#y'all have no idea what kind of spit-take i did when i saw that

[eddiernunson]

Really Drives Me Mad | EX-bfs dad!Eddie Munson x Reader | 18+

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Big big thank you to @forget-you-morelike-fuck-you for editing for me I appreciate it, bestie

Another big thank you to @bebe07011 for spitting ideas and giving feedback.

Warnings: Degradation/praise, eating out, public sex, daddy kink, and several scenes where smut is mentioned but not described. There is about 1k of words just from Dylan's perspective but its worth it trust me.

Eddie is a bit of a sugar daddy in this part, but its ok cause we all want him to spoil us anyway.

Author's note: Some of y'all are gonna make me cry with how kind you are with your words for this fic. I cannot believe how much this story has truly taken over my life. People have expressed sharing it with friends and I just cannot get over that. Thank you.

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Your hands held a home-made cocktail on ice while The Princess Diaries played on the tv, a soft blanket covered your crossed legs as you sat with both Sky and Bethany in your living room, scattered along your couch.

Bethany often snuck a joint or two while she visited, the window staying open to minimize a smell with a 20-dollar fan in front of it to promote air circulation. It was nice to have a girls’ night, to order bags of chips and candy over SkiptheDishes, wear face masks, do your makeup for the hell of it, and just let loose.

Bethany made her way over about a movie and a half ago, and she was now explaining a stupid mishap from her office administrative position that quite literally pulled the company to a halt for 45 minutes. “I swear, you could not pay me enough to put up with those drivers.” She claims, taking an inhale from the joint in her two painted fingers.

Sky makes a sudden movement in her seat, reaching to the remote next to her to pause the movie. “Holy shit. Did I tell you I saw Eddie?” Her question is directed across you to Bethany, and you’re left wondering why the hell your boyfriend is the new topic of discussion.

“Wait, what?” Bethany asks, wide green eyes moving back and forth between you and Sky. “When and where?”

“Our date?” You interject her, a little weirded out by the turn this conversation has taken. “When Eddie picked me up, she was here.”

“Oh, I see.” She hums to herself. “Well, since she won’t show us a photo, please tell me what the man who’s old enough to be her father looks like.”

You roll your eyes at this, a cheeky thought occurring to you. “Well Dylan might be great; but he is a sequel. Ain’t nothing compared to the original.”

Sky nods, agreeing. “Eddie is… very good looking.” You shoot her a warning look, for some reason, her just alluding to his good looks makes you feel territorial. “Show her a picture if you don’t want to hear it, damn! Just telling the truth…”

“It’s not that I won’t show you guys,” you explain, unlocking your phone. “It’s that he doesn’t use social media, so he has no good photos of himself.” On the internet, at least.

“What, no throw back photos from Dylan’s insta?” Sky asks, mostly joking.

You go to Dylan’s insta, and you can’t view it. Fuck, you forgot. He blocked you. Even though he seems to be on better terms with you, simple reminders like being blocked from his social media or him refusing to tell any details about his life remind you he’s still nursing a healing wound. “Still blocked.” You look up, and their faces tell you they’re not letting up on it. “Fine. I’ll go to Eddie’s Facebook.”

Eddie added you as a friend the day after your date, adorably waiting as you went on your phone to accept it. The moment you did he went onto your profile and dove into your photos. His eyes were comically wide as he scrolled through them, and after the first few swipes he lifted his head to you. “You just put these on here? Fuck.” The photos weren’t even particularly bad, just you in a bikini on the beach or in a summer dress, he’s just that obsessed with you. You asked him if he minded and he shook his head comically, his dimples so prominent from his wide smile, he looked manic. “Oh, I never said to stop, sweetheart.”

Your thumb slides into Eddie’s profile, and while you were afraid of the calls from a judgemental relative about the relationship with him the word single on his relationship status still hits you hard in the chest. You move to his photos, past the useless profile picture that was his company logo of Munson’s Garage and swipe through the regular posts, past Dylan’s graduation from college, from high school, a picture of a nice car, an old one of his ex with Dylan, (barf), until you finally got through to a throwback, one posted in 2011.

It was taken in the 90s, so a picture of a picture of him sitting at an old kitchen table arm in arm with another dude. One of his feet was up on the table, and he was clutching a beer, lifting it to the camera. His friend was talking to someone off camera, distracted for the moment, his slightly freckled face in a scowl. His friend had brown hair down to his neck styled specifically in a swoop, and they seemed about the same age.

His friend was quite attractive, but younger Eddie made you fucking drool. God, he was so gorgeous. He wore a leather jacket under a denim vest, ripped blue jeans over his big black boots. Fuck. You almost didn’t want to share this photo.

You go to the next photo, and a giggle leaves your mouth as you see him posing with a friend, tongues out and devil horns on their heads as smiles peek through. The background is a stage at an Iron Maiden concert, and they both look ecstatic. It’s a different friend in this one with curly hair, but it looked like he had posted from the Iron Maiden concert. A few more scrolls told you that the throwback photo would be the best option.

“Ok.” You finally say, and both girls have been waiting so long at this point they’ve started scrolling on their own phones. “Guys. You wanna see it or not?”

You hand your phone to Bethany, indicating he was the one on the right. The possessiveness that hits you when you see her reaction, her wide eyes and jaw literally dropping, stunted you. “Holy shit. This is him from how long ago?”

“In the late 90s, I guess.” You tell her.

She hands the phone to Sky, who was asking for it repeatedly as soon as Bethany let out her reaction. “Oh, yeah. He was a cutie. Honestly, he’s hotter now.” Your teeth grit, and you take a deep breath in to calm yourself.

“How?” Bethany asks, gesturing to your phone.

“Ok. Enough. He’s very good looking. But he’s fucking taken.” You bark out, holding your hand out for the phone.

They both stop talking, your sudden anger very uncharacteristic of you. Usually when you find someone particularly good looking, you’d show them off, agreeing with your two friends when they would praise their good looks. This wasn’t anything like those times. Hearing their praises just makes you want to sink your teeth into Eddie’s neck and mark your territory the next time you see him.

“Woah, girl.” Sky says, laughing lightly to diffuse the tension. “Never seen that side of you before.”

“Well, I didn’t even know she existed until a waitress looked at Eddie on our date and I wanted to throttle her,” You admit, grabbing the nearly empty cocktail and taking a sip. “I just…I don’t know why I’m so territorial over him, but God, the thought of him with someone else makes me sick to my stomach.”

Bethany holds her hands up in surrender, “Alright, we won’t compliment him anymore. But you did good, girl. You did mighty good.”

-

As per usual, the girls'-day-in resulted in the three of you falling asleep in the living room, blankets and pillows scattered across the three of you. The sun cascading through a window by the couch wakes you up, disgruntled, as you pat around for your phone. The screen greets you harshly, your notifications indicating you have three messages from Eddie, two from a manager at work, and the several random ones, which you clear out, not caring about Instagram stories for the moment. Eddie texted to say he was going into work for a few hours. The next two messages indicated if you were there when he got home, he wouldn’t be against it.

Basically, he just told you to please be there when he got home. Fuck, the feeling of him reaching out first was enough to send a wide smile to your face, staring stupidly at your phone. You message him back, letting him know you’ll be there.

The messages from your manager were one from two hours ago, asking if you’d be able to come in for 10 o’clock– Which was thirty-five minutes ago– and the second asked if you were able to come in at all. You quirk your eyebrow, glad your read receipts are off for her, because you’re planning now to text at 3 o'clock to let her know that, oops, you just saw this. No, you’re not going in on your day off, you’ll be spending it with your ridiculously hot boyfriend.

You leap from your couch, running into your room to pack another overnight bag. You’re out the door before the others even stir.

As you pull into Eddie’s driveway, you notice Dylan’s truck there, but Eddie’s is still gone. You wonder when he’ll be back, because although Dylan is civil towards you, interactions with him are still stunted. You open the front door, grateful Dylan tended to leave it unlocked. You drop your overnight bag and pillow off at the staircase, its usual spot, before you trot off to the living room where Dylan sits watching tv.

As you plop down next to him on the other side of the couch, Dylan looks to you, startled by the movement, but his eyes roll in exasperation when he realizes that it’s you. “Hi.” You sing-song to him, knowing you’re annoying him, but having fun with it anyways.

“Hey.” He deadpans, watching the tv instead of looking over to you.

“Oh, wow you’re almost caught up.” You say, indicating to a show that you had recommended he watched a while back.

“Turned out to be a good show.” He comments, sounding annoyed.

“Well, how about that?” You retort, and Dylan rolls his eyes before a small smile lands on his face.

Progress.

Less than an hour later, the front door closes, indicating Eddie’s homecoming. He walks in, and as you pay attention to a particularly good episode in this series, you hear a big stretch come from him. “Hi, Ed!” You call out, finally turning towards him.

Fuck. Holy shit.

A few grease stains paint Eddie’s hands and chin, and he’s wearing a pair of blue coveralls from work with a patch on his chest of his name. The grease monkey suit shows off his muscles beautifully, both sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His hair is tied back into a messy bun, and you’re sure he forgot about the reading glasses on his head. Oh god, he is mouth watering.

A throw pillow hits your face, completely startling you. You whip your head around, glaring at  the culprit. “Little drool.” Dylan mouths, pointing to his chin.

“Oh, little drool?” You mock, getting up to hit him with the pillow hard. He chuckles, fighting you off.

You push his shoulder off, shuffling into the kitchen. You turn to see Eddie moving around the kitchen, making himself a quick sandwich. “Hi baby!” You greet him, reaching out for him.

“Oh, hi baby.” He says, following up with an air kiss. He breaks into laughter at your scowl. “Sorry, you don’t want this grease on you. It smells terrible and it’s not fun to wash off.”

“But there’s no grease on your lips.” You point out, staring at those pretty pink lips of his.

“Baby, I cannot kiss you without touching you and there is grease all over my hands.” He chuckles, holding them out.

You want to point out that he’s getting things dirty with grease in the kitchen, including his sandwich, by his own logic, but you have a feeling you won’t get away with it very easily. “Fine. Come see me when you’ve had a shower then.” You tell him, attempting to waddle back to the living room.

“Ah, ah.” Eddie tuts, grabbing your hand. “Come with me, after I shower, I need time with you in my bed.”

“In your bed? Or, in your bed?” You ask, your eyebrows furrowing suggestively at the second option.

“If you didn’t know the answer by now, clearly I haven’t done my job right.” He says in a lowly, his eyes darkening in an instant.

Eddie turns around to the sandwich he made as if he hadn’t said a word, grabbing it quickly before tugging on your hand to take you up the stairs.

He hops into the shower, you scroll through your phone on his bed as you wait, somewhat impatiently, your panties already uncomfortable from his stroll into the house in his work uniform.

Fuck, he was hot. You thought about him. His muscles, the slight glisten of sweat, and your phone was tossed aside before you even realized your hands were roaming over your body. You close your eyes, the image of him busy at work on his back on one of those…rolly things in your head. His forearms flexing, the look of concentration on his face.

Your hands itch for your center and you can barely hold back anymore, thankful you opted for a pair of stretchy shorts. Your fingers graze your center easily, rolling around in small circles as you picture the easy access his coveralls would give you, showing up with a dress and no panties and just riding him in his office. Fuck, maybe you wouldn’t even make it there. Goddamn, the images were too hot, your panties finding their way around your ankles as you grind up against your own fingers.

“Fuck.”

Your eyes fling open to see your boyfriend in his towel. You were so wrapped up you didn’t even notice the water from his shower turn off. He’s staring, open mouthed and eyes dark, and Jesus… This was a fantasy of yours from the beginning. You continue, staring half lidded back at him, hand grabbing up at his bed frame when it started to feel so fucking good.

Eddie’s towel drops when his brain catches up, jumping into his bed to lay next to you. “Couldn’t even wait, huh?” He asks, and you let out a whimper as he lightly kisses your neck. “Just couldn’t fucking wait.”

“You were so hot—” you gasp out, moving faster on yourself now. “—in that goddamn uniform. Wanna…wanna ride you in it.”

The very indication that you were playing with yourself because you found him that hot in his uniform is too much for Eddie to process. He nearly moans, leaning for another kiss on your neck. His hands are itching to help you, itching to take off the rest of those clothes that hide your gorgeous body, but he holds back, needing to know more about it. “What—what were you thinkin’ ‘bout, baby?”

“You, in the uniform…” you tell him, your hips starting to move when your want grows. Why isn’t he helping?

“C’mon, baby. I wanna touch you but I just gotta know.” Eddie tells you, his voice gruff.

A gulp moves through your throat before opening your mouth to tell him. “Your dick out of the uniform, and me with no panties and a dress at your shop, riding you anywhere…your office, the rolly thing, god, just you in that uniform…Ed…”

Goddammit, was that an idea Eddie certainly had before. He has wanted to show you around his workplace, but also christen it with you, and he had had the exact idea with his uniform and you in a dress, to boot. “Fuck, my horny, eager little slut, hey?” Eddie asks, watching your closed eyes as you continue to work yourself.

“Please…please touch me?” You ask him, the torture of his voice there but not actually helping you is too much. “Want…want you.”

“Hmm. Horny little slut didn’t wait for me…I dunno if she even deserves my help.” He bluffs, wanting nothing more than to reach out and feel the slick of your wet pussy.

You nearly cry out in protest, not calling him on his bluff. “I’m sorry, couldn’t help myself…you’re just so…fuck…you’re so fucking hot, Ed.”

He leans in to kiss you and you accept it gratefully, a smile against his lips. As his lips move against yours, deepening the kiss to easily work his tongue against yours, his hands land on yours against your pussy delicately, gently pulling your fingers to the side. He slides a digit in and you whimper into his mouth, your hips thrusting up. “Oh, so fucking desperate.” You nod your head, agreeing with him. You’re desperate for more. Even with Eddie on your mind, your fingers never even compared to his.

He leans into your neck, the scent of his aftershave and body wash strong but oh-so-goddamn good. He slides your shirt up your torso smoothly with his free hand and pulls it from your neck fiercely. You feel his hand somewhat desperately go around your back to unhook your bra, and as it falls casually over the edge onto the floor, he moans at the sight of your exposed tit, your nipple just begging to be touched.

He leans in to mouth the bud, and you whimper at the sensation. He pauses, breathing heavily and open mouthed onto it. You gasp, his hot breath sending waves down your body. “Fuck, so pretty.” Eddie mutters to himself, dark eyes watching your face as you get closer.

A desperate hand of yours tugs him up to your face, desperate for more of his wet and hypnotizing kisses. “Fuck me.” You gasp, suddenly feeling that his fingers weren’t enough. “Need…need your cock. Please.”

Eddie’s mouth opens at the prospect of you simply begging for him, and you can feel a shift in his energy as he starts to kiss you deeper and hungrier. “When you beg so sweetly, how could I possibly say no?” He hums, his hand framing your face.

He finishes yanking the last of your pants off your ankles. As he settles himself in between your legs, he can’t help himself. He leans down, taking one long lick along your folds, for just a taste. You whimper in response, knees springing up to your chest. Eddie chuckles, crawling up slowly until his chest lines up with yours, the tingle of him against you too much to handle. Slowly, he moves into you, and as he stretches you open, your eyes roll back and your toes curl. Eddie watches the utter bliss that takes over your face.

“Oh that beautiful face you make, sweetheart.” He grunts, smoothing his hands over your forehead. His words make you pulse around him. “This fucking tight little pussy wrapped around—” he stops, grunting as you continue to pulse around him. One hand moves down to your hip, caressing it softly he uses the leverage to buck into you.

A hushed swear comes out of you, the simple pleasure from his cock alone sending you into euphoria. Eddie continues slowly, enjoying every inch of your heat around him. “Your pussy…god how did I live without it?”

You clutch onto him, staring up into his darkened brown eyes. You open your mouth to respond in kind, but the particularly harsh rut into you leaves your mouth gasping open and your eyes fluttering shut in pure heaven. “Oh, that’s it.” He mutters, hips moving faster. “That’s my cock-drunk little whore.”

Your nails scratch down his back, and he moans in response. “Eddie, your cock. There’s…I…please.”

“I-I know, baby. I know.”

He collapses onto your chest, and you feel his cock twitch into you as your orgasm takes over your body. His hand carefully sweeps your sweaty forehead as he watches you recover, your eyes losing their haze as you return to earth. “Hi.” He mutters, leaning in to kiss you softly.

“Hi.” You smile. For once, he does take his dick out of you right away, despite your protests. However, you can’t protest any further when he comes back and wraps his arms around you with his chest pressed against your back, his still steadying breaths lulling you into a quiet nap.

Somehow, you know that his arms are always going to be the best place in the world.

-

About an hour later, you’re snuggled against his side, legs intertwined as Eddie watches his show and you work on a crossword puzzle. “What’s a six-letter word for angry?” You ask him, stumped for a good minute.

“Uh…grumpy? Heated? Hmm…raging?”

“Raging! Fuck, I couldn’t get that one. Thanks, baby.” You tell him, receiving a kiss on the head as a response. “Why’d you go in for work, Ed?”

“Other than making my baby horny?” He jokes, muttering it into your hair. “Well, one of my best-known clients called and my men know that when he calls, they need to call me in, because his car is just—” he cuts himself off, holding out the OK sign. He continues talking about the mechanics/politics of handling a car like this in his job. The caliber, the horsepower, the specialized engine, and everything else.

It’s not like you know a whole lot about cars. Most of what he is saying comes out as gibberish. But you listen to him, watching as he gets more and more animated, his hands gesturing wildly as he excitedly explains his morning. You watch him, a soft smile creeping up your face as he describes…what, you weren’t even sure, to you.

He stops as he notices the peculiar look on your face, your eyes glazed over. “What?” he asks, wondering if you caught even a word of his story.

“I love you.” It comes out before you even realize. But it’s true.

With your whole chest, you love him.

Eddie inhales sharply, and he looks at you like you had placed each star in the sky just for him. Because you did. “I-I’ve been wanting to say that to you since I first saw you.”

His words feel both impossible and like they make the most sense in the entire world. Because since day one, you have been captivated by him in every sense imaginable. Taking the time to get to know, see and love every inch of him before recognizing that yes, this is love.

This all occurs to you within a second, because Eddie’s hand is framing your face and you feel his lips on yours, deep and caring to a point that takes your goddamn breath away. Your tongue collides with his, and his fingers are so gentle as they cradle your face it barely feels like he’s holding it. He tastes so good, like the air you breathe is suddenly useless, and all you need to do is breathe him. His fingers intertwine in your hair, he gasps as his forehead collides with your own, clinging onto you for dear life.

“Will you say it?” You ask, realizing he still hasn’t.

“I fucking love you.” He says in a low, soft voice. He uses a hand to force you back and you open your eyes to look into his beautiful brown ones. “I love you.”

Your chest inflates rapidly, like all the emotion just bursts into it. A giggle escapes your lips, the smile on your face seeming to be permanently etched there. He tugs you into the tightest hug, and you feel his heart beat rapidly against your own as your arms fling themselves around his torso, burying your head in his neck.

God, it’s like you fit perfectly there.

He slouches down, ignoring the book you dropped and the forgotten tv show, and lays you down, chest to chest, his arms wrapped around you as you curl into his chest. He nestles his nose into your hair, breathing you in, feeling the breath, the life in you as you breathe in sync with him.

Any sense of time, responsibilities, or the outside world become muted and pale in comparison.

It’s just you and him.  

-

The sizzling sounds of bacon for dinner mixed with Eddie’s humming to some oldies fill the kitchen. Every time he turns around from the stove to grab something, he shoots you a smile that captivates his face, something that you wholeheartedly return each time. The acknowledgement that this is love somehow didn’t feel like it had tied you to anything or that any new expectations were put on either one of you. You simply want his company and he, yours.

You scroll through your phone absentmindedly, though the sight of his hips in his low sitting sweatpants are much more enticing than anything your phone’s algorithms have to show you. Playfully, Eddie keeps dancing a little too hard to the music, head banging and swinging his hips to even the softest of Dad Rock.

God, it’s Heaven. As Eddie serves up a few plates, Dylan comes down dressed in one of his better date night outfits.

“Ooh, hot date?” You ask him, leaning forward onto the kitchen island.

Dylan’s brows furrow, stopping mid stride. “Yeah. Not talking to you about that. You’re still my ex. And you’re still seeing my dad. Weirdo.”

Eddie sends a glare his way, eyes darkening in a split second. Dylan rolls his eyes, sneaking around him to grab a bite of bacon. Ignoring it, Eddie places a plate in front of you with eggs, bacon and toast, and you thank him as he leans in for a kiss.

“Love you.” Eddie mutters, and you smile into his lips and feel him do the same.

“L-love?” Dylan spits out, his voice exasperated. He shakes his head, still chewing on the bacon. “Fuck right off.”

“Dyl.” Eddie starts, leaning forward as he takes a bite from his toast. He has a devious smile on his face, chewing on his idea. “Quiet. The adults are talking.”

If you had expected something out of pocket, it certainly wasn’t that.

The brown eyes Dylan shares with his father widen in pure exasperation. “What?? Dad, I’m six months older than her!”

You barely keep in the laughter that bubbles out of your chest. Eddie grins at you and lets out his own chuckle. “That’ll teach you to be an ass, huh?”

Dylan doesn’t respond, just grits his teeth and yanks one more piece of bacon before leaving through the front door.

-

Dylan Munson got dealt a dirty fucking hand from whoever the fuck is in charge of this shit.

It was only a mere nine weeks ago when you made your way across the mixer to say hi to him that he thought things were going his way. The more he saw you, the more he thought that this had to be leading to something. It made sense to him, but as he had started mentioning long term plans or anything of the like, he could feel you clam up. Every time he mentioned something requiring commitment, your shoulders tensed up, your face winced by only a smidge, but when it became a regular occurrence, Dylan realized you might not have been ready as you thought you were.

He was willing to accept it. So, he took matters into his own hands. Honestly, he would’ve been fine paying the daily fee for parking, but he knew his dad was there, and he was excited to introduce you to him. Boy, what a shit show that turned out to be.

As he woke up to an empty bed, he had expected you to be downstairs. Instead, he was faced with a bowl of cereal without the milk, and he couldn’t tell how long it had been there. He searched the whole house. Your bag, clothes, and shoes were still there, so he knew you couldn’t have gone far. Turns out, he was right. You didn’t. You went two doors down from his own.

The sight of you and his fucking dad in the white sheets was already too much to bear, and then the stab of betrayal from his own father hurt more the initial shock of yours, tugging angry tears from his eyes as he ran to his room. The torture of hearing your whimpers, a sound he knew well, while downstairs trying to cheer himself up was fucking brutal.

When you finally left, his dad came home with a terribly apologetic look on his face as he walked through the front door. Dylan refused to hear a damn word out of his mouth, dismissing all his claims of ‘holding back as long as he could’ and ‘I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone before.’ Shit just hurt.

A day later, Dylan couldn’t hold it in anymore. He screamed at the top of his lungs, the anger finally kicking in. His dad did yell back, but mostly at the choice words aimed at you. It hurt for a moment, as it felt like he cared more about someone he had met last week, his (now ex) girlfriend.

When you and his dad showed no signs of slowing or stopping any time soon, he realized this would become a new normal. Didn’t mean he liked it.

He came home after a relatively long day at work to you and his dad sitting and watching a movie comfortably. His knee jerk reaction was to swear angrily, but the look on your face stuck with him. You had never relaxed with him. You were always looking around corners or there was some part in your body unable to lean into him completely.

As you apologized awkwardly on his bed, his hurt finally felt acknowledged by you, and fuck, he needed to hear that he didn’t do anything wrong. He genuinely started to wonder if he did.

Most of his nights he spent going out, his friends asking where the hot new girlfriend he was bragging about now was. He just said you cheated on him and it was over and they called you a bitch and moved on.

Yes, even Ethan. (The one friend you actually liked)

He drowned his sorrows in alcohol, always making his way back to the house where his ex was expected to be at any given time. God, it was so shit.

After your apology, though, he had to admit, you looked good together. It seemed like his dad’s smile just hadn’t left his face for days, and goddamn, was it annoying to admit that you were good for him. That remaining anger seemed to itch at him, unable to forgive or forget, a buried hatchet with an X to mark the spot.

Ethan eventually brought his girlfriend to boys’ night out, which was met with disgruntled groans from the collective group. Ethan’s girlfriend invited a friend who would be joining, and Dylan fought hard not to roll his eyes.

An hour into the night, a drink, and a few good dances in, Ethan’s girlfriend brought her in, and Dylan stopped dead in his tracks. Okay, no one said she would be fucking gorgeous.

If Dylan thought you were out of his league, then Maya wasn’t even playing the same game. His heart pounded out of his chest, and he knew he had to grab this girl a drink and get her number, now. As he pulled into an easy conversation with her, the hairs stood on his arms as it felt electric just being near her.

Maya met his enthusiasm, agreeing to a date within the first hour of conversation with him. One of his buddies mentioned Dylan had been cheated on by his most recent girlfriend, and Maya was floored. If any girl was lucky enough to have him, how could they even think of cheating?

As Dylan rode home in the backseat of his friend’s truck, drunk on her undivided attention and, well, plain ol’ drunk, something his dad had said came to mind. “I can’t explain it, I just had to know her. In every sense of the word.”

He felt the same way about Maya. Everything about her drew him in. Her smell, the way her jeans hugged her hips, the shine of her red hair. God, she was fucking beautiful.

As he smelled bacon on the way down the stairs, he decided to grab a piece on his way out to his first date with Maya, jitters galore. You asking him about the date was kind, but still too weird for him to gush about the gorgeous girl from the bar he met when that ‘gorgeous girl’ was once you.

Love you, his dad said. The word struck him, it occurred to him he doesn’t truly understand how much you and his father cared for one another. The L word didn’t come easily to Munson men, after all. Dylan walked to his car, disgruntled as the interaction rolled over in his mind.

What a mess he would be bringing her home to, if he ever got lucky enough.

-

Since you worked the next day, you had to go home for the night. The lingering kisses at Eddie’s door were too much to bear.

Too much for Eddie, too. You get a text about twenty minutes after you get home, Need you.

You grit your teeth, you need him, too. Working four days in a row sounds manageable, at least it usually does. Without Eddie to come home to or to wake up with, it’s nearly torture. You ignore Skylar’s comment of codependency. Fuck co-dependency, it isn’t that you depend on him too much, you just need him too much. You need to come home to him, to sit and watch tv with him… It’s the domestic bliss you miss.

Somehow, just reading a book at the end of the night without his even breaths has you on edge. You shoot him a text letting him know you’d be there soon.

As you walk through the doorway of Eddie’s house, he welcomes you and you hop into his arms, inhaling his shampoo as soon as you get close enough to, his familiar scent bringing you an indescribable feeling of safety.  “Need you to stop leaving for so long.” He mutters, feeling nearly crazy for missing you so much while you were gone.

You hum in response, staring into his pretty eyes as they stare down at you lovingly, resting your chin on his chest.

“Move in with me.” It’s impulsive.

You blink, unable to register what he just said. “Uh, what?”

He chuckles, hoping the stunned look on your face is a good thing. “It’s stupid for you to keep moving back and forth between here and your apartment all the time. Move in with me.”

It’s a tempting offer. Could you do it? Realistically, could you bring your things in, set up your skin care routine in his bathroom, have a horde of snacks at your disposal, bring Bethany over for sleepovers…is it possible? He watches as you think it through, and his heart skips a beat as he watches it falter. “I-I can’t. Not yet, at least.”

His head tilts curiously, eyebrows furrowed. “Hmm?”

“I’m still tied to my lease for another three months.” You can’t abandon Sky, not after all this time. “Skylar would be pissed if I just up and left her to either scramble for a new roommate or for a new apartment.”

Was that it? “Oh,” Eddie says, relieved. “I can pay that.”

His answer momentarily stuns you, and a gorgeous laugh escapes his lips as he takes in your slack jaw and wide eyes. “W-what?”

He leans in, kissing your lips sweetly. “Sweetheart. I’m not gonna wait another ninety days when I can just pay it now and get you here tomorrow.”

“You’ll pay my half?” You ask, eyebrows raised, a light smile on your face.

“What’s your rent?”

“1800 for the apartment, we both pay 900 plus utilities.”

He does the quick math. “Oh, so 54 (hundred) to buy the lease out? Yeah, I’ll pay it. Might relieve Sky from being pissed at me for stealing her roommate.”

The casualty of his words drench your underwear, his urge to take care of you sending a heat to your center you can’t explain. You lean in, swiping your tongue on his bottom lip, showing your appreciation. “Can-can we go upstairs?” You ask him, out of breath.

Eddie smiles, taking in your lust-blown eyes and slack expression. “You know that’s not why I offered, right?”

The overwhelming happiness bubbles up from the inside and you shoot a wide smile up at him, chin resting on his chest again. “I know. Still, baby. Want you. Please,”

Eddie smirks, framing your face with his thumbs lightly. “When you say it so nicely, how could I ever refuse?”

You tug him by the hand and start running up the stairs. A yelp echoes through the house as Eddie grabs at your ass near the top, and when he lies down on the bed, you can’t get his cock down your throat fast enough.

-

To say the least, Sky couldn’t find it in her to be angry. She was going to miss you, more than she could describe as her roommate. She also had a three month warning to find a new roommate or a new apartment and had ample time to put at least some money aside while she didn’t have to pay for rent. She really had nothing to complain about. Still, she was gonna miss you.

As soon as the lust of him offering to take care of you died down, you went into overdrive, remembering how stressed you were when you had to move in your current apartment, a lease you’ve renewed twice now. You started making a list of things you needed, working between your phone and a random spiral notebook you found in a junk drawer. How many boxes did you need to get? If you used both Eddie and Dylan’s trucks how many hours would it take to move down the stairs-only building you had?

“What’re you working on?” You hear his voice over your shoulder.

“Oh, just working out the kinks of moving. My car won’t be enough, I’ll need your guys’ trucks to help. I also have my own furniture to worry about. The entertainment center is hers, but the couch is mine. My dresser, my bed, my bathroom shelf, all my bathroom junk—”

“Baby.” He interrupts you, a hand sliding up to your neck. “Relax. I can hire someone to take care of all of this for you. Just focus on packing your things and directing the men around on where to put them.” He places his hands delicately beneath your chin. “Ok?”

Fuck, you might just blow him again.

“Ok.”

And you did just that. You shared your list to Eddie’s phone, who called a smaller moving truck with three men to assist, hired an organizer to assist in organizing what you do or don’t need and who will handle selling your furniture, and finally, paying the rest of your rent to your front office without blinking an eye to get you out of the lease.

Soon, you were on the driveway on a hot day, watching as all the boxes containing your clothes, shoes, makeup, and other junk went up the stairs to Eddie’s (and now your) bedroom, a few staying downstairs.

He stands next to you in a white muscle shirt with a band you don’t know pictured on the front and some sweats, hands on his hips as he watches the movers go back and forth between the house and the truck. He radiates authority, each mover couldn’t be much older or younger than you, but they all look to him with respect, all of their words followed by the word ‘sir’.

“Sir, huh?” You ask, teasing him.

Eddie slightly grimaces, rejecting it. “Yeah, they insisted.”

“Dunno, kinda suits you.” You tease, and you walk back to the house, missing the audible gulp that comes from his throat, imagining it. You, on your knees, begging for him, calling him sir…

“Sir?” One of the movers asks, getting his attention. He flicks back, seeing the clipboard held in front of him. “Need you to sign.”

“Oh, shit, sorry.” He mumbles, picking up the pen to sign.

As he signs his name, Dylan pulls up, taking in the men, the truck, the boxes on the floor visible past the open front door. “She’s moving in?”

Eddie looks at him, apologetic. He had asked you yesterday, and since then, he hasn’t had time to sit down and tell Dylan in person. “Sorry, bud. Kind of just happened all at once.”

Dylan thinks of his new girlfriend’s apartment, the night he had just spent wrapped up in her sheets. “I-I get that.”

