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WIP of Jean explaining stars and stuff to Jeremy. Stargazing boyfriends â¤ď¸
#yes the left eye haunt me too#my wips#all for the game#jean moreau#aftg#the sunshine court#the foxhole court#fanart#jeremy knox#jerejean#gay teen boys
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Haunted
Toji cannot move on, until he realized too late.
Warnings: Angst, slightest fluff (reader and baby 'gumi moment)
You were just a girl, standing in front of a man, asking him to love you.
How hard was that for him? Yes, he wasnât good with his words but he wasnât good at anything else either. He was just there.
Maybe because the woman he truly lovedâhe was still mourning over her. His sad eyes every time he watched an old couple dance together, wishing he had been doing that but with her. The cute babies babble with their mothers as Megumi babbles with his father, how he wished his wife was still here instead of you. He never said it, but thatâs what it felt like.Â
And perhaps that's what it was.Â
Sometimes he curses himself out when he accidentally calls you his wife's name. During intimate times only. You triedâtrying to keep the emotions in as if it wasnât breaking every part of you, was the hardest part. âLook heâs walking...â You smiled at the dark haired baby who was walking towards you. Toji smiled, making sure heâd record every second of it; deep down he wished his wife was the one the baby was walking towards instead of you.
And it was wrongâso wrong.Â
âThis relationship, Iâm with you but TojiâToji this is the loneliest Iâve ever felt.â You whispered while he ate his leftovers, his brows still furrowed from the argument occurring earlier. Having Toji work from 9â5 wasnât the best but good thing he had you, helping him out with so much. Picking up groceries, picking up his lovely sonâuntil you mentioned that one of his teachers mistaken you as his biological mother. That right there was enough to make Toji angry for weeks at least.
But not this time.
He stopped chewing on his food after you spoke, waiting for more of an explanation. Which you figured he needed, âI donât think youâre in love with meââÂ
âI like you [name], a lot.â He cleared his throat. He leaned back on his chair as his arms crossed waiting for you to continue the sentence he interrupted.Â
Right, he liked you a lot. These three rough years youâve been dating Tojiâthat particular l word was never uttered once, not even if he was drunk, or having a special moment with you. You huffed trying to find the right words for Toji to understand. That was until little Megumi started crying from his room. âIâll try to put him back to sleep, finish eating.â He watched as your fragile little body sulked its way to Megumiâs room.
He knew this was gonna happen, he knew you were bound to leave him sooner or later.Â
You smiled as you opened the door to see the little Megumi standing on top of his little bed. His hands wiping his tears as he ran towards you, his arms now wrapping around your legs. âSleep with mama and papa.â He cried out as you leaned down to pick up the little boy. â[name] and papa, not mama okay?â You corrected him, if Toji were to find out that he had been calling you that, then that argument wouldâve climaxed.
The little boy nodded, his tears now gone as you swayed him around. âSleep with you.â He mumbled, leaning his head on your shoulder as he played with a strand of your hair. âJust for tonight.â You whispered, watching Megumi pick up his head and smile. Content with your answer.Â
Tojiâs heart could just swell at the sight. You treated his son as if he was your own and nothing looked so much better right now, except for the fact that he wished it was his wife.
Megumi was now soundly sleeping between you and Toji, âI donât think I can do this anymore.â His eyes shut tightly hearing those piercing words leave your mouth. It hurt when his wife left him, but this hurt was differentâdifferent because he knew it was coming yet he didnât want to do anything about it.Â
âIâm sorryââ
âYou donât need to be the one apologizing.â He watched your soft gaze stare at completely nothing. He was confused, this was his fault. He never treated you how you needed deserved to be treated. âIt was my fault for throwing myself at a man who simply was not ready.â
The next morning was silentâbaby âgumi was confused at the saddened look on your face. Constantly walking up to you asking if you were okay. He was still just a baby, yet he read the room so well. âIâm sure we can work this outââ Toji now sitting next to you on the couch, some cartoon playing in the back as Megumiâs little head sat on your lap. âYouâre not ready, Toji.â You nodded, eyes still glued on the tv as if it was meant for you and not the little Megumi.Â
âAnd how are you so sureââ
âTell me you love me then.â Your eyes are now fixed on Tojiâs. It was hard, he felt as if his mouth had been glued shut. You sigh, bringing your gaze back to the tv, âI love youâbut itâs hard when itâs one sided Toji.âÂ
It hurt much more, seeing you drive away as the clueless Megumi waved you out. Poor thing thinks youâre simply going to the store. The house that once felt like home was so dull now. Toji sat little âgumi down on the couch.Â
His constant, âmama?â or â[name]?â while he kept his gaze on the door every so often. Nothing prepared Toji for this. Megumi cried that he wanted to sleep with his mama and papa, his heart swelled knowing that he had been talking about you.
You were gone, just like his wife. But it hurtâit hurt so much more knowing that youâre alive trying your best toâŚmove on. He stayed up late that same night, stumbling upon a video from two years ago. When Megumi first learned how to walk. You and Toji had just started dating but the look of happiness plastered your face as you watched the little baby walking.Â
That was one thing Toji never forgot about, how much you loved kids. Telling him how once you had kids of your own you would finally be able to live in peace. How he heard of it less and less as the years went on, he wonders if you still think that.
next part ->
#jjk#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x y/n#angst#jjk angst#jjk toji#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#toji x you#toji zenin#jujutsu toji#toji fushiguro angst#toji fushigro x reader#jjk x you#jjk drabbles#rosipuree
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Yunho: weâre going- Seonghwa: not again please. Yunho, clearing his throat, obviously planning to sing louder: WE ARE GOING Yunho: LEFT AND RIGHT Yunho: LEFT AND EYE Yunho, because of winning this match, now calmly: left and right Wooyoung, rushing in from the opposite site of the base: RIP IT RIP IT Mika: *visibly shaking* Seonghwa: not you too- Mika: *slamming the mug onto the coffee table and walking to the duo while showing a âsorry mateâ expression to Seonghwa* Hongjoong, from the corner of the corridor: I knew it - now about that reward... Yeosang, rolling his eyes: *handing Hongjoong a small pocket of mint chocolate*
#ateez#ateez meme#mikaela and his bizarre adventures with ateez#he is just a gremlin after all too#seventeen#left and right#did you notice it though please say yes#this song was haunting me for days#left eye
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"So, and I can't believe I have to be the guy to point this out," Doc starts hesitantly.
"Terrible start! Go on," Cleo says.
"But you seem to be one of the only sane people left right now," Doc continues.
"Even more terrible, although I appreciate your delusion," Cleo says.
"And I have to--you know, if you're going to make fun of me for bringing you a problem maybe I just won't. I can solve it myself. I basically solved the moon thing myself," Doc says. "I am trying to be responsible before this turns into a whole thing."
"Doc, you came to me. Did you want anything that wasn't me making fun of you? Because you know, if so, I really feel bad for you. I already feel bad enough for you that you think you actually managed to do anything at all about the moon thing."
Doc throws his hands up. "I am trying to warn you the ocean is evil! It's important! This is important!"
"The deep sea being evil isn't new," Cleo starts, "I was building Atlantis last season--"
"It sent, sent, salmon people to kill me!"
Cleo stops. They look Doc in the eyes. They search for any signs of deception at all. It's a little hard to tell, on account of Doc only having one eye even capable of expressiveness, and his face being the opposite of human, but...
"What?" Cleo says dumbly.
"It was like, like, Beef and Skizz, they were crazy! They were talking about a giant fish and how I shouldn't defy it. And I was like, what is a Big Salmon? I don't know, man, but they're ocean mobsters. And then I started looking. It's not just them. It's not just them Cleo, it's everyone. The ocean, man, it's evil, it's getting everyone. I've, I've made a list. Grian. Have you looked at Grian lately?"
"I think if we were worried about every time Grian got possessed then we wouldn't have any free time," Cleo says hesitantly.
"Right, right, but it was supposed to be Demise. The killing each other, all of the killing each other. I thought, oh, that'll get it out of their systems. But it's not just him Cleo! It's--have you seen Gem? She's all, oh, I will build a boat. Oh, I'll provoke the creatures of the deep. And then. Do you know what I saw all of Team ZITS doing? Fishing!"
"Doc," Cleo says, increasingly concerned for him. He looks... disheveled.
"And not just fishing, oh no. They were standing in the water fishing! And Pearl! Have I mentioned that Pearl is dressing up as a salmon? I mentioned that, yes? The salmon Pearl?"
"You hadn't, unless that was the big fish thing," Cleo says.
"No, that was something different, I think Pearl is maybe a different salmon."
"Sure, okay, more than one salmon, that makes sense," Cleo says dryly.
"And everyone, they are fishing each other around the ocean, yes? Etho is in the ocean! XB is in the ocean! I think I saw Joe crawl out of the ocean earlier, he was all wet and haunted! Surely that is a sign the ocean is evil."
"No, he's just like that," Cleo says. "Also, I did the fishing rod thing too. I think it's just... normal fun."
"They're getting you too. My assessment that you're the sane one. I've said too much."
"I think you need sleep," Cleo says. "Doc, there isn't an ocean-based conspiracy. It's the start of the season. You know we're just like this."
"That's the thing, I can't sleep," Doc says. "I can't. I sleep and I see it. I see it, lurking beneath the waves. It's calling for me Cleo. It's calling. And when it calls, it seems so--kind. But then. But then! I wake up, and I remember the shape of it, and..."
Doc shudders and stops talking. Cleo looks at him a moment longer and then, like comforting a nervous animal, takes his shoulder.
"You should take a nap. It's the start of the season. You're over-stressing yourself. Too much too fast?" they say, as soothingly as possible.
"It's coming for us," Doc says. "It's coming. I don't want to ignore it this time, yes? What's coming for us. We should--we should--"
"Even if it is, Doc, I don't think we can fight the ocean. Come on. Maybe sleeping in my base will help reset your brain."
Doc shudders, but lets Cleo guide him inside. They watch until at last he falls asleep fitfully before shaking their head and sighing.
"A giant fish that was trying to kill him. Honestly. I don't know where he gets these things from. Always a conspiracy with him..."
They decide to go to Ren. Ren knows how to humor Doc. Surely they can get in their ridiculous games again, and Doc will forget all about this. Doc would enjoy the Ministry of Ministries. Maybe he can be an anarchist or something. That would be good for him.
Doc cries out in his sleep. Cleo turns to him.
Then again, they have this strange sinking feeling in their stomach. Doc's... awfully worked up.
But it's Doc.
Surely it's nothing.
#hermitcraft#docm77#zombiecleo#a bee fic#SO THE CONTINUED OBSESSION EVERYONE HAS WITH THE OCEAN HUH.#hermitfic
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november rain |ex-husband!eddie munson x ex-wife!reader|
prompt: after your divorce to eddie, you try to get back out there. but sometimes, nothing beats what you already have.
contains: smut minors dni. mom!reader x dad!eddie. divorced. mentions to past angst/ fighting. mentions of teen pregnancy. oral fem receiving, pinv sex. slightly angsty. asshole date, angsty ending. kinda a bittersweet fic. based off this ask <3
You could hear him before you could see him, speakers shaking from the noise in his car, leaving your ears buzzing at the vibrations. The swelling of your heart rose above the annoyance you tried to feign, rolling your eyes and hoping he didnât see through it.Â
âYou do realize I live in a subdivision? Neighbors and all?â You crossed your arms, glaring at him before heâd ever climbed out of the car, killing the engine and the music with the pull of his keys.Â
âYeah? They donât like Judas Priest?â Eddie grinned, dimples deep, and you knew under his shades his eyes were bright and wild- the way they always were when they were teasing you. âI have Metallica too. I think I still have that Blondie tape you like in here too somewhere, if theyâd prefer that.âÂ
Your heart skipped, lips twitching in a faltering snarl that was slowly turning into a blushing soft smile. âYou better not play music that loud when my babies are with you.â You huffed, hands moving to rest on your hips, the denim waistband of your jeans hugging you just right in your Leviâs- Eddieâs favorite pair. You knew it, and you didnât miss the way his tongue ran over his bottom lip.Â
âDid you hear me?â You snapped, swallowing a grin. You knew he hadnât, too distracted. âEddie, I am serious, you will bust their little ear drums-âÂ
â-I know, sweetheart. Câmon,â Eddie shook his head, pushing his sunglasses up, pinning his curly bangs with them. âTheyâre my kids too. âM not gonna hurt them, you know that.â The sun caught a flash of gold, gleaming just for a moment off his left hand.Â
Eddie was still wearing his wedding band.Â
Your stomach sunk at the thought, thumb absentmindedly twisting your bare ring finger. The divorce had been final for months- six, to be exact. Youâd stopped wearing yours after the first. It was weird, not wearing the small band and ring youâd worn since high school- since Eddie proposed with shaking hands on your front porch after you found out you were expecting. Heâd dropped the ring twice, sweaty and nearly sick with anxiety. Your mother told you that should have been a sign, but you found it endearing then- maybe you did even now.Â
âWhereâs the rugrats anyway?â Eddie hummed, catching your glass door to hold it for you, letting you slip under his arm. You caught a whiff of his cologne, faint from the day, mixed with a cigarette he tried to mask from earlier.Â
âJudeâs playing in the backyard.â You stepped into the small foyer. Eddie had left it to you in the divorce, saying you were the only reason they got it anyways. There was always an eerie feeling that lingered when he came inside, a haunting reminder of a forever that didnât quite succeed.Â
âHeâs supposed to be watching Lucy.â You hummed, craning your neck to look out the window in the living room. âTheyâre hunting for bugs.â Your nose crinkled, leaving Eddie laughing.Â
âBug hunting? Oh, they donât know their Mama is terrified of bugs, huh?â Eddie teased, peeking out of the window to see the two kids, perfect blends of both of your features packed into two tiny beings.Â
âIâm not terrified. Well, of all the bugs.â You huff, rolling your eyes. âSpiders, yes, and I told Jude those were off limits or I was giving Grandpa Wayne back the bug catching kit.âÂ
âYouâre no fun.â Eddie shook his head lightly. âScared of a little spider?â His fingers tapped playfully in a crawling way up your arm towards your shoulder, leaving you squirming away.Â
âStop.âÂ
âGod, do you remember- what was it? Junior year? When there was a spider on your desk in Geometry?â Eddie laughed, grabbing his side at the memory. âAnd you shoved all your books off the desk in the middle of class?â Â
âYes, and you and Gareth just laughed at me.â You fought back your own smile at the memory.Â
âYes!â Eddie howled in laughter. âAnd Mr. Browcheski got so fu-sorry- freaking mad at all of us. Did we- That was when we got detention, right?âÂ
âYes,â You glared at him playfully, crossing your arms. âAnd I was about to have a nervous breakdown thinking about how I was going to tell my parents.âÂ
âThatâs right.â Eddie nodded slowly. âThat was your first detention?âÂ
You nodded. âI was a good girl until I met you, Munson. Youâre a bad influence.âÂ
âYeah, canât be all bad though, right?â Eddie held your gaze, stepping close instinctively. Your breathing hitched, his hand gliding over your hip, fingertips ghosting the bare skin above your waist band. âWe had some good times too.âÂ
Your head spun, dizzy with a clouding lapse of judgment. Eddie was pulling you in, hand sliding from your hip to the small of your back, holding you so close you were flush to him. His head was already tilting, ducking towards yours, ready to capture your lips and youâd let him. Of course youâd let him, youâd be lying to say you didnât miss his kiss- miss him.Â
Lucyâs high pitched shrill had you faltering, snapping out of the haze, back into a damning reality. âWhat- Eddie, we-we canât.â You took a step back, knees a little weak and wobbly from the adrenaline rush that always came with his affection. âWe canât do this.âÂ
âRight,â Eddie swallowed, hands shoving in his pockets, cheeks blooming with a pink heat that burned through his body. âS-Sorry. I just- I got caught up in the moment. Talking about that. I just-âÂ
â-Itâs fine.â You muttered, pulling the back door open, a melody of Jude and Lucyâs giggles floating in. âGuys, someoneâs here to see you.â You sing-songed in a happy tune, face lighting with exaggerated excitement. You were good like that, Eddie thought, still playing nice for the kids. Maybe it wasnât playing, Eddie really hoped it wasnât, though the rational side of his mind (and his friends) begged to differ.Â
âDaddy!â A duo of squeals and shrieks blended with bounding feet up the wooden steps into the house.Â
Jude came bounding in first, nearly knocking Eddie over at the knees when his small frame collided with him. âWo-oah, hey, buddy.â Eddie grinned, tousling the boyâs wild curls, frizzy and matted from playing outside.Â
âHi, Dad.â Jude beamed up at Eddie. Heâd gotten Eddieâs lashes but your eyes. âWeâre catching bugs.âÂ
âI heard. Catch any good ones? Any centipedes?â Eddie grinned, bending down to hug the boy.Â
âNo,â Judeâs face fell slightly in a frown. âBut I did catch a ladybug for Lucy!â Jude bounced on his toes with excitement.Â
Your heart swelled, trying to wrangle the small girl on your hip, passing her off to Eddie- well, passing was generous, she nearly launched off your hip into his arms. âA lady bug?â Eddie repeated in a babble he still used with Lucy. She was still small, in his eyes, though she was growing every single day, she was still his baby.Â
âDid Bubs get you a ladybug, Lucy?â Eddie bounced her on his hips, tickling her sides so she shrieked with laughter.Â
âYeah,â Lucy giggled, leaning back to look at Jude in a limp sort of backbend. âJudeâs gots me a ladybug an-and we found a lot of worms.â She grinned, eyes wide and excited. She got her cadences from Eddie, that was for sure, more exaggerated and dramatic with each passing day.Â
âAre you going to hunt bugs with us?â Jude asked, pulling on the hem of Eddieâs t-shirt. âWill you? Please?âÂ
âYeah, of course, I will.â Eddie smiled, shaking his head softly. âDo you have a spare shovel for me? Can you go find the little red one?âÂ
Jude looked at you. âI think itâs in the garage with the basketball.â You nodded towards the garage door. Jude ran off, footsteps heavy, Lucy squirming to get down and chase after him. âBut- hey! Put everything back where it goes, Jude Wayne! And do not climb on anything!â You called after him, voice teetering on stern.Â
âI got it!â Jude called back.Â
Eddieâs chest puffed in boasting pride, grinning at the boy. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. âHm, wonder who that sounds like?â You said sarcastically, giving Eddie a pointed glare.Â
âThatâs my boy. What can I say?â Eddie grinned, shrugging lightly. You grinned, shaking your head. âSo, uh, whereâre you going tonight?â Eddie tried not to sound so awkwardly needy, but it came out exactly like that.Â
âOh,â You could feel your body stiffen, a warm embarrassed heat creeping up your spine. âI, uh, I- Well, Iâm going out.â You paused, fiddling with straightening something on a shelf, anything to avoid his gaze. âIâŚI have a date tonight.âÂ
Eddieâs heart sank, falling deep into the pit of his stomach. âOh.â He swallowed the thick lump in his throat. âI, uh, I didnât know you were⌠Ya know, um, gettinâ back out there.âÂ
âWell, I- I mean it wasnât exactly planned.â Your thumb went back to your ring finger, rubbing the bare skin there. You used to twist your ring when you were feeling anxious, a soothing mechanism.Â
âLydia at work set me up on a blind date with her cousin. The-The accountant guy.â You cringed at your words, spouting in a word vomit that you couldnât seem to stop. Your heart was racing, stuttering to a halt and rearing back with every fall of Eddieâs face.Â
âI-I mean, I just⌠Sheâd been asking me since-since,â Since the divorce, the words you couldnât bring yourself to say. âA-And I figured why not. I meanâŚâ You waved your hand between the two of you, the tension uncomfortable and thick.Â
âNo, no, yeah,â Eddie nodded, swallowing back a burn of emotions he tried to conceal. âNo, thatâs- you should. Not that- I mean, you donât need me to tell you that, but,â Eddie took a breath, finally meeting your nervous gaze. âYouâll have a good time.âÂ
âYeah?â You squeaked, wringing your hands anxiously. Eddie had flashbacks to years before, when you two were a lot younger, your nervous demeanor asking for his reassurance before sneaking onto the football field at midnight.Â
Eddieâs heart ached at the memory, but he nodded slowly. âYeah. I mean, heâs lucky to get to go out with you. Youâre⌠Youâre the best, you know that.â Eddie reassured you now just like he did then, just like he always did.Â
âThank you.â You whispered, turning just as Jude and Lucy came back in, triumphantly waving the red, plastic shovel. âI, um, Iâm going to get ready. Thereâs a frozen pizza in the freezer. Iâll preheat the oven, if you can just stick it in.âÂ
âI got it.â Eddie waved you off, forcing a reassuring smile. âYou go get ready. Have fun, sweetheart.â His smile was warm, leaving you burning in excitement. Still, when he left, you were filled with a sinking, nauseating feeling of dread, nerves.Â
Heidi would tell you that you were co-dependent, that Eddie had made you that way. She never liked him, not in highschool, especially not after the divorce. She was always reminding you that you could do better, that you should do better.Â
That always sparked a fight, one of the many that you and Eddie had over and over and over. His accusatory tongue lashing accusations at you, your defenses climbing higher and higher, both too stubborn to let it go. You were reminded of the fight that did it- that caused the divorce. Days- no, weeks of back and forth.Â
âYou know, thereâs times I wish I would have skipped school that day!â Eddie roared, voice hoarse and scratchy from the screaming match you two had been having. âI was supposed to skip with Gareth, but I fucking went, and you know what? I wish I wouldnât have! Then we would have never gotten paired up and I wouldnât be dragged into all this shit with you! I wouldnât be so miserable all the goddamn time!âÂ
His words rang in your head, stinging just as much then as they did now. You took a breath, that haunting memory was the final push you needed to step into the shower, to get ready, and to try and start something new without Eddie.Â
âSo, Lydia tells me you have a kid.â Matthew asked, swirling his wine around in his glass.Â
The restaurant was obnoxiously expensive, much more stuffy than what you expected on the first date. You felt terribly underdressed, in a sundress you hadnât worn in years, fitting a little tighter now since Lucy. Note to self, go dress shopping next time.Â
âYeah, I do,â You smiled politely, the tension still a little uncomfortable, unfamiliar. âJude and Lucy.âÂ
âOh,â Matthewâs brows raised, tone clipping in shock. âTwo?âÂ
âYeah,â You swallowed back that familiar burning in your chest, the one that always came with judgment. Raised brows and pointed glares, being pregnant in highschool, you thought youâd be used to it by now.Â
âUh, how-how old are they?â Matthew asked, fingers tapping nervously on the table. So much tension, and you hadnât even gotten your food yet.Â
âJude is seven, and Lucy just turned four.â You felt your chest boast with pride. Talking about your kids, that could soothe you, it always did.Â
âWow,â You werenât sure how Matthewâs brows could go any higher, but somehow they did. âThatâs⌠Iâm sorry, you just, you look really young to have kids that age.âÂ
âI am,â You shrugged sheepishly. âI, um, I had Jude in high school. My senior year.â You tried not to flinch, to steel yourself for the inevitable look- the one that always gave you.Â
âHigh school?â Matthewâs tone skittered on a scoff, leaving you burning with embarrassment- with shame. Whyâre you embarrassed about it? Best thing that ever happened to me, Eddie would always say, scoffing nonchalantly when you were younger and someone gave you a snarling glace in the supermarket, two teens pushing a baby around in a shopping cart.Â
âYeah,â You looked down at your hands under the table. This was what you dreaded, the âgetting back out thereâ phase. You had forgotten how utterly painful it was, worse now than when you were a teen.Â
âMy ex-husband and I got married out of high school.â You continued, trying to break up the uncomfortable silence. âAfter- Well, before we had Jude, but after I found out I was pregnant.âÂ
âOh,â Matthew didnât look at you, looking anywhere but you really. âThatâs why you divorced then? Makes sense.âÂ
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment. âNo, no, thatâs- thatâs not why.â It wasnât entirely true, at least, part of the reason but not the whole reason.Â
âItâs not?â Matthew raises a brow, scoffing with unimpression before downing the rest of his wine. âLook, Iâm not trying to offend you, but Iâm not dumb. Pregnant in high school, married the baby daddy because it was the right thing to do, right? And then what? Had another when things got rough to try and save the marriage?âÂ
Your heart dropped, frozen in mortification, fear maybe, in your seat. âIâm right, arenât I? I mean, itâs a tale as old as time, Sugar.â Your cheeks burned at the nickname. That wasnât your nickname, not what Eddie called you, and even if he did- it never sounded condescending and mean like it did when it came from Matthew.Â
âNo shame in it, just own up to it.â Matthew scoffed, leaning back in his seat. You felt small sitting across from him, his lips pursed, rolling over your frame with such judgment it made your stomach turn. âLying on the first date doesnât seem like the best option.âÂ
âExcuse me,â You swallowed, grabbing your purse with shaky, sweaty palms. âI have to go to the restroom.â You didnât wait for his response, the sinking feeling in your stomach only worsening with every step towards the door.Â
The Hideout was only a block away, still standing strong on the outskirts of the newly renovated downtown. You were surprised it hadnât conformed to the trendy chic wave that was hitting everywhere, but selfishly you were glad it stayed the same. The wooden booths and dollar drafts, just the same as theyâd always been.Â
The corner booth in the back caught your eye, occupied by a young couple- barely legal looking. Probably snuck in here with a fake, buzzing with adrenaline and the thrill that they might be caught, sharing a pitcher. That was you and Eddie, not too long ago. Heâd snuck you in on your third or fourth date. Youâd never been so nervous, never felt so alive at the same time. A goody-two-shoes, Eddie called you with a sweet grin, sliding you a beer across the table and slipping in next to you in that booth.Â
Your heart ached at the memory, chest heavy with emotion. Why couldnât he have just been better? Why couldnât you just have been better? Why couldnât both of you be better to each other, for each other?Â
The heavy weight of regret settled on your chest, mixing with the draining heaviness of the night. You looked at the phone on the wall, digging in your purse for quarters. You couldnât call Lydia, not after youâd stood up her fix up, left him in the restaurant. Robin was undoubtedly not home on a Friday night.Â
Sighing, you cradled the phone to your ear, slipping the quarters in the slot, finger jamming the numbers. The line trilled once, twice, your fingers tapping on your crossed arm. By the third ring, you were ready to hang up, give up and call your sister.Â
âMunson residence,â Eddieâs voice was soft, still with that lilt of playfulness that made your heart swoon. Heâd been so excited when you two got the house, when you got your own landline. Heâd answered the phone all posh and silly, claiming you two were âhigh societyâ now, moving up in the world.Â
âEddie,â Your breath shook, chest rattling when you heard his voice, a soothing force after the stress of the night. âItâs me.âÂ
âWhatâs wrong?â Eddie snapped on the other end, not missing a beat. âWhat happened? You alright?âÂ
âIâm⌠Iâm at The Hideout.â You cupped your hand over the phoneâs end, trying to muffle the loud music. âI just- Can you come get me?âÂ
âIâm on my way.â Eddie didnât miss a beat.Â
âThank you,â You sighed in relief. âBut, hey, donât bring the kids. Please? I told them I was going out with Rob for a night out, and theyâll want to see her.âÂ
âI wonât, sweetheart. Theyâre asleep anyways.â Eddie muttered. You could hear his keys rattling in the background. âLet me call Wheeler and see if he can pop over to watch them. I think heâs home for the summer. Gimme a few and Iâll be right there.âÂ
âThank you.â You whispered, nose burning with tears you couldnât shed- you wouldnât shed. Not again.Â
âCâmon, not a problem.â Eddie waved you off gently. âHang tight, baby. Be there soon.âÂ
You waited until you heard the dial line to hang up. Your heart sunk and fluttered at the same time, head reeling with a tornado of emotions that left you dizzy. Sinking onto an open stool at the end of the bar, you ordered a beer, the same one Eddie had ordered you years before. You didnât care much for the taste now, your palette had grown and expanded since you were fifteen. But something tonight had you craving it, maybe craving the memory, the feeling that came with the first time you drank it. Chasing down a nostalgia that you didnât want tainted.Â
Eddie was there before you could finish your second beer, only a few sips in. He slid into the chair beside you, hand gliding over your shoulder in greeting. He started to lean in, lips moving to brush your cheek, but he stopped himself before he could, waving down the bartender instead.Â
âSo,â Eddie tapped the sticky wood top of the bar. âBad date?âÂ
âThe worst.â You muttered, taking another swig of your beer. âGuy was a total ass.âÂ
âYeah?â Eddieâs jaw ground tight, flexing with protective anger. âYou want me to kill him?âÂ
You snorted, lips curling in a small grin. âNo, heâs not worth that.â You hummed, propping your head in your hand. âHe was just an asshole. A total fucking asshole.âÂ
âWhatâd he say?â Eddie bit, hands buzzing, though he tried to play it cool.Â
âOh, the usual- teen mom, divorced, so clearly Iâm the biggest loser in the world.â You muttered, lip jutting in a pout, looking down at the ring of condensation left behind by your beer.Â
âHe said that?â Eddie snapped, eyes widening in a crazed way you hadnât seen in a while. âFucking piece of shit, Iâll beat the dogwalking shit out of him-âÂ
â-No, he didnât. He didnât say it like that.â You shook your head, placing a calming hand on his arm. âIt was implied. He was⌠He was just not nice, and I felt like it was getting worse, so I left. Came here instead.âÂ
Eddie nodded, the tension between the two of you a little uncomfortable. The bartender slid him his own beer, saving the two of you from the awkward silence. Eddie took his beer, tilting it toward you with a soft smile.Â
âThat guys a fucking idiot. Doesnât know what heâs missed out on.â Eddieâs lips were tight in a pain-filled smile he tried to force, but his eyes gave him aways. They always gave him away.Â
âThanks.â You muttered, cheeks burning with a tingling heat. âHow were the kids tonight?âÂ
âGood.â Eddie nodded, swallowing his drink. âJude found a centipede. Lucy was not a fan.â
You grinned. âI donât blame her. You didnât let him bring it in?âÂ
âNo. Câmon,â Eddie scoffed lightly. âNo, I made him leave it outside. He wanted to keep it in his bug catcher, but I told him if it was meant to be his, it would stay. So he put it back in the grass.âÂ
âGood. Iâll come looking for you if I see a centipede in the house.â You glared at him playfully. âDid you give them a bath?âÂ
âDinner, bath, even read them a story.â Eddie smirked at you. âI can be a good dad, sometimes, ya know. Not a total deadbeat all the time.â He teased, shoulder bumping with yours.Â
Your stomach twisted. âI didnât- I didnât mean it like that. Iâm sorry.â You muttered, looking back at your beer.Â
âI was kidding.â Eddie said, setting his beer down. âHey, I was just kidding. I know youâre just looking out for the munchkins, Mama.âÂ
You swooned under his cooing praise, heart swelling with adoration. âI didnât- I would never say youâre a bad dad. Youâre not a bad dad, Eddie.â You met his gaze. âYouâre the best dad to them.âÂ
Eddieâs cheeks pinkened under your praise, chin ducking with a blush. âThank you,â He whispered, fingers tapping the bar top. âJust a shitty husband then?âÂ
You rolled your eyes lightly. âNo,â You clicked your tongue playfully. âNot a shitty husband. Not all the time anyways.â
Eddie grinned, dimples deep, eyes brightening. âYou had your good moments.âÂ
âYeah?â Eddie hummed, leaning in towards you. âLike when?âÂ
Youâre body burned, electric tingles shooting to your core. The look in his eyes, squinting just barely, lips pursing, tongue rolling over his teeth- a look you were all too familiar with. You knew better, knew so much better than to let him sway you, to give into your urges.Â
âHm, I can think of a few times.â You purred, leaning in closer to him, lashes batting sweetly. âMaybe you could remind me?âÂ
Eddieâs wide grin stood the test of time. The same wild, excited grin heâd give you years ago hadnât changed, it still left you spinning, abandoning your better judgment, following him with blinders into anything.Â
âChrist, I fuckinâ missed you.â Eddie moaned, breathy and quiet, lips pressing to yours in fever.Â
You shuddered under his touch, his fingers circling your clit perfectly, expertly- he was, after all, been with you for so long, he knew exactly how you wanted it. The house was quiet, the drone of the TV on for background noise, hoping the kids wouldnât wake up.Â
âEddie,â You whispered, eyes rolling back, clawing his shoulder at a particularly perfect rub that had you seeing stars. âFuck, that felt good.âÂ
âYeah? Feels good. I can always make you feel good, sweetheart.â Eddie muttered, wet smooches trailing down your neck, down your collarbones. âWant me to make you feel better? Keep you feelinâ good? Lemme make you feel good.âÂ
His hands moved, pushing down your dress. Eddie looked, trying to will his mind silent at the sight of your matching, lacy set. It drove Eddie to his knees to see you in it, but his heart dropped knowing you hadnât picked it to wear it for him.Â
He shoved the lacy panties down, letting them pool at your ankles, hands sinking on your hips. You wiggled, stilling your hips to keep them from bucking when Eddie kissed your mound, teasing kisses all the way down to your slit.Â
âSpread your legs fâme.â Eddieâs breath ghosted over your skin, a half grin spreading across his features when you kicked your legs open, arching forward for him.Â
Eddieâs tongue ran teasingly over your left lip, your right, before licking a long stripe right through your wet folds. In the past, he would have teased you, toyed with you until you whined and begged for him to fuck you. Back when he used to have you whenever he wanted, heâd lived for that, but now, he didnât have that luxury. He had to make the most of his time now, at your call, at your service.Â
You bit your fist, trying to swallow back a moan that threatened to tear out of your throat. Your vibrator, tucked away in your sock drawer, could never replace this- replace him. His touch, the rush of endorphins that came from the pleasure he gave you, always eager to please.Â
Finger raking through his curls, you tugged him further and further into you, hips grinding on his face. âTh-Thatâs it. That feels good.â You whispered.Â
Eddie moaned, sending waves of vibrations to your core, knees buckling under the feeling. Your breath caught, head tipping back to silence the moans, ripples of pleasure crashing over you.Â
âOkay, okay, stop.â You panted, pushing on the top of his head, trying to writhe out of his touch.Â
Eddieâs face fell in hurt, in fear, scanning your features. He knew it was coming, the inevitable that youâd change your mind, tell him you couldnât do this. âI-I need you.â His heart leapt at your words. âI just need you right now, please.âÂ
It felt like a dream, having you wrapped around him in every way. Buried inside you, Eddie tried to savor the feeling, really feel you in case this was the last time. Your legs tight around his hips, arms around his shoulders, pulling him into you as he fucked you into the mattress- into the bed that you both shared for so many years.Â
Your nails clawed down his back, biting at his shoulder to keep yourself quiet, toes curling in pleasure. Eddieâs hand slid between the two of you, circling your clit as he approached his own orgasm. He knew you were close, knew everything about you.Â
âFuck, you feel so fuckinâ good. The best, the fuckinâ best, baby.â Eddie whispered, breath hot over your ear, nipping at your ear lobe. Your body shuddered, hips bucking with pleasure.Â
âFuckinâ missed you. Missed you- ah.â Eddie whined, nearly cumming when your teeth bit his shoulder, the spark of pain making his slops get sloppier and sloppier.Â
Eddieâs lips moved to yours, biting your bottom lip, sucking on it while his fingers slid over your clit until you were shaking, flooding over his length. Your grip loosened, melting into the mattress as he finished, drilling into you.Â
âFuck, feel so good. Fuckinâ love the way you feel.â Eddie looked down at you, eyes glassy and dazed from your own orgasm, lips bitten from him.Â
A final pump, a final grunt, and he was spilling inside you, hips still slowly rolling inside you, dropping his face into your neck. You held him tight, muffling his moans into your skin. âI love you, I love you, I love you.â Eddie rambled, chest to chest, heaving and clinging to the other.Â
A feeling settled around the two of you after you broke apart, laying side by side under the sheets, the house still, quiet, filled with a tension you couldnât quite figure out.Â
âIâm sorry you had a shitty date.â Eddie muttered, voice a little raspy.Â
ââS alright.â You sighed, stretching under the sheets. âEnded pretty good, all things considered.âÂ
âYeah it did.â Eddie grinned softly. âMissed you.âÂ
Your heart ached, sinking in your chest. âI-I think you just missed having sex.âÂ
âNo,â Eddie said firmly, shaking his head. âNo, I-I missed you. I missed this, us.â He rolled over, turning towards you.Â
âEddie-âÂ
â-No, I just- Iâm sorry, and I know I was a dick, and I-I did some things, but, baby, weâre good. Weâre so good together.â Eddie whispered, reaching for you. âWeâre meant to be together. You know we are. Itâs always been us, itâs always supposed to be us.âÂ
âWeâre not good together.â You pressed your lips together, shaking your head. âWeâre not good for each other.âÂ
âDonât say that.â Eddieâs eyes shined with hurt, shaking his head. âHow-How can you say that-âÂ
â-Because, weâre good now. Right now, but⌠but then itâll be just like it was, and weâll be right back to fighting.â You pressed your palms to your eyes, chest tightening with the post orgasm clarity, the realization of your mistake. Youâd never learn your lesson, no matter how many times youâd go through this.Â
âBaby, we could go back to counseling. I just- We should try. I want to try, I want to be a family again. I want to be better this time. I promise Iâll be better this time, please.â Eddie reached for your hand, pulling them off your eyes. âPlease, sweetheart, one more chance? I wonât⌠I wonât fuck it up.âÂ
You squeezed his hand, body aching, yearning to lean into him. To agree, to nod and let him love on you, love you. To give him another chance, to see him wake up in the bed next to you, back in the house with the kids all the time.Â
But you couldnât.Â
For them. Jude and Lucy had a hard enough time with the divorce, understanding why you two were separating. How did you explain to kids that mommy and daddy were like the weather; good some days, disastrous the other?Â
âI-I canât, Eddie.â You whispered, looking at him with eyes shining. âJude and LucyâŚThatâs not- This isnât good for them.â Your breath shuttered, heart breaking in your chest.Â
Eddieâs own heart was breaking, you could see it on his face. âI just need time. I donât know.â You admitted, swallowing around the lump in your throat. âBut now, I just canât now.âÂ
Eddie nodded, swallowing around his own heart breaking. âAlright,â He nodded. âWhatever you decide, Iâll⌠Iâll always support you. Iâll always love you, too. No matter what.âÂ
Your lip wobbled, squeezing his hand tight in yours. âThank you.â You whispered. âI just need some time, Eddie.âÂ
âIâve got time. Iâll wait.â Eddie nodded, pressing a kiss to your knuckles gently. âAlways here for you.â He pulled you close to him, arms wrapped around your frame, squeezing you tight to his chest.Â
For a moment, you relaxed, let yourself feel at peace as he held you. Allowed yourself that selfishness in the still of the night. Youâd stay like that for a while, until you sent him to the couch. âThings are confusing as it is for them. They donât need to get their hopes up if they see us in the bed together.â And Eddie would do it, of course he would. Heâd do it for you, for them, for the hope that he might one day get his family back to normal. Back to the way it should be.Â
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Fall for Me
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky doesn't think he's good enough for you, but still wishes he could be your guy. Word Count: Over 1.4k Warnings: Longing, insecurities, "just friends" (for now), Steve is a good friend, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: We'll call this a Friday Feels inspired by a nonnie.â¤ď¸ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
It was a special kind of torture for Bucky to watch the person he loved flirt with someone else.
