.

“I love you, Tae,”

“always—gahh hahhh—”

He leans down, capturing a nipple in his mouth, teeth grazing it.

The dual sensation—his cock pounding into you, mouth on your breast—too much.

You cannot take it.

“Come for me, darling. Show me how much you love my cock.”

His own voice strained.

His words pushing you over the edge and you shatter, orgasm breaking through you and you scream loudly in between your sobs.

“Tae! mmphhh, nooo.”

Your pussy pulsing and clenching on him and his hips falter.

He doesn’t stop.

Doesn’t give you a moment to recover.

He pulls out and the sudden emptiness has you whimpering, but he's already flipping you onto your stomach, hands rough and urgent.

“On your knees,” he barks.

You obey, body trembling and controlled by him, sensing his anger.

All this will soon be over in a few hours.

You lifted your hips, ass presenting to him, pussy gaping after being stretched, giving him a good view of your insides and your own release dripping out with folds swollen.

Your tight ring just above clenching pathetically, slicked as well.

“Goddamnit!” He growls.

You jump at how unrestrained and possessed he seemed right now, both of you wild and feeling madness overtake.

His hands gripping your cheeks, spreading you open more, taking a good look at your bottom, your both holes.

You let out a trembling whimper, hiding your face in the sheets, overtaken by shame, but your hips still rocking towards him.

Wanting him.

“Such pretty holes for me. You're going to take me so good, mhmm?” he breathes.

He thrusts into you again, the new angle getting him a lot deeper than expected.

“Ahh, Tae, too much—too—”

Your voice cracks, hands fisting the sheets, burying your face in them and biting on a pillow, trying to ground yourself.

Almost tearing the fabric in the process.

His hips slam against your ass, eyes fixed on your bouncing ass and the way his cock plunges in and out of your sopping pussy.

Coated with your arousal.

A sight that will be a permanent thing in his memory for the lonely nights in the military.

He trembles, his own moans leaving as he continues drilling into you, balls slapping against your clit with every thrust, sending jolts of painful pleasure into you.

Your body instinctively moves away, his fingers quickly grabbing a handful of your hair, pulling you to meet his thrusts and the pain along with pleasure has you letting out cries.

Your throat aching from the constant noises.

“Ah, you’re my girl for sure,” he praises.

He reached around, palming your pussy, tapping your clit with his fingers a few times, enough to make you scream.

“Taehyung. Taehyung. Taehyung”

You call out his name repetitively, mindless, only capable of uttering his name.

“I’m gonna, ahhah, come again.”

He grunts, thrusts growing erratic, control leaving him.

“Do it, baby, let me feel you fall apart for me once again”

You scream, vision going white, coming once again, losing count of how many orgasms you've had in a day.

Your body hurt, achy core swollen, body falling limp onto the bed.

He follows you soon, his groan primal, cock pulsing, spilling inside you, filling you up until it hurts.

A pain you welcomed.

“Fuck” he pants.

He collapses onto you, his weight heavy and making you feel secure, breath hot against your neck.

“You’re everything”

Your body still shaking, which he tries to soothe by lovingly caressing your back.

But he’s not done.

The night still there, a need still wanting to be quenched.

He pulls out, the loss making you whimper and he flips you onto your back again, eyes dark.

“I need more,” he growls.

“You know I won’t stop until you say the safe word, love…”

His words final and he spreads your legs, eyes locking onto your pussy, dripping with his release mixed with yours and he groans loudly at the sight.

Your body weak as your toes curled, almost like you're preparing yourself for the long night ahead.

He leans down, not being able to help himself, tongue capturing the little overstimulated bud that has been palpitating needily.

Your body jerking.

“Hnnngg! Tae, please, I can't anymore—”

You sniffed, tears streaming but he didn’t listen, tongue collecting both of your arousals mixed together inside you, humming at the taste, sucking until you let out a broken wail.

Your mouth parting, drool spilling onto the sheets.

Your thighs shaking around his head and he finally decides to give you a break, letting you breathe.

He slowly faces you, lips glistening, kissing you, sucking onto your bottom lip, letting you taste the combination.

“I’m so angry I have to leave you.”

His words were angry as you see his nostrils flare, gripping onto his hair, sucking his tongue needily.

“Come back to me soon, tae… come home.”

Still struggling to speak from your intense orgasms, you could feel your heart breaking, a feeling that was more painful than anything.

Home.

A word that he knew was only associated with you.

Home was where you are.

“always... my precious girl.”

His eyes locking onto yours and the endearment of his words, the connection between the two of you had tears streaming down your eyes, his own tears mixing with yours.

Him not being able to stay strong any further. You cling to each other, never wanting to let go.

Hating the universe for separating you both

۶ৎ

The night continues in a rush of different positions, each one more desperate than the other.

He takes you on your side, one leg hooked over his shoulder, cock hitting deeper than you thought was possible.

You ride his cock, which turned into him fucking you against the headboard, your back pressed against the wood.

Your screams and cries echoing through the night, filling the room along with his occasional groans and ragged breaths.

By dawn, you both were spent.

The room heavy with the scent of sex.

You collapsed together, naked and tangled, bodies no longer able to move, drained of all its energy.

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The morning light hits you through the bedroom window, unforgiving, the reality of what's about to happen sinking in.

The tangled, damp sheets clinging to both of you, the faint red marks on your body and his, from the passion and roughness of last night.

The air still thick with the obscene smell of sweat and sex from what you and Taehyung shared.

Your body ached intensely, each muscle raw and painful from hours of lovemaking.

But it doesn’t compare to the pain in your heart.

A wound that is threatening to break you completely.

You stirred, fighting against the exhaustion, and the first thing you feel was that Taehyung's still inside you.

His cock, now softened but heavy, remains nestled deep inside your pussy, a connection that feels like a lifeline in this moment.

He didn’t want to let you go.

So he stayed inside while you were unconscious in tiredness, asleep.

The sensation was overwhelming—binding you together physically as if that can even stop what's about to happen soon.

Your walls pulse softly around him, still sensitive from the night's intensity, each flutter on your oversensitive core, sending you gasping.

The warmth of him inside you grounding you, reminding you of the way he claimed you.

Just an hour ago.

You’re sprawled across his chest, cheek pressed against his hard muscle, his heartbeat lulling you.

His skin was still slightly slicked with sweat and you look up at him, watching him sleep so peacefully, the sight bringing fresh tears to your eyes.

His lips slightly parted, skin flushed, in that moment he looked so innocent, so peaceful, away from all the worries in the world, just resting, something so rare.

A sight you will lose for long months.

You placed a soft kiss on his chest, just below his nipple, tasting the saltiness of his sweat. The cockwarming felt more than physical—a refusal to let go even in sleep.

Your pussy stretched and full and every breath you took shifts you slightly, causing him to press further into your inner walls.

Your breath hitched, a moan escaping.

It's not arousal, not exactly, your body was too spent for that.

But a deep, aching connection

A need to hold onto him in every possible way.

You felt vulnerable, heart breaking into pieces at the thought of losing this closeness. The sensation of being connected to him felt both comforting and torturous.

You pressed closer to him, fingers curling onto his chest.

As if you can keep him here.

Make him stay.

Taehyung’s arms are wrapped around you, one hand resting possessively on your hip, the other tangling in your hair as if he’s afraid to let go even in sleep.

His chest rising and falling with his breaths, but there’s a tension in his body.

You shift slightly, his cock twitching inside you and you let out a quiet whimper, body too tired to respond fully but you are too aware of him, so you cannot ignore it.

Your movement felt by him and he soon wakes, breath hitching as he realizes that it's morning now.

The thought settling over him like dread.

“Morning, sweet girl,” he murmurs.

His voice raspy and deep from sleep.

You knew he was trying to lighten your mood.

But it wasn’t working, it ached you further hearing his voice.

His lips brushing your forehead, lingering there, feeling his lips tremble, his emotions can be felt just from that simple touch alone.

His cock still inside you and he doesn’t move to pull out as if he were too clinging to the final moment of connection.

“So warm, so perfect around me… god, I don’t want to leave this—leave you.”

His voice almost breaking with his own pain, your chest tightening, throat constricting with unshed tears

You tilt your head to meet his and the sight of his eyes—red rimmed along with exhaustion but still expressing so much love for you just with his eyes alone.

The stubble on his jaw gives him a rugged, almost broken beauty.

“tae” you breathe.

His face was blurry with the tears you cannot hold back anymore, buring your face in his chest, wanting to escape this moment so bad.

But his fingers grip your chin, turning your face to his, gaze intense, demanding the truth.

“I’m—I’m gonna miss you,” you confess, shakily.

His jaw clenched and you can see the flash of anger in his face—anger at the fact that he has to leave you, that you are crying.

He hates being the reason for your tears.

He feels like killing himself if that will stop you from crying, from hurting.

“Fuck this,” he spits out.

“I don’t want to go, baby. I can't—”

He swallows hard, brows furrowing in pain.

“I can't leave you like this, still wrapped around me, so mine... this is killing me.”

His hands tighten on your waist, fingers digging into your skin, with a desperate need to hold onto you.

You’re crying now, silent tears streaming down your face, he cups your face in his hand, thumbs brushing away your tears.

His tenderness making you cry harder.

His warm touch not enough to dull the grief you were facing.

“I’ll wait for you, Tae. I promise, until you return.”

His eyes soften, but the anger still there.

“I’m coming back to you. Nothing, absolutely no fucking thing, will keep me from you… I swear it, hm?”

His hand holding you to him tightly, the movement causing his cock to shift inside you, you shuddering against him.

He lets out a deep, tortured groan, forehead meeting yours.

“You’re my only girl.”

