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caraphernellie · 3 months

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build god, then we’ll talk // e.w.

a/n: preacher!ellie part 2!! yay! once again heavily mcr inspired lol, also mm a fever you can't sweat out aka the best p!atd album. i got super freaked out because this accidentally posted a few days ago and i dont even know why what the actual fuck. im super nervous about this one. this one is significantly worse than the first and if i wasnt already before writing this i certainly now am never seeing the pearly gates. AGAIN IF THIS ISNT UR THING DONT READ

read part one here!!

word count: 2.6k

warnings: preacher!ellie , christian!reader . some random bitch named paisleigh i tried to go for names karen would pick. fem!reader , dom!ellie , sub!reader . rough sex . church sex they are in the church please dont be mad at me LMFAOOOO . oral (e!receiving) , inappropriate use of holy water?? lol. established relationship (secret lovers). internalised homophobia + religious trauma , mean!ellie , she’s mostly very nice , just punishing reader and suuuuper clouded by internalised homophobia. degrading/slight humiliation kink , corruption kink if you squint , dacryphilia , spanking (r!receiving) , fingering (r!receiving) , hair pulling. dialogue heavy tbh ,, . use of the word whore. use of pet names : angel , sweet girl , good girl.

towards the back of the church, you sit next to ellie during the evening service. her warm palm covers most of your thigh, thumb rubbing gentle circles into your skin. it’s secret moments shared in plain sight that get you going, that make your heart flutter and knees weak.

it’s moments like these that increase the doubts you are having about your faith – not like ellie knows, and absolutely not like you would ever tell her. she is your lover, and you have trusted her with so much, but she could never understand this. she’s dedicated her life to the church like it’s her purpose, and you’re haunted by it.

so even as you feel yourself losing sight of the need for salvation, and as you find that you can only feel happy and free once you let go of religion, you will sit through every mass. you will pray with her. you will continue to live this hidden, shameful life, living with the knowledge that nobody else would approve of the way you love ellie.

and it gets difficult, hiding it. you’ve lived in fear, hiding the secret of your sexuality for so long, but ellie’s warmth and her gentle touch is something you wish you could show off.

the service ends, and ellie stays back as she often does to talk to anyone who needs her guidance. you sit and wait for her in the pews, growing impatient, and growing guilty as your thoughts run wild and you realise what an apostate you have become.

you fidget in your seat, antsy and itching for ellie to come back to you, so you’ll be alone once more, and free to feel her touch and her kiss that you so desperately crave. but she’s having a chat with her neighbour paisleigh, of course, who is asking ellie with some not-so-subtle judgement when she’s going to settle down to become a typical housewife. you scoff at such an idea.

ellie? settling down with a man? that’s laughable.

but watching her talk with paisleigh, the way her chapped lips move and the moonlight shining through a stained glass window hits her eyes, you need that kiss more than ever.

almost on autopilot, you trail towards ellie, standing beside her with a blank face.

she interrupts paisleigh for a moment, turning to you, there’s always that undeniable look of adoration in her eyes, how she always tries to make time for you, and be attentive towards you, and it curls the corners of your lips upwards.

“you alright?” ellie asks, quirking a brow in your direction, “somethin’ wrong or you’re just bored?”

and you realise you’re actually not sure why you came up to ellie – or, you do know, but it’s not something you could ask right now. so you just grab her hand instead of replying, and ellie’s gaze hardens. in an attempt to appear professional, she squeezes your hand before dropping it.

“is something wrong?”

“uh…”

paisleigh utters something under her breath, something that sounds a little mean, before she speaks up. “i should get going. i will see you tomorrow.”

“for sure,” ellie nods, smiling. “see you.”

and ellie doesn’t even spare you a glance, waiting until paisleigh exits the church. you’re alone, the church is empty, and it’s so silent you could hear a pin drop.

at this point, it’s a matter of who will break the silence, but ellie beats you to it. you know she’s not happy – she’s always bitching the second you come close to even subtly showing love to her when someone else is around.

“jealous or something?” ellie says, crossing her arms. she leans against a pew, crossing her ankles. “couldn’t handle hearin’ about me possibly settling down? or were you just in the mood to get us caught?”

“ellie, it’s not like that, i just–”

“then what was it like?” ellie challenges, raising her eyebrows. she’s got a real mean streak, and it only comes out when she wants to protect you.

“it was- j-just– i just wanted to be close,” you mutter, looking down, a newfound meekness in your tone, “it was just me holding your hand, i–”

“and if someone takes you holding my hand the wrong way, then what? hm? you’re willing to lose everything just to hold my hand? what, you’re that desperate for some attention?”

“i wasn’t thinking, i just–”

you don’t know when ellie got so close to you, but her hand grabs your chin and lifts your face so she can stare into your eyes. there’s not much of anger there. you know what it is, it’s her own internal struggle, that she’s only taking out on you because she saw an opportunity.

“not thinking, huh?” ellie snorts, then caresses your cheek, a far cry from the callous tone she’s giving you. “poor girl, wanted me so bad, is that it?”

your lips are sealed, a doe look in your eyes that makes ellie smirk.

“talk. you wanted me, hm? use your words.”

“i just wanted a kiss,” you say quietly, “or at the very least, j-just a hug.”

“awe,” ellie croons, pulling you close. her heart isn’t calm like usual and you can hear it, the harboured speed she gained in fear of your secret being revealed. she’s warm as ever, her hands on your waistline and chin resting on your shoulder. “well here’s your hug, angel. but you know what i think?”

“...what?”

“you’ve forgotten where the fuck we are.”

ellie pulls away from you, and shoves you in the direction of the altar, causing you to gasp and catch yourself with your arms on the white table.

“we are in a place of worship. in the house of god, sweet girl, do you know what god thinks of people like us?”

you look down at your hands. “we’re… sinners.”

“that’s right,” ellie hums in approval. she ends up behind you, a hand gripping your throat to pull your back against her chest. “we’re sinners. and you went as far as to want me, to be thinking these kinds of thoughts during our service, in which we are to honour him. if you’re that much of a whore, i’ll give you what you want right here, right now.”

you splutter, quick shock taking over completely. “i- wha- here? in church? ellie, y- we can’t, this isn’t priv–”

“nobody’s watching,” ellie murmurs into your ear, leaving a kiss right where your shoulder meets your neck. “nobody except god himself. so why don’t i teach you a little lesson, show god how sorry you are?”

oh.

“i…”

ellie’s hand slides down your neck and to your back, pushing, pushing, until you’re bent over the altar. she tugs at the hem of your dress with one hand, the other trailing up the back of your thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake like little electric sparks.

“let this punishment be our prayer. our repentance,” ellie suggests, holding your dress up. a finger traces slowly over the outline of your panties, such a feather light touch you almost don’t feel it, until she’s tugging them down and letting them pool on the floor over your mary janes. “remind me, what are we?”

you’re preoccupied, trembling over the altar and mulling over in your mind the way the air brushes against the heat in your cunt.

preoccupied, until there’s a stinging pain spreading over your ass, and a slap echoing through the empty church, followed by your own yelp.

“i said,” ellie speaks through gritted teeth, repeating herself, “what are we?”

“sinners,” you answer, voice wavering. “so sorry, i– ah!”

another spank, right on the other ass cheek this time. ellie chuckles, her large hands kneading over soft skin to soothe the sting of it.

“we are sinners, and we always beg for forgiveness, don’t we, my angel? so how dare you–” the word dare is punctuated by another spank over the middle of your ass. “-think something so sinful in a time where we are supposed to be holy?"

a pathetic mewl whines past your lips and you tremble even more, “i’m sorry, ellie, but the–”

“don’t be apologising to me,” ellie says, chuckling. she cups your cheeks in her hands from behind, tilting your head up. your eyes focus on the large wooden crucifix hanging on the back wall of the cathedral. “apologise to him.”

“oh,” you whisper, the heat of embarrassment bubbling inside your stomach, rising to your face. “yes. of course.”

ellie’s face appears beside you, a soft kiss pressing against your shoulderblade. “i love you,” she whispers, and she loses sight of herself for a moment – forgetting where her values are, forgetting her internal battles for just a moment to show you something tender, a warning, a reminder that she is playing.

and just when you think the harsher treatment is over, she gives you this short warning that almost doesn’t register in your mind. she slaps your cunt, and she laughs at the way you buck your hips away from her hand.

“this is not going to be gentle. you didn't think your punishment was over, did you?” ellie teases, two fingers spreading open the soaking folds, gathering creamy slick over the pads of her digits. she lives for every reaction you have, every shudder and every little gasp. “tell me, sweet girl, what happens if you sin?”

“y-you’re damned,” you reply, trying to focus your gaze over the cross, and your back arches when two of ellie’s fingers slowly slide inside. “damned to hell.”

“yes,” ellie answers, an audible strain in her voice, where she grits her teeth over the feeling of your walls clenching around her long digits. “and is there a way to save yourself?”

“by… oh, el– by looking to god,” you say. your voice is barely above a whisper, but ellie nods anyway, slowly beginning to move her fingers. “and by apologising, a-and seeking forgiveness from the lord, and y-you can be absolved of s– ffuck.”

ellie is hardly listening to your answer at this point. you can’t see her, but if you could, the look on her face would be tantalising enough. lip pulled between her teeth, thick brows burrowed over narrowed eyes as she watches her fingers coat with your wetness.

“you’re right,” ellie whispers, flitting her gaze up to the back of your head again. “so what are you gonna say now, angel? do you want to be an angel? or keep being a whore?”

“i-i’m sorry, lord,” you plead, a moan choking out as ellie speeds up her pace, thrusting in your pussy, squelching, wet sounds echoing in the church and increasing your embarrassment. “please f-forgive me, for disrespecting you, in a t-time meant for w– ellie!”

the shriek comes as ellie’s free hand spanks your ass again, and she growls, “now apologise for both of us. like we always do.”

you nod, panting softly, but there aren’t many words coming to mind at the moment. think, think, we pray every time. this shouldn’t be hard.

ellie’s fingers slide in and out of you, and she smirks when she feels your clench around her again. the pace is so fast you can’t keep up, and her fingers pound so roughly it almost burns. a knot builds in your stomach, tears in your eyes.

pulled out of your daze, ellie rips a cry out of you as she grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs your head upwards to look at the cross after noticing your head fall. she keeps her grip tight. a hot tear slides down your cheek.

“aw, angel, this shouldn’t be hard,” ellie coos, almost as though she read your mind. “are you sorry?”

“yes, yes,” you whine, hands holding onto the edge of the altar for stability. “please, oh f-fuck, ellie.”

“please? please what, angel?” ellie asks, smirking. “you’re not cumming until you can show god you’re sorry for this.”

“i’m sorry!” you cry, a tear or two dripping onto the white tablecloth on the altar. “please, lord, f-forgive us, we have- are sinning, again, a-and- ahh, mmff,..”

ellie almost rolls her eyes, a large grin on her face that she can’t wipe off for the life of her – you can’t get a full sentence out, and she’s proud.

“please guide us, and p– protect us from future error,” you continue, “thank you for your f-forgiveness.”

“good,” ellie murmurs, easing up some of her relentless pace only to make you more comfortable, “keep cryin’, maybe your tears’ll convince someone to believe you.”

you can’t bother to reply, though ellie’s finally, for once, acknowledged how unapologetic you both are. not sorry, just guilty.

“el– ellie, i’m going to– mm, right, yea, like that please-”

ellie releases her grip on your hair, and hooks a strong arm around you. she laughs as your cunt twitches when her hand begins rubbing at your puffy clit, now with nothing on her mind but the goal of making you cum.

it doesn’t take long after that. a cord in your stomach snaps, unravelling as you shake and tremble and jitter, loud, lewd moans filling the silence of the empty church.

pulling away, leaving your wrecked hole empty, her fingers poke at your lips. as you still come down from such intensity, ellie lets you lean against her while your lips part and take her fingers in, sucking the slick off of them.

“good girl,” ellie whispers, her other hand smoothing your dress down and patting your ass. “you’ll make a perfect angel, so obedient like that.”

you hum around ellie’s fingers, hands lazily grabbing at her wrist, half lidded eyes trained on the veins in her hand.

“i need you to do one more thing for me, can you do that?” ellie asks, taking her fingers out of your mouth. she kisses the corner of your lips, and then grips your shoulders, beginning to push you down. “kneel.”

glassy eyes peering up at ellie, tear stained cheeks and a small pout on your lips, she grunts and reaches for her belt. “ah, fuck...”

she’s ruined you.

unzipping her pants, ellie takes down both the slacks and her grey boxers at once. there’s no time to process anything before she’s got a hand on the back of your head, gently prompting you to move closer, enticing you towards her messy cunt.

ellie looks down at you, huffing a breath out of her nose when she meets your eyes. “c’mere, angel, let me mess up that pretty face even more. just– aw, shit, uh-huh.”

your nose tickled by auburn bush, you press your face against her and flick your tongue out, lapping over her clit. the memory of your dwindling faith is hazy in this moment, nothing but ellie’s moans and taste filling your senses.

“that’s it,” ellie praises, leaning back against the altar to keep herself from growing weak. her hand begins to move your head, and you almost can’t keep up with it. “just so– mmm, ffuck yeah, shit, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

hands folded in your lap, there isn’t much you can do but take this, especially when ellie begins rutting her hips towards you. lips and tongue melting between thrusts and the hand moving you up and down, meeting ellie’s pulsing cunt, tasting her essence.

“sh– fuck,” ellie grunts, staring down at you, pretty green eyes jaded in pleasure, bushy brows knit together, and chapped lips groaning explicit praise while she teeters on the edge of orgasm.

“so, so, nnng, s-so fucking good, that’s my girl.”

your desperate whimpers vibrating through ellie’s core are what does it. she fucks her pussy against your face with a guttural moan, head tipped back in pleasure.

and when it’s all over, she lifts you to your feet, redresses herself. chuckling at the sight of your wrecked face, lips and chin covered in spit and slick, ellie kisses you with the gentlest affection.

“good girl, you handled that so well. hm, shit, you’re messy.”

looking for something to clean you off with, the only thing ellie can find around is holy water. smirking, she pours some onto her hands, and massages it over your face.

“amen,” she whispers, nodding her head.

and ellie’s smile grows genuine when half lidded eyes meet her own, and you bow your head.

“amen.”

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i may consider a part 3 let me know if you want it :) it would be fluffier 😭 maybe they'd leave the church? mybe consummating a marriage iywim... hmm...

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jayybugg · 4 months

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church

Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader Based on the song Church by Chase Atlantic

Summary: You and Enzo are in an endless, toxic cycle.

Warnings: Language, Slight Time Skips, Jealous, Toxic Enzo, Smut (18+), No specific house mentioned, Cheating, Use of Y/N.

Word Count: 2.6K

Music:

Note: HI soooo here's another fic based on a song. Hope you guys enjoy it! Again, thank you @pizzaapeteer for proofreading and @cafekitsune for the banner. ENJOY!

You’re wearing nothing but my t-shirt,

Call me shallow but I’m only getting deeper, yeah

Stay on the ground until your knees hurt

No more praying, baby, I’ma be your preacher

You stood in front of Enzo’s mirror, fixing your hair and make-up. You wore only his quidditch jumper, completely bare underneath. Not even underwear. Enzo watched you intensely as you dolled yourself up.

“What are you doing?” Enzo asked. Your eyes met his in the mirror, a smirk curving onto your lips. “I’m getting ready for my date, of course.”

Enzo’s eyes narrowed, searching your face for any bluff. He didn’t see any, just confidence and determination. He stood up and walked over to you, standing behind you in the mirror. He twirled a piece of your hair around his finger before sliding his hand up to your roots. Before you could react, Enzo was gripping your hair and yanking your head back to look at him.

“Going on a date? After I just railed you into my mattress for the last hour? Are you that desperate for attention?” Enzo said, his voice dripping with insult, he frowns at the smile growing on your face.

“Last time I checked, I was single.” You laughed, “Shouldn’t you be cleaning up your dorm before your girlfriend gets here?”

Enzo releases your hair, spinning you around to look at him. His hands cup the sides of your face, clasping your jaw. “Is that what this is about? Are you jealous, Y/N?”

You scoffed at Enzo’s question. Of course, you were jealous. You were the “other woman”, and you hated it. You were possessive and wanted him to yourself, but his stupid girlfriend was always there. Were you going to tell Enzo that? Absolutely not. He didn’t need his ego inflated more than it already was.

“Get over yourself, Berkshire.” You rolled your eyes. You attempted to pull away from him, but he wrapped his right hand around your neck, keeping you close. “Don’t fuck with me, sweetheart. You’re mine and you know that.”

“I’m not-”

Enzo pushed you to your knees, keeping his grip on your neck. “Shut the fuck up. You want to go on a date? Fine, but I’m going to keep that pretty mouth of yours occupied until it’s time for you to leave.” Enzo muttered, “Open your mouth.”

You looked up at Enzo, squeezing your thighs together. You opened your mouth slowly as Enzo pulled down his boxers. He wasted no time shoving himself into your mouth. He held your head in place, gripping your hair as he used your throat as he pleased. Your knees dug deep into the floor as tears flooded your eyes, but you cared little about the pain.

And I’ll keep leading you on

If you keep leading me into your room

The drinks are all gone

But that’s fine, baby, so am I

Your blood boiled as you watched Enzo whisper into his girlfriend’s ear. It pissed you off how she giggled and clung to him. Your heart was pounding louder in your chest than the music that boomed through the Slytherin common room. The party was in full swing, but you stood in a corner, too occupied with your anger to enjoy it. Maybe your anger came from your own stupidity. Maybe you weren’t angry at Enzo or his girlfriend, maybe you were truly angry at yourself.

You scoff as you watch Enzo's hands roam the girl’s body. That was all you needed to see before you downed the rest of your drink and marched over to the dancefloor. You didn’t need Enzo. You could get any boy at this party because you were fucking hot. You knew that, Enzo knew that, everyone knew that.

This included Enzo’s friends.

You spotted Draco’s blonde hair easily as you weaved through the crowd. You knew Draco had a small crush on you. He was a little too prideful and shy to ever actually admit it, but it was obvious from the way he stared at you whenever you came around him.

“Malfoy.” You called for him. Draco turned, his eyes low and red. He must've just got back from a “walk” with Mattheo and Theo. “Y/N.” His eyes scanned your body before finding their way back to your face. “You look good.”

“Don’t I always look good?” You teased, pushing your body up against him. Draco’s eyes traveled to your breast before chuckling. “You do.”

You could feel eyes burning into your back as you talked to Draco. It was a no-brainer as to who it was. Smirking, you grabbed Draco’s hand. “Dance with me.”

Draco didn’t protest. He downed the rest of his drink, throwing the cup away before following you to the floor. You grinded against him as his hands roamed your body. His hands found their way to your ass, giving it a light squeeze.

Your eyes found Enzo again. His gaze was focused on you, ignoring whatever his girlfriend was saying in his ear. “Bathroom. Now.” He mouthed to you.

You clenched your thighs together, taking a deep breath. “I’ll be right back, Dray.”

You didn’t wait for his response as you rushed to the bathroom. You shut the bathroom door, locking it swiftly. It didn’t take long for you to hear three rapid knocks; you unlocked the door and Enzo slid in, locking the door behind him. His eyes were ablaze as he glared down at you.

“What the fuck was that?” He asked.

“What are you talking about?” You tilted your head in fake confusion. Enzo scoffed, walking closer to you. You took a step back, your back hitting the wall.

“Don’t act stupid, love.” He growled, “Is this because I was spending time with my girlfriend? Are you angry?”

Enzo’s voice was mocking. He was belittling you.

“You know what? Yes, I am angry. I’m angry because you treat me like shit. Like I don’t matter but then you do shit like this. You’re possessive and overprotective, you’re leading me on.” You sneered at him, fed up. The liquor in your body was spilling the feelings that you so desperately were trying to keep back.

“Of course, I’m leading you on. As long as I get to have you, I’ll do anything to keep you.”

Enzo’s lips pressed against yours before you could think about anything to say. Your mind blanked as he slipped, his tongue passed your lips and his hand slid up your dress.

Pulling away slightly, he mumbled against your lips, “You’re mine, Y/N. Don’t ever forget that.”

I’m about to take you back to church (back to church, baby)

Well, tell me your confessions, baby, what’s the worst? (yeah, what’s the worst?)

Baptize in your thighs ‘til it hurts (you know it hurts)

‘Cause I’m about to take you back to church (oh, yeah)

You were tucked away in the corner of the library, reading a book. The library was empty as you had skipped your last two classes to go to your hideaway spot. Your legs were tucked under you, causing your skirt to rise as you immersed yourself in your book.

The book had captivated your attention, the world uned out to you. So tuned out that you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps that approached your corner.

Enzo leaned against a bookshelf, eyeing you.“So, this is what you’re doing instead of attending class.”

You jumped, looking up frantically. You clutched your chest, glaring at Enzo while he smirked at you. “What the hell is wrong with you?! You scared the shit out of me.” You said breathlessly.

“Maybe if you weren’t so absorbed in that book, you would’ve heard me coming.” Enzo shrugged. “Why are you skipping class?”

“Why does it matter?” You snapped at him, “You’re not my keeper.”

Enzo raised his eyebrow at you, walking closer. “Cut the attitude, Y/N.”

“Or what? Who are you going to run and tell on me to? Snape? McGonagall? Oh, oh, oh! Maybe your girlfriend?” You smile sarcastically, rolling your eyes at his threat.

Was it petty of you to keep bringing up his relationship? Yes, but you didn’t care. Pettiness was the least of your worries.

“What did I tell you about mentioning her?” Enzo muttered, standing in front of you.

“I don’t care. I’m not going to stop bringing her up just because you can’t handle reality.”

Enzo huffed, bending down to your level. His hands ran up your bare legs until they hit the hem of your skirt. Your breath hitched as the movement stopped there, but his fingers fiddled with the skirt. “Maybe I need to give you a reminder.”

