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pinkrelish · 2 years

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𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

bestfriend!eddie x fem!reader

✶ Dreams were meant to die in small towns like Hawkins. No amount of hours bleeding on the balance beam would pull you out of poverty and turn you into the gymnastics star your mother wanted. Some days, when it was just you and Eddie hanging out in the field behind his trailer, or in his room; it didn't matter. But, one day, an opportunity presented itself, and it's one Eddie would never forget. Nor forgive. ✶

NSFW — angst, eventual smut, best friends to enemies to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, drug/alcohol mention/use, disordered eating by proxy of parent, depictions of poverty

chapter: 1/15 [wc: 2.7k]

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Chapter 1: Eddie's Favorite Memory

——1979——

Alone in his room, Eddie plucked the worn strings of his cheap acoustic guitar along to the music playing through his stereo, learning the song by ear. Missing a few notes, he lifted the needle off the record and dropped it back in place at the beginning, but as he did so, another sound caught his attention.

Was today the day?

He raced to the door. The trailer shook as he went, rattling the beginnings of his father’s eccentric mug collection hung on the wall. He threw the screen door open with such vigor it smacked the aluminum siding and wobbled on its hinges. Up the unpaved street, dirt clouds trailed a car like the flaming wings of a chariot.

The red Ford Pinto rolled to a stop in front of his home, and much to his disappointment, it was only the mail lady driving with her leg straddling the center console to control the pedals and her arm stretched across to the steering wheel, nearly running him over. She didn’t say anything; she merely continued to chew her gum and motion for him to take the tiny cardboard box from her hand.

Eddie snatched it and read the label. “Maybe today won’t be so shit.”

She scowled. “Cool it on the cursing, kid.”

He waited until she reversed onto the main road and drove away to flip two glaring birds in her rearview mirror. “Whatever, bitch.” Excited to rip open his package, he shredded it down the middle and tossed aside the bubble wrap.

A gust picked up the rustling plastic.

Rocks crunched under car tires behind him.

“I can’t believe it actually came,” he spoke aloud with raised eyebrows. He opened the plastic casing and inspected the clear cassette, looking over the handwritten tracklist on the inside. Weighing it in his hand, he reasoned with himself, “I must not be tempted to listen to this before she–”

“Eddie!”

He nearly dropped the treasure he’d been anticipating since he met that weird old man at the flea market who swore Eddie’s $5 could get him a bootleg live recording of Pink Floyd’s Oakland concert from two years ago. Of course he paid and jotted down his address without a second thought.

“Eddie!” you shouted again, jumping out of the moving car because you couldn’t wait for your mom to park in the dead grass next to the trailer across the street. You scooped him into a bone-crushing hug, extending your back to lift him off the ground. At least, you thought you did, until his Converse nudged your toes, firmly on the ground.

He grew another damn inch.

Cackling at your pitiful efforts, he mocked you, “That’s what happens when you’re gone too long.”

“It was only a month,” you grumbled.

Eddie wrapped his arms around you, clasping his forearms across the span of your shoulders. Holding you tighter than he meant to since he was still regaining his balance..

No. He did intend to embrace you until you laughed in his ear, telling him it hurt.

It was unfortunate; the impending societal awareness that crept into every innocuous action, every clothing choice, every decision to buy nice-smelling shampoos, or forgo them in lieu of generic deodorant. It existed in his muscles tensing you against him. It spelled trouble in his sandy blond hair darkening, and the wispy growth above his top lip thickening. No one could point out the exact time in a young person’s life when it became inappropriate to hug your best friend, but he was on the cusp of discovering it with how your mother stared him down from behind your back.

Smoke billowed in front of her face. “Be back for dinner,” your mom muttered around the half-burnt cigarette between her lips. Grabbing her gaudy purse and empty beer can from the dash, she used her hip to close the door, and went inside to pass out on the couch for the rest of the day.

“Whaddya get?”

“Hm?” Eddie blinked away his glare and separated himself from you, putting a significant distance between you. “Oh, ho! You have spotted my newest acquisition. Delivered by boat just this morn’.”