You whimper at his words, his endless love for you and how he makes you feel so important.

So needed.

“I want to stay like this forever,” he murmurs.

You nod, tears falling faster, he captures your lips, desperately, with a mix of sorrow.

His tongue claiming your mouth with a hunger that makes your heart race, you kiss him back with equal fevor, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan.

You feel him twitching inside you.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, hands still cupping your face.

“Promise me you’ll take care of yourself,” he commands.

“Eat properly, don’t skip meals. You know I don’t like it, yeah? and I need you strong and healthy, waiting for me… promise me, come on.”

His voice authoritative in a way that makes a small smile tug at your lips, a hushed chuckle leaving you that makes him smile in return.

Him always fussing over to take care of you in other days made you amused, teasing him, but now it felt too wrong.

Too heartbreaking.

“I promise,” you tremble.

He nods, eyes searching yours, memorizing all your features for one last time.

“And sleep well,” he continues.

Voice almost pleading.

“Don’t stay up all night worrying about me, tiring yourself. If you’re not okay, I won’t be either… so be a good girl for me.”

You lean into his touch, tears soaking his skin.

“I’ll try,” you whimper.

“For you, I’ll try.”

He exhales shakily, pecking your lips.

“I love you.”

“You’re my reason. Don’t ever forget that,” he whispers.

Finally he moves, his cock slipping out of you, with a wet sound, you both gasping at the loss of him so suddenly after being full the entire night.

Leaving you hollow.

Your pussy gapes before clenching around nothing and you let out a whine, the sudden absence almost painful.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he croons, hurt in his voice.

Kissing your nose, he helps you settle against the pillows, hands gentle but trembling.

The room already feeling cold without his arms wrapped around you and you bite your bottom lip trying to hide a wail, pulling the sheets around your naked body.

A shield against the reality of his departure.

Taehyung stands, broad shoulder decorated with red marks from your nails, occurring from your desperation.

His skin still holding your marks.

He moves to the dresser, pulling out the neatly folded military uniform that’s been waiting like a burden all week.

The olive green fabric was a sharp difference from the soft masculine clothes he usually wears and the contrast breaks your heart a little more.

He dresses with a quiet intensity as if getting ready for a war he doesn’t want to fight.

Being forced to do this.

The uniform hugs his muscles tightly and the sight of him in it was both breathtaking and devastating for you.

He looked like a soldier.

Strong and determined.

But the slump of his shoulders and his clenching jaw proved that he was breaking inside.

Shattering.

He catches you watching him, a flash of raw pain etches his features.

“Don’t look at me like that, princess,” he pleads.

“You’re making it harder.”

But he crosses the room in two strides, dropping to his knees beside the bed, hand reaching for yours.

He pressed your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles with so much adoration you cannot breathe, his own hand shaking.

“I need you to be strong for me”

“Eat and sleep well. Do it for me, my love, because I'm coming back… and I need you whole when I do.”

“I will,” you sob, voice barely there.

He stands up, pulling you in his arms, capturing your lips in another kiss, this one softer and gentler, trying to savor you.

His hands cupping your face, thumbs wiping away your tears when his own are spilling.

The saltiness of both your tears being tasted and shared between you.

Last shared kiss.

One last time.

“I’ll write to you,” he says.

Once he pulls back, voice fierce and determined.

“Every chance I get, and when I’m back. I’m never letting you again… you'll be mine forever.”

He stands, grabbing the duffel bag that’s been packed and waiting by the door.

You follow him to the doorway, the sheets wrapped around your bare body, legs unsteady, each step aching your core from all it endured last night.

But it wasn’t enough to stop your cries, or the pain of him leaving you for so long.

He turned to you one last time, eyes burning with love and rage, his jaw ticking at how helpless he felt.

“I love you”

He breathes, rough hand coming up to caress your cheek one last time.

“always”

And then he’s gone.

Just like that.

The door closes behind him with a soft click, and you're left empty, all alone.

You collapsed to the floor, sobs leaving your mouth, freely now, no longer holding back as you poured out all your emotions.

Your pained cries echoing in the room, the empty room taunting you.

His scent still on your skin, his warmth in the sheets.

But it's never enough.

It's not him.

But it will be all you have left to cling to in the long months ahead, his love for you the only anchor.

Until he returns.

Back to your arms, but this time no world to pull you both apart.

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we-rice-boi · 2 days ago

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Warning: !!NSFW, MDNI!!, Pathetic men, you should know my agenda by now.

I saw this post on Twitter about Sylus getting himself off when he sees you use his money, and I just have to write about it. So what if it's midnight and my eyes are burning!? Inspiration burns hotter... and so do this man's britches when he sees a deduction from his bank account. I'll probably be posting this in the morning, BUT ENOUGH STALLING!! LET'S GO!!

Ok, so picture this, Sylus gives you his black card, and you so happen to be in a spending mood, more than usual. You are going all out, bundles of art supplies, limited-time plushies, and rare merchandise (ok, this is purely based on what I want, but you get the picture). The point is that deductions are being made without a care in the world, and usually, you'd be wary of spending so much money, but today was... different. Whether it be that the silver-haired man has finally convinced you that spending his cash was OK, or that you were angry at him for something and thought spending frivolously would "teach him a lesson". The reason didn't matter because his reaction was far beyond your expectations.

See you were under the conception that he'd be indifferent, bored, or even annoyed. Oooh, how wrong you were.

The leader of Onycinous sat on his red cushion throne, and at this time, he should be hard at work, securing deals, making bets, destroying his enemies with nothing but the tip of his finger and such... Instead, the boogeyman of the N109 Zone was writhing in his chair, his clothes disheveled and tight, his silver locks a mess, and his expression a far cry from the smug, nonchalant armor he wore. Rather, all that was left was a whimpering, pathetic man who was currently spending his time watching the rapidly depleting numbers in his bank account in sick, dizzying pleasure. Every deduction sent a shiver down his spine, every hundred spent made his hips buck, and every thousand sent him into a spiral.

He tried to work, he really did, but the thought of you using him like some pay pig did something to him. At first, he thought a peak wouldn't hurt, just to check what your first purchase was. Then that turned into him opening the live feed of his savings account (excuse me, idk much about banking or what rich ppl use) and soon Sylus found himself a mess of desire as he watched the number go down.... down... down.

God, it was enough to make his eyelids flutter and his breath hitch. It was a sick obsession, but he wasn't known for his "good" morals anyway.

Uh i had this in the drafts for while cause I didn't think it was good enough but fuck it. Im here to spread my sub Sylus agenda.

Credit for Dividers: @cafekitsune

#Sub Sylus supremacy #I will get these men pregnant one way or the other #love and deepspace #l&ds #lnds #love and deepspace x reader #lads sylus #lads x reader #lads mc #sub sylus #sub love and deepspace #lads smut #professor boo #professor boo's ramblings

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junipersenvelope · 2 days ago

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Sunday Morning

Alfie Buttle x Reader

Summary: A rainy Sunday Morning in the life of you and Alfie. Inspired by/based on the lyrics of Sunday Morning by Maroon 5.

Warnings: disgusting fluff (aka possible cringe warning), inaccurate AB dialogue??

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: hello ukyt tumblr!! my name is em and im soo excited to be writing for the ukyt scene. i have been watching creators like the sidemen and willne since 2017 (you can find a few posts of me rooting for will to hit 1mil on this account lol) but have never ventured into writing for this fandom. i haven’t written in 3 years so any feedback is absolutely welcomed. my requests are open as well if you enjoy this work! sorry for yapping, onto the one-shot. happy reading!

Sunday morning, rain is falling

Steal some covers, share some skin

Rain pattered against the windows in Alfie’s bedroom, the room seeming darker than usual with the gray skies. A thunderstorm had woken you up in the early hours of the morning, but Alfie slept through it. He could sleep through anything, even his alarms. One morning before a shoot his series of alarms went off around 10 times before you nearly resorted to smacking him with a pillow to get him up.

Eventually, thunder cracked just loud enough for Alfie to stir next to you. You sat up on your elbow, leaning closer to him just to admire his restful face. You quickly decided you were bored waiting up for him so you placed a gentle hand on his cheek, tenderly dragging your thumb back and forth to coax him out of his sleep. This caused his long eyelashes to flutter against his cheeks, trying to fight to stay asleep. His hazel eyes cracked open, meeting yours as a soft smile grew on his tired face.

“Good morning, sunshine,” you whispered, leaning over to place a soft kiss to his other cheek.

“Good morning, love,” Alfie yawned, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand that was still on his face.

Noticing you had shimmied out of the covers in the night, he threw them back over you. In one fell swoop he grabbed your waist and pulled you flush to his side. Your leg rested comfortably over his waist, wanting to be as close to him as possible. His hand came up to your arm, fingers drawing slow circles as his lips came to your forehead.

But things just get so crazy

Living life gets hard to do

“I never wanna leave this bed,” he sighed, feeling content and relaxed with your body intertwined with his.

Since spring had transitioned to summer, Alfie had been so busy with brand trips, podcast shoots, and other videos that he hadn’t had much time to relax. Now that he was finally back at the grotto, he wanted to take full advantage of being able to do nothing, and especially being able to do nothing with you.

“Good thing you’ve got fuck all to do for the next week or so,” you giggled, squeezing your arms around his torso gently.

Your fingers tenderly caressed his soft skin, sending shivers down his spine. Just when he looked like he was about to fall back asleep, his stomach rumbled.

“You hungry, Alf?” You mocked, chuckling at the noise.

“Yeah, I am,” he exhaled with a small laugh. “And we’ve got about 1 egg and a monster in the fridge. Gonna have to ration like it’s war.”