Eddie blinks, expecting more of a push-back. “So, dad. I met this girl.” Oh, that explains it. “She’s…” the smile that lands on Dylan’s face is peaceful, and Eddie feels both curious and reassured. “Anyway. I wanted to bring her over for dinner to introduce her. Is that okay?”

A firm hand lands on Dylan’s shoulder, bringing him for a hug. “Of course, bud. When did you want to bring her over?”

“Friday at 6?”

It’s Wednesday, so that gives you both ample time to unpack and get the house ready for a dinner guest. “Friday works. Bring her over.”

“Hey, do you guys need any more help with the boxes?” He asks, running into the house.

Eddie doesn’t answer as he stands, stunned at the change in his son over the last, what, week?

The next two days make Dylan realize although he was in a much forgiving mood, he’s going to need to move out and fast. Just when he thought the two of you were bad, he didn’t realize how much worse you’d be when you moved in. In hindsight, he wasn’t sure how he didn’t see it coming.

Soon, he texted a friend he knew who was looking for another apartment about maybe moving in together after realizing your moans were not coming from your bedroom as he grabbed his keys and booked it for the front door.

You were on Eddie’s laundry room floor, wrapped in his arms, with only your shirt around your torso and his hair halfway out of its ponytail. You were still in the middle of recovering; Eddie edged you twice before finally letting you finish. “Did you hear the front door close?” Eddie asks, still breathing heavily as he does.

“N-no.” You gasp, moving your head up to face him, his chest hair tickling your chin. “Were we that loud?”

Eddie laughs, letting a thumb pet your face lightly. “Have you ever tried to be quiet, sweetheart?”

You shut him up with a kiss, slippery, but filled to the brim with everything you had. “Shut up.”

“I love you.” He mutters as you wrap yourself in his arms, and you whisper it back into his chest. “We do have company coming over, so we should probably finish unpacking.”

You groan lightly, but Eddie takes your hands and forces the two of you onto your feet, your knees lightly buckling. “I have so much stuff! There’s so much left to unpack.”

“Oh, I’m sure unpacking yourself into the second half of the walk-in is so hard, baby. C’mon, I’ll help you out.”

Again, Eddie’s house looks humble from the outside, but it was nothing to snark at. As he made more money, he slowly upgraded and renovated instead of just moving into a bigger house. The one upgrade that wasn’t really for him, but a constant reminder of what he lost, was the his-and-hers closet he had made for his ex, something she only enjoyed for six months before leaving him. He was excited to see your dresses, skirts, pants, and underwear in his closet, and especially your smell. Basically, he was excited for your invasion of the house.

You walk over to his–your–room where there are still boxes sitting, waiting to be unpacked. You start unpacking the one labeled dresses/skirts. As you start laying out a pile, separating the skirts you knew you weren’t gonna wear from the ones you would, Eddie sidled up beside you, pulling one you knew looked good on you up from the pile you weren’t gonna wear. “Hey, hey. Why haven’t I seen you in this one?”

You hesitate in your answer, pulling two more dresses out before answering. “Dylan fucked me while I wore that.” You admit, and he drops it immediately. He pulls another one up, hands moving over the silky blue fabric. Damn that one looked great on you. “That one, too.”

He drops it unceremoniously, hands moving to his hips. “Which ones hasn’t he touched you in?”

You put your hands on the much smaller, less appealing pile. “These.”

Eddie sighs, scratching his head. “Alright. We’re going shopping.” He announces, placing the pile of your old ‘rejects’ onto the floor.

“Huh?” You ask him, not sure you heard him correctly.

“Yep. Just leave all the clothes in a pile right there, and on Saturday I’m taking you shopping.”

“Baby, I work Saturday.”

“So call in.”

After Eddie helps you settle in for the next day and a half, you spend a good portion of your Friday in the kitchen, working in tandem to make supper together. You place plates at the dining room table Eddie and Dylan barely used, straighten up the napkins and the utensils when Eddie comes from behind you, and you feel his cock press right up against your ass. You grind back into it, closing your eyes and whimpering.

“Ed, they’ll be here in like,” you let out a sigh, “half an hour.”

He turns you, giving you a dirty kiss and gripping your hips harshly. “Then we better get moving.” He slips your dress up your hips and your underwear down.

“Hmm…take off your pants.”

He slips his cock in, bending you over the table, making you gasp. “Already off, baby.”

-

Dylan pulls up in his truck, now having to park in the same spot you did in the street since you took over his spot on the driveway. “So, this is my house.”

“For three more weeks?” Maya asks, teasing him.

He lets their hands intertwine, leading her to the door. “I did grow up here.”

“Yet your dad is kicking you out.” She says, eyes narrowed.

“No, not kicking me out…” He drifts off, when Maya’s green eyes silently ask him, he dismisses it. “I’ll tell you later. C’mon.” He unlocks the front door, and as soon as it’s open, a very peculiar, very annoying sound is heard echoing in the house.

“Fuck, Ed, oh shit.”

Maya’s eyes go wide, it takes her a second longer to understand what they were listening to than it did for Dylan. Dylan shuts the front door, shoving his hand into his pocket for his phone. He dials his dad right away. “…Hello?” Eddie asks after three rings.

Dylan puts him on speaker. “Dad, wrap it up, we’re here.”

“Shit, sorry. Give us five—” the sound of your giggles interrupts him, “sorry, ten minutes. W-we’ll call you.”

He hangs up.

Maya’s face is the picture-perfect expression of what the fuck. “Dyl, when you said your family dynamic is odd…”

“I meant it. C’mon, let’s go for a walk to the corner store.”

Maya is taken aback, but she easily falls in line as Dylan holds his hand out for her. “Can’t believe the first thing I heard from your dad was that.”

“Darling, I have never meant it more than I have right now.” Dylan assures her, and she can see how much he means it in his brown eyes. “My dad has met my girlfriends in worse situations. Just be glad we didn’t see anything…’cause that was not coming from their bedroom.”

-

Eventually, you had to go upstairs to find a new dress to wear, Eddie having completely soiled it during your tryst as he phoned Dylan to let them know they were in the clear. Turns out, the two of you had time blindness when it came to one another, because neither of you were even close to done when Dylan had called.

As you climb down the stairs, there’s a knock on the door, and Eddie meets you there in time to open it to face Dylan and his new girlfriend. It was an intriguing feeling, opening the door to Dylan while Eddie’s arm was behind your back. Like a couple welcoming their son home. It was…bizarre to say the least. “Hey, sorry about—”

“It’s fine, dad. Rather not talk about it.” Dylan insists, his arm around a pretty redhead.

“Sure. Come on in.”

They step in, Maya taking a look around at the place as she does. “Maya, this is my dad and his girlfriend, Y/N. Guys, this is Maya.”

You weren’t used to Dylan being suddenly so cool with you and Eddie being together. He’s never out loud said that you were his dad’s girlfriend before without rolling his eyes or gagging. Whatever he had with Maya seemed to bring him some peace.

Thank god, you didn’t know if you could handle more eye rolls from Eddie’s 25-year-old teenage son. “Maya! Nice to meet you.” You hold your hand out to her, which she accepts graciously.

You remember meeting Eddie as a father to Dylan, and while your thoughts were occupied, whatever you were expecting for Dylan’s dad, it certainly wasn’t Eddie. You could see it clear in her face she wasn’t expecting this metalhead, either.

“Hi, Mr. Munson, nice to meet you.” She extends her hand to Eddie, and Eddie just about loses his mind.

“Ew. Don’t. Call me Eddie. Please.” Eddie gags, the same reaction he had when you addressed him that way when you first met.

“Oh. Sorry. Nice to meet you, Eddie.”

Eddie smiles back, purposefully dressing himself down as a parental figure. You could tell he was poising himself differently for them. Whether it was self consciousness over the last time he met a girlfriend, or making it clear to Dylan he had no plans for a second contender, it did the job.

“Alright, the dining room is this way.” You extend your hand out down the hall, leading the way out of a somewhat awkward situation.

The four of you sit at the table, both men at the heads of the table while you and Maya sit across from one another. Eddie picks up the salad bowl, plating himself quickly and handing it over to you. “So, Dylan. Tell us how you and Maya met.”

They both start the story, eager to share. “Oh, can I tell, Dyl? You always get to.”

“Fine by me.”

Maya giggles softly before facing you and Eddie. “Well, my best friend sort of ditched me to tag along to guys’ night, and I refused to be ditched, so I got myself ready and ended up being fashionably late. When she invited me, I was already done for the night, pajamas and all but I got dressed up out of pure spite.” You chuckle, that’s something Bethany would do. “I got to the club, and suddenly I saw Dylan, and I didn’t want to talk to anyone else for the rest of the night.” She looks over to him, her eyes soft and her pink lips in a sweet smile. “He just drew me right in. We talked for so long we didn’t even realize it was time for last call.”

“Wow.” You comment, taking the last bowl in rotation from Eddie’s hands, the stir-fry vegetables. “Sounds like you guys have a great connection.” You look at Dylan at the last word, hoping he receives your message.

“Oh, we truly do.” Maya grins, Dylan shooting a wink at her in response.

Eddie grabs your hand under the table, and you hold it, petting at the tough skin and colliding with his rings.

“Our first date was incredible.” Maya mentions off-hand but doesn’t elaborate. If it was anything like your first date with Eddie, you knew better than to pry further. “So Dylan told me how you guys met, tell me about that.”

You and Eddie share a look of surprise at how casually she mentions it. You weren’t expecting her to know yet, in fact you were wondering if Dylan was going to tell her at all. Eddie lets out a chuckle. “A shitshow, let’s just say. When Dylan found us, it just became real messy in here.”

Unfortunately, Eddie missed the continuous waving Dylan was doing across the table to stop, please!

“How would meeting online make things messy?” Maya asks, the story Eddie had just told her and the story Dylan explained not exactly lining up.

“What?” Eddie asks, now unsure himself.

Your hand meets your mouth in understanding, facing Dylan with his head in his own hands. “Baby, I don’t think he told her, yet.”

“Nope.” Dylan musters out, annoyed.

“Oh.”

“Can someone tell me what’s going on?” Maya asks, watching everyone’s facial expressions one by one.

Dylan sighs, not ready to explain this part. “They didn’t meet online. Remember, my ex? The one who cheated on me?”

Maya rolls her eyes. “Of course I remember that bitch.” She says, giving you a look that says, ‘am I right’.

Dylan sighs, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Uh, Maya?”

“Hmm?”

“That’s her.” He says, pointing to you. “She cheated with my dad.”

Maya looks at you, dumbfounded, as you wave with a tight smile on your face. Being called that cheating bitch behind your back was certainly a new development from him. Not the…greatest feeling in the world. She looks to Eddie, who isn’t smiling, somewhat insulted on your behalf, but gives a friendly wave nonetheless.

“O-oh.”

“I said my family dynamic is different, didn’t I?”

“I thought you meant with how young she is…”

“There’s that…and there’s this. It used to hurt me a lot more, but honestly, since I met you, I don’t really feel that pain anymore.” He says to her. “I wish we could’ve had this conversation in private, but I guess I didn’t warn them.” A new hardness reaches Maya’s eyes as she looks at you, and you’re slightly taken aback by it. “Don’t be mad at them, because I’m not anymore. Well, mostly anyway. My dad said when he met her that he had to know everything about her or he was going to lose his mind.” You look to Eddie, and he winks at you slyly as you mouth the words I love you to him. “I used to think that was bullshit… But when I met you, Maya, I felt the same way, and I realized I couldn’t blame them for pursuing it if it was half as strong as what I felt when I saw you.”

The ice in Maya’s stare all melts the gloss in her eyes. “That’s still super messed up.”

“One hundred percent.” Dylan looks over to you and Eddie, and you’re wondering if the two of you were supposed to leave the table and give them privacy. “But now…they look good together. They’re good for one another. She puts this smile on his face that I never get to see anymore, and she seems more happy with him than she ever was with me.”

Your phone buzzes in your chair under your thigh. A text from Eddie. For the record, no one feels as strongly for anyone as I do for you. No one ever will.

You look at him and he nods once, his lips in a firm line. Your hands reach for his, interlocking with his. “Maya, I know you didn’t mean to but I would appreciate you not calling her a bitch.” Eddie tells her, parent voice on. “Now that we have all that out of the way, Maya, tell us what you do for work.”

-

Maya was a peach, and she seemed great for Dylan. As she helped clear the table she asked Dylan a question and it led to him announcing he was moving out. Out loud, Eddie gave him a proud hug, telling him it was a great idea.

To you, Eddie pumped his fist in celebration. As you washed the dishes that night, insisting Dylan and Maya go enjoy a movie on the couch, Eddie comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. “When Dylan finally moves out, I’m fucking you on every surface in this house. I might just tell you to stay naked for easier access.” He leaves a wet kiss on your neck, and you’re left to imagine the possibilities as he adjusts himself while clearing the rest of the table.

True to his word, as Saturday dawns, Eddie wakes you up two hours before you start work and tosses your phone to call in sick for it. You text your manager at his request, and as soon as you hit send, Eddie sends you to his bathroom to get ready for a shopping day. In your first outfit, a pair of shorts and an oversized sweater, Eddie looks up and down at you exasperated and tells you to go get all dressed up and put some makeup on.

When your hands land on your hips at this he backtracks hard. “Of course you can wear what you want, baby! I just know that you love to get all dressed up, and I thought it would be fun for you. That’s all. We’re going to be trying on lots of clothes and I want my girl feeling her best.”

Okay, he has a point. An hour passes by, Eddie moving around you as he gets dressed up himself, less dramatic than his date night outfit, but dressed up all the same. As you finish, a wing on your eye, he comes behind you, looking over your shoulder for something. “You know I used to wear eyeliner all the time?”

“I…no?” You stutter, turning to face him.

“Might put some on today.” He mutters, slightly teasing you.

“If you don’t want to scare the general public, maybe we’ll save it for a date night, Ed.” You yank the pencil away from him, terrified that if you look away for one second, he’ll go overboard.

“Not even a little on my water line?” He asks, and you suddenly realize that yes, he does want some makeup for the day.

“I don’t see why not.” You shrug.

Now you walk hand in hand in the largest mall in town, starting the journey down the large aisle, leading Eddie. But eventually, Eddie ends up leading you, knowing exactly which stores he wants to go to. In the first store he takes you to, you look around the racks timidly, putting away anything you see over 20 bucks. In less than five minutes, Eddie comes by with a pile of clothes in his arms. “I’m gonna get a dressing room started, ok?” He pauses, noticing the 45 dollar dress you just put back. “Ooh, can you hand me that?”

“No, it’s too much.” You insist, looking at the large pile of clothes he has. You thought he meant like, three or four items at the most.

“I didn’t ask how much it was, sweetheart. Hand it over.” He tells you, to which you do. Only five minutes later, as you have only picked out two or three more dresses yourself, does he swing by and tug you to the biggest dressing room, the walls decorated with clothing.

“I-I’m not trying all of this on, am I?” You look around, it would take you at least an hour, and that’s if you hurried.

“Yep. And you’re showing me every piece.” He says, before closing the door on your stunned face.

“Eddie, this is way too much.”

“No complaining, just show me the first one!” he yells to you, no real bark behind his command.

The first dress you wear was a bit revealing, an open back, up to your thighs with a cowl neckline that shows cleavage. He smiles at you, leaning his elbows onto his knees in the seat offered in the dressing room. “Nice… Do a spin.” You roll your eyes, spinning for him slowly and timidly. He whistles lowly. “Man, I’m good. Next!”

He asked for a spin in everything you modeled for him until he didn’t need to, you did it for him. With each new piece, you were learning to not care if you were in a store with him, posing for him as he assessed each piece. Some you thought looked decent on you, he put in the no pile, while others you thought were a sure no, he put in the yes. He told you ultimately, it was your decision and if you felt uncomfortable, you could put one in the no pile, but he knew your body better than anyone. If he insisted it looked good, it must’ve looked good.

At the last piece you put on, he can’t seem to decide, asking an attendant for her opinion. She says she thinks the shirt looks amazing on you but isn’t sure about the style of pants. “Yeah, I chose them just to see if you’d wear it.” You shook your head no, feeling uncomfortable in the business type pants. “Cool. Get dressed in your clothes, we have more stores to hit up.” You toss the shirt to him after yanking it off, and by the time you make your way to the register, the attendant is already handing over two oversized bags to him.

“Eddie, this is enough clothes, I really don’t need anymore!” You insist as he directs you to a store only three spaces over.

As soon as you walk in, they see the big bags Eddie’s carrying and immediately offer their assistance. Eddie rolls his eyes, knowing he only ever gets the star treatment if he’s walking around with the occasional designer bag. (He likes their underwear). “Well, I don’t know if you noticed, but the women’s side of our closet is huge, and you didn’t have nearly enough clothes to fill it anyway.”

Our closet. You’re so fixated on the use of the word our that you don’t realize he’s waiting for you to talk. “Doesn’t mean I need more.”

“Oh, that’s exactly what it means!” He turns to the employee who’s been following him around and hands her the bags. “Be a dear and hold on to these, will ya?” He turns back to you, resting one hand on the rack beside him and staring down at you intensely. “Baby. I want to spoil you. Let me. Please! Pick out some clothes you want, I’ll pick some out, too, and you can try them on.”

“You’ve spoiled me so much already!” You insist, gulping at the sincerity in his eyes. “You’re all I could ever ask for.”

“That’s exactly why I have to spoil you.” He retorts, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “I love you. Let me show you how much. I have a stupid amount in savings. I kind of want to chuck some out just to keep me humble.”

You giggle at this, finally, fully giving in to his madness.

Madness, it is. As you go from store to store, he gets about two more bags full from each one, and you’re sure some of these outfits will never see the light of day after you see how he looks at you in them. About ten percent will just be something you put on for about two seconds before he takes it off you. He’s buying dresses he knows he’ll be the only person to ever take them off or see you in them.

At one point, he runs back to his truck to put the eight bags he got tired of carrying around away, coming back to meet you in the store he left you in. It wasn’t much of a clothing store, but you had a basket of things you were planning to buy for yourself. Earrings, a knick knack for your desk, a cute notebook and the like. (There was a shirt you found for Eddie that you got just for the hell of it.) You're waiting in line, and you’re digging through your purse for your wallet when Eddie comes behind you, wallet out, card in the machine. “I—”

“Baby. Your money is useless today. Let me.”

You roll your eyes, and the cashier’s wide eyes at his pet-name for you catches your eye, a laugh escaping you. “Yeah, sorry. Guess I forgot to mention my boyfriend is also in his 40s.” You giggle, having just gushed about how Eddie was spoiling you to him.

“What? 40s? I’m clearly in my 20s.” Eddie asks, acting offended.

The poor cashier looks genuinely frightened, holding up his hands in surrender. “He’s joking. He is. Likes to make people squirm.”

“Oh I love to make you squirm—”

“Eddie!” You berate him, yanking him out of the store as he lets out a bout of laughter. He catches his breath, still laughing as you cross your arms, waiting impatiently for him to stop.

“Sorry, sweetheart, you made it too easy! C’mon, two more stores, then we can grab food.”

“Can I pay for food?” You ask, holding his hand.

Eddie smiles, petting your hand with his thumb. “Of course.”

The second to last store he brings you to is an underwear store. Eddie lets you do all the picking, following closely behind and offering any commentary when you ask for it. For once, he doesn’t insist that you model for him, claiming that just seeing you go through the lacier drawers of panties was torture enough. You walk out with a wardrobe’s worth of new underwear, bras, and a little bit of lingerie. It was the first time you were there to see the total, your eyes widening as Eddie takes out his card.

He smirks at your stunned expression. “Oh, this isn’t even the highest bill, sweetheart.” The transaction goes through and the kind lady behind the desks offers the bags to him. “This isn’t even half of it.”

The bill was at about 700 dollars, so the very idea drove you insane that he had already collected every receipt and refused to let you see them.

He brings you to one last store, wall to wall, covered in clothes. He goes a little ham this time, and you notice he focuses on basics. Sweatpants, sweaters, shorts, and under shirts. There’s one thing he chooses that has you struggling to get the zipper up, and eventually you call out for him for help after a good five minutes of fumbling .

He opens the curtain delicately so as to not reveal anything, and you look at him helplessly as your hand can’t reach the zipper sitting low on your ass. His fingers are light to the touch, as one hand rests on your shoulder, one on the zipper as it goes up to your neck, your hair held by your hands. You can’t help the shiver that runs through you as your hair curtains down around your neck, and you turn to face him, holding your hands out to silently ask him what he thought.

What does he think? He thinks that this fucking dress looks so good on you that it would be a crime to get you to start trying on those shorts and sweaters. Hell, you knew your size, you were probably good to go. It was much less revealing than any dress you tried on, a number he’ll probably get you to wear on your next date. He couldn’t help himself, surrounded by the privacy of the small room, he leans in to kiss you sweetly, one hand going up to frame your neck. “Baby.” He mutters, his voice sounding desperate. “You look…fucking gorgeous.”

You smile into it, your hand tracing the seam of his shirt along his torso. “Thanks. Help me out of it? I still need to try on all these clothes.”

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, surprising you. A slight whimper escapes you as he backs you into the wall against a few clothing articles hanging there. “I will absolutely help you out of this dress.” He says, his voice husky and a touch of arousal lands in your underwear as you realize why. “But then I’m going to get my cock in you.”

“In-in here?” You ask, highly aware you’re in a public space.

“Mmhmm. Be quiet and no one will suspect a thing.” he says, hand slipping under the skirt of the dress to start palming at your folds over your panties. You whimper at the touch into his mouth, focusing all your energy on not alerting the kind sales lady that you were hooking up in her dressing room. “Oh, good girl, keeping herself quiet.”

“It’s…it’s hard.” You whimper, the light touches over your panties not enough, but still causing more arousal.

“So am I.” Eddie chuckles, watching your face as he teases you. He slips the hand into your panties, letting them drop on the floor. “Oh, so wet, huh?” He asks you, eyebrows furrowed as he plays with the slick on your folds.

“Mmhmm.”

“Does daddy buying all the pretty clothes make you all hot, baby?” He asks, voice in your ear and fingers rubbing at your clit gentle, but enough to start you to your destination. You nod your head, because on some level, this was a big turn on for you. “Oh, you horny little slut.”

“Good girl…” You whimper, and Eddie leans back from your shoulder. “Good girl. Please?” You ask him, the slut shaming wasn’t doing it for you.

“Oh, you wanna be called a good girl, huh? Daddy’s good girl?” You nod, your eyes closing as he starts to rub at your clit faster.

“Feels…feels good, Daddy…”

“Daddy’s gonna make you cum, and since you’re a good girl you’re not gonna make a fucking sound. Okay?” You nod, holding a whimper in your throat from the finger he slides into your heat. “Oh she’s close.” He mutters to himself, placing gentle kisses on your neck. “Fall apart on my fingers so I can fuck you, my good girl.”

Your mouth is open in a silent scream, an orgasm shaking through you as you wither against the dressing room wall.  

“Oh, that’s my good girl, such a good listener. Now, turn around and hold on to those hooks.” You do as he says, and as you brace yourself with your hands awkwardly against the hooks decorated with hangers, he zips the dress off you, lifting it over your head and nearly forgetting to muffle his own moan when he sees you aren’t wearing a bra. He lets his pants fall around his calves, and as his cock pushes you, you let your jaw open and eyes close, doing everything you could not to moan out loud.

He slowly bucks into you, and you close your eyes and lean against the wall headfirst while the scent of store clothes invades your senses. Soon, Eddie leans forward, forcing your torso up against his back as he places his ringed hand around you like a necklace. He kisses at the skin he can reach sweetly, eyes open as he watches your reaction to everything he does to you.

While the prospect of being caught by someone was hot, Eddie found himself watching for your visual reactions than listening for your audible ones. Hmm. He didn’t realize he had begun to rely on them. “How’s Daddy’s cock?”

“G-good.” You whisper, leaning into his chest with your head back against his shoulder.

“Gonna cum in you.” He mutters. He starts fucking into you a little harder, and it has to be perfectly timed because if he went all the way in, the sound of his balls against your pussy would be a dead giveaway.

“How’s everything in there?”

“Speak.” Eddie commands you, and you have to tear yourself from outer space for a moment.

“Great, thank you!”

“Just a reminder we try not to encourage two people in one dressing room.”

“She was just needing help with a zipper. Almost done.” Eddie pipes out, sounding relatively normal for someone seconds away from cumming.

“If you need any help or sizes, let us know.”

 “Thanks…” Shit, that sounded out of breath.

“Cum in me.” You whisper, and Eddie does just that, slowly fucking his way through his orgasm, his cheeks flushed, shirt clinging onto the sweat.

You nearly protest as he takes himself out and tucks himself back into his pants. At this point, you were so turned on you kind of wanted to blow him while you had him in the room. You hold his face in your hands and connect your foreheads. “Is it bad I still want more?” You mutter under your breath.

Eddie swears softly, his boner fighting harshly against his slacks. “Fuck. No, I do, too.” He tugs your naked self into his arms, kissing your hair softly. “But…she was suspicious. Unless we want to get kicked out, we should quit while we’re ahead.”

“Can I blow you when we get home?” You ask him, turning to grab your own clothes off the floor.

Eddie chuckles, shaking his head as he grabs the clothes scattered around the dressing room. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

It took multiple trips from Eddie’s truck to bring in all the bags. You truly didn’t realize how many pieces of clothing he had bought you until you saw it all scattered on the closet floor, all ready to be reorganized. Eddie starts hanging them, and you notice the outline of his cock in his slacks. He was still throbbing.

“Can I?” You ask, sitting pretty on your knees and looking up at him.

“Fuck, I’m never gonna say no to that.” Eddie answers, placing a hand under your chin.

You undo his pants, giving him a hungry look as his cock springs free. “You’re still hard?” You ask, knowing you’ve gotten food at the food court and walked around the mall a bit more before coming home.

“Mmhm.” You smile, jerking him lazily as you eye the length hungrily. You have the idea to tease him more, but the need to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue is too much. Eddie swears loudly as you take him in your mouth, gripping onto the center console for accessories and underwear. “Fuck”

You slowly bob your head up and down, staring up at him through your eyelashes as you relax your throat and allow your nose to meet his stomach. His hands skim through your hair, moving your head lightly, and again, you find it ridiculously easy to submit to him.

Eddie is uncharacteristically quiet, head thrown back in bliss as he feels the spit gather at his base. His stomach starts to tighten up a little bit and under your hands, his thighs are tense. Somehow it spells out to you he’s close.

You prepare yourself, moving your head faster on your own accord, opening your eyes at him again to watch for his reaction as you double down. A goddamn whimper escapes his throat as you continue, and suddenly it’s your goddamn mission to make him make that sound again. “Fuck, baby. Fuck…” Without any warning, the warm salty taste of his cum hits your tongue and you moan around him as he rides through his orgasm.

For once, as you wipe your mouth, you can tell he’s the one that needs recovery. You move to your feet, waiting for him to catch his breath. “Need some water?” You ask him, somewhat joking.

“The fuck was that?” He asks, his face in awe as he looks at you.

You give a cheeky and quick little kiss to the hand on your cheek. “Wanted to make you feel good.”

“Jesus Christ—” he tugs you into a hug, habitually kissing your hair. “How did I get so lucky?”

“Uh Ed.” You push lightly on his chest to get out of the hug, giving him a look of disbelief. You look gesture around the closet to the half of the clothes still not put away. “How are you the lucky one?”

Eddie’s face breaks into a wide smile, his dimples prominent, his smile lines deep. “You keep thinking that, darling.” He laughs, tugging you back into his arms.

As you stand there against his chest, relaxing into him with your eyes closed, the doorbell rings. “I’ll get it. You put away my clothes since you know where everything goes.”

“I did design this closet.” He retorts, pointing a finger at you.

You walk down the stairs to the front door, seeing a tall figure facing away through the smart glass. You open the door to a gorgeous set of brown locks, perfectly coiffed. The figure turns around, and clearly doesn’t expect to see you standing there. “Hey, Ed- whoa.” You recognize his face, but you aren’t sure where from. You subtly fix your hair; suddenly aware you had just given head to your boyfriend. “Uh, sorry, little lady. Is Eddie here?”

“He’s upstairs in the closet. Can I help you?”

The stranger smiles kindly, and you notice the freckles on his face are like constellations. “Oh sorry! I told him I’d be coming through town, but I forgot to say when. I’m Steve, Steve Harrington.”

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[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

daredevil fam x teen!intern!reader [pt. 2]

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type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1.5k

request: yes / no

original request: DYING over your matt post– i'm a sucker for casual family hcs with teen readers, it's always the cutest !! could i request something similar like the whole team (nelson, murdock, & page) taking care of an intern? just a teen who usually takes care of filing ends up wandering into the whole found family dynamic they have set up? thanks !

dynamic: daredevil fam (nelson murdock & page) x teen!intern!reader

characters: reader, matt murdock, foggy nelson, karen page

a/n: hiii tysm for this request!!! i love found family hc's too -- especially with daredevil bc i feel like i haven't seen many :( if y'all ever have more daredevil requests like this i would be more than happy to write them!!

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in fact, you got up the next day actually excited to go

like yk in 500 days of summer when he’s like skipping around and like ppl are dancing and he’s smiling

you felt that level of happy

and then you got a text 

“hey y/n it’s foggy 🌫️🌫️lol (LAUGH OUT LOUD) get it? it’s fog!!🌫️🌫️🌫️🌫️ anyways, we (karen and matt and i ofc (OF COURSE) ) have to go out on a case today 🏛️🏛️it’s kind of interesting 🕵🕵 i’ll tell you about it l8r (LATER) ⌚⌚the door should be unlocked 🚪🚪 so you can still get in 👍👍 we shouldn’t be gone for long, have fun & be good 🥳🥳”

(i love writing foggy’s texts in case u can’t tell)

GUYS I JUST REALIZED THAT IF YOU REARRANGE THE LETTERS IN “FOGGY” YOU CAN KIND OF SPELL GOOFY

like “ggofy”

so that’s ur new contact name for him 

anyways so you got to the building

and the door was LOCKED

like totally locked

and you tried like five times

so you decided to call karen

but it went to voicemail obvi 

bc they were busy w a case

but u actually got a text back pretty quick

“you got locked out?? i KNEW we forgot something… how about you come down to the station? there’s plenty of places to sit.”

so you did!!

karen was waiting for you when you got there, and they even let you sit in on the conversation they were having

it was kinda intense but honestly rly cool to see what being a lawyer was actually like

so that took like an hour or two

but then they were finally done.

“you hungry y/n? we were going to go to lunch. there’s this place right down the street from the firm that’s really good.” matt said.

“sounds great!!” you replied, grateful that he had suggested it

and so that’s how you found yourself at josie’s in the middle of the day, laughing harder than you ever had before and having a chicken wing eating contest with foggy and some random regulars

josie was so nice too, like she seemed to love you from the moment you came in

and the wings she made smelled so good

so then one of the guys who was at the bar (kinda drunk lowkey but like fun drunk???)

he pointed at foggy and he was like 

“i bet i could eat more wings than you.”

and you were like “uhhh i kind of doubt that bc i saw him eat his lunch yesterday and he’s like an animal with that stuff”

which was a lie you actually had no idea if he could or not

and matt was literally about to spit out his coke he was laughing so hard

“oh yeah?” he asked

imagine that villan eyebrow raise

“well then. looks like we have ourselves a competition!!”

and so then you got to sit at the bar with foggy, the man (whose name was marv btw) and another guy named brian

idk

and y’all ATE

figuratively AND literally

karen was so proud of you

she was cheering so loud

and again, matt’s coke was gonna go through his nose he was still laughing

long story short you won

ofc

duh

and marv was so funny he was like “well done… you might not beat me next time.”

and josie was like “ok marv”

anyways you were grinning from ear to ear. 

you had never been happier

as you were walking back to the office, you decided to tell karen, matt, and foggy about how the people at school made fun of you when they found out where your placement was

and like how it had made u feel really bad at first but that you were so happy it turned out alright

BETTER than alright

“hey, kid. we DO have more fun!!” said foggy, clapping a hand on your shoulder.