You pulled a grimace. “Talk normal, please.” Smirking, he flipped the cover of the cassette towards you. “Shit!” You covered your mouth. “Oops..” After a thought, you shook your head and relaxed your shoulders, knowing your mom couldn’t hear you out here. Still, you kept your voice down out of instinct. “Are you fucking serious? I’ve wanted to listen to this concert for so long; I can’t believe you just– Wait.. You don’t even like Pink Floyd that much. You said they’re too ‘soft.’”

“Yeah, but you like them.”

“But it’s your birthday.”

“Who cares?”

“Was it expensive?”

Again, he said, “Who cares?”

You scanned the rundown trailer park. “Uh, we do?”

Fluttering his fingers about, he waved off your incessant questioning. “What’s with the third degree? Are we listening to it, or not?”

“Duh,” you scoffed. You headed for his room, assuming you would play it on his tape deck, but of course, he had something else up his torn sleeve. You almost ran face-first into his outstretched arms stopping you from taking another step. “What now?”

“Wait out back in our spot. I have another surprise.. And you wouldn’t happen to have two double AA batteries, would you?”

~~~

After several minutes, and many, many, uses of the Lord’s name in vain later, Eddie found what he was looking for in his messy closet and bolted outside to meet you. He waded through an endless sea of wispy dry weeds parting the horizon from the deteriorating trailers to the edge of the woods where the top of your head poked above the grass. You gave him time to settle in next to you before you were laying down on the slope of the withered ditch littered with remnants of previous misadventures.

“Look,” he said. You opened your eyes to mostly a view of his ratty jacket overtop his Judas Priest tee. He flaunted the box over your face. “A gift from my old man. He thought I turned thirteen in June.”

You gave him a look. “A gift, huh?”

He opened the blue and silver metal Sony Walkman by slicing down the middle of the hefty price sticker with a pocket knife and bounced his eyebrows. “He got it for me the day it came out while you were gone.” As if it weren’t obvious, he wiggled his five fingers.

“I got it, Eddie.”

Clearly having a disdain for the environment, he lobbed the styrofoam trash amongst the other trash partially petrified in the mud; cigarette stubs, crushed cans, the odd broken plastic item, a bent butter knife, an old lighter, a pile of burnt magazine pages; truly random things. He placed the batteries in the Walkman, put in the tape, and scrolled the volume wheel all the way up.

Faint music played from the tiny earmuffs. He laid next to you, and without discussing it, he flipped the headphones upside down and you both rolled onto your sides, cupping one side each around your ears. Leaning your heads together to listen to the beginning chords of Pink Floyd’s Sheep.

In the early golden sunset, Eddie asked amongst the calm, “How was gymnastics camp? Learn any new tricks?”

“I landed a handspring front layout into a double twist.”

“I have no idea what that means, but I’m gathering it’s impressive,” he said, brimming with a toothy grin to match your own.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty good.”

“Will I be getting an invite to the Olympics?”

You rolled your eyes in a playful way; however, he perceived the flicker of resentment lurking in the background, and it was impossible to ignore how quickly your smile faded considering how close your lips were to his. “Like hell they’d come to some place like Indiana, much less Hawkins, to scout talent. They go to big meets in big cities. Doesn’t matter anyway, you know they don’t bother with people like us who can’t afford to keep the lights on at the start of the month, or whose water pipes smell like rotten eggs on the regular.” Not exactly a funny statement, but he snorted at the accuracy. With a defeated sigh, you turned onto your back and folded your arms across your chest. The hem of your tattered shirt slid against your leotard, revealing the shimmery fabric under the fading sky. “Besides, they want girls younger than me, better than me.”

“Damn. And I thought I was supposed to be the pessimistic one.”

“You’re right.” You gave him an apologetic look. “I’ll join the circus instead. Anyway, how was your summer?”

“Boring. We put together a song or three,” he said about his band. “Third one isn’t anything worth bragging about. It’s still in the jamming stage. Another session and it’ll be shaped into something presentable, maybe.”

“Nice, can’t wait to hear it.”

You bumped fists and resumed focusing on the concert playing in a suboptimal manner, of which neither of you could fully enjoy. It would’ve been easier to stay inside and play it over the stereo, singing along to the lyrics while you sat on his bed, and he on the floor. But inside meant being reachable by phone. Inside meant parental intervention. Inside meant being controlled.

Outside sucked, too. There were bugs, the grass was itchy, and a chill was creeping in. But no one could find you out here. This sanctuary belonged to you and Eddie. No one else.

In this substantial field, there was only space for you and him. Just you and him. Like always.

Coming to life at the end of a song, you jabbed his hand holding the Walkman. “Rewind it. Play Wish You Were Here again.”

“Jesus, corpses have warmer hands than you,” he hissed, obeying your request and hitting the rewind and play buttons. Then, he sat up and shrugged his jacket off, being gentle where he pulled at the cuffs due to the holes he’d worn in them. He dropped it on top of you. You opened your mouth, ready to refuse, and he shook his head. “You can keep it.” Keep it. Wear it often. Occupy yourself by snuggling into his warmth, because even in the pitch black night, he swore the stars would rat out his burning cheeks.

The Walkman clicked. The tape stopped whirring, at its end.

Holding shy eye contact in the sliver of moonlight, he laid back down.

Play it again.

Click.

Play it again.

Click.

Play it again.

The recording wasn’t a high grade one. It had static interference, there were loud thuds that scared the both of you the first time they happened, but.. This is where you wanted to be. Where he wanted to be. Propped cheek to fist, idly shoveling dirt with your fingers until your eyelids drifted closed. Obligations, anxieties, fears did not exist in the comfort of one another’s presence.

Click.

You interrupted the sleepy cricket’s song, “I guess it’s time for me to go home.”

“Doesn’t have to be,” he whispered.

“She’s easier to deal with when I’m only two hours late,” you said, standing up, putting on his jacket. “Wanna come over for dinner?” Your sarcasm could be detected for miles.

“I have a box of stale cereal with my name on it, but thank you for the gracious invitation, oh Benevolent One.”

He performed a waist-deep bow. You curtsied.

Giggling, you walked away and promised you’d see each other tomorrow. “Bright and early, Munson! Maybe even before noon this time.”

“Ab-so-lutely not!” he yelled back, biting his lip to rid himself of the widest smile he’d had all summer. How could he not smile when you were back?

In fact, he couldn’t imagine a world in which he wouldn’t smile this big when you were next to him.