“A reminder?” You whispered.

“Yeah. A reminder that she doesn’t matter.” Enzo pushed your skirt back. “A reminder that you belong to me.” He rubbed his thumb across your clothed clit. “A reminder for you to remember your place.” He blew softly on your pussy, grinning at the wetness forming.

“E-Enzo……”

Enzo shushed you, pushing your underwear aside. His arms hooked around your thighs, pulling your pussy closer to his face. Enzo took one long lick, his eyes focused on you. He watched as your eyes fluttered closed and your breaths became quicker.

“You should…We should really stop this.” You struggled to get the sentence out as you looked down at him.

Enzo kept his eyes on you, taking another long lick before sucking softly at your clit. You let out a strangled moan, your hand flying to your mouth to conceal what was happening.

“Tell me to stop and I will, sweetheart.” Enzo said, “Or tell me how much you want me to keep going, and I’ll make you cum right here, right now.”

You cursed yourself internally for being so weak. So pathetic.

“Please…... Make me cum, Enzo.”

He grinned, diving straight into your pussy. He was sucking and licking you like a starved man. His arms pinned your bottom half down, holding you in place. Slipping two fingers in as he sucks your clit sends waves through your body. You threw your head back, your skirt scrunching at your waist. Your eyes were closed with your lips parted slightly. Lines formed on your forehead as you desperately tried to conceal and control your moans. A sense of pride surged through him. He was the only one that got to see you like this. He was the only one who could make you feel this good.

Only him. And he planned on keeping it that way.

Even if that means fighting every guy you talk to or repeatedly having to pull you into broom closets whenever your jealousy of his girlfriend takes over. He was willing to do that.

I’ll keep you open until the sunset

Speaking in tongues, yeah, we ain’t done yet, yeah

Don’t take my verses out of context (yeah)

I know it’s weighing on your conscience

You sat in the back of Potions, your head angled down to your table. Memories of you and Enzo flooded your mind as if someone was performing legilimency on you.

You were avoiding Enzo. Anything that you thought he might attend, you avoided.

Eating in the Great Hall? You ate in your dorm.

Going to quidditch games? You spent time in the library.

Hanging out in the hallways? You took shortcuts.

You weren't doing this because you felt guilty about his girlfriend. You didn’t care about her. You were tired of feeling as if you weren’t enough. Tired of feeling like you were just some toy to him.

You had successfully avoided him for another day. You stepped out of the shower, wrapping your towel around your body. Stepping out of the bathroom, you made your way to your closet. You were too busy digging around for your pajamas to notice Enzo’s tall frame staring at you from your desk.

“Have you lost your mind?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin as you turned around at his voice. “Oh, for Merlin’s sake! What the hell are you doing in here?” You asked, eyeing him.

“Where the hell have you been?”

You rolled your eyes, fixing your posture. “I’ve been around. Why?”

“I’ve been looking for you.”

You hated the way your heart soared hearing that. He was looking for you? Did that mean that he cared?

“Well, you’ve found me so you can leave now.” You said, tightening the towel around yourself.

“Why?”

You looked at Enzo, tilting your head. “Why what?”

“Y/N. Don’t act stupid with me.” Enzo glared, “Why have you been avoiding me?”

You took a deep breath as you looked at Enzo. “I’m done, Enzo.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” You said, “I’m done with the sneaking around. I’m done with the secrets. I’m done with not being enough.”

Enzo stood up, his jaw clenched as he took long strides towards you. You took a step back, your eyes tracing every part of his face. He looked angry as if he was only seeing red at this very moment.

“You aren’t done. We aren’t done.” Enzo gritted out.

“Wha-”

His hand found its way around your neck, pushing you into the wall behind you. His mouth was on yours, keeping you close as he controlled the kiss. He squeezed your neck lightly causing a gasp to slip out of you. Enzo used that to slip his tongue in your mouth.

The kiss was filled with desperation, lust, and need. His tongue was exploring you as if he had never tasted you before. As if he was scared that he was about to lose you. Enzo’s free hand tugged at your towel. Your grip tightened on it causing Enzo to grunt in disapproval.

He pulled away, his eyes dark with lust. “Drop the fucking towel, Y/N.”

You felt need and want grow in you as you clenched your thighs together at the command. The lack of response seems to send Enzo over the edge.

“So, you want to be a brat, huh?” He said, his grip on your neck getting tighter.

“No, I-”

Enzo yanked the towel out of your grip. The piece of fabric hit the ground leaving you exposed to Enzo. You whimpered at the cold air that hit your body. Enzo cupped one of your breasts, rolling your hardened nipple between his fingers.

“You’re not done. We will never be done, Y/N. Get that through your fucking head.” Enzo said, “You’re mine. Not anyone else’s, do you understand me?”

You nodded gingerly but Enzo narrowed his eyes at you. “Use your words, baby girl. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” You said, “I understand.”

Enzo grabbed your hand, placing it on the dent in his pants. “Do you see what you do to me? Nobody and I mean, nobody can do that.”

“Not even your girlfriend?” You quipped, almost regretting your question.

Enzo smirked at the question, “Not even her.”

Enzo pulled you towards your window, yanking your curtains open. You raised your eyebrows, looking over at him. “What are you doing?”

Enzo didn’t answer the question, picking you up and pushing your back up against the cold glass. You yelped at the feeling of his hands spreading your legs and dipping two fingers into your pussy.

“If anyone looks up, Enzo, they can see fully what we’re doing.”

“That’s the point. Let everyone, including my girlfriend, see. Let them all know that you’re mine.”

You heard the sound of his pants hitting the ground. Enzo teased your entrance with his tip, smirking at the small whimpers that fell from your mouth.

“Please.” You pleaded. Enzo continued to tease you, slicking his dick with your wetness. “Please what? Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Please fuck me against this window. I’m begging.”

Enzo chuckled, sliding into you slowly. You both moaned at the feeling, Enzo’s hands gripped your hips. “So good. You take me so well, baby.” Enzo whispered in your ear.

Enzo started thrusting at a relentless pace, holding you up so he could dive into you however he wanted. “Fuck, Enzo…. Oh fuck.” You moaned, your hand gripping your back. Your nails were digging into his back, the harder he fucked you.

It didn’t take long for that feeling to well up deep within you. Your legs were shaking, and tears were pricking your eyes. “I-I’m about to cum. Enzo!”

“You wanna cum, baby?” He whispered in your ear, “Be a good girl and cum all over me.”

You let out a strangled moan as your legs tightened around him. “I’m about to cum, too. Deep inside you. Come on, let it all out for me.”

Enzo’s thrusts became sloppier and slower as you both came together. Enzo let you down slowly, chuckling at your inability to walk. He bent down to your level, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

“You’re mine. Forever.”

You nodded slowly, a smile finding its way to your face. “Forever.”

#enzo berkshire #slytherin boys #theodore nott #harry potter #draco malfoy #smut #enzo berkshire x reader #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #mattheo riddle #blaise zabini #Spotify

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bitterpotionn · 8 months

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Johnny Slaughter - Thoroughfare

This is kind of a long one. I based a lot of elements on my favorite Ethel Cain song, Thoroughfare. Listen to her album, Preachers Daughter if you ever get a chance. It's actually life-changing.

I consider this fic a bit of a prequel to "Dirt Road" but you don't have to read that one to understand this one.

As always any feedback or constructive criticism is welcome! I am so thankful for all the love on "Dirt Road", I hope you all like this one as well!

Warnings: Dub-con, unsafe sex, car sex (again), Johnny is manipulative and mean, light fluff, neck grabbing, unhealthy dynamics, smoking, name-calling, Johnny is possessive, light slapping

She walked down the near-vacant streets of an old Texas town. Her feet ached as she made her way down the cracked sidewalk. The air around her was stale and unmoving, no breeze, nothing to cool her down from the blistering heat of the Texas sun. She kept her head down, counting each of her steps. Well, she attempted to, but she always messed up around the 1000 mark and had to restart. Her brown satchel bag draped over her shoulder seemed to get heavier with each step she took.

After a while of walking, she spotted an old gas station on the outskirts of the small town. It was nothing special, only having two pumps outside, with a garage attached to the side of the shop. Only one car was at the pump, an old white pickup truck. She tried to quicken her pace, eager to reach a resting point. Once there, she entered the small shop and browsed around, looking for a cheap snack that could last her a couple of hours. She walked up to the counter and was greeted by the toothy smile of an old man.

"This it for ya hun?" he asked picking up the snickers bar she placed gently on the counter.

"Yes sir, that's all" she spoke softly. He raised an eyebrow, examining her rugged appearance. "Well that'll be 20 cents"

She gave him a nod and started rummaging through her satchel, counting out the small amount of money she had on the counter. "Here's 20..." she muttered pushing the two dimes toward him.

He gave her a frown and took the change. He rung her up, before handing her the Snickers bar he turned and grabbed a bottle of water. He pushed both items towards her. "You be safe out there alright? Dangerous out there for a young woman alone" he said giving her a small smile.

She smiled back at him, noticing his small act of kindness through the bottle of water. "Thank you sir, I'll be okay" she said simply before turning and walking out of the store, the ring of the welcome bell behind her.

Leaning against his white truck a man watched her as she walked out. His eyes narrowed as he studied her. Her clothes were dirty and worn. Her hair was unkempt. A thin layer of sweat reflected off of her skin. He bit down on his lip, feeling a small pulse in his stomach.

She didn't even notice the man as she continued down the road. Opening the Snickers bar and devouring it in a couple of bites. She took a long sip of the water, before putting the rest of it in her bag. Back to counting steps.

Behind her, she could hear the roaring of a vehicle approaching her. She paid it no mind as she continued walking. She didn't take notice until it slowed down right beside her, the passenger side window creaking open. She turned to look, noticing the white truck from the gas station. She stopped and looked into the window, where she spotted him.

He was leaning towards his passenger side window to get a better look at her. A smirk adorned his sharp features. Thick brown hair framed his face, he couldn't be much older than her. She noted a scar running down the right side of his face. He quickly snapped her out of her staring.

"Hey there, where you headin'" his accent was thick and his voice deep.

She shook her head and began walking slowly "Nowhere, I don't need a ride" she said curtly, continuing on her path. The man didn't let up though, his truck matched her speed as he continued staring at her.

"Hey now, don't run off. You look rough, you sure you don't need a ride?" he asked, the same smirk adorning his face. She couldn't quite decipher it. Sure he was handsome, but something about him felt...off.

She looked down at her aching feet, noticing small streaks of blood, she's been walking forever. A ride might be nice right? She turned back toward him and nodded "Alright"

He stopped the truck fully and put it in park, he leaned over and opened the door for her. She looked behind her, hesitating for a moment. She didn't necessarily want to just hop into a stranger's car, but she was exhausted. His truck sure did beat walking though. So without a word, she hopped into the passenger seat of his car.

"There ya go, darlin'" he said as he leaned back, looking at her intently. "So where you headin' off to all by yourself?"

"I...no where in particular. I guess I'm just tryin' getaway. Ya know?" she said turning her head to meet his intense stare. He gave her a knowing nod, all while smirking wide. "Do you live around here?" she asked.

He shook his head and leaned back a bit. "No ma'am, I guess I'm trying to get away too. I've been away from home for a while now" he started back up his truck again "If your heading nowhere in particular, you care to join me?"

"On your road to self-discovery?" she joked leaning her head back onto the seat, breathing out a sigh of relief when she was finally able to rest her head.

"Somethin' like that" he shifted the car back into gear and took off down the road. "Maybe we can find what we're searching for together hm?" he chuckled. She turned and stared at him, he was smiling. Wide.

The smooth material of the seat stuck uncomfortably to her sweaty thighs. She kept shifting every so often, trying to avoid getting a rash. The diner was lit by the warm glow of wooden pendant lights hanging above every table. At this time of night it was nearly vacant. The only other person was an older man seated on the other side of the diner at the bar, working on his fifth beer of the night.

Johnny sat across her on the other side of the worn vinyl table. He was leaned back, legs spread and eyes focused as he read over the menu. She sipped from her vanilla milkshake, staring at him. Admiring the way his eyebrows furrowed when he was thinking hard about something.

"You folks ready to order?" the voice of an older woman broke her out of her thoughts.

He grunted and set the menu down. "We'll both have the pancakes" He gave the older woman a smile and handed her the menus. She nodded and wrote down the order in her small notebook. "I'll get that in for y'all all" the old woman walked away and out of sight into the small kitchen.

Johnny crossed his arms and looked over at the girl sitting across from him. "Let me try that" he grabbed the milkshake and took a large sip of it. "Hey! I was drinkin' that" she pouted reaching her hand out to retrieve it from him.

"I'm payin' for it" he joked giving her a playful grin. He handed it back to her, the milkshake was now half gone. "Yeah yeah" she mumbled now guarding the milkshake.

They walked hand in hand out of the diner. "Thank you for payin' for dinner these last couple weeks, I really do appreciate it" she said squeezing his hand. "Don't mention it darlin' can't have you starvin' can I?" he teased reaching into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette. He lit it and blew the smoke into the air. She watched the smoke slowly get carried away by the subtle night breeze.

Once they reached his truck he leaned against the side of it, still holding her hand. She leaned against his side and sighed softly, looking up at the star-less sky. He unlaced their hands and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, keeping her close to him.

She grew to love the feeling of his arms around her. Since she's been with him, she's always felt so safe. She naively thought once or twice that she wouldn't even get a cold around him, that somehow he could prevent any threat that came her way.

"It's been a while since I felt like this ya know?" he muttered, still looking straight ahead. "Like what?" she asked, shifting her eyes to him. "Like...Like I know where I'm headin' now. With you" his eyes slowly looked down at her, a hint of nervousness laced his voice.

Her mouth parted a bit, looking up at him. After a while, she finally spoke. "I feel the same, you make me feel safe, Johnny" she gave him a smile and he chuckled. He put out his cigarette and suddenly lifted her up, leaning her against the truck. Her legs snaked around his waist, her arms hooked behind his head.

"I make you feel safe huh?" He hummed out, stroking his fingers across her back. She nodded in response. "I suppose that's right, I mean who else could protect you like I could?" he leaned forward and caught her lips in a slow, passionate kiss. She could feel his hair brush against her forehead. She melted into the kiss, savoring the taste of syrup and tobacco on his tongue.

After a few moments, he broke the kiss slowly, opening his eyes to look into hers. "You're my girl right?" he asked, an intense look in his eyes. She took notice of this look, it was almost possessive. It made a shiver go down her spine. Despite this feeling, she nodded. "I'm yours, Johnny"

He bit down on his lip and looked around, scanning the empty area of the diner parking lot. "Makin' me feel some type of way, baby" he chuckled and kissed down her neck. "Say it again" he looked at her with hooded lustful eyes.

"I'm...I'm yours, Johnny" He groaned lowly and moved his hips towards her. She could feel his hardening cock through his jeans. She leaned her forehead against his, her face heating up. He looked at her with dark eyes, his smirk growing wider. "Get in the truck"

He held her against the seat of his truck, hovering on top of her. Their lips clashed together, he tried to not break the kiss as he fumbled with his belt. Her hands wrapped around his waist pulling him closer. Once he got his belt undone, he grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them above her head. "Don't move" he muttered lifting up the hem of her shirt, exposing her breasts to the cool air. He chuckled and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it.

Her back arched into his movements as she let out a small whine. "J-Johnny..." she muttered, her eyes wide with lust, her body trembling from his touch. "Look at you doll, you're shakin', you want it bad huh?" he snickered biting at her breast. He yanked down her shorts and reached a hand down to rub her clit, he chuckled when he felt just how wet she was.

He leaned off of her a bit and sloppily pulled out his hard cock. Her eyes widened when she noticed just how big he was. She wasn't that experienced with boys back home, especially not ones that were packing something like that.

He must have noticed her hesitation as he grabbed the base of his cock and began stroking it in front of her. "Too big, baby?" he teased, a wide grin on his lips. She shrugged and bit down on her lip. "You're not a virgin, are you?" he asked, his free hand playing with her exposed breast. She quickly shook her head "Just...one guy..." she muttered out, her voice laced with embarrassment.

"Well, aren't I lucky?" His smirk widened and he rubbed at her clit. "I'll go easy, promise" his tone was dripping in sarcasm. His words made her nervous, she knew he was quite experienced with sex. She didn't want to disappoint him.

Without warning he lined up his cock to her slit. While staring at her he plunged into her. She gasped and her eyes widened at the sudden feeling. He began thrusting steadily into her, not giving her time to fully adjust to his size. "Johnny! S-slow down a bit..." she mumbled looking into his dark eyes.

"No no baby, if you're gonna be my girl. You gotta learn how to please me, right?" his right hand held her wrists above her head, while his left wrapped around her neck lightly, keeping her in place while he thrust into her. She went silent after that, only allowing small noises to escape her. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she tried to decipher his sudden change in temperament.

His thrusts continued at a dizzying pace. He continued his hold on her, letting out small groans and chuckles as he watched her body move against him. "C'mon baby, you can be loud. Let me hear you" he said as he kissed the side of her face.

She let out a high-pitched moan when his thrusts became more sloppy, he was desperately chasing his climax. "Fuck!" he growled out. He removed his hand from her neck and began rubbing her clit, staring into her eyes, waiting for her reaction. Her mouth fell open as she moaned, feeling overwhelmed by his cock and now his fingers rubbing wildly at her clit. "Cum on my cock, darlin'. I know you can do it, c'mon" he groaned out, his thrusts becoming brutal.

She let out a loud moan that she quickly tried to muffle by burying her head in the crook of his neck. Johnny's grip on her loosened as he came deep inside her cunt. He groaned and buried his face into her hair, panting.

After a long pause, he gripped the back of her head, leaning her back so she was looking into his eyes. "You were such a good girl" he muttered peppering kisses all over her face. She let out a breathy sigh and looked up at him with tired eyes.

Once they both collected themselves and got dressed, Johnny pulled her onto his lap, his head resting against the headrest. She straddled his waist and laid her head on his chest, her eyes unfocused. Her mind couldn't avoid going back to his rough treatment. This was definitely not how she imagined their first time together. While it was good and left her shaking, her change in attitude...scared her. But he was just teaching her what he liked...he didn't mean it in a bad way, right? Her thoughts clouded her mind, filling it like a slow infection.

Johnny rubbed her back as he held her. He noticed her silence and gripped her chin, angling her head up to look into her eyes. He studied her for a bit before speaking, “Why you bein' so quiet?”

Her eyes widened a bit at his words, not expecting him to even notice. "I'm not...I'm just thinkin'..." she mumbled, leaning her head back into his chest. His chest was broad and hard. Yet, she found comfort in it.

"Thinkin' huh..." he let out a huff, placing one of his large hands on the back of her head, almost cradling her. "Why don't we get a motel room tonight? I don't think my back can handle sleepin' in this truck again" he let out an exaggerated groan as he rubbed his his shoulder.

She appreciated that he didn't pry into her feelings. She wasn't sure she could handle that right now. She let out a small laugh and nodded "That sounds nice"

Living with Johnny was...difficult. If you could call passing through cheap motels living with a person. Johnny was becoming increasingly controlling and harsh. Almost like a veil was lifted off of him once they spent more time together. She thought she knew him, as well as you could know a man who picked you up off the side of the road.

He leaned back against the headboard of the cheap mattress in their more recent motel room, smoking a cigarette. The sheets were an obnoxious faded orange. It paired nicely with the peeling yellow wallpaper. The place made her feel sick. She leaned against the open window, peering out, studying each passing car. The smoke was giving her a headache.

"C'mere" his voice was gruff, raspy. She sighed and leaned her head onto the cool glass. "I'm getting a headache, I just wanna stand here" she mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

She heard him get up quickly, she didn't have much time to react before his hand found its way around her neck. "I said c'mere" he growled out, pulling her against him. She squeezed her eyes shut and coughed slightly. "Johnny, cut it out!"

He laughed at this licking his lips. "'Cut it out' really?" he scoffed and threw her down on the bed. She quickly sat up, trying to regain some control. "You need to listen to me darlin', you're my girl right?" He stood in front of her, his hands resting on her thighs, and he bent down to meet her eye level.

"You..." she sighed "You can't keep treating me like this...bossin' me around..." she shifted her gaze to the side, avoiding his narrowed eyes. "Oh yeah?" he snickered and pulled her thighs apart more.

"Or what? You gonna leave?" He grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks together so she was looking directly at him. "And go where, baby? Back walkin' all by yourself, half-starving? Ya know you never told me why you were all by yourself" she whimpered and tried to shake his hand off her face.

"Your my girl, right?" He glared at her and released her face. Her hand cupped her face, rubbing the now inflamed skin. Tears started running down her face. "I'm yours...Johnny" she cried and hiccupped, covering her face with both of her hands.

His glare faded as he watched her cry. "Hey...c'mon..." he sat down next to her and placed her in his lap. He laid her head on his chest and rubbed her back as she sobbed into her chest. "You know I hate when you cry, darlin'" he rocked her gently as she sobbed.

A while passed, she was still curled up in his lap as he leaned against the headboard. Smoking another cigarette. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, avoiding the smell.

His hand rubbed up and down her thigh. His lips found their way to the side of her face. Her cheeks were still red from the force of his grip. His kisses stung.

He let out a low hum as his hands traveled up her shirt. She was wearing one of his old t-shirts, it was ripped and fraying at the edges. His calloused hands squeezed at her breast, his fingers tugging at her hardening nipple.

She whined at the contact and looked up at him. He was smirking down at her, his eyes dark and determined. "You feelin' better?" he asked his hands pushing up her shirt, exposing her breasts to the cool air. She gave a slight nod.

"Good, I think you should make it up to me. Ya know for bein' difficult" he hummed out, slipping the t-shirt over her head. She shrugged a bit, tracing shapes with her finger onto his bare chest. "Speak up" he said while he continued to rub her breasts.