“yeah. i know the type that would say stuff like that.” karen replied, making a twisted up face that made you laugh.

“you know you can come here anytime. even when you’re not technically scheduled!!” she said.

“it’s nice to have a fourth person around the office. someone with more sense than these two knuckleheads.” matt grinned. “who knows? maybe one day it’ll be y/l/n, nelson, murdock, and page!!”

“yeah, you can inherit it from us when we’re old!!” foggy said, enthusiastically nodding

“aw, you already are old!” you said, and karen laughed

and that’s when you knew you were right where you belonged :)

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[moonlightknightess]

(just pretend this is an ask cuz I lost both of them by posting an incomplete draft by accident 😡😡🤬🤬)

Gonna merge these asks in one prompt cuz the one with the link is already down (as per usual), but sure!

Tbf it's my fault cuz that one lasted a really long time, but I guess we can't have nice things lol

Ngl this one's a bit rushed in the end, but still I hope y'all enjoy it ☺️

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- It still amazes me whenever I see it, you know? -

And she means every word, a playful remark that has him getting harder on her belly, has his shaft pulsating slightly faster as she maps his entire length with her digits, provoking little groans on command when she engulfs him on her palm

Because no matter how much of this has been happening between the two of them, she still finds herself dumbfounded whenever Eren knocks on her door (sometimes reeking of alcohol. Sometimes not) coincidentally around the neighborhood and feeling like visiting her out of the blue.

Nor can she still get her head wrapped around the idea that everything that unfolds in the privacy of her small apartment is pretty much real. From the beginning to the very end and everything in between. Her mind and body always coming to an agreement that serves to tell her yes, this really happened.

No matter how many times she tries, she always finds herself in this very same situation: Butt naked, legs wide open, and slightly eager, she still can't find herself believing that this diabolic, devil thing currently lying atop her abdomen was able to provoke her so many different sensations and emotions.

- I know - He answers plain and simple, a small smidge of pride showing in the tone of his voice, the same one that more often than not makes her want to regret what she says. The last thing she wants is for him to get a little too full of himself  - And you fucking love it -

She is oh so ready to beat those allegations as soon as they come out of his mouth, to at least show some kind of resistance and let him know that she is not someone he should be looking down to

Still, she can only let out a small pitch of surprise as soon as he gets himself out of her hold, his heat missing. The ghost of his form quickly fading off, her eyes meeting the sight of his hands pumping himself up, forearms muscles contouring as he seems to get ready for what they both have been waiting for.

Unashamed as he always tends to be, he spits on his hand before he starts to slowly lube himself, his cock becoming shinier the more he spreads his own saliva. Unaware of the effect he unconsciously had on her, to the way she wets her lips and the subtle bob he throat makes

- Jesus Christ, Jaeger - She tries to fake as much disgust as she can, sending him a quick disapproval glance before she locks eyes once again on his groin - I still don’t understand what Mikasa saw in you, seriously -

- I could ask the same thing about you - 

Right before she can come up with some sort of response, he is already hovering over her, teal eyes piercing through her own as the shadow of his form engulfs her completely, her heart racing as she feels his raspy hands lifting her legs by the underside of her knees, her chest getting tighter the more he starts to press himself closer and by extension, locking her legs higher, his arms anchoring 

- So, tell me, Sasha -  She can feel the heat of his breath when he starts to whisper to her ear, lips mischievously resting on her skin, raising goosebumps on her skin as she becomes aware of her situation: Butt naked, legs wide open, slightly eager and locked in place, her groin growing moisture by the second the more she realizes that he doesn’t mean to go easy on her this time, the missing heat that left her now coming back in the form of a sharp hot tip placing itself right in the middle of her folds, rock hard and raging to go - What did you see in me? -

He doesn’t expect an answer at all, using the small confusion he provoked in her by to take her by surprise, the sudden thrust of his hips breaking into her deepness threatening to force her lungs to chant his name out loud, the way he purposefully stays sheathed inside her making her toss and turn on his hold, demanding and begging him both in equal parts until he deems it enough

And to be fair, if she ever had to answer his question as sincerely as their relationship made her do, she would have to say that this is what she saw in him

Because no matter how much she tries- no matter how many one-night stands she wakes up from- None of them compares to what Eren can offer

Because she has still yet to find someone who can steal the air out of her lungs and devour her alive just like he can, the liplock he forces on her demanding all her might not to just clamp her teeth on his lower lip out of overload of sheer, primal emotions, tongue easily sliding against her own making her toes curl painfully, the subtle slurping sound they both created now growing louder by the second until shame is thrown out the window and they become careless of the needy moans they make, careless of the mess of spit they become with every hungry kiss and the bridges of saliva that raises and crumbles every time they separate for air and plunge back into action

Because she has still yet to find anyone who knows every single inch of her body and makes the best of using that knowledge just as he does, his hands gripping and massaging her love handles in the only way that makes her sigh in relief, his teeth providing the perfect amount of pressure on her lower lip to make her moan his name, his body contouring in the perfect position and his dick scrapping her upper walls so deliciously it makes her eyes shine blind, whiteness her only sight whenever he retreats his waist ever so slowly and snaps back inside like a powerful piston, plowing her so fucking hard she swears she can see his cock bulging out of her insides, and just when she reaches out her hand just to make sure her mind isn’t playing minds on her, she finds herself delighted to feel him despite the several layers between them, a subtle bulge that set her nerves livewire the more she presses it, at the same time provoking a small grunt from Eren that she wishes she could hear more

There is no denying at this point that he is the only one who makes her go insane, makes her go feral with so little she starts to worry she is getting obsessed with him.

Because it’s not normal the way she threads her fingers in his poor attempt of a man bun and practically shoves his face against her own, nor it’s normal the way she falls hypnotized whenever he sheathes out and provides her with the sight of his reddish member dripping awfully from the mix of her juices pouring out of her, the little bob it makes almost making her unaware of the fact that he isn’t wearing protection,  and she isn’t sure it was a good day to go raw at all

- Eren, wait - She tries to warn him, her hand trying to cover her velvet just as he felt like repositioning himself, tip meeting the cover her fingers made as he lifts his gaze and is met with her sweaty face, her breath labored in the form of little pants she makes

- You are not wearing a condom - She clarifies under his doubtful expression, his mind processing her words for a second too long before he reaches out for her hand and swats it away, his thumb pressing her clit so deliciously it makes it harder for her to claw her nails on his hand - Wha?!- 

- I know - He answers, barely giving too much thought to his response, just like you would answer someone when they ask you the time, as if the fact that they have been having raw sex for the past hour wasn’t nerve-wracking by itself

- Eren! - She chastised when she tries to cover her entrance once again, her hand swatted again but this time with Eren taking it in his hold, her other hand meeting the same fate when she tried the same move - I’m serious here, stop joking around - 

- I’m not joking - He whispers against her ear just like he did at the start, his thick fingers threading on her own as he pins her hands on both sides of her head, the head of his dick resting teasingly against her folds and his hips snapping up and down as he coats himself in the wetness her slit provides, his hands now placing itself barely below her navel, rubbing her softly - You would look amazing bearing my children, I fucking swear -

- No - She says out of reflex, her face turning in the opposite direction, her legs shaking and her breathing growing harsh with the mere idea of it, sweating cold just as she sees the whole scenario in her head: her belly growing larger by the months, the spawn of their mischievousness taking place right inside her body

The worst part is that she can't help but find herself allured by the idea.

Thrilled by the forbidden nature of such an act

Where did this all come from, seriously

- Wh- why not? - Eren asks, the friction he is forcing on her increasing in tempo, his words heavy on his throat as he tries to regain his breath, his hand forcing her to look him directly at his eyes, so intimately close she gets intoxicated in his natural essence, noses rubbing together as he caresses her jaw softly - Just tell me why not -

- You know why - She is too weak to break out from his hold, her hand not strong enough to push him by his bicep, her bite not potent enough to make his lip bleed, her mind a hot mess of unconcealed emotions that makes her barely able to talk reasoning to him, to make him understand the very reason why this can’t happen - M-Mikasa would never forgive us if we… -

But alas, Eren has never been a man of reasoning, even less one of clever judgment, he just mindlessly seeks for whatever he wants, and everyone around just either suck it up and let it be or they better be prepared to fight off his nonsense

And she really, really, wishes she could consider herself one of the latter, to know better than to let herself get dragged in the rabbit hole in which he means to take her alongside him, the sensation of warmth and fullness filling her insides once again as he starts to rock her world, the lewd plap of their skin clashing lowering the walls they once built up, lulling her into a ecstasy-like state, the softness in which his tongue caresses hers mind-blowing just in the perfect way 

-You won’t regret it… I swear you won’t -

It is both too much and not enough, the way his words fill her with dread and hope, the way his digits trace her belly and make it flutter so easily she starts to worry about just how much control he has over her, the fact that just a mere kiss from him can erase any hint of doubt in her mind, how utterly futile it is for her to try and fight this feeling of want growing inside her the more his pace becomes more erratic, to keep her mouth close shut because she knows damn well she can have it in herself to make it stop… 

To make him stop

Still, despite trying her best, she can’t help but keep her eyes glued on his. Barely open, watery and stinging as they were still enough to let him see through her, her mouth shaping into the smallest “o” when he decides to thrust up once, twice, thrice and then some more, her muscles boiling hot under the pressure of his presence and all the emotions he is provoking on her.

As he drags her hand right above her belly, right above where he is going to mark her for good, she finally loses her last hold on sanity, the little whispers he mouths on her lips a perpetual chant that ingrains itself in her mind and grow roots instantly, the incessant push and pull he forces on her tight walls making her go feral for more, open mouthed, tongue wrapping kisses shared between them no matter the mess of saliva coating their lips, the gooshing sound of her juices pouring out with each snap of his hips making her realize she is not lasting for much longer

She swears she can can feel it, the way his shaft hardens inside her, the telltale of his orgasm starting, his mouth sucking hers in the literal sense of the word as his cock pounds her like a broken piston, his body flush against hers as he takes her whole, overwhelming her whole self until he gives her a last thrust of finality.

Is both painful and blissful, the way he pushes his hips upwards just so she can feel it right on her guts, the small bump she feels on her hand a sturdy little thing that has her purring in desire

The warmness that overtakes her insides a beautiful and yet cruel reminder that this was pretty much real

She really, really wishes she doesn’t regret this…

[hanamora]

legendary 2nd appearance. cannot get any better than this.

[tsunonotarou]

LEONA, JADE, FLOYD, ROOK’s ↷

reaction when S/O gets jealous and protective

notes: I notice us writers mostly write about—usually the canon male/female—being dominant and the other party is timid and shy, while I love that concept and idea since I’m a submissive bitch myself, I feel like we should get more S/O or reader who gets protective and goes grr

: gender-neutral reader!

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

So there’s this crazy bitch who’s all over Leona ever since he was fucking born

They’re from a neighboring country and have been obsessed with Leona when they first saw him (honestly same) and as much as Leona didn’t want to admit it felt like heaven to attend Night Raven College because they’re AWAY from him

Magift is a nightmare because it’s open for everyone from everywhere to attend so he had already expected them

He planned to ignore them and steers clear of them as usual but they were extra persistent today

If they’re a guy Leona would have no problem scaring them away with a growl and possible threats

If they’re a girl though, it’s not going to be easy for Leona since he was raised to treat females with respect but then again, he knows that she does not deserve it

He also knows that you’re seething with anger

Your crossed arms while shifting your weight from side to side showed your frustration and impatience for them to get off

At this point he’d try harder and uses more of his energy to deal with them (he was a little lazy before) and tell them to go away but they just kept clinging and clinging

Leona’s eyes widened when you shoved them away, hard but not hard enough to make them fall on the ground and scrape their knee, just enough to keep them away

Your own arms wrapped around his and you stuck close, head resting on his shoulder, nuzzling your nose against his neck or trail your fingers a little lower on his waist than usual, anything to send the message across as you stare boredly at the ever persistent troublesome person

“Piss off.”

Normally people would get embarrassed/awkward after this and they’d leave but if they’re still on about it, pull Leona in for a kiss

A long, deep and passionate kiss from you sends him off the edge as he grabs you, smirking slightly at your behavior and also at the outsider staring at the both of you furiously

Will never let you forget this because he teases you almost everyday about this

If you're naturally a timid and shy person it's gonna be hell for you, because Leona is going to tease you ten times more

"Hey remember that time when you-" You smacked his head, hard.

"I don't regret it though, they were too close and I don't like it." Your adorable pout and red blush from his teasings only made his grin wider, and his heart racing faster

Proud of his herbivore, 100/10, would definitely want to see you getting protective again

JADE LEECH

They shamelessly flirted with him in Mostro Lounge, right in front of you

Constantly asking for Jade's assistance, ordering more and more just to have Jade serve them and if he's not available, they'll throw a tantrum

Of course Jade know about boundaries, he'd never want to make his lover upset, but then again, he's also curious as to what you'll do

Will you sit there and watch? Pout and wait for them to finally go away when Mostro Lounge closes? Be extra clingy with him afterwards? Silently cursing them? Or will you choose the popular trope of getting back at him by being physically close to another person?

Whatever you chose, he sure did not expect you to have a smile on your face as you call out to him, you are sitting just two seats away from them on the stool, so it is fairly easy to catch his attention without you trying to desperately cut off the one-sided conversation

You did what they couldn't. Holding his hand loosely as you talked about something semi-private (?)

"Hey, Jade. Where did I put my clothes again? That cream colored one. I know it's in your room but is it on the bed or bathroom? Have you seen it? Gotta go check it later..." To indicate that you've been to his room, countless of times

"Ah! I think you left your jacket in my room. Be sure to take it back before you go back to your dorm, okay?"

While Jade watches you and reply with an amused expression

This got them clenching fists and gritting teeth, and Jade can't exactly ignore them when they call for him since they're a customer, even if he's enjoying this a lot

You'd also pull on your clothes, kind of like flapping them when you're hot—even though it's quite chilly in Mostro Lounge—just to show them the bite marks Jade left the day before

*Thought I'd put this out just in case anyone misunderstands, y'all didn't have sex lmao because Jade is under 18, but he does leave bite marks every now and then ;)

When he does get away from their conversation and goes to you, like with Leona, you'd linger your hands a little lower on his waist than usual, or brush the bite marks you left that escaped the covers of his shirt collar

Nevertheless, expect Jade shaking his head when Mostro Lounge finally closes and them finally gone, though he can't hide the smile on his face

"My, my, I never knew you'd get to this point to drive them away."

He will forever remember this moment and the act you've pulled, truly memorable

FLOYD LEECH

The basketball team is having a friendly match with another school and the other school's team happen to have a manager

And man were they PERSISTENT

Offering to refill NRC's water bottles too when they went to refill for their own school's

Of course you're thankful for their help and thought it was out of pure kindness, but when their fingers brush over Floyd's for a little too long to hand him his water bottle and stays longer with Floyd than with other basketball players you knew something was wrong

Are they hitting on Floyd???

Ace and Jamil picked up on it and glances over you, with Ace shit talking about them and "If they're gonna do it, at least try to do it right." while criticizing their lame flirting skills and Jamil disapproving of their actions when Floyd clearly has a lover

Even if they're from another school, saying you didn't know is a lame excuse, not with how painfully different Floyd is with you than with others, it was obvious you two are together

Floyd, of course, is not dumb and oblivious and he is beyond annoyed at their constant touches and babblings he had no intention to listen to

Before Floyd could threaten to squeeze them to death, you're wrapping arms around his figure and called them out on their antics

"Don't you have your own team to attend to? Stop flirting with my boyfriend, he's not interested, take a sign."

Ace spit out his water and choked (yes he laughed)

Poor student scurried back to their own team's side and stayed there, as they should

Floyd would not care about attention as he picked you up in his arms, hugging you tightly and nuzzling close to you

"Shrimpyyy~! I love this side of you! Why haven't I seen it before?"

He probably already forgot about that student's existence as he only thinks of your jealous gazes and protective arms around him

Expect him to ask you to act like that again randomly, being all brave and calling people out, he loves this side of you!

ROOK HUNT

Rook is a social butterfly and will talk to anyone in anywhere

Much like Jade, he never intended to hurt his lover and upset them, but he's itching to know what you'll do. He has extremely good eyesight and knew you were close by, listening in to their conversation, possibly with a frown

Ah, a frown on your lips. That's not a sight he'd want to see! But the urge to reveal what kind of moves you'd make is stronger, so he refrained from walking away and chatted on

A smile played on his lips as he watches you stomp over, not sparing a glance to the other person as you locked your arms around his waist, tightly, then began to attempt to lift him up

...it didn't work

You didn't have enough strength so instead of lifting him over your shoulder (like what Rook usually do) you grabbed his gloves hand and dragged him away

Rook was certainly surprised, a big grin on his face as he laughed his heart out, bidding goodbye to the random student who had their mouth wide open

This only made you tug on his arm harder as an annoyed grunt and groan escaped you

When you looked back to them and sent a glare, that's when he lost it

He's sure he fell in love with you even more

When the two of you are alone he'd have your cheeks in his hands, staring at you lovingly, your squishy cheeks, furrowed brows and pouting lips are just too cute for him!

He will assure you that he will never do this again not telling you he was doing it on purpose to see what you'll do because you'll probably hate him his sweet words would surely calm you down

If you ever see Rook suddenly having a smile on his lips, you know that he's thinking about this incident again, and it freaks Vil out

[atinydise]

Ateez reacting to Yunho being a grown man

❦ Genre: Fluff, suggestive.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 2k6.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

HONGJOONG

The leader lazily and sleepily got out of his bed. He realized how early it was when he saw Yunho, still sleeping peacefully/ Hongjoong hesitated to jump back in his warm bed or to stay awake. He opted for the 2nd option and quietly left the door. At his big surprise, Mingi and Wooyoung were in the kitchen, cooking. "Pasta? For breakfast?" Asked Hongjoong, questioning their life choice. "Breakfast?" Repeated Wooyoung. "It's 1PM Hyung." The leader glanced at the clock on the microwave. "Yunho is till sleeping, I thought it was 8 AM." The 2 boys snored at the same time. Hongjoong raised a brow. "What's so funny? It happens to sleep until late." Mingi and Wooyoung exchanged a quick stare. "Tell me." Insisted Hongjoong.

"I think we should tell him." Said Mingi. Wooyoung sighed, but finally nodded. "Okay close the door really quick." The leader was completely lost. Why were they acting so weirdly? "Okay, keep the secret because Yunho ignores that we know." Started Mingi. "Know what?" "We saw him and Y/N making out yesterday." Claimed Wooyoung. Hongjoong raised a brow. "Yunho and Y/N? Come on... what you saw was wrong." "No! She was almost naked and kind of riding him." The leader almost threw up at this image. "Y'all so nasty." "Nasty about what?" Asked Yunho, entering the kitchen. "Ah Yunho!" Snapped Hongjoong. "These 2 idiots are trying to prank me." "Hyung..." whispered Mingi. "They said that they saw you making out with Y/N yesterday." He sneered. "But I told them that you were not into "this". He air-quoted. "Oh." Replied Yunho. "But they are right Hyung." He faced Mingi and Wooyoung. "Sorry that you saw that boys." They both shrugged, not turning this into a big deal. While Hongjoong was wondering if all of this was a prank. Yunho is so shy and pure, he would never do this yet. "S-So, you are-" he paused. "Sexually active? Heck yeah! Have you seen Y/N?" He smirked. The leader gagged once again. "Come on, don't act like it's a big deal." "It is!" "It's not." Replied Yunho, picking an apple before leaving the kitchen. Mingi and Wooyoung smirked at Hongjoong. "So, you believe us now?" "Our baby is a grown man." He whispered. "Of course... he turned it as a big deal." Sighed Wooyoung.

SEONGHWA

Yunho are you ready?" Asked Seonghwa, looking for his tall friend. "I'm born ready." He replied joyfully. They both decided to hang out together since the other members had their own schedule. At first, they went to the arcade game because it's Yunho favorite place and Seonghwa really wanted to make him full and relaxed. As a second destination, Seonghwa picked a good restaurant. They really chose everything they wanted on the menu. The table was full of food, few people were even looking at them like if they were crazy. "Soju?" Offered the eldest member. "Yeah! But not too much today okay?" "Sure."

1 hour later, these 2 boys were laughing crazily at everything. Their noses and cheeks were completely red because of the amount of alcohol in their body. "Do you remember when Mingi said that he could be the leader when Hongjoong pranked us?" Puffed Seonghwa. "We were all crying but he just wanted to replace him." Laughed Yunho. "Like if he could lead us. He would quit in 2 days." Giggled Seonghwa. "Y/N would last longer than him." Added Yunho. "Ooooh Y/N! I miss Y/N! Where is she?" Seonghwa tugged on the wall next to him. "In her house. She's tired." Smirked Yunho. "I thought she was in vacation or a week off." "Yeah, she is," he hiccupped." I didn't mean tired in the way." Even in his state, Seonghwa understood that his friend didn't get it. "We had seeeex," giggled the tallest boy. Seonghwa almost spitted the soju he had in his mouth. "You what?!" "Oops." Laughed Yunho. "How?!" "How?" He raised a brow. "Well, I thought you knew, but I put her legs on my shoulders and I-" "No!" Stopped Seonghwa, disgusted. "Don't say anything." "But you know it better than me." He winked. "Jeong Yunho." "Park Seonghwa." He giggled. "You better use a protection." "Of course. I bought one with your credit card by the way." "I don't know if it's because I'm drunk or this situation, but I'll throw up." "I would say too much alcohol." "No, too much information, perv." He gagged. "Wait! I'm gonna tell me you mooore!" "Time to go back home!" Shouted Seonghwa, standing up but instantly tugging on the side. "Waitress! PLEASE! Save me!" He yelled in the restaurant, Yunho laughing behind him.

YEOSANG

"Yunho have you seen my phone?" Asked Yeosang. "No. Have you looked under your pillow?" "Yeah. Can I borrow yours 2 sec? Just to text Wooyoung." "Sure." He handed his phone to Yeosang. "You are still going to the theater?" "Yep. Do you want to come with us?" Yeosang searched Wooyoung's contact. He spotted that except you, Yunho wasn't texting his friends that much. "Depends which movie you are going to watch." Replied Yunho. "I think you watched it already. It's Tenet." "Oh! I'm down. I really like this movie." Accepted Yunho." "Cool. Then get ready because-" *ting* ["Okay there's nothing to worry about anymore."] Yeosang unconsciously read your message even though he tried to avoid it. "Text Wooyoung, I'll look for my wallet." Yeosang nodded and finally warned his closest friend to join them in 10 minutes. *ting* ["I just had my period. I'm not pregnant."] Yeosang's eyes widened. Just by this concrete text, he understood a lot of things. He got it that Yunho started to be a grown man. But not that much. "I'm ready." Said Yunho smiling widely. Yeosang handed him back his phone, acting like he never knew these messages. "I'll take a jacket." He almost ran to his bedroom. The tallest guy shrugged and unlocked his phone. He instantly saw the notifications with your name on it. He took 5 seconds to process the situation. "Shit!" He rushed to Yeosang's room and asked: "Have you seen anything particular on my phone?" His friend shook his head, lying. "Not at all." Yunho sighed, relieved. "Okay." "Is there something to know?" "No." "Sure?" "Yeah, there's nothing." "Okay cool." "I thought you were freaking out because I know that Y/N isn't pregnant." "You lied!" "You had sex! And not even fully protected!" "It just cracked. It's an accident." "Disgusting disgusting." Yeosang covered his ears, leaving the room. "Don't tell anyone!" Almost begged Yunho, following him. "What's going on?" Asked Jongho. "They're just crazy." Shrugged Mingi.

SAN

San sighed for the 3rd time in a minute. He accepted to help Seonghwa a bit. As every day off, he took some time to clean the entire dorm. "Less sighing, more cleaning." Sang Seonghwa, putting down a pair of new sheets on San's bed. "Hyung!" Whined San. "How can you like something like cleaning? It's so boring!" "Hm... how can you like throwing your food on Woooyoung's face and not cleaning the tomato sauce which splashed on the wall?" Asked Seonghwa. San stayed quiet for a second and finally gave up and turned back to his desk. "That's what I thought..." smirked the eldest member. "Dictator..." whispered San. "Don't forget to tidy Yunho's sheet in the wardrobe too." "Yeah sir." Just when Seonghwa left, San jumped on his bed, tired of these efforts. He stared at the ceiling a minute and finally glanced at the messy wardrobe. "Argh... I'm so lazy." He sighed. "Oh. What is this?" San spotted a clothe like a maid dress, hung up in Yunho's side. He got out of the bed and walked slowly toward the dress. When he was finally sure that he was right, he picked the hanger. "The heck are you doing with this Jeong Yunho?" Before he could realize, his friend entered the room. "Seonghwa said- no wait. Threatened me, to help you." Yunho stopped in his track when he saw that your dress was in San's hands. His face was bending, reading your name on the collar of the dress. "San, it's not what you think it is." He claimed, freaking out. "I wasn't aware you were into cosplay..." he smirked, trying his best to not laugh. "I don't judge." "It- It was her idea!" Yunho ripped the dress out of San's grip. "Soo... you are... doing "the thing" now?" He crossed his arms on his chest. "It's- personal." Blushed Yunho, hiding the dress in his sport bag. "Oh, come on!" For sure you have secrets, gossips and juicy things to tell me!" "No!" "Yunho, you are a real man now. And a nasty one." he added. "No need to be shy." "San!" The tallest boy rolled his eyes. "Okay okay! I stop." Giggled San. "But don't forget to be gently with Y/N." "I am." He replied. "I will treat her gently and never ask her to do something she doesn't want to." "Good." Nodded San. Both of them started to clean their part of the room, quietly. When San added. "Don't be too nice then. Maybe she likes it rough." "I'll kill you!" Growled Yunho, running after San.

MINGI

Mingi was laying on Yunho's bed. It's been 2 hours since they exchanged a word. Yunho has been looking website on his computer, while Mingi was lost on TikTok. The atmosphere wasn't awkward at all. Until Yunho asked: "Song Mingi." "Hm?" "I know that you had many girlfriends, so I think you could help me." Mingi gulped. He lied about the numbers of girls he dated. He said something like "10", but in reality, it was like 1. He’s too shy for that. "Yeah? What do you want to know?" He sat on the bed. "How you knew that you are "doing well"? He asked, blushing a bit. "Doing what?" Repeated Mingi, naively. "You know..." Mingi raised a brow, not having a blue about what he wanted to talk about. "With Y/N, we took the next step. And I don't really know if I'm-" "The next step?" "Yeah. Sex." Yunho raised a brow. "You know what it is? Because I thought you did it a tone of time. Right?" Mingi was shocked and scared. Yunho had been his friend, probably the closest one, since a long time and to know that he was now sexually active was surprising. "Mingi?" "Huh? Y-Yeah?" He sneered. "A ton of times!" "So how do you know they liked it?" "Huh. I-I-Well-Haha." He stuttered, laughing nervously. "You know! The moans and stuff." "Moans?" "Yeah. The more she's loud, more she likes it." He said coolly. "Really? I don't think that's a good value. She can fake it." "Why would she do that? That's mean." "To be nice with me probably. To not ruin the mood." Mingi blushed. "Women does that?" "Some of them, I guess. For our ego." Yunho shrugged. "Wow. Well." He paused, trying to keep his composure. "Just talk to her. Conversations are the key. Yunho nodded, satisfied with his answer. "You are probably right." "Of course! You are talking with a pro!" "Why we never met one of them by the way?" "Oh! Seonghwa is calling me! We are going to talk about that later okay?" Mingi ran away. "I'm coming Hyung!" "N-Nobody called you." Whispered Yunho confused.

WOOYOUNG

Wooyoung was laying on the living-room's couch. One leg on the headrest, the other one falling on the floor. "The answer is Spring Day!" He yelled throwing a chip on the TV screen. "How can you ignore this when you claim about being an army." He rolled his eyes. Wooyoung almost had a heart attack when the bell rang loudly in the dorm. He growled lazily, and finally walked to the door. "Mingi you forgot your key all-" "Hello." You bowed politely and shyly. Wooyoung had the instant reflex to hide behind the door, ready to slam it at your face. "Oh no! I'm not a fan!" You tried to reassure him. "I'm Y/N." "Y/N?" He repeated. "Like Yunho's Y/N?" You nodded, shy to be categorized as Yunho's girlfriend. "Yunho is not here." He's filming his k-drama." "Yeah, but he told me you would be there." You smiled. "I just need to pick something I've left here." "Oh. You already came here?" Asked Wooyoung. You ignored his question, too shy to answer it and pointed at the hoodie hanging on Yunho's doorknob. "Here it is!" You removed your shoes quickly and walked past Wooyoung. He was looking at every of your moves, trying to know how you left suck a big piece of clothes here. "Now that I have it. I should go." You waved at Wooyoung who was still confused. "Huh- bye." He replied. When you closed the door, Wooyoung's brain tilted. At the terrible image of Yunho doing profanities at the dorm, maybe right where he was sitting few minutes ago, he almost threw up. "Disgusting Jeong Yunho."

The same night, Wooyoung was waiting patiently his friend's return. "We are home!" Yelled San, followed by Seonghwa, Yunho and Jongho. Wooyoung almost tripped on his run to the hallway. "Yunho Hyung... Y/N came here to take back the thing she left here." "Y/N?" Repeated Seonghwa. "She came here?" Asked Jongho. "Y-Yeah one time. It was raining this day." Replied Yunho, blushing a bit. "So, it was cold too?" Insisted Wooyoung. "Yeah." "So how did she leave without her hoodie?" He smirked. Yunho took a second to realize that Wooyoung knew. "Let's talk in my room." He gripped his friend's arm before heading to his room. "You a little nasty boy." Shouted Wooyoung, sure that everyone would hear it. When the door slammed, the 3 other boys were looking at each other. "The hell is going on in this house now." Sighed Seonghwa.

JONGHO

"You can't beat me Hyung." Laughed Jongho. "I just need more training." Replied Yunho, trying to launch the basketball right in. "How can you not put at least one, with your height?" "You are talking way too much for someone who faked to have a cramp when I had a point." Smirked Yunho. "This is a strict basketball rule." Shrugged Jongho. "It's not." Jongho took the advantage of Yunho's distraction to rip the ball out of his large hands. This action was followed by an intense match. Jongho was still the best, but his friend's score was close enough. Only one point was missing to give Jongho the victory. Unexpectedly, Yunho tried to dunk, thinking that he already won, but the ball bounced out. "How can you miss this with your height?" They both looked at you. "That's exactly what I said." Added Jongho. Your boyfriend ran to you, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. "Hi babe." "Hi." You replied, smiling widely at you. "Do you want to play with us Y/N?" Offered the maknae. "If you are not scared to lose." You threatened him. "Never." "Okay go then." You removed your hoodie which could be annoying to play with. When you made sure everything was okay, you nodded at the boys but both of them were like a bit petrified. At their face, you realized which mistakes you made. "Shit!" "Yu-Yunho did this to you?!" Asked Jongho, pointing at your neck and collarbone. "Jongho shh!" You put your hand on his mouth. "Keep it as a secret." Begged your boyfriend. Jongho removed your hand." Keep the secret about you making Y/N look like a pepperoni pizza?!" "He's right about that though. You made a bunch of hickeys." Yunho rolled his eyes and handed you back your hoodie. "Put it back before someone else see it." "So. Wait. Pause." Realized Jongho. "So now you are into sex?" "Jeez that's awkward." You whispered. "We are not going to talk about it right now and here." Refused Yunho. "We are going to talk about it right now." Replied the maknae, arms crossed over his chest. "Gosh, Hongjoong is that you." You giggled. "Oh yeah, good idea. We should tell our beloved leader." "Nice one Y/N..." Sighed your boyfriend. "It was supposed to be a joke!" You freaked out.