~~~

Daring to open the creaky front door, you knew not to expect the savory waft of cooked food, but the sting of alcohol in your nose was stronger than usual. More powerful than the usual rank mildewy smell of dust-covered garbage. The TV was blaring. Your mom was slouched into the corner of the couch; an opened six pack beside her and a bottle of spirits tilted in her hand. Her glazed over eyes were watching the news, though you suspected she was taking none of it in.

Your senses were on high alert. If you were quiet, meek like a mouse, you may be able to–

“Uh-uh.” Your body responded to her voice on instinct, closing the refrigerator. “No dinner. Not until your sets of fifty.” She snapped repeatedly and pointed at the middle of the floor where normal families had a coffee table. “Crunches, sit-ups, push-ups, whatever else Coach said. You looked sloppy next to that Level 10 girl, and it won’t happen again. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And take off that jacket. It smells like pot. People will get the wrong idea about you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

——1985——

As if your heart wasn’t in your throat already, your stomach churned and sank the moment you saw the Forest Hills Trailer Park sign.

Broken out in cold sweat. Wet palms struggling to turn the thin steering wheel towards the set of two trailers across from each other at the end of the lot. Shaking to the brink of exhaustion. You ran on black coffee and the pure adrenaline of almost hitting enough deer, it made you think twice about crying when Bambi’s mother died.

The car engine purred as you sat there thinking about why you were here again. Not a nice purr of a kitten, more like a sickly lion locked a zoo that needed to be put down a year ago.

Sucking in a breath, you decided to get it over with. You grabbed the white envelope in the passenger’s seat and stepped out into the sun, squinting. The stairs to the front door were concrete. An upgrade from the weathered wood they used to be. The screen door was missing–ripped off its hinges, so you knocked on the main one; it sounded hollow and metallic. Nostalgic in a way.

The knob turned.

“Oh, God,” you exhaled at the peephole.

When the door was replaced by someone other than the person you were expecting, you assumed your face painted in dread did wonders to alleviate his equally confused expression.

“Boy, I haven’t seen you in a long time, Girlie.”

“Mr. Munson!” You brightened upon seeing Eddie’s uncle. Relieved, actually. “How have you been?”