"I didn't mean to be difficult..." her words trailed off, her eyes shut at the continued attention to her breasts. "I just think after all I do for ya, you can help me out hm?" he hummed out. She could feel his hardening cock through his pants. She gave him another shrug.

His eyes narrowed a bit as he easily lifted her up, laying her down on her stomach. "Ass up" he said, giving her rear a rough pat. Like she was on autopilot she lifted her ass in the air, her face on the faded motel sheets. He slowly pulled down her shorts, savoring her vulnerable position.

"Phew darlin', you're leakin'" his fingers brush against her cunt, giving it a small pat. "Good enough to eat" he snickered and bent down, both of his hands spreading apart her pussy. He gave her cunt a single lick from top to bottom. This caused her to moan louder than she expected. He smirked wide at this reaction.

"I'd love to eat this pussy, darlin' but I'm hurtin'" he said unbuckling his belt, pulling out his hard cock with a hiss. Her face was still buried into the sheets as she reached back, trying to hold his hand. He grabbed her hands and put them behind her back, using one of his hands to hold them together. Without much warning, he pushed into her.

Her eyes widened, she found that she could never get used to his sheer size. He never gave her time to anyway. She wiggled her fingers as he held them behind her back, trying to signal that she wanted to touch him, he didn't even notice.

His thrusts were at a brutal pace, his right hand kept her hands in place behind her back, while his left slapped her ass periodically. Her moans were louder, she wasn't used to this position, he was hitting her deeper than ever before. Then, they both heard pounding on the wall to their left. "Quiet down perverts!" she heard a woman yell as she hit on the wall, she must have been in the room next to them.

Johnny snickered, this made him increase his pace. "Hear that baby? Everyone can hear what a slut you are ha" he was out of breath, his voice raspy. Her eyes widened and she shook her head, humiliation filling her stomach.

Then, she felt him almost completely stop, he pulled out of her. Just when she was about to look back and see what was wrong, he thrust into her again. Causing a muted scream to exit her lips. She buried her face completely into the sheets, wanting to make as little noise as possible, her cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“No no baby, I wanna hear your” he grabbed her head and lifted her face up “Let me hear you” he said as his pace quickened. She whined out and looked up at him with pleading eyes. He chuckled at this and gave her a fake pout “What? Is my girl embarrassed?”

He pulled out of her and flipped her over. “Cant hide that pretty face now can ya?” He leaned down and kissed her neck as he plunged back into her. Her back arched, pushing him even deeper into her soaking cunt.

He didn’t let up on his thrusts, his eyes focused on her face, noting every expression she made. His brows furrowed as he came close to the edge. “Fuck you’re tight” he groaned out tipping his head back.

She couldn’t help but to admire how handsome he looked. His bare chest sweaty and his hair falling into his face. Her eyes were wide with awe as she tried to memorize how he looked like this.

He gazed down at her and noticed her staring. He chuckled sheepishly and leaned down kissing her. “I’m so close, baby” he mumbled as they kissed. “You gonna cum with me darlin’, you gonna be my good girl?” He asked, his forehead resting against hers. She nodded quickly, desperate to please him.

He smirked and lifted her legs up over his shoulders, locking his arms around her knees. His head lay against her legs as he drilled into her.

She felt the familiar warm pulsing in her lower stomach. She shook as she let out one final moan, her back arching a bit off the bed. He wasn’t too far behind her as he let a small moan slip, pumping her full of his cum. “Shit!” He groaned tipping his head back.

They stayed like that for awhile, his softening cock still inside her, not letting any of the cum spill free. He finally pulled out, she let out a small whine at the sensation. Her eyes locked onto his.

He just stared at her for a while, his hands rubbing the side of her thighs. He gave her one last kiss before he got up to go shower, leaving her there on the bed.

She lay in bed as she heard the shower run, her legs were sore. Her heart felt sore too. After a while, he came out of the steamy bathroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair dripping wet. He walked up to the bed and dropped the towel, climbing in beside her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. She buried her head in his chest and closed her eyes; trying to ignore his hardening cock against her thigh.

She was sitting quietly in his truck as he pumped gas. He was reading some newspaper as he waited, intently reading the pages, almost like he was looking for something.

After awhile of waiting he opened the passenger side door and smirked at her, handing her a snickers bar. Her eyes lit up a bit as she smiled at him. "Thanks Johnny! These are my favorite" he leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. "I know" he said before shutting the door.

He hopped into the driver's side door and set the newspaper to his side. She looked over and read the headline; "ANOTHER BODY FOUND, POLICE SEARCH CONTINUES" her brow furrowed and she looked back up at him. He was started the car and began driving down the road.

"Ya know darlin', I have to admit. I've been feelin' a bit homesick" he explained looking over at her, his hand finding its way to her thigh. "We've been travelin' together for a while...would you want to visit home with me?" he said 'home' as if she lived there her entire life too. Honestly, she was eager to take the next step with him. Meeting his family would be great, she wanted to make him happy after all.

She held his hand that rested on her thigh, she nodded and gave him another smile. "If that's what you want"

He hesitated a second before nodding "Yeah...that's what I want"

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trashmouth-richie · 1 year

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If you could make Eddie x Fem!Reader where Eddie makes reader say this, I would be your best friend. Oh, wait, I already am hahahahaha pls write it

xoxoxo @munson-blurbs 💚

*part 2*

eddie x female! reader

W.C 2.3k

Warning: no minors, p in v unprotected sex, oral f receiving—mentioned m receiving, corruption kink if you squint

The itchy pink tufts of your dress are bunched up to your waist, matching pastel heels are hanging on for dear life. The dainty baby’s breath in your corsage was smashed and wilting. The ribbon surrounding the rose was now bowless and hanging on by threads. The once white petals of the delicate rose your boyfriend and his mother had picked out were now brown and tattered, petals falling loosely on the stained floor of the girls bathroom. Hours had been spent on your perfect hairdo, curls falling heavily down your back and pinned on one side, showcasing the slope of your pretty neck and the gentle dangle of your dainty necklace.

“I—mmm—fuck, oh my god…”

Nobody had any idea, no idea about your affair with Eddie Munson. A secret between lovers. Classified information. You were faithful to him, and he was to you. But your poor boyfriend— you couldn’t say the same.

Eddie was everything your boyfriend was not. Rough around the edges but incredibly charming, a gentle lover when you needed and a rough brat tamer when you were being a bitch on purpose. No girl at school was any the wiser of the absolute hog he had behind the black denim. Felt like you were being split in half every single time. Your boyfriend was a safe option; someone to bring home to mom and dad, Christmas at the cabin, or the annual church picnic. To him you were pristine, all holy and white with a satin veil and a promise to him to save your virginity until marriage. He was naive to your vixen ways, truly going to the dark side when you and Eddie had first gotten together. That first night Eddie had called it how he saw it, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Your boyfriend was delighted when he saw his initial carved into a pretty necklace around your neck, white gold and close to your heart, where he intended to stay. It was of sheer mockery that his initials were also ‘E’. And when Eddie had given you the necklace, branding you as his, promising that you would forever be his, he couldn’t help but smirk and roll a chuckle out of his throat when he overheard poor Ethan noticing the necklace in the cafeteria and kissing your cheek in admiration. That night he had parked his van outside of Ethan’s perfectly poised and polished house, stuffed up next to the Harrington’s, and ate your pussy for hours in the back, making you come again and again until you were red, raw and achy, voice hoarse from yelling out his name as you only wore the necklace.

For Eddie, this situation started off by simply enjoying making the preacher's daughter squirm under his tongue in the church parking lot. Reveling in the fact that you had fallen from grace—for him. The town satanist. And he had to admit, the fact that you had a boyfriend who didn’t know you the way he did, made this all the better. It was innocent at first, a friendly gesture by you helping Eddie to study for Ms. O’Donnell’s class. A literal charity case helping the poor Munson boy pass. Whether that was to ensure he would never taint the halls of Hawkins High again, or to be a “good Christian” he didn’t care, he wanted to corrupt you, wanted to make your pretty little mouth murmur around his cock as you kneeled before him. But now it was much more than that.

You had changed, you weren’t the pretty little church girl anymore, you were his. Your parents had no idea that you sat on his guitar amps on Tuesday nights at the Hideout, grinding your pussy with the vibrations, getting yourself off watching him sing and play his guitar. Or that you had gotten higher than a kite with Eddie in his trailer after church every Sunday as your father kissed babies and shook farmers hands praying for rain this Spring and your mother served cake and coffee in the church hall. He just had to play along until graduation— when you would finally tell your parents to get bent and break up with the human purity ring.

Tonight wasn’t any different. Except it was the senior prom. Pressed cheek to cheek for Polaroids and the special ‘kodak moment’ with Ethan you ran the conversation you had with Eddie in your head a million times. “Do you want me to go?” He had you pinned down on his mattress, chest flush with the hideous patterned sheets, hands in cuffs straight ahead of you threaded in the rails of the headboard, ass angled upward as he pounded into your soft weeping pussy, “if you want me there baby, I’ll go, I’ll rent a fucking tux and be the suavest mother fucker there.”

You had already declined his offer, knowing you had already matched your dress with Ethan’s bow tie. “Eddie,” you protested and moaned as his dick curved into your g spot, “I’m going with E-,” he fucks into you harder, spreading his hatred through his entire body for when you spilled that disgusting name while he was inside you, “—him. I c-can’t. I want you to go— I’d rather have you come.. oh fuck.. I’m gonna come—” he wiggled his fingers beneath you and rubbed at your clit as he thrusted his dick into you, slamming hard against you as you unraveled at the seams for him.

It wasn’t until you were laying naked in his arms after he made you come a 4th time that night that he spoke of it again, “can I show up to the Grand March—watch you try not to tumble in some ridiculous heels in front of the whole town?” You had agreed to that. You wanted Eddie there, you wanted him to take you to your stupid prom, and be done with the bullshit. Wanted to be done with Ethan. But you were stunned when you didn’t see him anywhere. Not in the crowd, not holding up a door frame with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he was nowhere.

So you did what any other normal senior girl did at a prom, you danced, drank cheap punch, did the goddamn limbo. But when it was time to announce the King and Queen of 1986 Prom Extravaganza, a hand over your mouth and a slight drag of your hips pulled you off the dance floor and into the girls bathroom. Of course it was Eddie. He was wearing an expensive looking black velvet suit jacket and black slacks, a deep red button up shirt underneath, two silver chains adorned his neck, one with the smallest of your initials engraved on the side, and his signature black boots and rings. “Eddie? I thought you were only coming to Grand March— I looked but couldn’t find you.” His eyes rake over your body taking you in, the swell of your chest prominent in the sweetheart neckline of your pastel bubblegum dress, cinching at the waist and poofing out indefinitely like you were a true Disney Princess.

He was right, he was the suavest looking mother fucker at the prom, his long hair was freshly washed, curls still slightly damp and bouncing around his face. “You really think I’d miss seeing my girl all fancy and gussied up just so her boyfriend can masturbate and cry to the thought of what her boobs looks like?” he tuts, running a ringed hand along your chin, fingers dancing along your neck and the necklace he gave you. “That idiot wouldn’t know the first thing about how to make you come, how to make you feel good, I bet he doesn’t even know that you wear turtlenecks only because your neck is so hickied up by me that you look like your neck is broken.” His eyes are blown wide with rage and lust as he lowers his head, fringe of his bangs tickling your nose as he dives into your neck, lips plump beneath your ear, “his pure little saint and my devilish vixen, are the same girl and he has no fuck-ing clue.”

He lifts you up and hauls you into the nearest stall, kissing you deeply as you clung onto his neck. In seconds you are consumed by him, his mouth devouring every inch of your skin. Brushing your lips with his as he works on the many layers of your dress, hiking them up to find your pretty panties. He rips them off and gives them a good sniff before stuffing them into his jacket pocket. He kneels before you and spits harshly into your pussy, rubbing the saliva around with the pad of his thumb, circling your clit as your hands are buried in his hair, head thrown against the painted blue metal of the bathroom stall. He stands quickly and unzips his pants pooling them down around his feet. He hikes one of your legs around to sit on the toilet paper holder as he slots his cock between your folds, rubbing your slick and his spit against his girthy length.

And now for your Hawkins High 1986 Prom King!

The wavering sounds of the asshole behind the microphone crane into the stall of the bathrooms. Eddie shoves his fat cock up into your tight dripping hole, not giving you time to adjust as his mouth falls slack and his eyes roll back into his skull like billiard balls rolling into the correct pocket. “Fuck, swear this pussy gets tighter and tighter each time, Jesus Christ sweetheart.” Your fingers grip into the velvet of his suit as he pushes all the way into you, steadily moving his hips and grazing over that spongey spot, perfect ruddy tip of his cock poking and prodding as it feels like your guts will explode.

You whimper as he stretches your walls, the pressure of his cock filling you up making you cry out as he pumps relentlessly into you. “Mmm, fuck, I— oh my god.”

“What did you say baby?” Eddie smirks as his head is buried into your neck, sucking a wine colored bruise into your skin. He loves the way he can fuck you senseless, breaking you down to mush as you scream his name. Think your stupid boyfriend could do that? Try again.

“S—so good Eddie.” You’re already a blubbering mess, mascara spilling from your lashes as tears trickle down your face, the bliss of Eddie’s hips rocking into you sends you spiraling. Your belly- coiling and hot, ready to come undone.

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking perfect,” Eddie is the one whining now has his hips start to stutter, bangs stuck to his forehead as he licks his lips, “my perfect girl, secret vixen all for me.” He pumps harder now, hand pressing against your neck, the bottom of the ‘E’ from your necklace poking out beneath the heel of his hand. “Tell me you’re mine baby, fuck— tell me, tell me you’ll end it with him.”

“I— ”

For you it should have been a no brainer. He let it slip one night when your parents went out of town for the weekend. You told Ethan you had gone with them, relishing in two whole nights with Eddie all to yourself in the comfort of your own home. You were riding him in the living room, skin slick with sweat, both of you stark naked as you looked deep into his dark chocolate eyes. You rolled your hips around him, foreheads pressed together as you moaned into eachothers mouths. “Fuck, I love you,” Eddie breathed as you had both finished, shuttering around eachother as you fell forward into his chest. Pulling back and staring at him quizzically he continued,

“I mean it, you’re it for me babe.” You hadn’t said it back yet, still gathering your feelings for him, trying to decide what you were going to do.

Your fingernails dig at his chest, legs now wrapped around his lower back as he leans you against the wall. The heat of Eddie’s breath against your ear is what makes your orgasm snap. He rubs and slaps at your clit as you come.

Ladies and gentleman, it’s time to name the Hawkins High 1986 Prom Queen!

Your first and last name is blasted through the speakers of the gymnasium, filling up the echoing halls as you come hard on Eddie’s dick, “it’s over! mmm fuck— Eddie! Fuck— I’ll end it!” Eddie’s high hits him as your words flutter through his mind, ropes of hot cum spill into you and down your legs as relief washes over him. Your name is said again over the speakers.

Eddie lowers you to the ground, and zips up his slacks. He kisses you deeply before you break away, “I love you.” You confess to him, holding his face in your hands. He smiles shyly, wrapping you into his arms as he kisses your head, squeezing you tight.

“Come on,” he says, pulling you by the hand to the gymnasium smiling wildly, “go get your crown, and then we can leave.”

Eddie watches as the twinkling tiara is placed on your freshly fucked hair. The emcee announces you and captain douche Ethan as the 1986 King & Queen of Hawkins High. A dance is supposed to commence between the two royalties but you bail as you kick off your heels and run into Eddie’s arms. Both of you displaying middle fingers as a parting “fuck you”, he carries you out of the side door of the gym to his van. You spend the rest of the night wearing your crown as Eddie teases your clit with his tongue, reveling in the pretty noises rolling of your lips, his Queen.

#eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #eddie x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x y/n #eddie smut #eddie munson blurb #corruption kink!#corruptionkink!#eddie x you smut

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Hmm.. How about a Yan! Prince x older! Royal sorcerer reader?

Or maybe Yan prince x siren/mermaid reader? Maybe when he gets lost at sea and when reader saves him and brings him back to shore he basically places a bounty on siren readers head and whoever brings reader to him they'll be awarded with money?

You can choose either one, doesn't really matter to me lol

I'll do the second one 'cause there's a scenario lol

no pronouns for the reader mentioned

warnings// obsession,i don't think there's anything else.

refrence// you,mermaid.

humid air is blowing,the weather is sunny and the sea is calm.

what's the best day to sail than this day?

but the prince doesn't like the sea,he just want to go back to his room and read some books or maybe even paint if he's in the mood.

but his father has insist for him to go with them.

he's seating on the edge of the ship,watching everyone working and his father telling the captain how long they will sail and when they will return,expect him,he don't have anything to do.

his father took him in a hurry and he didn't bring with him anything to wast time on.

it was a normal sailing everything went fine and boring.

it's dinner time,the prince and his father is eating in a room alone,They're on their way back to the shore.

suddenly they feel the ship moving in a wierd way,right and left.

it was a fainting movement so no one cared about it,but soon it started swaying violently,the planets fell on the ground and the two royals doing they're best to not roll with the movement of the ship.

"I'm going to see what's happening,you stay here son." the king said and start walking to the door carefully.

it's been some minutes since the king left.

the prince started feeling dizzy,he's gonna throw up in any minute

the last thing he remember is the window breaks and the water start to fill the room.

you were having your fun with the animals in the sea.

you've always loved playing with these creature and staying alone rather than being with the rest of the family.

you swam randomly, not having a specific place in mind,when you saw something or someone felling down, it looked like a human.

you're family has warned you from humans alot saying they're a dangerous creatures,and if they knew about you no one will stay well.

but you were curious plus he was nearly dead.

you swam to him getting closer carefully.

you decided to get him out of the sea,you don't want to be a reason for someone to die right?

you put him on your shoulder and swim to the shore.

you put him on the sand after checking that no one is there.

after some seconds he start coughing and groan.

you startled at his sudden movement and back away a bit.

he opened his eyes but closed them right after because of the sun.

"heck,where am i" he murmured.

you were about to leave but when he heard noises from the sea he looked at you.

you froze,you were scared that something might happen, but he kept looking at you with wide eyes.

"who-? who are you?"

you stayed silent,don't know what to say or if you should say anything at all.

but he,he was stunned. you were too beautiful to be true.

like a fairytale,something he didn't think he'll find in reality just in books,he even forget his pain.

You dived into the water the prince shouted "wait" but it was too late.

it's been two weeks,two weeks and you stayed in his mind.

he couldn't think of anything but you,he even painted you a few times now.

how could he find you again? where are you now? will he see you again?

he looked at one of his painting of you,it was right in front of his bed.

then this idea crossed his mind.

he ordered the Guards, reporters, and preachers to hang posters of you, and whoever can bring you to him will get several million.

the civilians was confused,mermaid? is there anything like that? is the prince okay?

knock knock

"come in" the prince said as someone knocked on his door

the king entered with a frown "what's the meaning of this?"

he was holding one of the posters.

"it's like what is written in it"

"...you're books started playing with your mind,what's nonsense is that? mermaid? really?"

"yes really."

"Do you know what the people are saying about you right now?"

"i don't care" he didn't even look at his father,turns the pages of the book.

"I will order to take down all of this posters"

the prince slams the book shot "no you won't"

"i will,and that's that,i just wanted to tell you to stop all that" with that the king left.

well if his father going to stand in his face,then he'll do it himself.

the night was cold,but he didn't care.

he'll stay here at the ship untill he sees a glimp of you.

he already put a pool full of sea water.

he's so sure he'll catch you,after all he spends most of his time searching on how to attract a mermaid.

Pearls were easy to obtain, as he was a prince and owned many of these shining jewels.

he put Many of them on the ship, until it becomes shone at night.

sure you'll love it right?

Many of the seaving crew were there, ready to catch something they did not know what is it or if it was real,but they couldn't disobey the prince after all

you were returning to your family when something shining caught your eye,oh it was so beautiful,like the moon has come to the earth,it won't be a problem to just see what's that right?

you swim to the top.

as soon as the prince saw a Shadow coming his way, his eyes lit up.

he orders the crew to get ready as they bring the net closer to the edge.

as soon as you put your head up a net was thrown at you.

you struggles to get out but it was too late,they already lifting you up.

you felt yourself getting in a water again and when you opened your eyes you saw the same human you saved looking at you with a wierd look.

would it be better if you let him die that day?

that was fun to write!

also if you're confused at what happened when the window breaks on the prince.

it was just his part who broke the rest of the ship was a little better but it was sinking from behind (the place where the prince was), but they were able to reach the shore before it sank completely.

have a nice day/night

masterlist

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x you #yandere oc x y/n

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even-all · 1 year

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Detrans/misgendering kinks DNI

i think if i got my fuckin boycunt fingered in a church it would fix me.

You shoving my back against the podium, my jacket shucked off and my pressed shirt already rumpled.

Your eyes roaming over my flushed face, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"God," you take the name in vain, and it's all the sweeter on your tongue. "You look so fucking good right now."

My breath is coming faster, chest heaving. I can't seem to meet your gaze, my own eyes flickering wildly between you, the ground, the walls, anywhere but your eyes. I'm a mess, and you've barely done anything. It doesn't take much, you've learned

You reach for my belt, and my hand shoots out to stop you, catching your wrist and holding your hand where it is, fingertips just brushing my waist.

"No?" You ask softly.

"I-" I fumble the first word. "We.. we shouldn't."

"To hell with what we should do." You scoff. "Do you want this?" Your finger dips just barely into the waist of my trousers, and I jerk at the touch. You run your finger along the hem of my binder where it's tucked into my pants.

"Please," I whine. "We can't."

"That's not what I asked." You press in further, tracing the dip between my hip and my stomach. My skin is warm to the touch. "Do you want it?"

I've let go of your wrist, my hands falling uselessly to my sides as I squirm, leaning back against the podium. My face flushes redder, head tipping back as I squeeze my eyes shut and will myself to be still, to be composed. To have a little fucking decorum.