[sibsteria]

valentines [spn cast and characters]

summary: how much do they care for it? what do they do?

warning: fluff, smut-ish, my frazzled single brain

Cast:

Misha Collins:

• he won't admit that he kinda loves it

• he'd definitely cooks

• but always gets distracted

• by you

• if you have kids, they are away that night

• the traditional dinner doesn't last long before you're both attached by the lips

• whatever alcohol is being consumed has a cute romantic twist

• you're up all night

• so many hugs

---

Richard Speight Jr:

• he kind of cares for it

• like, a sweet gesture is as far as it goes

• a gift and a movie

• but also

• he so buys heart printed boxers to make you laugh

• and you do, you laugh so hard

• like, everything is so serious and going smoothly

• and his pants are off and just-

• absolute hilarity

---

Sebastian Roche:

• it's more of a 'if you do, he does' situation

• you'd bake together

• even though he's awful at it

• everything comes out half decent and edible

• he just wants a chill day

• hardly any movement and you don't leave the house

• I repeat

• don't

---

Rob Benedict:

• fucking cringy bitch, he likes it enough to make you blush all day

• writes a small song about you both

• obviously on an acoustic

• he recreates your first date because he's that guy

• meaningful gifts rather than expensive ones

• the affection king

---

Mark Pellegrino:

• he doesn't care for it but will do anything to make you smile

• rolls his eyes at the cringy sexual jokes you aim at him

• but then he makes up for it by bringing them to life at the end of the evening

• y'all just kind of act like it's a normal day

• with more affection

• mostly from Frankie

---

Alexander Calvert:

• thinks he has to impress you, so he tries

• definitely a flowers guy

• the kind to steal kisses at any given moment

• a romantic at heart, but he hides it well

• that evening though-

• the hottest sex you've had in your life

• he wears the necklace

• it's a cold opposite to the heat of the moment

---

Felicia Day:

• when I say valentines, you say romance

• she's the queen of making you feel loved

• she can't pull herself off  away from you

• wine and her romantic spotify playlist

• you wear her t-shirt and nothing else, all day

• the sex? absolutely spectacular

---

Mark Sheppard:

• he cares for it more than he'd like to

• but not enough to give you the satisfaction of a romantic dinner

• did someone say takeout? mark sheppard did

• you don't even care, just not being alone on valentine's is enough (yes I'm looking at you)

• bed ridden and pyjamas

• sweet hugs that last forever

---

Ruth Connell:

• you try your hardest to refuse all the romance

• in no way is she going to let that happen

• chocolates, flowers, candles, dinner, music

• she doesn't waste time

• big softy

---

Characters:

Castiel:

• has no clue why there's heart shaped confections and objects everywhere

• asks Sam and Dean what's going on

• if you two aren't dating he will absolutely ask you to be his Valentine in a traditional way

• valentine's alcohol bottle? check

• sweet card? check

• innuendoes that make you choke on your spit? bingo

• if you are dating already he'll give you a bouquet of chocolate roses

• you'll get him a custom tie with everything he loves on

• pb&j, bees, dean

• he has no idea what is going on, but wants in

---

Gabriel:

• to be frank, he doesn't give a shit, but loves you so-

• he will wear the moustache with or without your protests

• try every line in the book to bed you

• chocolate ! covered ! everything !

• -and that's just for him

• turns your room into a valentine's dungeon, hearts, banners, flowers (so many), everything is pink and red and- ugh

• you hate it but kind of love it

• and you love him for doing this without asking

• he will talk you into some food play with like, chocolate and whipped cream and shit

• you get it in your bellybutton and slap his head away before he can get it, wiping it off yourself

---

Chuck:

• wants nothing to do with the 'holiday'

• you reassure him it's fine and that you don't care

• but your thoughts say different

• so he caves and writes you a poem

• it's the most beautiful thing you have ever heard

• man has a way with words

• and you have your way with him

• the one ability he can't give himself is the love he feels for you

• he hardly says it, but he doesn't have to

• because you know

• from the way he looks at you, treats you, talks to you

• it's so obvious

---

Jack Kline:

• much like Cas, a discussion between him and the Winchester's gives him the knowledge he needs

• omg sweet baby is obsessed with Valentine's day

• he keeps handing you things, one after another throughout the day

• not everything is store bought

• 'I made this for you!' you fucking melt 'I saw it online and- I thought of you, I wanted to make it so I could make you happy'

• but you don't need things to make you happy

• he makes you happy

• and when he hears your thoughts say that he just-

• he almost cries, he hugs you tighter than anyone ever could

• 'you make me the happiest'

• he's just a big bundle of cuteness

---

Lucifer:

• just, no

• neither of you care

• you torment all the couples on dates, making things go wrong

• making them spill things on themselves

• the waiters 'slip' with their food

• a little more sinister ones like- making it look like their s/o is cheating

• and if you don't like that, he will stop

• deep down, it kind of is a date

• two people who love each other to the ends of earth, doing something that makes them happy

• he takes a break from rough fucking to make you feel adored

• even though you always feel adored

• because Lucifer himself, is taking up his time with you

---

Balthazar:

• he asks you if you want to do anything and you say no

• he's so confused and sceptical

• he's lowkey kind of hurt that you don't want to spend romantic time with him, lowkey

• oh, if only he knew your plan

• you ask him if he wants to watch a movie

• he hops at the opportunity to do something with you and goes all out

• expensive wine, snacks, flowers, so many snacks

• he lets you pick

• he looks at you like your his world

• and then Titanic starts

• his soft grin drops and he rolls his eyes

• 'really?' 'really.'

• he doesn't really care though, he has you

---

Crowley:

• tells everyone to fuck off so he can have time with you, completely alone

• he just wants to be loved, and so you do that exactly

• you muster up all your romantic stops, and bam-

• you pester your angel friend to help set up décor and snap up some things

• he has no idea until he actually sees it for himself

• he wants to cry, but uses everything in himself not to

• no one has ever done anything like this for him

• he know your special, and he knows he can't let you go

• that night, if you don't already have it, he offers you immortality

• to be with him forever

• you'd be the queen of hell for eternity

• you instantly say yes with no hesitation

• he is taken back by your acceptance

• but in a heart melting way

---

Charlie Bradbury:

• she loves it when she has you to spend it with

• you send each other valentines card memes throughout the day

• fancy takeout with candles and music

• bathing together because intimacy

• you but new lingerie

• so does she

• 'love that colour on you' you make her blush so much

• she likes to think she hold the reigns in the relationship

• she is so wrong

---

Rowena MacLeod:

• like, no

• she'll kiss you like her life depends on it but

• not much goes on

• you might treat each other to a stamina spell so you can really stay up all night

[ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa]

Addicted to You

Part V: Beast of Burden

Summary/Author's Note: Let's have some happy shall we? You flash back to one of your earliest memories with Frankie. You and Will have a heart to heart. (Thank you guys so much for your amazing compliments and feedback. It means the world.) ((also dear god I love this gif so much, the hair, the wind, the hand gestures, the way he says “--FUCKING ANDES, MAN”)) gif by @pascalplease 

**There is a Top Gun reference in here because y'all cannot sit there and tell me it's not Fransisco Catfish Morales's favorite movie--so, if you've never seen it, it might seem out of place or left field but I PROMISE it is fitting.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Pope's Sister! Reader Word Count: 4.4k Warnings/Rating: R/18+ -- feelings, heavy petting, thigh riding, fingering, Frankie's giant hands, all the kisses, hurt/comfort, YEARNING AND PINING, long lost love, language, Frankie is made out of pure HUSBAND material, y’all, fucking tom

Part I * Part II * Part III * Part IV

[MASTERLIST]

The two vehicles drove one behind the other for most of the morning. You watched the sun come up through the dense tree line, little slivers of golden flashes of light through the lush, green leaves that made you smile slightly in its beauty. Seeing the sun, knowing that the distance between you and Lorea's mansion was growing by the minute, made you finally be able to draw a deep breath without feeling like you were going to crack a rib in the process. The panic had subsided, but afterwards came the muscle fatigue and unadulterated exhaustion of being that tense for that long. Your eyes were heavy, but you couldn't sleep, not yet. 

Frankie eventually let go of your hand, needing both of them to turn the steering wheel on some of the switchback roads in the heart of the jungle, but as soon as the road turned straight again, his hand was a warm and gentle weight on your thigh. It was as if he thought the moment he stopped touching you, you would cease to be real. Maybe he was right--maybe his touch was the only thing keeping you centered in your own existence right now. 

"You should sleep," he said quietly, glancing away from the road to look at you then back. 

"I can't." 

He squeezed your thigh and nodded. "You look exhausted."

You chuckled softly and smiled halfheartedly. "I've been awake for the better part of three days, Frankie. If I didn't look exhausted, I would be worried."

He grinned in return, thankful that you at least we're starting to sound like your old self. You both still had a long way to go. He selfishly longed to see that spark back within you, the one he fell in love with--the one that gave him courage and the strength to do just about anything, including getting out of this fucking jungle. 

He pulled into a very old, rundown airstrip hangar and you sat up a little straighter, taking off your seat belt as he threw it in park. A small yellow beat up gremlin was parked off to the side where a pretty woman and a man leaned against the open hatchback.

"Who's that?" You asked.

"Pope's informant. We owe her big time."

You looked at her and suddenly was overwhelmed with the idea of not knowing what to say. She looked so normal, a civilian that should have been far away from all of this chaos and yet here she was, playing a huge part in the fact that you were still alive. 

Frankie got out of the van and walked around the front to open the door for you as he held out his hand. You nodded your thanks and gripped it, leaning on him more than you would have liked, but god dammit you were tired. 

"Your girlfriend is here," Frankie nodded towards the yellow car as Pope hopped out of the second SUV. 

"Girlfriend?" Now that made you smile as you raised an eyebrow at your brother who blushed.

"Shut up," he said flatly before walking over to them. Frankie chuckled and shook his head. 

He put his hand in the edge of your hair at your temple, gently running his thumb over the side of your forehead as he looked you over. "I gotta start weighing these bags. Go sit with Will. I'll be close by," he added before you could protest, with a wink and a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“Okay,” you said softly and he hesitated for a moment before drawing you into the circle of his arms and sighing heavily. You clung to his shirt and breathed him in and he hugged you so tightly you felt compressed, but you weren’t about to tell him to stop. “Frankie--” you focused on the way he smelled, like humidity and sweat but underneath it all it was still him, solid and warm. “If you keep hugging me like this, I’m going to lose it and I can’t--I can’t right now.” Your voice faltered towards the end and you balled his shirt into your fists.

“Do you want me to stop?” he mumbled against your hair and the very idea brought tears to the front of your eyes. 

“God, no,” you let out an exasperated laugh and he squeezed you tighter. You pulled back slightly and wiped your eyes on the back of your hand, giving him a smile. With each touch he offered, your heart felt lighter, but then again that had always been one of Frankie’s powers over you. 

“Fuck!”

Both of you turned as Benny got out of the SUV and slammed the door shut, kicking the tire. Will and Tom followed suit but shut the doors normally, adjusting the strap of their rifles and packs. “What?” Tom snarled at Benny and the younger man threw his arms up in the air.

“What do you mean ‘what’? That was a shit job back there and you know it! We don’t leave messes like that!” Benny was seething. Frankie felt you tense and he let go of you slowly and turned to the other men. 

“Hey--Ben, Benny!” He raised his voice and the younger man looked at him. “Take a walk--relax.” He rubbed his hand down his face and glanced at you apologetically as Benny threw his pack down and laced his hands on top of his head, breathing deeply and walking into the grass. 

“If no one cares,” Will put a hand to his left side and winced. “I think I’m gonna sit.”

“Let me help,” you said, jogging over to the blond and he smiled slightly. 

Tom and Frankie started unloading the duffel bags of cash onto the giant rusty scale that sat under a dilapidated awning. Will sat down on a concrete ledge that connected to a retainer wall and he cursed quietly, when he moved his hand away from the wound his fingers had a few drops of fresh blood on them. “Shit,” he sighed.

“You got another bandage kit?” you asked, dropping down to one knee and starting to unzip his pack for him.

“Yeah,” he nodded, wincing again as he pulled his shirt up to examine the wound further. “You don’t have to--”

“Hush,” you said and he laughed, making you return it. Will had one of the most infectious smiles and laughs of any of your brother’s crew. 

“I missed you, ya know? We all did.” He watched as you lifted his shirt out of your way and removed the first round of gauze that was bloody and soaked through. 

“I missed you guys, too. It’s been a long time.” 

“Too bad we gotta get the gang back together for this--haven’t any of us heard of like a barbecue or something?” he joked. You laughed but didn’t respond, focusing on trying not to rip any of the new clotting off as you cleaned the area, ripping open more gauze with your teeth and spitting the packaging out onto the ground. “You know who missed you most though, right?” he asked, nodding towards the scale as Frankie and Tom continued to toss bags onto it. 

“Tom?” you asked and she threw his head back and laughed.

“Smart ass,” he shook his head. “He worried himself sick. I’ve never seen him like that.”

“I know.” Your voice was nothing more than a whisper as you could only imagine how Frankie felt the last few days. 

“All these years--” Will waited until you had placed the new bandage and sealed it off with medical tape and a wrap around his waist before he spoke again. “He never stopped loving you.”

“Will..”

“No, I’m serious. And if both of you are too stubborn to admit it and are going to make the rest of us point it out, then fine.” He dipped his head slightly, making you look him in the eyes. “That man is going to fucking love you until the day he dies, and I’m not telling you what you should do but,” he shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. “If you feel the same, I can’t think of a better time to say something than after almost dying in the fucking jungle.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, plopping down on the wall beside him and tossing the rest of the unused cloth into his pack. “Yeah, I know. You’re right.”

“I know I am.” He said flatly and you punched his arm.

“Shut up, Miller.” 

--

Many Years Ago Somewhere Back in Dallas TX, USA

You had met Frankie Morales a handful of times, always in passing and always hanging back behind the others with a beer in his hand and his ball cap pulled just low enough to hide under--a move that he had perfected over many years. He was quiet, sweet, and incredibly handsome. For some reason, unknown to you, they called him ‘Fish’, must have been a military thing, because to you it was dumb.

You brother’s military friends were loud, boisterous, and could drink themselves under the table if they truly wanted to. You had asked Santiago about Frankie and he had just grinned and nudged you in the ribs until you blushed and told him to just forget it. That night however, you sat in the lawn chair, laughing with your family and stealing glances his way. And when you saw your brother pop him two beers and nod his head towards you, you wanted to crawl under the table. Despite the embarrassment of your brother playing both matchmaker and wingman, you squared your shoulders and smiled up at him as he offered you a beer. 

Conversation with Frankie was easy, once you got him talking. He was content to let you ramble on and watch you with a small smile and those kind, brown eyes. But once you found something he was interested in, well, he came alive. One beer turned to two, and then to three, and the next thing you knew the two of you had hopped up in the bed of his truck, feet dangling over the tailgate, watching the fireflies in the tall grasses of the field that belonged to the farmers down the street. Since then, fireflies and the smell of summer time honeysuckle always reminded you of the first time you kissed Frankie Morales. 

“And how long have you wanted to do that?” you smiled as he gently bumped his forehead against yours and stole another quick peck. 

“About the better part of a year,” he chuckled. “Can I do it again?” 

“I would be upset if you didn’t.” You grinned and slid your arms around his neck as his hand slid around the curve of your waist and he laid you back in the bed of the truck. 

His lips were soft, but his kiss was as hot as the summer air. He slid his tongue over your lip and you opened your mouth to receive him with a soft sigh of content. You wanted to bury your fingers in his dark hair, so you knocked his cap off and did just that. The action seemed to spur him on as his knee came up slowly between your thighs and started to push up the hem of your dress. 

“That okay?” he asked against your lips and you nodded, pulling him more firmly against the front of your body. 

His actions made you feel bold, feel brave in a way you had never felt before. He was a brave man who had seen a lot of the world, and you wanted him to show it to you. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him again before he moved down to nose your neck. 

"Mhmm," you smiled and closed your eyes and you felt him suck a kiss against your pulse point. "That's nice."

"Yeah?" He mumbled against your jaw and pressed his knee further into the apex of your thighs. When you shamelessly started grinding against the front of his jeans he let out a groan that made you giggle. 

"Roll over," you said and he relented, moving onto his back and grabbing your hips to drag you to straddle his waist. You could feel how hard he was beneath the denim and you put your hands on his chest and rode him, letting the shape of his cock rub against your panties under your sun dress. 

"Fuck, sweetheart, come here," he sat up as you leaned down, crashing your lips together. His big hand cradling your face as his fingers threaded through the edge of your hair. His other hand disappeared under your dress and hesitated.

"Yes, Frankie, yes, go ahead. Please, touch me." You said breathlessly before he could even ask permission. At your words he dipped his hand down to cup your mound and he let his fingers part your folds.

"You're so wet. Is that because of me?" He grinned because he knew the answer to that.

"No, it's because of the other guy I was kissing in the bed of his truck." You tried to joke but gasped as he sunk one of his thick fingers inside of you.

"That so?"

"Shut up," you slapped his chest and he laughed, deep and genuine. Despite the fact that his hand was buried in your underwear, his laugh and boyish smile is what made you blush. Shit. You were in trouble.

You bucked your hips against his hand and moaned as he added a second finger and moved his thumb up to rub your clit. His hands were so fucking big, it made you wonder what was tucked carefully into those tight Levi's. You looked down at his handsome face, lit by the moonlight and the single street lamp at the end of the dirt road. It made you kiss him again, closing your eyes and really savoring the taste of his mouth. His fingers curved inside of you and sped up, pressing and rolling the pad of his thumb against your clit. 

"Right there, oh, fuck, Frankie don't stop." 

"I love it when you say my name." He nosed your cheek and the feeling of his beard against your soft skin gave you chills. 

"Frankie," you sighed again and it made him move back to devour your mouth as if he could eat the word from your lips. You bounced lightly in his lap against his hand, brushing his clothed cock with the inside of your thigh and it made him grunt. 

When you came it was a soft cry against his cheek as you clung to his shoulders and felt your pussy clench around his fingers. It was sweet, tender, and exactly what you needed. When you opened your eyes, he was already looking at you and grinning. You started to speak but were cut off by another male voice.

"Hey, Fish!"

"Shit!" You whispered and Frankie wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned back in the truck bed. You stifled a laugh as you landed against his chest and he pulled his hand from under your dress. 

"Shh, shh," he chuckled and put a finger to your lips. When you realized it was one of the fingers that had just been inside of you, you sucked it in your mouth down to the knuckle. He groaned, and whispered quietly, "You're killing me, princesa." 

"Fish! I can see your boots, man, I'm not a moron." Will called from the fence line that lined the field where his truck was parked. 

"Fuck," Frankie said, leaning his head back with a sigh. "What!" He barked and you gripped the front of his t-shirt, giggling again. 

"We're heading out and wanted to know if you were com--wait a second. That better not be Pope's sister in there! Just sayin'," he laughed and you felt your cheeks get hot.

You sat up from your spot on Frankie's lap and popped over the edge of the truck. "Fuck off, Will Miller!" Frankie yanked you back down and you fell into a fit of giggles as he rolled on top of you again.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" He called and you were laughing so hard you let out a snort and Frankie looked at you in gleeful surprise that just made you laugh more. 

"I'm not getting involved in this," Will shook his head and chuckled. "Just wear a fuckin' condom, and maybe some kevlar when you tell Pope."

Your jaw dropped and you buried your face against Frankie's chest and he chuckled as well. "So much for being discreet." You both waited, silently daring each other to make a move as you listened to the sound of Will's retreating boots in the gravel road. 

He dipped back down and kissed you again, slow and deep, as you reached for his belt and started to undo the buckle. His hand covered both of yours as he stopped your movements. "Wait--"

"What?" You asked, suddenly worried that the looming idea of your older sibling finding out had ruined your chances with him. 

"Can I--uh. Can I take you to dinner?" 

You bit your lip as you felt the heat rise to your cheeks once again. "I was right."

"About what?"

"You are the sweetest man I have ever met," you smiled and leaned up to cup his face and kiss him again. 

"So, is that a yes?" He mumbled against your mouth and you nodded.

"Take off your pants, Frankie."

--

You thought about the night you first kissed Frankie and wished it could be that simple again. Both of you were just kids. Your world revolved around scraping by to pay the bills and fucking in the cab of his truck. God, you missed that truck. 

Will hopped off the divider wall as a small plane landed and the guy who he had paid to provide transport got out to shake his hand. Frankie eyed the puddle jumper with disdain and threw his hand out towards it. 

"The fuck are we gonna do with that thing?" He asked, looking at Tom in question as you came to stand behind him. The whirring of a chopper drew their eyes to the lush tree covered mountain as their real ride crested the landscape and Frankie gave a sigh of relief. "Now, we're talkin'."

The wind from the blades whipped the tall grasses and anything not secured blew freely. Your hair covered your face for a moment and you hastily dug a hair tie from your back pocket and secured the strands. Frankie and Tom set to getting the large, canvas drop net secured to the bottom of the aircraft but you knew by the tension in his shoulders there was already a problem.

"This won't all fit in the net!" Frankie yelled, stopping Tom from putting more bags in. "If you want more it needs to go in the body!" 

"It'll fit!" Tom said back and Frankie shook his head.

"If that scale is even close to being correct we have six thousand pounds here!" Frankie said as the rest of the men approached them both to find out what was going on. "That's 250 million dollars!"

"We stole 250 million dollars?!" Benny said with a giant smile on his face. "I'm definitely getting that fucking Ferrari!" He grabbed a bag and headed for the chopper. 

"That's not the point--fuck," Frankie looked at Pope, desperate for anyone who would listen. "If that scale is right, we're gonna have a weight issue!"

"What's the issue? This helo can carry 9,000 pounds!" Tom said, gesturing to the helicopter and you saw the vein jump in Frankie's neck. They weren't fucking listening.

"That's 9,000 pounds at 2,000 feet...we have to fly over the fucking Andes, man!" Frankie literally stomped in place and threw his arm out towards the mountains.

"Are we really going to leave 200 million dollars on the fucking runway?!" Tom asked and you couldn't take it anymore.

"That's better than being dead, Tom!" You said, taking a step forward.

"You don't get a vote," he snapped, pointing a finger at you and Frankie clenched his fist and moved you behind his body.

"Enough!" Will said, putting his hands out and looking between the two men. "We need to decide now. What are we gonna do?"

Frankie let out a deep breath and rubbed his hand over his hat and down to the back of his neck. You watched as his forearm flexed, the vein in his neck was back, popping out with his rising frustrations. He finally shook his head and held up his hands in defense. "Okay. Okay. She'll make it. Let's go!"

"Frankie," you touched his arm but before you could say anything Tom gestured to the two people leaning against the yellow car. 

"What about them?" He jerked his thumb back indicating Pope's informant and her brother. "We're already overweight as it is!"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me-" you started but your brother was already a step ahead of you. 

"We promised them a ride over the border into Peru! She's the reason I got my sister back! Now, I'm going to help her get out of this fucking country with her brother--like I promised! No exceptions!" Pope waved his arm telling them to follow him into the helicopter. 

Frankie put his hand on your lower back and gave your hips a boost to get you inside the craft. He helped you sit down and pulled the straps of the harness connected to the wall over each of your shoulders as he crouched in front of you. His face was scrunched in thought but you knew it wasn't about the complexity of the safety belt, he could do that with his eyes closed. No, you knew what it was about.

"We're not going to make it are we?" You asked flatly and he looked up at you.

"We will. Because I said so." He snapped the buckle shut and jerked on the strap by your breast making sure it was secure.

"Frankie, you're the best pilot I've ever met. If you say it's too much weight, then it's too much weight." 

"Yeah, well, Tom's the one in charge."

"Tom can kiss my fucking ass," you snapped and his lips tilted up slightly in a grin. 

"There's my girl." He used his knuckle to give the underside of your chin a gentle kip. 

You put your hand on his chest and took hold of the fabrics of his button up and pulled him to you for a heated kiss. It was much more than the one at the mansion had been. You opened yourself to him and he took the hint and shoved his tongue in your mouth like you wanted. The slight twinge of pain you felt from your busted lip was worth the sound that came from the back of his throat. It was rough, it was wet, and it was two years overdue. When you pulled back you saw the spark of confidence back in his eyes that you had hoped to put there.

Kissing Frankie always made you feel small, but not in a bad way, like you were protected, like you were safe. With his arms boxing you in and his weight pressing gently against you, kissing Frankie felt like being home. And he was as close to home as you were going to get this deep in the jungle.

"Get us out of here, Mav," you said, and he chuckled at the nickname he had not heard in a very long time.

"You got it, Goose." 

He gave you one last kiss on the forehead before finally tearing himself away from you and heading up to the cockpit where he was needed. Since he had found you in Lorea's mansion, this was the most physical distance that had been between you and Frankie and you didn't like it at all. Pair that with the knowledge that despite his protests and being the only one in the group with his fucking pilot's license, they had ignored his concerns about the weight--yeah, your heart was starting to beat pretty hard. You took a deep breath and laid your head back against the metal wall. 

You looked up as Pope helped the informant sit next to you. He buckled her in the same way Frankie had done you and the action made you smile.

"You okay?" Pope called over the noise of the chopper and touched your arm.

"Yeah, I'm okay," you nodded, squeezing his hand and watching him go to the front to check on Frankie as the Miller brothers slammed the side doors shut and took their seats. You glanced to the woman at your left and suddenly was at a loss for words. How did you even begin to thank her for everything she had done? For the risks she had taken? She may have gotten something out of it but it still didn't change the fact that you were alive because of her.

"He's your brother?" She said, nodding to Pope's retreating form.

"Yeah," you nodded.

"He is a good man. I need you to know that." She said, her voice cracking a bit and it made your chest tight. 

"I know." You put your hand over hers and gripped it, simply because it seemed like the right thing to do. "Thank you." The two of you leaned back as the helicopter started to lift in the air and rock back and forth gently.

What else was there to say?

--

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[satanisnotapogostick]

no tenderness director's commentary, requested by @girlkingsam. under a cut for all the warnings that were on the fic itself (violence and discussion of rape mostly). go wild y'all

It starts with a couple beers in the bunker. Dean and Cas have already gone to bed, Rowena is almost certainly lurking somewhere among the artifacts, and Jack has been put down for the night.

Gabriel and Sam are left in the library, halfheartedly thumbing through research that isn’t going anywhere. Certainly it can wait until the morning.

*waves hand* There’s a Plot going on somewhere in the background. Don’t think too hard about it.

Gabriel looks up and catches her eye.

“Look, Sam, in the Cage—”

She stops him with a wince and a shake of her head.

“Just, don’t.”

He nods.

A few more minutes pass before Sam slowly closes the book and leans back, meeting his eyes.

“So.” She feels her heart racing. Even after everything, it still feels like such a sin, like this is what will bring the divine fire. “You got any plans for the rest of the evening?”

This is integrated into teen mom AU so like this version of Sam very much did not have sex until marriage. And then all of the events of Supernatural happened and turns out maybe that one wasn’t such a big deal after all but the gut feeling is totally still there.

Gabriel looks confused for a second but then smiles slowly, leaning forward. “I can think of a couple options.”

I had in my outline notes: Gabriel tries to bring up Lucifer and Sam distracts him with sex. That is very much the dynamic that is going on here.

She swallows the instinctive rush of fear and takes another swig of beer. Keeps her voice steady, calm and husky.

“Why don’t we take this to my room, then.”

The fear is one of the little phrases I’m quite happy with in terms of the context above. First of all, I think Sam is still afraid of sex full stop. But also Gabriel is an archangel and Lucifer’s brother. This should actually be a scary situation for her even if she’s initiating it.

She stands up and Gabriel follows the motion. Leads her down the hall with a hand on her back.

When they reach her room, Gabriel spins her lightly and backs her into the bedroom, kicks the door shut behind him. She pushes him back against the door, kissing him for the first time. She has to crane her neck down to reach him, but it’s remarkably human. No spark of grace in her mouth, just flesh and spit. She runs her tongue against his bottom lip, thinking of the stitches that were there not too long ago.

She might be a woman but she’s still taller than Gabriel. Nonnegotiable. Also whenever she makes an observation about Gabriel there’s an unspoken comparison, of course.

Gabriel grabs her thigh and uses the leverage to pin her against the door instead, dipping his head to bite at her neck. She hisses, lets her head fall back. With hands on her hips and waist, he turns her around to face the door, mouthing at her shoulder as his hands dig in almost painfully at her hips. She braces herself against the door and leans into his touch, seeking the sensation. An idea forms. A way to make sure they’re truly alone.

It was also important to me that she’s not the only one bringing any violence whatsoever into the bedroom, even if she takes his love bite and immediately raises him murder.

“Kill me.”

“I—what?” His hands still.

“Not permanently. I just want to make sure that I’m out, you know. That he won’t bring me back, that he’s not watching.”

This of course is a moment from one of the posts that inspired this all. “oh sam asks gabe to kill him and then bring him back. just to test it out and see if lucifer will let him die or is secretly out there waiting to drag him back to life”

“And you want me to bring you back instead.”

“Well, yeah, that’s the point.” She turns her head, looking back at him. “Five minutes. You can do whatever you want in the meantime.” She presses herself back against him to communicate the point.

Gabe laughs. “I’m not a necrophiliac.”

“You sound so certain. So you’ve tried it, then?”

“You’ve been alive as long as I have, you’ve tried a lot of things.” He looks at her. “I saw the first death, you know.”

“And you’ll see mine, too.” Gabriel’s hands have loosened, so she turns around in his grip to face him. She guides Gabriel’s hand to her neck, leans into it. “Do it.”

He doesn’t look convinced, but he wraps both hands around her neck anyway.

There was a choice between regular smiting and an uncomfortably sexual death, but the latter seemed necessary given that this is all literally happening in the middle of a hookup.

It’s relatively quick and easy, as easy as death can be. Sam’s been choked out before—he’s definitely taking away some of the pain, the fear and panic. There’s only so much that he can do, though. She tells herself not to fight it, but that’s easier said than done, and she’s gouging at his arms before she goes limp.

When she comes to, she’s laid out on the bed. She gasps involuntarily, clawing her way upright. Where is—right. Okay. Here she is.

Gabe is watching her with tight eyes. She composes herself and smiles wolfishly.

There was the question of how into any of this Gabe would actually be, versus like weirded out and confused. I was expecting more of the former going into this, but it wasn’t happening that way. Because he’s pathetic and cowardly but he’s not actually sadistic per se. So he’s not going to stop this especially if he thinks this is what Sam needs but like, it’s not where he would have gone with it.

“So it worked. We’re really alone then, no hidden cameras. You gonna join me?” She pats the bed next to her.

He walks over and sits on the bed between her legs, tearing off his shirt. She runs her hand up his torso, feeling the heat of the skin. He leans over her, pushing her back down onto the bed. She goes easily, sighing.

He slides a hand up her shirt and she presses into it, raising her leg alongside his torso.

“Come on, I know you got more than that.”

He snaps his fingers and silk ties appear in his hands. She reaches out to touch them.

“No, rope instead.”

The silk changes to heavy fraying rope. He looks at her uncertainly.

Because like, Gabe actively avoids pain and discomfort, that’s his whole thing. But because of the whole situation, Sam has to be the one stepping on the gas.

“Isn’t this going to hurt?”

She stares at him like he’s an idiot. “Well, yes, that’s sort of the point.”

He looks at her for a second. She unbuttons her shirt, slides it off her shoulders, and he shrugs. The ropes appear at her wrists, binding them tightly above her head.

LOL I definitely forgot a sentence here. I’ll fix that late but the context I’m missing is that he tied her hands before taking off her bra.

“You’re an angel, just fucking cut it off. We’ll deal with it later.”

A snap and a knife appears in his hands. He cuts the bra loose, nicking her in the process. Blood wells up in the center of her chest. He dips his head and licks it up, then moves to lick at her nipple.

Sam laughs, wriggling under the movement.

“Not sexy, man, I just stopped breastfeeding like 3 months ago. Nipples are a no go right now.”