Driving slow on Sunday morning

Eventually the two of you found yourselves out of bed, getting ready to head to the store for breakfast. You walked to the car, reaching for the passenger door handle, before a large hand beat you to it. You turned to look up at Alfie with a pleased grin.

“Feeling romantic today huh?” You teased as he opened the door.

You slid into the passenger seat allowing him to move into the door frame. He placed his hands on either side of your hips on the seat and leaned in close.

“Y’know I know how to treat my lady. Come on,” he winked, before leaning down to press a tender kiss onto your lips.

You shook your head at him before he moved away from your side and around the car to the drivers side, getting in quickly. The rain still poured, though it had lightened significantly from the storm earlier in the morning.

“Put a good tune on, love. Make it a movie y’know,” Alfie said in his classic joking voice, motioning to his phone on the middle console.

You scrolled Spotify before landing on Sunday Morning by Maroon 5. He seemed to like your pick by the way he began to sing along, his voice gradually getting louder as the song progressed. Driving with Alfie never lacked entertainment, as he always put on a grand performance to his playlist, singing his heart out to every tune.

He began to drive out of his small neighborhood, heading into town. His hand migrated into your lap, resting on your thigh. His fingers tapped along to the song gently, comforting you as you further settled into the car seat. Your hands got bored however, so you grabbed the hand holding your thigh and gave it a tight squeeze. Your other hand began to soothingly scratch at his forearm and he squeezed your hand three times.

The drive continued, rain still pelting down. You watched the town go by, including the grocery store.

“Uh Alf? You in there? We just passed the shop,” you inquired, wondering why he blew right past your destination.

“I’ve got something else in mind. Gonna be a great little motive, trust,” he said, looking over to you quickly with a small smile.

Before you knew it, you were pulling into a diner that you had been wanting to try. An appreciative smile pulled at your lips as you turned to look at Alfie, but he had already parked and hopped out to grab your door. He opened it with a grin, holding a hand out for you to grab.

“M’lady,” he joked, helping you out of the car.

As you sat in the quaint restaurant, you noticed the weather began to clear up. It seemed to know that your lazy Sunday was turning into something more. Alfie grabbed your hand over the table, intertwining his fingers with yours as he told you stories from all of the trips he went on.

“Only downfall was how far we were from Monaco, really. Like we weren’t properly in Nice or Monaco which was quite annoying. But other than that it was beautiful. Just wish you could’ve been there.”

He detailed his drunken adventures with Chip and Arthur in Monaco, his podcast experience with Arthur and Bach, and his most recent trip to Germany. He held your hand through each story, brushing his thumb back and forth across your knuckles, playing with your fingers, and squeezing gently during the most exciting parts of each.

Your breakfast eventually wrapped up and you began to head back. You stopped at the store for groceries, happy that you got to stock up on all of Alfie’s favorites, because it meant he would be home with you for a while.

Fingers trace your every outline,

Paint a picture with my hands

When you returned to the grotto, you began to put groceries away. You slotted the eggs in the fridge, snacks in the cupboard, and replenished his monster stash.

Just as you closed the fridge, you felt him walk up behind you. His arms snaked around your waist, and his chest was warm and familiar against your back. You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder, your chin up and eyes closed. You wanted to soak in this moment with him, quiet and close, appreciating the slowness of the day within such a chaotic life. Alfie’s hands ran up your sides and onto your arms, applying a soothing amount of pressure. Once his hands reached your shoulders he delicately turned your body to face him. From there, his hands moved to your cheeks, holding your face like it was an ancient artifact.

“Can’t express enough how happy I am to have you here with me. Genuinely. I don’t think I could do it if everytime I came home you weren’t here to be with me. To understand me,” he confessed, bearing his heart to you in a way he didn’t often do.

And then, before you could respond, he kissed you. Soft, but deliberate, his lips molding perfectly to yours, like you were made exactly for each other. It said everything he had just vocalized, and everything he wanted to but didn’t quite know how. It said that he loved you, he missed you, and he was grateful for how easy time spent with you was. This kiss wasn’t desperate, wasn’t trying to escalate into something heated. It was innocent and happy. It was there to remind him you were real and that he didn’t have to worry about losing you.

And he knew no matter where his career took him—out of town, the country, or continent—he would always find a way to bring himself back home to you.

#alfie buttle x fem reader #alfie buttle x reader #alfie buttle #ukyt x reader #ukyt fanfic #alfie buttle fanfic #ukyt fluff

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andvys · 1 day ago

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The edges of your soul (I haven't seen yet) ⭐︎ chapter fifteen

⭐︎ Every print I left upon the track has led me here

Warnings: hurt/comfort, nightmares, ptsd, mentions of death, heartbreak, jealousy, mentions of sex, fluff at the end

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Moving on has never come easy to you, moving on from him seems impossible, but you have to try, don't you?

Word count: 8.5k+

Author's note: The reactions were mixed in the previous chapter, and I expect the same for this one, and the next one... especially the next one. But I hope you're gonna enjoy it still, and stay patient for a moment longer because trust me, it will be worth it. @hellfire--cult my loveee, thank you for writing with me as always ♡

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The cold air prickles at your skin, wind blowing softly, messing up your braided hair. The snow crunches beneath your boots as you walk down the street, passing by a group of kids who are in the middle of a snowball fight. Two little girls wave at you, greeting you with kind smiles. Their noses and cheeks are red from the cold, but they don’t seem to be bothered by that at all, not even when they get hit by the snow. You wave back at them, smiling.

Footsteps echo behind you, and your name is being called. You turn around, and a smile appears on your face when you see Nancy running towards you. Her hair is open today – a sight you aren’t used to. Her hair is always in a ponytail. It’s bouncing with each step that she takes, and you notice just how much it has grown since you left Hawkins.

“Hey!” Nancy takes a deep breath after finally catching up to you. She puts her hands on her hips. “Where are you going?”

Your eyes scan her face, there is something different about her today. Her blue eyes are shining, her cheeks are rosy, just like her lips. Did she put on make-up?

“Nowhere, just wanted to take a walk,” you shrug and tilt your head to the side as you keep eying her. “You look pretty.”

A smile appears on her face, and her eyes light up.

“Thank you!”

You can’t help but chuckle at the chipper tone in her voice.

“You always do, but you look a different type of pretty today– are you wearing make-up?” You ask, leaning closer.

She grows a little flustered beneath your stare. Her smile pulled into a shy one instead now.

“Just a little lipstick…” She murmurs as she begins walking again, hoping that you will stop with the staring.

As the realization sinks in, you find yourself feeling amused by her sudden shyness. You start walking again too, eying her profile and the way her hair falls beautifully down her back.

“You are also wearing your hair open.” You point out, reaching out to touch it. “It’s gotten so long.” You smile, running your fingers through it.

She hums, glancing at you, smiling.

“Yours too, but you never wear it open,” she raises her eyebrows, glancing at your french braid.

“It’s easier to maintain that way.” You shrug, looking down.

Nancy hums and takes a step closer to you, reaching her hand out. She wraps her fingers around your braid, pulling it out from beneath your jacket.

“Might as well cut it off if you’re gonna keep hiding it.” She jokes.

You gasp at her words, turning your head to face her. A loud giggle falls from her lips when you look at her, bewildered.

“Never! You know how long it took to grow it out?”

“I was just kidding,” she giggles, nudging her shoulder against yours. Her eyes widen when she spots the little bakery on the other side of the road. “Oh, this is the shop Tommy mentioned! He said they have pastries and good coffee!” She says excitedly as she takes hold of your hand and begins to drag you across the street.

You are amused by her excitement, and you can’t help but smile. You have never seen her like this. Smiling so widely, eyes shining with contentment and happiness. She smiles at the young couple who walk out of the shop, hand in hand, and greet you kindly. You notice the big bump under the woman’s thick jacket.

“Aw.” Nancy whispers, eyeing her the same way you do. “I can’t imagine having children at all, let alone in a world like this.” She murmurs softly once the couple is out of earshot. “But it’s nice to see people continuing to live a normal life.”

You nod in agreement. Your eyes are still stuck on the couple walking down the street. Her hand on her belly, his hand on her lower back.

“Yeah… I can’t imagine it either.” You lie.

That’s all you ever wanted too. A family. Even in this world.

“Come on.” She tugs you into the shop. The bell above the door rings loudly. Some pop song is playing. A few people are sitting in the booths, chatting and eating breakfast. The smell of coffee and fresh bread lingers, making your chest ache with nostalgia. This seems so normal, but it isn’t, not anymore, not in this world. You never thought you’d see anything like this ever again.

“Wow.” Nancy whispers as she looks around.

“Yeah.” You nod in agreement. “This is wow.”

You loved going to coffee shops before and often met up with friends to study in cafes rather than libraries. You loved spending your afternoons shopping and grabbing coffee or something sweet afterwards.

“Welcome in, girls.” The guy behind the counter says, waving at you. You notice the amount of tattoos on his right arm, and the ‘Metallica’ on his shirt peeking out from behind his apron. He grins as he looks between you both, “you new here?”

“Yeah!” Nancy smiles as she pulls you along with her towards the counter. “Well, we’re just staying here for a couple of days.” She explains.

He nods, his eyes flashing with realization. “Oh, you were the ones who got attacked a couple of days ago. My brother was there when Aaron found y’all. Is your friend okay?”

“Yeah, he’s doing better now. Still in the wheelchair, but he’s good.”

“Yeah, annoying as ever.” Nancy nods, giggling.

“A good sign of recovery.” The guy chuckles. He lifts his hand to his chest, and you notice all the rings on his fingers. His hair is long, but he has pulled it back into a bun. His style is so similar to Eddie’s. “I’m Clark, by the way.”