"Darling." When you slowly begin to pull your hand back, I jolt up with another whimper. "If you don't, we won't. Shall we go?"

"No-" My voice breaks as I grab ahold of you again. "I do, I want it."

You smile. Because of course I do.

You and I both know that I have no decorum. That I will not be composed.

"Then you'd better make it quick, angel." The petname is new, and I bury my face in my hands.

"Please," I mutter again as you start undoing my belt. Then the zip of my pants. Your hand slips easily into my boxers, and you're not surprised to find that I'm wet.

"Good lord." You hiss as a finger finds my tcock. I have to clap a hand over my mouth at that one. It's almost amusing, how turned on I am. You rub my cock, watching me struggle to keep quiet, to keep it together.

"This does it for you, huh?" You press harder and I arch into your touch with a muffled gasp. "You nasty little thing. This is fucked up." My thighs are shaking as you move faster, feeling myself hardening. "Can't believe you wanted this."

When you abruptly stop and shove two fingers in, I can't shut myself up in time. A cry escapes, reverberating around the empty hall, rolling off the walls like a preacher's words ought to.

Hey, it's still a show of devotion, isn't it?

You pump your fingers in and out rapidly, watching my hips bounce in tandem, all cares about propriety and consequence gone. I used to be so scared of this place.

There's a little bit of pride to be had in that, you think. In how quickly you can break me down. How quickly you can wipe away my worries. You're the only one who makes me feel that way.

There's nothing in these halls but you and me. And nothing can take that from us.

I finish with another moan, eyes shut and head thrown back. You slowly pull your fingers out lf my cunt, smiling at my red cheeks, strands of hair clinging to my forehead. Was it always this warm in here?

You pinch my tcock once, sharply, and another cry falls from my mouth as you draw your hand back.

"What do you say, darling?"

"Thank you," I mumble before you hold your fingers up to my lips. I open my mouth almost immediately and begin licking your hand clean.

You gently fix my belt, re-tucking my binder and shirt. My boxers are soaked and my collar is wrinkled, my hair's a mess. But I'm smiling at you, face still pink. We get to our feet slowly, and you drape an arm around my shoulders. We're a pair of fucking sinners, aren't we?

Detrans/misgendering kinks DNI

#no proofreading im posting this with my dick #evin's #cw religion #cw blasphemy #blasphemy kink #trans nsft #queer nsft #t4t nsft #ftm nsft #nsft #ftm sub #long post

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wannab-urs · 7 months

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The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 22

Good lord y'all I am never doing a 2 week edition of the Spreadsheet ever again this is actually insane. Like this is the longest post I have ever made. There's like 35 fics on here :)

Anyway as always you can find the spreadsheet here and the masterlist of my recs (that is currently unupdated lol oops) here.

Recs below the Pedro!

Joel

Mothman Fever a one shot by @beskarandblasters

You meet a really hot guy at the Mothman Festival and almost hook up with him, then you meet him again at the Mothman Stakeout except this time he's not just Joel... he's MOTHMAN!!! This fic is so good. It's funny and hot and amazing. Lil element of sex pollen in there and ya know, my favorite, monsterfucking. Also the shirts reader wears had me hollerin'.

Deliver Me From Nowhere a series by @atinylittlepain

Joel got his sheep ranch in a sleepy Colorado town and decided to slow his life down finally. Delores comes speeding into it, literally, in desperate need of help. As of right now there's a prologue and chapter one out, but I've got a little insight into the full story, and just trust me. This fic is worth your time. It's soft, gentle, and sweet, but do not forget that Joel Miller is capable of so much violence. And he's a protector, a caretaker. I love the way the town feels like a character and the way Joel can't help but help her, and AGH. This fic, man.

No closer could I be to god a one shot by @proxima-writes

Okay so this is set in Jackson... you're the town preacher's wife and you are hooking up with Joel Miller. This fic is super hot. I fucking love infidelity fics and I love when there's a lil blaspemy and sacrilege in a fic and this is just such a good fucking example of that. And the ending is so good.

Guard Dog a one shot by @romana-after-dark

TW Dub con, but it's Joel not reader. Raider!Joel fucks with the wrong girl. Reader fucks Joel at gun point and like there's a gun blow job in there and he's so submissive and he's also obviously pretty into it? And then he's obviously very into it. This is was so unreasonably hot. Just like... oh my god? Joel on his knees and whimpering and begging to cum? Good dog…

Jizz Fingers a Joel (and others) series by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

This is probably my favorite crackfic ever. A splorgimum (alien boy) from another planet can shape shift into anything you want and has various other special space boi powers that make hooking up with him a really good time. This so funny, like you will probably cackle out loud and have to find a way to explain what you're laughing at, but ummmm it's also pretty hot. And I refuse to be ashamed of wanting to fuck amorphous blob boy turned HBO Joel Miller. I mean have you seen what those Jizz Fingers can do?

Not so tough now, is she a one shot by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Your cute lil raider group gets taken over by Joel's much scarier one. He needs to show your group that you are no longer in charge, and he chooses to ruin any authority you could possibly have by fucking you in front of them. TW NONCON. This is depraved and hot and terrifying. I loved the different ways the men in the group reacted too, from boldly participating to obvious disgust. Really shines a light on the spectrum of human depravity oof.

Oblivion a one shot by @thesummerpetrichor

Your boyfriend's dad is a sweet older man who you go visit sometimes, bake him things, talk about photography... Your boyfriend cheats on you. So you cheat back and let the guy take pictures. He sends those pictures to your boyfriend's dad... and suddenly sweet old man Mr. Miller is not so sweet anymore. TW Dub con, you totally wanted Joel but this is not how you wanted him. This is really hot and a little scary and just FUCK Yes. This is so fucking good

Pillow Queen a one shot by @beskarandblasters

You watch a porn video while Joel is sleeping beside you. He wakes up while you’re watching it. You tell him you want to try that position and he calls you a pillow queen. You prove him wrong. One thing I love more than almost anything else is proving a man wrong lmao. This is so fucking hot it's unreal. That got rode within an inch of his life lmao

All I did was what I had to do a series by @corazondebeskar-reads

I'm not 100% sure why I read this because if someone pissed even in my general direction in real life I'd literally cut their dick off and feed it to them... anyway that is not how I feel about it in fic apparently. Your raider!Joel's little pet or whatever and a new recruit thinks he can make a pass at you. Joel pisses in your mouth right in front of him and then shoots the fucker in the dick. Then he makes it up to you with some overstimulation :)

truth or dare a one shot by @joelscruff

Mean scary neighbor Joel, fuck yes!!! Your friends dare you to "see how far you can get" with your neighbor Joel during a game of truth or dare. You go over there and end up locked in his garage. There's elements of TW DUBCON here, but also he does give you a brief opportunity to leave. This is brutal. He's rough and a little gross about it and it is so hoooottttttttt!!!! And then there's this bit with a flashlight.... anyway I also would ditch these friends since you literally disappear for god knows how long and they don't even bat an eyelash like???

Something wretched about this a series by @covetyou

This is gonna be a series, but so far I've only seen chapter one,,,, Wherein Joel is a drug dealer and you need pain meds for your dad who is very ill. He can't work so you don't have ration cards, but you need ration cards to buy pain meds so he can work to get ration cards. Viscious cycle. Thankfully, Joel is accepting other methods of payment. The main kink in this one is pussy spanking and is so delicious oh my god. Reader is shocked by how much she likes it, honestly I think Joel is shocked by how much she likes it.

Joel + Veracruz

A Lesson in Blackmailing a one shot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

No reader in this one! Just Joel domming comandante Veracruz and Veracruz liking it way more than he probably should. Joel is so fucking mean and Veracruz is a brat but he ends up just being a pathetic mess jacking himself off in an alley and I love every second of this.

Dave

Notes on Tutoring a series by @honestly-shite

Dave is your new music tutor and you are down real bad for him even though he's a major fucking asshole. You end up fucking him and then a lot of shit goes down and literally any other summary I can think of is full of spoilers. But this fic, y'all. Oh my god. The way Dave is characterized is so frustrating and so so good. It's perfect. Every detail that is slowly revealed about him is so perfect. The instrument(s) he plays, the music he likes, his background, where he's from, what went down before you met, all of it, is so perfect. The ending may possibly make you mad? But I liked it. I thought it made perfect sense for these two characters.

The Princess and the Duke a series by @theywhowriteandknowthings

Originally just Murder Daddy Kinktober Day 3 prompt "Daddy please" and then followed up with Kintober Day 4 prompt "Risk of getting caught," this is now a series so I'm reccing it as such. And FUCK it is hot. Dave is very much still Murder Daddy but he's so soft and sweet for reader... I mean he's still a scary and dominate motherfucker, but it's hot and the fucking tenderness and vulnerability he shows with reader has me fucking reeling dude.

Din

Taungsdays, am I right? a one shot by @theywhowriteandknowthings

You and Din get attacked by some sort of horny tentacle monster alien thing and it gives you both the fuck of your life, basically. The horny tentacle monster basically wants to fuck you both but also wants to you and Din to fuck. If you like tentacles and/or sex pollen and a lil m!receiving assplay, this fic is so for you. Also even though you didn't exactly consent to getting railed by a tentacle monster, you and Din love each other and are pretty sexually adventurous so it's a good time for everyone involved lol.

Bleed for me a series by @saradika

Din is the mand'alor and a vampire and you are his chosen one, the one he will keep to feed and fuck and whatever else... but you have a secret reason for even volunteering to be chosen in the first place... I'm obsessed with the world building, with the suspense, with the characterization. I'm in love with this fic UGH. It's so fucking good. Din is so hot and scary and perfect in every way. Reader is such a badass too like... girl that is a terrifying situation you have put yourself in. The plot twist is everything. I love thissss

A Place of Safety a series by The_InvisibleWoman (AO3)

Okay so you're a bounty and Din picks you up and he goes to take you in, actually does take you in, but something is just fucking off about the whole thing. And then there's a lil grogu situation, reclaiming the bounty and all that. He decides to try to find her somewhere safe to live and in the process he falls for you and you fall for him and it is so fucking sweet and beautiful and perfect and I love it so much. There are currently 34 chapters and it's ongoing and I am ravenous for this fic fr.

Whispers in the Dark a series by @kewwrites

TW NONCON!!! This is the darkest Din fic I've ever read. It's fucked up on so many levels, man. Read the warnings and be fucking careful because it's got probably 99% of all the triggers possible. Kew, baby, are you okay? That being said, I loved it. It didn't feel like it was glorifying Din's behavior or justifying it or anything. It was just a beautiful and painful representation of what a broken man is capable of and what it can mean for a person to be wrapped up in that with him. If you can handle it, you should read it. This one will stick with you

Frankie

A Fond Farewell a series by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Angela has written something so beautiful and so painful. It's real, raw, and it fucking hurts. If you're looking for angst this is the fic for you lol. I really loved Frankie in this. I also really really adored Santi's character. This fic is gorgeous. It's one of those things where shit keeps getting in the way of something that should be easy and it makes you want to scream and cry and throw shit. It's also largely based on real events, which just makes it hurt a little more because Ang is my soul mate :')

Slumber a one shot by @write-and-buried

A filthy, lovely, consensual somno fic with a bit of squirting. Frankie is feral and he is so hot in this oh my god. I loved every single second of this fic. Frankie is so in love with you it's adorable and maybe a little gross. Which is just very Frankie. I've read this three times in 2 weeks.

Frankie + Tommy

Group Therapy a one shot by @beskarandblasters

we're pretending therapists don't have a code of ethics because holy shit this is hot. Frankie goes to therapy for his trauma and meets Tommy Miller (who says he looks just like his brother Joel). Frankie and Tommy both have their eyes set on one of the group's therapists. They ask you to go for a drink at the American Legion next door and it's not long at all before you've found a back room and then you fuck them both... Frankie is so soft and adorable through almost the whole thing and then he's fucking you and goes feral and it is so hot dude

Javi P

Drenched a one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Me and Ang had some brainrot about Javi P wherein we discussed the fact that we would let this man do things we have never let any man do before. This resulted in a beautifully wet fic where you get covered in spit and cum. And it is so hot.

Carmen: Darlin' Darlin' a series by @thesummerpetrichor

You're the ambassador's daughter and you get dragged to this weekend get away thing for the DEA and Javier Peña is there. What follows is flirting and teasing and getting fucked in public and it is amazing. I love the reader character so much. Fiesty little mean ass bitch that she is, she's just like me. This whole thing reeks of daddy issues, and again I say, she's just like me. This fic is so hot.

Video Games a one shot by @thesummerpetrichor

Yes, I did in fact read the whole masterlist, don't look at me. DADS BEST FRIEND JAVI P???? I have never read a dbf!javi, I'm pretty sure. This is so angsty and hot and perfect. The way they dance around each other for literal years (yeah I'm pretty sure that's grooming, but I don't think it was intentional... moving on) and then finally they just crash together and it is so hot. The way he talks you through it and he's so tender and soft and perfect fuck. It's like the Javi from those scenes with Helena or Elisa where that asshole exterior is gone and that overwhelming tenderness you know he has in him comes out and just UGH. Perfection.

Off to the races a one shot by @thesummerpetrichor

I told you. The whole masterlist. Anyway. In this one, you're a sociology student doing research at the embassy and you're relegated to the DEA offices where you go about making Javier's life a living hell. Eventually he caves and fucks you over his desk. And then it becomes a whole toxic thing that is just so perfectly Javi and I love it so much and also the smut is ungodly hot.

Murder Daddy Kinktober Day 5: Who Does This Belong To? a one shot by @theywhowriteandknowthings

dude... Javi kissed another girl and you want to remind him who he belongs to so you tie him up, get him all worked up, make him confess his sins, and then untie him and leave the apartment, where he is left to pathetically jack himself off and be ashamed of himself. FUCK this is so hot. I love bratty whimpering pathetic Javi.

Dieter

Candy a one shot by @secretelephanttattoo

Dieter takes you to a closed down carnival and you suck his dick in the house of mirrors and it is delicious. I'd like to go on random adventures with Dieter... *sigh*

Crumbs, sloppy seconds, and backwash a one shot by @chloeangelic

Dieter is not so great at the whole monogamy thing, and you know this. You're actually into this, which means you've gotten yourself into a toxic cycle of encouraging the behavior and then regretting it. I love how desperately they need each other and how much you can tell they care for each other. I really fucking love the ending. I love how it’s a bit toxic, but there’s little hints in there that Dieter is trying to be what she wants. AHHH I can't believe this is her first Dieter.

Unwind a one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

You have a terrible day and you start your period and it's just awful. Dieter takes care of you and it is the sweetest most lovely thing. So fluffy and perfect and wonderful ughhhh I love him so much.

Ghost in the sheets a one shot by @proxima-writes

As a lover of shitty paranormal investigation shows, this was fucking incredible. Dieter is such an annoying little shit in his somehow endearing way and I love him. I loved all the ghosty bits and the flirting and the bickering and AGH. I don't think I'd be down to fuck in a haunted attic irl, but maybe Dieter could convince me lol.

Max Phillips

Lust for a vampire a one shot by @idolatrybarbie

You're a bartender at a vampire themed strip club and after your shift the whole vampire thing gets a little too real. Max is so hot and he fucking turns you and it's so good FUCK. I love the freakiness of the location he takes you to also, really adds to the vibe.

A Real Challenge a one shot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Oh my god? Max making you wear a plug to work and then making you push it out and then fucking you in a conference room and then making you fucking leave the office in a very embarrassing way that I won't spoil. I'm panting.

Oberyn AND Max Phillips

a court of fangs and foxgloves a one shot by @psychedelic-ink

Oberyn is the lord of a vampire court and you were turned in order to serve him, but you left, uncomfortable with the bond formed when a vampire lord turns you. You regret this decision and come crawling back and Oberyn makes your life hell about it. He isn't exactly ready to forgive you, but instead of killing you for being an insolent little shit he fucks you and his other little pet Max about it. Well actually he fucks Max and Max fucks you... semantics. This is hot.

Maxwell Lord

Working Overtime a oneshot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Dismantling internalized homophobia one rim job at a time! Maxwell doesn't think he'll like getting his lil ass ate out but oh boy is he wrong. And his jizz covered desk is pretty clear evidence of that.

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Heaven In Time

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Am I A Con Man Or A Brother?

Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Summary: A year or so after meeting, Sam and Danny are on the road again and hope to get through Sam's home state of Alabama with no trouble. Easy enough, right?

Tags: Religious trauma, hella guilt tripping/mentions of religious upbringing, Fighting, sauciness but no outright smut, healthy ass relationship

Words: 5.6k

A/N: Welcome back! Sorry! Let me know what you think. Chap 3 is in progress 👀 Also this is kinda random but would any of y'all be interested in a playlist for this fic? Do people still do that?

“You gonna be good while I go in?”

“Ye of little faith.”

“You, mister, of chatting mouth and wayfaring legs.”

“Since when do you complain about my legs? You didn’t seem to mind ‘em when they were over your sh-”

“Hey now, hey now, okay. What did I just say about behaving yourself? Jesus Christ.”

Sam laughed brashly as he hopped up on the hood of the truck and made a show of crossing his legs with an angelic smile. Danny, standing over Sam with a firm grasp on his chin, rolled his eyes with the beginnings of a smile spreading over his tan face. It had turned out that Danny’s initial baseless accusations of Sam’s rebellious attitude had proven to be mostly accurate, with the only difference being that Sam’s tendency to wander around fell more on the side of striking up friendships with random strangers and impeding their errands schedule rather than picking fights with vagrants and ending up in the back of sketchy white vans. Over the last year they’d spent on the road, Sam’s increasing confidence and grasp on individuality had given him a smart mouth and big opinions. Gone were the days of the meek, awkward preacher’s son with a guilty conscience that sat on his chest like a rock. Now he stood tall with a proud demeanor and, more often than not, in cut off denim shorts with a cigarette hanging from his bitten lips.

Sam settled on the hood in that same fashion then, pulling a cigarette from the pack bulging in the front pocket of his tiny shorts and sticking it in his mouth, pleadingly pushing it out towards Danny with a calculated batting of his lashes to get the point across. Danny rolled his eyes again but quickly pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit it up, secretly very pleased to be the one to dote on Sam. Despite Sam’s drastic change in personality making him a far cry from the dusty hitchhiker Danny had picked up back in Texas, Danny’s affection only grew as the months passed them by. It was weird for him to look back on how this trip had begun: alone and directionless, setting off from his family farm in Florida with no one at his side. Sometimes when they were driving, Danny found it hard to recall a time without Sam’s passenger side chatter. How did he get as far as Texas without it? Silence was distressing to him now. Still, he found great fun in requesting it of Sam.

“Just stay here and be quiet,” Danny requested with faux exasperation. “I’m only gonna be in there for a few minutes for snacks and paying for gas and the bathroom. I don’t want to come out to you preaching to your huddled masses like that time in Santa Ana.”

“I know,” Sam whined. “How many times do I have to tell you those guys came up to me?”

“Watch your tone,” Danny whispered as he leaned in, his grasp returning to Sam’s jaw. “What you should know is that I want to get us through Alabama as fast as possible, okay? For you, Sammy, remember that.”

“Yeah,” Sam grumbled, removing the cigarette from his lips with a guilty frown. “I do know. Sorry, daddy.”

Sam batted his lashes again and watched Danny’s face flicker at his words. It was a cheap trick, but it certainly didn’t hurt to slip in Danny’s favorite nickname every once in a while to win his favor in a matter of seconds.

“It’s okay,” Danny instantly assured him, melting like he always did at the title Sam had appointed him. It only ever trickled into their daytime conversations when Sam was being truly appreciative. He gave Sam a quick kiss before letting him go and taking a step towards the gas station itself.

“5 minutes max, I promise.”

“Go already,” Sam grinned, waving with a royal flourish as Danny tossed him a wink and went through the chiming doors of the gas station, leaving Sam to take a drag from his cigarette and watch its smoke unfurl into the clear sky above. It was a still, sweltering summer day, the kind of familiar weather that kept Sam aware of their presence in his home state. There was no way to get to their destination of Danny’s Floridian hometown without going through Alabama, which Sam kept swearing up and down would be no issue to him, despite the both of them knowing that Sam would no doubt have at least one instance of grief. So far he was having no problems, and as he absently bounced his shoe and closed his eyes against the comforting sun, Sam started to actually feel optimistic.

After a minute, Sam became aware of the creeping feeling that he was being watched. With his eyes closed it felt unfounded, but when gut instinct and a rolling chill over his otherwise sweaty skin told him to peek and assess his surroundings, he realized that he had good reason for it.

Outside the gas station standing on the ledge of sidewalk facing the last pump was a young man dressed in a short sleeved, cream colored button down staring directly at Sam. His features were blurry because of the distance and because Sam only had one eye open to assess him, but Sam could see that he had his dark, shoulder length hair pulled into a neat, low ponytail and that he grasped a stack of pamphlets in his hands. This tidy, modest appearance hit a little too close to home for Sam and he scowled remembering when something similar used to be his daily attire. Danny had joked about Sam’s preaching, but he and his brothers really did used to stand on sidewalk corners like the guy in front of him now, waving their hands and crying out with adolescent passion. His scowl deepened and he closed his eyes.

Great, Sam thought in annoyance, pursing his lips against his cigarette. Rookie mistake to actually make eye contact with the guy. Now he’s gonna be over here any minute now asking me about my relationship with God. That’s gotta be the last thing I wanna think about right now. No, thank you.

Another few minutes passed and the creeping unease remained in the pit of Sam’s stomach and kept his ears perked uncomfortably. With an irritated sigh, he opened his eyes again and saw that, sure enough, the sidewalk preacher was still staring him down. He had even moved up a couple pumps, now only a few feet away from Sam. Doing his best not to look at the guy, Sam groaned and slid off the hood of the car, flicking his cigarette onto the pavement and crushing it under the rubber sole of his Converse. The man took this as an opportunity to hastily approach. Sam couldn’t help but give a theatrical sigh at the sight, leaning his head back to stare at the sky for another moment as a last ditch effort to ground himself before the inevitable nonsense.