Gabe laughs, sits back.

“The tradeoffs of getting a hot MILF in your bed, I guess.”

Oh I do not like the word MILF actually like it’s so porny. Like older ladies are hot we don’t need to be weird about it. But Gabe is a creepy porn man so I had to have him say it. Also I was not planning on making this have like, a postpartum moment. But he was licking her nipples and it just didn’t seem right to let that go without saying something.

He moves down her stomach instead, flicking open her jeans.

This is the exact moment where I almost gave up. Keep your jeans on!!! And that is why we get our first timeskip over the action.

After he eats her out he releases the restraints. The ligature marks are red along her wrists, and he runs his fingers along them.

She kisses him again, tasting the salt and acid of herself in his mouth. He palms at her breast and she moans into his mouth. He returns in kind. She climbs entirely out of her jeans and underwear, and he unbuttons his own.

Oh this is super unclear huh. The implication is that her jeans/underwear were pushed down for easy access and then she removes them entirely afterwards. I’ll go back and edit that later.

She pushes him down, holding him down by the throat, and straddles his waist. He removes his pants eagerly.

“We don’t need a condom, right? You’ve got that under control?”

“I’ve had a vasectomy, both literal and metaphysical. And angels can’t get syphilis. We’re good.”

I just thought that was funny. Also condoms aren’t sexy but she’s not reckless enough to just not mention it at all.

She nods, and takes him into her hand. He bucks up into the touch, and she grins. She eases him inside of her, gasping at the sensation before she starts moving.

A few thrusts later and Gabe takes control again, wrapping hands around her waist and knocking her back on the bed.

He flips her over, twisting her arm behind her back. It pops loose from the socket with a sickening noise and she screams, more from the shock than anything.

Another part from the posts! It was a little bit of a challenge to integrate this one in, but it had to happen during the act itself. I’m not entirely sure that the escalation is earned, but Gabe was having a harder time really getting into the violence than I had anticipated so this was a necessary way of forcing his hand. Plus you know the Winchesters have had every joint dislocated in their time so it’s not too much of a stretch that this could accidentally happen.

Gabriel is immediately off of her, putting his hand on her shoulder, ready to heal. She shrugs him off. The motion sends sharp pains all down her arm and collarbone.

“Not yet,” she pants. “Not until we’re finished.”

“As in…”

“Happy ending and all.”

She shoves back with the captive shoulder, shakes him easily. Pushes him back onto the bed, climbs back on top to straddle him.

“You soundproofed this room, right? We can be as loud as we want without Dean barging in?”

He strokes her hips, looking up at her.

“I mean, yeah, but that wasn’t exactly the type of noises I had in mind.”

She shrugs. There’s something like concern in his eyes. It pisses her off. He doesn’t have the right to pity her.

Another one of my favorite little moments. This sentiment is why this encounter is even happening at all!

“You can’t tell me you’ve never experimented.”

There’s a pause, then--

“What did he do to you?”

One thing I really enjoyed about writing this is that Lucifer’s name is never mentioned but any time any of them say “he” they both know exactly who they’re talking about, no context needed.

She rolls her hips. Gabriel moans at the movement.

“What do you think? I’m sure you were imagining it, after you faked your death again. What do you think he did to me? Tell me.”

Gabriel’s voice is thin.

“He tortured you, didn’t he. I saw what he did with the woman, the demon. The first one, Lilith. How he made her.”

“And what did he do to her?” Sam’s breath is coming harder now.

I’m so sorry for making this conversation happen literally between like pants and moans, like genuinely sorry, but it’s what the scene demanded.

“He turned her inside out.” Gabriel pants. “That was his favorite. He would cut into her skin and pull it off.”

A classy amount of flaying!!!

Sam taps her sternum, where a speck of blood still remains. “This is where it would start, the vivisection. He would peel my skin off, or crack my ribs and then have me eat my own heart. He would put his hands inside of me, inside of my ribcage, trace the sigils that Castiel put there. Scrape them off with his teeth.”

I’m happy with that little detail, too. I’ve never seen the sigils referenced in any cage fics but it just came to me while I was writing the sentence and yeah he would totally do that. You thought you could hide from me? Etc.

Sam breaks off, breathing heavily. She leans forward onto Gabe’s chest. He strokes a hand across her back softly, looking horrified but hanging onto every word.

He both like really wants to hear this and really doesn’t you know which like. Again is the dynamic that is the reason any of this is happening.

“The torture wasn’t all. He’d fuck me, too. Get inside of me a different way, like you are now. Make me ask for it, beg for it.”

She punctuates each word with a roll of her hips, increasing the pace. Gabriel tenses underneath her, and she can feel him come inside of her. There are tears in his eyes.

Sorry!! This is another one of my posts although I cannot find it to cite it. But Sam tells Gabe about the Cage during sex and he cries. So.

She relaxes, pats his stomach in some sort of halfhearted apology.

He deserved to hear it.

Just like, his coming back makes the previous seasons a betrayal in retrospect. Like where the hell were you, you know? She deserves to be super angry at him about that.

He flips her over, and she hisses in pain and pleasure both.

“Asmodeus preferred beating. It only took me a year to crack under the torture. I wasn’t used to pain. Hadn’t experienced any in millennia. I was soft.”

I had to go onto the wiki page for Asmodeus and look at the pictures of Gabriel and just kind of feel out what vibes I got of what Asmodeus would do to him and the vibe I got was a lot of punching and kicking. If I’m off don’t tell me.

Sam looks up at him through her lashes.

“Do you want to learn? How to take it?”

Fucked up little moment. Seductively asking if someone wants you to torture them.

Gabriel nods.

“Okay, then.” She strokes the side of his face, down to his chest.

“I’m going to open up your chest, okay? You’re gonna be fine. I’ve got you, I’ll walk you through it.”

He nods again. “Okay.”

This is like. I thought the violence would happen more during the sex and some of it did but Gabe wasn’t really getting into it so I had to improvise. I like this better though, it feels more in character.

She takes the knife back from him and starts. Teaches him how to breath, when it’s helpful to scream and when it’s best to just stay silent. To learn what your own limit is. You don’t have to be scared as long as the person with the knife isn’t going past that. You can relax.

And the fact that like they both are thinking of this as a favor that she’s doing for him.

When they’re done, Gabriel is clammy and sweating. He dry heaves over the side of the bed, but there’s no actual food in his stomach so nothing comes up. Sam strokes his back.

He sits back up.

“Thank you. And I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have the right to apologize to me,” she says tightly. He nods.

He nods a LOT in this fic but sometimes you’re just nervous about putting your foot in your mouth you know. Because so much has to be left unsaid.

She breathes.

“There you go. You feel alive now, don’t you.”

She slides off bed, kneels between his legs.

“May I?”

This BJ was thematically important to include because I needed the torture to be in the middle of sex, not after. And I needed some element of like, aftercare without it actually being personal, comforting, or helpful.

When she’s done, Gabriel heals her shoulder. He knits the skin back together, cleans up the blood, removes the bruising from her neck. She asks him to leave the bruises that would be covered by her shirt anyway.

Also she does all of this with an actively dislocated shoulder. Do not forget.

When they’re lying in bed, afterwards, he snaps and a pack of cigarettes appears in his hand. Unfiltered, the old kind. He hands one to her.

“Cigarette after sex?”

She laughs, takes the cigarette from him.

“You’ll remove it from my body, right? It won’t affect Jack, no secondhand smoke or anything?”

“It would take a lot more than a single cigarette to do shit to Jack, you know. But yes. I’ll take care of it.”

I just think that after all that Sam worrying about the effect of secondhand smoke from one single cigarette on her magical devil baby is very in character. This came to me on a walk one night and was actually the moment where I was like oh. I gotta write this.

They smoke in silence, staring at the wall, unwilling to meet each other’s eye.

It’s gotta end badly. It’s gotta. They never sleep together again and they have wrecked any possible chance at friendship, and both made themselves feel worse. That’s what it’s about, baby.

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Chapter 1 - Small Beginnings

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Pairing: Joel Miller × Female!Reader/OC

Summary: Joel, Ellie and the reader start their month long journey to Jackson. Although it takes time for the reader and Joel to get to trust one another, things develop quicker with Ellie.

Word Count: 5.668

Warnings: Canon typical violence, detailed description of bloodshed/gore and death; PTSD related events and some sexual tension ;)

Author's Note: Here goes another part of the series! There's this one bit where the reader and Ellie are sleeping, I was kind of inspired by that one scene in the beginning of Lady Bird where Christine and her mom are sleeping, so... Anyways I hope y'all like it 🥰

Enjoy!

Moving out of Carmel and Indiana altogether to Illinois was quite the challenge but it didn't take you all too long to reach a city named Peoria. The route Joel had picked was crawling with infected and you had to take detours to avoid them, barely having any time to rest; but when you reached the city in question, it turned out to be awfully quiet there. Although Joel knew you were special forces, he was impressed with your precision and combat discipline - but of course he kept it to himself.

"The weather is getting colder," Ellie commented when you all settled down on a secure, empty house- the sun was beginning to set.

Before you left the building in Carmel a few days ago, Ellie had fetched Kurt's backpack while Joel and her were collecting some ammo from the room he was held in. You couldn't look at your teammates' dead or infected bodies, you couldn't dare - it would've been too much to take in all at once. All you had asked of Joel and Ellie was to close their eyes if they were possibly open, and waited for them at the other end of the hall, crying quietly. Joel gave you your rifle (it had your name on it and it was left on the same table as Kurt's backpack) and Ellie handed you Kurt's bag with his stuff in it.

"I thought you might want to have this," she had said with melancholic eyes.

You smiled and thanked her. She clearly wasn't aware of who Kurt was and what he meant to you. He had his famous jacket and blade rolled up in the bag, a few supplies and ammo and finally, a picture of both of you on the front pocket. He was like a teacher and guardian to you, you wouldn't have survived this long if it weren't for him and knowing he was no longer with you destroyed you, stabbed you in the guts and made you feel sick. Of course you had to swallow it all down and wait until either you reached Jackson or met your maker on the way.

"Hey, why don't you wear this," you took Kurt's jacket off and tossed it to her. "It should keep you warm at night."

"What about you? You're more exposed than I am," Ellie objected as you were still in your undershirt. It had more blood on it than it had while you were in Carmel.

"I saw a clothing shop around the corner," you smiled and grabbed your rifle from the table in the living room. "I'll swing by quickly, see if it still has some clothes in it and I'll get us all something warm."

"You're not going now," Joel entered the room. "The sun is setting."

"It hasn't yet and I'll be quick, don't worry." You turned to leave but Joel stopped you. "It's right around the corner, you saw it. We need new clothes, Joel."

He hesitated for a moment, then moved out of the way. He often forgot you were as quick as a snake in grass.

You cleared out the single runner in the store, which had no legs and had his spine following it around like a tail. The store was quite empty at first, but you checked a couple of rooms in the back and found a lot of clothing from the "autumn collection". There was a tricolour raincoat that could fit Ellie, you also grabbed a black blouse for her and moved to the women's section. You quickly started feeling the texture of every blouse you came across (your options were more limited comparing to the kids section) and eventually grabbed a dark brown blouse, then searched through a bag of jeans. There were only two left, one your size and the other significantly bigger. It felt weird, finally getting your hands on normal clothes.

Just before you moved onto men's clothing, your eyes landed on the underwear section for women. You began digging through it but there was no normal underwear left. What you had was dark coloured thong's and brazilian's and matching bra's.

"Yeah... Who'd wear these in the middle of the apocalypse..." you muttered to yourself and groaned. You had no other choice but to take them and you hated how fancy they were, with their laces and everything.

You made sure to grab Ellie some underwear too and you wished you were as small as she was, for children's underwear looked more comfortable and normal. You felt odd at first, wondering how she'd react, but she needed clean clothing as much as you did.

You moved to another room, dug through men's section which was also quite empty. The only things left were plaid, lumberjack shirts and a sack of black t-shirts, so you immediately grabbed one of each.

You quickly sneaked back to the house, praying that you wouldn't get into trouble as your cargo was quite heavy.

"That was quick," Ellie told you as you set your rifle aside once more, making Joel wait outside the room as you handed Ellie the clothing you got for her.

"Told ya," you smiled. "These are for you... I uh, I hope you don't mind that I got this too."

You showed her the underwear and her eyes widened: "Oh, um- thank you."

Although it was a bit awkward, Ellie was grateful nevertheless. While she got dressed, you went to the room Joel was in.

"I got something for you too," You announced as you walked in. "It's not much, the shop was completely ransacked, but it should do."

"Oh," Joel, surprised, took the clothing and studied it before quietly saying: "Thanks."

You smiled shortly and moved to leave, but his voice stopped you: "Uh, I don't wear XXL..."

You turned around and smirked: "Oh, my apologies, did you really think I was focusing on the size while looking for something to wear?"

Joel sighed and nodded: "Right... you got yourself some stuff?"

"Of course I did," you rolled your eyes. "Finally, kissing this nasty thing goodbye."

Joel's lips turned upwards slightly, then you walked out. He actually appreciated the way your undershirt hugged your frame. You were built quite well, body resembling one of an athlete's - thanks to the torture like training you'd gone through pre and post outbreak. Joel shook his head, what the hell am I thinking, and began changing.

You walked into a bedroom with a mirror and sat down on the bed, slowly removing your undershirt. It used to be white and decorated with different stains, now it was completely red.

You froze at the sight of your body - it was almost completely covered with dried blood and bruises, your mind immediately reminding you of the events that happened dayss ago.

----

"Well, well, well; if it isn't our fish out of water lads..." you heard the all too familiar British accented voice behind you as two hunters pressed you down to the floor along with your teammates. "You really are hard to kill, eh? Well, well done Gabe."

You struggled against the men who were holding you down, spitting blood on the floor.

"Gabe! You son of a whore!" Maxim, the teams sniper, yelled and earned himself a punch in the gut. You breathed furiously against the floor, anxiety rising as you had a few ideas on what you were going to face, watching Gabe walk over and greet the leader of the group.

"Move them upstairs," the leader commanded and the hunters dragged you off the floor to your feet. You tried to escape but they were built like an ox - you doubled over when one of them punched you in the gut, blood coming out of your mouth. "Put them in the room to the right, except for this one..."

He walked over to you slowly and grabbed your jaw tightly, making you growl and spit on his face: "This one goes to the room on the left... She'll be my special guest after I gut all of her teammates."

And with that, he wiped the blood off his face and sucker punched you, making your vision go black.

----

"(Y/N)?" You heard Ellie knocking on the door. "Can I come in? I have your jacket."

You quickly walked to the door and hid behind it before opening it: "Thanks Ellie."

You closed the door once more and muttered to yourself: "I can't wear these before I get cleaned..."

The only thing you missed about the Boston QZ was the showers. They were cold and you didn't have any soap, but in the end you still got cleaned.

You quickly walked into the bathroom connected to the bedroom and digged through the cupboards to find something - anything to help you get rid of the blood. When you couldn't, you tried for the bath aimlessly. You were caught completely off guard when water hit your face, so you shrieked.

"Holy shit," you breathed heavily, too surprised at the water streaming out to hear Joel's footsteps bursting in through the room.

"(Y/N)?!" Joel called for you when he walked in and saw your discarded undershirt. "Are you-"

"I'm fine, there's water here!" You spoke excitedly, but suddenly the water almost stopped pouring. "Oh no."

"What?"

"The water's stuck, I think?" You tried to pull the shower head out but it didn't work. "Quick, pass me my knife!"

"Where is it?"

"In my bag!" You pulled harder on the showerhead as he went through your bag, only to come across your new set of underwear. He froze at the sight, but immediately grabbed the knife after you shouted Quickly Joel! His eyes widened even more when he saw your half naked state, but didn't stop from going in and giving you the knife. You got into the tub and cut the showerhead off, water immediately coming out and pouring onto your body.

"Ah! Shit-" you gasped at the cold touch of the water and stumbled out, body completely soaked.

"Son of a bitch," Joel stared at the bathtub in awe before turning to you and looking you up and down. "I guess you, uh, you should go first. Keep it short."

"Yes sir," you rolled your eyes.

Joel quickly walked out, his stomach doing a flip, almost bumping into Ellie.

"What happened?"

"(Y/N) found some water in the bath..."

"Shit, really?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck yeah!" Ellie exclaimed. "Our luck seems to be turning ever since she joined us, huh?"

Joel didn't make a comment even though, when he looked at it, you really did bring some luck with you.

You quickly washed your hair and cleaned the blood off with your fingers as fast as you could - your arms, chest, lower body, legs...

"You've got to be kidding me..." You smiled when you got out and came across towels in a cupboard in the bedroom. You dried off and called Ellie once you were dressed up, letting her know it was her turn.

While you waited on her to finish, you went over to Joel: "Do we have any bandages left?" You showed him your arms and wrists: "They're not quite healed yet."

Joel looked at you from where he was seated - you looked so different in normal clothing and with your hair down and wet, he almost thought you looked real pretty.

"Yup," he cleared his throat and proceeded to bring some out of his bag. "Sit here."

You sat across him on a leather couch as he applied the new bandage: "This place is so weird, it's almost untouched. I found some towels and more clothing you might wanna see in the wardrobes."

"M-hm," he hummed, then moved onto your other arm.

"It's feels so good to be out of those clothes," you smiled, trying to make conversation. "If only there were some socks, I'd be complete."

"Yeah... like the little set you got for yourself?" Joel (actually) teased, making you blush.

"How did you- Oh, right..." You remembered he had to rummage through your bag to find your knife. "They were the only ones left!"

"Right..."

"I mean it! Do you think I'm in the position to impress someone in the middle of an apocalypse?"

"I'm just messin' with ya," Joel smirked slightly and looked at your face once he was done. "Did you by any chance come across jeans or something in those wardrobes?"

"Pants, shoes, underwear- as I said, this place is untouched." You replied and pulled your sleeves down as he got up and left.

The journey from Peoria to the outskirts of Omaha, Nebraska was mostly uneventful. Every day you gained more strength, keeping watch more than Ellie and Joel as Joel seemed to trust you a little more now. You had also discovered that Joel's brother, Tommy, was waiting for them in Jackson. He used to be a Firefly that you helped here and there - you used to send aid whenever you could to the Fireflies, as you thought they served a better cause, but that vision got destroyed once Tommy and a few others quit. You worked with him quite often and were surprised to find out that him and Joel were brothers - for multiple reasons.

"Uh, was Tommy by any chance a Firefly?" You had asked one day, cutting through a shady looking buding in Bloomfield.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"I used to help them get around FEDRA a few years ago- how come you ended up separately?"

"Wait, what-" Joel began, but the sounds of clickers interrupted him. "Shit."

You immediately raised your rifle and got into position in front of Ellie: "Stay behind me."

It was just two clickers on the entire floor - you made it out without breaking any sweat. You decided not to ask about Tommy again, not getting to hear the rest of the story until you reached Jackson.

It had been approximately two weeks ever since you left Carmel, now you were in Omaha, clearing out yet another apartment to rest in. You hated breaks in buildings, you preferred lakesides, where the water was calm. What you liked about the country and the route was the abundance of lakes and rivers. You got to clean yourself more often, wild life was mostly around it so you didn't starve and it was safer around water - unless it was a stream. You always walked far away from streams, it earned you a few questions but you always managed to avoid them.

Joel was less grumpy with you each passing day. What Ellie had said about luck when you found water in the shower stuck with him, as the road was mostly clear for the three of you; not encountering large groups of Hunters or any herds for a couple of days made things a lot easier. Comparing to his journey from Boston to Carmel, Joel had to agree you were like a good luck charm.

There were a few clickers on the floor that needed to be sweeped. You and Joel moved side by side through the corridors, quietly taking out the abomination. You slowly walked through a door and swept the room with your eyes quickly.

"Clear- through here," You whispered. Just as you were inspecting a crack on the ceiling, a deafening shriek filled your ears and two clickers fell through the crack, bringing half of the ceiling down with them. You jumped backwards to where Joel and Ellie stood, tripping and falling on your back, grunting as quietly as you could. Suddenly, you felt Joel's hands under your arms, dragging you up and away from the wreck. He backed the both of you up to the corner of the room as the clickers slowly got up. Ellie quickly hid under the desk on the other side of the room, but you couldn't get a hold of your footing while trying to keep an eye on her and bumped right into Joel, pushing him into the corner completely with your back pressed tightly against his body. You were breathing too heavily, Joel had to put his hand over your mouth. The closer the clicker got to you, the more you pressed yourself against him. You bit your lip and slowly took out your knife.

The clicker, after making its distressing and obnoxious noises inches away from your face, turned around and walked over to the other one.

You sighed as best as you could with Joel's hand over your mouth, his breath coming down hot on your neck and ear, making you shiver involuntarily. This situation could've been better if our lives weren't at risk, you thought as Joel slowly removed his hands from your waist and mouth. You immediately went for the kill, decided it was too risky to stay here, then moved to another floor.

"Phew," Ellie had said once it was safe. "That was way too close."

"Yeah," you replied, slightly shivering at the memory. However you weren't sure if it were your closeness to Joel or the clickers almost falling on top of you that made you shiver this time.

Days later, somewhere near the Wyoming border, you found an empty cabin in the forest. You'd just escaped a herd and decided to hide there until it passed entirely. Luckily, they were coming from Wyoming; you would've had real shitty luck if it were the other way around.

You had been keeping watch for the past two days so you barely got any sleep, you were restless and tired, so Joel took watch and gave you and Ellie some time to rest.

The cabin was very small, it had only one double bed in the only other room connected to it. You both laid down and just as your eyes were about to close, Ellie started asking a variety of questions which were unrelated to each other, eventually putting you to sleep with her hushed voice. Ellie had really grown on you and you could tell she liked you too. You cared a big deal for her and, as you'd grown older and spent every day with her, she really brought out a motherly side to you; which wasn't entirely bad but it wasn't too good either.

A few hours later you woke up for a brief moment, out of the blue. You were facing Ellie: She was asleep, her body rising and falling slowly. She looked so adorable and at peace like this, it made you smile. You carefully brushed a strand of hair out of her face and watched her for a while, slowly slipping back to sleep.

----

"Please... let her go!" you whined.

"Shut her up!" The man growled and one of the men who were holding you punched your side, making you cry.

Your vision was blurry, but not blurry enough to keep you from seeing the scarring images of your teammate being tied to a tree next to a stream by her ankle. She was passed out, beaten by the group of Hunters who held you captive, so she couldn't do anything but let them throw her unconscious self into the water.

"No! No! Please!" You sobbed, blood pouring from your mouth.

You watched her drown in the stream, crying helplessly. Your only hope was Kurt's tracking skills finding you before she drowned completely - however minutes passed, which felt like eternity, but Kurt didn't show up. You cried and begged, but they didn't listen.

"My, my. What a devoted leader you are... But don't worry darling," that annoying, triggering British accent laughed. "You'll be joining your girlfriend very soon."

You watched as they cut the rope around Felicity's ankle, and watched as her body brutally hit the rocks and fall down the waterfall; making you scream: "NO!"

----

"(Y/N)," you woke up again to the hushed voice of Joel.

"Hm, what's wrong?" You whispered sleepily.

"Your turn to keep watch, c'mon."

Ellie greeted you when you got up and left the bed for Joel to rest, commenting on how much you slept. After awhile of hesitation and silence, she asked about who Felicity was.

You tensed at the mention of Felicity, you must've talked in your sleep.

Felicity was your best friend. You knew her since forever -ever since you were children in kindergarten- and you both enlisted after school was finished. You went through everything together, you survived for twenty years in this mess; until one day you two were ambushed while scouting a new area. It was your first encounter with the same group of Hunters that ambushed you out in Carmel. Felicity's death was the reason why the new recruit, Gabe, was brought to Alpha One.

"Maybe some other time, Ellie," you said weakly. You felt sick to your stomach, like you did when you stepped outside and saw a glimpse of one of your teammate's corpse.

"Are you alright?" Ellie asked. "You're very pale."

"Yeah, I just... I just need to lie down, I think." You ran your fingers through your hair, feeling dizzy.

"Why don't you go lie back down? I can keep watch." Ellie offered. "I'll come wake you up if something happens, I swear!"

"No, Ellie," you gave her an apologetic smile. "I'll stay for a bit, if I feel worse I'll go, okay?"

"Fine," she huffed and settled on the edge of a window across you.

Nausea hit you like a tidal wave after only 10 minutes and you launched yourself out of the cabin, Ellie hot on your heels. Kneeling under a tree and getting what little food you had in you out, you doubled over to the ground after you finished vomiting, which was overdue. Ellie helped you back inside, brought you your water and walked you into the bedroom where Joel was long passed out.

"Call for me if you need anything."

"Alright, you too." You replied after reluctantly lying down next to Joel. "Hey Ellie?"

"Thank you sweetheart." You smiled as best as you could when she turned around, then returned the gesture.

----

"The legendary Alpha One leader, (Y/N) (L/N)..." the man walked around you as his goons tied your ankle around the tree like they did to Felicity. You barely had any power to fight back with your beaten up state, but the shock of your best friend's death and your fate being decided by a bunch of Hunters had adrenaline pumping through your veins. "Look at 'er still kickin' lads! Ha ha! Like the dead fish she is!"

"Fuck you! Fuck- I'll fucking get you, you son of a bitch, you hear me?!" You struggled against the pairs of arms holding you down, right above the stream. "You'll fucking die! I'll kill you for this!"

"Don't be funny lass," the man laughed. "Last time I checked, I wasn't the one with a rope around my neck- or my ankle, if you prefer. Show her what we do to people who try to interfere with our business, lads!"

And with that, you were thrown into the water.

You held your breath at first contact, but the water kept going against your nostrils. You tried to swim to the surface, but you realised you couldn't really move your arm. You groaned and let out some of the air you'd been holding at the realisation that your arm may be broken. Was this really how you were going to die? Was this really it? Your body felt like it was going to explode with the amount of adrenaline and shock and the rest of the emotions you were going through, ready to give up. Just as you were indeed ready to give out, however, you felt yourself being dragged by the ankle. Were they cutting the rope or-

With one hard pull, you flew out of the stream with a loud gasp, choking on water as you landed on your back.

"She's alive! My god she's alive!" You heard Kurt yell and rush to your side. Guess this wasn't how you were going to die after all. "I got you darling, I got you."

You gasped for air, looked around for hunters only to find the rest of Alpha One slowly approaching your position. Knowing you were safe, you relaxed and began sobbing violently: "It's okay (Y/N), I'm here, you're safe."

----

Your eyes slowly fluttered open at the sudden overheat. Your body was turned to the left, but with more weight on it. Something hot was blowing against your face and something else was pressing down on your waist. You slowly got grip of reality, only to notice that it was Joel partly cuddled up against you. Your eyes widened but you couldn't really move - his arm was loose around your waist but you didn't want to wake him up

This is nice, having some sort of physical contact which didn't pose a threat-

Stop... you thought to yourself, but then realized how your forheads almost touched.

Shit shit shit...

Your face scrunched up at your situation, cursing yourself internally for being so weak and getting yourself almost ill to end up sharing a bed with a man you'd only known for, what, two weeks?

And he was somewhat cuddling you in his sleep. How did he even know you were next to him?

He suddenly shifted a little, getting impossibly close to you, his hand almost touching your rear and making you feel uneasy. Your teeth were going to crush and your jaw was going to lock up if you stayed like this any longer - this made your imagination run wild, involuntarily of course.

It had been somewhere near 15 years since you got involved with any type of romantic and sexual activity, you were touch starved and Joel was incredibly attractive -impossibly so- with his deep voice, handsome face; all the muscles hidden under that green shirt of his... He was rough; he had this air of dominance to him which got you flustered from time to time. But what also attracted you to him was the possibility of a soft side, hidden deep beneath tough layers of walls built over the past 20 years.

You were involuntarily getting turned on when his hand was practically on your ass so you cleared your throat, more quietly than you had intended, to which he didn't respond. God fucking dammit-

"Look at you lovebirds! Ew..." Ellie's comment woke him up instead, you acting like you were sleeping as well so neither of them suspected a thing.

"Oh god," you moved away as Joel mumbled an apology, retreating to his own side.

"I'd say get a room, but-" Ellie continued but Joel interfered.

"Just-" Joel gave that one impatient glare of his you got so used to, making Ellie immediately stop talking.

"Okay, okay!" She raised her hands defensively. "Well, I thought you should know, I think the herd passed."

"You think?" Joel and Ellie went outside quickly, but you stayed exactly where you were, sat on the edge of the bed.

You were disciplined and certainly had self-control, but you never had had the time to grieve anyone properly. You just pushed it away and stayed strong for everyone in Alpha One, you realized how you never made grieving an option for yourself. It wasn't the first time you had lost someone of course. Your parents, friends, people you were acquainted with in a variety of places... but Feliciy drew the line and Alpha One crossed it with it's entirety. You really needed to get to Jackson, you didn't know when you would slip and lose your composure altogether.

Joel walked back in to tell you that it was time to move, but halted when he saw you still sitting at the edge of the bed. He felt embarrassed, he felt like he probably triggered a bad memory.

"Hey... You alright?"

"Yeah yeah, just, gimme a second," you said, swallowing back the urge to cry.

"Look, I'm sorry, I- I wasn't doing it knowingly," he tried to explain without tumbling over his words.

"No it's fine, really," you spoke and turned to face him. It was more than fine, in fact. As awkward as it was, it made you feel a type of warmth in you which you hadn't felt in quite some time. "I um, I shouldn't have invaded your space-"

"Nonsense," Joel interrupted immediately, taking a step toward his side of the bed. "Ellie told me you got sick, you had every right to rest."

You were expecting him to be angry with you for leaving Ellie by herself with a herd passing only miles away, but you reckoned he was more embarrassed than angry. You couldn't blame him, he never acted soft, ever, this must be truly awkward for him.

"We gotta move," Joel cleared his throat and reached for his bag on the floor. "You feelin' alright?"

"Yup," you partly lied. "Let's go."

And so continued your journey, onward to Jackson which was at the other end of Wyoming. Joel and you had very few chats after what happened in the cabin, only really talking when Ellie started up conversation.

One night, days later while you were in Casper, getting sidetracked for the umpteenth time, Joel joined you in watch while Ellie slept.

"Y'know, you sometimes talk in your sleep," he started conversation as he sat across you.

"So I'm told." You pursed your lips, memories of Felicity starting to resurface in your mind.

"You kept mumbling a woman's name," Joel tried. "Was she your..."

"I don't wanna talk about it," you snapped, more because you were scared rather than you were angry. You were scared, because you knew it would hurt once you started talking.

"Okay," Joel looked away. Ever since you started travelling with them you'd been nothing but nice and caring toward him. Even though you were ex-military. You felt so human to him, as if you weren't in an apocalypse. Most people lost themselves and their humanities in the past 20 years. He'd seen god awful things, including the slaughter of your team, but a piece of human still remained in you. He'd seen how you were with Ellie and he really appreciated how you treated her like a little sister... or even like a daughter from time to time. He knew from the beginning, deep down, that he could somewhat trust you when Ellie first told him your stories at the QZ... but one can never be too careful.

"So," you felt bad for snapping at him, so you tried to change the subject. "You and Tess smuggled her outside the QZ, for what?"

Joel visibly got tense at the mention of Tess' name, so you backed off. "Nevermind."

Joel didn't say a word but he thought about you. Once you were in Jackson he had to tell Tommy, that meant you were going to find out why him and Ellie were out in road sooner or later anyway, but he picked later for now.

"I, uh..." you tried again, cringing internally. "I want to ask you a few things, but they all might connect to something in your past, so..."

"Yeah," Joel nodded. He was both surprised and amused at your honesty.

You stared at him for a while as he stared at the small fire in front of you. You really did want to get to know him a little, but getting to know people have been like walking through a minefield for the past twenty or so years.

"I reckon you were a soldier before all this?" He asked out of nowhere.

"Yup- spec ops." You nodded. "What about you?"

"I, uh, I was a carpenter."

"Really?" You asked in disbelief.