Nancy introduces herself and you, holding a bit of more small talk with Clark before he lets you order your breakfast. She continues chatting with him while you wait for your coffee and food.

You pick out a booth in the back, wanting to sit by the window to watch the people outside. You take your jacket off and put it down on the bench. Nancy sits down across from you, smiling. “I’m so excited for some good coffee!”

“Yeah, me too.” You chuckle, amused by this side of her. You like seeing her so carefree, so happy. “I’m excited for this.” You giggle as you grab the little can of milk and pour some into your coffee before adding two spoons of sugar.

Nancy laughs when you lift the mug up to your lips and take a big sip.

“Yeah, this is how coffee is supposed to taste like.”

She nods in agreement as she takes a sip. “Yeah, I don’t need it sweet, but I can’t stand black coffee! I don’t know how Steve can enjoy pure bean water.” She says without thinking, looking down at her food.

Your shoulders tense, and your smile slips a little. You don’t want to think about him right now. You don’t want to think about him at all. All night, you stayed awake and stared at the ceiling, thinking about him.

You still don’t understand where you went wrong. If you were the one who misunderstood, or if you actually saw the signs right, and he just led you on this whole time?

“Taste the waffles!” Nancy gasps with her hand in front of her mouth. “They’re so good!”

The look of enthusiasm on her face makes you chuckle just like it did last night when she took a bite of the steak Aaron cooked.

You put your mug down and reach for the fork and the knife, cutting a bite sized piece. Your mouth waters at the smell. You bring it up to your mouth and take a bite.

Nancy watches your reaction, giggling when your eyes widen.

“That’s so good!” You whisper, staring down at the plate in awe.

You both eat in silence at first, enjoying the food you could only dream of these past couple of months. She starts talking about the previous night, more specifically about the older cowboy she grew infatuated with. She is gushing over him, not even hiding the little crush that bloomed.

“He said that he will take me hunting today.” Nancy says with an excited smile on her face.

You giggle at her blushing face. You were surprised by her obvious advances towards the older man last night. You can only imagine how she will be when she is all alone with him. And you bet that she won’t get rejected, who would?

You are smiling at her, but Nancy can see the sadness in your eyes and how your smile doesn’t reach your eyes. A pang of guilt hits her, knowing the heartbreak you are dealing with while she is showing off her obvious excitement.

Excitement you could be feeling too if you chose a little distraction.

“So… it seems that Aaron likes you.”

You straighten up in your seat, furrowing your eyebrows. “What? No. He is just being polite.”

Nancy furrows her eyebrows too, feeling confused because, are you really this oblivious?

“Oh please, he had you sit at the end of the table so he could look at you! He explicitly said it!”

You scoff at her words and shake your head, disagreeing with her. He did say it. But you are pretty sure that he was only being nice.

“A man like that liking me? Impossible, Nance.” You frown, leaning back against the bench and holding the mug to your chest. You try to laugh it off, to act like it doesn’t hurt you to believe you have no chance with men like him.

Nancy squints her eyes, growing a little annoyed.

“Excuse me, what is that supposed to mean? Someone like you?” She asks, not liking the way you probably belittle yourself in your mind.

“... Childish, immature… inexperienced.” You murmur after a moment of hesitation.

Nancy stares at you for a moment. Her eyes scanning your entire face, tracing all your features and taking you in, to the point of making you blush beneath her gaze. She tilts her head to the side.

“Can I say something?” Nancy murmurs. Your silence being a loud response. “I don’t know where you have gotten the idea that you give off that impression, but I assure you, you don’t.”

You surely won’t tell her who made you feel that way. She is mad enough at him as it is – something that you feel guilty about because you know that she is angry at him for hurting you. And you don’t want to stand in between them just because you couldn’t control your feelings around him.

The look in your eyes is vulnerable, and she can tell that you don’t fully believe her, but she will repeat it over and over until you do.

“Your inexperience doesn’t mean that you are childish or immature. Your positive and happy nature doesn’t either.”

You sigh softly. You haven’t been the most positive or the happiest lately, and you barely recognize yourself nowadays.

“Besides, the inexperience part? You can change that now if you feel like it…” She shrugs, giving you a suggestive look. “Just saying.”

Your cheeks heat up at her words, and you shift uncomfortably in your seat, making her smirk.

“I’m sure Aaron would be of great help… Besides, he is hot, girl – not to mention, a fucking Cowboy. A man. Tall, muscular, handsome… caring? I know you’d be in great hands with him. By the way he looked at you, I know he would love to take you for more than just a horseback ride.” She grins, wiggling her eyebrows.

Your eyes widen, and you can’t help but let a loud laugh fall from your lips.

“Nancy! Oh my god!” You cover your mouth, looking around the shop in hopes that nobody has heard her.

“It’s the truth! You still don’t believe me?” She asks and gets up, walking around the small table, she pushes your jacket out of the way and takes a seat next to you.

You’re eying her in curiosity, watching her with a tilted head.

Nancy reaches behind you and takes out the hair tie from your hair, not giving you a moment to react before she starts undoing your braid. She runs her fingers through your hair and smooths it down, fixing the front pieces. “Watch the way this will be the first thing Aaron will compliment.”

Your cheeks are flushed, heating up more with everything said.

“Doesn’t have to mean anything–”

“Nuh uh!” She interrupts you, holding her finger up before your face. “Don’t. No man will compliment a woman he is not interested in. Trust me.” She gives you a pointed look.

You clear your throat and look away, unable to look into her eyes much longer. You take another sip of your coffee.

She keeps smoothing down your hair, running her fingers through it. Her eyes trace your side profile, eying the flustered expression on your face.

“Sunshine?” She says softly.

It’s not often that she uses the nickname, usually it was just to tease you whenever Steve did something that made you blush – that hasn’t happened in a long time though.

“Yeah?” You ask, turning back to her.

“You’re really beautiful.” She smiles, squeezing your arm.

You are taken aback by her compliment. You are staring at her, blinking.

“And really hot, your ass looks amazing in these jeans, by the way–”

“Nancy Wheeler!” You gasp as your cheeks begin to burn beneath her eyes. You slap her hand away, shaking your head at her.

“It’s gonna look even better when you straddle that horse.” She giggles loudly when you almost choke on your spit. “Giving something great for him to look at?”

“Stop!” You scoff, scrunching your eyes shut as you sink deeper into your seat, covering your face with one hand.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Nancy mumbles, still laughing.

A smile tugs at your lips, even with the embarrassment still etched deeply into your features. You have never seen this side of her, not even when she was drunk. You can tell that she feels comfortable, safe enough to let her guard down and be herself. And despite the pain still in your chest, you can’t help but feel happy to see her like this, to see her having fun.

“So… and what about you, Nance? I didn’t know you liked ‘em that old.” You mumble, trying not to smirk.

Nancy presses her lips together. She crosses her arms over her chest and tilts her chin down as she looks at you.

“I usually don’t, but Tommy? God. I’m done with guys my age, I want an older man.”

“Well, you have a week to crawl into his sheets.” You giggle, wiggling your eyebrows at her.

“And you?” She teases, leaning closer to you. “You could get it every day for a week. I’m sure Aaron would love to teach you some things.” She snickers.

The teasing goes back and forth for a while. Gasps and giggles coming from your booth. And by the time you both leave and go your separate ways, the burning in your cheeks is the worst it’s ever been.

When you approach the stables, Aaron is already there preparing his horse, Athena. You greet the workers taking care of the horses. A smile spreads on your lips as you look around, excitement bubbling up inside of you when you see the horses and the ponies.

Aaron turns around to face you after putting the harness on her. A smile appears on his face, his eyes roam your body before they settle on your face.

“Good morning, Darlin’.” Aaron greets you.

“Good morning.” You smile shyly as you approach him.

His smile widens when he sees the way your eyes light up as you stop in front of Athena, whispering a quiet ‘hi’ to her. You lift your hand up to her slowly, letting her sniff it and get used to your scent first.

Athena’s fur is black, shiny beneath the sun. A white spot between her eyes, almost in the shape of a heart.

“A natural, I see.” Aaron says softly, smiling. “Most just start petting the horses, startling them that way.”

“Gotta earn her trust first,” you whisper, glancing at him.

He hums, nodding as he takes a step forward and closer to you.

“You’re wearing your hair open today.”

Oh.

Your cheeks heat up once again. A shy smile tugs at your lips as your stomach makes a flip. Nancy was right.

“Beautiful.” Aaron murmurs.

You’re not sure if he means you or your hair, either way, you are blushing and feeling flustered beneath his gaze. And you know that he knows just how you are feeling, because there is a satisfied look in his eyes and a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Thank you,” you whisper and force your eyes away from him as you start petting Athena softly.

“You’re welcome, Darlin’. You ready to go?”

You nod, swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. “She won’t throw me off, right?”

Aaron chuckles at you, shaking his head. “No, she won’t. She wouldn’t let you touch her if she didn’t like you.”

“Okay.” You nod, still staring at her. “She’s a beauty.”

Aaron nods, humming at your words as he stares at you. “She is.”

You look at him through your lashes, hating the way your cheeks burn without a stop today. Something in the way he looks at you tells you that he isn’t talking about Athena. Something else tells you that it’s impossible that he could mean you.

You clear your throat and pull your hand away from her. You look up at the horse saddle, taking a step closer to her and to him. You glance down at her stirrup. Pulling your hair back, you tuck it behind your ears and clear your throat again, “so… how do I–” Your words get caught in your throat and a gasp nearly falls from your lips when you feel his hands on your hips, gripping you strongly as he lifts you up and places you on the horse as though you weigh nothing.

At this point, you feel like you’re burning up with a fever from how hot your skin feels, on your face and under your clothes. You can’t even feel the cold wind anymore. You grab the horn and wrap your fingers around it tightly.