His grayed mustache lifted at the corners, showing off his teeth in a rather innocent way despite his gruff exterior. “Could be better, could be worse.” There was a deep grog to his voice, having just been disturbed from sleeping off his night shift at the plant. “You lookin’ for Eddie?”

“Yeah, is he here?”

He rocked his head back and forth as any guardian would when speaking about their miscreant nephew with a twinkle in their eye. “He should be in summer school right now, which is to say, he’s probably out getting into trouble. At the Hideaway, maybe? Or getting high with one of his friends, but don’t ask me where.” He sucked his teeth and crossed his arms.

“School?” you lead, an airy warble of optimism present in your voice.

Sighing, he delivered you the bad news upfront and honestly. “High school. He failed senior year.. again.”

Any hope he meant something different died. “Ah,” you said. “Well, uh.. Could you give this to him in case I don’t run into him?” You handed him the white envelope you spent far too long writing Eddie’s name on.

“Sure can.”

“Thank you.”

“It was good seeing you, again.. If you do run into him, I.. Well.” He paused to organize his thoughts. “Now, I don’t know what happened between you kids, but I hope you do find him.”

Taking his parting words as rather ominous, you nodded and hopped back in your Ford Pinto, beginning your search for Eddie.

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mothdruid · 2 years

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Homemade Dynamite

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x fem!reader

summary: You and Bradley had a history, not a positive one. After growing up together, your relationship ended in shambles. Being called back to Top Gun is forcing you to face him again.

wc: 10.3k

warnings: 18+, smut, mdni, angst, this is mainly smangst, lots of crying, best friends javy and jake, bradley and natasha best friend dynamic, penetrative sex (p in v), oral sex, vaginal fingering, use of "i love you"

a/n: i've been working on this intermittently for about two months now. i got the idea from Lorde's song Homemade Dynamite. that song just felt tragic yet happy at the same time, so here we are. also i know it seems a little quick to forgive but that's my red flag with emotionally unavailable men, so here we are. ps. i use my own call sign for everything i write now cause it's easier on my brain

Years had passed since you were last here. Top Gun. A hatred had festered inside of you ever since you were a trainee there. Memories plagued you as you drove through the surrounding town. You never thought that you would have been called back here, especially not after getting the cushiony test pilot spot. Even though it had been years everything felt unchanged, the exact same as when you left five years ago.

That unchanged feeling brought you to the Hard Deck. The Hard Deck was a Top Gun staple, every pilot knowing of the bar. You climbed out of your car and made your way into the bar. A sense of familiarity took over you as you walked in. The Hard Deck was filled to the brim with people, a healthy mix of civilians and naval aviators. A smirk gathered on your lips when you saw a familiar face.

“I can’t believe it. Howler, is that you?”

“Hey, Penny.” You gave her a curt nod.

“Haven’t seen you in a minute.” She flashed you a smile before gesturing at the bar around her. “What can I get you?”

“Got any CiderBoys?” Penny nodded as she retrieved the bottle from the fridge under the bar. Your gaze searched around the bar, seeing a few recognizable faces. The noise of Penny removing the lid from your cider pulled your attention back to her. “Anyone still floating around here?”

“You mean, is Rooster still around here?” Your stomach dropped at the mention of his call sign. Bradley Bradshaw. He was once one of your most trusted friends. The two of you grew up together, went to naval academy together, even graduated from Top Gun at the same time. But everything had changed while at Top Gun. The cool tart taste of your cider coated your mouth as you took a swig.

“That wasn’t what I meant.” You took a few more drinks.

“I know you, Howler. You’ve spent way too many nights getting too drunk in my bar, for me not to know.” You gave her a look, one she hadn’t seen in a while. It said that you had walls now, walls that weren’t coming down anytime soon. The mom in her gave you a specific look, one that was laced with concern. “I’ve seen Hangman and that’s really been it. He is actually just over there.” Penny nodded off in a direction.