"What?" He looked offended.

"No, I mean it's just that- you're this big rough guy and- shit, I dunno, I expected something else?"

"Rough guy, huh?" Joel chuckled. "What did you expect?"

"Anything but a carpenter... though I can see it now, with the shirt and everything."

You both chuckled. Joel bit his lip and stared at the ground for a while before giving into his curiosity: "I can't help but ask... how old are you?"

"Now that's not a very ideal question to ask a lady, isn't it, Mr. Miller?" You smirked.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry ma'am." He mocked and rolled his eyes.

"I'd say... around my late thirties?" You had no clue about precisely how many years it had been since the outbreak. "I was twenty when I joined special forces, six months later everything went downhill."

"I'd hate to break it to ya, but I think you're either forty or forty one."

You gasped: "Shit, already? What about you?"

"That'd make me around... God damn..."

"What, fifty?" You laughed.

"Something around that..."

You immediately stopped laughing, cheeks heating up a little. He can't be fifty!

"Forty eight," he mumbled.

"Well, if it's gonna make you feel better, you look a lot younger." You smiled.

"I can say the same for you. I thought you were no older than thirty-five..."

That was the first time you'd had a conversation other than the route. A genuine conversation about each other's personal lives- on some level anyway. It felt nice. Conversations like this with Joel, although brief, took your mind off things. Ellie's too of course, but sometimes she got a little too curious for your liking, but you weren't rude about it in anyway. And that's basically how it went until you reached Jackson: Watching each other's backs, small talk about the stuff that didn't relate to his and your background and slight teasing here and there. You became more comfortable around him after that night and he seemed to be getting more comfortable and trusting as well. You knew you shouldn't be getting too attached, as you knew you wouldn't be seeing them again after they left you in Jackson, but you couldn't deny the fact that they kept you going - that they kept you safe.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

I Could Be Your Sometimes Part Thirteen

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Notes: I hope y'all are having a good week :) Rating: Explicit; 18+ Only Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Warnings: Infidelity and sexual content.

If you dislike this, please don’t read. Thank you.

Chapter-specific warnings: Cursing; dirty talk; semi-public sex; spit as lube; possesiveness; slight dom/sub dynamics; slightly degrading language; oral sex (female receiving); vaginal fingering; vaginal sex; unsafe sex (wrap it up, kids, make good choices); creampie.  

Summary: The text interactions that Neal and I had were limited to ‘how are you’ and ‘fine’; he’d tried to ask me out, and I had told him that I wasn’t going to be able to see him.

Here’s the thing about Loguidice: The guy did not know how to take a fucking hint.

He’d reached out a couple of times after we fucked. Thing was, immediately following that night, Andy and I had gotten around to doing...What we were doing. It wasn’t that it had happened because of Neal; I wasn’t some prize that the two were fighting over, this wasn’t some stupid game of tug war that the two were playing like they had been like that day at Harvey’s. Even if Neal had been under that impression somehow, there was no contest: I only wanted Andy.

The text interactions that Neal and I had were limited to ‘how are you’ and ‘fine’; he’d tried to ask me out, and I had told him that I wasn’t going to be able to see him. I hadn’t said why, but I’d implied that I was way too busy with work (which was actually partially true). How this had come up in conversation when he’d run into Laurie, I had no idea. How he’d managed to convince her that he and I had a good connection was beyond me. How she’d managed to make these plans without running them beyond Andy for a simple common sense check was beyond me. The fact that I was sitting at a table on a double fucking date? Unbelievable. After seeing Laurie’s name on my phone screen, I’d basically fallen off of Andy’s lap and run to put my robe on as if she was going to tell me that she was waiting outside of my front door, and to let her inside because she knew exactly what was going on. It was nothing of the kind, of course; she was on a shopping trip with Jacob two towns over, just wanted to see if I was available on Saturday because she had ‘a bit of a surprise’ for me. I’d laughed nervously and asked her what the surprise could possibly be, all while looking at Andy for any kind of explanation. He’d been shaking his head, just as in the dark as I was. “Well, I know you’ve been on Tinder and things lately-- And you haven’t started seeing anyone seriously, have you?” “N-No, I’m not seeing anyone--” “Well, there’s someone that really likes you, and I was thinking we could all have dinner together! You know, to make it less awkward.” “...When you say all have dinner together…” When she’d said all, she’d meant the four of us sitting at Melting Pot and silently daring each other to be that person that took the last bread roll. Frankly, it was about to be me, just so I had something to do with my mouth. I had hardly spoken more than five words since we’d sat down; Neal and Laurie had been carrying most of the conversation, which suited me fine. The way we were situated, Neal was seated across from me, Andy beside him; Laurie was sitting beside me and across from Andy. It was impossible to sneak glances at Andy the way we were; it was easier to crane my neck to look at Laurie, and less painful than trying to make small talk with Neal. 

“How long has it been since you guys have seen each other?” Laurie nudged my arm with hers. “Oh… The Christmas party, I think,” I answered, reaching for my drink. Neal met my eye and smirked. “I think it was the morning after,” He retorted. I fought the urge to look away; he might take it as coy, when I was, in fact, really fucking annoyed. “Oh my god, really?” Laurie’s eyes were wide with moderate scandal as she turned to me again, “You didn’t tell me that.” “Well, I don’t really send around a newsletter of my sexual encounters. It would have very few subscribers and published maybe twice a year,” I gave her a tight smile before taking a sip from my cocktail. I heard Andy snort from the other side of the table, and I let my eyes dart to him for a moment. He was looking down at his plate, but he was grinning. I felt a leg brush up against mine under the table, and for a moment, I thought that it might be Andy's. When the foot didn’t hook around my ankle, though, I knew that it was Neal’s. I met his eye and he smiled, shooting me a wink. I arched a brow before lowering it, reaching for the last roll. --

Relief didn’t come until halfway through the meal. It came in the form of one Aydan Brock, the owner of one of the three gourmet pet treat bakeries in Newton. I groaned when my phone rang. “I’m so sorry guys-- if I let this go to voicemail, he’s gonna sic his hairless cat on me the next time we have a meeting,” I excused as I stood, taking my phone and heading for the front of the restaurant, planning on taking the call in the front entryway. It would be chilly, but I didn’t want to pile on my thick coat and all of my winter gear. I answered the call, against the chilly glass and listening to Aydan compliment the piece that we’d put in the Newton Herald. I glanced back at the table now and again, raising a brow when I saw Andy get up from the table. He met my eye as he walked toward the table, and I saw him tilt his head toward the back a little bit. I looked back toward the table quickly and, seeing Laurie and Neal immersed in conversation, I followed Andy. I went the long way round, weaving through tables on the other side of the restaurant. “Uh huh… Well of course, Mr. Brock,” I was saying as I rounded the corner to the restrooms. I frowned. This was where Andy had gone, wasn’t it? Or did he actually have to go to the bathroom and did I mistake the head tilt for-- A hand shot out from one of the three unisex bathrooms, gripping me by the wrist and pulling me inside. I sucked in a sharp gasp as Andy shut the door behind me and locked it. “Mr. Brock, I’m so sorry, but I’m going to need to call you back,” I said quickly, “I’m getting a call from--from Nora,” I added as Andy leaned down, pressing kisses to my neck, “I’d be happy to pick this up tomorrow--Mhm! Of course-- Thankyoubye--” I pulled the phone away from my ear, thumb viciously tapping over the red phone button until it hung up. I tucked it into the pocket of my skirt before I reached up, cupping the nape of Andy’s neck. “What are you doing?” I breathed. “What’s it feel like?” The words were muffled against my neck; they tickled. “Losing your mind is what it feels like,” I shuffled my feet apart as Andy pressed a thigh between mine. “Feels like that a little bit to me, too, shit,” Andy lifted his head, resting his forehead against mine, “Can you keep quiet for me?” “Depends on what you’re planning, Barber.” Andy tipped his head to the side, nipping at my lower lip before he stepped back. His hands slid over my hips before he turned me, pushing me toward the sink. I went, glancing back at him questioningly. He reached down, taking hold of my hands and placing them on the edge of the sink.   “Keep these here,” He growled into my ear. My eyelids fluttered as I nodded. I glanced under my arm as I watched Andy drop to his knees. He pushed my skirt up before he dragged a finger along the seat of my tights. He pinched the flimsy fabric between his fingers before he ripped it apart. “Not too much,” I laughed a little, “I don’t want runs going down my le-eeegs, fuck,” My chastising descended to a hiss as Andy pushed my thighs farther apart and leaned up, mouthing over my my clothed mound. I bit my lip, curling my fingers around the cool bowl of the sink and letting my head fall forward. I felt Andy’s fingers peel aside the fabric of my underwear before his mouth tease along my lips, sucking hot, wet kisses from my hole to my clit. I squeezed my eyes shut, torn between focusing on the heat of his mouth and keeping myself quiet. Andy groaned against me and I bit my lip, stifling a moan as I pressed my hips down against his face. He leaned away for a moment as he slipped a finger into me. “Feel so tight,” He murmured, pumping his finger into me slowly, “You’re gonna feel so good on my cock, angel.” “I want it,” I mumbled, “Andy, I want it so bad--” “Yeah?” Andy pushed himself off of the floor and reached out, gripping my wrist and bringing my hand down to cup him through his jeans. I looked down through bleary eyes, fumbling with the zipper on his jeans and reaching into his pants. “Fuck, you seriously went commando, Barber?” I brought my hand back to my mouth, licking my palm before I reached down, pulling Andy’s cock out of his jeans. “Unlike some people, I like to be ready for anything.” “Well if Neal took me home, I wanted him to have to work for it.” Andy growled again, turning his head and biting down on my clothed shoulder. “Don’t you dare,” He murmured, pressing a second finger into me and curling them, “Don’t you dare, angel-- Only person that’s fucking this pussy tonight is me.” “What if I just let him kiss it a little? Oh!” I gasped as Andy’s fingers fucked into me more harshly. “If that’s the plan, then I’ll stop right now,” Andy warned. I shook my head quickly, jacking Andy’s dick at the same speed he was fingering me. “I want it, Andy, please, please!” I whined. Andy pulled his fingers out of me and stepped closer to stand behind me. I let go of his cock, setting my hand back on the sink as he teased the head of his cock along my slit. “Condom?” He asked. “I don’t have anything with me-- I’m clean, are you--” “I am, but-- Are you sure--” “Andy if you don’t stick your dick in me right now, I will go out there and sit on Neal’s, I swear to god--” Andy shushed me, pressing his slick fingers into my mouth. I lapped over them, moaning at the taste of myself on his skin. I watched him in the mirror as he eased himself into me; I saw his eyelids flutter shut, sweet, pink lips parting with a quiet groan as he bottomed out. I was teetering between pain and pleasure; we were rushed, Andy had stretched me out, but if we’d had some more time, he could’ve given me another finger. “Fuck,” He sighed, “Fuck, angel.” He leaned against me, wrapping his arm around my middle and burying his face into my hair. I leaned my head against him, feeling myself adjust to him.  “You feel so good,” I whispered, “I feel so fucking full, Andy--” He groaned, rolling his hips experimentally. I bit my lip as I squeezed down on him. We froze as there was a knock on the door. “Andy? You in there?” Neal. “Yep,” Was Andy’s quick, flat answer. There was a pause, then -- nothing. Andy met my eye in the mirror, arm unwrapping from me and pulling his fingers out from my mouth. He lowered that hand to the sink beside mine. “We’re gonna have to be quick,” He murmured, “Think you can be a good girl and cum on my cock when I tell you to?” I was glad I was sandwiched between the sink and Andy because my knees damn near buckled. Andy nodded, pulling out most of the way before easing himself back in. He kept his eyes on me as he went on, “Yeah, I know you can. You're always so good for me, you know that? Even when you’re being a bossy little bitch, you’re so good for me.” I bit my lip, struggling to keep my eyes open and on Andy’s. I wanted to watch him, sure, but I also wanted to close my eyes and just feel. “I wanted to take my goddamn time with you, you know?” His hips worked faster now, “Wanted to spread you out, make you cum on my tongue, my fingers, two, three times before I fucked you. Wanted to do this right, damnit… He didn’t fuck you like this, did he?” He added, lowering his head to hiss the question directly into my ear, “He didn’t fuck you this hard, this good--” I shook my head and Andy chuckled, “Doesn’t matter, anyway, cause when you were bouncing on his cock, you were thinkin’ about mine.” “Andy,” I pleaded, squeezing my eyes shut finally. “Oh, I know you were, pretty girl,” He murmured, “You’re gonna be thinkin’ about it all night, too. You’re gonna go back to that table and you’re gonna be dripping with me. And all I’m gonna be thinking about is getting back between those thighs and having my fucking dessert,” Andy reached down, fingers rubbing tight, fast circles on my clit. My jaw dropped. I tipped my head forward, the feeling building in the pit of my stomach. “You gonna cum?” I nodded quickly. “That’s it-- Good girl, milk my cock, angel-- fuck,” Andy leaned over me, pressing his face into the back of my neck as I came, squeezing around his cock. He kept pumping his hips, kept moving his fingers as I felt him spill into me. I let out a high whine, unable to help it as my hips stuttered at his continued ministrations. “Andy-- fingers-- too much, please,” I mumbled weakly. Andy’s fingers stilled, sliding away from my clit and sliding to my tight-covered thigh. Andy straightened slowly, easing out of me and gently sliding my underwear back into place. I glanced back at him, knowing full well that I looked glassy-eyed and fucked out. Andy smiled as he tucked himself back into his jeans. “You alright there, angel?” He murmured. “Mhm,” I nodded. “Good girl,” He murmured, sliding my skirt back into place, “Lemme make sure the coast is clear. I’ll knock once if it is.” I nodded, pushing myself to stand up straight as Andy went to unlock the door. As he stepped outside I reached down, straightening my shirt and brushing my hair back from my face. I looked flushed; maybe I could pass that off as the cold? Andy knocked once and I stepped out into the hall. “I’m gonna sneak out through the kitchen and take a walk around the parking lot,” I said. “Alright,” Andy nodded. He gave my ass a swat before turning down the hall. I shook my head, looking after him before I turned to go the other way. When I finally returned to the table, Neal and Laurie smiled up at me. “I’m so sorry about that,” I said, sitting down. “It’s alright! Andy said he ran into you and you looked really busy so they put your food under a heat lamp,” Laurie said. I nodded to Andy. “Well thank you for that.” “Sure,” he winked. Bastard. “We were actually already talking about dessert,” Neal added, “I’m not sure if you’ve looked yet.” “Uh-- No,” I said, picking my drink up for another sip, “What looks good to you guys?” “I was thinking about the Boston cream pie,” Andy offered, tone dripping with nonchalance. I could’ve killed him. Tag list  @fanficadddddict69  ; @nina-sj ; @rosalynshields ; @what-is-your-wish ; @chris-butt ; @aubreeskailynn ; @angels-pie​ ; @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss 

[volturi-stuff]

My Love

Alec Volturi x Fem!Reader

Part four

A/N: This is long. And I'm just saying, it's been four months since you arrived in Volterra. And this part is just super fluffy! Y'all aren't really for the next part, hehe!

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Alec pulled you out of the door, leading you outside. "Where are we going?" You asked still hand in hand with Alec. Everytime you held his hand it just felt, like it was supposed to be there. Like two puzzle pieces connecting together. But at the same time you just wanted to be in his arms. You had fallen for the charming vampire at your side.

"To a cafe." Alec responded.

"I already checked with the masters, it's okay. And you haven't asked to leave this castle like, at all." Alec said giving you a strange look.

"I thought you meant eating in the kitchen or something, I feel safe here." You mumbled.

"You shouldn't be so trusting of the others." Alec said.

"Why?"

"Um, they are vampires as am I. Alec paused. "Just don't be so trusting of the others okay?" Alec said seriously.

"Okay."

You arrived at the cafe, it was open twenty four hours a day. You were glad because it was twelve at night. Your sleep schedule was messed up. Did you even have a normal sleep schedule? You couldn't remember.

Alec grabbed a tiny table near the window, while you got a coffee, and a muffin. You had no idea if you liked that stuff, but it was worth a try. You sat next to Alec at the tiny table.

"So, red hair?" Alec asked, you knew he was talking about the vampire.

"Like fire." You said looking down at your hands.

"How are you so... In control, around me?" You asked changing the subject.

"It's not easy, you're my blood singer, so it's even harder. But I can't lose you, I Iost everyone I ever loved in my life except for Jane. I have to be in control." Alec said getting serious.

"I'm sorry," You said scooting your chair away.

"No, Mi Amor, come back. I'm fine!" Alec said pulling you back over to him. "Besides, while you were avoiding me, that gave me time to build self control." Alec said slightly smirking.

"Thank, Beth then." You said sarcastically.

You couldn't see his eyes, because of the bulky black sunglasses he was wearing to hide his beautiful red eyes.

"Best friends, remember?" Alec said nudging your arm. You giggled and poked his side.

"I have I question, did you clean my wound?" You said pointing to the gash on your head.

"Yes, I did. And I'm gonna have to do it again apparently." Alec said with a smirking.

"I can do it." You said.

"Are you sure? Because I didn't know if you knew how, considering what happened and all." Alec mumbled.

"It's fine."

"And oh, speaking of Beth, how do you feel about shopping?" Alec asked.

"I don't know." You mumbled looking at your hands that were folded in between your legs.

"Welp, you are going to the store with Beth Friday because, Mi Amor, you need clothes. You can't keep wearing my shirts and the same pants every day." Alec said smirking at you.

You blushed, you hoped he didn't notice.

"I like your clothes, they are comfortable." You said swatting his arm.

"Why the hell did you hit me?" Alec asked sounding slightly offended, he sat up straight in his chair.

"Because, I don't need a reason." You said crossing your arms. You both broke out in laughter. You loved his laugh.

"Whatever." Alec mumbled. You were both so wrapped up in the moment, you didn't even realize the lady bringing you your food.

"Here is your drink, and muffin." She said shooting you a kind smile.

You took a sip of your coffee, as the lady spoke again.

"You two are cute together." She said.

You spit your coffee everywhere.

"No, we aren't together." You muttered out quickly taking another sip of coffee. You were blushing so hard you probably looked like a strawberry.

"Yet." Alec mumbled. And you spit your coffee everywhere again.

"I'll get you some napkins." The lady said walking away holding back her laughter.

"What is wrong with you?" You whispered.

"It's the truth." Alec said smirking. That damn smirk.

"You are so red right now." Alec said putting his hand over his mouth to hide his smirk.

"Shut up, Alec!" You hissed covering your face in embarrassment. The lady came back with the napkins, Alec cleaned up the table.

"Was your coffee good?" Alec asked moments later.

"What I had of it." You mumbled, Alec let out a chuckle.

You got up from your table, and Alec opened the door for you.

You started walking towards the castle when Alec pulled you in the different direction.

"Hold on, we aren't done yet." Alec said putting his arm around your shoulder. You just stared at him.

You and Alec joked the whole way there. It was like you were the same. You had fallen for the charming vampire you grew to be best friends with. You thought back to the conversation back at the cafe. He said 'yet' did he like you too?

"We are here, stop thinking." Alec said. You were standing in front of a beautiful fountain. It was rusty and it had red roses growing on the side of it. The moonlight reflected off the water, like a fairytale.

"Alec," You mumbled. "This is beautiful!" You said turning around quickly and you hit his chest hard. You almost fell to the ground, but he caught you and pulled you tightly to his body.

"Careful, Mi Amor." Alec said inches away from your face. The words he spoke, left butterfly's in your stomach. You felt a weird feeling, like everything you felt for him doubled. He leaned his head down, giving you time to pull away, you didn't. He cupped your cheek and he gently pressed his lips to yours. It was sweet and fast like it never even happened. You looked up at his face, making sure you didn't just imagine that kiss.

He leaned his head back down giving you another kiss. This time he put his hand on your cheek pulling your head closer to his. Your lips moved in sync with his. You couldn't get enough of him. You felt all of your muscles relaxed in his embrace as he kissed you. This felt right. Like it was meant to be. He pulled back, because he felt your breathing getting slower.

"Damn." You mumbled. He still held you close.

"How's that for friends?" Alec asked taking his glasses off. You looked into his ruby red eyes, you missed looking at his eyes.

"Am I dreaming?" You asked blinking at a fast rate.

"Awe, you dream about me, Mi Amor?" Alec asked pressing a kiss to your nose.

And just like that, you were a strawberry again. "I-I... Think I actually love you." You mumbled, you prepared yourself for rejection. You felt your stomach turn at his silence.

"Oh, Mi Amor. We were made for each other, it would be a shame if you didn't, but please don't feel like you have to love me." Alec said pressing another quick kiss to your lips. "I'm simply not that lovable." Alec mumbled.

"You are lovable, because I love you." You said smiling softly at him.

"I love you too, Mi Amor." Alec mumbled. "I've loved you since I saw you, hence the name Mi Amor." Alec whispered in your ear.

You were walking back to the castle, hand in hand with Alec's. "Tonight was so awesome, probably the best since I got here." You said looking over at Alec.

"I'll say, finally I got to kiss you." Alec confessed.

"What?" You asked.

"I've wanted to do that every since I saw you standing with Felix, looking like a scared kitten." Alec said smirking at the memory.

"I did not." You said nudging his ribcage.

"You did." Alec said opening the castle doors for you. "But now, my Mi Amor. You're my kitten." Alec said kissing your cheek. You had no words.

"Alec, the masters want to speak with you." Demetri said approaching the staircase.

"Go up to your room, please. I'll be here if you need anything. You need your rest, Mi Amor." Alec whispered in your ear. You had an uneasy feeling, but went. "Be safe." You whispered back placing a kiss on his cheek.

You walked up the stairs and straight into your room. You put on the sweat pants Beth gave you and one of Alec's shirts.

You laid down feelings the happiest you've ever been since you arrived in the castle with no memory. You were truly Alec's soulmate. Everything felt, right.

You fell asleep, but you dreamed about a girl with golden eyes, and skin like Alec's, and a black pixie cut, shopping with you. You were laughing, you were happy. Your eyes shot open. Who was she?

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[lisinfleur]

Right Beside You

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Author’s Notes | I hope you like it! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, Slave!Reader, requested by anon for 5CW7 Words | 3682 ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, some cursing.

Her eyes were over you and you could feel it.

Unlike Margrethe, you weren't seeking the older sons' attention nor luring them into the space in between your legs trying to get yourself pregnant to warrant a life beyond the chains. And the queen noticed you were different.

You were born a slave. So, freedom was an unknown terrain for someone who served and had her needs granted throughout your whole life. You were meek and obedient. Never needed to be forced into any kind of work and despite your undeniable beauty, your meekness ended up not attracting the eyes of her sons, eager for the lustful women always surrounding them around.

With them slapping and fighting each other to grant Ubbe, Hvitserk, and Sigurd's needs, your attention was turned to the younger one's needs and you ended up learning everything Ivar needed to have a comfortable life - even when he never noticed you were the one providing it.

You learned how to make the ointment for his legs' wounds; the herb sachets for his room with his favorite scents to sleep; the way he liked his blankets and sheets - and his favorite ones for the coldest nights. You knew from his favorite clothes to the right time to lit the fireplace in his room to warrant the cold of the winter nights wouldn't invade his bedroom to bother his sleep.

And queen Aslaug was aware of your abilities. Especially the fact that you could sew leather with perfection - something she noticed when she caught you sewing Ivar's gloves when the stones ragged the thread that was keeping them altogether preventing him from spending his gold on an unnecessary new pair that would take days to adjust to his movements and become comfortable again.

So, when his brothers started fighting for Margrethe's ownership, complaining he was stealing the woman from them, Queen Aslaug had enough and called you.

"Here... Get up and leave, Margrethe!" she ordered, and Margrethe left the place beside Ivar, causing him to frown. "Sit down, Y/N," she commanded.

To what you answered, sitting by his side, obediently keeping your head low.

He knew you... The frown on his face became lighter.

"What are you doing, mother?" he asked, and so, she picked your hand and placed it over his for him to hold like he was doing to Margrethe's hand before you came.

"I'm giving her to you and solving this stupid dispute. Margrethe is yours," she said to his brothers who were looking at each other, surprised. "You had already fucked her enough for me to doubt any of you will know who's the father if she ever spits out a child! Keep her for yourselves, keep sharing her, do whatever you want with Margrethe. Y/N is Ivar's only and from today on she'll tend for his needs and his needs only, whatever they are."

Ivar looked at you, wondering if his mother was really giving him a gift. Margrethe was something all his brothers wanted, but none ever talked about you... Were you valuable like her?

"That's not fair!" Sigurd manifested and it immediately attracted Ivar's attention. "She's the only one who can sew leather properly and you will give her to Ivar! He'll ensure none of us will ever have her pieces again!"

Ivar's frown dissolved into a bright smile and he kissed your hand, caressing it with his thumb and looking at his brother almost maliciously.

"You bet I will..."

"And I don't wanna hear complaints, Sigurd! Y'all made your choices. Y/N is Ivar's and if he doesn't want her to sew for you, then you can ask Margrethe to learn or pay someone who does it for you instead."

Sigurd was really annoyed by her choices while Ubbe and Hvitserk were looking at each other, wondering if Ivar would sell your services for them when needed. However, Ivar seemed very pleased by your presence from that moment on, asking you to serve his mead and bring him pieces of food to his mouth - something you did without questions, separating portions of his favorite foods, mixing them the way he liked to eat.

It didn't pass unnoticed...

When the time came for bedtime, you went to his room with him to lit the fire, and he observed as you placed the wood ensuring the embers would last until the morning time without filling his room with smoke. He noticed the herbs you placed on the fire and the pleasurable smell that filled his room and he smiled, thinking it was the delightful smell he always had in his nights.

So, you were the reason why his room was always so comfortable for him.

You placed the ointment beside his bed and provided the herbs he would have to chew to prevent the pain to take his peace during the night and with everything ready, you stopped in front of his bed.

"I'll wait outside as you get yourself ready to bed, my lord," your voice sounded for the first time since he noticed you and Ivar smiled, pretending he was surprised.

"Oh, you speak!" he said, smiling bigger. "I thought you were mute. You spent the whole day silent by my side. Aren't you pleased by your new master, pet?"

The names weren't something that bothered you.

"No, my lord. You just didn't request me to speak."

Ivar giggled, straightening himself at his bed.

"So... You're that obedient... This is something that pleases me, dear Y/N," he said, patting the place by his side in his bed. "C'mere. Sit by my side, pet."

You feared he would ask you such things... But he was your master after all... Sooner or later, a master would order you to please him and you weren't in a position to deny it.

Ivar was a good observer: it didn't pass unnoticed for him that you cringed to his ask, sitting by his side without looking straight at him.

His smile became smaller...

"What? Fearing I'll ask you to touch me or please me as Margrethe does to my brothers?" he asked with a harsher tone, annoyed. "To serve my needs and my orders, you're dedicated. But when it comes to pleasing me, then you cringe... Just like she did!" he grunted, angrily, causing you to shrink a little in his bed.

"I'm sorry, master Ivar. It wasn't my intention to displease you," you said, lowering your head.

"But you do!" he growled back, annoyed. "All of you are the same. Moaning and pushing yourselves under my brothers like rutting bitches, cringing in disgust when coming closer to me!"

He was understanding everything wrong and you lift your eyes, looking at him and shaking your head negatively.

"It's not what you think, my lord..."

"Then what?" Ivar cut your sentence in the middle, growing angry very fast.

Something you already knew was common for the younger son of queen Aslaug.

"What makes you cringe under the thought of sitting by my side or having me asking you to please me? What makes all of you cringe to me when you're all smiles and lustful movements to my brothers?"

"I never touched a man before," you said, breaking his frown in a surprised, almost shocked expression.

"What?" he asked, losing his posture and you looked at him, almost ashamed.

"I'm afraid you ask me to please you because I don't know how to properly do it. I'm not like Margrethe... I know how to cook, and prepare ointments; I know how to lit a fire and keep your room warm, and how to beat your sheets and blankets so they'll be comfortable for the night. I know how to prepare the herbs and teas, how to ease the pain, how to sew leather, and even how to sew wounds and treat them. But..." you swallowed dry, looking at him once again. "I never touched a man. I never saw a man's nakedness nor get myself under any man before. My fear is to displease your desire by not being able to satisfy you properly, master."

His anger trickled down the drain almost instantly, impressing confusion in his face for a second before his mind could really figure out what you were saying: he would be the first and only man to ever touch you...

None of his brothers ever had you before him nor would ever have unless it was his desire. And it wasn't.

Ivar smiled once again.

One last question wandering in his mind when he looked at you with his beautiful blue eyes.

"Prove me what you're saying, slave," he said, commanding. "Treat my legs. If you're speaking the truth, then, this must not be any problem for you, right?"

Margrethe would cringe only by the idea of touching his legs once again. He could remember how she uncovered his body barely touching the sheet that had covered his legs, disgusted!

You, instead, readily got yourself standing.

"As you wish, my lord," you said, slowly uncovering his legs and looking at him. "I'll need you to take off your trousers, master Ivar."

What he did slowly, exposing his legs to your eyes, observing what would be your reaction to see the twisted bones, twisted fingers, the thin and broken skin.

Your face contorted and for a second he thought he would catch you lying, but your words caused him to pull back, waiting...

"I'll need a different ointment tonight, my lord, please forgive me... I didn't know you had deeper wounds."

He had, two deeper cuts and some burns from dragging himself around watching Margrethe's way from one of his brothers to another, fucking all of them seeking for their seeds...

His eyes continued following you as you searched in his bag of herbs for the necessary leaves and seeds to increase that ointment with what he would need.

You cared to cool down the new prepared enough for it to keep some warmth without being aggressive to his skin. When it was ready, you came closer, sitting by his side and touching his legs with gentleness.

He could see you weren't disgusted, nor your touches were light because you didn't want to touch him: your touches were light because you were avoiding hurt his already fragile skin.

One by one, you treated his wounds, bandaged where needed and ensured his feet were relaxed and clean, always touching him with precision and gentleness. At the end of your work, his legs were comfortably warm, his pain was considerably reduced, and his eyes were surprised over you.

"So... You're not disgusted with me."

It was an affirmation, not a question.

Ivar knew you weren't disgusted. He could see you weren't lying. And more...

You weren't like the others. You knew what he needed and you knew how to treat him to make him feel better not only physically, but somehow, you knew how to soothe his heart.

"I have no reason to be disgusted, my lord. You're a man, like all the others. With needs, like all the others. Master Sigurd has callosities in his fingers because of the oud. Master Hvitserk's beard sometimes stinks because of the number of different foods - and women - he tastes around. Master Ubbe's hair is hard to comb and he always manages to rag his clothes somehow. Each one of you has its own needs, my lord. I don't see any reason to..."

He touched your lips with his thick fingers, silencing your voice when you noticed he was looking straight into your eyes. His thumb slowly slid through your lips, moistening them with a few of your saliva, caressing the soft skin.

"You speak too much..." he smiled. "But I like the sound of your voice."

You blushed.

His fingers were rough, but somehow, it was shivering your skin, causing you to sigh when his hand slid to your neck, touching the sensitive skin.

"I don't mind if you never touched a man..." he said, and you felt Ivar's fingers in your nape, softly pulling your face closer to his. "I wanna be the first."

You barely had time to inspire before his lips mashed against yours, spreading his taste all over your mouth, surprising you with the sensation of being kissed by the first time.

Ivar's free hand pulled your waist and soon you felt your body against his. His hands caressing your waist and nape as his tongue asked passage into your lips, exploring, tasting.

Your skin shivered and you sighed against his mouth, breaking the kiss when his hand slid from your waist to your thigh, lifting your skirt, invading the cloth to touch your skin.

His eyes were still wondering if you would stop him. But you sighed a small moan, pecking his lower lip, almost asking for him to continue, closing your eyes and moaning in bliss when he dared to touch your untouched core.

"Master Ivar..."

His name dancing in your voice that way was enough proof for him to stop doubting you would be his. And it aroused Ivar more than anything in his life had ever warmed his body.