Aaron chuckles at your reaction, unable to hide the smirk that creeps up on his face now, he enjoys your blushing face.

“You good?” Aaron asks, making sure you are sitting comfortably.

“Mhmm.” You nod, not trusting your voice right now.

“Alright, you ready then?”

You nod again, smiling in excitement as you look down, scooting forward a little to make more space.

Aaron grabs the reins, handing them to you with a grin, “hold them for a sec.”

You wrap your fingers around it, holding it tightly.

“Yes, sir.” You say, making him chuckle.

Aaron adjusts the rifle slung over his back before he steps closer and gets on behind you. He reaches for the reins. His fingers brush against yours as he takes them from you. His hands settle on your hips.

“That okay?” He asks, murmuring into your ear.

“Yeah.” You nod, and you are feeling relieved that he can’t see you right now. You have been flustered before, but now? Now it’s so much worse. To feel someone so close to you again, to feel someone touching you, let alone someone like him, makes your stomach flip. Nancy is right, he is hot, very handsome too. But he isn’t Steve, he will never be, no one will ever be like him.

It almost feels a little wrong to feel flustered over another man’s touch. To feel your body heat up and your stomach flutter when he presses his fingers deeper into your hips, rubbing circles with his thumb.

But is it wrong? Is it wrong when he rejected you? When he made it clear that there was nothing between you? Is it wrong to indulge in this?

Your emotions are troubled, and there is a mix of thoughts running through your mind like crazy. You want to take Nancy’s advice, you want to shut off for a moment and have fun. You want to experience things that you have wanted for god knows how long. And now, if she is right, you do have the opportunity, it’s basically handed to you on a silver platter. All you have to do is just grab it.

It doesn’t have to mean anything. You will be leaving in a week. No hard feelings.

But you don’t know if your feelings will play along. If your heart will allow you that when it’s still with another man.

“You feeling okay, Darlin’?” Aaron asks, pulling you out of your deep thoughts.

You blink a few times as you come back from your mind. Only now noticing that you are riding through the town already, slow and steady, into the direction of the gates.

You nod, grabbing the horn tightly.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“You’re awfully quiet.” He points out.

“Just enjoying the ride, sir.”

Aaron chuckles, squeezing your hip as he leans a little closer.

“You didn’t forget my name, did you?” He murmurs, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. His scent invades you, the same cologne from the night before. It makes your stomach flip yet again.

You have to take a deep breath to steady your racing heart.

“Of course not, Aaron.” You murmur, holding back a nervous chuckle. “Just thought you’d like a cute name too, since you keep calling me Darlin’. Now I can’t help but wonder if you have forgotten my name.” You tease him.

Aaron laughs softly behind you. He squeezes your hip once again. He speaks your name almost in a whisper.

“Like I’d forget your name, pretty girl.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and your heart skips a beat.

“You might wanna hold on tighter now, Darlin’.” He murmurs into your ear as he reaches for your hands and brings them back to the horn.

You look down at his big hands, and how yours nearly disappear behind his. You gulp, nodding.

“Ready?” Aaron asks again as you both ride past the now open gates. There is nothing but a wide field ahead of you, nothing but the huge forest and the mountains to see. Nothing but freedom, miles and miles waiting for you to explore.

“Ready.”

The little girl in you who always dreamed of this moment nearly squeals in excitement when Aaron nudges his boots into Athena’s sides and she takes off, riding into the open field.

The cold wind kisses your skin, but you embrace it, feeling freer than ever. For a moment, you can forget. For a moment, you can just enjoy. For a moment, he doesn’t haunt you, and your heart doesn’t ache.

For a moment, you are free.

If only you saw him standing there, watching, eyes filled with sadness and pain – ones that quickly flash with anger when he has to watch another man grab your waist, holding you against his body.

Aaron shows you a field at the end of your day exploring. An hour ride away from the community. It’s wide and closer to the mountains, covered in pine trees. There's a stream nearby, the sound of the water flowing giving the scenery an even more peaceful feel to it.

Aaron brought a blanket to sit on and a thermos filled with coffee. You didn’t even notice he had a backpack until you got down from the horse. He made a little fire to keep you both warm.

Your knees are pulled to your chest, mug resting atop of them as you sip on the sweet coffee – he even brought sugar sticks. He is very attentive, you have noticed that in the short period of time you have spent with him.

“Can I ask you something?” Aaron asks after a few minutes of silence between you.

“Of course.” You turn to face him, giving him a curious smile when you see him eying you.

“Why were you crying yesterday?”

His blue eyes are kind, and there is a genuine curiosity flickering in them.

“When you came to the radio station, your eyes were red.”

“Oh.” You murmur, feeling a little embarrassed now. You like to think that you are good at hiding things like that. “Um, it was nothing… it’s… it’s fucking dumb.” You mumble, wrapping your hands around the mug tightly.

Aaron shakes his head at your words, frowning. “If you’re crying, it’s really not.”

It is though. It is dumb to cry over someone who never wanted you in the first place, right?

It’s dumb and it’s immature.

And a man will think the same about you, won’t he?

“Seriously, it’s… I was dumb. So that’s…” You mumble, unable to find the right words. You look into the fire, as though to find the answer there.

“You missing someone?” Aaron asks, tilting his head as he eyes your features.

A sad smile forms on your face, and you nod.

“Yeah, but it’s not why I cried.” You explain, glancing back at him. You are trying to see signs of judgment, but there aren’t, not at all.

“I know we only met a few days ago, but sometimes there is nothing better than to vent to a stranger.” He shrugs, offering you an opportunity. He keeps looking at you, an adoring smile tugging at his lips.

You bite on your lip in consideration, knowing he is right.

You talked to Eddie and Nancy, though not about everything. He was their friend first, and you didn’t want them to see him in a bad light.

You take a deep breath and take a look around the pretty scenery before your eyes find his again.

“I thought I read some signs right… and it turned out that I didn’t.” You mumble softly, opening the gate of emotions that will come through again with this conversation.

Aaron nods immediately, understanding your words right away.

“The nice hair guy? Steve?”

Your eyes widen, and your heart skips in your chest.

How did he know?

“I–”

“Trust me, just had a little hunch.”

A sigh falls from your lips, and you nod, not being able to hide this any longer. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to go into full depth of the story, but he knows already. Have you really been this obvious around him? You wonder, not realizing that it’s quite the opposite, that it’s Steve who is the obvious one.

Thinking back to the day in the shed fills you with just as much pain as it did back then when he pushed you away. When he burst your little bubble and broke your heart.

It all boils up inside of you again, rising to your chest and to your eyes. You don’t want to cry, not wanting to seem weak or immature over not getting what you wanted, so you cast your eyes back to the fire. You know there is no use in hiding. Aaron is eying you closely, and he seems to be very good at reading you.

“He outright rejected me.” You admit, feeling embarrassed.

“He’s a fucking idiot.”

You can’t help but snap your head back towards him, facing him again. Your eyes widen in surprise.

“W-Why?”

Aaron shakes his head softly, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Why would he reject someone like you?”

It’s written all over your face that you are taken aback by his question. Aaron can see that so clearly, especially when your cheeks flush.

“I– I think he is seeing me as a best friend… the best friend he lost.” You whisper, and you can’t hide the sadness in your eyes now.

“Again, an idiot for not seeing you as a woman.”

“A… woman?” You clear your throat in embarrassment – knowing that you are making a fool of yourself now. It’s just surprising to hear someone see you that way when you’ve been called nothing but immature, even by the guy who knew how insecure you felt about it all.

Aaron chuckles softly, noticing just how flustered you are.

“Yeah, like I see you.” Aaron speaks softly, his eyes roaming your face. “A beautiful and strong woman. I’ve seen the way you fought on the field that day and how you took care of Steve after, how you didn’t even hesitate to help Eddie.”

You are surprised that he had noticed the state Steve was in – the frozen and panicked state that kept him from reacting the way he normally would have.

“I have an idea of the things you have endured out there, especially when you were out there by yourself. To see that you haven’t lost yourself, to see you still smiling and hopeful even after being beaten down… that’s very admirable, Darlin’.”

Your lips part in surprise. Your chest is rising up and down slowly, and your soft eyes stare at him, almost confused.

“I’ve seen so many men giving up inside the community. I’ve seen so many lost souls. You? You aren’t one, far from it actually. I know we’ve only met, but you’re one amazing woman, and I don’t know what this man’s deal is, but if I were him? You would not be out here with me, right now.” He chuckles as he rubs the side of his neck.

Your breath is caught in your throat. Your eyes are still wide and filled with surprise.

So, Nancy was right, for real. She was.

“Aaron… I–”

Aaron holds his hand up, shaking his head with a smile, “I know, I know… But now you know that you have a chance with me, Sugar.”

Your stomach flutters once again, and your cheeks heat up too. You tilt your head to the side, pursing your lips as you stare in curiosity, not quite following.

He doesn’t mean dating, no, of course not. For that, you aren’t here for long enough, and besides, there is Steve.

“A chance for what…?” You blurt out, feeling a little stupid when his eyebrows shoot up and he chuckles softly. His eyes flashing with much more adoration now than before.

“Oh, I see…” Aaron murmurs, smiling softly when he realizes your innocence. “Physically. So, if you want to experience something, cause that boy is not gonna do anything, I’m right here.”

Your mind and your body, your whole being, are screaming at you. And you can already imagine Nancy’s and Eddie’s reaction to this – if you tell them. You hate the way your stomach burns in excitement and the way you flush all over as he stares at you.

“I-I–”

“Just putting it out there, no need to get nervous. I ain’t gonna do anything unless you make the first move.” Aaron smiles, interrupting you.