To be fair, he couldn't say for sure that you were flirting. Being friendly? Yes. You had a warm and welcoming personality, the kind he was drawn to the moment you two crossed paths months ago. One of the things he loved about you was how genuine you were. It was only natural that you pulled others in as well. Your compassion, charm, beauty, everything called to him.
You were the whole package, inside and out.
âWhat the hell am I doing here?â He muttered. He hadn't wanted to go to the bar, but Steve assured him it was a hole-in-the-wall sort of place. Not a lot of patrons on a night like this. Somewhere no one would bother them. He added at the last second that you were going.
Bucky grabbed his leather jacket to go as soon as those words left Steveâs mouth.
Instead of having a drink with you like he wanted or just talking, he simmered in silence in a booth while you stood at the bar. He narrowed his eyes as the guy you were talking to moved an inch closer. A bit too close for his liking.
Steve said his name was Will. They had met each other at some point in passing. Short blonde hair and a trimmed beard. Ex-military, but still built like he had a war to fight. Behind the guyâs blue eyes lurked pain, guilt, and regret that most would miss due to his general stoic demeanor. Bucky could relate all too well to horrors that haunted even the strongest of men.
But when Will looked at you, his eyes lit up. They held a sense of longing. Hope.
Once again, Bucky could relate all too well because that was how he looked at you.
âYouâre doing that staring thing again,â Steve said, grabbing a beer from the bucket and setting it down in front of him. âJust talk to her.â
Bucky took a swig, but didn't take his eyes off you. He was afraid if he looked away that Will might convince you to leave with him. âTalk to her about what?â
His best friend sighed. âYou know what.â
Steve knew how he felt about you. Talking about his feelings wasn't easy, but he had to tell his best friend. And it wasn't the first time Steve encouraged him to speak up. He said you had the right to know so the two of you could figure out how to move forward, whether as a couple or just friends, instead of dancing around it.
But how could Bucky admit how he felt when he didn't deserve someone like you?
âThereâs nothing to talk about,â he said.
âBullshit.â
âWe're friends,â Bucky stated. The words tasted as bitter as the beer he sipped. No, not bitter. He couldn't feel that way just because he had a piece of you when he wanted all of you.
Was he selfish for that?
He nearly shattered the bottle in his hand when you giggled at whatever Will said. Something akin to jealousy settled in his chest and he had no right to feel that way. The two of you weren't together. You were single and didn't owe him a thing.
But he knows if you gave him a chance, heâd treat you well. Better than any other guy before him. He would do his best to make you happy. Maybe that wasn't enough.
âWill is a good guy, but he isn't you, Buck. Youâre still one of the best guys I know,â Steve said.
âYou don't have to kiss my ass, punk,â he muttered, immediately regretting it. He was only trying to help and God knows he had done more than enough for him over the years.
Steve shook his head. âAnd you don't have to feel sorry for yourself, jerk.â
âIâm not,â he whispered. Maybe he was. He was sorry for so many things.
As if you sensed his sadness, you looked over your shoulder and met his gaze. You smiled at him, the kind of smile that stole the very breath from his lungs and made his head spin. He wanted to believe it was a smile you reserved only for him. And the softness in your beautiful eyes, he imagined he could see his future in them.
Could you see the endless love he had for you in his?
His heart ached when you turned away and put your hand on Willâs arm. Of course, you were attracted to the guy. Why wouldnât you be? The thought of you kissing him though, being intimate with him? He felt sick enough to finally look away.
Bucky glanced at his distorted reflection in the beer bottle. A long time ago, he would've called himself handsome. Not because he was full of himself, but because he knew himself then. He knew how to walk the line between confidence and cockiness. He was full of life and wonder once. Now the weight of his sins showed in how he carried himself.
Sins you never judged him for.
âJamie? Are you okay?â
Steve nudged him, snapping him out of his thoughts. He was so lost in his mind that he hadnât heard you call out to him. He shouldâve known since you were the only one who called him Jamie. When he looked up from his seat, he saw that you were no longer standing next to Will as he was still at the bar. And there was nothing but concern in your gaze as you set your drink down on the table.
âWhat? What happened?â He asked, not smooth at all.
Your eyes flickered to Steve and then back at him. âI asked if youâre okay. You donât look too well.â
âNot feeling so great,â he said, which wasnât a lie. âThis placeâŚâ
âOh,â you said, sliding into the booth beside him. He inhaled, your sweet scent soothing the pain in his heart and making it race all at once. âWell, why donât we head out? Thereâs no reason to stay if you donât want to stay.â
He gently smiled. You were always willing to go with the flow and change plans if things ever got too loud or too much for him. âIâm fine. Besides, you just got your drink and you havenât had a chance to play pool with Sam or Natasha,â he argued. He didnât want to spoil your night.
You put your hand on his arm, but it seemed different than when you touched Willâs arm. This was tender, soothing. âIf being here is making you uncomfortable, then I donât feel like sticking around. Theyâll understand. Steve, please, back me up on this.â
âSheâs right. You two should go,â Steve said, conveniently leaving himself and the others out of the equation.
Bucky spared Will a glance, who was now talking to the guys he went into the bar with. He swallowed hard before the next words left his mouth. âWhat about your new friend?â
âYou are my friend, Jamie,â you said. He winced inwardly at the reminder. Friends. You were just friends. âDonât worry about him. Letâs just go. How about a movie at your place? Something low-key so you feel better.â
âYou sure?â He asked, wondering just how eager he looked to leave with you.
âIâm sure,â you smiled, making his heart warm again.
âOkay. You convinced me,â he said. Not that it wouldâve taken much. Your smile could bend the will of just about anyone.
âYou know, I hear healthy conversations are also good to help people feel better,â Steve chimed in, earning an elbow to the side from Bucky.
You raised an eyebrow and slid out of the booth. âYeah. Sure. Jamie and I can have a healthy conversation and you all enjoy the rest of the night.â You offered Bucky a hand to help him out. He didnât want to let go. âCâmon. We have a movie waiting for us.â
âYes, maâam,â Bucky teased, proud of himself when you giggled.
Steve gave him an optimistic smile and he couldnât help but return it. He wasnât sure if Will had given you his number or if you planned to see him, but maybe heâd take a chance and tell you he had fallen for you. Maybe, if he was lucky, you had fallen for him, too.
Just maybe.
And maybe, just maybe, this could be a thing? Did Will give you his number? Will Bucky say how he feels? What's going to happen? Love and thanks for reading! â¤ď¸
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omg would die for a concussion fic with remus <33
âyour concussion causes moderate memory loss, and you forget some very important details about your relationship with Remus. fem, 1.3k
âThis is nice.âÂ
You toy with the ring on Remusâ finger, turning it around and around and around. With your weight bearing down on his right arm and your hand secured around his left to stop him from moving, there isnât much he can do besides say, âYeah?âÂ
âI love when guys wear rings.âÂ
âI had a suspicion.âÂ
You wince as stars flash through your vision, pausing in your toying to press your face into his chest.Â
âYou okay?â he asks.Â
âI can see black and white spots.âÂ
âOh, no,â he says sympathetically. âClose them, dovey. Take a breather.âÂ
The chair under you is uncomfortable, your back aches, your head twinges, but Remus is comfortable to lean again. Heâs wearing one of his big hoodies, old enough to feel like brushed cotton under your cheek and against your nose, decals washed away. He steals his hand back to pat your shoulder, an image of patience.Â
âSorry. This isnât a good second date.âÂ
Remus leans down to talk near your ear. âDove,â he whispers, âthis isnât our second date, remember?âÂ
âItâs not?âÂ
âNo, sweetheart. But thatâs okay.âÂ
âYouâre really handsome so I donât want to mess it up.âÂ
âMess what up, the date?â he asks. âYou didnât mess it up, it went very well. It was a year ago, but.â He smiles, his breath warming your face, his arm hot around you and securing you to his chest.
âA year ago?âÂ
âYeah, a year ago. We went to winter wonderland and the bookshop by the train station and you wouldnât let me buy you any books.â He laughs softly. âBut I got you one eventually. A couple by now, at least.âÂ
âThatâs nice.âÂ
âYouâve bought me a hundred more, itâs awful.âÂ
You raise your head to squint at him. âI have?â
âSo many,â he whispers, dipping his chin down to kiss your nose, to your wide-eyed delight. âBut you let me look after you in other ways.âÂ
âLet you?âÂ
âYes, let me. Itâs part ofâŚâ He cups your cheek quickly. âSickness and health and everything. I have to keep you happy.âÂ
âAh.â His ring is warm on your cheek. âSickness and health, like weâre married.âÂ
âSomething like that.âÂ
You straighten up as someone behind you coughs aggressively. A little further down a baby cries against a motherâs chest, and the TV plays a quiz show youâre starting to hate. Moving your head has black haunting the sides of your vision again, the light seeping in from the automatic doors too much to handle.Â
âIâve asked Sirius to bring you some sunglasses.âÂ
You turn around. âSirius, thatâs the one with the motorbike?âÂ
âYeah. He should be quick. But maybe theyâll have called you in again by then and we can go home.âÂ
Thatâs right. Youâve been seen once by a doctor for triage, and sent back out again when they deemed you only mildly concussed, no bleeding on the brain, but an X-ray ordered for safety's sake anyways. Thatâs what youâre waiting for. Remus is waiting with you, because heâs a very nice man.Â
âSorry if Iâm ruining your Saturday.âÂ
Remusâ hair falls from behind his ear as he lifts his head properly. âI think you might be having a worse day than me, so Iâll forgive you. I'm joking!â He tucks that stray strand behind his ear unsuccessfully. âYou could never ruin my Saturday. Iâd spend the entire bank holiday weekend in here with you, I only want them to look after you so I can finish the job.âÂ
Heat like a kiss on each cheek. You bring your hand to your nose, overwhelmed. âReally?âÂ
âWe spend a lot of time together, sweetheart. I know you donât remember right now, but I love you.âÂ
âYou do?âÂ
âDonât tell me you canât feel that.âÂ
You look at him with the sunshine caressing the side of his face, his three mean scars and his scattered beauty spots. He has thick eyebrows, light brown eyes in the sun like honeyed tea, and a playful smile. More frown lines than smile lines, but the beginnings of crows feet speaks to some joy, at least. You bring your thumb up to a small wrinkle and stroke it, before tucking his hair behind his ear. Itâs too short to stay put for long.Â
âI love you,â you say surely. You do, even if you canât remember more than your first date.Â
Heâs a good kisser, you remember. Heâd pulled you back from your door and kissed you like youâd stolen the breath straight from his lungs.Â
âI know.â He brings your hand from his ear to kiss. Gentle, he strokes your knuckles, his thumb turning a golden ring where it sits on your marriage finger.Â
âItâs really like weâre married, we have matching rings,â you laugh.Â
He holds his hand up between you. âWe are married, lovely girl.âÂ
You steal your hand back. He waits without hurry, though a line of concern marks his brow. âAre we? When did we get married?âÂ
âOnly a few days ago, but weâre married. This wasnât on the honeymoon agenda.âÂ
He takes your hand with care and shows you the gold ring on your marriage finger to match his own, aligning your hands. The colour hadnât seemed important a moment ago, nor the placement, but now youâre seeing them you realise youâd made a small misjudgement. Itâs not like youâre married at all, you simply are.Â
You frown. The way heâs holding your hand feels familiar, though the idea that youâre married is preposterous. You canât remember any ceremony or reception, a proposal, nothing. Thereâs simply blank space there, which isnât very nice. ButâŚÂ
Youâre not scared. You havenât been worried once all day.Â
âYou have a concussion,â he says quietly, practised, like heâs said it to you before. âAnd itâs resulted in some amnesia, but itâs going to get better very soon.âÂ
âWeâre definitely married?âÂ
âUnless youâve changed your mind.âÂ
âI donât want to change my mind.â You fluster quickly with what youâve said, looking down at the hospitalâs linoleum flooring.Â
Remus takes your hand where it lays on your thigh and squeezes it. A thread of memory tugs at the touch; you remember this. His tender concern. His constant support.Â
âThen you donât have to. Whether you remember me or not, Iâm here to look after you, okay? Iâm right here.âÂ
You nod without looking up. His hand knows yours no matter what you remember, rubbing at all the best parts, holding with the perfect amount of pressure.Â
âYou okay?âÂ
âI guess our second date really did go well.âÂ
âBetter than I could ever explain.â He tugs at your hand until you look at him, his head already ducked to keep you pinned by his gaze. âYouâre like my shy girl all over again. I forgot how nervous you used to get.âÂ
You can see the Remus who became your husband and the one who scared butterflies into action every time he looked at you coalescing. âYouâre really good-looking,â you explain.Â
âAnd what do you think you are?â He rubs your hand. âYouâre beautiful. Can I have a kiss, dove? Is that okay?âÂ
You squeeze your eyes closed. Youâd been fighting stars in your eyes anyways.
When Remus kisses you, your body responds to his touch like it knows him. Your heart thuds against your ribs, your lips know exactly how to move and when heâs going to turn his head. Love for him shines through it. His love for you makes your chest hurt, his chaste kissing like a straight shot of oxytocin. All your worry saps away.Â
âFeel any better?â he asks knowingly.
You remember enough about his teasing to withhold an answer. He kisses your cheek, his smile unmissable on your skin.Â
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love me harder | m. verstappen
hypothesis - max is on the brink of losing you. however, after a fatal accidentâŚ
pairing - max verstappen x fem!driver!reader
[fic is inspired by âlove me harderâ by ariana grande ft. the weeknd
âbaby, in the moment, youâll know this is, something bigger than us and beyond blissâ
âcould you just look at me?â you yelled as max just kept walking a few steps ahead of you.
âcanât. race is about to start.â
stepping into a quicker pace you place yourself in front of max and the garage door, âwhen was the last time you told me you loved me?â
your eyes searched his face, desperately trying to find a glimpse of the max that you knew, the max you fell in love with, the max you married. the hand you placed on his chest, you could feel the steady rhythmic thump of his heart.
âyou really want to do this now?â
âyes! i never see you anymore!â
max scoffed, eyes rolling as he looked back down at his phone, âsorry that iâm busy.â
your hand fell back to your side, âiâm busy too max, yet i still try.â
he nodded his head, eyes not lifting from the rectangular square. you sighed, your hands landing on your hips. is this what youâve become now?
âis our marriage still worth fighting for, max?â
he looked up. eyes piercing through yours. you cannot believe the words just left your mouth, but it felt relieving to finally utter the words that has been haunting you for weeks.
âiâm not doing this with you right now, y/n,â max steps around you, âgood luck with your race.â
~~
it was a millisecond.
you missed the turn by a millisecond and hamilton came crashing into you, sending your right wing and two tires flying. the car skidding across the track and landed upside down.
the force of the impact shoved your head against the steering wheel, hard, bouncing back against the seat.
damage had been done. to you and your car.
to lewisâ as well.
unbeknownst to max, who was in the lead, adrenaline coursing though his veins at the thought of his fourth podium for the season.
he was thriving, the car succumbing to his every command. the engine roaring sending shivers throughout his whole body.
the grin on his face turned devilish. heâs so close.
âmax,â christians voice in his ears broke his train of thought, but his eyes never once lost sight of the track in front of him.
âthe carâs doing great, no need to worry. podium is secure,â max declared excitingly. he took the turn, groaning at the strain it took on his body.
âthough, sainz is on my tail the whole fucking time.â
christian sighed, not at all what max had expected, but he couldnât be bothered by his team principalâs pms at the moment.
âmax, there was a crash.â
another turn, another groan.
sainz could be spotted in maxâ peripheral vision. he pushed the car harder, engine roaring, sending max flying away from carlos.
âwho crashed?â he asked as he fiddled with the buttons on the wheel, checking if everything is still steady. he has at least seven more laps to go.
ây/n.â
dead silent.
heavy thick as your name registered in his mind. the grin that has been on his face had been wiped down. his lips sticking to his teeth.
âmax?â christian asked, waiting a few moments. there was no response from the dutch.
he felt as if his body went numb, limb for limb. his arms felt wonky - not like the grip he had on the wheel mere moments ago. his breathing became shallow, his lungs struggling to capture enough oxygen, his brain malfunctioning.
next thing he knew he was crashing into sandbags.
the impact knocking sense back into him. sand dust flying everywhere.
âmax!â christian exclaimed, âare you injured?â
âhowâs she? is she alive?â max frantically asked. you didnât have a choice - you had to be alright. you couldnât be hurt, max would loose his head if you where. who crashed into you? how hard was the impact?
max got out of the car, âchristian, fucking answer me!â
the line was silent for a couple of moments, âsheâs stable. unconscious, but stable. no further news yet. she has been rushed to the ER.â
cars blasted past him, deafening noise drumming his ears.
âi need to get to her.â
âmax, the race -â
âfuck the race, thatâs my fucking wife!â
~
the doors of the ER bursted open, a very sweaty, and breathless max stood there, his eyes frantically looking around for anyone who could assist him.
he still had his suit on, christian hot on his trail.
ây/n, i need to know where y/n verstappen is,â he asked, accent thick as he slapped his hands on the receptionist desk.
she looked up at him, âany relation?â
max scoffed, âmy wife.â
her fingers made quick work on the keyboard, âyour wife is in surgery.â
maxâ shoulders slumped and christian took hold of it, shooting a quick thanks to the nurse and led him in another direction. he swiped his hands though his hair, pulling at it, feeling his frustration grow and bubble at the bottom of his throat.
he could scream.
max paced the hallway, up and down. maybe minutes - maybe hours. he didnât know. all he did know was that heâs staying.
why didnât he tell you he loved you. with every fibre of his being he loved you. he craved you, constantly. the thought of you was all that he needed to survive - but knowing that you were his wife, made him whole.
you were the person who stood by him whilst he was working through his troubles with his father. on the nights when fear surrounded him, the comforting hand of you, his wife, brought him peace. on the days when he was on his happiest, it was on the days he spent with you.
you made him. you showed him to be max verstappen.
his wife.
~~
news spread around the paddock, like a wild fire. sky sport tv airing out to fans and viewers to keep you in their prayers and thoughts.
some of your and maxâ closest friends took off straight away to the hospital, supporting max even though he didnât even acknowledge them.
they were still there.
an apology from lewis was sent out world wide, and he even made an appearance to max, but the dutch only glared at him, taking hold of his collar, making his friends jump and take hold of max.
âif she doesnât make it out of here, youâll regret ever setting foot on a paddock again. iâll kill you.â
his voice was icy as he spat the words at lewis, baring his teeth. daniel stepped in between the two and pushed max back by his chest.
maxâ eyes never left lewisâ retreating from.
~~
âverstappen, y/n.â
max was in front of the doctor in a second, his eyes pleading his for good news. the doctor smiled at him and gave him what he was searching for.
âsheâs asleep, but sheâs an extreme fighter. youâve got no worries, mr verstappen.â
he swore he could cry.
the doctor told him the room you were in and max wasted no time rushing towards it.
he searched the numbers above the doors for room one-o-one. his number. a bit of pride bursting in his chest, fate really had put you two together.
max stepped into the room and his heart broke.
machines connected to your heart, the beeping sound being the only indication that you are in fact alive. various cuts and bruises formed along your face. a neck brace adorned. oxygen mask on your beautiful face.
max stifled a sob as he crashed into a seat near your bed, scooting closer and taking hold of your hand. his thumb drawing patterns on your knuckles.
even in your unconscious mind your body still knew that it was your max, the heart monitor speeding up slightly.
it caused him to chuckle, âmijn schatje, mijn alles, i am so sorry. this shouldâve never happened to you.â
he squeezed your palm, pressing a tender kiss to the flesh, âfight, stay strong for me, yeah? so that i can love you right this time.â
~~
a gentle knock at the door roused max from his sleep. his hand was still tucked in yours.
max turned towards the door, lando stood there.
a soft smile on his face with a gym bag in his hand, âmate, i brought you some clothes - the suit can not be comfortable.â
he chuckled and motioned for his muppet friend to come in. lando placed the bag by the door and walked closer to stand next to max. he placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
âhowâs the missus?â
max looked at you, a lump the size of a bull frog lodged itself in his throat, âsheâs good, doc said sheâs a real fighter.â
âshe is a verstappen, ey?â lando nudged maxâ shoulder who just chuckled in response. he felt guilty, ashamed, contrast to who he was. he shouldnât have had to treat his wife like shit. you just wanted to know he loves you.
âlook, mate, donât beat yourself up about what happend, see this as a new beginning.â
max nodded, âshe just wanted me to say that i love her. shit, i shouldâve just said it to her. the crash-â
âis not your fault, you couldnât have possibly predicted an accident to happen.â
he shook his head and looked at the bag by the door, âiâm going to change, would you mind maybe staying here. i donât want to leave her alone.â
âyeah, of course mate.â
~~
two weeks later
âdonât strain yourself so much, schat,â maxâ voice was gentle as he looked at your from his seat on the couch. within mere moments he stood in front of you, large palms pressed to your hips to help you walk the last few remaining steps.
this last couple of weeks changed. your marriage changed. max changed.
he was waiting on you hand and foot, even though you have told him multiple times that certain things you can do on your own, he still insisted.
the one noticeable change for yourself and everyone surrounding you was the fact that max openly, whenever he got the chance told you he loved you.
whether it be when youâre making dinner, doing dishes, walking beside him on the paddock - heâd say he loves you with a kiss pressed to your temple. it was and still is absolute bliss.
your recovery went by fast, splendid as your doctor had put it. with time and patience, he said, youâd be back on the track in no time.
when your socked feet took the last step, max couldnât help the face splitting grin that adorned his face.
âlook at you go, speedy,â he smiled as he took hold of your head and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. speedy. the nickname max had dubbed you the moment you overtook him when you first met.
speedy. the nickname max had dubbed you the moment you stole his heart.
speedy. the nickname max had used in his vows the moment you took his last name.
max made sure that you didnât strain yourself too much in the recovery process, he treated you like you were his fine china, bubble wrapping your heart and by God, swearing that heâd never let his actions and words ever hurt you again.
he poured so much love into you. you practically glowed in comparison to when the argument had occurred.
his love.
his wife.
max made sure you knew how much he adored you, loved you, craved you.
âik hou van je, mijn schat.â
and you knew he did.
fin.
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I woke up to this thought? And it made me smile~
Wrong way Au?
It's EASY to fly from point A to point B. Linear. Just on long, no traffic, straight line. And if you get lost? Go higher! There you are! But "normal" reporter families with Totally Human genetics can't exactly DO that.
Plus? It's part of the whole Americana thing!
Childhood.
Gotta do a road trip, see weird road side attractions, camp and hike a bit. Go somewhere other then the farm for once. Soooo~ everyone into the car! Yes, you too, Kon.
And don't look at Lois, kids. She hates this idea as much as you do. But it's for Dad. So we're doing it. Get in the car. Some times loving people means "suuuure, honey! I TOTALLY want to sit in an uncomfortable car for hours for your nostalgic dream trip!", so get comfy.
Problem is? He either can't navigate for SHIT (unlikely) or this patch of nowhere? Possibly haunted? Cursed? Fuckey. Very, very Reality Fuckey. Far more likely, honestly. They THINK that was the a same barn the passed four times now... but it looks... wrong? Off. Worse each time, in ways that are hard to place.
Where the FUCK are they Clark?
According to the GPS?
Here.
(You are Here. You are Here. You are He-)
Oh, THAT'S not cursed! She fucking KNEW they shouldn't have left the city. FUCK the countryside. She likes ONE(1) small town and it's where her in-laws live, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! If they die, she swear to GOD-!!!
Then Jon points to colorful tents up the road. A mix of the kind you buy at big box stores and Ren fairs. Balloons. What the fuuuuuck? "Fenton Family Reunion"?
Was... was that THERE a second ago?
Clark's very deliberate Not Too Tight Grip Of Panic ⢠on the steering wheel? Confirms that No Honey, it was not. Kon points out? That eventually they ARE going to run out of gas. They should stop.
Words can not express how little the Kents want to do that. They have KIDS to protect. This feels "magical fuckery" to them. AKA? One of the few things Kryptonians very much CAN NOT handle.
And luck getting ahold of anybody back there kids? No? Emergency lines too?
Fuck â˘.
Okay! Guess we're stopping! Stay behind us.
They park.
There are campers and trucks, modified tanks and trackers. A few horses grazing side by side with an honest to God moose and two mules. A Llama. Someone's anchored a dirigible. A boat with spindly chicken footed legs, like it's the house of baba yaga's sea faring love child. The name Fenton is slapped on everything. Peoples faces.
Grinning.
Everything grinning.
As they get closer, the racket gets louder. Crashes and smashes. Roaring laughter. Explosions. The screech of metal failing and the whine of energy overclocked. Fatty meats cooking. Spices from around the globe. Radios and instruments, at least one of which violently cuts off in a smash.
They pass an almost violently balloon choked arch, into chaos.
Grinning giants, everywhere. Every color, every shade, every race imaginable. The spectrum of humanity laid bare. Made large. Grinning, Grinning, Grinning. Crashing into each other, against, through. Smashing and laughing, as everything breaks around them. Titans.
Darting underfoot, children. Fast with wild eyes. Mad grins and fae laughs. Wives and husband's, partners and friends, dancing in and out of the chaos. Just as destructive. Perhaps MORE so. Grabbing meals from grills, laughing and joking, tossing children into the fray, all as they effortless hold conversations of their own.
Like a Dionysian revelry, all madness and joy.
Then they are noticed.
"Cousin!"
One of them booms. Locking eyes on Clark. He doesn't even have time to move, doesn't realize until too late, in all the chaos, that the man meant HIM. A running start is followed by a brutal, full body, flying tackle. Clark is taken skidding to the ground and into a headlock.
"LETS WRASTLE~!!"
He watches in helpless confusion as, with high-pitched war cries, a pair of twins jump Jon. They are wearing war paint. Krypto already taken out by a glowing green dog, now confused and wrestling off to the side. Lois has whipped out her tazer. Kon between her and who ever comes next.
By the time he wrestle his "cousin" off of him, he's lost sight of them both.
Dives into the fray.
Magic be damned, that's his FAMILY!
It... It's the most fun he's had in years. That any of them have. He finds Lois in a breathless, screaming, debate/fistfight with her new best friend. Samantha "call me Sam Or ELSE" Manson-Fouley-Fenton. Kon is in the mud pit, wrestling other teenagers in some sort of battle Royale. Jon? Has become king of the ferals. The other parents are impressed.
His years of Damian wrangling finally paying dividends, apparently.
By the time Clark FINALLY tracks down Krypto, there is already crowd and it apparently six heel turns deep into the WWE Grand Saga of the Fenton Pet's League. Krypto, what the hell. No. No you may NOT "form one last alliance against my sworn wrestling enemy, to prove the true meaning of Christmas!" It's the middle of SUMMER!
Clark... Clark is so tired.
He's also a Fenton now. Yes, he KNOWS that's not how anything works. YOU try explaining that! He's on the call list and card list. It's like the Addams family out here! They just... just DECIDED him and his family were related! They've apparently DONE THAT BEFORE!
They leave with directions, fudge, more leftovers then anyone could possibly eat, and a massive new extended family. One that honestly? The Justice League SHOULD have known about. The sheer destructive chaos they get up too? EVERYONE should be aware of them. It seems impossible NOT to be! But? According to THEM, it's a "family thing". Reality tries to ignore them for "it's own sanity"? What???
So yeah.... no more road trips.
How was YOUR weekend?
@hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter @lolottes @babbling-babull @dcxdpdabbles @hypewinter @mutable-manifestation
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brat two: i might say something stupid | joel miller
pairing/AU: joel miller x brat!female!reader â no outbreak
summary: joel is continuing to have a brat summer.
warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni! age gap, enemies to lovers vibes? swearing, use of pet names, smut, brat taming?, dom!joel, some daddy!joel, manhandling, some light bondage, a little exhibitionism? a little dacryphilia, praise, degradation (whore, slut), some sub space territory, edging, creampie, unprotected sex (donât do it!!), no use of y/n
a/n: ok, so a part two to this!! iâm giving reader a backstory in this so if thatâs not your cup of tea and prefer the reader to be a blank slate, then maybe this isnât for you. as always i wanna give a little shout out to @dustydaddyyy for always helping me when i'm stuck! <3 i know it's demure fall soon, but there's still some brat summer left, so happy reading! đ
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Joel.
Joel. Joel. Joel.
Joel Miller.
Miller. Miller. Miller.
The cicadas rattled in the breeze coming through the window of your childhood bedroom. It was hotter than Satanâs ass crack, and sleep couldnât pull you under. The hem seam of your ratty sleep shirt was fraying, and you couldnât keep yourself from picking at it â pulling at the threat.
Pull, pull, pull.
Joel Miller. That was his name on the mailbox, but heâd only told you Joel. Just Joel.
Yes, sir. Please, Daddy. Bye, Joel.
With a huff you sat up, your back resting against the headboard as your eyes rolled over the darkened room. The shadows shapeshifted before your eyes like ghosts, and you wondered if you deserved to be haunted.
It hadnât even been twenty-four hours.
You could still feel the phantom stretch of his cock inside you, and your cheeks were sore from his spanking, but it was nothing compared to your thoughts plagued by him.
God, you felt crazy, like a little girl with a school crush on the teacher.
Except, you didnât have crushes, didnât like, or fall in love, with anyone. People had a crush on you, people fell in love with you, people liked you.
Biting down on the soft skin of the inside of your cheek, you ripped away the thin blanket covering your bottom half as your feet touched the cold hardwood floor.
The switch on your bedside lamp clicked as the warm glow seemed to scare the ghosts away. The ratty shirt fell over your knees as you walked across the room and flung open the door. A triangle of light cut the hardwood floor in two as you made your way down the hall and stairs. The slapping of bare feet against wood echoed against the tall ceiling, and eyes followed you from the faces on the wall.
Stepping into the kitchen, you were alone. Pierre had left right after dinner, and Eva had left early with her daughter. You didnât like to keep them longer than needed, especially on weekends. Your father would pay them the same, anyway â and it was just you here.
You hated the other house. It was no place to live, it was a place of business, for politics. You hated this house too, but for other reasons â too many memories, plastered on smiles and lies. The dentist had told you to start wearing a night guard when they divorced, but youâd stopped wearing it when you went to college.
Grabbing a glass from the cupboard, you made your way over to the fridge. Your whole body felt heavy, your head rolling off your shoulder when something caught your eye in the backyard.
It was gone.
âShit.â
An ice cube escaped the rim of your glass and split into a thousand pieces on the tiled floor. You pulled your glass from the dispenser in the fridge, and hunkered down, ice melting between your fingers.
With a sigh you watched the splintered ice vanish, dripping in an erratic rhythm that added to the small puddle on the floor. You didnât want to feel like this. Why were you feeling like this?
You left the glass of ice on the counterâ let the ice melt on the floor and escaped through the sliding doors into the backyard. The sky was bright with light pollution over the trees, and everywhere the buzzing of cicadas filled your ears. With a sigh, you fell into one of the chairs, the cushion stiff against your back as your eyes landed on the large oak. You trailed your eyes over the branches, the oneâs youâd known every crook and cranny of when you were a child.
It was gone.
The small crooked, and probably dangerous, treehouse where youâd spent so many hours hiding away as a child. Not that they ever noticed, your parents, too busy yelling at each other to see where their daughter had vanished.
Of course it was gone.
Gone, like the happy little girl youâd used to be. And what had taken her place? A party girl? A mess of a woman hiding behind the disguise of a sharp tongue?
Jesus Christ, you needed to get your shit together. Distract yourselfâ pull yourself away from all the feelings you couldnât control.
Shifting uncomfortably, you fished your phone from where it had drowned in the cushions. The bright blue light burned your eyes as you scrolled, pulling you from everything real to unreality. Plastered on smiles and perfect bodies, sunny beaches, and aesthetic photos. You handed out hearts like they cost nothing, and pretended you hadnât seen your DMs.
Still, you couldnât shake the thought of him. The way the weight of him had felt over you, how heâd spoken, voice rough and commanding, but still playful. It was like you were guided by a puppeteer when your thumb hovered over the google search.
Joel Miller.
You didnât know what youâd expected â Joel Miller wasnât a one in a million name, and now you were scrolling through every Joel Miller famous enough to throne at the top of a google search. But, you werenât going to give up that easily. You moved on to Facebook. He was old, heâd have to have one.
Bingo.
There he was. A few years younger, his hair a little messy, smiling bright. His profile was private, and you sure as hell werenât sending him a friend request, but something inside you screamed to know more about the man youâd let come inside you less than twenty-four hours ago.
You tried to click your way through his pictures, but there was nothing to see. Next, you tried the about page: Lives in Austin, Texas (this you obviously already knew)⌠born September 26th⌠Male⌠Single⌠You felt a smile tug at the corners of your mouth, as you continued to scroll... Works for Miller Contracting⌠And finally, his family: Tommy Miller.
His brotherâs profile needed a lesson in internet safety. This man shared everything and all for strangers to see. You flicked through photos of neighborhood cookouts, date nights with his soon to be wife, the same graduation pictures of a girl youâd seen hanging on Joelâs wall.
âProudest uncle in the world! Congratulations, Sarah Miller! đâ¤ď¸ The smartest and most talented Miller! đâ
Your finger hovered over his daughterâs name, curiosity gnawing at your insides. Shaking your head, you clicked away. You could own up to stalking his Facebook, and his brother had basically invited you to stalk, but his daughter? It felt like crossing a line you couldnât come back from. Back on Tommyâs profile you noticed he also worked for Miller Contracting.
A family business.
Continuing your research, you clicked through to the businessâ profile. The profile looked to be run by Tommy, with frequent updates on projects theyâd worked on, from renovations to outdoor landscaping, to new condos, Miller Contracting had a broad resume, but the contact person was set to one Joel Miller.
A thought tickled at the back of your brain then, and your gaze flicked from your phone to the low-lit backyard. A smile you couldnât fight back pulled at your lips.
The sun beat down on the men as they worked. A bright yellow dot in the clear blue sky. From your bedroom window you watched them, how theyâd turned the previous green patch of grass into a deep moldy hole.
Convincing your father had been easy enough; heâd shrugged, and given his default answer to pretty much any request you had, which was a bored âYes, sweetie.â For years now, the rule of thumb with your dad had been: as long as you didnât bother him and his busy schedule, he didnât care what you did.Â
Well, that wasnât entirely true. As long as nothing you did reflected badly on him, and especially on the carefully curated image of âloving family manâ his constituents seemed to love so much, he didnât care. The Governor of Texas couldnât have his daughterâs bad decisions cost him votes, after all.
Your mother had always said it, always complained over her extra dry martinis, that your father only cared about one thing in his life, and it wasnât his family. Your face soured as you thought about it.Â
Votes.Â
Your mother hadnât been right about a lot of things in your life, but she had been right about this. Votes, and power. Thatâs all heâd ever cared about. It had been like that ever since you were a child, and over time, youâd learned to exploit that fact like you would a weakness, holding it as leverage over his head if he ever told you no, which he naturally never did. The agreement was silent, but clear as day; as long as you got your way, you would cater to his image, and behave.Â
And you did; showed up when needed with a smile that hurt your cheeks, kept up his image, and in turn you got your way.
The swimming pool was just another ask in a long line of wishes. Heâd questioned you at first, âYou want to build a pool in the middle of summer?â The pool you didnât care for, it was the men whoâd build it. Youâd given your father your look, the one where you tipped your head down slightly, bit your bottom lip and looked at him with doe-y eyes. Heâd had a landscape architect draw up something for you by the end of the week, and by Monday heâd had the city approve the changes to the premises. Heâd given you a rise of his eyebrow when youâd pitched the contractors you wanted for the job, but nevertheless, heâd put his assistant on the job right away.
Theyâd arrived bright and early this morning, their shouts over loud machines pulling you from your slumber. Youâd pulled your pillow over your head, dying to catch some more Zâs, it was summer break after all, but the pull of seeing him again was too strong. The excitement bubbled in your chest, and a satisfied grin spread across your face when youâd realized your plan had worked.
Joel Miller was in your backyard, standing under the oak tree with his hands on his hip, as he carefully watched over his crew. His work clothes fit him just as well as the t-shirt and jeans heâd worn at the club, but he looked less polishedâ his hair messier with a carpenterâs pencil tucked behind his hair. Your eyes trailed over him from where you watched from the house, how he moved about the site, helped his men when needed, evaluating every step, studying the drawings carefully as he ordered his men around with the same authority youâd come to know him for after the night youâd spent together.
If all of this went well, youâd have him again.
âLooking good, guys! But itâs a bit loud,â you shouted over the excavator, one arm raised to shade your eyes from the sun from where you stood at the edge of the veranda.
You watched how the men milled about, squinting up from their work at you. Their gazes lingered over your body, they werenât subtle about it, and the little outfit youâd thrown together seemed to do its job, a short summer skirt with a matching topâ it was hot out in the Texan sun, and you wanted to make it hotter.
âWeâve been disturbinâ your beauty sleep, princess?â One of the men spoke up, and your eyes narrowed at his use of the pet name. His grin was too confident, hiding his laugh between his teeth. You set your eyes on him and gave him a pitying look.
âYes, actually! Itâs hard work looking this good, but you wouldnât know anything about that, would you?â you snapped back. A sound of snickering laughs from the men at their coworkerâs expense could be heard through the yard, and you felt a saccharine smile cover your face.
âSo, whoâs in charge of all this noise anyway?â you asked, voice bored, when the laughter had died.
âYou gotta take that up with Miller,â another one of the men replied, your first victim quickly forced into silence.
âAnd whoâs that?â
The man nodded his head in the direction of the man youâd weaved into your web. He didnât look impressed where he stood under the shade of the oak tree watching you. He had his arms crossed over his broad chest, the fabric stretching around his biceps, as he shook his head at you as you walked closer.
âMr. Miller.â You couldnât help the pleased smile spreading across your face.
Clasping your hands loosely behind your back as you pushed your chest out innocently, you slowly stepped closer, his jaw clenching tighter with each of your careful steps through the grass.
âWeâll try ând keep the noise down fâya until nine am, Miss, but after that weâll need to use our bigger tools if ya want this done before the summer ends.â He kept his voice steady and professional, his southern drawl like soft silk in your ears. His eyes never left your face once, even with the deep neckline of your top.
Standing a little too close to him, to be considered appropriate for someone who youâd just met, your teeth caught on your bottom lip coquettishly. âOh, I want you to use your big tool thatâs for sure.â It sounded ridiculous, and you had to bite down harder to keep from bursting out laughing.
Joel didnât seem to think it was funny. Something flickered in his gaze, before it hardened, eyes boring into yours as he asked you through his teeth, âWhatchu think your doinâ, huh?â
You shrugged playfully with an exaggerated sigh, âI donât know, Mr. Miller, isnât it obvious?â
âOh, âs obvious alright.â He shook his head in disbelief, and looked away for a beat, before his eyes found yours again.
âItâs so hot out this summer,â you continued your jest with a hooked finger along the hem of your shirt, tugging at it, âI just wanted something to cool down.â
He narrowed his eyes at you, ââm sure you did.â
Continuing your game, you widened your eyes in an attempt at feigning innocence, âBut I donât mind breaking a sweat if need be.â
âând how do you like to break a sweat, princess?â he asked, putting pressure on the nick name his men had given you.
âOh, I think you already know that, Mr. Miller.â
Joelâs eyes hardened as the flirty words fell from your lips. Shifting his weight from one leg to the other he raised a finger at you. âListenâ up, brat,â he told you in a lowered voice, âAinât nothinâ more happeninâ between us, you understand? Itâs inappropriateâ youâre my employer and I donât do that shit.â
It was almost too easy. Biting back a smile, your thoughts wandered back to the last time youâd had him like this; riled up, and willing to put you in your place. A slick wetness coated the gusset of your panties, already, at the thought.
âI understand, Daddy.â
With a sigh Joel turned away from you with a shake of his head, muttering under his breath, âYouâre ridiculous.âÂ
You were, he was right. But it was so fun.Â
A smirk tugged at your lips when he turned back to look at you. He wanted to say something, you could see it in the way he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his hands fidgeting on his hip, but he changed his mind as he shook his head again.Â
Victory had never tasted so sweet.
All week youâd played a game of cat and mouse with Joel. One day youâd ignored him completely as you flirted with the crew, exaggerating your laugh at jokes that werenât even close to being funny, and touching too many sweaty biceps to count. Then the next you never left him alone, buzzing like a mosquito in his ear asking all kinds of silly questions, slipping in an innuendo or two, and teasing him for a reaction other than an annoyed grunt.
Heâd have to break at some point. You could see it in his eyes. He might play the annoyance up, but there was a softness to the way he looked at you. It was thereâ you werenât making that up!
The sound of the juicer buzzed in your ear as you chewed on your lip. Your hand rested lazily on the kitchen counter as you stole glances out the window as you waited. Pierre was quiet as he worked, only throwing a curious glance your way every once in a while, as he mixed together the jug of lemonade youâd requested.
The day had scorched since early morning, and youâd had no choice but to throw on your skimpiest bikini. A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth at the thought â well, there was more appropriate outfits for this heat, but you didnât want that.
What you wanted, was to get your brains fucked out.
Youâd played all your cards right, but nothing had seemed to make Joel simmer over with a need to put you in your place again. In the need for a new plan, you hoped showing off your body to all his men while serving them a nice cold glass of lemonade would do the trick, hoping heâd get jealous. The pool had already started to take shape, and your time was starting to run out.
âHere you go, ma belle,â Pierre slid a newly filled jug of ice-cold lemonade down towards you over the marble, âlet me know if you need anything else, yes?â
Nodding your head in gratitude, you lifted the jug onto the tray youâd prepared, âMerci, Pierre.â
Slipping carefully through the sliding doors you made your way across the veranda to place the tray on the outdoor dining table. The tray was heavy, and you moved fast to make sure you didnât spill the lemonade all over yourself.
âHEY BOYS!â you shouted over the sound of the heavy machinery, waving a lazy hand at them, beckoning them closer like a siren. âI hope youâre thirsty,â you laughed.
A low whistle could be heard as they came closer. Eyes lingering on your skin, trailing over your body as they gathered around the table, helping themselves to the citrus-y delight.
âIf this ainât the sweetest thing I think a client has ever done for us,â Tommy smiled as he helped himself to a glass, âYou mind if I take a picture of this setup? To post on our Facebook page.â
You shook your head, âTake as many pictures as you like,â you told him, but your eyes wandered.
Joel had hung back, walking slower behind the rest of his crew, and was finally walking up the couple steps to the veranda. His work boots echoed over the planks as he walked closer. He didnât seem happy as he locked eyes with you, his eyes quickly rolling over your almost naked body.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, you poured him a glass; the ice cubes splashing as you poured, cold drops splashing and coating the skin of your exposed chest. Joel pretended he didnât notice, but you saw the way he looked at you. Youâd seen that look so many times, eyes hungry and desperate for something they knew they couldnât have, shouldnât have. The only difference this time was that youâd let Joel do whatever he wanted to you.
âHere, Mr. Millerââ
Your voice was cut off by the sound of a phone ringing at the loudest volume. The suddenness of the sound made you jump, spilling the glass of Joelâs lemonade all down your hand and chest.
âYellow,â you heard Tommy shout into his phone.
âOh, oops,â you said, your voice laced in an innocent laugh. Drops of sticky lemonade ran down your body, darkening the fabric of your bikini, and making your skin shine with wetness under the Austin sun.
Looking up from your body at Joel, your teeth caught on your bottom lip at the way his jaw clenched, his eyes running down your body like they were drops of lemonade. You laughed again, sugary sweet as you made a show of placing the glass on the table, spreading your arms like you didnât know what to do.
âYâneed to be more careful, sweetheart,â Joel mumbled as he fumbled for some napkins from your tray.
You shook your head at him when he handed them to you, instead you ran a finger up your chest, catching the drops and sucking the cool drink from your fingers, slowly, licking up every drop. It was bold, and you couldnât contain your giggle when Joelâs eyes widened at you. It was quick, the wave of shock at how blatantly youâd flirt with him like this, before it crashed into the shore with a stern look. The other men had to be looking too, you could feel the way their eyes burned your skin, but you only cared about one manâs warm eyes on your body.
âThat was so clumsy of me,â you giggled, the laugh forced and too sweet, but it didnât matter, Joel didnât buy it either way.
ââm sorry âbout that,â Tommyâs voice boomed, as he hung up the phone, âIt was the missusâ or soon to be missus.â
âOh, youâre getting married?â you queried, the lemonade soaking you forgotten now that the moment had been ruined. Beside you, Joel picked up the glass youâd tried to hand him, drying the sides with the superfluous napkins.
âYes, maâam,â Tommy beamed, âtyinâ the knot this Saturday in fact.â
âOh, thatâs wonderful,â you smiled, an idea popping up in the back of your head, âCongratulations!â
âThank you, thank you,â he beamed, taking a big gulp of the lemonade.
âSoâŚâ You stepped closer to Tommy, leaning your hand against the table. Joelâs eyes followed you, you could feel it, so you sneakily popped your hips out, giving him a nice view of your ass. âWhatâs the plan? Big church wedding?â
Tommy laughed, âDonât know âbout bigâ weâre doinâ one of those barn weddings, you know? Out on a ranch and everythinâ, they got it all on those big ranches nowadays.â
âReally?â you smiled, âWhich ranch?â
âOh, it ainât far! Only âbout a fifteen-twenty minutesâ drive from downtown. Pecan Grove Ranch itâs called. They even got these nice cabins on site, for accommodationâ which is nice for close family and those whoâve traveled far. You know, Mariaâs family ainât from Texas, so we got lots of folks flyinâ in.â
âIs that her name? Maria?â you asked. The way Tommyâs face lit up when you mentioned her name made your heart squeeze.
âYeah,â he nodded, âlove of my life she is!â
âI need to talk to you.â Joel cut your conversation off while his hand snaked its way around your upper arm, tugging you lightly towards him. When you turned your head to look at him, one eyebrow raised, his face shifted into a deep frown. ââs âbout the tiles,â he grumbled.
A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. Finally.
You excused yourself to Tommy, and let Joel drag you with him. Throwing your head back you watched how the rest of the crew enjoyed their small break in the shade sipping on Pierreâs lemonade.
Joel crossed the yard in big steps, making a beeline for the shed tucked away in the back corner of the yard. He pulled at the door harshly, like it couldnât happen fast enough, and pushed you inside. The door to the shed slammed shut behind him and covered you both in a cool darkness. Your eyes relaxed as you adjusted from the bright daylight to the dim lighting â the only light coming through a small window almost completely overgrown with climbing vines. Joelâs grip around your arm loosened as he pushed you deeper inside.
Taking small steps, you looked around, eyes scanning over the room as a thought of how you couldnât remember the last time youâd stepped a foot inside the shed crossed your mind. It was hidden away in the corner of the garden, overgrown in a tasteful way, like how youâd see in garden magazines. These days the only person who used it was the gardener, if the miscellaneous tools and garden machines were to be believed.
âPut your hands on the table,â Joel ordered, his voice a low hum.
Outside you could still hear the shouts of his men, laughter, as they lounged about on their break. Every one of his men had seen you step into the shed together, and the thought sent an electric bubbling feeling straight to your cunt.
âY'got cotton in those ears, girl? Put your hands on the table.â
A shiver traveled through your body, and you had to bite down on your lip to hold back your smile. Finally, finally, finally. With your back turned to him, you shook your head slowly, daring him to put you in your place again.
And Joel took the bait.
His rough hand slid over your waist as he stepped closer. He let it glide across your exposed skin, the dried lemonade sticky as he teased you. His rough hand slid upwards, hooking a finger under your bikini strap, slowly, pulling at it before he unhooked it, letting it fall to the concrete floor.
âArenât you gonna behave, princess?â he spat out the new nickname. âDidnât I teach ya last time what happens when you ainât a good girl fâme?â The low bass of his voice ghosted over your ear and had your blood buzzing under your skin.
His rough hands continued to explore you, gentle touches over your skin, getting you worked up, but never where you wanted his hands the most. When he pressed himself against you, letting you feel the hard shape of him through his work pants, you let your head fall against his shoulder with a content sigh.
âNo, Daddy,â you shook your head.
Joel couldnât hold back his groan at that word. The gentle hands whoâd explored your body, tightened across your chest, pressing you tight into his chest as he bucked his hips harshly into your ass.
âI think I did,â he spoke into your ear, âbroke that pretty brain on my cock, didnât I, and now that greedy cunt wants more, ainât that right? Canât get enough of this big cock?â
A breathy gasp escaped you when he bucked his hips against you again, and you shook your head.
âThatâs what I thought.â
The speed at which he moved almost gave you a whiplash. He pushed you against the table along the wall, your hands coming down to brace yourself as he pressed your chest down and put your ass, covered only by your skimpy bikini bottoms, on display for him.
âSuch a slut for cock she canât be a big girl and ask for itâ no, princess, youâre so desperate for it, you make me come all the way to your rich daddyâs house, bring my crew and everythinâ just so Iâll fuck you again.â
Joel laughed and you couldnât help but squeeze your thighs together. âThatâs ânother level of desperate, ainât it?â
You felt a heat spread across your face at his degradation, but it just turned you on more, and Joel knew it. He trailed a finger down between your cheeks, pressing down to feel how youâd soiled your bikini bottoms in your arousal.
âBut thatâs just what you are, arenât you? A desperate whore dyinâ to get fucked?â
The hand between your legs vanished, and you braced yourself for a spanking, holding your breath as the excitement grew, but the slap of his rough hand never came. Instead, he unhooked a rope off the peg board in front of you.
You resisted a little when he grabbed your hands, slipping your hands from his grip playfully, your face turned to watch how his face grew sterner. The tired, disappointed sigh it earned you made you smile.
Gripping both your hands tightly, he crossed one wrist over the other before he tied them together at the small of your back, and you let it happen. Under your skin, the anticipation buzzed. With nothing to help you brace yourself, the hard surface of the table pressed harshly against your naked skin.
âHey,â Joelâs voice was suddenly gentle as he cupped your face and turned you to face him, âyou remember our rules?â
A small ache stung in your heart. Our.
You nodded, âI say âredâ or pinch you if I want you to stop.â
A pleased grin spread across his face as he tapped at your cheek gently, âThatâs a good girl, baby.â
His hand slid down your body, from your face down your neck, from your neck over your shoulder, and then from your shoulder down your naked back. âHowâs this?â he asked, hooking a finger under the rope, âNot too tight?â
You shook your head, or tried to, with the way your cheek was mushed against the table.
âWords, princess, need to hear ya say it fâme.â
The softness in his voice when the pet name left his lips, made a fluttering feeling bubble in your core, and it was hard to fight the grin from pulling at your lips.
âAm I your princess now?â you asked with fluttering eyelashes, âI thought I was your desperate slut?â
Behind you, you could hear Joel let out a deep sigh. A finger traced small circles over your ass, making goosebumps blossom over your skin, before it hooked into the band of your bikini bottoms, tugging them slowly down and exposing your wet cunt to him.
âYou know,â Joel sighed again, pausing to let the sound of his fly being undone fill the space between you. You almost moaned at the sound, pushing your ass out, desperate for any kind of friction. âI was planninâ on beinâ nice tâyou, but nowâŚâ
The blunt head of him pressed against you, running it up and down your cunt, coating it in your slick arousal, and you almost held your breath. The anticipation like a fist around your chest. Your heart drummed in your chest, almost drowning out the wet slick sound between your legs.
âI donât want you to be nice,â you almost whispered, your fist tightening around each other at the small of your back.
âI know, princessâŚâ he whispered back, and pushed at your opening, âI know.â
He was too big, the girth of him splitting you in two on his cock. It burned deliciously, and you savored every inch he gave you until he was fully seated inside you. Only then were you able to whimper out a moan, your breath finally released.
His hands gripped your wrists like a handlebar, something to hold on to, something to guide you back and forth on his cock. He pushed himself even deeper, releasing a deep groan in your ear as he leaned over you, the weight of him heavenly as he made room for himself inside you, his heavy balls pressed against you.
This was what youâd wanted. Just to feel him again like this.
âShitâŚâ you sighed, eyes almost rolling back into your head.
âYeah, thatâs what I thought,â he whispered in your ear, âget a cock in you, and you turn into a good girl fâme.â
You wanted to push back, to give him something to prove him wrong, but you had nothing.
âPlease,â you whispered, your eyes squeezed shut tightly.
âPlease what, princess?â You could hear the smile in Joelâs low rumbling voice.
âFuck me, sir,â you pleaded, âFuck me, Daddy, please.â
âOh, now sheâs askinâ nice.â Joel pulled back and thrusted back inside in one hard thrust, pushing your body against the table, a line surely indented in your skin by now.
A whimper fell from your lips.
Joel started fucking you slowly, but hard, the table rattling with each thrust, one hand wrapped around your wrists to keep his balance. Under him you couldnât fight back your moans, small content squeaks escaping you when he pressed himself firmly against your ass, burying his cock deeply inside you with every thrust.
âThatâs it, slut, thatâs a good girl,â Joel praised over you, âtakinâ that cock so well, princess.â
The world started blurring around the edges with each thrust, a soft, warm feeling wrapping itself around your heart as he thrusted inside you. You were dying to touch your clit. His cock reached so far, pressing perfectly against your g-spot with each push. You were so close. If you could just touch your clit.
âP-please,â you mumbled lowly, your face scrunched tight as you clenched around his cock.
Joel grunted behind you and stepped away. You could almost cry, and maybe you did because rough pads ran over your cheek as he shushed you.
âNo-no-no, itâs okay baby,â he mumbled, âcalm down.â
âPlease,â you tried again. Please let me come.
âI need you to do somethinâ fâme,â he told you as he guided his cock back to your ruined entrance, slick with want.
âIâll do anything you ask,â you hurried.
âAnythinâ?â Joel rubbed his cock up and down your slit as a slick sound filled the air.
âAnything.â
Behind you, Joel laughed, and pushed inside you again, making a big smile spread across your face.
âAlright, princess,â he said with a hard thrust, âwhat youâre gonna do fâme is when you feel like youâre close, youâre gonna tell me, tell your Daddy, alright?â
You nodded into the wood, head almost delirious with want, âOkay.â
âYou wanna feel my cum inside you, donât cha, want me to fill yâup to the brim?â His voice was so soft, almost soothing, as he fucked you hard.
âPlease, Daddy, want you to come inside me, please.â
A grumbling laugh escaped Joel as he continued his harsh thrust â your skin clap clap clapping together as he hauled you towards the edge of your orgasm. It built deep in your core, coiling in on itself as he brought you closer and closer and closer.
âJoel,â you gasped, âIâm gonna come.â
Quickly, and without warning, Joel pulled out, leaving you trembling, and on the edge.
âNo, you ainât,â he told you sternly, âyouâre gonna hold it.â
A rough hand smoothed over your right ass cheek, small taps to your skin reprimanding you as he rubbed his cock over the other, soiling you in your own desperation.
You felt like you were heaving for breath underneath him, eyes squeezed tight as you tried to stave it off.
âThatâs it,â he praised, âthatâs a good girl. Hold that orgasm fâme.â
Focusing on the way his hand rubbed over your skin, you tried to calm down and steady your breathing. It couldâve taken a minute or an hour, you didnât know, but the feeling of falling over the edge of bliss fizzled out slowly. Joel leaned over your body, whispering praises into your ear, telling you how good you were for him. When youâd calmed down completely, you lifted your head to look at him, to catch his eyes.
Blown out and big, the warmth of them looked back, a deepness to get lost in. A small smiled tugged at his lips before he leaned down and peppered a soft kiss to your shoulder. It lasted only a second, but it made fluttering wings expand in your tummy.
When he pushed inside you again, your tied hands reached for his. His thrust came quicker than before, sloppier, as he chased his own high, his hand interlaced with yours.
âGod fuckinâ slut,â he rambled.
âTakinâ that cock so fuckinâ good.â
âIâm gonna fuckinâ comeâ gonna fill that cunt up.â
With a hard slam of his hips against your ass, pushing himself as deep as he could, Joel came inside you with a deep grunt. âThatâs itâ take all that fuckinâ cum inside.â A warmth filled you from the inside as his cock twitch inside you, coating your walls in thick spurts of his cum.
âGood fuckinâ girl,â he mumbled, as he thrusted his cum back inside you, making sure heâd emptied himself completely before pulling out, sliding his softening cock from your denied cunt.
âJoel,â you whispered, but he didnât hear you, too busy with tucking himself back into his work pants, and pulling up your bikini bottoms, soiling them in his cum starting to leak out of you.
âWhat about me?â you asked, confused, as he undid the rope around your wrists.
âWhat âbout you?â he repeated, helping you up and turning you to face him.
A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he took in your disappointed face, a large hand coming up to cup your chin. âWhat?â he teased, âdonât like your punishment?â He padded your cheek and pulled away, picking up your bikini top from the floor.
ââf youâre gonna act like a fuckinâ bratâ havinâ your daddy hire me to have an excuse for seeinâ me again, when you couldâve just called, then youâre gonna get treated like a brat, you understand? You gotta earn your orgasm, and you ainât earned yourself nothinâ prancing around half naked in your garden while Iâm trying to work, princess.âÂ
With that, Joel threw you your bikini top, and you barely managed to catch it between your fingers before you watched him walk out the shed, leaving you half naked, as his cum leaked down the inside of your leg.
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ë°ěąí ďźâ female reader ââ slight suggestive + non idol au ・・ my princess mils did something similar >< fic twins !! . . . more
tonight was decelis academyâs yearly haunted party, the biggest night at school and almost everyoneâs favorite party. you were never one who enjoyed parties, but after meeting your now boyfriend sunghoon at one, you looked forward to these parties every year.
this year you and sunghoon decided to dress up as vampires, the costume suited him almost too perfectly. his pale skin and piercing eyes made him the perfect vampire.
the bass could be heard throughout the walls of the building, lights flickering purple and orange. your heart pumped as you and sunghoon walked farther into the party, blending in perfectly amongst the other whom wore costumes and chattered with each other.
you grabbed a drink from the drink table, settling down by a few other friends. âiâll be back.â you told sunghoon as you got up, going off to find one of your other friends. sunghoon sat quietly, not engaging in any conversations or interactions.
you and jake caught up for a little, sipping on your drink lightly as you brushed past all your classmates. âis sunghoon okay?â jake asks, subtly pointing at sunghoon. sunghoon was pale, a little more pale that usual.
âisnât that how he always looks?â you ask jake, your eyes still on sunghoon as you watched him. sure he was pale, but as you squinted, you realized what jake had meant. âoh..â
you went back over to the area sunghoon was in, sitting beside him as you took in his pale figure. âyou okay? you look a little more pale than usual..â
sunghoon looks up from the floor, his eyes glaring at you. âiâm fine..â his voice strained, lacking its usual edge tone. âjust a little tired.â
he looked away slowly, but he looked at you again, his eyes were softer and you knew something was wrong. a few drops of sweat rested on his forehead, his once calm demeanor was cracking away slowly.
âtired?â you raised your eyebrow. âweâve barely been here for an hour.â
sunghoonâs lips pressed together, almost as if he wanted to say something, but couldnât. instead, he was fighting the urge to sit up right.
you frowned, placing an arm on his hand. âyouâre not fine.. wanna step outside for a minute?â you asked, hoping heâd say yes, instead of fighting it.
sunghoon hesitates for a second, before nodding. you and sunghoon walk out to the front of the school, a small little bushy area with a white seating area.
sunghoon sat down and you sat beside him, he closed his eyes for a second, his jaw tightening before he finally spoke. âthereâs something i need to tell you..â he paused, finding the right words to say. âi donât know how youâll take it.â
your pulse quickened. âwhatâre you talking about?â
he exhaled softly, opening his eyes to meet your figure. sunghoonâs eyes were darker than usual, almost glowing in the dim lights that rested on the schoolâs building. âiâm not like the others hereâŚiâm not human.â
his words made your breath hitch. âwhat..?â you looked up him, searching for some sort of answer. âwhat do you mean?â
âiâve been trying to hide it⌠to prevent you from leaving.â he said, his voice strained. âbut i canât hide it anymore. this party⌠being around all these peopleâŚitâs too much for me now.â
his fingers trembled, the veins under his pale skin were standing out more than usual. his teeth are sharper than you could recall.
âsunghoonâŚ?â you whisper, slowly moving away.
âiâm a vampire.â he admitted, his words hanging heavily in the atmosphere, sunghoon left room for you to leave. âi canât hide it anymore.â
a series of chills ran down your spine, not out of fear, but disbelief. his odd behavior, and distant stares.. it finally made sense.
âwhy didnât you tell me sooner?â you asked, your heart racing.
âi was afraid youâd leave me if i told you.â sunghoon ran his hand through his hair, looking awfully pained. âiâve never felt this weak.. but tonight, i can barely control it.â
âcontrol what?â you looked at him, feeling as if the ground shifted beneath your feet.
his eyes met yours, there was hunger in them and it made your pulse quicken. âiâm starvingâŚâ
you froze, the realization sinking like ice. sunghoon wasnât talking about food, he was talking about you.