Truth be told you had never completely liked Hangman, him being the reason for your embarrassing call sign. But if Hangman was all you could get right now, you weren’t gonna complain. You quickly asked for one more cider before heading off in his direction. A pleasant feeling washed over you as you saw more familiar faces the closer you got to him. It was a classic scene you walked over to, Hangman and Coyote playing darts. The both of them were in civilian clothes, just a t-shirt and jeans.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” The Texan called out as Javy threw a dart. You held your arms out, a cider bottle in the both of them. “What are you doing back here? Last I heard you were out in Maryland.” You took a drink then flashed a smile. You turned to see Javy who was shooting you a big grin.

“I was! After coming back stateside I went to do jet testing.” A surprised yet proud look covered Jake’s face. Javy came over and gave you a small cheers before the both of you took a drink. Coyote threw his arm around you and pulled you in for a hug, one you happily obliged.

“Testing? How did you get that lined up?” You looked up at him while being tucked under his arm still. Javy had always been a good friend of yours, ever since the academy. Coyote and Fanboy had always been there for you, and on occasion Hangman. You shrugged slightly as you walked over to the table that had their beers and items on. You set your spare cider and light sweatshirt down on the table.

“Not quite sure, I guess I’m just lucky.” A thud from a dart hitting the board is what you were greeted with when you turned around. Coyote gave you a goofy look and Hangman a chuckle as he placed a toothpick between his teeth. “What?”

“Sure, Howler.” Heat bubbled up to your cheeks immediately at the mocking of your call sign. Jake’s lips curved into a shit-eating grin as he watched you. Jake would never forget that night, the night he found out there was something more going on between you and Rooster. That was also the night he found out you were loud in bed, ‘howling’ all night as Bradley fucked you.

Coyote snickered while you brushed off your slight irritation, rolling your eyes. “You realize this is why some people don’t like you?” Jake walked towards you, cockiness oozing from him.

“Doesn’t matter, I got you and Coyote here with me. That’s better than anyone else.” Hangman grabbed his bottled beer, cheering it to the both of you before taking a long drink. You and Coyote exchanged glances for a moment.

“What a sight for sore eyes.” A new but familiar voice spoke up. The three of you turned to see the old cohort. Phoenix, Fanboy, and Payback were staring at the three of you. Mickey flashed you a smile as he walked towards you, gesturing for a big hug. Even though sour memories were plaguing your mind, seeing everyone again was worth it in the long run.

“How ya been?” Fanboy asked while in the embrace.

“I’ve been well! You?” You gave a nod to Natasha as she walked past the two of you.

“Good, it’s been good.” Payback came up behind Fanboy, holding his fist out. You gave him a fist bump as the three of you started talking. Phoenix was bantering with Jake and Javy while you told Mickey and Reuben about your time up in Maryland.

“Who are you?” Hangman’s voice was loud enough to pull everyone’s attention. All of you turned around to see a man sitting near you all, munching away at a cup of peanuts. His large wired frames looked oddly familiar. You stood there for a moment racking your brain as he started to talk.

“I’m Bob.” Not a sound came from any of you. “I’m a weapon systems of-”

“A WSO, right?” You asked briefly. Bob nodded as he cleaned broken peanut shells off his lap. “I think you’re on the thing I got called back for.” Bob flashed a half smile as he ate a few more peanuts. Phoenix tilted her head as she stared at Bob.

“Bob Floyd? My new WSO?” Bob smiled again.

“Call sign?” Hangman questioned.

“Bob.” Hangman knitted his eyebrows together in a questioning manner.

“That’s it?” Bob nodded with an innocent look on his face.

“Badass on board.” It slipped out of you without a thought. Bob sent a full smile in your direction as some of the others laughed. You pushed your elbow out, knocking against Mickey who quickly stopped laughing.

“Looks more like a baby on board.” Hangman quipped as he threw a dart at the board. Phoenix rolled her eyes at Hangman’s reply.

“Always got something to say, huh?” Natasha tended to have a short fuse when it came to Jake. It was an understandable short fuse since Hangman was an ass to her all through training. Hangman winked at her before throwing another dart. You moved back to your table, watching everyone as you cracked your next cider open. You flicked your gaze to the doorway, watching as the doors opened. Your light mood immediately dropped.

Bradley Bradshaw.

The glass of your beer bottle touched your lips as you started downing the cider. Hangman and Fanboy’s eyes watched you both with concern, seeing you chug your cider. They exchanged a look between the two of them before Rooster came into view of them. Hangman flipped the toothpick in his mouth, pulling it out to speak up.