His kisses became stronger and he pulled you into his bed, embracing your waist and then, covering your body with his.

His kisses explored your body like Margrethe didn't allow him to do, and his hands knew your sweet spots one by one, exploring the skin you allowed him to expose when he started untying your dress.

Ivar took his time to explore your body the way he wanted to do before, learning what could make you moan his name louder, what would make you hiss in pleasure under his touches. He tested in your body every single thing he saw his brothers doing, kissing your skin, tasting your folds, touching your breasts... All his doubts were satiated in your moans filling the room and surprising his brothers reunited outside, not really understanding why Margrethe had lied to them about his ability to please a woman: if he wasn't able like she said, then what was dragging his name so many times out of your mouth?

When the time came to make you his, he got you mounting his lap instead of locking you under his weight as he did to prevent Margrethe from fleeing out of his touches. Unlike her, you willingly mounted his hips, embracing his neck, kissing his lips almost eagerly, taken by desire in a way he didn't expect to see.

You wanted to feel him. You wanted his skin against yours. You were moving to make it easy for him to reach you, finding positions where his legs wouldn't be a problem for him to touch or explore your body. You wanted to please him as much as he wanted his moans and it got him a hard boner he never had before.

As a way to compensate you for the pain of having his body stretching your walls, Ivar touched your clit, rubbing it the way he learned would make your body pleased while he was slowly getting into your virgin entrance.

The feeling of your body embracing his and the way you pressed his shoulders, embracing him tighter for support instead of pushing him away from you or looking away from the two of you were really impressive for him.

No woman has ever got him so horny for so long as you were doing with your movements, shyly waving your hips against his, getting yourself used to the tight sensation of being full of his cock.

Your moans mixed to his filled the night and in the next morning, you woke up with his fingers sliding through your naked back. It was already clear morning and you sighed, surprised you had slept so much in his bed.

"Oh, dear Freya! I'm sorry, master Ivar!" you said, preparing to get up.

You should long be working to prepare his breakfast and morning bath! You were late for the first time you could ever remember!

However, Ivar's arms wrapped around you, preventing you from getting up, pulling you back into his arms.

"Stay," he commanded, taking a deep breath into your hair, feeling the scent of sex mixed with his smell on your skin, pleasing him with the idea he wasn't unable as Margrethe made him think.

Instead, he had you through a whole night, moaning for him, marking his skin with your embrace and thin nails, giving him delicious memories his mind was enjoying while his fingers were running your sweaty skin.

"Master..." you mumbled, confused.

Shouldn't you be working?

"Ivar," he answered, looking at you. "Call me Ivar from now on. I don't wanna think you did what you did just because you're my slave and have no other choice."

You noticed what he was thinking and what he was trying to avoid.

Once again, your voice sounded smoothly into his ears.

"I never thought you would want me, Ivar..." you mumbled, still feeling strange to call him by the name. "But I like to know you were the first."

His lips curled into a smile and he caressed your face softly.

"And I'll be the only one. You can be sure, my sweet, sweet Y/N."

His words sounded sweet into your ears and he kissed you deeply, almost... Passionately.

That morning, he left his room late for the breakfast, but there was a smile on his face when he sat in his chair, pulling you by the hand to sit beside him.

"It seems you enjoyed your gift, Ivar," his mother said, smiling with the satisfaction stamped on his face.

"We all heard how much," Sigurd taunted, this time failing in getting his expression angry towards him.

Instead, Ivar smiled genuinely towards his brother, causing all of them to look impressed at that unusual scene.

"Good to know it was audible, dear Sigurd," he said, caressing your thigh with his hand over your leg instead of holding yours this time.

You were preparing his piece of bread with butter, spreading it the way you knew he liked.

"What did he promise you for that show, dear?" Sigurd kept provoking, speaking directly to you this time. "What were his promises or threats for all those fake moans?"

You looked at Ivar almost asking permission to answer, to what he nodded, interested in what would you say.

"Forgive me, Prince Sigurd. I don't know too much about relationships and it's really unknown for me the need of a man to promise something or threat a woman for her moans of pleasure. If there is that need in your relationships, then maybe master Ivar can teach you how to freely have them from a woman in bliss... He really knows how to get them from me, I'm sure he would teach you some good ways to make a woman moan for you without needing to threaten her."

Hvitserk coughed, choking with his bread. And Ubbe couldn't prevent his lips to curl, despite his effort to hold back the laugh that almost cost him a broken rib.

However, Sigurd couldn't hold back his tongue.

"What do you think you are to speak like this to a prince, slave?"

You were about to apologize when Ivar came in your favor.

"Not yours, to start with. She had my permission to speak her mind and you're nobody to tell her she can't do what I allow her to do. And more..." he turned towards his mother. "I know Ubbe is planning to marry Margrethe. I agree with you, mother when you say we're passed the time to choose our women. I'll follow my brother's example and marry my beautiful Y/N."

You gasped.

Marry him??

"What? She would never marry a man like you, Ivar. You're just abusing your power as her owner to force her into marriage," Sigurd spat again and this time, you just spat back, taking advantage of the previous permission your master gave you to speak.

"I don't see why I wouldn't accept such a strong man like Ivar to be my husband, prince Sigurd," you said, acid. "Even if I wasn't captive and he wasn't my master, I wouldn't see anything but a blessing from the gods to have such a man wanting me to bear his children! And bless me Freyr, so I can give him many children to carry his strength and his name forward. Instead of losing your time taunting Ivar's angry, you should occupy yourself of finding a woman who wants to carry your name beyond the oblivion."

Aslaug smiled. She wasn't leaned to accept her son marrying a slave especially when Ubbe was already doing the same and inserting a lower lineage into their family. However, there was the proof you weren't anything but the perfect woman to her son: someone who could see beyond his stigmas the amazing man she rose couldn't be less than the perfect choice.

"I bless this union," she said, smiling at Ivar. "I'll provide her freedom and everything that's necessary for your marriage as well, my son. And Sigurd, I suggest you start respecting your sister-in-law and hear her wise words won't make you any harm. Go find yourself a woman that occupies your mind so you'll stop thinking about ways to bother your brother, uh? Hvitserk as well, go and find someone able to cook the tons you eat," she said, causing Hvitserk to stop chewing surprised that the subject suddenly turned towards him. "With some lucky, until the end of this season, I'll have all the sons of Ragnar Lothbrok producing his grandsons!" she said, excited.

Ivar raised his cup, kinda ironically teasing Sigurd with a smile.

"Skål, brothers," he said, followed by Ubbe and Hvitserk who shyly rose their cups as well.

Defeated, Sigurd had no other option but a disgusted smile, lightly lifting his cup before drinking it almost entirely.

And you remained smiling while Ivar's hand softly caressed your chin.

The wife of a prince, maybe a future queen.

Who could imagine your life would turn like this...

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More Cherik Anastasia AU for all y'all

[Chronologically] Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3

I just really wanted to write the scene of them dancing on the boat to Paris from the movie 'cause it's soft and we all deserve softness in this forsaken day. (This is part 2 chronologically btw, I'm not gonna write this chronologically because I don't really want to lmao, hope you all enjoy!)

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The boat swayed slightly as Charles watched Erik getting closer to him with a small box in hands, grey eyes as stern as ever, even if they now had some new glimmer to them that made Charles' cheeks feel hot.

"Bought this for you. You'll need these." the smile in Erik's lips was small, but sincere, making Charles smile back even if his brow was furrowed, taking the box — the gift — from Erik's hands to look at the content.

He opened the box, taking a few moments to realize what was inside of it and smiling once again as he touched the fabric of the clothes.

"Better than the raggedy clothes you've been wearing ever since we left England." Charles glared at Erik for a moment, seeing the man shrug amusedly and cross his arms over his chest, suddenly looking nervous. "Do you like them?"

Charles took a piece of the clothing from the box, a blue waistcoat that looked a lot like Erik's burgundy one. The fabric felt nice on Charles' fingers and he couldn't deny he liked the color as well — royal blue, the color of the family Charles was pretending to be a part of —, but he couldn't help himself on wanting to bother Erik even just a little, always amused at the other's frustrated face whenever he said or did something Erik really wasn't expecting.

"It's not that bad." Charles said, seeing immediate results in the other man's eyes.

"Not that bad?"

"Yeah, could be worse."

He tried his best to hide the playful smile and stopping it from appearing on his lips, but it was almost impossible. As soon as Erik noticed that, his look of surprise vanished and he rolled his eyes, even if a minimal smile appeared on his lips for a quick moment as well.

"Go get dressed, for goodness sake." 

Erik left with a wave of a hand, making Charles smile wider and look at the clothes again before moving gingerly over to his cabin to change his old clothes for these new ones.

It didn't take long for him to get changed, fixing his hair as best as he could, knowing he would have to cut it soon, a few strands being too stubborn to stay in place and constantly falling on Charles' eyes. He took a moment to look at himself in the mirror, eyes staring at the new person that stared back at him, the clothes bringing some kind of familiarity to Charles' mind as he observed them on his body. The white shirt under the waistcoat was a bit bigger than him, but he had made it work somehow, the blue waistcoat made his eyes shine even more, and something told him that this was how he should've been dressing all his life. 

The man staring back at him in the mirror seemed like a version of himself that should've been. A ghost of a person that never existed. 

He shook his head after a few seconds, leaving his cabin quickly and walking up to the deck of the boat, seeing Erik and Raven sat at a small table with a chess board between them as Erik looked at Raven with some kind of annoyance as the girl couldn't decide which piece to move, constantly picking up paws before setting them down again in the same place she took them from. That made Charles chuckle, knowing now that Raven didn't know how to play chess and only played to please Erik, to make her friend happy.

His chuckle caught Raven's attention, and soon her pale blue eyes shone like fireworks as she looked at Charles, getting up from the table and leaving a complaining Erik behind to walk in circles around Charles with all that grace that she seemed to always have, a big smile on her lips. 

"My, oh my. Now you're looking like royalty, your highness." she joked. Charles snorted at her as she stopped in front of him, eyes still bright at him. "You look like you're ready for a dance. In fact, you should learn how to dance."

From the small table, Erik watched Charles with curious eyes, making him feel his cheeks burn slightly. Erik was so focused on Charles that he didn't notice Raven getting closer to him until the woman pulled him by the arm and started dragging him towards Charles. 

"Follow Erik's steps, he's a good dancer." she said as she pushed Erik one last time and stood to the side. 

Both of them looked nervous at the idea to dancing with each other and Charles saw the exact moment something in those grey eyes shifted as he offered Charles his hand to take. He gave Erik his hand, watching as the other man placed it on his shoulder and pulled Charles' close by his waist, taking Charles' free hand and starting to move. He had never danced before, and he was still nervous for staying this close to Erik, which made him step on the other man's feet multiple times. He blushed red at that as Erik only chuckled and shook his head. 

"Let me guide you." Erik raised his eyebrows, voice softer as it ever been, and Charles swallowed his own spit before nodding.

When he allowed himself to relax and let Erik guide his movements, the dance started to make sense and soon they moved through the deck of the boat as if there was music around them, when the sounds that conducted their steps were the waves breaking against the side of the boat and the loud wind that made a mess of both Charles' and Erik's hair.

A smile appeared in Charles' lips, suddenly happy with the dancing and the way Erik was being careful with him at that moment, and soon he saw his own smile reflected in Erik's lips. On the side, they failed to notice the look in Raven's eyes as they danced, worry filling her thoughts as she noticed the look in both man's eyes. Romance, she thought, clenching her jaw as she realized that maybe she shouldn't have allowed them to dance. As much as she felt some kind of happiness for the way the two of them were getting along, this wasn't part of the plan, and it made her wonder if it wouldn't change the plan in any way.

After a few more moments, Charles chuckled with a too fast of a spin, feeling his head turning as well with the turns and the sway of the boat.

"I'm getting dizzy." he confessed.

Erik stopped dancing immediately, still holding Charles close as he chuckled while waiting for Charles get himself back together, both of them with dumb smiles on their faces. Charles looked up at Erik, smile fading away from both of them as the stare kept on going for longer than normal. Raven watched the scene in front of her unfold, unsure on how she wanted it to end. There was something in Erik's eyes that made Charles blush again, fairly sure that he saw Erik lower his gaze to his lips for a second there.

"Charles, I…"

"Yes?"

He felt his heart beating faster inside his chest as he noticed Erik getting closer slowly, brow furrowed as if he was as confused with what was happening as Charles. He was sure he would be kissed in that moment, that he would feel Erik's lips on his, and the idea made him lose his breath, eyes closing as he waited for the kiss he was sure was coming. He waited, and waited again, until he heard a heavy sigh in front of him and opened his eyes again, watching Erik's face as he battled against something behind those eyes, a weak smile appearing on his lips but with no humor at all.

"You're doing great." he said simply, as weak as his smile, letting go of Charles and making him feel alone again without the proximity. 

As he left for his own cabin, Charles stood there, face flushed with embarrassment for waiting to be kissed and with the idea he was so close to be kissed. By the side, Raven bit the inside of her lip, sighing and watching her friend go away and knowing Erik had moved away because of their plan. She looked at Charles again, watching the man swallow and pick on the skin of his own hand as he turned away and went to watch the waves over the side of the boat, secretly wishing Erik had forgotten about the plan for that moment.

[wheresfury]

Death of Me (Part 2)

~Pairings: Natasha Romanoff/fem!reader, minor Carol Danvers/fem!reader

~Warnings: Mommy kink, spanking, strapping, degradation, dirty talk, choking, roughness, butt plugs, dildos, Dom/sub, cruelty, humiliation, verbal humiliation, daddy kink, rough oral sex on strap, rough sex, ejaculating dildo, semi-public sex, strap-ons, face-slapping, spitting, some angst, forced voyeurism(maybe? idk how to tag it,) threats made with a gun.

~Word count: 6,913

~Summary: Your date with Carol is bound to go wrong with Natalia at the wheel, you just didn't think it would end the way it did.

~Authors note: Hello! Here’s part 2! I hope y’all enjoy! I kind of went a bit crazy with it and couldn't stop writing. I almost rewrote it but I kind of like how it ended up. It’s kind of crazy and maybe too much idk. Let me know what y'all think. Forgot to mention this last time but the title is inspired by the song Death of Me by Pvris (It’s amazing as per usual with them.)

~Previous parts to this series are on my Masterlist

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You wait nervously by the door to your home, pacing the length of its threshold. Every step you take you have to hold back moans from being so full. You don’t know how you’re going to pass as normal on this date. As you continue to pace you bring a hand up to your left ear where a small earpiece rests gently. This is how she is to communicate with you. You grow more nervous as to what she will make you do or say. Your hands come up to rub at each other, needing something to do.

“Get ready, kitten. Here she comes.” You jump a little, not yet used to how loud she is through the earpiece. You grasp the doorknob and rip open your door just as Carol raised a hand to knock.

“Carol! Hi, how are you?!” She raises a brow at your enthusiasm.

“You okay there, baby girl?” She passes the threshold into your home and wraps her arms around your waist. You forget for a minute why this shouldn’t be happening and lean in to her touch. She leans in to kiss you when her voice stops you.

“You know better, kitten. She gets no pleasure from you. Otherwise it will be taken out on you.” You gulp and turn your head away from her so her lips land on your cheek. She pouts at this and pulls away.

“Are you sure you’re okay? If you’re having second thoughts about us that’s okay too. We have all the time in the world, baby.” You whimper at her sweetness and close your eyes wishing you were in any other situation right now.

“I'm a good shot, kitten. Don’t test my patience. Answer her now.” You quickly open your eyes and place your hand on her forearm, giving her your best reassuring smile.

“No, Carol. I’m more than okay with this, with us. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get on the same page. It’s just um I kinda want to start over? If that makes since?” She nods in understanding and grabs your hand that was on her arm intertwining your fingers together.

“So that’s why you wouldn’t let me kiss you. It’s okay, baby girl. I respect that and I’m more than  willing to woo you again.” She says wiggling her eyebrows whilst smirking. You giggle and pull her outside, locking your door. As she opens her passenger door for you out of the corner of your eye you see Natalia on her motorcycle. You get in and she pulls your seatbelt out for you handing it to you. She leans down and kisses you on the cheek before shutting your door and making her way around to the drivers side. You release a heavy sigh.

“I hope kisses on the cheek are okay?” You smile at her thoughtfulness.

“Of course it’s okay, Carol.” She smiles back at you and starts the drive to the restaurant. You lose yourself staring at her the entire drive, halfway through she places her hand on your thigh. You’re playing with her fingers that are on your thigh lost in your thoughts.

“I want you to call her by the name you use for her in bed. All night. I’m sure you call her something isn’t that right, slut?” You cough, letting her know you heard her and sink further into your seat. Carol squeezes your thigh.

“You okay, baby girl? We are almost there.” You sigh and close your eyes at what you were about to say. Fuck. You knew she was doing this on purpose. She heard you say you wanted to start over with Carol.

“You heard her, baby girl.” You grimace as you hear Natalia call you by Carol’s nickname. You hated it coming from her, only Carol could call you that. You open your eyes and turn over towards Carol, her hand slipping in between your thighs now.

“I’m better than okay, Daddy. I’m with you aren’t I?” She looks over at you in shock as her hand squeezes your thigh harder. She quickly looks back to the road and takes her hand off your thigh.

“Daddy? Really? That’s what you call her? What a pathetic little whore you are, kitten.” You bite your lip at her words trying not to whimper out loud.

“You know for wanting to start over and taking things slow, calling me that is not helping.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I love calling you that, I just can’t help that it slips out.” You look at her innocently as you hear Natalia laughing in your ear.

“That’s my good little slut, such a fucking tease. Keep it up, kitten.” You hear Carol let out a grunt as she pulls into the parking lot of a fancy Italian restaurant. She turns towards you after turning the car off.

“If you keep that up, Y/N, I will take you to the bathroom and fuck your brains out.” Your breath hitches as you squirm and you’re reminded of the fact you’re stuffed with Natalia’s toys. Carol never really talks like that, it surprises you.

“Hm that’s an idea, kitten.” Okay now you’re panicking. Carol sees the panic on your face and immediately relaxes her own.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to freak you out like that. I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise! You can keep calling me Daddy, I don’t mind, love.” You release a shaky laugh.

“You’re the absolute best, Daddy.” She smiles at you then jumps out of the car running to your side, opening your door. She holds out her arm to you and your wrap your hand around her bicep as she leads you into the restaurant. She opens the door letting you walk in first detaching from you for only a second before you’re grasping for her again. She chuckles as she makes her way to the hostess letting them know of her reservation. The waiter leads you to a table near the back, in a corner, away from prying eyes. Carol pulls out your chair for you and pushes you in. You smile at her gentlewoman ways. The waiter handed her a drink list and walked away.

“So, Y/N what are you in the mood to drink tonight. Red or white?”

“No drinking. She may but not you, kitten.” You pout at her order. You were hoping you could drink till you pass out.

“Actually, Daddy, I’m not in the mood to drink tonight. You can if you like.”

“That wouldn’t be fair to you, babe. I’m fine with no drinking tonight.” You smile softly at her before picking up your menu. You both silently peruse the menu before deciding on sharing one of their specialty pizzas. After the waiter takes your menus you almost spat out the water you just drank. Not even five feet away sat Natalia, a glass of red wine in her hand, staring at you. You turn red and look away hearing Carol ask you something.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” She smiles and releases a cute little laugh at your aloofness.

“I asked you why you decided to give us a shot.” You look down at the table cloth picking at some loose string you saw. You glance up and see Natalia with a brow raised awaiting your answer. Your eyes meet Carol’s and your breath caught in your throat. Fuck she is so beautiful.

“Well as you know I had someone before us and I just thought it was time to move on, you know? Why stay hung up on someone who couldn’t give two shits about you? I mean you, god you are amazing. I never thought I would be so lucky to have found someone like you. You know I just hope I don’t end up breaking your heart and I apologize in advance if I ever do.” Carol leans closer to you and grabs your hand that was on top of the table intertwining your fingers.

“You’re the sweetest, Y/N. I mean really I’m the lucky one here. You could never break my heart, baby.” Your eyes start to tear up at her look of absolute trust and devotion. God do you feel awful.

“Excuse yourself to the bathroom, kitten.” You clear your throat and wipe at the tears before they could fall down your face.

“I need to use the ladies room real quick. I’ll be right back, okay?” She nods her head in acknowledgement and sits back in her chair, watching you walk quickly to the bathroom. The minute you walk into the bathroom she pulls you into a stall at the very end of the room.

“Knees.” You drop down to your knees in the crowded stall and look up at her with teary eyes. She brings a hand to your hair and slowly strokes her fingers through your hair.

“That was some cute shit you said out there, kitten. So cruel of you to say that to her, getting her hopes up like that. Too bad it will never happen.” She pulls your hair back making your head tilt up further. She begins unbuttoning her jeans getting to the zipper before stopping.

“Come on, slut, get to work.” You bring your hands up and finish unzipping her jeans and pulling them down to her knees followed by her underwear. Your eyes widen and you gasp as an eight inch dildo slaps you in the face. She releases your hair and you see her pull out a black ball connected to a pipe from her pocket and holding it in her hand.

“Open wide, kitten.” You open your mouth sticking out your tongue. She taps the fake cock on your tongue before shoving a few inches into your mouth. You groan at the feeling and take in a few more once you adjust to the strap. She grabs your hair in her free hand and thrusts the strap to the hilt. Your throat relaxes as she pulls out and slams back in.

“That’s it, bitch. Take Mommy’s cock, take it all. Fuck.” She starts to consistently fuck your face with deep sharp thrusts. You moan at the rough treatment, it’s been too long since your face has been thoroughly fucked. Tears start streaming down your face at the roughness as you are unable to hold them back anymore.

“That’s it, kitten. Cry like the little bitch you are. You’re going to ruin your makeup, kitten. Fuck, that’s it.” She thrusts till she’s all the way in and holds you there. She lifts up the hand that’s holding the ball and brings it up to your blurry eyes.

“I’m going to cum down your throat, kitten. I want you to swallow every last drop. Anything you don’t swallow you will end up wearing.” You’re confused as to what she could mean. It’s not a real cock so she can’t cum for real. She pulls out halfway and squeezes the ball. Your eyes widen as you feel a thick watery substance enter your mouth. You try to pull away but her hand in your hair stops you.

“Swallow my cum, slut.” You whimper as best you can with a mouth full of fake cum. You start to swallow as much as possible with her cock in your mouth. By the time you were done your belly felt so full. She pulls out of your mouth and a drop of the stuff lands on the dress you were wearing, right on your chest. Oh fuck. You go to scoop it up with your hand when she slaps it away.

“Tsk tsk, kitten. What did I say?” You pout as you wait patiently for your next order. She pulls up her pants and tucks in her strap before she even looks at you. She cups your face in her hand and traces your lips with her thumb.

“Fuck, kitten. Your face has been used hasn’t it? I can’t wait to see what you tell that bitch what happened here. Open up, tongue out.” You do as she says and stick your tongue out as far as you possibly could. She uses her thumb to hold your chin down as she spits right into your mouth, some landing on your eyelid. You shiver at the cool sensation before it grows warm from your skin.

“Swallow, slut.” You bring your tongue back in and swallow her essence, moaning at the taste of her favored red wine. She wipes some of the leftover spit off of your eyelid so you could open it fully. She then grabs your hair and pulls you up. She lets go of your hair as you go to wipe away your makeup stained cheeks. She smacks your hand away before bringing hers back up to slap you harshly across the face. You cry out at the stinging slap. She then grabs your cheeks together in one hand making you look into her steely green eyes.

“You’re going to go back out there looking like this, slut. Looking like you just got your face fucked within an inch of its life. With my cum on your dress, kitten. Now you’re going to go out there and make her cry or I will. I’m getting bored of this so make it fast, kitten.” She exits the bathroom leaving you a mess in the stall. You walk out to the sink and wash your hands. You look up at yourself in the mirror horrified by what you see. Tears mixed with your mascara cascades in streaks down your face, one side red from her slap. Your eye shadow smeared and clumpy with her dried spit. Your lips red and puffy, pink lipstick smudged around the edges. Oh you are so screwed. You shakily fix your dress looking down at the glob of fake cum on your chest. Perfect how the hell are you going to explain your way out of this? You pick your phone out of your pocket in the dress and see that Carol has texted you a few times asking if you were okay and if she should come check on you. You shoot her a text and give yourself one last look in the mirror. With a heavy sigh you walk out of the bathroom with your head held high. You see Nat smirking at you as you make your way to Carol, who is looking at you with a pained expression. She stands up and walks over to you as you reach the table.

“Y/N, is everything alright? What happened in there, you were gone for 15 minutes?” You look down at your feet avoiding eye contact. She lifts your chin up observing your mess of a face and you can see the minute she notices the substance on your dress.

“Is- is that what I think it is? Because if so I think I might just go.” Your eyes widen as she narrows her eyes at you, she’s never looked at you like that.

“No- Carol! It's not what you think at all! I don’t like that whatsoever, I promise. It’s um well I got a little sick in there and it got messy. Really messy.” You see Nat snicker out of the corner of your eye and you visibly twitch with anger. You just now notice you are in the middle of a crowded restaurant trying to convince your date nothing happened.

“Are you sure, Y/N because it looks like you just got fucked and it wasn’t me who did it.” Yikes. You clear your throat and lean in closer to her ear, out of range from everyone else.

“Carol, will you please just take me home?” You pull away from her with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. She looks at you her eyes completely devoid of any emotions. She pulls out her wallet and drops enough cash to cover the bill and tip before grabbing your arm and dragging you outside. You didn’t even notice Nat was gone. You make it to her car before she releases you from her hold.

“What the fuck are you doing to me, Y/N?! Did you fuck someone else in there?! On our first official date?! Your face is a nightmare right now, your little lie about being sick I don’t believe it at all. You have never been good at lying!” Tears prick at your eyes as you take in her anger. You pull out your earpiece and handed it to her. She looks at it then up at you.

“What is this?”

“I’m, well- it’s a long story, Carol. But I will tell you everything, I promise! Just not here okay? You deserve to know the truth.” She sighs and nods  her head back to the car.

“Come on, let me get you home.” The car ride to your house was dead silent. You were nervous about telling her but you had to, you can’t lose her. Once at your house she parks her car next to yours in the driveway. You unbuckle and turn towards her laying your hand on her arm.

“Carol, I am so so sorry for everything tonight. You don’t deserve this, I’m no good for you, you deserve so much more than I could ever give you.” She looks at you with tears in her eyes.

“Y/N, you’re all I could ever want and more. I just need to know what’s going on. We can work this out, I’m sure.” You shake your head in disbelief at her words.

“Carol, I care about you too much to hurt you anymore. This has become too dangerous. She will never allow this-” You stop yourself from saying anymore and get out of the car as fast as you could. You hear Carol do the same, she then grabs your arm spinning you around to face her.

“You promised me, Y/N! You promised to tell me the truth, so tell me, please. Who is she and why does she tell you what to do?” You hesitate before slowly nodding your head.

“Okay, I’ll tell you everything. Just know that by letting you know everything your life could be in danger. Well it kind of already is? Nat hates you.” She looks at you confused.

“Who the fuck is Nat?” You nod towards your house indicating that you will tell her more inside. She nods back and follows you up the driveway. You step up to your front door with Carol right behind you. You stop as you noticed it’s cracked open.

“Carol, you should leave, right now.” She grabs your elbow at the pain in your voice. She was about to speak when your front door creaks all the way open.

“Oh no, Carol, you should stay.” Your eyes widen as you see Natalia with a gun pointed at Carol.

“What the fuck, Nat?!” She grabs your arm pulling you inside roughly making you fall to the ground. She looks pointedly at Carol motioning her inside with her gun. Carol slowly makes her way inside walking as far away from the crazy red head as possible. She goes to help you up when Natalia clicks her tongue.

“Don’t you dare go near the little slut. She doesn’t deserve any help right now. It seems she’s lost her head calling me by a stupid nickname. Tsk tsk, kitten. You know better.” You look between the two women from your position on the floor. Could today get any worse?

“Well what do you have to say for yourself, kitten?” You look up at Carol, nervously. You scream in protest as Natalia strides over to Carol, gun pointed at her. Carol seems to be doing alright given her situation. Her stern chocolate gaze staring straight into Natalia’s crazed green eyes.

“Mommy! Please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t use your proper name! I’ve been a bad girl. Please, Mommy. Please don’t hurt her.” She huffs at you and points Carol towards a chair in the living room.

“Go sit down and don’t say a word.” Carol looks to you and you nod at her. She looks away from you and sighs, walking over to sit in the designated chair.

“You’ve got the bitch wrapped around your little finger, kitten. I’m impressed.” You see Carol grip the armrests as her jaw tightens, glaring up at Natalia. Fuck that’s hot. You shake your head at the mere thought you could be thinking that right now. Natalia grabs some rope from a bag and walks over to Carol tying her wrists and ankles to the chair.

“You’ve got the best seat in the house, Carol.” She says her name with such disgust it sends shivers down your spine. The fact she said best seat flew right over your head.

“Knees.” You shake your head clearing your thoughts as best you can and struggle to get on your knees for her. Once you finally get in to position she slaps you across the face making Carol scream out in disbelief.

“You disobeyed me tonight, kitten. You know i hate disobedience. You’ve been a brat, and what do brats get, kitten?” You whimper as you struggle to speak with your cheek throbbing.

“They get punished, Mommy.”

“That’s right, kitten. You’ve already been punished once today and I’m not going to make it any easier for you now face down ass up, you little slut.”

“Stop calling her that!” You gasp as you hear the bullet entering the chamber as Natalia cocks her gun and pointed it at Carol. You look up at her to say something when she silenced you with a harsh glare.

“Unless you want a hole in your fucking head, I would shut the fuck up. If you knew anything about Y/N here you would know she loves to be degraded, humiliated and punished. They are some of her biggest turn ons. Isn’t that right, slut?” Your mind goes fuzzy as you hear your name fall from her lips for the first time. Your pussy clenched around her dildo at the way it sounded falling from her mouth. You look up at her with wide eyes trying to answer her. She puts her finger closer to the trigger making you stutter out an answer.

“Yes-Yes, Mommy. I absolutely love it. I love being your little bratty slut, Mommy.” She releases the trigger and puts the safety on, sliding it in the back of her jeans.

“That’s my good little whore. Now strip.” You look up at her and then to Carol, face red with embarrassment. You see Nat raise her hand as if to slap you so you quickly start unzipping your dress and pulling down the shoulder straps. Once your dress is at your waist you pick up your knees to slide the dress off the rest of the way, followed by your underwear. You toss it to the side and look back up at Nat. Having lost her patience she grabs your hair making you look up at her, she back hands you across the face with so much force it stuns you for a minute.

“Face down ass up, kitten.” You tremble as she undoes her belt slowly pulling it from the loops. She folds the belt in half snapping them together releases a loud cracking noise making you jump and quickly get into position.

“I want you to count, kitten. You’re getting ten lashes for being a brat and disobeying me tonight, is that clear?”

“Yes, Mommy.” She quickly brings down the belt on your ass with no mercy. You bite your lip to stop yourself from screaming.

“One, Mommy.” You clench as she brings the belt down again, teeth digging further into your lip.

“Two, Mommy.” Your ass was already on fire from earlier and you didn’t think you could take the rest of your punishment. After each stroke she would pause, waiting to see if you would call out red. After the tenth stroke you release a huge sob in relief, you nearly melted when she rubbed her hand over ass, soothing a little of the burn and whispered praises on how well you took your punishment and that you were her good girl. You hear Carol’s heavy breathing once you calmed down from your punishment. Once Natalia realizes you’re okay she wastes no more time and tosses her belt to the side.

“Get up.” You quickly scramble to your feet with your hands behind your back. She grabs a fistful of your hair and drags you in front of Carol, turning your back to her.

“Bend over, slut. Let her see your filthy stuffed fuck holes.” You bend over, her hand still fisting your hair as you flush with even more humiliation. You hear Carol gasp at the mess that are your holes.