âi donât wanna hurt you..â he added quickly, desperation breaking through his voice. âiâve been trying to hold back, but i canât anymore.â
you swallowed hard, the tension between you two felt suffocating. âwhat if you didnât hold back?â
sunghoonâs head snapped up. âwhat?â
âyou need it right?â you said, softly, scooting closer to him. âif youâre in this much pain, maybe i can help you.â
sunghoon looked at you, almost as if you were offering the world, a bit of fear rested in his eyesâfear of losing control, of doing something he knows he shouldnât.
âi donât wanna hurt you..â he repeated, his voice weakened more and more.
âyou wonât..â you whispered, your heart racing as you reached to brush his pale cheek. âi trust you.â
for a quick moment, he stared at you. his eyes flashed with mixes of hunger and hesitation. âi donât know if i can stop once i start..â sunghoon muttered, his voice trembled.
you leaned in, your lips brushing past his ear as you whispered. âthen donât.â
thatâs all it took, in an instant, sunghoon pulled you onto his lap, moving your hair away from your neck. his lips made its way to the curve of your neck, his breath ragged against your skin. his hands trembled, as they gripped your waist tightly.
âif it hurts⌠tell me to stop..â he whispered against your neck, leaving a gentle kiss along the area his teeth would soon sink into.
âi will.â you replied, your breathing getting heavier by the second.
with a sharp inhale, sunghoon sunk his teeth into your neck, consuming any ounce of blood he can get. the pain was sharp, but quickly replaced with something warm and electric. you gasped softly, your fingers tangled in his hair as his hold on you tightens. his body trembled with need, as he drank from you.
sunghoon slowly pulled away, his lips stained with your blood, and his eyes darkened with satisfaction. âare you okay..?â
you nod, getting a second to catch your breath. âyeah iâm okay..
his fingers brush against your neck, sunghoon looked at you in disbelief, he couldnât believe what had just happened. âi didnât hurt you right?â
you nod. âyou didnât hurt me hoon..â
sunghoon exhaled in relief. âiâm sorry..â he whispered. âi didnât want it to happen.â you quickly placed your mouth over his, a deep yet intimate kiss. you pulled away, smiling softly. âitâs okay.. i wanted to help you.â
đ : the way me and mil had the same idea đââď¸ i think itâs a sign idk guys ⌠i think @kairoot wants me !! october = vampire sunghoon.
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can you tell us about your interpretation of the better world universe!!!! especially curious how stan/mystery trio works into it
hell yesssss I definitely can. ABW is maybe my favorite niche gf thing and probably the only "AU" I care about but that may be due to the fact that it's an AU that exists in the canon and we know so little about it. so it has an established foundation that you're left to fill in the details with yourself... it's like a poke bowl to me. you can put anything in there
and since I felt like it here's a bonus pic of them living their best lives pestering ford
[explanation-y stuff under ze cut because I got very longwinded]
as for specifics of how I see everything working out, there's a few key points that establish why things happened differently from canon, the most important being:
Stan agrees to hide journal #3 somewhere
Ford reunites with fiddleford and they begin working together again
both of these are already confirmed in canon, the first being the most obvious "schism" between timelines. literally everything in ABW is the way it is because stan made a different decision. kind of crazy in terms of its implications: I feel like that moment in the basement is a really good example of how stan gets so few opportunities to shape her own life (while ford is in the picture...) because of her role as the 'black sheep' twin. it's not exactly a premeditated decision to push ford into the portal, it's her acting on feelings that have been bubbling unaddressed under the surface for 10-something years at that point, and only then does she have any sort of power over the "narrative" of both her life and the story itself, something that from her pov has been ford's story. and in the canon timeline, she says no.
so like, what the hell made her say yes in ABW's timeline? this question kind of haunts me because I feel like it has to be entirely dependent on what the inside of stan's head looked like at the time. it's possible something influenced her, but overall I think it's more interesting if ford did and said all the exact same things up until this point and it really was entirely dependent on stan's decision internally.
so stan says yes, goes on a big trip to the other side of the world somehow, and buries journal 3 somewhere probably never to be found again. yay! but, uh, going on a trip like ford was suggesting would... take weeks. that would leave ford alone again. and not to have my established thoughts informed by new material or anything but bill did give him 72 hours.
so, next order of business: how in the fuck would ford convince fiddleford to rejoin him??? I'm unsure between journal 3 and tbob's information how ford may have tried to reach out to him but it seems like fiddleford was pretty adamant about staying away from that guy, out of guilt or fear of bill/the portal or both. I don't think logically it would just be a matter of ford calling him enough times or finding out where he lives- and I think that's kind of getting away from the point of why ABW is the way it is too. if stan is suddenly making decisions that are influencing ford's life, I think it would be similarly interesting if fiddleford also possessed some unique autonomy in this scenario.
aka I think ford got fucked up badly (possibly involving losing an eye) and fiddleford found him half-dead while trying to burn his house down. [mabel voice] romance!
to clarify: I don't think fiddleford is obligated to take care of ford. a major part of him leaving the project was finally making the decision to leave a situation that was hurting him, that he'd been staying in entirely because he still cared about ford and felt on some level he could still help him (which gets broken with "I don't need you!") and I think that's a very reasonable decision on his part. but I also do have to think about all the times ford has been "the hero" in situations where fiddleford ends up hurt and helpless because of something traumatizing. I think it'd be fascinating to see that reversed and have fiddleford actively making the difficult, messy decision to take care of that guy even when they're on miserable terms. and so begins like a solid week of these two desperately trying to look out for eachother in a nightmare scenario where one of them probably needs to go to a hospital + keeps getting possessed off and on and the other is going through the worst addiction/withdrawal cycle of his life irt the memory gun. yay! (part of the reason this even works To Me also is heavily informed by the lack of secrets: if fiddleford is actively dressing that guy's wounds he can't really keep it all to himself anymore. crushingly intimate perhaps...)
stan gets back eventually. such is the context of this pic
from there it's a nebulous grab-bag of things I think could happen up to the foundation of the institute.
how do all three of these incredibly fucked up individuals get along? well they don't but then they do.
how do they get bill out of ford's head without performing amateur brain surgery? idk. my best guess is a fiddleford and stan bonding trip into ford's mindscape that potentially helps answer the first question. possibly utilizing the memory gun. shrugs.
what's up with that one picture you drew of parallel fidds holding the memory gun up to ford's head? well. okay that one might or might not be something that actually happened but the idea was just that ford is coping badly with a few specific things and I liked the idea of fiddleford "holding onto" something for him to remember and work through later when he's ready to deal with it, it's an interesting reversal of how he's normally more of a memory sink.
from the point in canon about them stabilizing the portal so that bill can't use it to get into their dimension anymore onward, I think it just becomes a matter of them living the lives they could've always had in canon without realizing it. hence "a better world." some cool tidbits I like to think about:
stan gets to transition much earlier (late 1990's perhaps?) and probably starts going by "lee" instead
she's also the institute's CMO and is mostly in it for going on business trips abroad with ford. and the money. obviously.
the institute probably also legitimately changes the world on a sociopolitical scale outside of just interdimensional travel since their research renders them uniquely untouchable and all three of them are trans (I'm cartoon logic-ing a little bit here just let me have this one)
ford is the eccentric bill nye esque face of the company, fiddleford is the backbone. that isn't to say ford doesn't do anything as I think he'd always moreso be in it for the science than the fame (though it is nice to be more than comfortable financially) but it's an open secret fiddleford keeps tabs on literally everything, he's still very security-oriented.
the northwest family now has a more prominent ongoing rivalry with the pines family that could be very funny to think about. they've taken all the LOGGING JOBS with their damn SCIENCE
part of the reason I thought ford should lose an eye is because I think having him wear an eyepatch would be a neat way to parallel stan's "role" as mr. mystery visually! stan wears an eyepatch for no legitimate reason to keep up appearances as a schlocky tourist trap host, but it also alludes to her being more than she seems under the surface. ford's eyepatch does sort of have a legitimate reason to exist, but he also could just wear his glass eye and it would probably be less "conspicuous." he chooses the eyepatch instead because it's part of his image as Stanford Pines, Founder of Oddology, and because it keeps him safe. there's also a little residual scarring there from damage to his eyelid/tarsal plate which could easily represent him hiding the more "damaged" aspects of himself under his successes. ouch.
I'm unsure if ford and stan would ever feel comfortable getting back in touch with their parents. I know a lot of people go that route with fan material but I don't think they should have to. I think they're much happier now having healed the rift between them on their own and getting to live successful lives for themselves, rather than to prove something to their father.
that being said I do think fiddleford gets in touch with emma-may and his son again and they end up on better terms with time and a Lot of effort. tate's family is now composed of his father, mother, "uncle" ford (in the ye olde gay closeted sense of referring to your dad's partner as an uncle), and auntie lee, and I like to think they go out on trips to the lake together often :]
also ford and fiddleford tie the knot unofficially (in the eyes of the government anyway) in 1990. owed to stan somehow getting "ordained" as a rabbi. don't ask me how.
the pines twins start visiting the institute from a younger age than they do irt visiting stan in the show-- but they're only permitted to come along on heavily-supervised interdimensional excursions once they turn 12. cue antics!
anyway, hopefully this extremely longwinded and loosely structured mess helped answer your question. I like ABW sooo so so much you guys
#sorry this took a while I wanted to draw something extra for it ^_^ and I've been busyyy#lab notes#askbox#lab discussion#lab creations#gravity falls
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Lucifer protecting an artist reader
ăťâĽ You left the hotel that day to go shopping, and you came back with blood splattered across your clothes
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |
x: 13k words?!! this is why the wait was long yâall đđ i spoil you too much
Warnings: Swearing, violence, blood, SMUT!!
âUno!âÂ
âDamnit, Husk! Whyâd you got to do me like that for?!â Angel Dust hissed, clenching the cards in his hand tightly as he stared at the freshly placed âWild +4â on the table in front of him.
âYou askinâ a gambler to play a game of cards and still expect princess treatment? Please.â Husk rolled his eyes before taking a sip from his glass of brandy.Â
âI know your games, Kitty. You couldâa played that on Charlie when the order was reversed but saved it just for me didnât ya?â
âWhatever you say, the color is green anyway.âÂ
Angel Dust huffed in annoyance as he placed the extra cards in his deck, muttering something under his breath. Besides him, Vaggie placed down a green card of her own, her eyes squinted with a look of concentration, calculating her next move.Â
You were sitting a few chairs over, on the other side of the table. Besides you was Charlie, leaned back in her chair, only three cards left in her hand. She would be the last person to go before it was Huskâs turn once more.Â
When they had invited you to play some cards, you were expecting something like Blackjack or Poker, not UNO.Â
You were shocked they even had something like this in Hell, but in truth, it could become a very bloodthirsty game rather quickly. Not to mention, it was a cult classic, and it made sense for even the residents of such a place to still hold nostalgia for it even after their death.
Charlie had proclaimed it was a great bonding session while also helping to teach valuable skills like patience and communication. As being part of the staff, it was mandatory for you.
It had only been a few days since Lucifer kissed you on that rooftop, and your cheeks still heated everytime you thought about it.
Looking back down at the cards in your hand, you analyzed your possible moves. You had a good amount of cards still left in your deck, but the one you had been eyeballing was a green â+2â. Maybe that single card could help turn the tides, and someone other than Husk would win for once.
The spot besides Vaggie was empty, a small hand of cards laid face-down on the table in front of the chair. It was Sir. Pentiousâ turn, but he was nowhere in sight.Â
âHow long has Snake Boy been in the bathroom? Somebody better go check up on him.âÂ
âGive him a few more minutes, I think it was the Mexican we had earlier coming back to haunt him.â
âWell if he doesnât hurry, weâre gonna replace him with Niff.â
You ignored the otherâs conversation, instead pivoting slightly in Charlieâs direction. You had a plan, but it would only work with the assistance of the demon princess.
âPssst, Charlie!â You whispered, using a hand to shield your words from the rest of the players.
âYes?â She inquired, leaning closer to you. KeeKee lifted her head from Charlieâs lap, and you gave her a quick scratch between her ears.
âDo you have a â+2â?âÂ
âMaybeeee,â Charlie answered, her eyes scanning her cards before landing back on you, âWhy?âÂ
âIf I put one of mine down, stack it with yours. That way Husk gets four!âÂ
Charlie looked over at Husk, who was sitting with his chest puffed, and a single card in his paws as he eyed the winners pot. Which was a couple of mints, a large candy bar, three dollars, and a coupon for a discount on movie tickets.Â
There was a bag of a mysterious white powder in the mix that Angel Dust had placed earlier, but it was gone now. You assumed that Charlie had probably swiped it so she could burn it later.
Charlie turned back to you, her mouth downturned.
âBut thatâs so meannnn,â She whimpered, her eyes glistening, âHusk has worked so hard to get down to that!â
âItâs UNO, Charlie! Itâs not a game for the weak. Husk only has one card and I swear if you let him win, iâll- iâll⌠I wonât paint your nails tonight!âÂ
Charlie grimaced, grief written across her face as she contemplated the incredibly tough decision she had to make.Â
âHey, you two stop plotting over there!â Vaggie glared in your direction, her arms crossed âPretty sure that counts as cheating!âÂ
âWe were just talking about the weather!â Charlie quickly responded, before nervously biting her lip.Â
It was then Sir. Pentious arrived, apologizing profusely before returning to his seat and picking his deck back up. He analyzed his cards for a moment, before quickly placing down another green.Â
âDamnitâ, you cursed internally, âThe color hasnât changed, now itâs really up to Charlie.â
It was finally your turn, and slowly pulling out the â+2â from your hand, you placed it on the table. You hit Charlie with a hard stare, silently threatening her with the loss of a manicure.
You two had been spending more time together recently, ever since she appeared at your friendâs art studio, leaving you to wrangle in a practically nude Lucifer for the duration of your class.Â
After that, you were no longer worried about whether Charlie was unsupportive of your relationship with Lucifer. It was clear she wanted the best for her father, and his mood had been improving with you around.
Sometimes, while you were sketching out new ideas for your next project, sheâd knock quietly at your door, asking for your assistance in matters pertaining to the rest of the residents in the hotel.
âI just wish Angel Dust would try harder to drop the heavy drugs,â She had moaned to you one day, sitting on your bed as she clutched a stuffed animal of yours to her chest, âI mean the drinking? Whatever, for now. Iâm sure those in Heaven probably do the same. But, Cocaine?âÂ
She exhaled a large breath and averted her gaze, her lips pursed as she continued.
âI messed up big time when I tried to put my foot down for his sake back at the filming studio. Now iâm just.. scared to say anything about it, I donât want to re-ignite any fire between us.â
You had nodded along while listening to her words, your fingers tapping against the wooden easel as you contemplated.
âMaybe you should try sitting him down and having a heart-to-heart with him?â You suggested gently, putting down your pencil.
âExpress your concerns and offer your support. With the business heâs in and the.. culture that surrounds it, I have no doubt those closest to him are only continuing to perpetuate his, erm, activities.â
She regarded your words for a moment, staring down at her shoes as she let that sink in.Â
âYou could even take it a step farther and invite him to different groups or classes. There are many places around the city that do things like pottery, poetry, even shitty horse riding lessons. Maybe if he found something of interest, it would help in replacing those bad habits.â
Slowly, Charlieâs head started to nod, and she met your gaze with fresh determination.
âYouâre right! Itâs time for me to step up and be his support beam. If I canât get him to make better choices, then whatâs the point of the hotel? Iâm sure the others will agree to help!âÂ
She crossed the room, and gave you a large bear hug. She squeezed the breath out of your lungs, but you only returned the hug, eager to show her your support.
Quickly, like she had done something wrong, she pulled her arms back to her sides and stepped back, creating a gap between the two of you. Nervously, she twisted a piece of her hair around her finger and bit her lip.Â
âTo be honest, I really enjoy talking to you about this kind of stuff. You just have this aura that makes me want to spill all my secrets, just like I used to with my mom...â
Those last few words that left Charlieâs lips were in a whisper. Your eyes widened at that. Did she regard you as a semi-parental figure now that youâve slowly slipped into the Morningstar family?Â
Her mother was a tough subject for her, since she had no idea where Lilith had scurried off to during these last seven years. All she had was the dream that her mom had left in her absence, and the will to enlighten the lost souls of Hell. Â
You never would imagine replacing Lilith, for either Charlie or Lucifer. She was the Queen of Hell, their rock during the beginning of Hellâs creation. It was only natural she still held a piece of their hearts.
Slowly, you reached out, and gingerly took her hand. You squeezed it, a silent gesture of comfort.
âIâm just glad I can be your support beam,â You had conceded, âyouâre doing such a great job with the hotel. Your ideas deserve to be heard, deserve to be tried. Iâm really proud of you for taking such a large step, and iâm glad to be along for the journey with you.âÂ
It was then that Charlieâs breath hitched, her cheeks turned a faint shade of red, and her eyes began to glisten.Â
You rushed forward quickly as her lips began to quiver, and pulled her into another warm embrace. She melted into it, leaning into your chest as you heard quiet sniffles originating from the princess.
âThat is just so refreshing to hear, you have no idea.â She answered after a moment, before standing up straight and taking a step back. Rubbing the short trail of tears away, she sent you a warm smile before waving farewell and disappearing out of your room.
Days like that continued, where sheâd ask for your advice or share the latest gossip around the hotel.Â
âJesus, Charlie. Whatâs got you so twisted? Play a card!â Angel Dustâs voice broke you out of your thoughts. Blinking a few times, you twisted your head in Charlieâs direction to see what the fuss was about.
She sat there in her chair, the cards slightly trembling in her hands, as she was faced with an uncomfortable decision. You swore you saw a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead, like she was deciding the fate of Huskâs life instead of the number of cards in his paws.
âI.. I just- Oh! I just canât do it!â Charlie sobbed, before hastily pulling two more cards into her hand from the small deck on the table.
You groaned, slapping a hand to your forehead. Damnit, you should have known better.Â
There was a chorus of groans intermixed with yours as Husker let out a loud, boisterous laugh. Slamming his final card on the table, he quickly reached out and pulled the winnerâs pot towards him.Â
He plucked out a mint with his claws before throwing it in his mouth, sucking on it loudly, letting everyone hear the tastes of victory.
âYeah, yeah. Yâdont gotta rub it in.â Angel Dust muttered, before standing up and stretching his arms. After a few pops of his joints, he sighed, pulling out his phone. He grimaced as he read the words on the screen.
âIt looks like Val needs me in the studio, I better run.âÂ
The group of friends began to clean up the table, shuffling cards before placing the deck back into the small box. Watching him leave, a pang of sympathy hit you. You couldnât imagine being stuck in a contract, let alone as volatile as his.
You didnât miss the mirrored look Husk gave as he too watched Angel Dust walk through the doors.
Rising from your seat, you stepped away from the group. Checking the clock, you realized you still had enough time to go on your resupply run before it got too dark out. You had your money on you already, so it was just a matter of writing up a quick list and walking out the door.Â
Walking up to the front desk right next to the hotel entrance, you rummaged through the drawers before pulling out a small notepad.Â
Placing it on the desk, you reached over and grabbed the pen from its respective holder. You began scribbling down different items you needed to gather:
Acrylic paint
Cleaning sponge
Extra palette knifeÂ
Laundry detergent
CatnipÂ
Nail poli-
âGreetingsss!â
You jumped, the pen you were holding clattering back onto the desk. Spinning, your eyes land on the tall snake-demon resident, his fangs extended in an imitation of a smile.
âSir. Pentious! You canât sneak up on me like that!.â You exclaimed, exhaling a large breath to calm your nerves.Â
His hood drooped slightly, guilt crossed his face at your fright.Â
âOh dear, iâm terribly sssorry! I didnât mean to scare you. I just wanted to speak to you, only for a moment.â
You perked at his words. You didnât know much about Sir. Pentious, he rarely had the courage to have a full conversation with you. He reminded you more of a mouse, then a snake. Always very polite, careful not to push others' buttons, and with a bit of anxiety. It humored you that he used to be a bad person, he was so sweet!
âOf course! What is it you need?âÂ
âWell..â He started, rubbing his hands in a self-soothing motion, âThere is ssomeone I would like to pursue romantically, and, well, I wasss hoping you could help me in courting her?âÂ
âOh, well- Iâd love to but I'm not exactly qualified for that.â You laughed, surprise written on your face. That was not what you were expecting him to ask.Â
âOf courssse you are! You managed to establish an intimate relationsship with His Majesty, the ruler of Hell!â
Your eyes widened. Thatâs why he wants your opinion? Sure, you did manage to bag the most powerful being in the realm. Someone regarded as cold and narcissistic by outsiders, but not to you. He was more than just his power and his fame when it came to what you loved about the fallen angel.
âWell, yes. Thatâs definitely true. But, it wasnât really the conventional way. Lucifer is a.. colorful character.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â
âRemember that art class I hosted a few months ago? Yeah, he was laying practically butt-naked on a couch in front of me the entire duration.â
âOh dear.. perhapss you are right.âÂ
You contemplated his question, though. There had to be something you could give him that would help. Perhaps, to gift her something unique. That would prove his interest.
âWell.. what does she like?âÂ
âPardon?âÂ
âDoes she have any hobbies or interests? You are a very talented inventor, and some people really enjoy hand-made gifts. That tells them you care about them enough that youâll sweat a little to make them happy!â
âOh, why yesss! She is interested in blowing things up with her grenades!â Sir. Pentious squinted in concentration as he considered your words. His eyes widened as a lightbulb went off in his head.
âThatsss it! I will design her grenades that do a better job at blowing stuff up!â
âOkay, I wasnât really thinking tha-â
âOh, thank you! You are such a good lissstener, I must come to you more often for advice!â Sir. Pentious took your hand in glee, shaking it vigorously as he continued, âI will ssstart working on it right away! She will be head over heels for me now!âÂ
You smiled warmly at him as he spoke. Though you werenât expecting him to choose a dangerous weapon as a gift for whoever he was trying to court, at least you managed to help him in his endeavor.
âIâm happy youâve found a solution! Now, if youâll excuse me, I have to go do some shopping.â You turned away from him slightly, scribbling down the remaining item on the notepad.
âOh, what are you getting?âÂ
âJust some art supplies and a few other minuscule items over on the East Side,â you responded, âI should be back in a couple of hours.â
âOh, my! Itâsss getting very dangerous over there recently! Are you sure you want to go?âÂ
You lifted your head at his words. That side of the city was dangerous now? Isnât that where Angel Dustâs studio is?Â
âWhat do you mean, Sir. Pentious?â
âA large group of thugs have moved in, causing all sssorts of chaos! Itâs not safe to go out alone in that area right now..â
You pondered his words. You didnât regard yourself as a master of any kind of combat, and you weren't exactly afraid of the mention of gang-members, but, gang-members from Hell? Those were the worst of the worst.Â
Itâs not like you could ask anyone to join you. Alastor was who-knew-where, Sir. Pentious was going to some kind of annual inventor show soon, and Charlie and Vaggie were off for âdate nightâ. You were pretty sure Husk was confined to the hotel unless someone with authority could give him the go.Â
Lucifer was busy at some kind of meeting with the other six Deadly Sins. You never pried him on that part of his job, he hated going so you assumed he hated talking about it. He wouldnât be done for awhile.Â
âGuess iâll just wait fo-â
âYou ssshould take my Egg Bois!â Sir. Pentiousâ words broke you out of your thoughts. Those little egg demons that followed him around everywhere? They were cute.. but could they really protect you?
âWhat?âÂ
âI cannot take them with me tonight, and they are trained for all kindsss of combat! They will protect you against any threat.â
âOh, thatâs really sweet of you, but I donât know if-âÂ
âNonsssense! I insisst! A payment for helping me today.â
You bowed your head slightly in defeat. You werenât too thrilled about having to babysit a bunch of eggs, but you trusted Sir. Pentious. If he said his boiz could protect you, then youâd believe it.Â
âAlright, fine.â
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âYour eyes are so pretty!âÂ
âThank you.âÂ
âUh, Not-Boss? I have to pee!âÂ
âThatâs why I asked if you had to go before we left, Frank, now youâll have to hold it in.â
âCan we stop for ice cream?âÂ
âAfter shopping.â
âYay!â
It was only when you arrived at the East Side Market did you realize how badly you needed a car. That way, your ear wouldnât have been talked off for so long.Â
It wasnât too bad, really. They were very obedient, never straying from your side as you traveled across the city. They told jokes that were so bad, you laughed at how much they made you cringe. They had very good manners too, always saying âPleaseâ and âThank youâ.
Just one more street to cross, before youâd be at the art supply shop. Your little group neared the busy intersection, the light still green for the cars that sped by. Halting at the curb, you looked down at the Egg Bois before addressing them.
âAlright, everyone. Letâs hold hands while we cross. Here, Frank, come over to the right and take my hand.â
Frank sidled up to you, reaching up to grab on to your pinky. His entire hand wrapped around the single digit, and you wondered how exactly these guys had black belts in martial arts.Â
As the âWalkâ signal blinked, you strode across the road. Squeezing past other pedestrians as they walked besides you, your eyes always glancing down to make sure the bois were safe.
Walking past a few more shops, your feet rested in front of a large, pink building. A paintbrush and palette imprinted on its front door. Turning towards the Egg Bois, you bent down to address them.
âAlright, iâll only be in there for a few minutes. Guard the door, please.âÂ
The cluster of eggs saluted you, their features serious.
âYou got it, Not-Boss!âÂ
Giving them a quick farewell nod, you walked through the open door. Disappearing from their sight.
Inside, you zig-zagged through the aisles. Each was one specific to a different art form. There was a row that held webs of colorful yarn, and you saw shades you honestly didnât even know existed.Â
You reached the aisle containing the paint supplies, your hand skimming across the shelves as you searched for a palette knife. You needed a smaller sized one, that way your accuracy in texturing feathers would improve.Â
Recently, you found your paintings were filled with more and more waterfowl and angels. It was a repetitive pattern that only refined your abilities on recreating such ethereal scapes.
Before, your work exhibited many sexual themes. It wasnât that much of a bother, you were making good money and still doing what you loved. But, damn, did it get mundane. How many tits were you going to be forced to see in your lifetime?Â
When Charlie welcomed you to the hotel, it was like a breath of fresh air. Finally, you could crack your knuckles to get your creative juices flowing. It really brought back a ton of nostalgia too, from your time living on Earth.
Placing a few more items into your basket as you walked, you began to head for the cashier. Hopefully, the Egg Bois were doing okay an-
Bzzt Bzzt
Your eyes shot to the phone in your possession. It vibrated softly as it buzzed, and you quickly reached for the phone. Someone was calling you. Without even looking at the name, you tapped the green button, and held the phone to your ear.
âHello?âÂ
âDarling~âÂ
Your cheeks heated just hearing Luciferâs voice on the other end, the familiar velvet tone like music to your ears. A smile formed on your lips as you stopped in your tracks.
âHello, Handsome. To what do I owe the pleasure?â
âJust got done with that meeting with the Sins. Thank god.â
âWas it bad?â
âIt was the usual. Satan canât control his cowboys from causing trouble outside his Ring, and Leviathan just complains about everyone else getting special treatment,â Lucifer cleared his throat, before continuing, âso, I was wondering what you were up to. Working hard?âÂ
âIâm out shopping right now, actually.â You replied. You heard shuffling on the other end, like Lucifer had stood up.
âOh, really? Let me guess.. your resupply run?âÂ
âBingo.â You smiled. He was catching on to more and more of your routines as time went on.Â
âWell,â His tone turned playful, you could practically hear the smirk on his lips, âlucky for you, i'm also out.â
âReally?â You questioned, with a raised eyebrow.Â
âYep, and actually-â
Luciferâs voice turned to static, and you pulled the speaker an inch away from your ear. Was there a bad signal? You didnât have enough time to think about that, before his voice returned crystal clear on the other end.
â-I think I see you right now!â
What?
âWhat?â
âWow, is that a new outfit youâre wearing? It looks good!â
Slowly, you turned to the direction of the large storefront windows. Your eyes scanned the streets, looking for any signs of the fallen angel. It wasnât until you scooted slightly over, to look past the large poster covering your view, did you spot the glint of pale blonde hair.Â
Your mouth dropped. Standing across the street, looking directly at you, was Lucifer. He didnât sport the usual overcoat and hat, instead he wore his casual red-and-white striped waistcoat, the sleeves of his undershirt rolled up to partially expose his forearms.
He also wore a pair of black sunglasses, which you found kind of odd. Youâve never seen him with any kind of eyewear before today. Noticing your gaze, he waved to you, slightly bouncing on his toes.
You quickly tapped your screen to end the call, rushing toward the check-out counter. You kept taking glances at Lucifer through the windows, your smile widening everytime your gaze traveled down his frame.
The cashier handed you the receipt, and you hurriedly ran out the door. You skidded to a halt at the curb, just as Lucifer crossed the street. He sidled up beside you, grinning warmly.Â
âIâm really happy to see you, but arenât you worried youâll get, like, mobbed or something out here? Itâs pretty busy today. Donât most demons recognize you?â You asked.
Lucifer nodded his head, before tapping the sunglasses on his face. You wondered how they held to his face so well. Magic?Â
âThatâs what these are for, they mask my appearance to everyone but you. And, now that I mention it..â Lucifer trailed off, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pair of sunglasses, âhere, I bought these for you.â
He extended his arm, holding the sunglasses towards you. Reaching out, you gingerly pull them from his grasp, turning them over in your hands. There are words etched into the side of one the arms, and your eyes widened as you read the brand.
âThese are Ray-Burn sunglasses! How much did you spend on these?â You questioned him. Ray-Burn was a very high-end retailer, and they were a luxury you could never have afforded. Lucifer only shrugged, crossing his arms.Â
âI didnât check, I just thought theyâd look great on you.âÂ
Heat creeped onto your cheeks at his response. Your finger caressing the glasses as you processed his words. You had been checking out this specific pair quite some time, they were stylish and bold.Â
âA work of art,â You had joked to Lucifer once, âThey always come out with such pretty designs, one day iâll get my hands on one.â
He must have kept your promise for you, and that made your heart flutter. Except, for the fact he didnât need to do that. You would have loved any pair if Lucifer was the one giving it to you.Â
âWhy didnât you just make one, instead of spending money on me?âÂ
âBecause, you were eyeing this specific pair. While I have no doubt one of my versions would have looked fantastic on you. I canât argue with your choice of style. Now put those bad boys on.â
Carefully, you slipped them on your face. You adjusted them slightly, centering them before releasing your grip. You blinked, the light hitting your eyes was much softer now, which was actually quite refreshing.
Lucifer whistled flirtatiously at you, âYou look ravishing. Now, what about me?âÂ
He twisted his body and lifted his head up, posing like he was a cover girl in a magazine. Puckering his lips, he lifted his brows at you. Waiting for your response.
Stupidly gorgeous, you thought, ogling him.Â
âPerfect.â
âThatâs right.â He agreed, nodding his head.
It was then that five eggs rolled into view. They bounced into one another, before standing on their legs. They looked up at you, before saluting.
Lucifer recoiled at the sight of them, stepping behind you slightly.Â
âWhat the hell are those things?â He whispered in your ear.Â
âMy bodyguards!â You proclaimed with a smirk, pivoting to face him. Placing your hands on your hips, you eyed your temporary entourage.
âOhhhh, I get it. Paint a few portraits and suddenly your top dog, hm?â
âObviously. The Envy Ring has eyes on me 24/7.â You tried to hold in a laugh.
Lucifer smiled, before pulling you besides him. âWell, itâs a good thing I have you all to myself now.âÂ
He leaned forward, lips puckered for a kiss. Eyes widening, you quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, side-eyeing the multiple onlookers.
âNot in front of the little guys, they're too young to fill their heads with such things.âÂ
You felt air hit your palm as he sighed at your response, before pulling away. He turned his head toward the Egg Bois with a slight glare, and Frank walked forward.Â
âIs this guy bothering you, Not-Boss? Want us to rough him up for you?â He raised his fists, giving the air a quick punch to display his combat prowess.
âExcuse me?â Lucifer raised an eyebrow. You realized he was probably not used to lower demons like the Egg Bois speaking to him in such a manner. Even in a disguise.
âI donât think he knows heâs talking to the big bad boss of Hell.â you teased, amusement glinting in your eyes.Â
Frankâs eyes widened, he jumped back. It made both you and Lucifer reel back in surprise at the eggâs frightened reaction.
âBoss of Hell? You mean like Lucifer?!â
The Egg Bois behind him looked amongst themselves, fear flickering across their face. They whispered to each other, you could only make out a few words like âkillâ and âtortureâ.
âHavenât you heard?â Frank continued, âHe steals souls and drinks the blood of babies!â
âOh, he does more than just that,â Lucifer started, stalking toward the egg-demon menacingly, âhe roasts them alive to eat, and anyone of similar size!âÂ
The egg boi trembled, his little legs starting to shake as he listened to Luciferâs words.
âOh, golly..â He whispered with a quivering lip.Â
Sending Lucifer a glare, you not-so-gently elbowed him in the side.
âWhat are you doing?â You whispered. Was he trying to make the little guy crack?
âJust keeping up my image, canât have anyone thinking the almighty ruler of Hell fancies taking his lover for strolls down the markets!âÂ
You shot him another glare and Lucifer sent an apologetic smile. He slowly knelt down to Frankâs height, patting him on the top of his shell. âDonât worry, little guy. I heard he prefers pancakes over scrambled eggs.â
Frankâs frown waned a tiny bit, his legs stilled as the panic subsided. The other eggs behind him visibly relaxed as well.