He must have seen me and Danny, Sam concluded mentally. And now he’s here to save my soul from our sinful ways. Whoopee.

“Listen, man, I don’t want any trouble,” Sam started, already frustrated. “I know the spiel, okay? God didn’t work for me, it’s nothing personal.”

“Sammy?”

Sam’s head immediately jerked forward to properly face the man in front of him. In an instant, he was drowned in cold and felt his knees threaten to buckle. He struggled not to disassociate, breathing urgently through his nose as his lips shut and refused to part.

How could he have stared right into this face and not seen who it was in an instant? There was no else whose voice would crack with such specific inflection over his nickname; a nickname never given freely, mind you.

The round brown eyes constantly shadowed from worry and late night prayer. The combed dark hair and disciplined posture.

It was Jake, his brother, a thousand times over.

“Sammy,” Jake repeated. He sounded worn down and nearly pleading, seemingly just as baffled as Sam about seeing his brother before him.

Sam couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. His thoughts were thick with shame and gave no more room for that last little spark of hope that he could make it through Alabama unscathed. All he could do was gawk at Jake, who gawked right back at him with what he knew was a near identical expression to his own. He had always felt he existed as some warped mirror of Jake, and here he was, pressed up against the glass yet again when he thought he’d shattered it long ago.

“What are you doing here?” Sam whispered. With their hometown miles out from the provincial rest stop they were at, Sam was becoming increasingly convinced that Jake’s presence was a mirage brought on by the heat.

“What are you doing here?” Jake countered. His eyes were wild and darted over Sam head to toe. A hand came up to grasp his forehead, a nervous tic that Sam remembered (of course) and found oddly comforting to see after all this time.

“Gas,” Sam answered dumbly. It was true, but obviously not the answer Jake was looking for. Sam felt close to tears in a manner of seconds when hurt flashed over Jake’s face, clearly from Sam’s cold brevity and…well, everything.

“So, you have a car now?”

“I-”

“Come on, babe, what’d I say? No mingling!”

Sam had hardly registered the crisp bell of the gas station doors cheerily bursting open, revealing Danny with an armful of beers and wrapped sandwiches. He wore a bright smile as he usually did when he was with Sam, and Sam watched helplessly as it fell at the sight of Sam’s face painted with frozen desperation. Never taking his eyes off of Sam, Danny set his treasures down on his seat through the truck’s open window and was at Sam’s side in a second, a protective hand already up to shove Jake back if need be.

“Can I help you, man?” Danny asked curtly, glaring down at Jake with his dark eyebrows furrowed menacingly.

“Who is this guy?” Jake asked Sam in an amused tone, as if he truly couldn’t believe that Sam would go anywhere near Danny. When Jake had known him, it would have been a fair assumption for him to make, but now there was nothing further from the truth.

“Who are you?” Danny shot right back, adjusting to stand partly in front of Sam. His shield and sword all rolled into one. Sam felt grateful for his protection but knew it was unnecessary.

“Danny, this is, uh, my brother,” Sam introduced nervously, putting a hand on his bare arm and giving it a calming squeeze. “Jake, this is Danny.”

Jake held out a polite hand for Danny to shake, which he obliged with a mistrustful squint of his hazel eyes. In Sam’s stories about his childhood, Jake had never really been the enemy in any of them, save for silly childhood disputes. But his compliance never made him a hero either, and Sam knew that Danny was recalling all he could remember of Sam’s brothers from the rude way he pulled his hand back from the handshake. Jake didn’t appear to care at all, turning his gaze on Sam once more with a weak laugh.

“Have you been here this whole time?” Jake asked. “We read your note, of course, but forgive me for beginning to think the worst had happened when there was absolutely no trace of you anywhere. Mom started reading the news all the way up in Montgomery just in case there was mention of you.”

“No, uh, I’ve been traveling,” Sam explained, incapable of making eye contact. “Mostly stuck to the Southern states, but, yeah. We’re actually not staying, we’re headed to Danny's place in Florida right now.”

“Wow,” Jake remarked blankly, nodding thoughtfully. “Okay. We, huh?”

“Danny was kind enough to pick me up in Texas,” Sam clarified, nodding towards Danny. “We’ve stuck together since then.”

“Somebody had to keep him safe,” Danny said in a clipped voice, looking Jake up and down with an accusatory glare. Jake continued to not acknowledge Danny’s obvious distaste for him and pressed onwards. He gave another nod that turned into a disbelieving shake of the head.

“How in the world did you get to Texas with no ride? I have about a million questions, Sammy, forgive me for my impatience. I mean, for starters, you look…”

Jake gestured vaguely to Sam’s bare bones outfit composed of a maroon band tee more suited to Danny’s frame than his (which made sense, considering it was Danny’s), meaning it fell so low it almost entirely covered Sam’s very short shorts. It was a standard outfit for him now, but the last time Jake had seen Sam, he’d been dressed in something nearly identical to the outfit Jake wore, complete with the long tweed pants in the blistering heat. Sam’s hair, kept long to compliment his newfound appreciation for his androgynous features and to serve as something extra for Danny to pull when they were caught up in motel bedroom devotions, was pulled into low frizzy pigtails that Jake no doubt found bizarre.

For the first time in a long time, Sam began to feel self conscious.

“Different?” Sam asked, putting a hand on his hip. “Is that cool with you?”

“I…of course, it’s just…definitely different,” Jake agreed, a hint of venom finally tinting his words. “I hoped maybe you’d gone off to, you know, spread the good word, but I can tell from your outf-”

“You wouldn’t have thought that if you’d actually read my note like you said you did. You know why I left, Jake.”

“Were things really so terrible?” Jake prodded, his condescending tone now entirely betraying his bright attitude. “So horribly bad that you just had to leave behind your entire family who has done nothing but love you, just by the way, and an entire church that you had responsibility in? I can’t think of a single person in Shady Grove that doesn’t pray for you each and every day. I can tell you didn’t have faith in us, Sam, but we had faith in you. Still do.”

“I wasn’t happy,” Sam hissed, tears finally stinging his eyes as he stepped forward and got in his brother’s face, still clinging to Danny’s arm as he waited for his chance to intervene. “Nobody listened to me! Or, yeah, maybe I didn’t speak up enough, but even if I did, you all would’ve just heard what you wanted to hear.”

“Come to dinner, Sammy,” Jake begged, putting a hand on Sam’s shoulder with a firm grip. “Come to my place. I won’t even tell Mom and Dad, but you’ve got to see Josh, at least. He talks about you in every single sermon, he-”

“You’re not listening,” Sam groaned defeatedly, flushing hot with frustration and humiliation. He felt Danny’s anxious eyes on him while his brother’s thick skull and saccharine words regressed Sam into a childlike tantrum. Jake shook his head as if it weren’t true, as if Sam was behaving completely out of line. That was something Sam really did hate about his brother sometimes; he could make him feel so stupid for nothing at all.

“Why can’t you ever admit that there are things about home that don’t work?” Sam raged on. “Just ‘cause they work for you doesn’t mean they work for me. I had to go, Jake. I, I have to go.”

“Let’s go,” Danny urged, his voice uncharacteristically cool and tense. “Ready when you are.”

“I’m ready,” Sam snarled, glaring at Jake one more time before turning on his heel and stomping to the side door. Jake followed with a frustrated huff through his nose, grabbing Sam’s wrist and yanking him so hard he stumbled.

“I love you, Sam,” Jake said firmly, passion flashing in his amber eyes. “That’s why I’m tough on you, okay? Mom and Dad love you. Josh loves you. Come home.”

“No,” Sam barked, pulling his wrist away. “Get off, Jake, I’m fucking leaving.”

Jake stood and watched Sam climb into the passenger side and slam the door, pointedly staring through the windshield and ignoring his fuming brother as Danny hurriedly tossed the food and drink from his seat into the back. Jake smacked his palm against the door and won Sam’s attention again, who now saw that Jake’s furious expression had begun to devolve into tears.

“So, that’s it? That’s all you got to say?” Jake cried. “So high and mighty you can’t even say you love us anymore?”

“Of course I love you, stupid!” Sam yelled, grabbing an empty plastic water bottle out of the cup holder and smacking it on Jake’s head. “I just can’t love you here!”

Jake grabbed the water bottle out of Sam’s hand and tossed it right back at him, ducking when Sam fully threw it through the window. Jake crouched out of Sam’s reach as he pulled a pen out of his pocket and scribbled something urgently on one of his many disheveled pamphlets. Despite Sam’s flurry of smacking hands, Jake managed to shove it through the window and onto Sam’s lap.

“That’s the address and that’s what time I’ll have dinner on the table,” Jake explained, his teary eyes flashing as he pointed at the pamphlet with vigor. “There will be two places set for you and your, your Danny, and I really hope to see you both!”

“I really hope you like disappointment!” Sam hollered, heart hammering like a jackrabbit as he and Jake launched into a new round of arguing.

Unable to stand back and watch anymore, Danny rolled up Sam’s window for him and finally began to pull out of the gas station. Jake yelled something as they sped out of the lot, and Sam let out a frustrated scream in response. He was unable to look back at his brother, instead electing to fold at the waist and let out another muffled scream against his bare legs.

Danny, frazzled from the sibling explosion that had just set off in front of his eyes, was honestly unsure on what the hell to do. He settled for a soothing hand on Sam’s back, rubbing calming circles and asking Sam to breathe and settle down in the most serene voice he could manage. Sam listened and managed to subdue his roaring need to shriek out his frustrations, but he stayed crumpled over with his head between his thighs. As always, Sam’s complete and utter silence was a million times worse to Danny, and he debated whether or not to ask him something just to get both their minds on a new track.

“So, you wanna go to that dinner, or…?”

Yeah, Danny regretted that the second it left his mouth.

Sam’s silence persisted and Danny swallowed nervously, trying to appreciate the sparse scenery that surrounded the highway so that his brain had something else to do.

5 entire minutes passed without Sam saying anything, which was probably the longest he had ever gone in the year Danny had traveled with him. He was never this quiet, not even in his sleep. But frankly, Danny couldn’t blame him. Danny’s heart broke for Sam, and he bit back regretful tears thinking of how he should’ve just stepped between them and pulled Sam into the truck before Jake got a chance to say anything at all. After another excruciating minute, he figured there wasn’t much use in spiraling, so Danny decided to pull over on the side of the empty road and turn off the truck.

“What can I do to help you, Sam?” Danny asked in a hushed voice, his hand returning to Sam’s back and tilting his head to try and catch a glimpse of Sam’s face.

Sam thought for a second, sniffling wetly before finally turning from the valley of his legs to miserably look up at Danny. Danny’s heart sank at the sight of his lashes heavy with tears and his nose and cheeks painted poppy red.

“I don’t know,” Sam muttered, throat scratchy from exertion. “Take me out behind the barn and shoot me.”

“Sam,” Danny sighed at his dramatics, reaching over Sam’s head to click open the glove box and pull out a clean handkerchief. He presented it to Sam, who made no move to grab it, so he rested it on top of his head with a little smile.

“Thanks,” Sam mumbled, still unmoving and sniffing pathetically. His gaze was blank and defeated and his face was still dotted with tears, which Danny lovingly swept away with a curled knuckle.

“That was a lot,” Danny commented steadily, still trying to pry a productive conversation out of the ever stubborn Sam. “Definitely wouldn’t have picked that station if I had known your people would be anywhere near it.”

“He really shouldn’t have been,” Sam complained. “Shady Grove is, like, 10 miles out closer to the coast. But it’s not completely unheard of for him to go to the most random fucking places for his sidewalk preaching. Divine timing, I guess. Great.”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Danny whispered, mirroring Sam’s posture as best he could to try and meet Sam’s eye. When he did, Sam’s bottom lip quivered and he clasped a hand over his face, letting out an exasperated groan that filled the entire cabin of the truck.

“I’m so sorry,” Sam apologized, his voice shaking with frustration. “You shouldn’t have had to see me like that. Fuck, he just makes me so crazy, it’s like I don’t even know what happens.”

“Don’t apologize,” Danny insisted, running his fingers along the soft hair at Sam’s temples to try and ground him. “He came at you pretty hard. I know he’s your brother and everything, but if you gave me the go ahead, I would’ve knocked him upside the head with the way he was talking to you.”

“I wish you had,” Sam grumbled. There was a sore pang when he said it, and Sam found himself falling quiet and staring into space again. “But, like…”

Danny had spent enough time with Sam to feel confident in his ability to read his mind, and from the mournful, longing glaze over Sam’s eyes, he made an educated guess as to where Sam’s head was at.

“But, like…you still kinda want to go to dinner tonight?” Danny asked, attempting to finish Sam’s sentence.

Sam let out another theatrical groan and answered by gently banging his forehead against the pamphlet on his lap, which doubled as a nod in the affirmative. Despite the anxiety that the prospect of a dinner with Sam’s brothers stirred in Danny’s chest, he was happy to do whatever it took to get Sam through the night without trying to throw himself out of the truck.

“Yeah, okay, we’ll do that,” Danny assured him, brushing his fingers against Sam’s flushed cheek. “And the second you say we need to go, we’ll go. Does that sound good?”

“Mmhm,” Sam hummed against the paper.

Danny watched Sam’s dejected body language for another minute before taking action again. With a quick jerk of the reclining lever, he laid his seat back and scooted until he was sitting in the backseat. After landing with a bounce on the leather, Danny shifted the beers and sandwiches once again while Sam sat up and gave him a quizzical look.

“What?” Sam asked simply, a confused smile very slowly seeping into his expression as Danny settled in the middle of the backseat and opened up his arms.

“Someone needs a hug,” Danny determined, beckoning Sam into his lap with a cheeky grin.

“You are so goddamn corny,” Sam whined. Despite his rolling eyes, he quickly scrambled out of his seat and clumsily landed in Danny’s embrace. Danny’s arms wrapped around him in an instant and Sam unraveled completely at the comfort, throwing his arms around Danny’s neck as he sank into his broad chest and nuzzled against Danny’s freckled shoulder. Danny held him tight and pressed kisses to the crown of Sam’s head as he felt the erratic cadence of Sam’s heart beating against his own begin to even out into a stable thrum.

“Feeling a little better?” Danny asked tentatively. Sam replied with a muffled hum against his skin and Danny laughed, smoothing the loose hairs that had escaped Sam’s pigtails and were waving wildly in the humidity. Sam pressed a kiss to his shoulder and Danny let out a happy hum of his own. Danny gave one of Sam’s pigtails a gentle tug to tilt his head back and met him halfway, closing his eyes with a smile that he pressed against Sam’s already puckered lips. While they got caught up in a lazy kiss, Danny carefully worked to slide the elastics from Sam’s hair and combed through his impressive tresses with his long fingers. Sam sighed into Danny’s mouth at the relaxing sensation, cupping Danny’s face and slipping his tongue into the equation while Danny indulged in a smug smile.

“I feel better,” Sam finally admitted, giggling when Danny mapped a trail of kisses from his jaw down his neck. “Much better, actually.”

“Yeah? You feel as good as you did last night?” Danny purred against his neck, grinning and bearing his teeth against his skin when Sam scoffed. Danny had found that this was another surefire way to keep Sam’s mind out of a dark place; tease the hell out of him.

“Danny!” Sam squealed, batting his shoulders and squirming in his lap. “Shut up!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, who was the one talking about legs over shoulders no less than an hour ago?”

“I-”

“It was definitely you.”

“Hearsay!” Sam laughed. “Tell it to my lawyer.”

When Danny lifted his head from his throat to smile at him, he could see the rosy glow had already returned to Sam’s face. Danny’s heart fluttered at the thought that he could be the person to do that to someone, much less someone as wholly deserving of joy as Sam.

“You wanna hear something funny?” Sam chuckled while Danny leaned back against the leather seat, one hand on Sam’s waist and the other still fussing with his hair.

“Hm?”

“We didn’t even get gas.”

Danny froze and blinked blankly.

“...Fuck, you’re right!”

Sam’s raucous laugh filled the truck as Danny shifted and looked out the back window, staring longingly at the pump somewhere in the distance behind them despite it being entirely out of his sight.

“Damn. There goes my 15 bucks,” Danny grumbled.

“You only put 15 bucks on the pump? Cheap bitch.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, do you have anything you’d like to contribute to the gas fund? Or would you like to keep dipping your sticky little fingers into it and spending it on cigarettes and cotton candy?”

“Absolutely,” Sam smiled triumphantly. “I mean, worse comes to worse, we can always stop in some seedy little town and get me a job working the pole. We’d have gas money for a year.”

“Fuck no,” Danny blurted. Sam cackled again when Danny bulged his eyes at the idea, his grip subconsciously tightening on his waist. “No, no, absolutely not.”

“Jealous?” Sam flirted, tapping the tip of Danny’s nose and winking. He rolled his hips as if he were straddling a stripper pole and Danny let out a suffocated groan at the sensation. Not allowing himself to dive into the salacious imagery Sam had conjured, Danny used his leverage on Sam’s hips to hold him still.

“No, Sam, I’m super into the idea of you being half naked on stage in front of a bunch of podunk perverts,” Danny replied sarcastically, swatting his ass. “Of course I’m jealous, you little shit.”

“Well, you don’t have to be, ‘cause I’d never,” Sam cooed, clearly still delighted by Danny’s knee jerk reaction. “You know damn well I’m all yours.”

“Yeah, you are,” Danny hummed, chasing another kiss and mumbling against Sam’s lips. “And you know damn well you’re safe as long as you’re with me, right?”

“Since the day we met,” Sam confirmed, heart fluttering and racing as he recalled the first time he’d seen Danny. This was something he did almost every night to soothe himself to sleep, a practice that had replaced the psalm recitations he’d done for years after he steadily found them less and less effective at calming him. He’d picture Danny, nothing short of drop dead gorgeous in a ratty flannel and his combed out curls pulled into a ponytail, with his head tilted to the side as he regarded Sam and his pathetic little suitcase. Frozen in place, Sam’s thumb had stayed pointing up in the air for a beat too long as he assessed the amusing contrast of the gorgeous stranger in such a beat up hunk of junk. In the same way that something had urged Danny to drive through the thoroughfare in the first place, something had given Sam complete assurance that if he got into the truck with this total stranger, it would be the start of his life as opposed to the end.

Despite the fact that they were far from being on speaking terms, Sam couldn’t help but thank God for it.

“Good,” Danny smiled. “Remember, the second you want out tonight, we’re outta there. You call the shots.”

“Don’t I always?”

Danny raised an eyebrow at Sam and Sam smiled with faux innocence, tucking a strand of hair behind Danny’s ear while Danny sighed fondly. Without the other knowing, both of them felt a sudden urge to tell the other one something. Something that had been on both of their minds for a long time. While it didn’t really need to be confirmed when the time they spent together spoke volumes about how they felt, it still had yet to be said. But Danny was worried Sam was a little too vulnerable at the moment to process the impact it might have, and Sam was worried Danny wouldn’t say it back, so they let the next few minutes pass with quiet chatting and kissing instead. Not that they could complain about that.

“What time is it?” Danny eventually asked, answering his own question by looking over Sam’s shoulder at the radio’s clock. “4:30ish? How long do you reckon it’ll take to get to Jake’s?”

“Only like 20 minutes if we backtrack and take some shortcuts,” Sam explained. “I’ll be our fearless navigator, of course.”

“That’ll be a first,” Danny muttered, which earned him a light slap on the arm. “Well, shit, what should we do for an hour? Anything fun to do in glorious Baldwin county, Mr. Navigator?”

Sam stared off into space for a moment, seemingly deep in thought as his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pushed out into a focused pout. However, when Sam’s eyes eventually fell on the space between their bodies and his eyebrow arched suggestively, Danny realized that he had fallen for an act.

“Unbelievable,” Danny groaned as Sam smiled flirtatiously and pawed at his belt. “I thought maybe you knew some roadside attractions nearby we could go to. I should’ve known better.”

“I mean, we’re already back here,” Sam purred, sliding a hand up the front of Danny’s muscle tee. “And no one’s driven by since we pulled over.”

“Unbelievable,” Danny repeated, shaking his head slightly but obliging entirely when Sam’s lips found his and his hands made quick work of pulling off Danny’s shirt.

This reckless nerve and seeming insatiability was one of many side effects of Sam’s newfound confidence. Ever since that inciting night at the motel where Sam had stayed under Danny until the sun came up and writhed nonstop from nothing more than kisses and hands on his hips, he had become hopelessly addicted to Danny’s touch. It was fully Danny’s fault for indulging him as often as he did, but he really had tried to take it as slow as he possibly could. Danny knew that Sam had no prior experience and very little knowledge of the body when it came to the pleasure it could provide, and he had wanted to give him a low stakes, enjoyable education.

However, this had become increasingly more difficult when he found Sam crawling into his lap time and time again with professedly innocent questions, all of which were whispered into his ear with hot breath that sent chills down his spine. Sam had insisted on hands-on demonstrations and begged so sweetly, which made it nearly impossible for Danny to continue the patient pace he had planned for him. This eventually cultivated in a “celebration” their first night in Los Angeles where Danny had caved entirely and awarded Sam his sacrament. He’d crossed the line between the divine and the Earth, called Sam his little lamb, and awoke the next morning with Sam’s head on his chest and his virginity (however conceptual that may be) locked up safe in the parts of his mind reserved for the most sacred sentiments. Deep down, Danny knew he’d be trying in vain for the rest of his days trying to replicate the ecstasy of truly feeling Sam for the first time. Fingernails dug so deep in his biceps he’d emerged with a single crescent moon scar, Sam’s hips bucking to accommodate Danny’s stuttering push into him, a pounding fist on the wall from outraged neighbors being drowned out from the rattle of the bedposts…that was a high Danny was going to chase to no avail. But he was more than happy to try.