Isn’t that all you ever wanted?

Aaron’s affections are clear now. You don’t need to second guess him or his interests. The handsome cowboy clearly wants you, and he is all you ever imagined your perfect man to be like, and yet, all you can think about is the grumpy brunette.

You can’t help but curse him out in your mind. Because, why did he let you fall for him when he never wanted you like that? Because he had to know that some of his actions weren’t strictly platonic, right? An experienced guy like him, a former ladies’ man at that, had to know that he was giving mixed signals, right?

“We should head back now, it’s gonna get dark soon.” Aaron says, looking up at the sky.

“It’s that late already?” You ask in surprise.

Aaron chuckles, drinking his last sip of coffee before he gets up. Looking over at Athena, who is resting under a tree.

“Yeah, but don’t be scared, we’ll be back before night falls.”

“I’m not scared.” You mumble as you get up and grab the blanket.

Aaron knows that, he couldn’t help but tease you though. He chuckles, nudging your shoulder.

“I know,” he smiles, he lifts his hand and taps your nose. “Brave girl, like I’ve said before.”

You shake your head, unable to stop yourself from grinning though. He reaches out and grabs your hand, “c’mon, Darlin’.”

You bite your lip as you look down. Your skin is heating up under his touch. It feels foreign to hold someone else’s hand when you have grown so fond of his touch, when all you want is to hold his hand again, not as a friend but as something more, something that won’t be.

You know there isn’t a chance, and you know that you are far from moving on from him, from even trying to. You might never will. No one has ever touched your heart, your soul, the way he did. No one ever will.

But you also might never get another chance at experiencing things that you have craved for so long. And in this life, no second should be wasted. Death could be waiting around the corner for you at literally any second.

So you might as well try. Baby steps.

You wrap your hand around his and take a step closer. You look up at him with a shy smile, one that makes his own bigger. He squeezes your hand and leads you back to his horse.

The ride back to the community is over too quickly for your liking. And once Athena is back in the stables, Aaron walks you back to your cabin. He holds your hand again, and you let him, finding a sense of comfort in his touch.

The town looks beautiful at night. Lights hang above it, illuminating the street in golden hues. Laughter echoes from the bar at the end of the street as someone walks out. Aaron squeezes your hand, his lips curling upwards when he sees the smile on your face. It stays, lingering until your cabin comes into view.

The lights are on in the living room and the kitchen. You feel the tension slipping back in, knowing that you will have to face him now. You haven’t seen him all day, you left the house before he left his room.

Aaron walks you to the door, stopping in front of it. He turns to face you, not letting go of your hand just yet.

“Did you have fun today?”

You nod, your smile widening.

“I did. I loved it, Athena is amazing.”

Aaron chuckles, nodding as he rubs the top of your hand with his thumb, “she is.”

You hear Nancy’s laughter coming from inside, along with Eddie’s singing voice. A look of amusement flashes in Aaron's features, and he squeezes your hand once more.

“You should go inside, they’re probably waiting for you.”

Yeah. Nancy, Eddie, and… Steve. Steve, who keeps staring at you like he did nothing wrong.

“Yeah.” You nod, looking up at him. A shaky breath falls from your lips when you notice the way he looks at you again. You aren’t used to this. Steve looked at you like that too, but it never had the same meaning.

“Thank you, Aaron.” You whisper.

He smiles, tipping his hat at you.

“My pleasure, Darlin’.”

You can’t help but giggle, especially when he lifts your hand up and leans down to place a kiss on your knuckles.

“Have a good night.” Aaron murmurs, winking at you before he lets go of you and takes a step back.

You press your lips together, trying not to smile. “You too, sir.” You murmur before you turn away and open the door, glancing at him one more time before you step inside. You close the door behind you and lock it.

You hear music coming from the kitchen, Nancy’s and Eddie’s chattering too. You wonder if he is there with them. You can’t avoid him, you know you can’t, but you really don’t want to sit across from him, and be forced to look at him.

You take your jacket off and put it on the hanger, along with your scarf. You kick your shoes off and step further into the hallway, embracing the warmth. You peek inside the living room, and the fireplace is lit, but the room is empty.

“Sunshine?” Eddie calls, having heard your arrival.

You walk into the kitchen, and before your eyes can meet the ones of Eddie or Nancy, they lock with his instead. Steve is sitting at the table, shoulders slumped and a tired look on his face. You tense up a little, heart stopping in your chest when you see the way his eyes light up when he sees you in the doorway. He straightens his back, staring at you like you’ve saved his day or something.

You wish you didn’t see the look on his face. You wish you didn’t because it only fills you up with hope again.

“How was the ride, Sunshine?” Eddie asks, pulling your attention towards him.

Steve’s hazel eyes run up and down your body, scanning your face.

Unbeknownst to you, the man was going crazy all day. He had never spent a single day without you since you stepped into his life, and he never intended on spending one without you in it ever again. This felt like torture, not having you around, not seeing you, not hearing your voice, made him restless and anxious.

You break the eye contact and look at Eddie, who is grinning at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

Nancy is holding a wine glass up to her lips, smiling smugly at you behind it.

“It was good, Athena was very sweet—“

“Oh, I didn’t mean that horse.”

Nancy chokes on her wine a little, laughing loudly once recovered.

Your eyes widen, and your cheeks burn hotly at Eddie’s question. You stare at him, bewildered, lips parted in shock.

Steve stares at his best friend in horror. His tired eyes now flashing with anger and a raging jealousy.

“You’re a pervert!” You scoff and roll your eyes, making him chuckle even harder.

You turn around and flip him off as you walk away.

“Where are you going?” He yells.

“I need a shower.” You grumble, making your way into your room to grab some clean clothes. You turn on the lights and walk to the small dresser. There aren’t many clothes, but enough for your stay here.

“Yeah, I bet you do after—“

Eddie’s voice is muffled, and the slap against what you assume is his shoulder is too, but still loud enough for you to hear. You know it was Steve.

“Dude!”

The chair scratches against the floorboards. Footsteps echo down the hallway seconds after.

You shake your head, huffing. You expect to hear a door slamming, but it never happens. Instead, you feel yourself tensing up when you feel his presence looming in your doorway. You can feel his eyes on you, you can feel him staring, and it makes you nervous. Goosebumps rise on your skin, and your stomach flutters.

“Sunshine?”

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath as you feel the pang in your chest. How can your heart flutter yet ache so strongly at the same time? How can his voice alone fill you with life yet drain you of it?

Steve is rubbing his wrist, eying you slowly. He’s inwardly begging for you to turn around, to look at him.

“Yeah…?” You clutch the clothes tightly to your chest and shut the drawer again. You take another deep breath before you turn around to face him.

Steve doesn’t really know what to say, what to ask – would it be stupid to ask you about your day? Does he even want to know about your day? Does he want to know how you felt spending time with another man? A man who is clearly interested in you and not afraid to show it.

Steve’s eyes are vulnerable and soft. He stares at you intensely and in a way that fills you with hope yet again. And you hate it. You hate it so much. You hate that a part of you keeps clinging to it.

There is too much distance between you both for his liking. A distance he knows he could close if only he just told you. He craves it so bad. His heart longs for you. His heart longs for him to be honest. He aches to feel you in his arms again.

He could have it.

Steve opens his mouth, noticing the look in your eyes right away.

He could have you.

But is he really ready to take another risk?

Steve’s shoulders slump, and he closes his eyes for a moment.

He isn’t.

He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes again, looking into yours. His heart pains in his chest from having to see you look at him like that. With no trace of a smile, with no happiness in your eyes. Nothing but flecks of indifference.

At this point he doesn’t know what is worse.

Taking a risk or having you look at him like this for the rest of your life?

He ponders for a moment, playing out the possibilities in his head.

It’s better to have you hating him than the other possibility.

“There is… There is still some stew on the stove… I’ll warm it up for you while you take a shower.” He mumbles before he turns around and walks away again, leaving you standing in the middle of the room with a confused frown on your face.

You don’t understand him. You really don’t.

Steve plagues your thoughts like nothing else does. He leaves you with no peace. And every time, he has to make it worse by being like this. He doesn’t leave you alone, not even in your mind.

His face, his voice, and his touch follow you everywhere. Haunting you, promising you to doom you for the rest of your life.

Even as you toss and turn later that night, lying beneath your cold sheets. All you can think about is him and how much you miss falling asleep in his arms. How much you miss the feeling of safety. You can’t sleep without him. Every night, you wake up in cold sweat, plagued by nightmares of one of the worst days in your life. A nightly reminder of what you have done. A nightly reminder of what almost happened if you didn’t stop them.

Exhaustion hits you suddenly, and your eyes begin to close, sleep beginning to pull you in, when something drags you back out violently. Your heart lurches to your throat. Cold shudders run down your spine, and a mix of worry and fear grips at you.

Screams.

His screams.

You don’t hesitate to throw the covers off yourself. Your feet hit the cold ground as you run for the door, ripping it open.

“Steve–” Eddie’s hushed voice sounds through the hallway as you make your way to Steve’s room, noticing that the door is wide open.

“I’m fine.” You hear him mumbling. Though you notice the tremble in his voice, and you don’t have to see him to know that his whole body is shaking. When you step through the open door, your heart breaks a little more.

Steve is sitting on his bed with his head in his hands – hands that are shaking. He is sniffling as Eddie sits beside him, with a hand on his shoulder, as he tries to calm him down.

You freeze in the doorway. Your whole body is aching at the sight of him. You know that he must’ve been woken up by nightmares again – nightmares that woke up all of you tonight.