âAnd, who could ever eat a wittle adowable face like yours,â Lucifer cooed sweetly, rubbing the sides of Frankâs shell like he was trying to squeeze his cheeks, who giggled at the touch. Lucifer stood up, a smirk gracing his lips.
âWell, now that I'm here. That means you donât need any bodyguards. Say goodbye!â He turned to you, snapping his fingers. Your eyes widened as the Egg Bois vanished in a flash of golden waves. You felt bad you didnât get to say goodbye.
âYou know, I did promise them ice cream.â
Lucifer waved his hand in a brushing motion, âweâll stop and get them some on the way back.âÂ
You both continued to walk down the street, glancing into different shops as you set your eyes on something unique. Lucifer filled the time by continuing his rant of the other Sins. You listened intently, your knowledge of other powerful demonsâ apart from alastor, wasnât very vast. He also mentioned wanting to find a gift for Charlie, and that got you scanning every display window on the street.
It wasnât until the two of you stopped at a storefront and peeked through the glass display did you see something of interest. Across the hidden barrier, was a mannequin with feminine features, sporting a rather stunning red tuxedo with gold lapels.Â
âI think Charlie would like that,â You smiled, turning to Lucifer, âshe was mentioning a need for a wardrobe upgrade, and it would show you care about her passion with the hotel since sheâd wear it for work.â
Lucifer pondered your words for a moment. He cared about his daughter deeply, but his relationship with her was still in the works. Her interests were still foreign to him, and he struggled with coming up with gifts for her, despite acts of service being his love language. Slowly, he nodded.
âWhat size does she wear? Oh, I guess it doesnât matter. I can just adjust it for her. Are you coming in?âÂ
âIâll wait out here, see if thereâs anywhere else we can stop.â You replied. Lucifer nodded, before pulling open the front door and slipping inside.Â
You turned, scooching as close to the wall as to not impede on the flow of pedestrian traffic. Your eyes scanned the other stores. Wait, didnât you still need nail polish? What stores around here would sell tha-
Bzzt Bzzt
Your phone vibrated again. Raising your eyebrows, you checked the name this time. The words on the phone read âCharlieâ and you quickly answered it.Â
âHello?â
âHi! Iâm sorry to bother you, but are you still shopping?â Charlie asked, her tone strange to you. Worried, perhaps.Â
âYes, I am. Iâm almost done though, why, whatâs up?â
âItâs Angel Dust,â She spoke quickly, âthe last time I talked to him he stopped at a bar at the edge of the East Side Market hours ago, and now he wonât answer any of my messages. Iâm just worried about him.âÂ
âWell, Iâm at the East Side Market now. I can check up on him, if you want, maybe even drag him back to the hotel.âÂ
âReally?â Charlie said, her tone lifting at your words, âOh, thank you! That would be great, please let me know what happens..â
You promised her you would, before hanging up. Just as you set the phone down, Lucifer exited the store. He held a large pink bag in his hands as he strolled towards you.
âAlright, where to next?âÂ
You turned to him, arms crossed. âAngel Dust is somewhere around here no doubt blackout drunk, and I have to go make sure heâs okay. Itâs the club right down the street here, will you come with me?â
Sensing the urgency in your tone, Lucifer nodded. He laced your fingers with his before speaking, âif thatâs what you want, of course.â
Quickly, you pulled him down the street. A large, dark building came into view. To be honest, if the figure of a stripper wasnât etched into its sign, you wouldnât have guessed it was a club. It looked like a run down industrial building, but the heavy vibrations from the music inside told you otherwise. A large crowd of people were standing up front, some held cigarettes or beers in their hands as they chatted waiting to enter. You couldnât see a bouncer, maybe it was going to be easier than you thought to get in.
âI think this time, itâs your turn to go in alone,â Lucifer stopped at the doors, turning to you, âthis crowd is a little too big for my liking..â
âThatâs fine. I shouldnât be long, iâll be down here in a few minutes.â Your lips brushed his cheek before you reluctantly pulled your hand from his grip. Maneuvering through the crowd, trying not to bump into too many stumbling drunks, you stopped at the door. With a quick glance at your surroundings and Lucifer, you pulled open the large door and slipped inside.
Flashing multi-color lights hit your eyes as they lit up your frame from the other end of the dark hallway. Shadowy figures passed your peripheral vision as they danced. Round tables were stacked with empty drinks, with groups of partiers standing around them as they chatted and laughed.
The music was loud too, drowning out your thoughts so all that was left was the single mission: Find Angel Dust.
Quickly, you crossed the room, your feet stopping at the bar. You turned your head, scanning for any signs of bright pink fuzz. You found none, and your eyes instead landed on a staircase. There were multiple floors to this place? Hopefully, Angel Dust wouldnât be far away.
A man at the bar winked at you, and you quickly turned away, hurriedly making your way to the stairs. You lept over multiple steps, until your feet touched a hard, wood floor. This area was definitely built for those that wanted to forget whatever shitty day they had come from.Â
Strippers danced around large poles on top of platforms connected to each corner of the room. A wall lined with doors, labeled rather indiscreetly as âsexâ rooms, caught your eye. He couldnât be in there, could he?Â
âYâknow, my fur gets pinker the more you touch, toots. Ever seen a spider change color?âÂ
Your head snapped to that familiar voice. Angel Dust leaned against a wall, near the open doors of a large balcony. It was a dark corner of the room, and you would have missed it if not for hearing his voice. He looked really drunk, and you contemplated whether you were actually going to be able to get him out of here. There were multiple large demons around him, leaned in as they listened to Angel talk. They kept glancing at each other, before turning their attention back to the spider-demon.Â
You didnât like the look of them, their faces werenât friendly and the scars across their skin made you nervous. It wasnât until one adjusted their position slightly, did you see the gleam of a small dagger attached to their waist belt. You tensed, were these the thugs Sir. Pentious had mentioned?Â
âWhy donât you let us take you somewhere nice. eh?â One of them started, scooching closer to Angel Dust, âget some more drinks in your system, relax, whatcha say?âÂ
You didnât like where the conversation was going as you eavesdropped. You hurriedly crossed the room, throwing your hands up in the air as you walked towards them.
âAngel! There you are, iâve been looking all over for you.âÂ
âHot cakesss,â Angel Dust slurred in surprise as he turned away from the men and met your eyes, âWhat are you doing here? This ainât your typeâa place.â
âThatâs because iâm here to get you home, buddy. Come on, youâve had a rough day, doesnât a warm bed sound nice?â
Angel nodded to that, before turning away from the group of feral-eyed men. He held a small shot glass in his hand as he stumbled up to you, holding it out for you to take.Â
âHereee, have a drink.âÂ
You shook your head, âNo, I shouldnât, we need to-â
âCmonnn Hot Cakes, weâre at a club! I ainât going until you drink.âÂ
You eyed him, before your gaze snapped to the liquor in his hand. Thatâs right, it was Angel Dust you were trying to drag home. You knew it wasnât going to be easy, especially with the fact he was almost eight feet tall. With a sigh, you took the shot glass and lifted it to your lips. You threw your head back, downing the contents in one go.
It burned as it traveled down your throat, but slowly, the flavor hit your senses, and you blinked your eyes. You felt.. different, already. You looked at Angel, before setting the glass down on a nearby table. âThis was actually kinda good, what is it?âÂ
âAmrita.â
âWhat?â
âA sex potion. Yâknow, makes your juicy parts tingle, and gets ya craving for a strong man to come satisfy your desires. It works, I promise.âÂ
Your mouth opened, and then it closed. No way did Angel Dust just give you a libido booster. You put a hand to your forehead, squeezing your eyes shut. Was one shot going to do much? Were you going to become a mess right next to Angel? Fuck, you should have resisted that temptation.Â
You wrapped your fingers around Angelâs forearm, pulling him towards the staircase. âLetâs go, Angel, we donât have time for games.â
He wasnât able to take a step forward before one of the large onlookers pushed forward between the two of you. His head and body resembled that of a Great White Shark. His cold eyes sent a shiver down your spine, and you took a step back to widen the distance.
âWhere are you two heading off to in such a hurry? You interrupted us earlier, friend. Us and the spider were just chatting about him joining us for the night. Isnât that right?â The man turned to Angel, who only nodded absentmindedly. He mumbled something about never having any ârealâ fun, whatever that meant.
âMy friend here is too drunk to make any kind of decisions by himself,â You replied sternly, hoping your nerves werenât trickling into your voice, âHe needs to go home and rest, now if youâll excuse me..â Â
The man put a hand up as you moved forward, halting you in your tracks. âYour friend here is a big boy. He can make his own choices, and he chose to come with us.âÂ
You shot him a glare, before looking past him to see the group of demons slowly converge on Angel, who was looking at you with a mixed expression. As if actually deliberating whether to take your hand and leave this noisy place.
âOw! Watch it, meathead!â Angel snapped as one roughly grabbed his wrist. Pulling him away from you, towards a closed door on the other end of the room.
In a flit of rage at their man-handling, you surged forward, yanking at the thugâs wrist, trying to get him to release Angel. âHey, let him go! I already told you-â
The words died in your throat as you felt rough hands wrap around your arms, and the sharp pain in your back as you were slammed into the wall. Your eyes snapped up, meeting the shark-faced demonâs cruel gaze and he glared intently at you.Â
âAnd I already told you heâs coming with us. Why donât you take your little ass back downstairs to where the party is, before I make you.â
You struggled against his grip, but this guy was strong, and your strength was dwindling with every second you fought against him. âLet go of me!â You snapped.
âWe should take them with us,â One of the thugs called from behind him as he pulled Angel farther away from you, âdonât want to risk them stirring up trouble.â
Your eyes widened in fear, and your gaze landed back on the demon locking you in place. He looked at his comrade, for a moment, before turning his head to face you. His lips upturned in a vicious grin.Â
âWell, what do you think about that, Hot Cakes?â He asked, his grip still tight around your arms, âwant to join us for a little fun? Come on, iâm sure youâll like it. Especially with that drink in your system.âÂ
Oh no, this was bad. Really, bad. You had no chance against these guys, if only you could get Luciferâs attention..Â
Suddenly, you were jerked forward, the manâs harsh grip dragging you along towards whatever lay beyond those sex rooms. You struggled, twisting in his grip. âLet go of me!â You begged.Â
The heavy bass of the song as it spilled out of the loud-speakers only drowned out your cries. How the hell was everyone so drunk and caught up in their own world that they didnât notice you being forcefully removed from the scene? The demon just ignored you, and as you crossed in front of the open doorway to the balcony, your breath quickened. Your arm reeled back instinctually, fueled by the adrenaline pumping through your veins.Â
âI said, let me go!â You screamed, clocking the shark-faced demon right in the jaw. He reeled back, a curse falling from his lips. His head snapped down to you, before he closed the distance, his chest bumping with yours. You felt your feet lift off the ground for a moment as he shoved you backwards. Your back hit the railing of the balcony, and you stumbled for a moment, trying not to fall backwards.Â
The demon pulled you forward by your top, his hot breath hitting your face. His eyes a darkened shade as he fumed before you. âYou think youâre top shit, huh? Think you can hit me and get away with it?â He snarled.Â
Slightly turning your head to look below you, you realized the balcony was facing the back of the club. There was no one in sight, but you could hear the faint noises from the crowd in the distance. Was Lucifer still at the front door, waiting for you?
Your heartbeat quickened as you locked eyes with him, slowly, you felt him push you forward. Your body leaning farther and farther over the railing, you struggled against him once more. The only thing keeping you from tumbling over was his steel grip on your top. A pang of regret flashed through your mind. Fuck, you were dead.Â
âEnjoy your night, Hot Cakes.â He chuckled darkly, before his hand opened, releasing your clothing, and your balance faltered.
âNo!â Angel Dust yelled from behind you, his eyes wide in fear as your body flipped over the railing. The man turned away from you, stalking back into the club. The balcony doors slamming shut behind him. You flailed helplessly, letting out a scream as you fell.
As you plummeted, panic surged through your veins, every instinct screaming for survival. The wind whipped past your ears, drowning out all other sound except for the pounding of your heart. In that terrifying moment of free fall, you wished desperately for something, anything, to save you from the impending impact.
At that moment, for the first time in your life, you prayed. You prayed that if not you, at least Angel Dust would make it out alive and unscathed.Â
âPlease, donât let Lucifer find my bodyâ You begged, as the ground rushed up to meet you.
Just as suddenly as the fall had begun, it halted. Your body jerked to a stop midair, suspended in an inexplicable stasis. Confusion clouded your mind as you blinked. What just happened?
A soft chuckle resonated beneath you, and slowly, you turned your head to see Lucifer. His eyes gleamed with amusement as he extended his arms, a subtle shimmer of golden magic enveloping your form.
With a gentle motion, he guided you down, easing your descent until you landed softly in his embrace. As you caught your breath, relief washed over you.
âWhen you told me youâd be down in a moment, I didnât think that meant leaping off the second story.â Lucifer teased.
Tears pricked at your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You buried your face in the crook of his shoulder, trembling slightly. If it wasnât for him, youâd be a splatter on the ground.Â
Inhaling his scent, you softened against him as that familiar smell of apple cinnamon and roses. Fuck, he smelled so good. Your face heating up as you breathed deeply, your thighs beginning to ache. Did he always smell so.. mouth-watering? It made you want to lean over and take a bite, would he taste as good too? Heâd probably let you, if you aske-
Wait. What were you doing?! SAVE ANGEL.Â
Your brain screamed at you, pulling you harshly back into reality. Was this that drink making you all mushy? Damn, it really was a potion.Â
You shook your head, ridding yourself of the fog in your mind as you stared up at him. Quickly, scrambling out of his grip. You took his arm, a pleading look in your eyes.
âYou need to help! Angel Dust is up there, and he got taken by a gang or something! They tried to take me too, but I fought back. The-they threw me off the balcony!â The words tumbled out of your mouth in one breath, the adrenaline still pumping through your veins. You couldnât imagine what could be happening up there, you didnât want to.
Lucifer frowned, and you swore you saw his pupils dilate behind the shades.
âWho threw you off the balcony?â He growled.Â
âThe men up there, come on, we need to hurry!â You turned, but not before you felt hands wrapping around your midsection. You heard soft rustling from behind you, and upon turning your head, took in the sight of Luciferâs large wings extended widely.
âLetâs take the shortcut, hm?â He said, before you both were in the air with a single flap of his wings. You quickly looked around, what if someone saw him like this? It's not everyday a demon saw angel wings, and multiple of them for that matter. Hopefully, theyâll just blame it on their drunken stupor.
Lucifer lifted you up the railing, and you slowly maneuvered out of his grip, your feet hitting the metal landing. He gracefully lowered himself next to you, his wings furling before disappearing into his back.Â
Slowly cracking the balcony door open, you both peeked from the doorway. Your head snapped to each side of the room, no Angel. You scanned the chairs situated around the stripper stages, no Angel.Â
It wasnât until your gaze landed on an adjacent room, near a hallway directly to your right, did your eyes narrow.Â
âSee those guys over there? Thatâs them. There are a lot more now though. I donât know where they took Angel, he could be behind that door at the end of the hall.â You whispered to Lucifer, whoâs gaze intensified as he analyzed the group.
Tip-toeing back into the building, you stopped short at the corner. Just around the bend, youâd come face to face with your attackers.
âI can take them, no sweat.â Lucifer replied, full confidence in his tone. You didnât doubt it, but could he fight them without risking Angel Dustâs life?Â
âOkay, but I need to check the other rooms,â You replied hurriedly, âThere are multiple, um, private rooms up here. He could be in any of them. I need to find him, before itâs too late!âÂ
You were about to turn away before you felt Luciferâs grip on your wrist, preventing you from moving. Your gaze met his, but you couldnât see what he was feeling behind the shades masking his eyes. The slight tinge of fear laced in his voice gave you a clue, though.
âYou should wait,â He spoke soft, but firmly, âI donât want you to get hurt.â
You shook your head at him, your gaze scanning the large crowd, before turning back with panicked eyes.
âItâs Angel Dust whoâll get hurt if I donât find him quickly.â Your breath quickening with every second not searching for your friend.
Leaning forward, you grazed his lips with a quick kiss, âI promise, iâll be alright.â
He looked at you for another moment, as if contemplating whether to force you to stay in the safety of his presence. He didnât though, instead letting out an exhale of breath.
âFine. Iâll distract them for you then, and try not to make too big of a scene,â Lucifer adjusted his sunglasses, before continuing, âbut, if I donât see you back here in ten minutes, there wonât be a club to come back to.â He threatened.
You sent him a reassuring smile, his protective nature making your heart flutter. There was no time for swooning now, though, you had a spider-demon to save.
âOh, and take this. You know how to use one of these, right?â
You looked down at the object in his other hand, your eyes widening at the sight of a small pistol.
âEnough.â Was your only answer as you took it from his grip, adjusting it between your fingers. You werenât going to ask him where it came from, instead just sending him a silent thanks as you turned away.
Quickly, you slid your wrist out of his grip, and hurried off. Lucifer watched you leave, your form melting into the rest of the partierers on the dance floor.
His gaze lingered on the spot where you had disappeared, before he turned towards the group of demons across the room.
They stood in a huddle, snickering between themselves near the entrance to a mysterious back room. Lucifer cleared his throat, and their heads snapped to him.
The dark corner they were standing in partially masked their features, but that bloodthirsty glint in their eyes was unmistakable.
âSo, tell me,â Lucifer began, no hint of emotion in his tone, âWhich one of you douchebags has a kink for throwing people off of balconies?âÂ
âWho the fuck are you?â A tall, shark-faced man demanded harshly.
âOh, you knowâŚâ Lucifer responded, a slight growl dripping from his voice, âJust a concerned citizen.âÂ
âIf you donât slither back to whatever shit-hole you came out of, Shorty, iâm gonna make sure your last memory is my dagger between your eyes!âÂ
âOh, Iâll remember you, alright,â Lucifer chuckled darkly, rolling up his sleeves as he stalked forward, the tips of his horns protruding from his head, âAs the latest bottom-feeder who thought he could fuck with the devil.âÂ
The group of demons regarded him with a confused expression for a moment, their gaze bouncing between each other in silent questioning. Unsure about the strangerâs lack of fear.
The shark-demon turned to face them, his frown deepening as he watched them stand there like children waiting for Mommyâs instruction.Â
âWell? What the hell are you waiting for!? Kill him!âÂ
Brandishing their close-combat weapons, five demons charged at Lucifer. Their menacing frames towering over the smaller man.
âFinally,â Lucifer grinned wickedly, before rolling his shoulders, âSome fun!âÂ
Fingertips igniting with a golden flame, he surged forward, meeting the oncoming demons halfway. The closest one gripped their axe tightly, before pulling it behind them. In a blink of an eye, they swung their arms forward.
The axe sliced through the air, aimed right at Lucifer's throat. It didnât connect, as he gracefully leaned backwards, pupils dilating as he watched the weapon whisk right above his hair.
âMissed me!â He yelled playfully, before dodging another swing of a blade. A throwing knife whizzed right past his ear as he evaded the attack. It hit the chest of a demon charging behind him, who fell with a loud thump, their body twitched for a moment, before stilling.
âMissed me again! Wow, you guys suck at this!â
âHow is this guy so fast?!â One of the gang-members yelled incredulously, before chucking another throwing knife in Luciferâs direction.Â
He melted into the shadows of the room and the knife hit the opposite wall, embedding into the cracked paint. The group twisted their heads around the area, eyes scanning for the vanishing stranger.
âYou look tired!â Lucifer grinned behind one of the thugs, who pivoted with a yelp of surprise at his appearance. The mace in their hand beginning to rise for an attack.
âWhy don't youââ Lucifer snarled and reeled back an arm, an enclosed fist at the end of it. He swung it forward and it connected with the larger demonâs stomach, a strangled gasp escaping their lips.
ââSit down!âÂ
With a flash of golden light, the demon shot backward. He flew through the air, his back smashing into the window on the opposite wall. He sailed right through it, letting out a shriek as he plummeted towards the ground.Â
The scene halted for a moment. Multiple wide eyes snapping from Lucifer to the large, broken window that their comrade had just exited. Pieces of glass scattered across the room were the only remnants of the crime.
âHoly shit..â one muttered quietly in shock, fear etched onto his features. He dropped the weapon in his hand, and scurried off towards the staircase leading out of the club.Â
âThatâs called karma, bitch!â Lucifer laughed. He stood in the same position he had punched the guy, casually brushing off a few specks of dirt from his sleeves. Adjusting his sunglasses once more, he surveyed the rest of the demons.
âWhoâs next?â he grinned.Â
The gang-members exchanged nervous glances. Some withdrew a few steps, a few tightened their grip on their weapon with calculating glares. None made the first move.
âAlright then,â Lucifer hummed, âGuess iâll just have to pick.âÂ
Snapping his fingers, a whip appeared in his hand. A long, thin wire coated in golden flames dragged across the floor. Scorch marks trailed behind as he slowly stalked forward. With another burst of magic, the room filled with thick, gray fog. To any demon that would walk into the room, theyâd probably just think it was the fog machine acting up.
âEeny..â He started.
Right as the bass dropped, and the floor vibrated beneath his feet, Lucifer cracked the whip. It shot forward, slashing one demon right in the throat. Blood spurted from the gash, and with a few gurgled screams, the demon face-planted onto the floor.
The room went into a panic, as the gang-members frantically searched for the way out of the dense fog. One ran straight into a wall, knocking him unconscious as he slid down the side of it.
âMeeny..â
The music drowned out the whip once more as it curled around the foot of a wolf-built demon, with a harsh tug, the demon clawed for something to grab before he was thrown out the now-broken window. He screams echoing in a mirrored symphony of the last.
âMiny..âÂ
The whip evaporated from Luciferâs hand, as he charged an unsuspecting gang-member. They pivoted in his direction, right as he wrapped his hands around their throat. Golden tendrils seeped from under Luciferâs sleeves, and curled tightly the demonâs neck. With a snap of his wrist, the thugâs head twisted an un-natural angle, and he fell backwards.Â
Landing softly in front of the body, Luciferâs eyes narrowed on the area in front of him. The fog cleared, and the only one left standing was the leader of the gang. His eyes were dark, his teeth bared as his gaze traveled across the broken bodies of his comrades. His rage was going to be the death of him.Â
âIâm tired of this shit. Letâs finish this, Pipsqueak!â The Shark-demon roared. Reaching behind him, the gang leader carefully pulled a large, silver machete from the sheath strapped to his back.Â
This one was rather different, though. It was laced with shimmering white etchings, that pooled at the tip of the blade.Â
Angelic steel.
Lucifer only grinned widely at the sight. Before planting his feet firmly into the ground, the demon would regret thinking he had the upper hand. He should have ran when he had the chance.Â
In a flash, Luciferâs wings unfurled. Bathing the room in a red glow as the tips of his flight feathers grazed the opposite walls. The shark-demonâs eyes widened, his stance faltered for a moment, but the grip of the blade tightened.
âMoe.â Was all Lucifer uttered, and with a large beat of his wings, shot straight for the demon. With a battle cry, the leader raised the machete high, ready to slash at the fallen angel.
At the last second, Lucifer ducked, curling his wings around himself as he evaded the blade and slammed right into the sharkâs chest. The heavy blow knocked the demon backwards, and the weapon flew from his grip.Â
Reaching out an arm, Lucifer snatched it, turning it on its user. With a downward swipe, he planted the blade right into the fuckerâs heart. The demonâs knees hit the floor, as blood dripped from his mouth, the life fading from his eyes.
âThis is to make sure you keep your filthy hands off what doesnât belong to you,â he snarled in the demonâs ear, âknow you died simply because your mamaâs manners never rubbed off on you.âÂ
Lucifer stood there for a moment, on the dead manâs corpse. His breath heavy as the thick scent of blood and pain filled his nostrils. He may have descended from the Heavens, but ruling a place like this for so long can really turn a guy feral when it comes to protecting the ones he loves most.
With his wings disappearing back into his frame, Lucifer turned towards the closed door. With a flick of his wrist, it slammed open, and he took a step inside.Â
It was empty, stacks of cash laid strewn on the table before him. Bottles of empty liquor sat on the small bar across the room. It seemed like a hideout for the gang, but Lucifer deathly was aware of the silence. There was no Angel Dust, which meant..
A moment of panic overtook him as he backtracked out of the room, his eyes feverishly searching for you. Were you okay? Did they hurt you? It had been long enough, you should have been back by now. He bolted out of the hallway, pushing through the crowd of drunken partiers.
He needed to find you, before it was too late.
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Your feet skidded to a halt in front of the first private room. The line of doors sat in an adjacent room to the dance floor, away from the prying eyes of club-goers. The sign on the door indicated it to you as it was occupied. You took a deep breath, before gripping the handle.Â
You yanked open the door, taking in the unwanted sight of two demons naked on the bed. Their heads snapped up, eyes wide at your intrusion.
âOh my gosh, I am so sorry!!â You screamed to them, covering your eyes.
âItâs okay, Sugar. You can join us if you want!â One yelled at you flirtatiously.Â
âNo thanks!â You replied as you scurried away, your gaze already zone in on the next room. Jiggling the handle, you found it locked tightly.
You placed an ear to the door, straining for any sounds. Angel was in one of these rooms and youâd make sure heâd come out unscathed.
âGet the fuck off me, you murderer!â You heard a familiar, muffled voice yell behind the door.
Fear gripped at your heart as you recognized his cry. Your head whipped to the bar closest to you, searching for something you could use to break through. Besides the shelf of bottles was a fire extinguisher, bolted to the wall.Â
You rushed forward, scanning the area for any signs of the bartender, before grasping the handle tightly. Using all your strength, you pulled it towards you. It snapped off its hinges and caused you to stumble backwards from the force, clutching it to your chest.Â
Your head snapped back to the door and you crossed the room. You lifted the fire extinguisher above your head, and waited. Just as the beat dropped, and the speakers filled the room with deafening bass, you smashed the red canister against the handle.
It flew off, skidding across the floor. You dropped the extinguisher, before picking the pistol back up. Lifting your leg, you used all your strength to kick the door open, revealing the scene inside. The scene before you was chillingâAngel, bound to the bed with his clothes slightly torn, struggling against a demon holding him down. Without hesitation, you raised the pistol, aiming it at the demon's head.
"Let him go," you commanded, your voice trembling with fury and determination.Â
The demonâs eyes widened at the weapon aimed at his face, before quickly reaching his hands in the air to surrender. âLetâs watch where you point that thing, now.â He joked darkly.Â
"Get the fuck out." you snarled, your voice low and threatening. You werenât sure whether you had the strength to actually pull the trigger, nor did you want to further traumatize Angel Dust.
The demon backed up to the wall slowly, tip-toeing around you as you turned on your heels to continue facing him, the gun never leaving itâs sight of the man. After reaching the door, he quickly fled with his tail between his legs.Â
Breathing heavily, you rushed to Angel's side, helping him stand. "We need to get out of here," you said urgently, glancing around for any other threats.Â
Angel Dustâs eyes widened at the sight of you, his mouth opened in shock. âI-I thought they killed you!â He sputtered, gripping your arms tightly as his hands came free from the bindings. He looked like he was about to burst into tears.Â
It was then that another figure barreled into the room, eyes wide and panic in their voice as they called out for you. You turned sharply, gun drawn once more, aimed right at.. Luciferâs face. This time without the sunglasses blocking those pretty eyes of his.
Your shaking hands loosened around the gun at the realization, and it dropped to the floor at your feet.Â
You rushed forward, wrapping your arms around him. He was okay! Of course he was, but that didnât mean your mind wasnât racing with worry for his sake. It was the other way around too, as Lucifer returned the hug ten fold. You could feel his rapid breath against your neck as he melted slightly into you. The worry fading from his eyes, as he gave you once over for any injuries.
âAbout time, you dick!â Angel muttered besides you, rubbing his wrists where the rope marks were no doubt beginning to bruise beneath his fuzzy. He seemed offley sober now, unlike you, whoâs mind was still a bit fuzzy from the Amrita.Â
Releasing Lucifer slowly, you stood up, turning back to Angel Dust. He was relatively untouched, it seems you made it just in time.
âThose thugs are taken care of,â Lucifer began, his pupils still dilated to slits as he hissed out the words, âthey wonât bother you anymore, although, iâd recommend you stay away from this place from now on.â
Angel Dust nodded besides you, âYâdont gotta tell me twice. Now, how about we use some of that sick teleportation magic of yours and get the fuck outta here?âÂ
âThat sounds really nice, right about now.â You breathed, a faint smiling appearing on your lips.
You turned towards Lucifer, but a shadowy figure behind him caught your attention. In the doorway, a demon bleeding profusely from his side glared daggers into Luciferâs back. Raising an arm, you caught the sight of a silver-tipped pistol lifting to aim right at his head.
âWatch out!â You screamed. Instinctually, you shoved Lucifer aside, positioning yourself between the gun and your love. Luciferâs head snapped in your direction, and his eyes widened as they turned a midnight-red.
âWait, no-!â
Lucifer started, pulling you close to him, right as the thug pulled the trigger. You heard the sickly pop as the gun fired and squeezed your eyes shut.Â
You saw a flash of golden light behind your eyelids, and felt your feet lifted off the ground. You felt a cool breeze hit your face, with the familiar feeling of floating midair. Were you being teleported?
Suddenly, your back hit the hardwood floor of your room in the hotel and your head bounced on the ground. Pain seared through your body as you landed harshly, and you were knocked unconscious.Â
Luciferâs face appeared before yours, his eyes searching for signs of life. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared down at your motionless form. Panic clawed at his insides, threatening to consume him entirely. He reached out trembling hands, fingers shaking as they brushed against your cheek, desperately searching for any hint of warmth. Did the bullet hit you? If it was truly an angelic weapon, there was no chance to save you.
"No," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "Please, no."
Your eyes flew open, and you shot up from the ground, gasping. Taking in the sight of your atelier, with its canvases strewn across your room, you turned to face Lucifer. Relief flooded his entire being as he watched you awaken.Â
A wide smile spread across his face, breaking through the darkness that had threatened to engulf him moments before. "You're alive," he breathed, his voice filled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. He scanned your body for any blood or injury, and found none.
Without hesitation, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest as if afraid you might disappear if he let go. "I thought I lost you," he murmured, his voice trembling with emotion. "But you're here. You're safe."
âAngel Dust?â You asked hoarsely.
âFine. I dropped him in the lobby.â
He held you for a moment longer, before pushing you back. Your breath hitched, watching him. His teeth were bared, his eyes still dark as he regarded you.
âWhat were you thinking? Trying to save me?â
âWhat was I supposed to do?! Let the bullet hit you?âÂ
âYes!â He snapped, before he closed his eyes, and his features softened. He hung his head, averting his gaze.Â
âYour life is much more important than a few holes in my body. I would gladly lay down my life for you or Charlie, I donât care about the circumstances.â
You wanted to retort, tell him how stupid he is for saying such things. Instead, you sidled up to him. Your knees gently grazed his own, and you took his hand.
âAnd what about you, hm? Do you think your wellbeing doesnât matter? You may be a super powerful fallen angel, but youâre still my super powerful angel. You canât just run off and die and think nobody is going to care.â
Lucifer hummed softly, his head tilting at your words. A smile formed on his lips as he listened. He hadnât heard anyone speak to him like that in a very long time.
You took in the sight of the most powerful being in the realm. His hair disheveled with sweat beading down his forehead, as the soft red glow from the window lit up his features. You sat there, drinking in his presence. He looked absolutely beautiful, breathtaking even. Watching him practically come apart at the very thought of seeing your lifeless body, it awakened something in you. The driving urge to claim him, once and for all. To make him yours, forever.Â
The thought of him defending you, in a way no one ever has before, made you horny. A primitive urge thatâs sat dormant since you were first born.Â
Is this how the lioness on TV felt when she watched her man tear into a pack of hyenas to protect her and her cubs? Maybe, you were finally understanding it.
Perhaps it was the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, or that damn drink playing with your head, but the heat that slowly crept from between your thighs was unmistakable.
You wanted him so fucking badly.
âWhat?â Luciferâs eyes snapped up to you, surprise written on his face.
Shit, did he hear that?
â.. I want you, Lucifer,â You whispered, âI want your heart, your mind.. and your body.â
He tensed, and you hoped he understood what you were implying. But it wasnât long before you felt strong hands pushing you backwards. You laid back slightly, using your arms to support your upper body. Lucifer kneeled in front of you, his pupils practically invisible as he pulled off his shirt.Â
You sent him a sultry smirk, before Lucifer closed the distance, climbing on top of you. Gripping at your top, he pulled it from your frame, leaving you bare-chested as well. His eyes traveled down your nude body, as if he was memorizing every crevice and line in your skin.Â
You felt a slight bulge in his pants as he kneeled above you, and you bucked your hips. Hearing a hiss of pleasure escape him.Â
You leaned forward, taking his lips in a passionate kiss. You wrapped your arms around him, using his weight to keep you upright as your teeth grazed his lip. Lucifer broke from your mouth, trailing quick pecks down to your throat. He placed a wet sloppy kiss in the crook of your neck, and your eyes rolled back with pleasure.
You moaned as his lips trailed down father, in the valley of your chest, and down to your waist. Gripping your lower garments, he tugged them free. You sat back, legs spread as you allowed him to do as he wished.Â
He stopped suddenly, and looked up at you with those pretty yellow eyes of his.Â
"Are you sure about thi-" He started to say softly, but you cut him off.
"Iâve never been more sure." you said, your hands caressing the side of his face.
He smirked before picking you up, which was no effort, considering the angelic strength he held. He laid you gently on the dining table and trailed kisses down your body once more. The only piece of clothing you had left was the one that covered your nether regions.