Plus, how could he ever say no to Sam? Maybe someday he’d regret letting Sam get whatever he wanted, but from the way Sam looked unbuttoning his jeans with his rosy bottom lip tucked triumphantly between his teeth, Danny was pretty sure regret was the last thing he was feeling.

They were in for a hell of a night, so why not get as close to heaven before then?

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allbark-no-bite · 2 years

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On His Knees || Elvis Presley x reader

summary: forget your pastor boyfriend, Elvis Presley is the only man who can make you believe in a god

warnings: 18+ smut

word count: at least 1k. I usually write on wattpad but it crashed so idk

authors note: y’all this gif makes me absolutely feral. I’ve only just just watched the Elvis movie so please, if you consider something to be “inaccurate” it’s not my fault nor intention, I literally pulled this fic out of nowhere. it’s not meant to be based off of anything anyhow. also, this was my first time actually trying to write good smut so bear with me

Other people are not medicine, but that boy from Memphis was my opium, my crack cocaine, my Saturday night high.

Now, I was raised a good Christian girl and had never touched anything stronger than a shot of whiskey in my life. My daddy saw to it that I saw the inside of a church every Sunday, and I was even marrying the preacher's son soon as he bought a house. But I'd never known religion until the King of rock 'n' roll got onto his knees for me and kissed a prayer to the flesh of my thigh.

He was fresh out of Germany when we met. His first appearance in the states in over two years. Much to the nation's surprise, the army hadn't changed him a bit. If anything at all, it had made him into a fine young man with ramrod straight posture and a frequent habit of saying "yes suh" in that throaty southern drawl.

And so one Sunday afternoon, at a chapel in my hometown, Elvis Presley was planting himself back down again into the world of music. He claimed he had wanted to return to start his career out ‘the right way’, in the same place where that gospel music had begun coursing through his blood all those years ago.

Truth be told, I hadn't even known he was there, hadn't even realized that we'd already crossed paths until we stumbled across each other at the bar that night, him laughing at me, faking a laugh over some stupid joke my boyfriend had made.

His laugh came boyish and rumbling from beside me; he had caught me in the act, the forced smile dropping off of my face as soon as my boyfriend turned away. Alarmed and unaware of my admirer, my eyes shoot towards him, his body leant against the side of the bar. His mouth tilts into an amused smirk, and he just shakes his head, turning back to face the bar.

Glancing back at my boyfriend once more, who is still turned away chatting, I slip away from his side and make my way over to the other end of the bar.

I am greeted again by careful and twinkling blue eyes, a stark contrast to the flawlessly styled, oil black hair that is disrupted by a singular coil, which hangs over his forehead. A strong jaw line accentuates his perfectly shaped face. His high cheek bones are softened by his full, almost baby faced, cheeks. He was pretty to the point of being girlish, the hard edges of his masculinity softened by an air of femininity.

A dixie boy at his finest.

"My daddy says a rich man's jokes are always funny," I explain wryly.

He looks up at me from where he's sat on the barstool, his mouth half agape in a smile, a tease of prefect pearly white teeth revealed behind the lift of his lip.

"That so?"

I lift an eyebrow and relax against the bar beside him, looking back over my shoulder. Andy, my boyfriend of two years, is utterly unaware of my disappearance. His daddy was the preacher at my family's church (the church we had been in this very afternoon), and thus my daddy, a devote Christian, saw to it that we were destined to be together.

I didn't mind him at first; sure, he was a nice boy, save for his pretentious attitude. Just because he was raised in his house and following in his daddy's footsteps, I was certain Andy thought he was God sometimes. We had grown a part, but with no reason to spoil the match our parents had made, at least not without causing a ruckus as my mother would say, I turned a blind eye to my misgivings.

"You tell me, Mr. Presley."

There was no need for him to introduce himself.

"I'd say I hope his jokes are better than his sermons but from the looks of it you were fallin' asleep then too." The teasing smile on his lips tells me he saw me struggling not to nod off in the pew.

"You think you could do better then?” I kinda of laugh it off, a rhetorical question in an attempt to make small talk.

His cheeks flush faintly, and the heel of his shiny shoes quivers, but he nods softly.

"Yuh, ma'am. I think I could."

I nearly choke on the air I breathe in. Immediately, I begin to sputter an apology, an excuse, obviously not having meant to be so forward.

“Wha— I—“

“C'mon, baby. We're goin' home," a voice interrupts, Andy, beckoning to me. From behind the lenses of his rounded glasses, his whiskey blurred eyes hardly even register the man sitting beside me. Thankfully, he seems to either have missed or been too drunk to have overheard our conversation. He just nods politely at Elvis and tugs on my elbow before turning away.

I turn my face away from him, partially to hide the startled redness of my face and partially to avoid him all together. He smells like whiskey and arrogance.

Elvis, hardly deterred by the intervention of my boyfriend, just nods along back politely, his bottom lip trapped coyly between his teeth. Acting as if he hadn’t just hit on me with my boyfriend inches away. His less than innocent blue eyes remain fixated on me, hardly giving Andy a second glance.

Suddenly, I'm reluctant to go. Reluctant to go back to the future that had been mapped out for me since I was a child, not yet even old enough to understand what it meant to love. I’d been raised on a pretense of love that involved unyielding obedience on my part and the toxic habits of a man playing God in his own house.

Possessed by a sudden onrush of boldness and disdain for my miserable future, my feet remain bolted to the ground, and I watch my oblivious boyfriend leave the bar without me.

Rising up from the stool, Elvis slowly sidles—saunters—over to plant himself in front of me. Now that he's standing, he towers over my much smaller frame. My chin tips back slightly to meet his commanding gaze. The roles of confidence have been reversed, and suddenly I feel like a child despite my likely two years on him.

"Look at you, mama. Needy for some attention,” he tsks. His voice is dark, sultry, honey thick.

I feel my heart stall in my chest. I breathe a quivering exhale though my nose.

Please. Please, please, some voice in my head pleads.

Another part of me immediately scoffs. Please what? You’re dating the pastor’s son.

But I knew the corruption that went on behind closed doors. While I was a virgin and had yet to have been tainted at the hands of a man, I knew the many beds my boyfriend had lain in.

Please, ruin me.

Elvis brings his hand up to touch my cheek, his fingers dragging along the underside of my jaw until my head is tipped completely back, my throat yielding to the expanse of his calloused palm. His hand lays heavy on my throat. He's so close yet so far. So close that I can feel his hot breath on my face, see the dark tint of eyeliner surrounding those doe shaped eyes of his. So far that my body aches for him to touch me.

“What do you want, hmm?”

Anything. Anything that you’ll give me.

Without waiting for an answer, he kisses me against that bar top as though he had intentions to savor every breath and pant that came out of my mouth as his own. It starts out reserved, not hesitant, but demanding at the same time. As he gains confidence, a hand presses to the small of my back, pulling me into his body.

His lips are soft, consuming as he forms his mouth to my own. It’s the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had.

I follow his every movement, pliantly shuffling along as he toddles us backwards, all while remaining entrapped in his arms. His hand moves momentarily from my back, and I hear him push open the back door to the bar. The cool air of the night gushes around us, but I hardly feel it.

Elvis doesn’t stop kissing me until he has me pinned against the side of his pink Cadillac, and only then does he pull away. He grins at me, all boyish-like, looking blissful and pleased with himself.

“You like tha’, mama? Like what these hands do to you? Want me to touch you, huh?”

I whimper. Yes. God, yes.

Then he is kissing me again, his lips gentle but firm and full all at the same time.

My whole body feels as if it's been pulled under the surface. Water is pounding in my ears, dulling my senses until the universe no longer exists outside of the man in front of me and that ridiculous pink Cadillac. Teeth clash together, tongues explore each other's mouths, and I can consciously feel myself sinking, sinking, sinking deeper and deeper.

Elvis pulls away, and I am yanked back to the surface so abruptly that I physically feel myself gasp for air.

“Breathe for me, mama. That’s it,” he encourages with all the tenderness in the world. He dips his head down to the curve of my neck, teeth nipping at my ear, only to be soothed by the lavishing of his mouth.

With one large hand cradling my waist, I feel his other one travel up my thigh. Confidently, all the while with his face still in my neck, he rucks up one side of my dress, his hand sliding up until it reaches his desired destination.

I swallow hard.

Blindly, his fingers trace the edge of my panties. They’re wet, and by the way his breath stalls beside my ear, he can feel it through the fabric.

Shyly, I tense beneath him, but he plants his thigh between my legs to keep them from closing.

“Relax, mama,” he drawls into my ear. “I’ve got you.” The southern drag to his voice goes exactly where he intends it to, and if it weren’t for his body pinning me against the car, my trembling legs would have given out.

His thumb catches the edge of my panties and pulls them aside so that his duo of fingers can rest against me.

The mewl that escapes me spurs him on.

“Want my fingers, pretty girl?”

“Yes, please,” I whine, becoming antsy beneath him.

Slowly, his two fingers venture back. And when he reaches just where I need him, he stops, tapping his index finger just outside my core. “Right here?”

Desperately, I nod, and he laughs kissing the corner of my mouth again. “Alright, darlin’.”

However prepared I think I am, I’m not ready for the stretch of his two fingers as he pushes into me. It burns in the most pleasurable way possible, but I still whimper against him. He peppers kisses to the sides of my mouth until the pain subsides.

When he curls his fingers inside of me, my vision goes blurry, and heat pools in my stomach. I clench around him and Elvis groans heavily. “God, mama. You have no idea what you’re doin’ to me.”

I realize that he’s uncomfortably hard at this point. “Here,” he whispers hoarsely.

Still seeing stars, his hand guides mine to the tent that has formed in his black dress pants. Cupping his bulge with his own large hand on top of mine, his beautiful doe eyes shut and his head tilts back.

With me falling a part on his fingers with very stroke of my velvet walls, and his own release close against my palm, Elvis suddenly pulls away.

“Elvis—“ He cuts me off with a laugh, pecking my lips with his own swollen ones.

Ceremoniously, he drops to his knees in the back of the parking lot.

“I’m religious, ain’t I, darlin’? Gotta have you on my knees.”

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It’s early. Too early to be awake, and I’m oh so tempted to fall back sleep, but sleep is an impossibly hard task to do when God’s favorite creation is shuffling about the bedroom in nothing but a pair of boxers and a toothbrush in his mouth. Not bothered enough to make myself move into a state of consciousness just yet, my eyes lazily follow Elvis, admiring him as he returns from the bathroom.

That night we had met at Club Handy was months ago, and I’d become all too familiar with the inside of his Graceland bedroom. With my boyfriend on the back burner, Elvis Presley had become an increasingly bad habit. I still went to church, played the part of the doting girlfriend that I was supposed to be every Sunday morning, but there was only one man who could drop to his knees and make me believe in God.

Finally, he catches me staring, and a smile over takes him lips. “I know your daddy raised you better than to stare.”

I huff against his fluffy cotton sheets. “My daddy raised me to do a lot of things.”

Elvis chuckles, crawling across the bed to lean over me and peck my lips.

“An’ look at you now. Naked in my bed.”

I hum, humoring him and my poor daddy as I kiss him again but pull away before he can kiss me a third time.

“Aw, c’mon, mama,” he whines falling dramatically against the bed as I narrowly escape his grabbing hands so that I can pull myself together for Sunday mass.

Nevertheless, he allows me to escape with one more kiss and a promise to see him later.

I rush out the door an hour later so that I can slide into my family’s pew at the front of the chapel and be seated before the church doors close.

“You’re late,” Andy reprimands as I sit down next to him, my mama just beside him.

“I couldn’t find my shoes,” I whisper back to him, keeping my eyes to the front, where his father is beginning the sermon.

It isn’t a total lie. It took me a half hour before I finally found my flats at the bottom of the staircase, where Elvis had helped me discard them the night before.

Andy hums, and I can tell he doesn’t believe me.

Elvis and I had done a clean job of making sure no one outside of his family knew what we were up to, so the disapproval in Andy’s voice comes as a surprise. But I don’t harp on it for long because the church doors chime again, and in walks the devil himself.

A few heads swivel in Elvis’ direction as he saunters though the doors, carelessly flicking holy water in an unenthusiastic sign of the cross. His eyes catching mine as he takes a seat in the back.

It wasn’t unusual for the king of rock ‘n’ roll to make an appearance at the chapel, but he usually participated no further than to liven up the choir.

Without looking at me, Andy speaks out in a dangerously monotone voice. "Everybody knows."

A few heads turn to stare.

“Wha—"

“Everybody knows that he fucks you."

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pinkcherryblossom18 · 2 years

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Preacher's Son

TW: Preacher son James, modern au, teasing, kinda mean!James Potter, car sex, first smut writing.

You know how they say it's always the preachers' kids?

She was realizing that they might be right on that one.

“Like to confess anything,” James whispered into her ear while undoing her pants. His cross necklace was dangling in front of her face and the urge to grab it and pull him down to kiss her was increasing.

Instead she grabbed his face and turned his head so he could look at her. He raised his eyebrows in shock at her actions and stopped his attempts to get her pants off in the close corners of the back of his truck.

She whined at that and bucked her hips so he could continue taking her pants off that were already halfway down. He chuckled and leaned closer until their mouths were almost touching. One slight move and they would be kissing. “Is this what you wanted sweetheart,” he whispered, pressing his lips down on hers as hard as he could. He tapped her hips so she could raise her legs so he could get her pants off completely.

He rubbed her through her underwear and laughed when she pulled back from their kiss to beg him with her eyes. “Use your words and I might consider getting you off before Mass starts.”

“Please,” she whispered, leaning up and kissing his neck in the spots that would surely leave hickeys.

He grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her off of him. “No hickeys baby. You know that,” he chuckled, pressing harder onto the place where he knew her clit was making her gasp out in pleasure.

“Please Jamie,” she begged.

“Please what? Tell me what you want,” he said, faking a pout.

“Touch me please!” She cried out.

“I am touching you baby,” he teased, cooing when he saw tears of frustration starting to well in her eyes. A tear slipped out but didn’t go far as he caught it with his thumb, wiping it off of her face. “Aw poor baby. I’m being mean aren't I?”

She pulled him into her so her face was shoved into the side of his neck and nodded. She let out a gasp when she felt his finger swipe through her folds. Her underwear being pulled to the side as he started to tease her cunt.

He ran his finger through her folds a few more times relishing in the gasps and needy whimpers begging for more. Finally deciding to give her mercy he quickly found her clit and started rubbing gentle circles on it.

Moaning out, she bit James’ shoulder causing him to groan in pain and the slight pleasure he got from the pain. “Fuck,” he groaned out, tilting his head back and gently slipping one finger into her sopping wet pussy.

She released a high pitch moan before two fingers were stuffed in her mouth making her gag. She gave James a confused look before moaning again when he added another finger. He leaned in close so that his cross was touching her lips and his fingers. “You got to be quiet. The old ladies are now parking,” he whispered, leaning his head down and started to tease her boobs.

He grabbed her hands and brought them down to his dress pants and motioned for her to start unbuttoning his pants. “You gotta be fast baby, we only got a few minutes,” he said, taking his fingers out of her mouth.

“Why? You're not gonna last long?” She said, She gasped when one of his hands came up and gripped her face making her form a pout.

“Mmm. That just makes me want to get myself off and watch as you wither in need and desperation.” He nipped at her neck and pulled his boxers off, making her watch as his cock came out, the tip red and already leaking. “Just how I like you,” he whispered in her ear, relishing in the pathetic whimper when he took his fingers out of her cunt. “Oh calm down you whiny thing.”

She puckered her lips asking for a kiss, which made James’ chuckle and gently grip her jaw and lead them both into a small loving kiss. She broke the kiss in gasping pleasure when James entered her.

Leaning his head down in an almost mock bow he cherished the gasp that came out of her lips and her hot walls that were begging for pleasure. He moved his hips and thrust into her, dragging a small moan out of her mouth.

James was going fast but was still trying to find that little spot in his little love that would push her to the edge. He hissed when she put her hands under his shirt and dragged her nails down his back. “Fuck, you’re killing me baby,” he said, changing his hip movements a bit and smirking when she turned her head and bit the seat trying to muffle a moan. “Is that it,” he said, moving his hips in that direction again. She let out another moan but instead of responding she reached her hand down and started rubbing her clit.

“Fuck,” she breathed out a few moments later the peak of ecstasy was right there but something was stopping her from getting there. She whined and begged James with her eyes.

“I can’t baby not right now,” he said as she convulsed around him once again bringing him to his own high. “I’ll do it later. Come on sweetheart you can do it for me,” he said sweetly tilting his head back in a silent moan.

She closed her eyes and focused on the pleasure that was already happening. The cock that was brushing against and touching her g-spot and her hand that was rubbing circles on her clit were dragging her to the peak slowly.

Slowly and quickly she felt herself at her high. She grabbed James’ shirt in her hands and started to thrash around as her orgasm was running through her. James, grabbing her hips, started to go faster to chase his already fast upcoming high.

Groaning and tilting his head out in pleasure he felt his high run through him. Panting he leaned his head down and nuzzled into the crook of her neck, kissing it every now and then smiling at the small giggles that would come out of the girl.

He groaned unhappily when he heard his phone start to buzz as someone was calling him. Grabbing his phone he started to pull out of his girlfriend when her phone buzzed with a text. He looked at his phone and saw that his dad, the preacher, was calling him. “Yeah,” he said, his voice scratchy from his very recent activities. He looked over at her, who was trading her pants for a skirt and starting to look around for something.

Where are the tissues, she mouthed to him. James shook his head as his dad was speaking indicating that he didn’t have anything that she could use in his truck. She looked frantic but looked at her phone and slipped on her underwear anyways and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek before exiting the truck.

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She was on her knees for Mass, her body hurting from the cramped space of James’ truck. She widened her eyes when she felt something run down her legs and reached down to find that James’ cum started to leave her underwear. Looking up she met his smug looking eyes. He nodded his head at her and winked before her mother glared at her for raising her head.

#james potter x reader #james potter smut

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talenlee · 10 months

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Speaking In Mangled Tongues

I don’t talk right.

I mean I talk in a way that has obvious incorrect ideas in it. My idioms, my reference frame, even the ways I engage a newcomer into my life, these are all things that I feel, in a very pronounced way, are weird and wrong.

I am blessed in that now I’m old enough that I just seem eccentric, or old fashioned, or, to my students, some boring old guy. I’ve passed the time when people my own age can hear the way I speak and think ‘hey, there’s something wrong there.’ I’m also lucky in that I don’t seem to look my age, which means people my own age talk to me and think I’m just weird and young, and people younger than me have no idea if I’m five or ten years older than them.

I have been out of fundamentalist christianity for twenty years. Doesn’t matter. The effect is still there. The effect is not a byproduct of doing things in a Christian way, but rather the result of my developmental period being limited to socially conversing with about ten people who were almost all the same age as me, and almost all as limited in their experiences as me.

Our way of speaking was simplified, our poetry was dulled, our grasp of language and rhythm and meter were all deliberately contained and curtailed. I don’t know how to dance and I struggle with clapping in time with music, I am uncertain of how to even describe the way I sing or the way music works, because these words, in a period where I was building the foundations of meaning in language, were all kept from me.

We’d repeat lines from TV, over and over, but we’d only be able to do that with the TV shows that were acceptable, that our teacher didn’t ban from hearing us say. We wouldn’t hear pop music of the day, except in tiny excerpts, at places like the supermarket. The idiom and language we learned therefore mostly was imprinted with references from our adult peers, and they were deliberately stifling us. I grew up delivering the jokes of the Rocky and Bullwinkle and The Goon Show affect, but didn’t watch or participate in the common public life of my age. I learned rhetoric presentation from the preachers in my family, I learned the way you pace and build and demonstrate a point.

It’s something of an embarrassing story, but I feel more it should be embarrassing to my family than to myself, but I learned about sexual reproduction not from my parents nor from school, but from reading an expanded dictionary and looking up every single thing I could until I had a working model. That working model had to then be interpreted onto some extremely dubious source material.

This creates a corpus of reference, of performance of language that is equal parts highly technical language pronounced wrong, a melange of calliopes, dated references that predate my entire birth, and playful words from childish source material, like the actual text of Alice In Wonderland. The whole mix means that a lot of my conversation, certainly in those early days, was not so much about talking to someone and sharing ideas or getting answers to questions, but to perform at people, to present in a way that got focus, so you could convey your position.

By the way, don’t be surprised to learn it’s also racist. Accents completely confounded me growing up. We had some neighbours from down the street whose names I remember, who invited us to their home and shared curry and rice and flatbread with us, and about whom I know almost nothing but their names and maybe that they were from Pakistan. I know they were nice and I know we dressed up nice to visit them and I know we went to them once and never again thereafter. I do not remember a single word they said to me and I do not understand anything but their names, and that isn’t because I was very, very young, it’s because when I try to remember what they said, what comes out is tone, and a sort of sloppy, choppy half-way handling of language. My memory can only remember those two people saying their names.

It wasn’t like they spoke to us in Urdu, I just had no idea how to process a thick accent at that age. Or later. It took me decades to build even a familiarity with grammar structures outside of my extremely normalised experience.

This isn’t built out of, by the way, glossalalia – not speaking in tongues. We didn’t truck with that in my church. In fact, those people, we could tell, obviously, were all faking it. Some of them claimed to be possessed, but they so obviously weren’t, that was silly. We could tell that there was something nonsense about that, so we didn’t do that. Of course, we also only read the King James Bible, which meant that that corpus got to form an underpinning for how we made points, how we were compelling; we quoted scripture at one another, meaning that particular manner of speech was the way good points were made.

The way my way of speaking is composed is so obvious — to me — as impersonations of media forms. Finding my own voice, finding my own identity, is so fucking difficult. Even writing as much as I do, as often as I do, I still have these moments of you got that joke from Douglas Adams or didn’t you copy that from Yahtzee?