“You’re not fine, Steve. This keeps happening–”

Steve shakes his head, interrupting Eddie with a huff. He looks up, revealing his red eyes and the tears running down his cheeks still. He hasn’t noticed you yet.

“What’s going on?” Nancy mumbles tiredly as she comes out of her room and stops beside you.

Eddie looks up at her, and Steve’s eyes follow, though his settle on you instead. Something inside of you aches so very deeply when you notice the way his hazel eyes flash with relief at the sight of you.

“I-I’m fine…” He mumbles, never breaking his stare. “I’ll just stay up…” He whispers, achefully.

“You have to try to sleep. Aaron already gave you pills and you gotta sleep it away–”

“No, I will be fine.” He mumbles without looking away from you. His eyes are stuck on you.

You can see the damage. The damage that is causing you both with this distance between you. The dark circles under his eyes mirror your own. The sad yet angry look on his face resembles yours.

Eddie shakes his head, and so does Nancy.

“No, Steve. When’s the last time you slept properly?” She asks, walking into the room with her arms crossed. “You almost chopped a finger off cutting meat.”

Your eyebrows furrow, eyes growing wide at Nancy’s words. Your heart aches in worry.

Part of the reason for your hopefulness was the comfort he had found in your arms. He felt safe with you, safe enough to sleep through the night without being forced away by awful nightmares.

You took that comfort away from him just like he took your hope away.

You are both slowly dying without each other. Your hearts are slowing down. Your skin is rotting.

“Maybe I just need to take another pill–”

You frown at his words, staring at him with nothing but disapproval on your face. Eddie shakes his head, denying the request.

“No, the doc said just one–”

You breathe in deeply and dig your nails into your palms. Not seeing another way for him out of this, for you both out of this.

“Eddie, Nance… leave.”

The room falls silent.

Steve stares at you in shock. His hazel eyes big and hopeful now – the way yours usually are.

The two of them turn to face you, staring at you. Eddie raises his eyebrows at you, as though to ask ‘are you sure?’

Your shoulders slump, and you sigh as you look between them. “Just… leave us alone.”

Nancy nods, giving you a sympathetic smile before she steps closer to Eddie. She offers her hand to him, helping him up.

Eddie looks back at Steve one more time, nodding at him. He gets up, trying not to step too strongly onto his injured leg. You step into the room, letting them pass through the doorway.

Eddie’s eyes are sad, and the smile on his face is too, as he passes by you. He squeezes your hand and whispers ‘good night’.

“Good night…” You whisper and close the door once they are out of the room. You take a few deep breaths before you turn around. You avoid his eyes as you make your way over to him.

Without needing to be told, he instantly scoots aside, making space for you… eagerly. Steve looks up at you, and his heart is pounding in his chest. It’s beating in anticipation. His hands are already itching to touch you, to feel your skin, to hold you again.

You sit down and pull the covers over yourself. You are instantly hit by his comforting scent, the one that you have missed so much on your own pillowcase.

You shut the lights off, but the moonlight still seeps through the blinds, allowing you to see him still, even in the darkness.

“Sunshine–”

You sink into the mattress, lying your head on his pillow. You try to ignore the pounding in your chest, the nervousness in your belly.

“Don’t.” You murmur softly, shaking your head as you look at him. “Don’t talk… We don’t need to talk.”

Steve gulps, but he nods at you. He bites his tongue, not wanting to ruin this for himself. He feels relief, such strong relief flooding through him to feel your presence, to smell your scent, to hear you breathing, especially after the things he had seen in his nightmare. – How he couldn’t save you. How he couldn’t protect you. How you screamed his name when you were taken from him, ripped apart, and bleeding out while all he could do was watch.

“Steve…” You whisper, pulling him out of his thoughts.

He blinks a few times, now staring at your open arms. His heart skips a beat. The feeling of pure comfort awaiting him. He wastes no other second before he scoots closer to you. He glances at your worried face and at the heartbreak still evident in your eyes.

He feels the same. You don’t know it, you might not ever will, but he feels the same.

Steve’s heart fills with warmth – his whole body does once he lays his head on your chest and wraps his arms around you, slipping one beneath your back, wrapping it around you snugly. He melts into you so easily. The space for worry is becoming limited. The tension in him slips away completely, especially once you embrace him too, wrapping your arms around him.

“Thank you.” Steve whispers, inhaling your scent.

You squeeze him and cup the back of his head, slipping your fingers through it.

“Sleep, Steve… please sleep.” You whisper as sudden tears burn in your eyes. It feels good, and yet it hurts so bad to hold him like this when you know he doesn’t feel the same. His body might find comfort in you, but his heart isn’t with you, not the way yours is with his.

And yet it’s at this moment that you realize that you would do anything for him.

Even if it will kill you.

“This is real… right?” He whispers almost brokenly.

You don’t know what he saw in his nightmares, but it must have been cruel, horrifying.

“Yeah, it’s real.”

Steve nods before he sinks deeper into you. The tiredness hitting him out of nowhere, sleep beginning to lull him in.

“Thank you, Sunshine.” He slurs before his eyes fall shut, and he is out suddenly. Now sleeping in your arms like he never woke from nightmares in the first place.

You look down at him and lift your hand to wipe away the tear that rolled down his cheek.

“Anything for you…” You whisper, watching him for a moment longer before you close your eyes too, embracing sleep just like him.

And for the first time since the night at the mansion, you both sleep through the night, never straying away from one another. You sleep through the night and the morning, peacefully. Moving positions but never away from each other.

He dreams, and you do too. No nightmares. No pain. No heartache.

For one night, you are in peace, the both of you.

You wake up in his arms.

When the sun is high and the morning has passed.

But when he wakes up, you are gone.

Only your scent on his pillow and the tousled up bedsheets are the evidence of your presence – along with the exhaustion that left his body.

You were there.

You were there with him.

And now you are gone again, reminding him of the emptiness your space leaves behind.

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RUSTIC SOURDOUGH with SALAMI and MUSTARD with a side of HUSHPUPPIES

(only if you feel like it, delete this if it stresses you out lol)

Had to See My Girl

older!eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k+

summary: Sandwich Shop Request from reformedkingsmanagement | You stop by the shop to drop off lunch for Eddie. You decide you just might have to do something about the pretty little thing that’s definitely flirting with him over her civic.

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut, PinV, Unprotected sex, Semi-Public (they’re in the office at the shop during a lunch break), Age gap

notes: I always get so nervous writing Eddie, but I’ve realized my older Eddie can be however I want him to be. So y’all get a guy who loves his girl so much he’ll rearrange her guts anytime she wants him to lmao. This story falls in my Older Mechanic!Eddie AU! Thank you so much to @punkrockmlchael and @robinbuckleywife for reading this over for me! And to @peachyproserpina for editing!

The sun’s burning down on the auto shop. The rays bouncing off the pavement in shimmering waves, making everything smell like hot metal, burning asphalt, and way too much gasoline. You spot Eddie the second you pull into the lot— he’s leaned under the hood of some girl’s blue Honda Civic. One of his hands braced on the frame of the car, the other is lost in the tangle of belts and grime below. His hair’s tied back with the red bandana you used to keep tied to your purse handle, sweat dripping down his neck, and his coveralls are shrugged down around his waist. His tank top soaked through and clinging to the ink that spreads across his chest.

She’s leaning too, all legs and fucking lip gloss. She’s laughing way too hard at something he didn’t really say. You clock the way her eyes sweep over his shoulders, the slow curve of her smile as she twirls the straw in her drink. She’s flirting with your boyfriend, like it’s a job she gets paid well for.

Eddie doesn’t look uncomfortable per se, but you know him. You know that smile he’s got on as he nods along— that polite, tight-lipped, please don’t make me be mean to you smile. You know the way his shoulders tense when he’s stuck trying to be nice. He doesn’t see you until you’re already halfway across the lot, a brown paper bag in hand, the breeze tugging at your shirt. The second his eyes land on you, something shifts within him. He stands, spine straightening up, and his hand drops from the car. He gives you a look— half-relief, half something that gets your heart jumping right behind your ribs. “Hey,” he says softly, brushing his hands off on one of the shop towels. “You didn’t say you were coming in today.”

“I didn’t,” you reply, holding up the bag. “Brought you lunch.”

“She’s so sweet,” the girl pipes in, her voice all soft and dripping in artificial sugar. “Is this your assistant or something?”

You turn to smile at her, eyes sharp and unbothered. “Nope. I’m his girl. Can I steal you for a second, baby?”

Eddie doesn’t hesitate when you ask. He just jerks his chin toward the garage office and drops the rag on the nearest tool bench. Then he follows you inside, with heavy steps and a flushed neck. The door clicks shut behind you both, and the second it does, you spin on your heel and grab a fistful of his shirt.

Your mouth hits his hard. It’s greedy. It’s hot, and you aren’t talking about the temperature. You taste the sweat that’s been collecting on him, the motor oil he’s been around all day, and the faint remnants of that shitty corner store gum he chews because he’s finally trying to quit smoking. His hands slide up your sides, smudges of grease staining your skin. Oil from his coveralls now clinging to your skirt. His fingers slip under your top like he’s been starved for the feeling of your skin.

You reach behind him blindly where he was pressed up against the office door and twist the lock, and that’s all he needs. He groans low, rumbling his chest, and then he shoves you back onto the desk. His tools rattling off somewhere behind you, his body slotting between your legs like he fucking belongs there— because he does.

“Fuck,” he mutters against your skin, his mouth dragging down your neck. His teeth scrape your throat just enough to make you gasp. “You really had to come in lookin’ like that while she’s out there makin’ heart eyes at me?”

“She was making eyes at you like she wanted a discount,” you breathe softly, tugging the bandana off his head and threading your fingers into his sweaty hair. “I just want your cock.”