"Oh, Luci," you moaned as he slowly took off your underwear. He kissed the inside of your thighs, teasing you before pulling away. You glared at him, and he sent you a smirk, before taking your mouth in another kiss.Â
âYouâre mine,â He muttered, lapping at your collarbone, âno demon, angel, or any other being in creation will ever come between us. Not a single soul will ever wish you harm and lay their filthy hands on you again.â
You felt his erect manhood pressing against your entrance. You hadnât realized he had fully removed his clothes until you felt his nakedness against you.
"Oh, fuck," you moaned. You jerked your hips against his, teasing his tip into you. He shuddered for a moment, before stilling.
You bit your lip and gave him a sultry grin. That was all the encouragement he needed; with a single, long thrust, he surged inside you, burying himself to the hilt.
Desperate to have him closer, you hooked your legs around his back and pressed your heels against his ass.Â
âMore.â You moaned, and he obliged, thrusting again. Your legs trembled at the sensation.
You felt a growlâ or maybe a purrâ resonate from his chest. Your audible sounds of pleasure only further spurred the intensity of his thrusts, as he slammed into you harder and harder.Â
You screamed his name loudly as you came, bliss blooming across your body. He didn't wait for you to come down from you high as he continued his thrusting. With him in control of you now, he was hitting your insides from an incredibly pleasurable angle, and even before your first climax ended, you felt another one rising within.
You tightened your thighs around his back as you came again, your walls flexing around his cock and gripping it so tightly you could feel it pulsing inside you. You both stilled for a moment, and you felt him starting to lean against you.Â
Except, you werenât quite done yet. Now, it was your turn.
Sitting up straight, you moved your leg forward and pushed him backwards with your toes. He stumbled and limply sank into the chair behind him, his hair coated to his face with sweat, his half-lidded eyes watching you intensely.
Your feet hit the cold floor, a rather refreshing feeling from the burning within you, as you sauntered over to him. Taking a finger, you let it graze the underside of his chin, lifting his head to meet your gaze.Â
âYouâre such a good boy,â You whispered, your voice like honey to Luciferâs ears, âalways doing what youâre told. Never fussing. Good boys deserve a reward, donât you think?âÂ
You swore you heard him whimper, and that surprised you. The big boss of hell, coming undone beneath you before you even began. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you lowered yourself.
You slowly sank onto his length, your ass meeting his thighs as you accepted all of him. Slowly, you grinded your hips, and he whimpered again. It was a musical sound, and it made you desperate to hear what else could come from that pretty mouth of his.
Using your legs to strengthen your movements, you bounced atop him. Every smack of your ass against his skin sent you deeper into ecstasy. Leaning your head down, you bit his shoulder as another wave of pleasure hit you. He moaned beneath you, and you bit him again, lapping at the teeth marks left in your wake.
You felt his breath hitch as you came down with more intensity, his own climax nearing. You increased your pace, and felt his waist lifting to meet you as you descended upon him again. His grip around your midsection tightened, his claws digging in your skin as he threw his head back, a moan of pleasure escaping his lips.Â
Heat blossomed from your stomach and you let out a breathless gasp as you reached your own climax. Your body trembling from the intensity, as you collapsed into his arms.Â
Breathing hard, you both sat there for a moment, before you lifted up your head and used your hand to push his curls back that were plastered to his face. You wanted to see those pretty eyes of his in their full glory. The look he gave you was of such adoration you wanted to cry.Â
Have you ever felt this loved before?
âStay with me tonight, wonât you?â You pleaded with doe-eyes. He smiled, pulling you flush against him. The warmth of his skin turning you to liquid against his touch.
âAnything for you,â He whispered into your ear.Â
His wings unfurled, and you felt them curl around your naked body. Your eyes began to close, and Luciferâs gentle hums lulled you into a state of blissful sleep as you sank further into his chest.
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RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME | g. tomioka
(this is part two! click here for part one)
synopsis: you left without saying goodbye, giyu needs to know why... author's note: hellllooooo. the reaction to part one of this story was incredible. i cannot thank any of you enough for your kind words seriously. this one is for all of you <3 (psst... to all the swifites, if you can point out two other song references besides rwylm you get a gold star) cw: ANGST (lol like there wasn't enough in the first part), blood, gore, spoilers about rengoku, HAPPY ENDING, not proofread wc: 4.2k
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There was nothing more frustrating than lack of communication. As much as he wished he could read your mind, as much as he begged and pleaded to deaf ears you were just one hard shell to fully crack open. Though Giyu supposed he was probably the same. But at least he was making an effort. He thought youâd make one too.Â
But as Giyu sat cross legged at a Hashira meeting he could meet all their eyes but yours. You didnât spare him a glance like you spared him your time those few weeks ago. Almost a month and a half now and for some reason Giyu couldnât stop counting the days, the hours and minutes.Â
45 days since you knocked at his door.Â
1,080 hours since you grabbed him, your cheeks wet as you pressed your lips to his.Â
64,800 minutes since Giyu woke up in the morning to an empty bed.Â
It never got easier. Each day was like this stabbing pain in his chest. A persistent feeling of desertion. Heâd thought things had changed since that night. The night you cried and cried and kissed and kissed.Â
He wrote you letter after letter but no response. Now here you were in the same room, in a room filled with others but Giyu only felt your presence. Like a heightened sense that haunted him so stunningly that he wondered if your lack of attention would actually kill him. As if he overdosed on it once and now heâd never be able to wean himself off you. Â
You were so close, only maybe three feet from him but you felt worlds away. Could he have done something wrong? Showed too many of his cards too soon? Scared you off? Sure you reciprocated his kisses, in fact you were the initiator. But when it came to a verbal confession there was nothing for Giyu to latch onto. No words, just your actions. But your actions betrayed you. You treated him as if that night never even happened. For 45 days. It was like torture. To want something so badly, to have it for a fleeting moment then lose it. Giyu was losing it. Â
âMr. Tomioka?â Your voice was like a shot of ice through his veins. Giyu blinked the fogginess from his brain and cleared his throat. Your attention was on him. The room is empty. Giyu hadnât noticed the meeting had ended. Didnât notice everyone leaving.Â
âHmm?â He forced out, his eyes sliding to yours. Mr. Tomioka? Even before everything you called him Giyu. But now⌠you addressed him as though he was some stranger. A room alone, a room with you. He could say what was on his mind finally.Â
âDid you pay attention in the meeting?â You asked. Giyu stared at you. You were looking at him. After 45 days of starving for your attention he found himself unable to act normally with it on him now.Â
âHmmâŚ? Oh! Uhâ yesâŚâ Giyu stuttered out, feeling hopelessly useless. Feeling utterly ridiculous.Â
âThen Iâll see you tomorrow.â You said coldly, turning to leave.Â
âWait-â Giyu stepped forwards. Tomorrow? What was tomorrow? A talk? An explanation for your icy treatment? You turned, threw him a look over your shoulder. It was like you read his confusion. As if you knew he paid zero attention in the meeting.Â
âThe training grounds near your house. Weâll meet at sunrise.â You said and then your eyes lingered a second before you turned and left. Giyu found himself stuck still even a couple minutes after you left. Like his legs had forgotten their purpose. In fact, those 45 days heâd been right where you left him. A hopeless, nearly broken man. Stuck back in the time he had you. Haunting his house and his training grounds and everywhere he stood. You seemed to have moved on, seemed to maybe have even forgotten about the fleeting moment. Was that all it was to you? A fleeting moment? Maybe even a severe lapse of judgment? Something like that couldnât have been a declaration of love. Giyu could and had been thinking himself in circles. He wished he said more. Wished he said less. Ran through everything over and over. Replayed it so often the record was starting to skip.   Â
Giyu tossed and turned all night. He didnât sleep even a wink. You wanted to talk. Maybe explain things. Giyu knew whatever it was that kept you so far from him he was willing to work through to find a solution. He was willing to crumble your walls. Or wait. If youâd just verbally ask him to wait heâd pause his life forever for you. Heâd become a ghost. Time could come and go on for everybody else but heâd wait diligently for you. Heâd wait like the moon and chase after you like the sun. If only youâd just give him a damn reason.Â
Giyu turned, the moon shining through a crack in his curtains. His eyes drifted to the empty spaces beside him. The same space heâd left empty since you vacated it. With splayed fingers he touched the spot of his bed and willed himself to remember that night. As if heâd ever forget it in the first place. He was restless so he moved out of bed and to his desk. He pulled out a few letters. Some from Rengoku and some from Kagaya. Both with the same topic. Giyus favorite topic. You.Â
Giyu carefully slid open the first letter he ever received from Rengoku. He felt a pang just merely looking at the older manâs handwriting. All jagged and loud. He smiled as he reread its contents.Â
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Good morning Mr. Tomioka!
I was shocked to see you had written to me but pleasantly surprised! I am doing well, howâre you? I heard you are well on your way to becoming the next water hashira! How exciting! I know weâve only met a few times but you have the demeanor of a water hashira. You seem cool and collected! You have a calm voice and although itâs hard to hear you sometimes I still appreciated our talks! About your interest in my tsuguko; she is doing well. She is very fiery. I could see her becoming the next fire Hashira. She sort of reminds me of you in the way she speaks. Though sometimes I can get her to raise her voice and itâs quite adorable. It would be lovely if you visited her. Iâm sure sheâd love to see you again after you saved her life. But if youâre too busy that is fine, I can always just write you with updates about her. Maybe I can even try and get her to write you a letter sometime! Anyways, Mr. Tomioka, hope this letter finds you well!Â
With regards, Kyojuro Rengoku
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Giyu laughed at the ink splotch on the paper next to Rengokuâs name. It was a common theme in his letters. Probably wrote sort of hard. Giyu carefully closed the letter and opened the last letter Rengoku ever wrote.Â
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Good morning Mr. Tomioka!Â
Congratulations on becoming the water Hashira! The other hashiraâs seemed sort of bummed you werenât able to make it to the little celebration but I knew that kind of thing just isnât your style so I decided to write you this letter instead. I knew you had a fiery streak somewhere in you! We all do! I have a mission coming up and saw that you have one too! I would like for you to let my tsuguko accompany you on your mission! I think she could use a bit of quiet in her life. Sheâs always go go go! Just like me! But I think you two could get along very very well, Mr. Tomioka! I think she thinks of you fondly. I once asked her about the boy who saved her and I am pretty sure she blushed! Ha-ha! Donât be disheartened by her cold attitude, as long as she doesnât verbally attack you that means you might be in her good graces! Sheâs come a long way, I see sparks of softness in her that I hope youâll appreciate. She loves miso soup and sweet potatoes, she gets it from me! She loves to read and canât get enough of the ocean so be sure after your mission to take her swimming. It could be a date! You think I donât know why you often write asking me about her, right? Iâll pretend I donât! Sheâs not much of a talker like you but she listens and remembers everything you say. That mindâs like a steel trap! Please take care of her and Iâll tell her to play nice though Iâm not sure she knows how to! Ha-ha! Only kidding. Be safe, Mr. Tomioka and good luck on your first mission as a Hashira!Â
With regards, Kyojuro Rengoku
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Giyu still blushes as he reads the letter. Rengoku knew Giyuâs intentions even though he was sure he was being discreet. He carefully folded the letter back up and as he did a hint of the rising sun peaked its way through his curtains. He sprung up from his seat. He couldnât be late in meeting with you so he hurriedly got dressed and tumbled his way out of his home. He rounded the corner to the training field and stopped dead in his tracks.Â
You were there.Â
You were actually there.Â
Your sword clutched tightly in your hand as you swung it to and fro, practicing against a ghostly opponent. Giyu watched you. He blinked for a moment and saw Rengoku, in the way you swung your sword, the way you moved, the way your haori flew behind you, like flames licking the air. Rengoku taught you everything you knew and you applied his fighting style with grace and ease. Giyu honestly had never seen you in a battle. And his breath halted as he watched the confidence in your demeanor. Watched the sure way youâd swing, the velocity and speed. The preciseness. You were definitely Rengokuâs tsuguko. In fact, maybe you were even more than that. Almost like his shadow, his predecessor. And you held that title with grace. Giyu almost felt choked up knowing damn well Rengoku was more than proud of you.Â
âJust gonna stand there all day?â You asked, your swing coming through to slice clean through a practice dummy. One half falling to the dirt, kicking up dust. Giyu found himself unable to speak once again as you turned. That attention too much to bear. You hiked up your brow and pointed your sword in his direction. âWell, are you ready to spar?â
âSpar?â Giyu echoed as you nodded your head, walking like a predator towards him.
âWhereâs your sword?â
âThatâs why youâre here?â
âWhy else would I be?â You asked, eyes daring him to mention things you clearly wanted to forget. Giyu blinked through the breaking of his heart. Heâd never felt pain like this. Never knew someone could ignite such warmth then douse it in icy cold water. He never thought you of all people would stab him clean through. Giyu turned just as his emotions were too much to hide. He walked and grabbed his sword, waited a moment to try and gather his composure before returning back a few feet from you.Â
There was something in your eyes. He knew this sight was probably the last thing every single demon that had crossed you had seen for themselves. Eyes like fire, you morphed in front of his eyes into the flames that danced with your techniques.Â
You took the first swing, your movement like the flickering. Your strikes felt hot, as if his skin would sear completely off. Giyu controlled his feelings, he pushed them to the side and met your violence of fire with the calmness of water. Metal clanged, and although youâd killed him moments ago with your words you brought him straight back to life with the way you fought. Youâd found yet another thing for him to fall in love with.Â
Damn you.Â
After several minutes passed and one final swing you both stepped back. It was clear it was a draw. Not a single time did someone pull ahead and leave the other in the dust. Each strike was met with an equal block. You two were an equal match. For a moment you two just stared at each other, dripping in sweat, the sun and heat finally rising. You reached up and wiped your forehead with the back of your arm and sighed.
âSo itâs a draw.â You said and Giyu nodded his head. A silent moment passed before you pulled your eyes from his and walked to your stuff. Giyu watched. Watched you pack up your things and give a halfhearted wave to him as you walked back towards the road.
âThatâs it?â Giyu called out suddenly. He swore he saw you flinch.
âEither Obanai or Shinazugawa will be here tomorrow for the same match.â You called over your shoulder. The cold shoulder youâd given him for so long. 46 days now.Â
âThatâs not what I meant.â Giyu took a step but you resumed walking. âWhat did I do?â
âHave a good day, Mr. Tomioka.â You said and the moment you were out of sight Giyu tore off after you.Â
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46 days ago youâd been laying next to Giyu Tomioka. Youâd woke up early and in the morning light you could see his face again. He looked at peace as he slept beside you, his arms around you, his breathing light. You reached across the small expanse between you two and tucked his raven black hair out of his face. Giyu moved barely in his sleep and you yanked your hand away, shy as though heâd catch you admiring him. As though you hadnât just spent the night together. Once he settled you gazed at him. Something, you knew what it was now, bloomed in your chest. Was this something you could truly have? To kill demons and go home to someone like him at the end of the day? Home⌠what would that even be like? What would that even look like for you? Slowly you sat up in his bed, covers falling from your shoulders, pooling at your torso.Â
Everyone you had ever loved died horribly. You felt as though a curse was placed upon you. Penance for the deaths of your family.
Ever since Rengoku had died there was this thought that haunted you. A sort of prophecy you felt had cursed your very being. No matter how many times you thought about leaving Rengoku there was no way to ever go back and board that train with him. No way to deny his request and maybe even save his life. Would you have been useful or would you have been a hindrance? Would your presence have even changed a thing or were you just destined to love and lose? Your eyes flicked to Giyu, face barely illuminated by the sun rising.Â
If you stayed in this bed would you watch him die as well? Just the thought made you physically sick to the stomach. You felt like a kid stuffed into a hiding place all over again. A helpless, useless kid.
If you let yourself love him and be with him, the pain of losing him might actually do you in for good. And if you left right now⌠would that save his life from the curse placed upon you?Â
Turns out you're quite self sabotaging after all. And by morning you slipped out of his house, tearing back towards the inn, running with your tail between your legs.
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âDo I not deserve an explanation?â Giyu called out to you, you'd almost made it to the end of his house. You paused, turning.
âLeave it.â You answered lethargically.Â
âDid you even read my letters?â
âWhat letters?â You asked and when your eyes found his face the utter pain on it made your stomach drop.Â
âI wrote to you⌠many times. Your crow shouldâve delivered it to you.â Giyu explained, his face utterly disheartened. You glanced at your crow, whoâd been curiously pecking at some bugs in the distance.
âI never received them.â You answered and clenched your jaw. You deserved to see him hurt. The pain you caused him was something you wouldnât let yourself look away from this time. Giyu haori swayed slightly in the wind, he couldnât meet your eyes.Â
âTell me what to do.â Giyu says and you blink at him, your brows furrowing.Â
âWhat?â
âIâll wait. Iâll let dust collect over my life until you wish to have me back.âÂ
âI don't want that.â You said with a start. You clench your jaw, forcing yourself back into some composure. âI want you⌠to⌠go on ahead.â Slowly Giyu raises his eyes to meet yours.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI could never feel the same way you feel for me. So I want you to move on.â You said and kept your eyes glued to him as you said it. You didnât let one smallest ounce of pain show on your face.
âWhy?â
 âBecause Iâm not worth dying over.â
âIâm not worth dying over, Master!â You screamed, pain coursing through you. You watched Rengoku surpass his limits, a demon pushing him far past them. The same demon that had gotten the jump on you moments ago. The man couldnât hear you. You stumbled forwards, blood dripping from a wound somewhere on your head, the blood getting in your eyes. You stumbled, losing your footing, your sword clattering against the stones out of your grip. âRengoku, please! Run while you still can!â You screamed, coughing up blood as you crawled towards the fight. Your breathing labored, black ink splotched in your vision. Take me! You thought hopelessly, take me and not him!Â
âY/n? Come on, kid, wake up.â You blinked awake. Your entire body ached, drowsiness threatening to take hold of you. Where were you just now? You mustâve passed out from the pain. âAh, there she is.â A blurry redness kneeled beside you as you blinked until you could see properly. âYouâre awake.â
âMaster?â You coughed as Rengoku smiled down at you.Â
âTough battle, huh? You did great out there kid.â Rengoku said proudly. âYou mastered a few of those moves I taught you, it was incredible.â He recounts.
âI-- lost.â
âHush now. That demon was even tough for me to kill. You did the best you could.â He says reaching for you, ruffling your hair.
âY-you almost died,â You choked out, Rengokuâs hand paused on your head. âI-- Master I donât ever want to be a burden to you.â
âYou are no such thing.â Rengoku admonishes, giving your cheek a sharp and playfully pinch. You gasp in surprise, rubbing your cheek. âYou think too dark sometimes, kid.â
âBut-- Master⌠Iâm not worth dying over.â You say, looking down. Rengoku grabs you by the chin.
âYou donât get to decide that. I do. And I decided that youâre worth saving.â He looks at you intensely to get his point across. You part your lips to argue but slowly close them. âNow enough of this, we won, letâs celebrate!â
âWhat do you mean?â Giyu walks closer to you, his voice has an edge to it. A worried and sharp edge. âAre you unsafe?â
âThatâs notâŚâ You trail off, unsure how to put your thoughts into words. âIâm giving you an out.â
âI donât want it.â
âMr. Tomioka-â
âDonât. Please donât call me that.â Giyu lamented, his expression pained.Â
âYouâd be wise to just move on.â
âI canât. I wonâtâ
âYou can, you should.â You growled. This reminded you so heavily of the night you stormed out of his house and you two fought in the road. You were pretty sure this was almost the exact same place. You gave an inch that night but you were trying desperately to take it back. No matter how much this hurt it would hurt even more if your curse killed him. You had to remind yourself of that. Of the thing that possessed your life.Â
âGive me a reason.â
âMy past should be reason enough for you.â
âWhat do you mean? Speak it plainly for me.â
âItâs obvious. Iâm fucking cursed, Giyu!â You hadnât expected it but ever since that night you cried you couldnât stop. Every little thing made you cry now it was annoying. You cried when you left Giyu in the morning. Cried in your inn. Cried when you arrived back at your empty house, the taste of miso soup and potatoes wrecking your senses. Years and years of it being stored up and the dam broke. You felt like a little kid but there was no way around it. Maybe if you tried being truthful Giyu would leave. âI hid while my family died and because of it Iâm cursed. I thought I could move on. Rengoku was like family to me. I let him in. I trusted him. I loved him. I let my guard down and my curse took him. And I-- I wonât let it take you okay so just do me this favor and let whatever you feel for me die.â You forced your eyes to his. Angrily wiped the tears from off your face and looked at him intensely. âI am begging you.â Giyu looked at you, his eyes scanning your face. He walked and walked forwards until he was directly in front of you. His hands reached out, ever so gently sliding over either side of your jaw, his thumbs wiping the tears from your face. Deja vu gripped you so intensely. Heâd done this same thing before. He leaned close, so close your breath hitched in anticipation of a kiss. But he stopped, mere centimeters away.
âYou are not cursed.â He lets his words sink in. His eyes staring ardently into yours. Your breathing stopped, like youâd forgotten how. That dangerous beat of your heart started up again. Thereâs something to be said about someone that will tear themselves apart just to keep away from the one thing that could make them happy. You were the biggest component of that. It was like you craved hurting yourself. Craved punishment for crimes you never committed. Giyu pressed a kiss to your forehead. âYou didnât kill your parents and you have to stop blaming yourself for it.â His whispers as you pull back slightly, looking as though youâd been slapped. He knew it. Giyu knew you. You looked away but he forced your attention back to him. âThey saved you because they loved you. You were a child. Thereâs no sin in that.â He presses another kiss to your face. You should back up. You needed to back up. You⌠you couldnât. Giyuâs arms slide around you and you're pulled against his chest in a tight hug. âRengoku didnât die because he loved you, he died saving a world that had you in it.â There were the damn tears again. You closed your eyes as they sting you. âYou donât get to choose who loves you and itâs unfair to make decisions for them.âÂ
Rengokuâs words rang in your head.
You donât get to decide that.
âI⌠I wonât make it if I lose you.âÂ
âDonât say that. Iâm not going anywhere and neither are you, look at me.â Giyu pulls back, you tilt your face up, eyes meeting his. âIf you donât want to lose me then fight for me, stop running, Iâm begging you.â You looked up at him. There was no point in trying to build walls, not when Giyu always knew a way around them. You spent a long time in your own head. For once⌠you decided to let someone else make the calls. If even your most self destructive ways didnât scare him off then itâs obvious that no matter what you did you couldnât scare him off.Â
âAlright.â You intoned softly. The utter hope on Giyuâs face was quick to show. âIâll stop running.âÂ
âPromise me this time. Promise I wonât wake up and you're gone.â
âIâm sorry. You deserved better.â You breathed out, guilty.
âItâs okay. I forgive you.â He says fondly. You shake your head, eyes rolling.
âYou forgive too easily.â Giyu kissed you then. No warning. Just pure want. It was the kiss of someone whoâd been counting the seconds youâd been gone. Sickly sweet. Of course heâd forgive you quickly. When he pulled back he pressed his forehead to yours. âGive me your word. That youâll give us a try.â
âI promise.â You say without hesitation.Â
Giyu kissed you again, this time slowly, passionately. He tangled his hands in your hair and you melted. He was going to be the death of you. Though you supposed you shouldnât think that way. You could settle on him being your near death experience then.
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When the morning dawned and Giyu opened his eyes for a moment his bed felt empty. He rolled his head to the side and when his eyes fell upon you there was nothing in this world that couldâve been a better sight. He reached and softly tucked your hair out of your face. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and let his eyes fall back closed, knowing damn well when he woke up again youâd be beside him.
bonus: giyu's letters
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Dear Y/n,
I hope this letter finds you well. I write to only beg for a moment of your time. If you regret what happened days ago then don't spare me your kindness. I long to know what you think. What you really think.
Please meet me at the training yard in two days time.
Giyu
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Dear Y/n,
How're you today? I do not wish to bother you, I just need you to know that I care. We can forget whatever you want. I will pretend away the feelings I have if you want. Whatever you want it is yours. Just please write me back.
Giyu Â
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Dear Y/n,
I would like to speak plainly for once. I love you. You don't ever have to say it back, I just want you to know. That's all. I will stop bugging you because you do not owe me a thing. I hope you are well. If you need anything don't hesitate to reach out. I can be a friend. I can be whatever you want. Please take care of yourself.
With love, Giyu
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ăPart 3 for The Meetup
ăPairings:College!Eddie Munson x shyfem!reader
ăSummary: After your successful first date, you and Eddie continue seeing each other. Things start getting more serious between the two of you.
ăWarnings: fluff, smut, 90s!Eddie, mention of death but its not detailed, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, slight mocking, some size kink if you squint, spanking, dirty talk, fingering, thigh riding, cum swapping Use of a bass amp to get off. Voyeurism, cockwarming. Masturbation (male) oral (female receiving) orgasm denial. If I missed anything, please let me know nicely.
Word count: 13k
A/n: Please reblog, like, and leave a comment to support. Not proofread. Ignore any mistakes you come across.
Disclaimer: Please read parts 1 & 2 to understand the rest of the story. I also mention his mom in this part, but I wrote it way before the book spoilers were even released.
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Eddie decided he wanted to surprise you at work the very next morning after your "conversation" together. He really wanted things to progress and work out between the two of you. While you both barely know each other, there is a connection that he's been dying to have with someone for a long time. He also just really wanted to see you again before you came to his shows.
He walked through the glass door, ringing the bell, and smirked when you saw you with a customer. Eddie really loved how cute you looked in your work uniform. He overheard the customer you were dealing with at the moment complaining about how his coffee tasted too fresh. Whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean he thought. Eventually, the guy gave up and just snatched up his coffee and walked away. Eddie muttered asshole under his breath as the guy was walking past him.
After the man left, you still didn't notice Eddie walking up to the counter. You threw your head down, wanting this day to be over with already. You were trying to remain as calm as possible.
"Can I get a basic vanilla latte?" He asked, clearing his throat to grab your attention.
You recognize that voice immediately and look up to see him standing there. He was once again wearing black jeans and a muscle tee with his bands faded logo on the front. His tattooed arms on full display, and you can tell he shaved this morning. "Oh, what are you doing here?"
"Well I need coffee....and I wanted to see you." He smiled, showing off his dimples.
"Also, i couldn't stop thinking about our little talk last night." He continued wiggling his brows.
You can already feel your face getting warm at the mention of what you two did.
"Shhh!, we can't talk about that..not here." You scolded him, eyes widening in panic.
"Okay fine fine not here... but I do need that latte." He leaned over a little to whisper. That cocky smirk replacing the boyish one he had just moments ago.
You put in his order and tried to busy yourself. Not paying him too much attention, as he seemed to be extra playful today. He definitely came by to poke at you a little after what you did for him. You normally wouldn't have minded if the two of you were alone together. But you are at work, and most of the customers are people from your shared campus. The thought of one of them overhearing what you and him got up to would haunt you forever.
He watched you running around behind the counter, trying to seem busier than you actually were. "So I also wanted to ask maybe if you wanna come to my place after work?"
You pause instantly when he mentions going to his place. Did you just hear him correctly? Go to his place? You must have been making a face because he quickly added on.
"We can watch a movie, and I dunno talk." He's brown eyes looking into yours, almost pleading for you to say yes. You don't know how he does it. One moment, he's sexy and confident. Then next he's shy and bashful his cheeks alway gave him away. They would turn a crimson red when he got put on the spot. You can tell this sort of thing is pretty out of his comfort zone, but he's trying his best to change that.
"Yeah sure uhh I have to go home first, though."
You moved to pick up his coffee and hand it to him when his order was finally called. "I get off at six o'clock."
"I can pick you up from your place at around seven then. It's not a problem." He shrugged, taking a sip of his drink.
Eddie started making his way to the door when you spoke up. "I don't get a terrible pun?"
He stops and turns to turns to you.
"I'm saving my best ones for tonight. " He said with a wink before exiting the coffee shop.
You watched the clock on the wall like a hawk. Counting down every minute to every second like a mad woman. Were you nervous to go over to his place? Yes. But you also were excited to go and actually hang out with him. You know he invited you to watch his band perform, but hanging out in his home felt more intimate. No one else would have his attention it would just be the two of you alone.
Once that large hand hit six, you were booking it out of there and racing home to get ready. Eddie had told you he'd pick you up by seven, so that gave you almost an hour to get yourself together. You showered and changed into some more comfortable clothes. Your roommate is still out of town, and you thanked God for that. You knew the moment she saw you racing around your house, there would be a million questions thrown your way.
You looked at the clock sitting on your dresser and it read 6:58 pm. You don't know know how punctual Eddie is as a person just yet. You stared at the clock some more, and each minute that passed felt like forever. Your heart thumps in your chest as you patiently wait for the sound of his van. When it finally turned 7pm and there still was no Eddie in sight, you started to worry a little. What if he forgot to pick you up? He never said this was a date, so maybe he decided to do something else.
7:20pm
The clock in big bold red letters reads.
You were really starting to think he wasn't going to show. Until you heard the familiar loud sound of his motor pulling up out front. You made a quick dash for the front door, grabbing your purse. Eddie wasn't even on the last step yet before you're meeting him on your front porch. "Someone is a little eager to leave."
"Oh well I..my roommate is gonna be home soon, and I didn't want her asking a thousand questions." You lied. You'd never tell him that you've actually been sitting on your bed biting at your nails watching the time go by.
"Understandable. Sorry I'm late by the way I was cleaning up my place for you." He moves his arm hooking it around yours, helping you down the stairs.
"No, it's fine. I was busy getting ready anyways," you lied again.
Eddie opened the passenger side door to his van as you got in. Jogging over the driver side, Eddie hops in to sit on the plush blue seat. This is the second time you've rode in his van, and the first time, you actually paid attention to the details. His seats were a soft blue material. He had various band stickers littering the dashboard.
The back was empty except for a few cords thrown here and there. You would guess this is what he used to pack his band equipment in. His gear shift had a silver skull with fang like teeth and red jewels for eyes. You can tell he took a lot of care and put a lot of time into his vehicle.
"How was work after I left?" He asked, turning down his music.
"It was fine a little boring but not too bad." You shrug, playing with a loose thread of your pullover.
"I hope you like scary movies because I picked out a couple from block buster." His hand moves from the gear shift to give your thigh a quick squeeze. "I love scary movies."
"Good, I got us Evil Dead 2, Halloween 4, and The Fog." He made a turn down a street you're not familiar with, but notice it's not far from your home or campus. "You pick first."
"Uh, I wanna watch The Fog first, then Halloween 4." You said, noticing the van slowing down and pulling into a parking lot of an apartment complex.
The van comes to a complete stop, and Eddie turns to unhook your seat belt. He jumps out of the driver side to open up your door, helping you out. Putting a hand to the small of your back, guiding you to the main entrance. He opens the door for you to step in first.
"Welcome to my castle." He jested with a bow.
You giggled as you made your past him to enter the building. He puts a hand to the small of your back again as he guides you up the stairs. It didn't take long before you and him were at his apartment door. His place only is just two flights up. Pulling out his keys from his leather jacket, he unlocked the door and bowed for you to enter again.
You step in and notice right away that he has tons of music equipment around. To the right of you is a large TV set on a stand facing his couch. His home is dark and cozy with dragon and skull statues almost everywhere. Metal band posters framed on his wall and black curtains covering his windows. You notice a few personal framed pictures on the wall by his TV.
There is one of him and an older man with a gray beard. A picture of him in front of a playing table with what you assumed were his friends. There was one picture that stood out the most to you. It was smaller than the rest and pretty faded. There was a woman smiling with long dark curly hair holding a very happy toddler wrapped in a towel. You can only guess that must be his mother. He also had a gold locket hanging off the frame. You wanted to ask him about the photos, specifically that one, but decided against it. There could he some not so great memories you dont want to bring up.
Eddie was digging around for the movies when he noticed you staring at his pictures.
"That's my uncle wayne." He walked up behind you, pointing at the man with the grey beard.
"And this is my old DnD club."
He reached over, taking the picture off the wall to give you a better look. "See, this is Jeff, Gareth, and Grant, who are also my band mates."
He continues on now pointing at the younger kids in the picture. "This is Henderson, who is a little shit might I add. Then we have Lucas, Erica, and Mike."
He puts the picture back on wall and turns to set up his TV and VCR.
"What about this one?" You point at the faded picture of a woman and baby. Instantly cringing when you opened your big mouth.
"That's me and my Mom." He smiles fondly at the mention of her. "She passed when I was little."
"I'm sorry, Eddie." You feel guilty for even asking.
He looks up at you. "Wanna hear the story about how I first got arrested?"
"Oh, um, sure."
He clears his throat and puts a tape in his VCR.
"Well, I was about 16, and I had just got my first guitar. So I went to her grave because I wanted to show her. I saved up all of my money that summer, too. I was working at this mechanic shop and then did little tedious jobs around town for some extra cash. Eddies smiling, but there is some sadness behind his eyes.
"So I go to her grave and pull out my guitar and brag about how I paid for it all on my own. I laid back against her headstone and strummed away on the cords. I guess I fell asleep because the next thing I knew, I was in handcuffs getting put in a police car." His eyes getting glassy at the memory. You can see he's fighting back tears.
Clearing his throat again, "and that's how I got arrested."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring anything up." You apologized as guilt was eating away at you. "Nah, it's okay. I like talking about her."
"Any who you ready to watch this movie and eat?" He exclaimed, clapping his hands wanting to change the topic.