I was a teenager who knew the word unctuous and cephalaphore but didn’t know what motherfucker meant.

And that’s part of why I love The Locked Tomb so much HAH bet you didn’t expect that to show up here. Look, the main characters of Gideon the Ninth are essentially, two of the most homeschooled fundamentalists you’re going to see without uh, meeting people like me. But instead of making the story sad and miserable because of that, the Locked Tomb books instead decide to make sure that story is focused on cool sword fights and creepy magic rather than, like, the trauma of being locked in a small wooden box and punished for looking at the sky. That particular way of talking Gideon’s narrative voice has, which is able to be sophisticated enough to know the term liquescent, while also base and childish enough to refer to galumphing down bread. And that’s of course, setting aside that ‘galumph’ is a word I knew out of nowhere, because it’s a word my dad uses, because it was used widely on radio programs across Commonwealth nations in the 1950s and 1960s including as part of an ad campaign to refer to when a character arrived quickly.

Yeah, random tumblr user, complaining about galumph. I’m coming for you.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

#The Locked Tomb #Fundie Stuff

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jesssssssssica · 1 year

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speak now m.m

what am i doing here?

i’m not supposed to be here.

this isn’t like me.

i’m not supposed to be sitting here, waiting for the man i love to get married to someone who isn’t me.

im not the kind of girl that should be here.

but neither again is he.

he shouldn’t be here, making the biggest mistake of his life by marrying the wrong girl

i look around at the venue seeing your friends laughing together and i turn my head looking at the people all dressed in their best pastel attire, with snotty looks on their faces.

i hear her before i see her.

she’s shouting at her bridesmaids, bless them.

‘what a lovely bride’ i think.

i turn and see her wearing what i assume is THE dress but i can’t decide as it looks more like a plump pastry.

this is not a wedding you’d expect him to be the groom of.

all this make my head dizzy.

just being here makes me go pale and feel as if a cage of butterflies have been released into my stomach.

as if he’s the one that’s marrying me.

maybe that’s why i’m here.

perhaps at the last minute i could snap him into his senses and make him meet me by the back door and we could ride off into the distance together.

maybe.

then comes the dreaded organ starts to play, as i slip behind the curtain ready to watch as the man i love is given away.

you come out in all your beauty mason. dressed in the nicest suit, which i’m guessing was his only choice in the wedding. he wears that gorgeous smile, which i can tell is fake, he looks gorgeous.

then she’s here.

strolling down the aisle, her head held high and makeup nicely done, that i feel angry and jealous.

but then one look on his face and i know.

i know that instead of her he sees me.

i just know it.

that’s why i just need him to look my way and confirm my thoughts. he doesn’t want her, he wants me.

but then i hear the preacher say the magic words.

“speak now or forever hold your peace”

it feels as if time has slowed down, as i emerge from the curtains, gasps sounding throughout the room from my objection. i regret it until he looks at me relieved. he turns and whispers his apologies to his bride and then begins his walk back down the aisle.

we can only look at each other.

and i feel at peace.

we grab each others hands and begin our new lives together.

a/n: i’m posting all these fics at once and i feel like they’re not good but oh well!

#mason mount x reader #mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount angst #mason mount blurb #mason mount fluff #mason mount x y/n

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 6 months

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Hi I was wondering if you could write maybe an angsty Terzo fic? Full creative freedom to you but I randomly started to think of "Why'd you only ever call me when you're high?" By artic monkeys fits him kinda in my eyes.

❝why’d you only call me when you’re high?❞

➵ “left you multiple missed calls and to my message, you reply…” —❤︎

pairing: terzo x gn!reader

theme: angst ❦

a/n: the way i am in love with this request. i love terzo and that song definitely fits him. hope you like angst

cw: alcohol consumption. substance abuse (weed). bittersweet ending. hints of terzo’s death. terzo being kinda neglectful of the reader. fighting-ish, lots of sad feelings

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“you’re doing it again, terzo.”

“doing what?”

“you know exactly what i mean.”

you just stood over terzo’s desk, tapping your foot with your arms crossed, gaze narrowed at the emeritus in a stern manner. meanwhile, terzo returned your gaze with an annoyed glare.

“leave me alone, y/n. i’m perfectly fine. i don’t need you babysitting me like i’m some toddler.” terzo spat back with a harsh tone, running his gloved hand through his raven-black hair while he directed his attention back to whatever alcohol he was downing.

“well i feel like i have to! you’re wasting your life away on all of this useless junk!” you retorted back, voice raising in pitch as you watched your lover just stay focused on the substances he was downing himself in.

it was a rather sad sight, and a difficult situation for the two of you. terzo has been incredibly stressed out as the era’s current frontman for the ministry.

you couldn’t blame him, it was not an easy job at all. from warding off jesus-preachers and hardcore christians from the ministry, to keeping everything in check with sister imperator and the ghouls.

it was only a matter of time before the work got to him.

why must he wash his sorrows away through the means of elicit liquor and powdered drugs?

“look at yourself, terzo! your face paint is all smudged, and you look like you haven’t slept in days. can you at least try to get your life together?” you asked with your hands on your hips, stepping over to get real close to terzo— who was still lazily hunched over his desk.

upon hearing your words, terzo scowled and shot up from his seat, turning to glare at you with a hiss. due to the sudden change in position, he stumbled a bit from the dizziness, and due to the side effects of the alcohol and weed.

“can you just fuck off, y/n? i’m a perfectly capable and responsible man. i don’t need your ass monitoring me.” terzo slurred out in an agitated and angered tone, shoving your shoulder. it took you aback.

this wasn’t like the sweet terzo you once knew. he was normally so heartwarming, always being gentle with you. his touch normally felt warm.

but this time, it was ice cold.

“terzo…” you trailed off, finding yourself at a loss for words. you just wanted your lover back. this wasn’t the same guy you once knew. whatever happened to that soft-spoken and flirty terzo?

because this man just looked bitter, like he hated himself, hated the world.

and yet, it didn’t look like he hated you.

terzo knew he was acting like a jackass to you, neglecting your affectionate needs and advances. but with everything that’s being onto him, how could he not? especially since his era is coming to a close soon, and a new era means that a new papa was going to come around.

he knew he was going to get replaced brutally, which is why he’s been so stressed. but terzo didn’t want to tell you that, even if he’s being a complete jerk and wasting his last few moments away.

“just get out of here, y/n. you don’t have to worry about me.” terzo tried to say coldly, but there was a hint of vulnerability in his voice, which you definitely picked up on.

despite this, all of the alcohol circulating in his bloodstream caused him to collapse, and blackout, almost hitting the floor. your reflexes were quick and you managed to catch terzo.

he looked incredibly miserable, even when he was passed out like this. sighing, you just brushed the hair out of his face.

“you idiot.” you mumbled to yourself, dragging terzo’s unconscious body to his room.

gently laying him down on the bed, you made sure to keep a trash fan nearby incase he needed to throw up when he woke up. terzo’s chest rose and fall with each heavy breath he took.

it would’ve looked so peaceful if it weren’t for terzo’s current condition. you wished you could’ve helped him more.

sighing, you put a hand over terzo’s, gently tracing circles in his palm while he slept.

maybe you could be the last bit of comfort terzo experiences before he perishes.

“goodnight, terzo.” you whispered softly, pressing a kiss against his cheek.

you never left his side that night.

#ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #papa terzo x reader #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #papa emeritus iii #ghost bc angst #angst fic #papa terzo #the band ghost #the band ghost x reader #kosmos ficlets

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titekuboisgross · 1 month

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My theory on why IR didn’t happen…

I used to be an active IchiRuki fan. I no longer am. I did have a dream about tumblr the other day tho and when I was on here that’s 90% of what I posted about. After the manga ended I ended up deleting my account. I was not only done with Bleach but anime in general. I have not watched or read Bleach since it ended. Which is nearly a decade. So my arguments won’t be as solid as they used to be when I could literally recite that series like a souther Baptist preacher can recite the Bible lol. But while I’m here (as I just made a temporary account to look at things for nostalgia’s sake) I have decided I want to post my ultimate theory as why IchiRuki didn’t happen.

So, first and foremost I want to mention I am not liberal, why do I mention my politics? Because I am about to say some things that I’m sure I’ll get attacked for by people claiming I’m just a crazy liberal. But I am actually a moderate that leans conservative, a rare thing for tumblr I know. I don’t make accusations of sexism lightly. I don’t just willy nilly call people sexist because I don’t like them. But I do think some people are sexist. Sexism is real and it’s a prevalent problem in Japan. And I think Kubo may be a misogynist.

And before you start rage typing at your keyboards please hear me out. This isn’t my theory, it’s actually my brothers who is even more on the conservative spectrum than I am. He REALLY doesn’t make claims like this lightly, but I really think he’s onto something. He said basically he believes if Kubo is telling the truth that he never intended on IchiRuki and always planned Ichihime that it’s likely because he’s sexist. Rukia is Ichigos equal, she’s smart, strong, and she stands up to Ichigo and tells him off when he needs to be told off. Orihime is I’m sorry Orihime fans, but she’s dumb, ditsy, airheaded, and most importantly submissive.

In Japan traditionally submissive women were looked upon as ideal. Obviously I know that things have changed with modern times and it’s gotten a lot better. But echos of Japans former sexist past still is present within their modern society. As are echos of our former sexist past. As a student of anthropology I can tell you women are just f**ked in most societies. While the “tiger mom” stereotype is very real do not let that fool you. The ideal TRADITIONAL wife in Japan is still very much one who is submissive to her husband. This is why Rukia could never be Ichigos lover. She was not submissive enough.

Anyway, this is my brothers theory and I think he may be onto something. I used to think, we ALL used to think Kubo was foreshadowing IchiRuki, but maybe he wasn’t? Maybe he really is just that much of a talentless hack. I mean was any of Bleach even any good besides the first two arcs? After the Soul Society arc that entire franchise became a shitshow. And IchiRuki wasn’t the only thing he foreshadowed that never amounted to anything. See this is what I mean where my arguments won’t be as strong because I haven’t read the series in years, but I know y’all know what I mean. There’s a tone of shit in Bleach that he introduced that never got brought up again. So much lore that was never developed and in the rare cases when it was it never made any sense. So maybe he is just talentless.

I used to think he intentionally gave Bleach a shit ending because he was fired. If you remember Naruto ended a year prior and Shonen Jump used the popular Naruto pairings kids to make a sequel series to milk the franchise. I always wondered if Kubo knew no one gave a shit about IchiHime and that it would be impossible to make a sequel with IchiHime kids. So he sacrificed his series so his enemies couldn’t prosper off it. That’s what I used to think he did. But I’ve since changed my mind. I was giving that man FAR too much credit. I don’t think he’s that clever to think to do that. I think he’s kinda stupid tbh. Sorry but I do. Anyway. This is all I’m posting. I again just made this account because I wanted to say hi to an old mutual I was shocked to see was still around. You can reply but I’m not gonna debate y’all like I used to. I’m over that shit now. My opinion stands and you can’t change it. Like it or hate it it’s my opinion and I’m entitled to it. If you’ve gotten this far and read all my post I hope you have a lovely day!

Edit: I forgot to add that before you say “well Kubo can’t be sexist because he creates strong female characters” THINK AGAIN! I love Quintin Tarantino but the man has said very misogynistic things in the past including that he thought a minor girl could consent. And he literally created the most badass female characters of all time. Some of my favorite female characters. Beatrix Kiddo and O-Ren-Ishi. Yes men who create strong female characters can be sexist. Never underestimate a man’s ability to demean a woman smfh

Anyway I am serious this is just a throwaway account I made so this is my only post so it’s also my goodbye post so,

#ichiruki

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mysticmunson · 2 years

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from the script; eddie munson

prompt: the preachers daughter decides to help eddie munson study shakespeare to take a glance into the life of a normal teenager. but when they become best friends, things become a tad more complicated

word count: 7.1k (whoopsies)

warning: smut (18+), religious themes, shame in regards to sex, let me know if i missed any :)

an: hi all, thank u again for 1,000 followers. i adore u all so much. i'm planning on making this a series, i'm unsure of how many parts, but yeah enjoy :)

an 2 : so this was fairly therapeutic for me as i am a spiritual christian, i was alienated and judged by church so i stepped away from it. (esp bc im queer so) but it was very interesting to dive into the shame that comes with growing up.

Friendships always seemed to sprout in strange places for Eddie Munson. He was a proud embracer of the obscure and strange, collecting a group of friends that stuck out amongst the town of Hawkins, Indiana. He loved his relationships with them, they were unabashedly themselves despite the judgment of fellow students or older people who didn’t understand. He shrugged it off, choosing to make his own little family inside the chaos.

Your family was known across the small town, your father had been the pastor at the central church since you were in diapers while your mom managed the place of worship. With a younger brother and sister, you assumed the role of the older sister/babysitter/mom figure. You were always involved in church, it was essentially your whole life besides school, and you had friends that were like family there.

You were in advanced classes in school, hanging out with church friends mostly, dodging a lot of the scandalous things of high school like sex and alcohol. While you loved your friends, you couldn’t help, but secretly long for the unknown.

You often caught yourself wondering if they ever considered taking a dip into the life of a regular 18 year old, branching outside the confines of your conditioning. While under the watchful gaze of not only your family, but the whole church, you found yourself crushing under pressure. College was on the horizon, life was speeding up, and yet, you didn’t know who you truly were outside of your relations.

When Mrs. Cain asked you to tutor Eddie, you agreed without asking your parents. You liked any opportunity to meet someone different from you, plowing through your shyness would be easier with an English book in hand.

You waited by the school's entrance after seventh period, filling out your monthly calendar with test dates and worship meetings, buying time before Eddie would arrive. You watched him exit, his boots scuffing across the concrete as he looked around. You gave a small wave when his eyes met your, putting your book in your bag and meeting him halfway. You introduced yourself briefly, sticking out a hand,

“I’m Eddie, I’ll be the biggest pain in your ass until the school year’s over.”

You shook your head, giggled, grabbing the straps of your bag. You knew he had heard of you, you had heard of him too, you wondered what he thought of you already. His eyes were boylike, kind, despite his grungy clothes that made the two of you standing side by side seem ironic. You both started walking as you suggested going to the local library, only a few blocks from school,

“Don’t mind if I smoke?” Raising a brow, holding it between his lips and hesitating lighting the stick until your okay, which you granted. You made a mental note to spray extra perfume before you walked inside your home tonight.

“I’m surprised the warden let you out of his sight, I thought he’d send a bodyguard with you when you said you’d help me.” He joked as you became flustered, you wished not everyone knew you and your family. But his words were true, your father was hesitant to let you help Eddie. You knew how to win him over though, “I fought him about it, said I would give you a Bible or something, if you wanted it.”

He chuckled as he blew out smoke, pink lips pouting out, continuing your walk in silence before reaching the destination. He grabbed the door, opening it up as the cool breeze reached your skin. You nodded, finding a quiet place to settle, finding a place in the very back. Eddie had to put out his cigarette, leaving him to trail in a few moments behind you. As he exhaled, he shook the unknowing nerves filling his chest.

He saw your pink dress swoosh in the back corner, sitting down and opening the textbook. He took his place beside you at the wooden table, looking over your shoulder, “So, the upcoming test is on Venus and Adonis by Shakespeare, it was his first published poem, that we know of, from 1593.”

Mumbling something about it being ancient under his breath, he watched as you described it passionately, “It’s about Venus, the goddess of love, and Adonis, a man who wants to hunt, but known for his beauty, and ignores her advances. She makes a whole journey to Earth to meet him, he’s uninterested, yet she remains adamant. I don’t want to spoil it all, so let's get started.” You chirped, placing the book between you two at the opening page, “Maybe we could read together, but I do the lines Venus says and you play Adonis? You’re into that roleplay stuff, right?”

The uncontained laugh rang through the library, an older woman shushing him from across the place, a hand covering your own mouth. He nodded, “Shit, I mean, something like that. I’m a dungeon master though, so I’m at a high level.” Puffing out his chest, brushing fake dust from his shoulder as you grinned,

“Sounds cool, I don’t think there's any dungeons in here though, so hunters will have to suffice.” You teased as you looked upon the creased pages, brushing hair from your face. He observed your features briefly, the first time he had been this close to you.

He watched your lips as you began reading the Modern English dialect, which always confused him to an extent, but your soft voice soothed him. He looked down at the page, realizing he needed to make a subtle attempt at grasping the content without his attraction to you derailing it.

“And yet not cloy thy lips with loathed satiety, But rather famish them amid their plenty, Making them red and pale with fresh variety— Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty. A summer’s day will seem an hour but short, Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.” Quoting the text, Venus’ words made you bashful, “Wow, he was one horny bastard.” You smacked his arm despite his chuckle, raising his hands in surrender.

You did most of the reading at first as Venus encountered a hesitant Adonis, begging for a kiss or any affection from the beautiful man. A monologue from Venus explained her frustrations, proclaiming love in spite of the lust dripping from her lips.

The multiple stanzas had Eddie in a trance as if you were the first one to write those words, calmly leaving your mouth as if you weren’t tangling him in intrigue. Your voice halted when an older woman said they had to close early today for cleaning.

“Sorry, I didn’t know that was happening, maybe we should continue next week-” Beginning with a hushed voice, but Eddie cut you off, “How about we go to my place? We can finish it there.” Your stomach flipped at the thought of having to tell your dad you had gone back to a boys home, but you agreed calmly. You recalled that you were home alone until tomorrow morning, a church retreat that you opted out of due to upcoming exams.

This paired with his gentle nature made you feel comfortable as you walked to his trailer, ignoring the curious stares of those who saw you. You hope none would bring it up to your father, not out of shame, but out of expectation of his ignorance. He wouldn’t give Eddie a fair chance.

“Ah, not much, but it’s home.” He sighed as you walked inside his abode, taking note of the varying mugs hanging from the wall. Guiding you to his room, he haphazardly threw some stuff around to make it appear more neat, cheekily smiling as he sat on his bed. You joined him, pulling the scripts again, handing him his as he fingers grazed against your skin. Chills etched across your arms, pulling away to flip to the correct page, hoping he wasn’t aware of the effect he had on you.

He whistled absentmindedly while finding where you had left off, “Adonis finally speaks in a few pages.” He smirked at your announcement, “I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment.” He cleared his throat dramatically before you continue,

“Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie; These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me; Two strengthless doves will draw me through the sky From morn till night, even where I list to sport me. Is love so light, sweet boy, and may it be That thou should think it heavy unto thee?”

Eddie couldn’t stop the blush that trailed on his cheeks at the pet name, placing a hand over his mouth in false concentration. He only realized it was his time when you looked at him expectantly, brows raised, as he stuttered out a few lines. He took a deep breath and said the words with more intensity as Adonis began his rant.

The rant was filled with rejection of Venus, striving for hunting and not to breed. He was glad the words hadn’t been so vulgar for him, knowing if they had been more lewd, he wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face.

“What am I that thou shouldst contemn me this? Or what great danger dwells upon my suit? What were thy lips the worse for one poor kiss? Speak, fair, but speak fair words, or else be mute. Give me one kiss, I’ll give it thee again, And one for interest if thou wilt have twain.”

The words of the hunter felt natural as he continued, your mind fixated on the way he presented himself. You thought of his Dungeons and Dragons group, how interactive and imaginative it was, having to act out different characters and concepts. If he was this intense during a reading assignment, his passion must be astonishing when he loves it.

As his rant concluded, you read the script descriptors of Venus’ cries, distraught over his negligence to her wants. While your innocence contradicted with the goddesses lust, you felt the ache to be touched as she did. Close to tears filled with need, one that wouldn’t be sedated until your wedding bed despite your body pleading for release.

The thoughts were pushed away as you sat up straighter, a nervous scratch covering your throat, “Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I’ll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer. Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale”

The carnal text left you stuttering, continuing, “Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.” Venus proclaimed, yet your words fell short as you heard Eddie's failed attempt to remain collected.

He grinned, debating on whether his crass commentary would be appealing to you, “Shakespeare was writing about eating a girl out and I still didn’t pay attention!” The gasp did fall from your lips as expected, but giggling followed suit, “Believe it or not, a lot of his plays have allusions to, hm, stuff?” Trailing out the words as if he was the one with little knowledge of sex, your openess allowed his teasing, “So this is what the preachers daughter gets off to?”

You scrunched your nose, squirming in your place, “I don’t ‘get off’ to anything! Let’s just get back to the book.” Your squeak made him laugh, finding your embarrassment endearing, “Well wait a damn minute, you don’t use anything?” He questioned, eyes widening as you smoothed out your pink dress, shaking your head.

Looking at Eddie made you feel different; The way his lips and eyes looked soft this close, his voice wavering between deep and standard, but his small touches had been most enticing. You wondered what they would feel like to grasp you, plush skin under his control with no contraceptives of clothes.

The guilt of your desires sunk in, face dropping midthought, standing up to grab your bag. He looked panicked, “Hey, wait, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” His voice was affable, making you turn around from the door. You hadn’t meant for your own hesitations to make him guilty, he had done nothing wrong, so you swallowed your nerves.

“It’s not you, I swear, it’s me. I shouldn’t be thinking this way-” A faint warmth flushed beneath your skin as his breath hitched, there were only so many ways he could’ve interpreted those words.

The part of you that cleaned the pews every Sunday wished he’d drop it and let you walk out, but the part of you beneath the covers of disgrace screamed. His voice dropped an octave, “What were you thinking about? I definitely don’t think it was about some horny dude from the 1500’s.” You stifle a laugh as you stare at your shoes, focusing on your white socks, “Touch.”

The words were barely audible, but they rang in Eddie’s head like a holy hymn. He gazed at your demure demeanor, soft colored pastel against the blacks and reds across his walls.

The air was awkward, “It makes you feel guilty, doesn’t it?” He asked, you nodded and while he rarely found himself feeling sorry for someone who ‘fit in’, he felt bad. Everyone knew you as a preacher's daughter and it was ironic that the same community who looked upon her for perfection, complaining when it lacked, was the same group that wanted him out of Hawkins.