That earns you a growl you’ve never heard him make before, and he grabs your hips hard enough to bruise. He’s dragging you closer to the edge of the desk until your thighs are spread wide, his hands palming them, and your ass is just barely balanced there. You can already feel how fucking hard he is through those stupid coveralls, he’s straining against the zipper. “She was talkin’ about my eyes,” he mumbles as he kisses your throat, the corner of your mouth, your collarbone, anywhere he can press his lips. “Told me I didn’t look forty-six. Think I’m gonna tell her it’s because I’ve got a hot girl and get laid on my lunch breaks.”

You grin, reaching between your bodies. You fiddle with where the arms of the coveralls are tied around his waist until you get the knot free, and then you tug his zipper down. He’s already hard and heavy when you wrap your hand around him. “Better make it a quick one then, boss. Wouldn’t want her little Civic to explode.”

He swears under his breath the second your skin makes contact with his, even gives a shallow thrust of his hips as he pulls your underwear to the side. His fingers sliding through the wet heat of your cunt like he’s been dreaming about it all morning. His eyes flick up to yours and the look he gives you is pure fucking adoration, all dark brown eyes and flushed pink cheeks, his teeth sunk into the corner of his mouth like he’s trying not to lose it. But he can’t keep his composure when you’re sitting there on his desk looking like this. So he does lose it. And he makes sure you’re going right down with him.

You don’t say anything else— you don’t need to. The second his fingers slide through the slick heat between your thighs, his mouth parts. A hungry little sound escaped him, and it sent a thrill straight down your spine. It starts the same every time, Eddie, towering over you. His eyes exploring every inch of your body, like the sight of you laid out in front of him wrecks him before he even gets inside of you. Like he’s not the one who holds any of the power in the room, but the one completely fucking owned.

“Fuck, baby,” he sighs out softly, his voice low and rough. “So wet for me already?”

“For you,” you confirm, your fingers slide up from his cock to grip the front of his tank top. And then you drag him down to kiss you again. “Always for you.”

He moans loudly into your mouth, dragging two of his fingers through your folds again, slow and lazy, like he wants to savor every slick sound it makes. Then he draws back just enough to watch your face as he slides one of those thick fingers inside of you, curling up until your hips jolt off the desk. “Christ,” he hums, leaning in to kiss your jaw, your neck, the space behind your ear. “You’re squeezing already, baby, and I’m not even in there yet. Could live in this fucking pussy.”

You don’t get a chance to bite back the sound that leaves your mouth. You don’t even try to stop it. Your hand had already left where it had gripped his tank top and has already slid back down around him. You’re stroking him slow, his cock hot and heavy in your grip. His hips twitch forward into your palm, thrusting slowly like he needs something to work him up. He moans again— broken and deep. It’s a sound that shoots straight to your cunt.

“Need you inside me, Eddie,” you whisper to him, your voice desperate now. “I want you to fuck me right here. Don’t really care if she hears us.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he groans, his head drops forward onto your shoulder as he slides his fingers out of you. Then he grips your thighs, jerking you forward so your hips are hanging off the edge of the desk so fast your breath catches. “You keep saying things like that, puppet, I’m gonna fuckin’ die right here in this office.”

You let him shove your skirt up and drag your panties down with confident hands. He’s tossing them somewhere behind him without really looking, without really caring. He wraps one hand around himself, and jerks once, twice, before he’s lining up and pushing the blunt head of his cock against your waiting cunt. The stretch that follows is perfect. He’s thick and slow, sinking into you inch by inch while your hands scramble for purchase on his sweat slick shoulders. His lips parted slightly, head cocked in a tilt as he watches you take him. His chest is heaving, every muscle in his arms going tight as he squeezes your thigh.

“Fuck me,” he grits out between his teeth, his jaw clenched. “You feel so good, baby. Always so fucking tight— like your pussy knows it’s mine.”

You nod in response. You can’t form words, let alone the right ones. You can only cry out when he finally bottoms out with a rough grunt and pauses there, deep and throbbing inside you. His noses along your jaw, pressing kisses against your skin, the sweat sticking between your bodies before he finally stops, his lips brushing the corner of yours.

“You okay?” he asks softly, panting just a bit.

“Move,” you whisper, but it sounds more like a plea. “Please, Eddie— move.”

If there’s one thing he’s learned in his forty-six years, is to fucking listen to his girl. So he does. He grabs your hips and fucks into you hard enough to shake the desk beneath you. A particularly punctuated thrust of his hips sends a wrench off the desk and onto the floor with a loud clang. Your legs wrap around him tight, your heels digging into the backs of his thighs as he pounds into you. Each thrust pulling that little band in your belly more taut. His teeth are clenched, his breath ragged. Desperate sounds are swirling around you both— his name, your moans, the wet slap of skin on skin as he fucks you like he doesn’t have a client standing twenty feet away. He’s relentless as he rocks his hips into you, his head resting against your shoulder for a moment before he’s pulling back to watch his hand snakes between your bodies. His fingers clamping down and circling your clit in messy, tight circles that have you coming apart fast. Too fucking fast. The pressure building low in your belly has your brain dizzy. “C’mon, baby,” he moans out, leaning forward until his mouth is at your throat. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock. You know how much I love it when you squeeze me like that— fuck— there it is, that’s it—”

What finally does it alongside his words, is Eddie slipping a finger inside of you, right along his cock. That taut band deep within you snapping back against everything. It sends a flash of white hot pleasure through you as your eyes close, your back arches off the desk, and your fingers bury in his hair. Your orgasm tears through you like lightning. Your whole body tenses, shakes, your mouth hangs open in a silent cry as the heat rushes down your spine and pulses around him, squeezing him, within what feels like, an inch of his fucking life.

“Jesus fucking Christ, baby,” he moans, he’s chasing his own orgasm now— he’s desperate in his ministrations, letting you ride out your own through each roll of his hips. Then that pressure in his own belly peaks and he’s burying himself deep, stopping only when he’s at the hilt. Then he’s spilling inside of you, his hips stutter, his hands gripping so tight he knows he’s bruising your thighs as he empties himself with a few broken thrusts. His head falls back, facing the ceiling “F-fuck, fuck— yeah— take it, baby— juuuust like that.”

The air between you grows hot and heavy. It’s sticky with sweat and smells of sex. He leans over you again, panting against your mouth as he presses soft, dizzy kisses to your lips. He’s sweet, his hands not as tight on you as they once were, now they’re roaming— rubbing the ache out of your body as you both try to breathe again.

“Next time,” he chuckles softly, his kisses trailing along your jaw until he stops at your ear, “I’m gonna fuck you in front of the window over there. Just so she knows.”

You laugh, breathlessly and bring a hand up to cup his cheek, guiding him in for another kiss. One that’s slow and soft and filled with so much love your heart could burst. “Next time,” you whisper, “I’ll let you.”

You’re still a little shaky when he pulls out of you, his hands even gentler now than they were before. He tugs your skirt back down in place over your hips and kisses the inside of your thigh. His eyes flick up to you in a silent apology. Like he’s grateful. You’re not sure which one it is, but it makes your chest ache in that stupid soft way he always manages to drag out of you, even after absolutely wrecking you on top of a cluttered auto shop desk when he’s not even off the clock.

Eddie wipes you off with one of the old shop rags from the shelf— muttering something under his breath that sounds a whole lot like, “this is probably not OSHA-approved, but I’m a man of convenience”— and then leans in to kiss the crease of your smile before his hands are wrapping around yours and he helps you off the desk. His fingers linger at your waist when you find your footing, like he doesn’t actually want to let you go. He only drops them when you swat at his chest playfully and tell him, “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna climb back up there and be late for literally everything else I have to do today.”

He snorts, glancing down as he zips himself back into his coveralls. “Really wouldn’t be the worst thing, no?”

You find your panties just under one of the chairs across from the desk— crumpled and inside-out— and shoot him a look as you step into them again. “Your aim’s getting better, Ed. Didn’t hit the light switch this time.”

“Practice makes perfect, sweetheart.”

Once you’ve smoothed your hair down and tucked your shirt back into your skirt, you hand him the brown paper bag you had originally came with— his lunch, now mostly forgotten— and he takes it with a sheepish, but satisfied grin. You both look thoroughly fucked-out and still completely in love. It’s a dangerous combination. You kiss him again anyway.

The kiss feels so quick— but truly it’s so soft and a little slow. His thumb brushes under your jaw like he hates not being able to keep you longer. “You staying over tonight?” he asks softly, his lips brushing against yours.

“If you promise to feed me.”

“Baby, I just did.”

You shove him in the chest, laughing as he opens the office door. The sharp scent of oil and asphalt hits you immediately, reminding you of just how hot summer in Hawkins can get. Your heels click on the concrete floor as you step out behind him. You fortunately look more composed than you feel.

Eddie walks back toward the Civic like he didn’t just rearrange your entire insides, and the girl is still standing there. As soon as she sees him, she’s twirling her straw again, her eyes shaded behind big round sunglasses. She looks up when she hears his voice and gives him a bright smile— that is, until she sees you.

You can’t help it. You smile at her, wide and unbothered. You turn slightly and blow him a kiss as you pass the garage bay, heading for your car. You don’t look at her again, not directly— but you catch the shift in her face out of the corner of your eye. The tight little squint of suspicion as she looks over you as you pass. The way her mouth pulls down at the corners, like she’s trying to piece something together and doesn’t like the answer she’s winding up at.

And Eddie? Eddie doesn’t even flinch. He just grins and leans back under the hood of her car and says, real casual, “Sorry about that. Had to see my girl.”

You slide into your car with a grin that doesn’t leave your face the whole way home.

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