You nod feeling a little relieved he doesn't seem upset you asked about his Mom. He runs to the kitchen to pull out two pizza boxes from his oven and sets them down on the coffee table. He gets the movie started and turns off most of the lights except for in the kitchen. You and Eddie sit back on the couch with his arm draped around you. You lean close against him to get comfy as the main title starts to roll.
There was tension again and the not bad kind either. The same kind that was present when you were together in his van on your first date. Eddie kept glancing down at you as you tried to put all of your focus in the movie. You felt his fingertips brush your skin underneath your pullover. You looked up at him and noticed his attention on the screen. He was playing innocent. It was an innocent little touch at first, but he wanted to slowly work you up.
His fingers tracing light patterns as they slowly inched their way to the waistband of your tights. His eyes still focused on the movie when you looked back up. He seemed like he didn't notice you watching him, but he did. A devilish smirk appears on his face when he sees you squirm. He inches his fingers further until they are playing with the elastic of your panties. He pulls and snaps the band back against your hip.
You try to remain focused on the movie playing in front of you. He seemed like he wasn't really aware of what he was currently doing to you. His eyes haven't left the tv since he pressed play from what you can tell. You felt his hand dipping lower and lower into your tights. His hand almost cupping your sex. You're breathing heavier, anticipating for him to keep going further down. You feel a finger trace up your slit brushing over your clit. You let out a small gasp and try to remain calm. You look back up at him and notice his eyes remain forward. You turn back to the TV, and he chuckles to himself, watching you wriggle next to him.
You spread your legs a little wider, giving him more access. He took the opportunity to rub across your clit once more before moving your panties to side. His middle finger dipped down to your opening. He groans a low hum when he feels how wet you already are for him. Your breathing increases. You want him to keep touching you. He looks down at you for moments and notices how tight you're squeezing his leg.
He bends down to whisper in your ear. "Come sit in my lap, baby."
His breath tickled your neck.
You dont hesitate not for one second. You immediately moved to lay back on his lap, letting one leg hang off the side of the couch. You can feel his hard length pressing into the curve of your ass. His hand dipped down in your panties to glide his fingers between your wet folds. You whine, laying your head on his shoulder. "I know, baby. I know. God, you're so wet already."
"Keep going." You gasp when you felt one of his fingers press on your aching clit.
"Gonna make you feel so good tonight."
Your legs already trembling, and he's barely touched you.
"I can't wait to get you all messy." He grunted when he felt you shift in his lap. Your ass grinding against him. His cock painfully hard in his jeans it's just begging to be set free.
"Shit..take these off." He pulled at your tights.
You moved to yank them down to your ankles and kicking the tights off. Your slick already soaking through the lace material of your panties. He hooks his fingers in the waistband and pulls them off you almost tearing the fabric. You're completely naked from the waist down.
You feel his middle finger dip down again and tease at your entrance. Adding another, he pushes them in, splitting you open. His fingers lazily pumping inside you. Your slick dripping down, making a small wet patch on his leg. Your clit throbbing at Eddie's continued neglect. You can't take it anymore. You move your hand slowly to rub languid circles around your sensitive bud. "Fuck that's it play with yourself."
"You're so fucking hot." He nips at your earlobe watching as your and his hand works on your pussy.
His fingers plunging deep and harder inside you. Your breathing ragid as you writhe on his lap. Your moans mix with sounds of terror blaring from his TV. You're sure his neighbors are used to it. He curved his middle and index to massage that sweet spot on your walls.
"You like that, sweetheart? " He cooed in your ear.
"Mmm!, yes!" You moan.
You can feel him smile against your neck biting down on the skin. His fingers picking up the pace as they plunge deeper inside you. Your walls getting spread open by his thick digits. Rubbing your clit faster as you feel a tightness building up in your core. Your release approaching you much too soon. Your pussy making the loudest wet sounds as Eddie's fingers spread you open. His hand getting drenched in your slick.
"My girl gettin' close?" His rasped licking the shell of your ear.
Your ass grinding down harder against him making it difficult for Eddie not to cum in his jeans.
Your bucking up your hips as your own fingers work on your aching clit. Eddie can't believe this once shy girl is now lying across his lap with his fingers buried deep in her. The sight alone was enough for him to make him cum.
Your orgasm rapidly approaching, you feel your thighs twitcing, and you close them tightly around his hand, keeping him tightly in place. You're orgasm ripping powerfully through your body. Eddie takes his other hand to push your legs back open. His long, thick fingers stretching your sensitive walls as they pulsate around him. The pads of his fingertips pruning from your wetness. Taking his other hand to push yours off to rub on your clit helping you ride out your orgasm.
"That's it baby cum for me." He praised.
Your body vibrates as you came down from your high. Your orgasm leaving you almost limp in his arms. Your legs feel numb and jello like. Eddie carefully removes his fingers from inside you. There is a comfortable silence between the two of you as your breathing evens out. The only sounds in the apartment are now the ones of pure agony coming from his TV.
"Wanna make you cum all night long." He breathed.
You look up at him, eyes slowly opening and closing.
Can you sit on my thigh for me?" He asked softly.
You carelessly nod. Your body felt like it was floating.
You sit up and slowly move to stand. Your legs wobble, and you almost fall, but Eddie catches you by the hips. He guides you to sit and straddle his thigh. You can see the imprint of his cock in his pants. You lick your lips, remembering the size of him. You sit down your bare pussy now rubbing on his pants. His hands still firmly on your hips, moving you to grind against him.
"Like this." He showed you.
You take the perfect opportunity to lick and suck at the sensitive spot under his neck, earning you a little whimper from him. Your soft lips leave a trail of kisses behind after each bite. He tries holding back another moan as your mouth continues to attack his neck. You grind harder on his thigh, rubbing yourself against him like he showed you. His fingers digging into the your ass as your pussy grinds on him. Your clit rubbing on the rough material.
He can feel your wetness soaking his leg as you grow closer to cuming again. He removes you away from his throat and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. Teeth clashing as your tongues dance together. He halts your movements on his thigh, lifting you up slightly.
"Look at that mess youâve made." He teased. Your slick very noticeable on his dark jeans.
"Oh! Eddie. You whine loving how he seemed to be mocking you.
"W-we're supposed to be watching a movie." Your legs burning and your clit aching as you rub it faster on his leg.
"You looked scared.....thought I distract you." He sounded almost genuine. He licks a strip up your throat, making you let a small whine.
"M'not scared." You mumbled, trying to defend yourself. Eddie knew you weren't scared.
Each time you speak, every word is followed with a cry of pleasure.
Eddie laughs. "I know, you weren't. I was so scared. I had to distract myself."
He fakes a pout, gripping your ass painfully hard. His fingers digging into your skin.
Eddie pulls you back down against him roughly and moves to help you grind faster. Your chest rising and falling quickly as you feel another orgasm approaching you. You move against him rubbing your throbbing clit on his leg. You can feel that tightness in your core building up again. This time, it's approaching you stronger than the last.
"S'good." You mewled, grinding your hips back and forth.
You inhale your breath and bury your face in his neck as your second orgasm washes over you. It felt like adam was bursting open. You cum so hard on him tears leak from your eyes. Your hands grip his shoulders while he moves your hips to continue grinding on him.
"That's it cum all over me." His voice so deep and husky. You swear you could cum just by listening to him.
You rest your head on him, your body covered in sweat as Eddie rubs your back.
"You did so good." He whispered in your ear.
You sit there in his lap until you build up enough strength to move. Your mind hazy, and your vision is blury.
"Let's go to my room." He kissed your swollen lips and helped you stand.
"Okay." You move to get up, and Eddie takes you by the hand. Your legs feel weak but strong enough to still walk.
He guides you to his bedroom and opens up the door, revealing a large bed with black sheets. The room was dark except for a black light on the table next to his bed. There was a glowing green skull poster above his headboard. Eddie pulled you to the other side of the room and took your pullover off, revealing your bare breasts to him. Your nipples hardening into little peaks as the cold air hits your naked chest. He quirks an eyebrow up when he noticed you weren't wearing a bra tonight.
"Lay back for me." He asked, kissing you one more time.
You move to lay against the pillows behind you. You watch as he rummages through his nightstand, grabbing a bottle of clear liquid. He tosses it next to you on the bed and takes off his shirt. You can see the outline of his cock so prominent even in dark. Clenching your legs together, thinking about him buried inside you.
Eddie moves over to your side of the bed, taking his pants and boxers off. His pale skin glowing under the purplish lighting of his bedroom. His cock springing free and he lets out a deep sigh. "Im gonna cum on those pretty tits of yours kay?"
Biting down on your lip, you nod eagerly, waiting for him to begin.
He moves to straddle your waist and reaches over to pick up the bottle he tossed earlier. He pops the top open and squirts the clear gel on his palm. Fisting his cock rubbing the lube up and down his shaft. He brushes his thumb over the tip, smearing his precum. Eddie begins to stroke his shaft as you watch. He's pumping his cock in a slow pace watching you not taking your eyes away from him. You moved your hands to rub down his abdomen, and it was enough to send him over the edge. He lets out a strangled moan when he feels your nails scratch into his skin.
He leans over with one hand by your head, and the other still stroking his cock.
"W-wanna fuck you so bad baby." He groans above you. His face just mere inches away from yours.
Eddie's thinking back to that night you called him on his show. How your wanton moans ringed in his ears almost every night since then. He picks up the pace as he fucks his hand wishing it were you instead. The way you begged him help you cum for the first time.
He fists his cock faster lube dripping down from his palm and on your stomach. Some of it splashes on your chest from how hard he's going. His grip tightened when he heard you let out a little whimper. He's all teary-eyed and body glistening in sweat. His cock making a filthy schlick noise similar to what you heard on the phone last night.
"I wanna make you feel so fucking good." He sits back up pumping his cock so hard the veins in his forearm are now visible. His bicep flexing with every stroke.
Your hands move to grip and rub up and down his thighs. Your mouth watering as you watched his precum trickle down to his knuckles.
"You're so big, Eddie." You purred under him.
He lets out a choked sob loving when you tell him how big he is. He already knows, but hearing you say it does something to him. He's so desperate for you all he's imagined since meeting you is having you like this. Hearing you speak to him like that is almost too much to handle. How you're talking to him the same way he talks to you. The way your shyness fades away when you're alone together. He loves it.
Don't cum, Don't cum, Don't cum. His inner monologue chants. Eddie tries not to focus too much on what you're saying but fuck its hot hearing it coming from you.
"God, I'm gonna f-ffking ruin you." His voice strained from grunting so much. He's fucking himself harder to the point his arm is beginning to hurt. The chain on his wrist rattling and clanking around.
He moves up a little higher when he feels himself getting close. His hand fists his cock in a tight strong grip. His pulse quickened with each stroke. His aching cock begging to cum already. He's trying to prolong it, but he doesn't know how much longer he can hold out for.
"Need your cum Eddie." You begged digging your nails into his skin.
Rolling his eyes to the back of his head cursing under his breath. His mouth hung open as drool spilled down his chin and onto you. "Please cum on me."
"Jesus christ," He breathed. His legs almost giving out on him as he kneeled above you.
His hips thrust forward, rocking his bed against the wall. His hand tightened around him as he imagines its you. His tip leaking precum down to his knuckles. Eddie needs to cum now he can't hold it any longer. He fists his length pumping faster than before. His cock twitches in his palm, and he lets out the most animalistic groan you've ever heard. His cum shooting out and covering your tits.
He falls forward, almost landing on top of you. Your tits covered in his cum just like he imagined. Eddie sat up to admire the work he's just done on your breasts. He bends over without a second thought, licking his mess off you. His tongue lapping away until you're clean of him. Sucking and biting down on your sensitive nipples making you push your tits closer to his mouth. Eddie sat up to look at you for a moment. His mouth full of his own cum and spit. He grips your jaw with his hand firmly. Pulling your chin down until your mouth is opened wide for him. You already know have an idea of what he's about to do. You stick your tongue out far as it can go waiting for him.
Eddie spits his cum straight into your mouth getting it all over your tongue allowing you to taste him. You close your mouth, swallowing every bit you received. Enjoying the saltiness of his essence on your taste buds. "You like how I taste, huh?"
"I love the way you taste." You whisper, feeling his cum go down your throat. His taste lingering on your tongue.
"Such a good girl. You didn't waste a drop." He spoke softly, tapping your checking gently.
He moves to sit up straight against his headboard. You lay there naked, not really knowing what you should do next. Do you leave now? Does he want you to stay? Your insecurities start creeping back up. You shouldn't feel this way. He's never once made you think he didn't want to be around you.
"Fuck!..shit!" He breathed heavily laughing to himself. He notices how quiet you've gotten all of a sudden. "You okay?"
"Mhmm, yeah, I'm great." You look over at him. You weren't lying. You felt great, but there was this awkwardness that only you were feeling. You were bracing yourself to be let down and told to pick up your clothes and leave.
Eddies does the exact opposite. He isn't like that. Not with you. Most women left him afterward without a moments thought. No one ever stayed over, and he was hopeful you would. He wished at least one girl would have, and he'd wake up to them stroking his hair. He'd cook them breakfast and laugh over their food. That never happened. He went to bed alone and woke up alone.
"Want a shirt to sleep in?" He asked, bringing you out of your thoughts. His voice croaked.
"Oh, um, sure." You give him a shy smile.
Eddie did want you to stay and spend the night. He didn't want to you leave like you assumed. He runs a hand down his face, cleaning off some of the sweat, trying to gather himself a bit more. Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, he walks over to a chair with various discarded clothes. Picking up a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. He tosses the shirt over to you as he puts his pj's on.
The shirt is old with some holes and bleach stains. With an Iron Maiden logo plastered on the front. You throw it over your head and lay back, trying to get comfortable. "We never did eat."
"Too tired now." Your eyes growing heavy as you watch Eddie make his way back to you.
He gets back in bed, throwing the covers over you both. "Yeah, me too."
You turn so your back is facing him, sinking deeper into the mattress. His bed is warm and soft. You feel him drap and arm over you, bringing you to press up against his bare chest. You wanted to ask him something, but your mind is still foggy from earlier to recall what it was. Your body is so weak, and your legs feel like you ran a marathon. Soft snores from behind let you know Eddie has already passed out. Probably right when his head hit the pillows. You figured you'd stop over thinking things and just rest, too. You were definitely going to need it.
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The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed and no sign of Eddie. His spot cold as the sun peaks through the tiny cracks of his blinds. You move to get up and make your way through his apartment. You're still in his old Iron maiden shirt as you remembered your clothes were previously thrown around his living room and bedroom. Your face heating up when you think about what the two of you did last night. What did he to you last night. How good he made you feel and never did he make you feel guilty for anything you didn't do. He didn't pressure you into doing something you were uncomfortable with.
You make your way down the short hallway until you stop at the living room. The curtains were wide open this time allowing you to see his home better. Not only did he play guitar and collect little figurines, but he was also an artist. Multiple paintings and drawings decorating his walls with a little EM scribbled at the bottom. A pan crashing in the kitchen startles you, and you rush to see if Eddie's okay.
You run and freeze in the doorway when you notice his bare back is to you cooking at the stove. The aroma of pancakes and bacon filling your nose making your stomach growl. He was making you breakfast. No guy you've ever seen made you breakfast before. The more you're around Eddie, the faster you feel like you're falling for him. He was too good to be true, you thought. There has to be something wrong with him.
He feels you standing at the door.
"G'morning, how'd you sleep?" He smiled over his shoulder, flipping another pancake.
"I slept good, actually." You moved to sit on a barstool watching him cook.
"Yeah, me too." A grin plastered on his face, remembering last night too. He smiled fondly at the memory of you naked on his bed.
"Hope you're hungry because I made food."
Your stomach growling louder at the mention of food. You and him didn't do much eating last night. "I'm starving, actually,"
He pulls down two plates, one for you and him. You sit gazing around his apartment, waiting for him to finish up. You must have been daydreaming because the sound of glass clinking in front of you made jump almost out of your seat.
"Oops, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He sets a couple of pancakes on your plate. Picking up a can of whipped cream, creating a little smiley face for you.
"Eat up!" Eddie looked proud of his work on your plate. "I made these special."
He moves to sit down next to you and shoves a fork full of food in his mouth. You pick at your plate a little, wanting to eat but dreading the goodbye that's soon to come.
"You're not eating." He leaned over close as he noticed not one bite of food has been taken from your plate. "Sorry, I was just thinking."
"About?" He questioned, turning his attention back to the pancakes smothered in whipped cream and way too maple syrup.
"It's not important." You murmured.
You pick up your fork and finally take a bite of your pancakes. Your mood suddenly switches now that you have food in your belly. You didn't realize he had put blueberries in them. They were light and fluffy but not too sweet. The whipped cream made into the shape of a smiley face melting away.
You glance over, seeing him focused on his food, not a thought behind those eyes right now. He was mesmerized by the sugary goodness in front of him.
"I didn't know you played bass too." You commented, trying to grab his attention.
Nodding his head, he looked over and smiled. "Yep."
"I played bass in my first band, but I liked being certain of attention too much, so I opted for guitar." He joked, but you know there was some truth to that. Taking another large bite, clearing his plate of pancakes and bacon.
"Want me to play you a song before we head out for the day?"
"Sure!" You exclaimed, dropping your fork with a loud clunk.
You've never seen or heard him play before. You know you'll be seeing him soon this Wednesday, but you just can't wait that long. Even though it's only a few days away.
He hops off the barstool and heads over to pull out his equipment. "Come over here, sweetheart."
He moved this big amp to the middle of the floor and patted it while motioning for you to come sit down. You gingerly got up as your legs still feel a little wobbly. You plop your butt down on the amp. "Ah ah, straddle it."
"Please."
There was a devious glint in his eyes.
You look at him confused but move, so each of your legs is on either side of the amp. He walked over, plugging in his bass and messing with the nobs on the Amp. He looked at you for a split second a sly grin appearing on his face. You're still confused about what he's up to, but you know he's up to something.
"Good girl." He bent over kissing the side of your head. "Gonna play my pretty girl a song before she starts her day."
You sit there all smiles while you watch him get everything set up. Maybe he is innocent time and isn't up to something. But you've seen that grin one too many times, and you've only just met.
"I'm gonna play you a personal favorite of mine." He plucked the string slightly, testing to see if the amp was on properly.
"Song is Orion by the way." He winked.
He begins plucking away at the cords and watches you intently. The amp in between your legs starts coming to life and rattle with vibrations. Your legs twitch, and you move to stand up, but Eddie shoots you a look, and you sit right back down. Your breath hitches the faster he starts to play. You try to remain focused on him, but the faster he plays, the more intense the amp vibrates.
"This is my favorite part to play." He raised his voice a little so you can hear him.
The song calms down just a little, making the amp die down. You exhale a deep breath, thinking it was over. Your clit throbs between your legs from Eddie's previous abuse last night.
"How you feeling, baby?" He asked, knowing the song was about to pick up speed again.
You stifle a moan. "I'm good."
"Grind on it like you did my leg." He commanded, shooting you a stern look.
He's never spoken or looked at you like that before. He sounded almost domineering, and you won't lie. You liked the way it made you feel.
"That's it, you're so good." His fingers steadily working on the bass slung over his chest.
You do as you're told and rock back and forth on the amp. The song picking up more speed, and you feel that coil in your tummy getting tighter. Your legs trembling as you struggle to do as you're told. Your body telling you to stand up and get off but the need to cum was too over powering. He picks at the strings harder and faster. "Oh fuck!"
"E-Eddie, I can't please....i-its too much," you pleaded. Your clit still sore from last night it felt almost bruised.
"You can. Just relax." He reassured.
You nod your head and focus while the vibration on your core intensified. You rock your hips, grinding down on his amp. Each pluck of the strings as the song changes tempo makes your whole body tremble. The song is coming close to an end, and soon, the closer you are to your release.
"Mmmfph! I'm gonna cum." You moan loud over the music.
"I know, baby!" He yelled back over the music.
You ride the amp harder and faster as your release approaches. With a sharp intake of breath, as another orgasm washes over you, sending shockwaves throughout your body. You almost topple over on the floor, but Eddie quickly rushes to catch you. "I got you, don't worry."
He set his bass down on the floor, holding on to your arm with one hand. He carefully helps you to your feet, and your legs almost give out. "You okay?"
"I'm okay, yeah." You panted.
"Did you like it?"
"Yeah, just warn me next time." You playfully swatted at his chest.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I had to make sure I'd be on your mind all day." He laughed, walking you down the hallway. He turned to see the very noticeable sticky mess you left behind.
He helped you to the bathroom, letting you get washed up before you both got dressed to head out. He mentioned how he has class, but he'd love for you to listen to his show tonight. You never told him you do that almost every time he was on air. Day dreaming about meeting him. You had class too during the same hours as him so you couldn't grab lunch like he'd suggested. Which is fine. You'll be seeing him in a few days anyway. You are going to miss him, though. You had fun and truth be told you didn't want to stay again. He didn't want you to leave either. If he could lock you up in this apartment with him, he would. No hesitations. Just the two of you alone together.
Eddie gave you a ride home so you can put on some clean clothes. He gave you one long kiss before you hopped out of his van.
"I'll see you Wednesday." He gave a wink before pulling off.
Wednesday came a lot slower than you wished for it to. You tried to keep yourself occupied with work and class. Wishing the time flew by fast like the last time, but it didn't. Those last few days leading up to his performance seemed to drag a long. You just wanted to see Eddie and be with him. You already planned tonight was the night.
You planned your outfit and makeup. Already having your dress hanging up on your closet. Eddie had offered to come pick you up and take you to the bar, but you declined since you didn't know how long it would take getting ready. You'd planned to run straight home after work and not waste any time. Of course, things didn't go exactly to plan because you had to work almost an hour past when you're supposed to clock out. You pleaded to your manager that you have to leave soon. You had plans. Very, very important plans.
Finally, you were able to leave, and you sprinted home grateful you lived very close by. Busting through your front door, almost knocking down the pictures on your wall on the way to your bedroom. You were already extremely late to see him as is. You know his band already started their first song, and you hope Eddie doesn't notice your absence.
You threw on your dress that was much shorter than the last one he saw you in. You chose to wear heels again, knowing you were probably going to trip at some point tonight. You regret not taking Eddie up on his offer to drive you to the Hideout. Racing out the door and down the street into town. Now was a good time to regret not owning a car. Your feet are already killing you on the pavement. Luckily, the bar is right near campus as well. You're already cringing at the blisters that will be on your toes by tomorrow.
Flashing red signs and loud music fill your ears. You can see the bar on the far right corner of the busy street. Cars line up down the road as they make their to the same destination as you. Some of the people you can recognize from class or the coffee shop. Entering the bar, you can hear Eddie before you even see him. He's already thanking everyone for attending tonight. He told you his sets aren't long, only about forty minutes since other bands play there too. He begrudgingly has to share the stage.
You guess he was on his second to last song by the time you arrived. You felt terrible missing half of his show. You didn't expect to work so late, particularly on a Wednesday evening. You were a little taken back by the number of people out mid week.
You see him at last up on stage in far back. The bar is a lot bigger than you imagined. You're struggling to get closer to the stage. There is a tiny corner close to him that's empty you noticed. Your feet in pain and with people stepping on them as you push past, you won't be surprised if they're not bleeding yet. You almost have to force your way over there. You didn't expect this many people to show up. The Hideout was also the only bar closest to everyone, so obviously, they'd all gather here. Eddies band was also very popular with the local metalheads.
You finally reached the small little empty corner near him. You have a good view of the side stage and audience. You see him singing and thrashing away on his guitar. His hair is down and sticks to his neck. The chain hanging around his neck now tangled. His shirt is drenched in beer and sweat. Not his beer. Some guy apparently threw a drink on him earlier from what you manage to overhear from people in the crowd. They were applauding how Eddie threw the guy off the stage.
You look over and notice almost a sea of women in the front. Well, not exactly a sea of women but a very good amount of them. One too many for your liking. They're all make bedroom eyes at him and flashing their tits. You feel something coming over you as you watch them take off their bras and throw it on stage. You noticed one tied up and hanging from his mic stand. Were you jealous or angry? You're not sure, but you dont like how you feel. You watched him look at them and no one else. If you weren't jealous before, you sure as hell are now. Eddie was yours. There was this burning feeling in the pit of your stomach. You wanted to leave but not without him.
His set was coming to an end as he announced the last song Corroded Coffin would be performing tonight. You wanted to move so he could see you, but it's too late. A huge mob rushed to the front stage. People jumping up there with him to head bang. More articles of clothing are thrown his way. You lean up against the brick wall behind you, trying to calm down. Your nerves are all worked up not only from the girls but also from the number of people here tonight. You're not used to large crowds like this.
"Thank you, everyone, for coming to see us tonight. we're Corroded coffin." Eddie announced in the mic.
He moves to leave the stage and almost walks right past you. He doesn't notice you at first with his head hanging low.
"Eddie!" You yelled, trying to get his attention and grab his writs.
His head quickly pops up, looking to see who just grabbed him. His face softened when he saw it was you. "Hey, you came. Follow with me."
He intertwined his fingers with yours, leading you backstage. Eddie gave quick hi's and byes as you tagged along. It was much brighter back there with dingy white walls that had graffiti all over them. Different bands signing each brick signifying they played there. You overheard his other members discussing whose car would be moving the equipment back to Gareth's place. Eddie drags you down various different corridors until he's pulling you in a private bathroom.
"You like the show?" He asked, turning on the faucet to wash his hands and face off.
"Yeah, you were great." You still had this jealous feeling in your stomach. You felt build the more you tried to drown it out.
He turns off the water and walks over to you. You back away until you couldn't anymore. Eddie eyes at what you're wearing, licking his lips. Your dress is barely covering anything at all. "You look nice."
"Thank you." You whispered.
He bends down to give you a heated kiss. His lips crash onto yours. You open your mouth to breathe, and that's when he sneaks his tongue in. His hands creeping grip your ass over your dress. His kiss is intoxicating as his tongue explores your mouth. You melt into him.
He breaks away. "Need to take you home."
He's panting heavy pupils already blown out with lust.
"I wanna go to your place."
He pulls you away from the door, grabbing your arm and making a bee line for the exit.
"Don't you have to help pack up?" You try to keep up with him as your heels scrap the floor.
"They're fine."
You don't what possessed you, but the moment you got him alone in his van, your hands and lips were all over him. Reaching over to rub his semi hard cock over his pants while he tries to focus on the road. You can feel him hardening under your palm.
"S-sweetheart, come on, wait just a few minutes. He pleaded, feeling himself getting harder. His cock straining painfully on the zipper of his jeans. "We're almost there."
You lean over closer sucking and biting his neck, earning you a groan. You move your hand slowly down his abdomen until it reaches his belt. You unbuckle and undo the button to his pants. His eyes trained on the road a head. Both hands tight on the steering wheel, his knuckles are almost turning white.
"Oh god." He rasped when he felt your hand slip past his boxers.
His chest heaving and his jaw clenches. You were acting very bad right now. You know you should stop. You know doing this kind of thing can be dangerous. You just couldn't wait to have him any longer.
"W'nna gag on your cock Eddie." You smile biting your lip.
You continue teasing and rubbing his length. "Can you fuck me tonight?" He's so thick your hand can barely wrap around it. You're salvating, remembering how you struggled to fit him all in your mouth.
He coughed, choking on his spit when you heard you. He doesn't know what's gotten into you tonight, but he is not complaining.
You remove your hand from his pants and give the side of his mouth a quick peck. You move back to your seat and put your seat belt back on. You let him drive peacefully until he gets to his apartment building. He looks to the buldge in his pants and back to you. He's mad. Mad that you teased him like this and then just left him.
"Just wait until I get you inside." Eddie's eyes never leaving the road to look at you. His jaw clenching.
You squeeze your thighs together, getting turned on at what he's planning on doing to you. You don't know why, but you like seeing him get mad.
He speeds up when he sees his building ahead. You need him bad tonight. You can still taste him on your tongue. The screeching of tires coming to a complete stop, letting you know you've arrived at his place. Eddie wasted no jumping out the driver side and practically pulling you out of the van. He leads you inside with your arm still in his grip.
His lips are all over you as you're heading up the stairs to his apartment. You both tripped over one another, making your way up each step. His hands are running all over your body. From your ass and thighs to your tits. There wasn't a place he wasn't touching you. He just wants to throw you on his bed and rip that dress off from your body. Spread you open and have you begging him not to stop.
You don't even recall how you made it inside his apartment. You kick your shoes off and strip him of his shirt. Your lips are on his in a feverish kiss. He backs you up against the couch, your ass hitting the arm.
"Turn around." His mumbles as you bite at his bottom lip.
You break away to look at him, confusion written all over your face.
"I said, turn. around." He instructed in a demanding like tone.
You do as you're told and turn around. His naked chest pressed against your back. You can feel his hard cock pressing into the swell of your ass. "You were a bad girl back there."
"I think you need a good spanking, hm?" His mouth was right by ear as he whispered seductively. He moves his hand to give you a swift slap on your ass. You yelp when you felt him.
Your nipples harden through your dress. His hands are feeling up your legs. His fingers tips goasting over the skin of your thighs. He goes to remove your panties when he noticed you're not wearing any.
"Oh," He marveled, lifting up your dress. He tsks, shaking his head. "You're being so bad tonight." He's taunting you. Playing with you a little. Wanting to rile you up before giving you what you want.
He moves from behind you to sit down on the couch.
"Over my lap." He sounded frustrated he had to do this, and you liked it. His sudden dominance with you. A complete contrast to the Eddie you're used to.
You move to lay across his lap. You shiver with anticipation, waiting for him to spank you for the first time. Hopefully, it won't be the last you thought to yourself.
He hand pulls back, and with no warnings, he smacks you hard on the ass. You gasp and jolt forward. He doesn't give you time to adjust before doing it again and again. Your ass stinging from the impact his palm was making. His hand is an angry red shade from how hard he's going.
You don't know if you were supposed to count or not, but if you had to guess, you'd say he's given you five so far. Tears spilling down your face ruining your makeup. "Aww, you crying? No crying baby, you deserve this."
"You did this to yourself now. Take it like a good girl." Eddie sighed. He swats you again for the eigth time. "Could have gotten us hurt back there.
"Can't have my pretty girl gettin' hurt." He spoke gently to you. He was right. You shouldn't have done that.
Eddie, stops to check in on you. Not wanting to push you past any limits.
"You gonna be my good girl?" His hand smoothing over your very sore cheeks.
"M'sorry I'll be good." You sniffle. It hurt, but you liked it. The wetness pooling between your legs every time his hand connected to your ass.
He lifts up your dress, exposing your bare ass to him. His fingers moving to tease at your opening. Your slick running down your inner thighs.
"Someone enjoys getting spanked, I see." He mocked, slowly pushing two fingers in your entrance.
"Mmhm y-yes I like it." You mewled, feeling his fingers working you open. You let out a high-pitched squeal, feeling him curving them upwards. His thick fingers plunging in your pussy. You grip a tight hold on his thighs while his fingers are busy thrusting into you.
"Bedroom...now," He commanded in a stern voice, ripping his fingers from you with a loud wet pop as they make their leave. A long string of your slick connecting the two of you together. Eddie brings the two digits to his mouth, cleaning them off.
That's all you had to hear before leaving him alone. You strip yourself of your dress, throwing it to the floor as you sit at the edge of the bed waiting for him. His room is exactly how he left it the last time you were stayed. Your ass still stinging from his hand.
Eddie walked through the doorway of his bedroom. He's jeans discarded somewhere in his living area. He walks over and towers over you.
"You really want to do this?" He asked, making sure you were absolutely ready.
"Yes... I need you." You pleaded.
You desperately needed him. You can't go much longer without having him inside you. You felt like you were going to go insane. He's looking down at you with a soft gaze in his eyes. You felt safe. You always have with him.
He pulls his boxers down, letting his cock spring free. Eddie crawled over top of you until you were flat on your back. He reached down between your legs to tease at your opening some more, wanting to get you ready for him. You spread your legs wider, giving him more access.
Eddie hums at the sight of you spread out for him. Only him. Your pussy glistening in the dim light of his bedroom and it takes all his strength to not just fuck you right then. He sinks down to his knees and yanks you down roughly so your ass is hanging off the edge of the mattress. He spits down on your pussy before spreading your folds apart with his tongue. You sigh feeling his warm tongue lapping at your clit. Your legs hanging over his shoulders. The little stumble starting to grow on his chin, tickling your folds. It was too much.
You gripped and clawed at the sheets on the bed beneath you. Eddie puts one finger to your entrance and pushes in until it disappeared. He curved his middle finger upward pumping it in your pussy rubbing at that spongey spot on your walls. You grip his hair as his mouth works on your clit. He grunts against you, making your whole body quiver. Eddie is going at you like a man starved. His mouth never lets up for one second. His eyes closed as he got lost in your taste. Savoring every drop of your slick on his tongue.
Your legs try to close around his head, and he grips one tightly, pushing it away. Your hips lifting as you're writhing around feeling your orgasm building. Eddie can feel you getting close when your walls clenched and pulsed around his finger. His plump lips sucking at your clit harder. You were almost there. So close and just as you were about to cum. Eddie stopped suddenly removing his mouth from you and pulling his finger away. Your walls still pulsating as he denied you of your orgasm. His face was shiny and covered in your juices. He looks up giving you an amused look.
You frown at him, knowing heâs messing with you for what you did to him in the van.
"Why'd you stop? I was so close." You almost wanted to cry. "I need you...I just wanna cum p-pleeease make me cum."
You'd do anything at this point to have him inside of you. Your pussy was practically crying for his cock to nestled deep inside you.