A community of people who were supposed to embrace differences met one of their own with the same judgment as an outcast, when there shouldn’t be anyone left out to begin with.

The people he surrounded himself with were experienced with vulgarity, leaving him at a loss for words at someone virtuous, “You don’t have to feel bad, ya know? It’s natural.” The words made you look up and sit on the edge of the bed, “You should do what you want to, especially if it doesn’t harm anyone else. You don’t have to please everyone all the time.”

“I want to please myself.” Blurting the words right in his face, it was too late to take them back in. While the pleasing was different in context, he immediately knew what you meant, still a bit astonished at your brassiness.

“And that’s fine! I started jerking it at 12.” Smiling as you sheepishly grinned, running a hand through your hair. You bit your lip in concentration, unsure of what conclusion you were attempting to reach as you slipped off your shoes, he looked cautiously. “I don’t know how to, really, how do you do it?”

All the air left his stomach as he attempted to calm his mind from the erection threatening to crest. He leaned against his bed frame with a pillow in his lap, just in case.

He looked down, softly chuckling, “Well, the way I do it is different from yours, if you didn’t go to sex ed.” You rolled your eyes, insisting you knew the difference between body autonomy, resting against the opposing side of his bed. “Alright, alright, I get it you passed biology. So you know what a clit is?”

He expected more apprehension at his forwardness, but you nodded, “Well that’s usually the best case scenario, there's a shitload of nerves there. Try rubbing it, keep a good pace, and, uh, reach down further to help make it, hm, more wet?” Questioning his own explanation, he tried to think of anything but you. He could see the interest in your features, like he was uncovering a mystery no one had heard of, which in your case was true, “Can I try?”

While you stuttered the words, he froze, making your heart race faster. He nodded, awaiting you to pull back and leave, pretending it never happened. But he watches your sparkling nails dip under your dress, feet planting to make your knees bent. He could see your white panties, a small wet patch in front of your cunt, forcing a groan down his throat. Your hand disappeared under the material, tentatively dipping into your neediness to drag it up to your clit. Your breath got caught as you applied subtle pressure.

As your eyes fluttered shut, a gentle moan left your glossed mouth, “That’s it. Try speeding up a bit, might help.” He was unsure if he was supposed to be coaching, but you obeyed instantly, watching your fingers trapped beneath material.

Playing with his lip, trying to dissociate the lust beneath him. He felt a bit perverted witnessing this moment, a woman discovering herself, despite it being your idea.

“Eddie.” The whimper fell naturally, but your eyes flew open and your hand pulled away. He saw your fingers glisten, “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“Do it again, please.” His gaze never left your slick hands as they trailed back to your underwear, working at a faster speed. He gripped the blue pillow upon his lap, knowing he was growing harder at your following whimper of his name.

Your breath matched the pattern of the circles on your nerves as you whined, avoiding his name in shame, followed by a shutter. You had been hit with your climax, continuing until it stung. He wished he could suck your hands clean, dying to know how you tasted like on both sets of lips.

Your eyes fluttered open, hazy as you smiled, “Oh, that’s much more fun than Shakespeare.”

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Eddie wasn’t sure how the days following were supposed to happen, but it seems like nothing had even happened. You came over to his trailer, studied Venus and Adonis thoroughly and whatever classes he was struggling with, and you would leave. There was no mention of your discovery on his worn mattress, just the erotic words leaving your character. The only difference is you two became friends, finding time to talk and listen to music after finishing your work.

When you would leave, he would go back to that first night in his bed, imagining more of you exposed. His thoughts were consumed by you, causing a mild hindrance on his extracurriculars like Hellfire and Corroded Coffin. For the first time, his grades were doing well, he was even accused of cheating that was contradicted by taking the test in front of the teacher alone.

He was so enamored by you, that it made him strive to please you, to see that soft smile. He was like a puppy, running up to you after the halls were empty to cheer over a C. You were always supportive, hugging him tightly where he could smell your vanilla perfume.

As you sat across from him on his bed, opening the worn book as usual, reaching the point where Adonis’ horse had run away with a fellow horse. This leaves him stranded as Venus begs for his affection, an argument ensues, causing her to faint.

“They see sex differently,” You had started to explicitly say what the two characters were inferring, “While Venus interprets Adonis beauty as his peak for procreation, Adonis believes he needs more time to develop himself. It makes you question at what age is sex scandolous or normal.The only difference is that Adonis is being pressured by Venus, in some ways tricked by her, which based on other depictions of her is odd.”

He nodded as you explained, focusing on your furrowed brows, “But that is seemingly what Shakespeare wanted, to flip the typical ways of the Greek gods. Most stories of the gods are women being pestered. Venus would, typically, never beg for a man.”

Eddie nods, too focused on you to really give the dissection too much thought. He knew you would want an answer nonetheless, “So Venus is a weirdo and Adonis doesn’t want her, but gets worried when he thinks she died?”

“Exactly. She faints, he kisses her so she wakes up, she begs him to visit tomorrow. He doesn’t want to, though, he wants to hunt a wild boar. She gets a vision of him being murdered by the boar. That’s where we’re at.”

Nodding through your recap, he watches your neck that is exposed due to your ponytail. Your skin looks soft, veins slightly prodding when you turn your head, he wishes he could kiss you. He couldn’t stop thinking about you.

“Shit, so this boar is gonna kill him?” His eyes widened, looking down at the pages.

“Yup,” Popping the ‘P’ at the end, “But we have to listen to Venus first.” He groans, thumping his head against the wall. He played up the dramatics, despite being infatuated with your soothing voice.

Letting him begin the narrator's monologues, he watched through his peripherals as you laid on your back, placing your legs over his. He was glad you weren’t afraid to get comfortable anymore.

The scenes continued, becoming less suggestive and more dramatic. Your mind had focused on Eddie’s hands, resting on your calf, thumb stroking in slight circles. You remembered when you pleasured yourself, wishing he were the one to do it, just as he caressed you now. Biting your lip in concentration, you hadn’t realized it was your turn to read.

Curiosity did have a hold over him as he watched you, “What are you thinking about?”

Feeling a bit sheepish, you twisted to find comfort, “You’re thinking about it again.” He didn’t even need to question it after giving it a moment, knowing the same face you had those few days ago was here again.

Why was he so accustomed to your face of need, it was becoming sad that your lack of control was so apparent. You did agree to his statement silently, picking off your nail polish with nervous energy, but his warm hand covered yours. “It’s nothing to feel bad about, if it makes you feel better, I’m a horny deviant.”

Eddie was the only boy you felt comfortable around, you didn’t have to put on an act, which was ironic since a lot of your time together was spent reading a play. But you weren’t playing a perfect young woman with him.

“Can you teach me how to make a man feel happy?” Despite your timid question, it felt so eroitc as you sat up, face meere inches from his, legs still over his.

“I mean, a brand new guitar makes me horny.” Teasing as you groaned, shoving your face against his shoulder.

“Alright, alright, what do you want to know?” Damn, what didn’t you want to know.

“There’s a boy, I want to learn how to pleasure him.” His heart sank a bit, unsure who you were even speaking of, but he agreed. He may be a practice run, but it was better to experience you for a few moments, than not at all.

“Well, there’s a few ways. What do you want to do?” You looked at him, eyes wide and kind as you shifted to sit on him. Straddling his thighs, you placed your hands on his belt.

“Is this okay?” You questioned quietly, he nodded, breathing deep as you undid his pants. Rubbing his growing bulge over his black boxers, “Do you want to feel good too?” He asked, placing his hands tentatively on your hips.

Mouth hanging open slightly, you nodded, but he put a finger under your chin to close your lips. “You’ll catch flies.”

He pulled you in closer, shoving his jeans to his mid thighs to give you more comfort as he rocked you back and forth against him. Sighing in relief, you placed your hands on his shoulders, looking down at your lap where your dress blocked your vision. You felt him growing harder underneath you.

He could feel you becoming wet through your thin panties, he thought about how easy he could fuck you like this, make you feel like you were both falling apart. You let out soft whimpers against his throat, the feeling of pleasuring yourself was still foreign, but you liked when Eddie would groan under you.

“Am I doing it right?” You whimpered as he gulped, nodding and accidentally flicking his hips up, causing you to squeal. “Shit, sorry.” Laughing as he watched you regained your tempo, smiling against him.

“Tell me how you feel?” Eddie asked, helping you steady your hips with his hands as you began to shake. You cried out at the feeling between your legs, tingling and warm, and the feeling of his cock through his boxers. “C’mon, tell me.”

“It feels good, really good.” Was all you could muster, fingers pressing deeper against his skin as you tried to withhold the bubbling emotions. You were becoming desperate in his lap, throwing away any inhibitions as you leaned your hands against his thighs behind you.

Rolling your hips against his, he choked out a moan, “Oh fuck” He was losing his composure as you threw your head to the side, eyes shut in bliss, “You’re doing so good, gonna make me come.”

“Please” You weren’t sure why you wanted him to come so bad, but you made it your mission with the little information you did know. You noticed how his mouth fell open when you pressed harder, having to remind yourself this started because you wanted to pleasure a partner.

With a few more forceful thrusts, he was coming and gripping your hips harsher than before. He rubbed up against you, cursing out with a groan. Lying limp against the wall, you leaned close to him until he opened his eyes.

He hadn’t come in his pants since he was a young teen, but you had just done it to him. Even worse is he would do it a million times over with you. His eyes were glossy as you placed a finger beneath his chin, pushing it up to close his mouth.

“You’ll catch flies.”

—----

“So, who’s the guy?”

You choked on a breath as you read the script, nearing the end of Venus and Adonis, “It’s Adonis, it hasn’t changed-”

“No, I mean the guy you said you were interested in and went on a date with yesterday?” Eddie asked, looking at you in your usual spot at the tail end of his bed. You were wearing a white sundress, looking more angelic than normal.

He recalled two weeks ago when you had made him come in his pants, your motive being that you wanted to learn to please a man. You felt a tad guilty knowing the guy you wanted was Eddie.

He had become your closest friend in the weeks you spent at his trailer, finding honest feelings towards him. Whenever you made friends with boys, there was usually a hidden motive by the older people at church, especially as you got older. You were 18, a few months away from graduation, and while you were unsure of your path, there were people planning it. Your family had begun discussing the idea of pairing you with another church family, The Marsh’s.

Their 21 year old son, Gregory Marsh, was in insurance, a devout member of the church and community. He was tall, hair cut short, but not quite shaved. He always had a clean face, smelling of aftershave and cologne. He was handsome, always dressing in work pants and a button up, like a real adult.

You had known Gregory since you were babies, you didn’t think of him in any special way, nowhere near how you felt with Eddie. No one made you feel how he did. But as your adulthood outside high school pended, you were expected to go steady with someone, and either go to college or become a stay at home wife to get the babies made and tended to.

You went out for ice cream with him after work and it was nice. He was kind, handsome, and even a bit funny. But it didn’t feel the same as when you were with Eddie, where everything felt so natural. You hadn’t even kissed Gregory, opting for a side hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Wishing you could just tell Eddie that every thought that passed in your mind was of him, you swallowed your pride, “Uh, Gregory Marsh. My parents want to set me up with him.”

He gulped, he had grown accustomed to the you outside his trailer and the you within. He knew you probably didn’t feel that strongly about Gregory, based on your body language that slouched and the nervous tick of playing with your nails.

Despite this, he nodded understandingly, “Cool. Let’s get into it.” Picking up at Adonis' monologue in an attempt to leave Venus, Eddie stood up to stretch and remained planted as he began.

“You will fall again Into your idle over-handled theme. The kiss I gave you is bestowed in vain, And all in vain you strive against the stream, For, by this black-faced night, desire’s foul nurse, Your treatise makes me like you worse and worse.” Shakespeare wrote of Adonis, but the words from the man before you stung. You wondered if he regretted the moments you shared.

Venus spends the night weeping after Adonis flees, a sick feeling of abandonment taunting your stomach at the thought of this coming true for you. While you two hadn’t kissed, you had both seen each other orgasm inside clothes. When Venus sleeps, she wakes to beg for his safety so you stand to recite it in front of him.

“O thou clear god and patron of all light, From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow The beauteous influence that makes him bright, There lives a son that sucked an earthly mother May lend thee light, as thou dost lend to other.” Eddie wanted to snicker at the line about breastfeeding, but looked to see you before him. He was still caught off guard by your gentle nature, like for moments he would forget.

As they read, wandering around the room, eyes glued to the pages as Venus runs to find Adonis. She approaches to find him dead, while you both had known it was coming, the words felt weighted in real time.

“Since thou art dead, lo, here I prophesy” The text began, “Sorrow on love hereafter shall attend; It shall be waited on with jealousy, Find sweet beginning but unsavory end, Ne’er settled equally, but high or low, That all love’s pleasure shall not match his woe.”

With the words of unwavering affection leaving your lips, Eddie’s eyes met just inches away. The words were honest, you weren’t sure there was any emotion close to this. He tried to snap out of his trance, but only found himself approaching.

He tucked hair behind your ear, “Can we talk about my favorite scene?” You agreed, breath subsiding as his fingers trailed against your neck. He was so close to you.

“Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.”

The way he quoted the centuries old text made you believe he lived and breathed it. He was rarely serious, but he was now. Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips brushed against yours to focus on the other side of your neck, wishing he would just kiss you.

“Stray lower.” He mumbled, hovering his hands over your hips while making an invisible path against your throat with his mouth. His lips didn’t pucker despite the want to.

“Stray lower.” You responded meekly, his hand going down to push the hem of your dress up. He walked you back to his bed, letting you fall against it as he knelt before you. You rested on your elbows, peering down at him as he kept eye contact and they only departed when he pulled your panties down.

“Fuck me.” He mumbled, swiping his thumb against your folds that were becoming slick. You shivered at the foreign feeling, trying to focus on anything, but the fact Eddie was on his knees for you.

You weren’t even entirely sure what he was going to do as he spread your legs further, groaning. He began rubbing your clit in small circles, testing the waters to hear you gasp. He watched as your pussy fluttered, becoming more soaked with every stroke.

“How does it feel?” Eddie asked, watching as you attempted to make eye contact only to look away with a pleasant sigh. “Good.” You stuttered as he slipped a finger inside you, clenching at the sudden intrusion.

“Did he touch you like this?” He questioned, skimming the sensitive area inside of you. You shook your head, whimpering as he placed another finger in. His thumb left your clit as his mouth immediately attached itself causing you to choke on your own breath.

“N-No ones touched me, I haven’t even kissed anyone.” He snickered against your clit, sending vibrations in your body while flushing with embarrassment. “You let me spread your legs before your first kiss? You’re gonna kill me.”

You whined as the feeling became more intense, a slight throb in your lower half as Eddie continued to please you. He felt you beginning to tense and sped his pace, glancing up to your blissed face.

He couldn’t stomach the thought of anyone seeing you like this. He had never had a real girlfriend, but he had never felt this urge to protect, even with one night stands. He wanted you all to himself.

“Shit.” Your voice cried quietly as you rode out your climax, trembling with sensitivity. Eddie’s face rose, a surprised, yet happy, expression as he straddled you on the bed. He made sure to hover over your hips, but looked down at you, out stretching his arms as far as they could go.

“You just cursed! I made you come and curse!” He laughed, tilting his head back, knowing he was making you even more flustered. “I, Eddie the Banished, made the holy one curse. That’s it! The skys gonna fall, the floods and the droughts are coming. Didn’t know the end of the world would feel this great.”

You giggled at his rambling, covering your face with your elbow as he finished his rant. He pulled it away, face close to yours as he grinned, expecting himself to tease you once more. But the grin slowly fell as you stared at each other.

He wanted to kiss you more than ever, looking fucked out and needy. He thought he was going to until nerves got the best of him, laying beside you on his bed. Your breathing was still deep as you shut your eyes, trying to regain composure.

“So…” He trailed off, leaning against his elbow to look at you open your eyes, “Did I corrupt your mind with the art of cunnilingus.”

“Is that the only big word you know?” You teased, his eyes rolling with a smirk, “I know more, but I like to space them out, wins over the ladies.”

You laid there, looking up at the ceiling as he rested, perched beside you. The free hand played with the ends of your hair sprawled on his pillow, you could barely feel it.

“Do you like George?” He questioned, his face hard to read as he focused on the strands between his fingers. You froze for a moment, “He’s nice, he’ll make my parents happy.”

“Okayyy, but do you like him?” He repeated, looking down at your face, but you looked the other way. You remained silent, you didn’t want to answer. For him it was a simple question, but for you? There was a calculation behind it, it didn’t just involve your personal feelings, but everyone else's.

“You know who I like? Adonis, let’s finish, we’re almost done.” You rose from the bed, crawling over Eddie’s legs to grab your book that had fallen on the bed. He huffed, “Let’s get this shit over with.”

As you attempted to stand, you felt like a baby deer, squeaking as your legs gave out. You were able to balance yourself before falling, flattening your dress while Eddie just sat with a satisfied smirk at your state.

—-

“In her light chariot quickly is conveyed, Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen Means to immure herself and not be seen.”

The final words of Shakespeare’s first work left your mouth, the silence hanging as Venus retreated in pain and Adonis laid dead. You shut the book, walking to your bag to shove it in as Eddie stood in the corner, one hand on his hip as he observed the final page.

“So that’s it.” He shut the book, tossing it on his bed. He knew he needed help with other classes, but he also knew he was doing significantly better after your help. He kind of wished he wasn’t so involved so that you could stay for more days.

“Yeah.” You announced, turning on your heels to face him, lips pursed to a straight line.

“It was good.” He stuttered, licking his lips nervously. He regretted that instantly as he still could faintly taste you from an hour before, sucking in a sharp breath.

“Yeah, it’s more fun to read with a friend. Maybe we could read the next play together?” You suggested, seeing his eyes light up as a grin snuck onto his face. Before you could even realize what was happening, his arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you into the air and spinning.

“I have a friend, I have a friend.” He sang as you laughed, folding over his shoulder, “And you’re about to not have one!” You yelped, using your spare hand to smack his lower back.

“Hey, hey! You can’t tell me shit, I won you over, admit it. Eddie the fuckin’ Banished conquered the holy daughter.” He gloated, voice deeper in false dramatics. You fake gasped as he set you down, radiating joy from his features.

“You didn’t conquer shit!” You smacked a hand over your own mouth, both sets of eyes going wide as Eddie jumped amused. He put a pointed finger in your face, “Yes, I did! You’re cursing like a sailor!”

“No! If anything, I conquered Eddie the Banished because he is now passing his classes.” You crossed your arms, puffing up your chest as you looked him up and down. He squeezed his lips together, looking up as if in thought before lunging, tickling your sides.

Squealing and attempting to push him away, he finally stopped and bolted for his living room. When you ran after him, he stood with both hands up in protection, as if he were in a karate stance. You held your fists up, jumping back and forth like in fighting movies.

“Not to brag, Eddie the Banished, but I was forced to see Rocky twice by my dad. I’m not afraid of a fight.” This was a lie as Eddie had once watched you cry when he accidentally stepped on a lizard on the way home from school.

You both walked around the small coffee table, eyes glued to each other with eyebrows raised until he ran back to his bedroom, slamming his door.

“Eddie!” Slamming fists against his door, his back pressed on the other side to keep it shut.

“La la, can’t hear you! Don’t want to get beat up by Miss Rocky out there.” He strained his voice loudly, covering his ears with his fingers. You pretended to walk away, marching in place and letting them fall quiet. He timidly opened the door to you pushing through, falling right into his chest, pushing past him to give you space.

A strand of hair stuck to your lip gloss as you cheered, pulling it away, “I did it, I did it!”

Eddie placed the back of his palm against his forehead, grabbing his chest with the other before falling in a melodramatic fashion. He moved both hands to fake a sword going into his abdomen, back arching before arms flailed to his side.

“She got me, it’s over, all that reading for nothing.” He breathlessly whispered, closing his eyes, sticking his tongue out to the side. You got a random drum stick from his dresser counter, poking his stomach as he howled, pulling it towards him to take you to the floor with him.

“Eddie the Banished has the last laugh,” You draped a hand over your forehead as he had, “Miss Rocky is dead by drumstick persuasion.” He clutched you to his chest and rolled over, going dead weight as you whined his name.

“Nope, you’re dead, sorry.” He muffled against his floor, head over your shoulder. You hated the fact that his stupidity was leaving you craving more, his hair right near your nose where you could smell his shampoo.

“Your hair smells like the beach.” You hummed, he popped up with a mix of bewilderment and delightment, sitting up next to you.

“You talk a lot for a dead person, ya know?” He quipped, trying to ignore your sweet comment in favor of your usual banter.

“I resurrected myself.” You shrugged, lifting your back from his stiff floor.

“Uh, no, can’t do that.”

“Well I just did, so.” You stated flatly, standing up and grabbing your bag that had fallen off during your brawl, only halting when you felt arms grabbing your leg.

“You wouldn’t leave me here to rot, would you?” He gave you his best puppy eyes, which wasn’t hard as they looked so soft normally. You found your favorite color within his iris’.

“You killed me!” You exclaimed, attempting to shake him off as he looked offended.

“It was pure self defense, sweetheart, can’t be running up on a dungeon master like that.” He explained, standing up to look at your astonished face.

“You’re not very good at being a dungeon master then…” You exaggerated, his face falling while his eyes squinted, shaking his head. Although it was all in good spirits, his glance made you want to squirm, he had such a hold of you.

“Oh you’ll regret that.” He taunted, raising his hands to sweep against your sides again, but only jolting towards you to see you run to his living room once more. He clapped, pumping his fists with victory as you meekly waved.

“Bye Eddie.” You beamed, turning to walk out his door as he said his goodbye, following your typical route.

His heart continued to race as he stood in silence, peaking out his window shades to see you walking. He teared himself away, walking back to his bed to flop on top of his covers, smiling at the thought of the next assignment.

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