“Kitten, you made such a mess of yourself. You’re dripping everywhere. Such a desperate slut, your holes just begging to be fucked by a real woman. To treat them the way they should be treated with a rough hard fucking. Do you want that, kitten?” Both Carol and Nat see your cunt visibly clench around her toy.

“Yes, Mommy, please! Please fuck me!” Your eyes clenched shut as you hear Carol scoff at your pleading words.

“Ah is poor little Carol jealous? Jealous you could never fuck her the way I can? Give this slut what she craves? What she needs?” You feel Natalia’s hand on your ass dragging a finger slowly down your crack to the plug resting in your hole. She pushes lightly on the plug making you let out a moan at the feeling.

“How did it feel, kitten? Being stuffed with my toys?” She slowly twists the plug to the right making you choke on a moan.

“I felt so full, Mommy. I loved every minute of it, feeling stuffed.”

“That’s my good girl. Now relax, kitten.” You relax your muscles as you smile at her soft words. She does have a heart. Once she sees that you are relaxed she slowly pulls out the plug smiling as you clench around nothing. She tosses the plug near Carol’s feet and pushes you closer to Carol who vehemently shakes her head.

“You want to eat this slut’s ass, bitch? Huh want to find out what it feels like? Tastes like? Or is that too far for your prissy ass?” She smacks your stuffed cunt making you jump.

“Kitten, do you want something from Carol here?”

“Daddy, please! Please eat your baby girl’s ass!” Natalia huffs at your plea and smacks your ass harshly making you cry out as it was still sore from your spankings earlier.

“This is my ass, kitten. Don’t say stupid shit like that, you filthy cunt.” You moan out at her words and she raises a brow at Carol.

“Y/N, how could you like this? I was raised to never treat a woman like this. I don’t get it.” Nat rolls her eyes at the woman.

“Your parents taught you how not to fuck a woman, that’s disgusting.” Carol shakes her head at Nat.

“No, I was raised to respect women. Not degrade them.”

“Well this one, so submissive, loves to be degraded and fucked hard. Which is why it baffles me she decided to fuck you of all people! The most vanilla a bitch could get! Kitten, she won’t even eat your ass or look at it for that matter.”

“Well, she did let me call her Daddy. I mean she was skeptical at first but then she loved it.” Nat rolls her eyes at you and snorts.

“Pathetic. Let’s show her what she’s missing out on, hm? I was going to let her participate but now she will only be watching. You better not close your eyes for anything other than blinking or I’ll permanently shut them for you.” You guess she nodded her head as conformation because then Nat’s hands are on you pushing you to stand up. Her hands grab and knead at your breasts roughly, pulling at you nipples making them harden at her touch. She pulls her hands away and smacks your breasts. You bite your lip holding back your moans. Natalia notices and grabs your nipples twisting roughly and holding them there. Your knees bend as you grab onto her wrists releasing a pained moan.

“Don’t hold back on me, kitten. I want to hear you.”

“Yes, Mommy.” She releases your nipples and takes a step back looking you up and down. She points to her feet and you kneel before her, looking up at her through your lashes. She pats your head and traces her hand down your face over your cheek before slipping two fingers in your mouth. You moan as you suck gently on her fingers tracing them with your tongue. You see her look up at Carol, who is watching you intently, mouth slightly ajar.

“Enjoying the show, Carol? If so we’re just getting started,” Nat pulls out her fingers, wiping them on your face and nods towards the couch. “Hands and knees, kitten, facing Carol.” You get up and make your way to the couch getting into position and facing Carol, who is turned to the side. Nat walks up to her chair and spins her around to face you correctly, scooting the chair to the end of the couch, were you could easily reach out and touch her. You give her a soft smile as you see the conflicted desire in her eyes. Nat makes her way to you on the couch, kneeling behind you. You moan as she rubs her hands all over your lower body, squeezing and roughly pawing you everywhere. Her left hand leaves your hips and moves down to your cunt, tracing the end of the dildo that’s filling you up so well. You gasp out a moan at the feeling, staring straight into Carol’s eyes. She grabs a hold of the dildo and slowly pulls it out making you whimper at the now empty feeling. Nat tosses the dildo onto the ground and uses both her hands to hold you open.

“Fuck, kitten. You’re soaked and this beautiful pussy of yours is gaping right now. So beautiful, I bet you missing being full, hm?” She gently blows on your cunt watching it quiver and contract at the feeling. You see Carol bite her lip as you moan.

“How bad do you want to see this pretty cunt, Carol? If you weren’t such a bitch earlier you could’ve fucked this whore’s slutty pussy. Would you have liked that, kitten.” Oh god. You close your eyes and quickly reopen them when she slaps your pussy twice, making you release a strangled moan.

“Yes, Mommy. I can’t help but think of both of you fucking me and filling my slutty fuck holes. Just please, Mommy. Please, fuck me!” You hear her tsk at your answer.

“What a little slut, hm? You want to be fucked by two people at once? You should be upset at Carol, kitten. That could’ve happened. Don’t worry, baby doll. I can make it happen for you soon.” Your eyes widen at the thought of it being with anyone else besides Carol and you pout.

“I want Daddy to fuck me! Not some random girl!” Nat rolls her eyes at your stubbornness and slaps you on the ass, making you lean forward a bit.

“Yes well if Daddy doesn’t take that stick out of her ass she cannot join. Period.” You look up at Carol with hope in your eyes. You notice that her eyes have become watery and you feel bad for her, she didn’t deserve this. You hear Nat unzipping her pants and you moan as you feel her strap hitting you on the thigh. She slowly circles your clit with the head and drags it up and down through your slick folds. Fuck.

“I refilled it, kitten. Are you ready for Mommy’s cock, slut?”

“Fuck yes, Mommy. Please give me your cock! Please fuck your filthy little whore, Mommy!” You see Carol’s mouth drop open as yours does in a scream as Natalia slams her cock into your sopping cunt. She fucks you hard and fast with no intention of ever slowing down. She brings one hand up to your hair taking a fistful and pulling hard. You sob as your eyes leave Carol’s and are now aimed at the ceiling.

“That’s right, slut, taking Mommy’s cock so well. Fuck I’m going to fill you with my cum, baby doll. You dirty whore, that’s what you want, right? Fuck whose cunt is this?”

“Fuck. It’s yours, Mommy! It’s all yours, please give it to me, Mommy! Cum in your filthy slut’s pussy, please!” She grunts and slaps your ass with every thrust, she releases your hair and grabs on to your hip. Your eyes roll back as you feel a nose collide with yours. Your eyes widen and you release a moan as Carol shoves her tongue in your mouth. You eagerly kiss back not expecting it at all. You hear Nat release a cackle.

“Fuck, Carol, I’m impressed you held out so long. It’s hard to resist this little brat, isn’t it?” Carol moans in response not wanting to break the kiss. You feel Nat pull out and you break the kiss to look back at her and pout. She smacks your ass and stands up with her fake cock hanging out of the zipper compartment. You bite your lip as you watch her step towards Carol. She unties her hands but leaves her legs tied down.

“You can do whatever you want to her, wherever you can reach that is. Have fun.” She smirked at Carol then looks down at you before walking back to the couch. You lick your lips as she thrusts back into you as Carol grabs your face and kisses you roughly. She pulls away from you and slaps you across the face and grabs your hair in her other hand. Holding your face still she slaps you again, making you release a sob.

“Is this how you like to be treated,slut?” You nod unable to form a coherent thought as Nat fucks you roughly and Carol is seemingly coming around to rough treatment. Your head may explode right now. She smacks you harder this time.

“Fucking answer me, you whore!” Nat chuckles at your pain reveling in the loud moan you release as she puts her thumb in your asshole.

“Yes, Daddy! I love being treated like this! Please!”

“Tell me this, baby girl. Did she fuck you at the restaurant? Did she?” Your eyes look up at her pleadingly. Her eyes shine with tears as she now knows the answer.

“Daddy, I’m sorry! Please, Daddy!”

“Please what, baby girl?”

“Please use me. Do whatever you want to me, to your baby girl, please, Daddy.”

“No,” You look up at her with pained eyes. She places three fingers at the entrance of your mouth and you open to accommodate them. “you’re not my baby girl, not anymore.” You let tears fall as she looks at you with an unreadable expression. She leans in closer to you as she shoves her fingers further in your throat making you gag. She has tears falling as well, you think maybe because she doesn’t really want to do this. You feel Nat start to rub your clit and you clench your jaw making Carol pull out her fingers making a pained noise.

“I’m sorry, Daddy! I didn’t mean to bite you.” She shakes her head and pulls you into a kiss. You both moan as you come closer to the edge.

“Fuck, kitten. I’m close. You ready to have your pussy filled?” You pull away from the kiss and look into Carol’s eyes and for the first time you see what could’ve been. It could’ve been you and Carol with a stable healthy relationship if only you hadn’t had that chance encounter with Nat in London. You give her a small smile as she returns one, albeit shaky.

“Yes, Mommy, please fill my pussy!” You wince at Carol’s face, still clearly turned on but with so much hurt. Carol brings you in for one more kiss, you knowing it would be your last. You feel Nat release her fake cum inside you and you moan as you cum alongside, her fingers circling your puffy clit helping you along. Carol pulls away first your lips connected by a string of spit. Both of your faces red with tears. Nat pulls out of you and you shiver as the cum leaks out of you. She sits back to admire her work with a satisfied smirk, not at all caring about either yours or Carol’s inner struggle. She smacks your ass for the umpteenth time and gets up. She throws you your dress as she undoes Carol’s legs from the chair.

“You’re free to go. I’m not going to kill you since Y/N did in fact make you cry.” Carol looks at you with clear hurt in her eyes as you look down unable to take it. She gets up from the chair as you slide your dress back on. Carol clears her throat and points to your room.

“I’m just going to grab a few things, then I’ll leave.” Natalia looks bored as you slowly nod your head at Carol. Once Carol is out of the room Nat looks down at you.

“She really spoiled this evening, kitten. At least she won’t be a problem anymore.” She shrugs as you glare at her. You shake your head and stand up on wobbly legs, she reaches out to steady you and your breath hitches as your eyes meet. Why did she have to be so damn beautiful? You were so lost in her eyes you haven't even heard the police sirens. You look over her shoulder as they pound on your door. She looks behind you and you turn as well seeing Carol holding up her wanted picture. Fuck. Nat smirks and pulls you closer pressing her lips against yours. You nearly exploded, her lips were so fucking soft and plump. You moan as she bites your bottom lip demanding entrance with her tongue. Your hands are on her waist when she moves to pull out her gun. She pulls away aiming it at Carol who was making her way to the door. She stops moving towards the door as you kiss Natalia’s neck a few times. She pulls away completely making you whine. She smirks at you and gives you one last kiss.

“Until next time, kitten.” She gives you a sly wink and makes her way to your bedroom and out of that window. You jump as your front door is kicked in.

“Police! Where is she?!” Carol points to your room and you glare at her.

“She went that way, officers.” They nod and run to your room.

“You know that was a bitch move, Carol.” She huffs and crosses her arms making her way to your front door.

“Yeah well at least I’m not being taken advantage of by a freaky serial killer.”

“Hey! She’s not a serial killer, she’s an assassin!” She looks appalled.

“Same fucking difference!” You growl and point to your front door.

“Get out, Carol.” She looks at you one last time with a look you couldn’t decipher and walks away, leaving you alone. You nearly jump when the police walked back into the living room.

“Fucking hell!”

“Sorry ma’am. It seems she got out through your bedroom window. We will pursue her and let you know if we catch her. Thank you for the tip. Have a nice day.” You glare at them as they leave shutting your front door that was now damaged. Once alone you sit down on the couch and put your face in your hands and release a loud sob. God what is this woman doing to you? That kiss was everything yet she can’t stay because she’s on the run. What kind of life is that? You don’t know when you’ll see her next and yet you’ll wait for her. Definitely not going to sleep with anyone  else since that turns out shitty anyways. You take your hands away from your face and rest them on your knees, you look at your coffee table and notice a small black box with a card on top. Has that been there this whole time? You pick up the box and open the card. ‘For next time. - N’ You scrunch your eyebrows together as you put the card to the side. You open the top of the box and gasped. Inside sat a white collar with a few pink diamond studs. In the middle sat a pink bow with a heart shaped tag underneath, kitten was written on the tag with a tiny diamond on the bottom. You release a little sob at the beautiful gift. You replace the top of the box and place it back on the table. You pick up the card again tracing the words and imagining her sitting down to write it. It was then you realized that you wanted this and you know what, fuck it. She could very well be the death of you but you didn’t mind.

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What I had in mind for the collar!!

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Best Beloved: Chapter 4

A/N: Hey y'all! This is a PM AU I’ve been working on. It’s a bit different than my previous fic series and I’m really excited to try something new. I hope y’all enjoy it. This story is told in dual first-person narrative, from Kaia (F!MC) and Damien’s POV. The first half of this story takes place during Kaia’s freshman year and Damien’s senior year of college. The second half is two years after Kaia graduates. There will be sprinklings of canon in this fic, but we’ll try to step out of the box for the most part. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

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Synopsis: What happens when you find yourself crushing on your best friend? For years, Damien and Kaia have been best friends, while secretly harboring feelings for one another. Everything changes one night after a little too much alcohol and years of pent up feelings. Can they control their emotions and salvage their friendship, or will the feelings they hold for one another destroy everything they have?

All characters are the property of Pixelberry Studios. Thanks for allowing me to borrow them.

Chapter Summary: Damien struggles with the state of his relationship and Kaia meets Hayden.

Damien

I sat at my cubicle on a Thursday afternoon, putting the finishing touches on the report I needed to write up for my internship. I had landed a Securities and Intelligence Analysis Internship with a local security agency. My duties included collecting, processing, and analyzing, intelligence, and providing assistance to the senior analysts within the agency. If everything went well, they mentioned offering me the opportunity to join the agency full-time. To be honest, though, I had bigger dreams.

I was proofreading my report when my phone went off. I looked at the screen and saw Alana’s name flash across it. I sighed and dragged my hand down my face. She had been blowing up my phone all day with text messages. After the frat party last weekend, we got into an argument about how I “disappeared on her” after our makeout session in the bathroom. I didn’t intend to, but when she stormed off and I lost her in the crowd, I didn’t make much of an effort to go look for her.

I felt like our relationship was going in a different direction than I was hoping. You could blame it on our busy schedules, and her turning down my proposal left a sour taste in my mouth. But as much as I wanted to deny it, I felt like Kaia coming back into my life had a lot to do with it. Feelings I didn’t know I had crept up on me every time she was around. Her touch, the sound of her laugh, and the sweet smell of her shampoo stirred up all these emotions in me. I needed to get them in check before I did something I’d regret.

My phone buzzed again and I groaned and dropped my head to my desk. I should have called her back and smooth things over, but I had to get this report done before I left today. I picked up the phone, and stared at it for a moment, then clicked the lock button and slipped in in my pocket.

A moment later, the research analyst I was paired up with rounded the corner of the cube farm and called out as he approached me. “Nazario. Do you have that research portfolio on current conflicts and security threats?”

I reached into my desk drawer and pulled out the manila envelope, handing it to him. He took the files and peered over my shoulder at my laptop.

“Thanks, man. Looks good so far. When you’re done with this, can you compile the materials from the counterterrorism report?”

“Sure thing, Agent McDaniels. I’ll have that to you shortly.”

He nodded and clapped me on the shoulder before walking off. I signed off on my report and hit “send” then leaned back in my chair with a smile on my face. This internship was easier than I thought it would be.

My phone buzzed in my pocket again. I groaned and pulled it out to see another missed call from Alana. I locked my computer and got up from my desk then made my way into the break room. Tapping my phone against my palm, I took a deep breath and dialed her number. She answered on the first ring.

“What?” she snapped.

“Baby, come on-”

“Don’t ‘baby, come on’ me, Damien. I’ve been trying to reach you all day! I’m sick of you always bailing on me all the damn time. First, you ditch me to go meet with your advisor. Then, you disappear during the frat party last week. And yesterday you fucking bailed on our date to go visit your mom. I know you have shit going on, but so do I. And I don’t think it’s too much to ask for a little reliability from my boyfriend.”

I groaned. We had planned to spend the afternoon together after classes, but Mom called yesterday morning, asking if I was able to come home and help her with something. And like the good son I am, I emailed my professors that I’d be absent, hopped in my car, and made the hour drive home. Now, I had to face the consequences. As much as I hated to admit it, I’d been kind of a lousy boyfriend lately. I wasn’t doing it on purpose, but with everything going on this year, I had to prioritize.  “I know, Alana. I’m sorry.”

“Are you fucking someone else?” she accused.

“What?”

“You heard me. What about that freshman you’ve been hanging around the last few weeks?” she spit out, the venom in her voice leaking through the phone.

Was she serious? I never told her about me and Kaia, so I don’t know where she even got the idea from. Just because Kaia and I had history, didn’t mean that I wanted to sleep with her. Okay, maybe I did, but I sure as shit didn’t act like it around my girlfriend. I dragged my hand down my face, sighing deeply. “Who? Kaia? She’s an old friend from home. I don’t even like her like that.” Lie. “Why would you think that?”

“It would make sense. Look, I know our relationship isn’t perfect, but if you have feelings for someone else, the least you could do is let me know so I’m not wasting my time.”

I yanked the phone away from my ear and mouthed several curse words. After all that we had been through, she had the audacity to say that to me? I pressed the phone back to my ear.  “Excuse me? Did you forget that I fucking PROPOSED to you? And you have the nerve to say I’m wasting your time! What the fuck, Alana?” I growled.

She went quiet on the other end and I had to check to see if she had hung up on me. After several beats, she spoke up. “It’s just...fuck, Damien. I feel like you never want to be around me anymore. Especially since you started hanging around with that Kaia girl. Plus, we're both always so busy, it’s like our relationship got put on the backburner.”

“Alana. If I didn’t want to be with you anymore, I wouldn’t be with you. I get why you’re upset. I do, but you have to understand that I have a life outside of this relationship. This internship is important to me. And my mom’s been having a hard time since my dad passed. I’m sorry for bailing on you, but you can’t go around accusing me of cheating on you every time. This relationship is never going to work if you do.”

“Well, what do you expect me to think, Damien? This new girl pops up out of nowhere, and all of a sudden you’re spending all this time with her,” she huffed.

“We have one class together, Alana. That’s it. We don’t go out to eat or spend time together on the weekends. Other than the frat party, the only time I’ve hung out with her was during our study groups. I’ve had female friends for almost our entire relationship and you’ve never batted an eye over it. Why is this one any different just because I’ve known her since we were kids?”

She sighed. “I really don’t want to talk about this over the phone.”

“I’m at work right now, but I can come over later if you want me to,” I said, tugging at the knot of my tie.

“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea, Damien. I just need time to myself right now. I feel like you’ve been smothering me lately, and I can’t deal with this.”

Jesus, this woman was making my head spin. “I don’t understand. First, you say I’m neglecting you, and now you say I’m smothering you. Which is it?”

“It’s...it’s complicated, Damien. I just don’t know if this relationship is worth it anymore.”

“Babe, what are you saying? Are you saying you want to take a break from us?” My chest tightened as I struggled to say the words.

She paused for what felt like an eternity before answering. “I don’t know, Damien. I’ll call you in a few days,” she said, before hanging up the phone.

I stared at the screen, anger coursing through my veins. I fell back against the refrigerator, digging the heels of my hands into my eyes. My department supervisor entered the break room and saw me leaning against the fridge.

“Hey! Everything alright in here?” she asked, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

“Yeah, just dealing with some personal stuff. It’s taken care of though,” I replied. I slipped the phone in my pocket and made my way back to my desk. I sat down in my chair, powered up my laptop and opened my school email. I noticed two new emails: one from my advisor and another from Kaia. Jesus, talk about shit timing.

I sighed and opened the one from my professor. It was an outline of the things I needed to do to complete the first half of my internship. I skimmed through it, taking note of all the important parts, then replied that I would have it to her by midterms.

I closed out the email from my professor and hovered the mouse over the one from Kaia. I wasn’t sure if opening it was such a good idea, but a voice told me to do it anyway. I opened up the email and started reading.

Hey Dames!

Here are the notes from yesterday’s lecture. I highlighted everything Prof. Ross said would be on the test. Let me know if you need anything else. :)

- K.

P.S. Hope your mom is doing okay. Tell her hi for me next time you talk to her! 

Of course. I had texted her on the way to Mom’s asking her to take notes for me in class. Sure, I could have asked anyone else in that class, but let’s be real. I wasn’t going to. Any excuse to talk to her, I snatched it up like a dog with a bone. Her email was innocent enough, but just seeing her name pop up on the screen made my heart beat faster. I swallowed the lump in my throat and closed out the email. That must be why Alana was so upset. I sighed deeply and got to work on my next task. After about thirty minutes of struggling to stay focused, I powered down my laptop and walked over to my supervisor’s office.

“Hey! I have an assignment due tomorrow that I need to finish up. Do you mind if I take off?”

She looked up from her computer and nodded. “Sure thing. Just let me sign off on your timesheet and you can be on your way.” I handed her the sheet required for my internship credit hours and she initialed the document, then handed it back to me. “We’ll see you next week,” she replied, then went back to her computer.

I walked back to my desk, packed up my things and headed out. When I got to my car, I dumped my bag in the backseat, then climbed in the driver’s side. Pulling out my phone, I contemplated texting Alana. But after the conversation we had earlier, I decided to let her have her space. She would reach out to me when she was ready to talk. Until then, I had to be patient. Against my better judgment, I texted Kaia.

My breath caught in my throat. Yep, she was definitely flirting with me. Good lords, this girl was going to be the death of me. I’d been fighting feelings for her since my sophomore year of high school. It was easier back then because she was so young, but now that she was older, I was having a hard time keeping my emotions and my dick in check. If I didn’t get this sorted out soon, I was going to completely fuck up both of my relationships. I shook my head, put the car in drive, and headed back to the dorms.

***

Kaia

Sloane, Nadia and I sat in the library Monday afternoon, studying for our Comp class exam. Even though we were only a couple of weeks into the semester, our professor decided this morning that we needed to have a pop quiz on Wednesday and told us to be prepared.

“Ugh, this stuff is so confusing and not at all pertinent to my degree. What is an independent clause anyway?” Nadia whined, holding her phone in one hand.

Sloane leaned over and tapped Nadia’s note sheet. “It’s a clause that has a subject and a verb and can stand alone. Didn’t you learn this stuff in high school?”

“Psh probably. What does that even mean?”

I sighed. “It’s a complete sentence. You’d know that if you were actually reviewing your notes and not texting Steve.”

Nadia rolled her eyes and went back to her phone. “I wish we all had this class together so I could just cheat off your papers.”

Sloane snorted and I rolled my eyes, throwing a ball of wadded up paper at her. “Shut up and study.”

Nadia laughed and grabbed her highlighter, highlighting some sentences on her study guide. “Prepositional phrases are going to be the death of me.”

Ugh, this was so reminiscent of high school. I love my cousin, but she can be a bit flighty. “I’m going to be the death of you if you don’t study your notes, Miss Art Major. Just because this class isn’t,” I held up my index and middle fingers, making air quotes “pertinent to your degree, doesn’t mean you can slack off and not study. What’s going to happen when Steve gets drafted to the NFL and he dumps you for someone smart?”

“Steve would never do that. I’m too cute,” she gasped. Sloane chuckled and went back to her notes.

Ten minutes later, Nadia looked up from her study guide. “So, you guys going to Homecoming?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” I sighed, not looking up as I turned a page in my book.

“I don’t know, it might be kind of fun,” Sloane said, looking up from her study guide.

A grin spread across Nadia’s face. “I agree, Sloane. Plus, there’s so much to do! There’s the parade, the game, the dance. And Delta Sigma Phi is having another party!”

“They have parties every weekend.”

“Not like this,” Nadia retorted. “This one is supposed to be huge.”

I shook my head and went back to studying my notes. The idea of homecoming made me cringe. I only had bad memories of going. Most recently, my junior year. The game was a total blowout (the other team kicked our asses 55-0) and my boyfriend ditched me at the dance for the Homecoming Queen. I didn’t even bother going my senior year because I knew it was going to be a suckfest.

An hour and several chapters into our composition textbooks, Nadia groaned and smacked her head on the table. “I’m hungry, you guys. I say we take a break. My brain hurts.”

I pressed my forefingers to my temple and sighed. Sloane dropped her pencil on the table and removed her glasses, rubbing her eyes. “For once, I agree with Nadia. We could use a coffee break. I’m kind of going cross-eyed over here from reading and re-reading these notes.”

“Fine. I’ll go grab coffee. Who wants what?”

“Ooh. Get me a Strawberry Passion Fruit Boba Tea, please!” Nadia said. “And a banana muffin.”

“I’ll take the caramel almond latte,” Sloane replied.  I nodded and grabbed my purse, making my way to the campus coffee shop. Whoever designed this college to put a coffee shop in the library is a motherloving genius. When I arrived, there was only one person in line in front of me. I perused the menu, trying to decide which caffeinated beverage would give me the boost I needed to power through the last leg of our study session.

When it was my turn, I approached the counter and put in Sloane and Nadia’s orders. The barista asked me if that would be all, and I replied there would be one more drink, but that I was still deciding.

“You should try the Cinnamon Roll mocha. It’s indescribable,” a deep voice behind me suggested. I whipped around and came face-to-face with a tall man with warm brown eyes and jet black hair. His soft pink lips were curled into a friendly smile. It was crazy how suspiciously attractive he was. Was every guy at this school an undercover model or something? He looked familiar and I studied his face, trying to figure out where I knew him from.

“How do you know I’ll like it?” I asked him.

“You seem like the type of girl that likes sweet things,” he winked.

I blushed then turned back to the barista. “I’ll take that.” She nodded and got to work making my drinks. I turned back to the mysterious stranger. “If I don’t like this drink, you have to buy me a new one.”

“That won’t be necessary, because you’ll like it,” he laughed.

I moved over to wait for my drinks as he ordered his. I smirked when I heard him also order the Cinnamon Roll mocha. Okay, guy. I see what you’re up to. As we waited for our drinks, he moved over and grabbed a stirring straw, sticking one end in his mouth. My eyes were automatically drawn to the movement as his tongue swirled around the tip of the straw. He noticed me watching and winked. 

I cleared my throat. “So...um. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look really familiar.”

“I should. We’re in the same College Algebra class.”

I paused, cocking an eyebrow at him. “Oh?”

“Yeah, you sit in the second row. Let’s just say, I may have checked you out once or twice. No big deal. And since I helped you out with your drink order, you can help me out by telling me your name.”  

I laughed. “It’s Kaia. I knew you looked familiar. And thanks for the suggestion, I guess. We’ll see how you did here in a minute.” He extended his hand and I took it, feeling his warm hand squeeze mine.

“Hi, Kaia. I’m Hayden. And trust me on this. You’re going to be so blown away by this drink, you’ll offer up your firstborn for another one.”

I rolled my eyes and grabbed a stack of napkins as the barista called my name and slid the tray with my drinks across the counter. I moved to collect them along with Nadia’s muffin. Hayden watched me intently as I picked up the cup marked “CR” and took a tentative sip. When the coffee hit my tongue, my tastebuds were transformed to a new world. He must have seen it by the look on my face because a huge grin spread across his.

“What did I tell you? You love it, don’t you?”

“Okay, okay. You were right on that one. Any more life-changing advice you want to give me?”

“You got something… right…” He reached over and wiped a dribble of the coffee from my chin with his thumb, then brought it to his mouth, sucking the liquid off. My breath caught in my throat at the contact. I quickly composed myself and grabbed my items. As I juggled the drink tray with shaking hands, Hayden swooped in and took it from me.

“Need a little help with that?” he asked.

“Thanks. We’re just sitting over here,” I replied, guiding him over to where Sloane and Nadia were chatting. Nadia’s eyes lit up when she saw us approaching.

“Ooh! Coffee and eye candy,” she squealed, leaping from her seat to take the tray from his hand. “Who is this tall drink of water, Kaia?”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” I eyed her incredulously.

She sat down and handed Slone her drink before taking a sip of her own. “Hey! You can look at the menu as long as you don’t order anything from it. I’m Nadia. And you are?”

I shot her a glare. “Nadia, this is Hayden. He's in my algebra class. Hayden, this is my cousin Nadia and my friend Sloane.” He leaned over the table and shook each of their hands.

“You’re in my American Government class. Do you want to sit with us?” Sloane asked, taking a sip from her coffee.

Hayden looked around the library, like he was waiting for someone, then back to me. “Oh, I don’t want to impose. Looks like you ladies have your own study group going on.”

“Nonsense. Come, have a seat next to my extremely beautiful and extremely single cousin,” Nadia insisted, motioning for Hayden to take the chair next to mine.

“Nadia!” I snapped.

He grinned and sat down, raking his eyes over my body. I blushed as I took the seat next to him. He tugged his backpack from his shoulders and dug around, pulling out a spiral notebook. He then leaned over to see what we were studying. “Well, I don’t have Comp homework, but I guess I can work on my algebra homework.”

I glanced at his notebook and nodded. “I can help you with that when we’re done here.”

He smiled, sending the butterflies in my stomach into overdrive. He had a nice smile. Sloane looked up from her notes and addressed Hayden. “So, what are you majoring in?”

He paused and took a sip of his coffee, eyeing the three of us, then swallowed. “I’m actually majoring in photography.”

“Wow! A fellow art major! How exciting,” Nadia said, extending her hand for a high-five. Hayden laughed and slapped his palm against hers.

“Photography, huh? That sounds exciting! How’d you get into that field?” I asked.

“I joined Yearbook my sophomore year of high school and took pictures for the club, and I just kind of fell in love with it. I started taking pictures for fun and ended placing second in my state’s high school photography competition.”

I placed my elbows on the table and rested my chin in my hands. Listening to him talk about his love for photography made me smile. I wish I was half as passionate about anything as he was about photography.

The four of us settled into a comfortable conversation, neglecting our studying. We talked about our favorite (and not so favorite) professors, which classes we were looking forward to taking the next four years, and which spot in the student union was best for people-watching. We learned that Nadia and Hayden also shared two classes and the same advisor. Another hour had passed when my stomach growled and I looked at my phone to see the time was 5:30 p.m.

“Holy shit, it’s dinner time. You guys wanna go grab a bite?”

“I can’t. Steve gets done with football practice soon, so we’re going out after,” Nadia said.

“I’d love to, but I have a ton of homework I need to get done for my Spanish comp class. Maybe another time.” Sloane said.

I debated texting Damien to ask if he was free, but he sounded really weird when I spoke to him a few days ago, so I let it go. I shrugged and started gathering up my books. Nadia left first, with Sloane taking off shortly after, leaving Hayden and me by ourselves. He shoved the last of his things in his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, then followed me out of the library. We walked through the courtyard toward the dorms, surveying the sun as it slowly set behind the horizon. He stopped walking then turned to me.

“I hope you don’t think I’m being too forward, but would you want to go get a bite to eat sometime?”

I stared down at my shoes, kicking a stray pebble on the pavement. He seemed nice enough. But why was I so hesitant to say yes? I shifted on my feet and looked up at him. “Oh...um...I don’t know.”

He frowned. “Hey, no big deal. I get it. Just thought I’d shoot my shot.”

“No. I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that I’m not ready to date yet. I guess I’m still adjusting to the new school year. But if you’re ever up for another study group, let me know.”

He smiled, although it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah, sure. Do you want me to walk you to your dorm?”

“Nah. I think I’m okay. I’ll see you in class.”

“You too,” he replied and winked as he made his way to the dorms. I watched him walk away as I stood in the middle of the courtyard. What was wrong with me? This extremely good-looking and nice guy just asked me out, and I shot him down. It’s not like I already had a boyfriend, so why was I acting like a scared little bitch? I briefly considered chasing him down and saying, ‘lol j/k let’s go out sometime,’ but something held me in place. I just couldn’t figure out what it was.