"My girl wants me to fuck her?" He whispered with a sultry tone. "Is that it?"
"Yeah," you replied. your voice barely above a whisper.
"Aww baby, don't cry." Eddie cooed, noticing the sad look on your face after what he just done. He wasn't going to deny you anymore. How could he when you're looking at him like that.
You nod your head slowly. "Need it so so so bad."
"Gonna have you feelin' so full." He sits up aligning his cock on top of your pussy. Showing you how far in he's going to be.
"Look at that...look how deep I'm going to be." He's so hard for you. Feels like with just the slightest touch you give him, he could explode on the spot.
You squirm under his gaze, arching your back, waiting as patiently as you possibly could. You know he's going to go about this slow. He's going to be extra careful with you. He's going to tease and taunt you because he wants to here you beg for it. He holds the base of his cock slapping it against your sore clit. Getting his precum on your wet folds. Your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your face feels all fuzzy and warm.
"Don't tease me anymore." You whine, stifling a moan when the head of his cock dips down to your entrance. He pushes just a few inches in parting you open. Your eyes fluttering closed when you get a little taste at what's to come.
Eddie doesn't stay for long he removes himself teasing your clit with his tip. Rubbing your juices and his precum all over your sore bud. You thrash and grip a hold of his sheets. Your walls clenching around nothing again as they're so ready to be stretched open by him. Each time his tip pushes at your opening, you feel that coil in your belly creeping back up. You were on the verge of cuming just moments before he denied the chance. You know the second his cock sinks in you won't be able to hold it.
He rubs his cock up and down nudging your clit with his leaking tip over and over again. Your slick drenching his length. He thought he was going to need to use his lube, but that doesn't seem to be the case tonight. Your pussy is drenched with your juices. You were more than ready for him. Eddie just enjoyed getting you worked up. Hearing your sweet little cries anytime he gets his cock close enough to your opening. The way your legs squeeze around him, trying to keep him from moving away. How your eyebrows squint together and you bite down hard on your bottom lip. "Eddieeee," your whiny and breathy sobs make him almost take pity on you. Almost.
"Eddieeee," He repeated back, mocking the same pout you have on your face.
He drags his cock through your wet folds repeatedly making a lewd wet schlick noise.
" You're bein' mean,' you whine, tears spill down your face again. Mascara and eyeliner ruined in the process.
He stops that cocky grin reappearing on his face. "Is that so?"
You nod, not daring to say a word back. You're getting impatient with him. He's been working you up for what felt like hours now. Your clit throbbing and sore even with the slightest brush of his head making your breath hitch. His precum and your juices smeared all over your pussy. You assumed he's felt a little bad for you, when he starts to slowly pushing the tip of his cock through your entrance. Truth be told he could do this all night long if he wanted.
Eddie stills for a moment, only letting his tip split you open. Your head falls back against the pillows. Finally, you thought, but your relief was cut short when he removed it again. You huff in frustration and let the neediest whimper he's ever heard. Eddie relentlessly teasing your pussy as he slides his length through your folds. Slapping and nuding your clit with his length. Your body all sticky with sweat. Everytime his cock hit your tender neglected clit you begged and pleaded to him. You're teetering on the cusp of an orgasm and he doesn't seem to want to let you. Not right now, at least. He just keeps building it up only to rip you of the chance.
Your face twisting in a grimace. Why does he keep teasing you? You already learned your lesson. You were beginning to think he wasn't going to give you what you wanted after all.
"God!, you're so!-" Your sentence cut short when he licks his fingers and slaps your pussy just hard enough to shut you up. You gasped more so from shock.
The pain and pleasure mixed together was something you never thought you'd enjoy until tonight.
You instantly calmed down.
"Theeere she is." He purrs, pushing his thumb in your mouth as you instinctively suck on it wishing it was his cock.
"Ya ready for me?."Eddie asked, aligning himself back up at your entrance. He removes his thumb, allowing you to speak. A string of spit connecting you to him.
"m'ready." You rasped.
You feel the head of his cock right by your opening. "Oo!, yes, I'm--im ready." Your body burning with desire to feel him. To finally have him.
His thick tip gingerly splitting you open. Eddie getting just a few inches deeper than the last time, but it was enough to almost make you scream. He pauses to put both of his hands on each side of your head.
"Good....because I'm gonna make sure you can't walk in the morning." His assured speaking low.
You knew he was serious about that. You and Eddie have been yearning for one another for so long. You just know the moment he's inside of you, it is going to take all of his strength not to lose total control. You look into his eyes, pleading for him to give you more. You want it all. You need it all. You don't care how sore you're going to be tomorrow. Your brain clouded by lust and the need to be fucked by him.
Eddie pushes in a little more and dips his head to bite down hard on your shoulder. Your hands moving to tug at his hair. The feeling of you tightening up around him as he breaches past your opening was almost too much for him to handle. He can't cum. Not yet. He's just getting started. Eddie tries to focus on anything else. He's talked a big game to you up until this point. He needs to last, but you just feel so good. You're so wet and warm. You hug him just right, and he's not even all the way in yet. You're perfect.
"More." You begged, not knowing Eddie was keeping still for a particular reason.
"Patience baby, gimme a sec." He exhaled a long breath before kissing your shoulder where his teeth marks now were. "Tryin not to cum."
"Shit!, you're ju-just so fucking tight." He grunted.
You didn't know you were having this type of effect on him. You won't lie it feels nice knowing that. You lean up to kiss him. Your lips lazily press to his. You were soft and delicate with him. You moan in his mouth when you feel him pushing in a little deeper.
He breaks away, resting his forehead against yours. His breathing is ragged. He's sinking in inch by inch agonizingly slow. Trying to let you accommodate him. "You're so good, you know that?"
"S-so mmmfph, so good-- jus' for me." Eddie stammered. His jaw tightening.
"Jus' for you." You murmured against his lips.
"Yeah?" Only me?" Eddie questioned his tongue sneaking out to lick your parted lips.
You felt light-headed. Your mind clouded with so much lust. Every touch and kiss from him was deliberate and sensual. From the way he spoke to you to the way he caressed every curve of your body. You've never been touched this way. No one's ever made you feel this like before. There wasn't an inch of skin where his lips and hands hadn't been.
"Only you." You're breathless.
Eddies wild hair fell over his shoulders. His chain dangling by your face.
The events leading up to this moment were almost too good to be true, you both thought. The phone call. The coffee shop run in. The date. Everything felt surreal. Yet here you are together. He relished in how trusting you were of him so quickly.
Eddie kept pushing himself further inside of you until he was almost bottoming out completely. You wince slightly at the sudden stretch and size of him. "It's okay, relax for me." Eddie coaxed you as he tenderly rubbed at your side, helping you relax. He stays still for a moment, allowing you to get adjusted to his size some more. "I-I can take it...fuck, don't stop."
"Oh, is that so?" Eddie taunted.
"Ya sure I'm not too big for you?"
Swiftly shaking your head no. " jus' please Eddie."
You let out another whine, bucking up your hips. His taunting coming to a full stop when he pushes his cock in a little deeper.
"Goddamn, you're tight," He said through clenched teeth. His nostrils flaring.
Eddie carefully pulls out, leaving just the tip in. Only to slam back inside you, bottoming all the way out this time, letting out a long moan as he did. His length stretching your walls, hitting all the right spots. You've never been this full ever. He felt like he was in your stomach. He starts thrusting into you at a steady pace helping your pussy get warmed up to him.
His bed squeaked with every thrust he gave. He pulls his cock almost all the way out and glides it back in with so much more ease now. You're making the prettiest little noises for him. Your nails scratching over his over broad shoulders and down his back. "Mmm, Eddie, you feel so good."
"G'nna cum inside you." He grunted.
"F-fill you up...get you so full of me." He's blabbering, not really paying attention to what he's saying. "Want, ooh shit!-"
His words cut short when he felt your walls squeezing him. His hips rocking harder against yours. You can feel his balls slapping against your ass. The soft curls between his legs getting soaked in your juices. "Need your cum in me pleeease."
"Don't stop, Eddie!" Your throat burns the louder you called out his name. His cock rubbing that spongey spot on your walls just right. You can't think straight anymore he feels amazing.
His jaw clenches, and you can hear his teeth gritting together. "Ya need it that bad, huh?"
"Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna give it all to you." Eddie panted his voice raspy.
"You dirty girl." Eddie tried to tease again. He sounded like he was about to lose his voice."S'needy, begging for my cum."
You let out a loud whiny moan when he rolled his hips. His cock hitting a new angle on your walls. He moves to pin your wrists down beside your head. A shiver sends down your spine when he looked into your eyes. He's rough but gentle all at the same time.
Your juices, so creamy coating felt like his cock was drowning in it. His balls and pelvis now completely saturated. The both of you moaning in unison. He pulls his hips far back, slamming them against yours roughly. Your pussy making the loudest pornographic noises as Eddie continued pumping his cock inside you. The sound of skin slapping echoes off his bedroom walls.
"Oh my god!" You cry out.
He grips your wrists tighter, and you feel like your hands are going numb. Your bodies glistening with beads of sweat. "M'getting s'close."
The coil in your belly tightens the faster your orgasm approaches you again. Eddies cock pumping in your pussy at an almost brutal pace. Your breasts bouncing in his face as he pounds you in his mattress. "Gettin close too, baby."
"Gettin reeeeal fuucking close." Eddie grumbled as his hips rammed against yours.
Eddie, let's go of one of your wrists to snake it down and play with your clit. His calloused fingers rubbing tight circles on your aching bud. Your pussy clenching around his length.
"Fuuucking, christ." He cursed under his breath.
Your orgasm approaching you rapidly. His skilled fingers pressed down harder as he rubbed your clit. You throw your head back, exposing your neck to him. Eddie takes the opportunity to bite and suck on the tender skin. Your vision goes black, and there is a ringing in your ears. Your head is blank it felt like time stood still. You cum around his cock hard. Your orgasm hitting you in waves. Your legs shake violently around his waist.
Eddie stops thrusting for a moment to watch you come undone. "That's it. That's my good girl cum all over my cock."
"That'a girl." He praised as your orgasm left you unable to speak for some minutes.
He starts rocking his hips into yours. Your head is cloudy as you come down from your high. Your clit still throbbing and your walls still pulsating as your release fades away. Eddies thrusts are getting sloppier as his orgasm is quickly approaching him. Your pussy squelching louder when his cock glides in and out of you. The sound ringing in your ears. His sheets are an absolute mess from you.
"I-i gon-...I'm gonna cum." He moans fumbling over his words. His cock twitched and with a few more powerful thrusts he's spilling hot ropes of cum deep within you coating your walls. He doesn't stop pumping his cock until he's milked himself of every drop.
He collapses all of his weight on you. The two of you lay like that for a brief couple of minutes. You felt him easily remove himself from you, and you frown at the loss. His cum mixed with yours dripping out of your opening and onto his bed. Your entire body felt weak. His face flushed a light pink, making the freckles on his cheeks more noticeable.
Eddie sits up and moves from on top of you. He reaches over to grab a pre rolled joint and light it.
"Shit." He whispered to himself.
He brings the joint to his dry lips and takes a long puff. "Want some?"
"No thanks." You declined still feel dizzy, almost drunk like.
"Wanna take a bath together?" He takes a few more puffs before putting his joint out in the ash tray. The weed mellowing him out.
"Yeah... but I can't. I don't think I can walk." You confessed. Your legs still trembling from earlier.
He smiles proudly. "Here, lemme help."
Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, Eddie walked over to you, helping you stand. Your face heating up when you felt his cum sliding down your legs. "I should probably change these sheets, too."
Eddie helps you to his bathroom and sits you on the toilet while he gets the water ready.
"Come on, lets you in." He takes your hand and gently helps raise your legs over the tub, so you donât fall.
You sat back and hummed, feeling your muscles relax immediately. Eddie gets in behind you and brings your back to lay on his chest. The warm water soothing you both as you clean each other. You feel like you could fall asleep right here if he let you.
"Hey, I'm gonna go change the bed you stay here." He gave you a long, passionate kiss before getting out of the bath.
You watched him put a towel around his waist and leave. You take the opportunity to clean off your face of whatever makeup was left. Hugging your knees to your chest, you feel sleep slow creeping up on you.
Eddies loud voice echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom startles you awake. "Let's get you dried off."
Your legs much stronger now than they were before. There was a small ache between your legs where he was once buried. You try to ignore it for the time being but you know you're really going to feel it in the morning.
Eddie gives you one of his sweaters to wear, so you'll keep warm. Your dress from earlier discarded somewhere amongst the mess. You jump back into bed next to Eddie. Nestling yourself under his arm curling up in his side. The damps ends of his hair dripping little droplets of water down his chest.
"So, uhh, what got into back there in the van?" He spoke out of nowhere.
"Hmm?" You faked like you didn't just hear him.
"You heard me."
Pushing your face in his side, trying to hide from him.
"What was that?" He jested, putting his hand behind his ear as if he didn't hear you the first time.
"I SAID! I got a little jealous. You huffed.
"Jealous? Of what?" He was in utter disbelief.
"The girls at your show...and that stupid bra on your mic stand." You sit up, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Oooh, my god!" He belly laughs.
"It's not funny." You argued, squinting your eyes at him. A hint of a smile dancing on your lips.
"You're right. It's not funny." He chuckles. His hand goes to cover his mouth, hiding his smile.
".....next time they throw their bras at me, I'll just sling shot them back."
"Thank you! That's all I'm asking for." You exclaimed dramatically.
He snorts, pulling you back against him to cuddle. You spent the rest of the night joking and making fun of one another lovingly. He admitted he should make you jealous more often if it gets you to act like that. That was quickly disregarded when you shot him a very dirty look.
It's been a full year since that night. Eddie and you became inseparable. He's since graduated from college and got a good gig as a radio disc jokey for a local radio station. The concept of the show was almost the same, but there were some few minor changes. His "adult segment" got watered down to be more radio friendly. Eddie hated the censorship but figured once he made a bigger name for himself, he wouldn't worry about that stuff anymore.
You were in your last semester of college when Eddie finished. He asked you the moment he got his offer if you wanted to work with him and be his assistant. Not passing up that opportunity to spend more time with him. You said yes with zero hesitations.
"Come on, let me show you our studio." Eddie dragged you into a room filled with various mics and a desk. There was a light above him with glowing orange letters reading "On Air."
The last time you saw him, this excited about anything was when his old friends came to watch him walk across the stage. You didn't think you could be more proud. His eyes lighting up when he showed you the name plate on the door. "That's my name, babe." He tapped on the wooden door.
Tonight was his first show at his new studio. He was nervous but knew most of his listeners were still the same. You sat on the chair next to him. Your short tennis skirt hiking up at little. Eddie kept turning to glance at you while he read from a script. When he would cut to commercial break, his hand would wander up your thigh. You squeezed them shut and smacked him away.
"We can't do that, not now." You whisper yell at him.
"Who says? Who's gonna know?" He whispered back.
He bites his lip and groans. "Baby, I've been needing you all day."
"Sit in my lap. I'll behave." He pats his thighs giving you an innocent smile.
You knew better, but move to sit on his lap anyway. Your skirt lifted and showed the lace of your panties to him as you sat down.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard when we get home. He promised.
Your eyes widened when you felt his semi hard cock pressing against your ass.
"Ya know what, since you've been teasing me, I think I'm gonna tease you." He said, lowly licking the shell of your ear. One of his large hands running up your thigh to cup your sex.
"B-but I'm not." You tried to defend yourself.
"You are, you know how I get when you wear this." He picks up the hem of your tennis skirt. You do know how he feels about the it. He bought the article of clothing for you for a reason. He never could keep his hands off you when you wore it.
Eddie couldn't keep his hands off you, period, but the skirt wasn't helping.
The ads were still playing over the radio when Eddie suggested for you to announce the next song coming up after his brief segment.
"Wait, I have a much better idea." Eddie leaned to unbuckle his belt and pull the zipper of jeans down. "Lift up for sec."
You lean forward to lift up off his lap. Your ass is almost on full display. The only thing keeping you from him was the sheer material of your panties. You can hear him groan before running a finger along your covered slit. A wet patch already forming very noticeably. "I can't wait to get you home, but this will do for now."
He pulls his cock out from his pants stroking it before running his thumb over the leaking tip. He slaps and rubs it between your covered folds as you lean a little over his desk. He presses down on the head and hisses. You thought he was going to jerk off until he was back on the air, but you were dead wrong.
Eddie pulls your panties to the side, exposing your pussy to him. He slaps his tip at your opening from behind, dipping it in ever so slightly before pulling it away. Your jaw dropping open when you felt his tip nudging in your entrance. Your palms sweating on top of his desk, as you're feeling him part you open. The head of his cock shining with your slick. You can hear him groaning again with frustration that he can't fuck you the way he wants. "Sit on it."
"Wh- now! Right now?" You panicked.
"People are listening, Eddie." You tried to argue, but he shook his head.
"So? That's never stopped you before." He had a point. A very good point. You don't even need to turn around to see the smug, expression on his face. "Come on baby, I just w'nna feel you."
"Okay." You spoke softly, giving in to him.
You help hold his length as he aligns himself up with your opening. You slowly sink down on his length, taking him all in a few inches at a time. You sit down fully on him. He feels so deep this way. Eddie grips your hips to hold you perfectly still. He leaned back in his chair to get relaxed as his segment was about to begin. His eyes are half lidded. Eddie's already struggling not to cum and you haven't even done anything yet. His cock nudging at that sweet spot on your walls. "Ooh!, c-can you just push up a little."
"I-i can't take staying so still...its-" You pleaded. You would do all the work yourself while he continues on with his show if meant you could feel his cock stroking your walls.
He cuts you off.
"Shh, no." He quietly told you, covering his mic up his mic as the show was now starting.
"Alright, every b-body." Eddie tried reading his introductions but stumbled over his words when you purposely clench around his cock.
He shot you a look from behind. You were definitely going to pay for that one. You fidget in his lap, rocking your hips from side to side.
"If you don't keep still I'm gonna bend you over this desk and fuck you live on air." He warned, and you stopped moving straight away.
Was he serious? He couldn't be. You thought to yourself, but if you only saw his face right now, you'd know he was being dead serious.
He cleared his throat. "Alright, everybody, before we get started, my lovely girlfriend here is gonna announce the next song."
"Aren't ya." He thrusts up hard with no warning, making you gasp in the mic. His cock nestled so deep within you. You cover your mouth to keep from moaning out loud.
"Mmhmm y-yep." You knew these next couple of minutes were going to be torture. Absolute torture for you.
You take a long, deep breath.
"The next song....up...is Man in a box." Your voice shakey. Your hands squeeze Eddie's thighs. He's grinding you in his hips and bucking up. You bite back another moan, trying to escape your lips.
"Ah, no honey, that's not the right song. we just heard that one." Eddie's mocking you now. He knows how hard it is for you to keep quiet, and he's doing everything in his power to get you to break.
"Baby, you're being too obvious they're gonna know." Eddie thrusts his hips harder, shaking the desk. A soft moan escapes your lips. You try to play it off and clear your throat. You can feel Eddie laughing behind you. His chest vibrated as he watched with amusement.
You're trying to so hard not make anything noticeable. The people listening have probably caught on by now, you're sure of it.
He leans forward to show you were to read.
"Here, baby." He pointed on the script laying in front of you.
"O-oh, right, my mistake." You swallow hard.
His cock hitting a new angle every time he bucks up. Your head felt dizzy. Your slick making a mess of him and you. You're getting so close to cuming. Your walls so sensitive as your boyfriends cock spreads you open.
You breathe out and read what's on the piece of paper in front of you.
"Focus." He whispered at you.
You nodded rapidly.
"The next song is by the band The Pixies called Here c-comes your man." You squealed that part out when Eddie's hand lifted up your ass and slammed you back down. He smashed his face in your back to cover up any grunts he might make.
He squirms around his chair, holding you tightly to his lap. He lifts you off him the moment he felt your pussy flutter on his thick cock. He knows he wont be able to resist fucking you. Eddie most definitely knows you won't be able to keep quiet much longer either. You whimpered, feeling empty. You were so close, and he didn't let you finish.
"Be a good girl and I'll let you cum later." Eddie struggles to tuck his cock back in his pants with a satisfied grin plastered on his face. There's an aching throb between your legs.
"Promise?" You sit back next him in your chair. Disappointment written all over your face.
"I promise." He pouted right back at you, sticking out his bottom lip.
There were many times Eddie did those things with you live on his show. One time you both almost got caught right in the middle of fucking when his boss was paying a visit. The room was a mess where he slung everything off his desk to lay you on top of it. The other time was when you accidentally hit the unmute button on his mic, and for about five minutes, Eddie's listeners got to hear you both going at it on his desk. The equipment rattling and wood creaking. You begging him to go faster. The sound of his hand slapping your ass from behind.
Yes, he was almost fired from there, too, but he got them more media attention, so he got stayed. His show became number one locally, and then a few years later, Nation Wide.
Eddie would interview big names he used to only dream about. From Ozzy to James Hetfield and so on. He had a personal feud with Howard Stern when Eddie called him out on his show. He absolutely loathed that man.
You and Eddie stayed together throughout it all and even moved in with one another after your graduation. You still worked as his assistant in his now much bigger studio. Everything was going very well for the two of you so far, and you can't wait to see what else the future holds.
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hhiii!! im thinking a lot about a jungkook ex & loml he would be so cute arrrghl
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(idolverse+fluff+smut) part of the prompt game pairing: idol!Jungkook x ex-gf! female reader genre: idolverse, Exes2L, fluff, smut warnings: references to a few good and bad milestones of BTS, allusion to oral (m. receiving), breakup, mentions of one (1) dating attempt of OC, mentions of 190811 JK because duh, Jungkook is a petty ex, various hair colours, Times Square JK, fluff, smut, theyâre both needy and desperate, big dick JK, possessiveness, dirty talk, bad language, face grabbing, mouth spitting, kind of dry humping but without clothes (?), slight dom!JK, babygirl, unprotected sex (you should all be old enough to know the consequences), slight breeding kink, hair pulling, love confessions, rough and desperate sex, a little bit of angst, Jungkook is a romantic, naked proposal, lmk if I forgot smth word count: 2.512
a/n: guess who got a bit carried away with this ask? THAT'D BE ME! đĽ¸
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You lived through it all. Through every storm and golden dawn alike, youâve walked beside himâJungkook, through the raw and uncertain trainee years, standing shoulder to shoulder when he made that long-awaited debut with your other friends, with the cheers of a scattered handful of ARMYs filling the gaps of an empty room. And youâalways there, even when unjustified criticism hit them like fists in the dark, when the suffocating shadows of hate and pushbacks tried to choke out their light. You were there when sleepless nights were a currency, and saesangs turned life into a nightmare not fit for the faint-hearted. You were there during all those late-night talks, when exhaustion and doubt dragged them to the brink of disbandment, and youâyou, held onto them with all the strength you had left.
You lived through it all. You walked this path with him, through the milestones of gloryâtheir first triumphant entrance on the Billboard 200, the moment they lent their voices to a UNICEF campaign, the awe that filled you as you stood in the last rows of that historic U.N. speech, watching them rise and rise as if they could never stop. You were there when the sold-out stadiums roared, when Jungkookâs nerves shook just before he walked onto that colossal stages, and in the quiet moments behind the curtains, you became his grounding, his releaseâyour lips open, throat pulsing around his dick as the world waited for him to sing.
Once, you believed, truly, that what you had was unbreakable, a love of once-in-a-lifetime, and you knewâ*knew*âthat Jungkook felt it too. It was there, lingering in every glance, every touch, every whispered word. And because, when the breaking point finally came, when one triumph followed another, when at long last, *finally*, the whole world, not just ARMY, recognised their worth, when the frantic pace of success nearly swallowed them whole, you made your decision. You walked awayânot out of lost love, no, never that. Love was still there, burning too fiercely for words. But you thought you were sparing him, thought you were freeing him from another tether, another weight pulling him down, when his focus should be solely on his dream, his passion. You thought, perhaps, you were doing the right thing, even despite the way his pleas and tears seared themselves into your memory, begged you to stay, haunting you even now, even when your eyes arenât closed.Â
Those days after the breakupâthey were bitter and coldânot easy, not for either of you. You saw him on screen, thriving, yes, but hurting in a way you knew all too well. The incident in November 2019âyour first and only date after the split, after Jungkook, when a stitch couldnât leave his mouth shut, reaching Jungkookâs ears, and suddenly his performance at the Lotte Family Concert became something else altogetherâsavage, fierce, almost a message to you, reverberating through the very core of your being. Something shifted the air back then, in him, in you, in the whole world.
You realised then, that Jungkook wasnât just an ex, but a petty one at that. You should have known better. One offhand comment in passing to his mother about his hairâhow you missed the look of it untouched by dye, lamenting that his soft, natural locks were lost beneath the constant colouringâand suddenly, every week he was colouring it anew, as though each hue was a small act of rebellion against you. The games continuedâthe thirst traps, the little taunts, even in every piece of merch he touched, designs you once dreamt up together in those hazy trainee years. You, lying beside him in the cramped dorm, building fragile sandcastles of what could be, of dreams yet unspoken. And now, those same castles crumbled as he used them to fuel his quiet, calculated rebellion.
And yet, somehow, it was still a surprise when the text arrived. Jungkook himself, inviting you to his surprise gig at Times Square. You hesitated, wrestling with your pride, your pain. But in the end, for old timesâ sake, you relentedâjust one last favour, you told yourself.
And now, here you stand. He had slipped out of the room just after you arrived, and you watch from the window as the world goes wild, Jungkook commanding the stage as effortlessly as he breathes. The ache within you deepens, the love, the longingâthey havenât dimmed in all those years, not even for a moment.
When he finally returns, still glistening with sweat, fresh from the exhilaration of the performance, his presence floods the room, the light he is piercing every fibre of your being.Â
"Hey," he breathes through his panting, that soft voice slipping through the air like a secret only you are meant to hear. He smiles, and the familiarity of it twists your gut in the worst way possible. He grabs and drowns a bottle of water in one go, his Adamâs apple bobbing in a way that sends your heart skipping, unbidden.
And you, standing there, trying to hold your composure as the man who once was yours invades your very senses. Every drop of sweat that trickles down his neck, every movement of his tattooed arms, every unspoken memory lingering in the air. You canât stop the surge of arousal, the way your body betrays you as your thighs press together, seeking some small relief from the tension he brings.
And when Jungkook motions for you to sit beside him on that small loveseat, your legs, weak and trembling, carry you there almost on instinct. His thigh brushes against yours as he sits down, the touch so achingly familiar it almost hurts too much to bear. You feel that old connection, sparking back to life with everything said, with everything kept in silence between you.
âI invited you here for a reason,â he murmurs, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, the sincerity in his gaze captivating your every thought. "I canât keep on going like this," he continues after a short pause, voice weighted with something deeper than exhaustion, something that seems to eat him alive.
You respond with a gentle push, instinctively deflecting, faking an easygoing happiness. "But you're doing so well, Jungkook. Your dreamâs finally yours. You canât walk away now."
âItâs not about that,â he replies, quieter now, as though his resolve softens in the space between your words.
Jungkook straightens, taking your hand, his inked fingers finding yours with that familiar tenderness, like all the lost days between you never happened. He strokes your soft skin, the gesture so achingly reminiscent of the way he used to hold you, back when the world somehow seemed simpler, back when the two of you were all you needed.
His voice deepens, the softness in his tone soothing like your very personal lullaby. "I canât live another day without you by my side."Â
His words shake your heart, each syllable removing the distance that time and hurt had created. Your eyes tremble, silver lining your lash line, as silence is everything that escapes your mouth.Â
Jungkook leans in, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. âI love you,â the confession rolling from his lips like something inevitable, as though it was always meant to be spoken, in the past, in this moment, and in every possible future. âI still love you, with everything I am. And I know you feel it too. Letâs not try againâweâre beyond that. I know weâre meant to be. Letâs just be together.â
Your lips quiver as the dam finally breaks, silent tears slipping down your cheeks. Thereâs no noise, no grand release, just a quiet cascade of everything youâve held in and pushed back for so long. And in that stillness, you finally find your voice, speaking every word out of the depth of your soul. âYes, Kook, please.â
Your lips crash into his with a force that makes your whole body tremble. You push him back with such ferocity that heâs not able to keep sitting upright, and before you know it, youâre climbing on top of him, his hands digging into your sides, pulling you closer, as though he could never have you close enough. His tongue teases along your lips, the cool metal of his lip piercings brushing your skin, sending another wave of hot arousal out of you. You open your mouth, letting him in. His taste is the sameâmint drops, just like all those years agoâand it awakens a hunger in you, a longing that has only grown more ravenous with time.
Your fingers tangle in his soft hair, pulling at it, at the black fabric of his dress shirt, ripping the buttons open as though the world outside doesnât exist. Jungkook is just as frenzied, stripping you of your clothes, his own following without a beat, the desperation between you highlighting, almost painful, as if trying to make up for all the lost time. Youâve seen him on screen, admired the way his body has changed, matured, but nothing could have prepared you for the reality of him. Jungkook looks like a greek god carved from marble, every muscle sculpted to perfection, and his cock stands proud, thick and throbbing like a prize waiting to be claimed.
âIâm never letting you go again,â he rasps, pulling you up with him, your legs wrapping around his tiny waist, your slick cunt brushing against him with each step he takes.
Jungkook carries you to the table nearby, lips never leaving yours, kissing you as though he might devour you, and as his mouth travels down your neck, over your collarbone, and to your breasts, as he sweeps everything off the table with a careless shove, lowering you onto it, you think you found euphoria just then.
âJungkook,â you moan, arching into him as his tongue flicks over your nipple, his hand pinching and twisting your other, his hips grinding against your dripping core with a raw need that nearly sends you spiralling right then and there.
âIâm going to chain you to me,â he growls against your skin. âGoing to fuck you until youâre too dumb to walk away again.â
âYes,â you whimper, as your body clenches and trembles, your release washing over you like a wave, too intense to hold back, the stimulation from his hands, his mouth, his cock rubbing against your slick folds just too overwhelming.
âFucking scream my name,â he demands, grabbing your face roughly, forcing your mouth open with his thumb and forefinger.
âJungkook,â you gasp, his cock sliding through your wetness as you come down from your high. You try to close your mouth, but he spits into it, his eyes dark with lust, watching you swallow with a mix of satisfaction and need.
âThatâs right, babygirl,â he smirks lazily. âIâm going to fuck you stupid now. Youâre still on birth control?â
âYes,â you manage to breathe, trembling as he grabs his cock, pumping it a few times before lining up with your entrance, clenching in anticipation.
âShame,â he growls, his words dripping with dark desire. âWould love to fuck a baby into you, show everyone who you belong to.â
His words make you moan, your body responding to the filthy promise in his voice. âOh, you like that, donât you, baby girl?â he grins.
He grabs a fistful of your hair, dragging your mouth to his as he thrusts into you, his cock filling you completely, stretching you in a way that brings a sharp, sweet pain, the kind of pain youâve been craving for years. You cry his name into his mouth, every inch of you vibrating with the sensation of him.
âFuck, I love you so much,â he groans. âYouâre the fucking love of my life.â His pace picks up, becoming relentless, his hips slamming into you, desperate to make up for all the years you were apart.
You drink him in, the sight of him so raw and beautifulâhis eyebrows drawn together, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back in ecstasy. His hands grip the back of your knees, pulling you towards him, keeping you close as he drives into you over and over, the rough surface of the table scraping your lower back. His balls and thighs slap against your ass with such force that you know youâll be bruised, but you welcome it. You embrace every desperate thrust, every rough touch, pouring all of yourself into this moment.
âFuck, Jungkook, Iâm coming,â you cry out, gripping his arms for support, feeling yourself unravel under the intensity of it all.
âFucking come for me! Cream my cock like youâre made for it.â
His words send you over the edge, your body shattering into a million stars, as brilliant and infinite as the ones that glimmer in Jungkookâs eyes when he looks down at you. And you know, in that moment, that youâre home. Truly home, where everything makes sense.
Your cunt clenches around him, and thatâs all it takes to push him into his own release. He lets out a deep, guttural groan, his body buckling over you as he empties himself inside you, his breath mingling with yours, his heart pounding against your chest, both of you lost in the blissful haze of it all.
You stroke the back of his head tenderly, feeling his racing heartbeat gradually slow, matching the rhythm of your own.
When you both finally come down from the high, you lock eyes. His boyish smile spreads across his face, just like it did all those years ago, and you canât help but mirror it.
âChain me to you, hm?â you tease, your eyes gleaming with playful mischief. âThatâs not the romantic Jungkook I know.â
A blush creeps up his cheeks and ears as he pulls out of you, grabbing the discarded tissue box from the floor to clean you both up without saying a word. But you notice the growing tension in his body, the slight shift in his demeanour, and a flicker of unease stirs in you.
âKook?â you ask carefully, but he only glances at you briefly before turning to his duffel bag in the corner of the room, rummaging through it.
When he turns back around, your heart plummets to the floor. Itâs not fear or worry that seizes you, but the overwhelming brightness of joy, happiness so intense it almost paralyses you.
âIâve carried this with me since our first stadium tour,â he says softly, stepping closer. âBut I was always too scared I wasnât enough.â
He kneels before you, still naked, and you donât allow yourself to breathe, to blink. â___, will you do me the honour of marrying me?â
Tears stream from your eyes once more, and you nod, unable to speak for a moment, your heart bursting like a confetti gun with every emotion under the sun. Finally, you whisper, âYes,â and kiss him, knowing without a doubt that heâs the one. Always was, always will.
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