“Look who decided to join us.” The rest of the gang looked up to see the tall brunette. A loud thunk came from your now empty bottle as you set it on the table. Phoenix and Payback greeted Rooster gleefully as he approached the group. A devoid sensation settled over you, waiting for the world to slow down around you. Slow motion never came though, just a panicked feeling. Your nails subconsciously dug into your palms, creating crescent shapes.

Rooster smiled as he talked with Phoenix and Payback for a moment. He looked around to see who all was there. A curiosity prodded inside of him when he saw Hangman moving swiftly to a table. Anything that distracted Hangman from shooting an insult had to be interesting. Rooster followed the direction Hangman was walking in, his gaze landing on you. His lips pressed firmly together as he watched your still being.

An annoyed feeling pooled in him as he watched Hangman get to the table. The relationship you and Jake had always seemed to put him on edge. His eyes followed Hangman’s hand, grabbing your hand as he spoke in a hushed tone. Bradley bit at the inside of his lip as he pushed his feelings deep down inside of himself.

“Do you want me to take you home?” You looked up to see Jake’s concerned look. His hand covered yours, providing you a small sense of comfort. Bradley’s gaze became noticeable, your eyes meeting from across the short way. A conflicted look sat on his face, hazel eyes boring into your own. You pulled your hand away from Jake’s, not wanting Bradley to get the wrong idea.

“No, I’m gonna head off though. I gotta unpack some stuff anyways.” Hangman nodded before gesturing towards the door. He gave you a soft pat on the back as you headed out. Your gaze stayed straight as you walked past Bradley, his gaze landing on you for a moment. Jake watched Bradley’s gaze follow you, Bradley turning around to watch you leave.

“A picture might last.” Natasha elbowed Bradley, trying to catch his attention. Bradley’s lips tilted as he brushed her arm away. Natasha and Bradley’s eyes met, Natasha giving a concerned look to him. “Bradley, you know you shouldn’t.”

“I don’t even know if she’d let me.” Bradley said while scratching at the back of his head.

“You never know, but I wouldn’t push it.” Natasha watched as Bradley’s gaze drifted again. The both of them watching the door close behind you. Bradley felt his heart drop at her words. The damage to the relationship had already been done, and possibly could never be mended. Bradley patted Natasha’s back for a moment before heading towards the door. “Roo-” Nastasha felt a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from getting Bradley’s attention. She turned to be greeted by a slightly annoyed Jake.

The fresh air outside had never felt so refreshing. The temperature had started to drop, which helped your emotions calm down. The devoid feeling started to escape you as you made your way to your car. Your breath felt a little shaky once you approached your car. You paused for a moment, trying to recollect your thoughts and emotions. The gravel of the parking lot crunched behind you, signaling someone was near you. You rolled your eyes before turning around only to be surprised.

“Hey.” Bradley’s face looked forlorn with his husky voice. Your heartbeat picked up, adrenaline pumping through your system. Anxiety started to set in as the two of you stared at each other. Your hand drifted into your pocket, grabbing your keys out of it.

“Hey.” The single word was shaky as it left your lips. A small smile tugged at one side of Bradley's lips. You leaned back against your car, looking up at him. Bradley looked down at you with a look of fondness, thinking about all the good times you used to spend together.

The orange hue of the sunset casted over Bradley’s body while you stared at him. Fond memories flooded your brain for a moment. The one time the two of you snuck out and walked on the beach, talking about your plans after Top Gun. Quickly your brain switched gears, flipping to the memory of him leaving you alone and sobbing in the break room.

“I heard you were out in Maryland.” Bradley caught on the change in your stare, making him step next to you. He made sure to put a small amount of space between the two of you before leaning against your car.

“I heard you were in Europe.” Bradley nodded at your words. You kept your gaze low, staring at the gravel near your feet.

“I was.” An awkward silence was starting to settle. Bradley looked over at you, seeing your low gaze. He awkwardly nodded to himself. “What are you doing back?”

“I got called back. Apparently they needed the best of the best.” Bradley snickered, thinking back about how skilled of an aviator you are. “You were called back too, weren’t you?”

The question didn’t take him by surprise, but he wasn’t expecting you to ask. You brought your gaze up and looked at him. His hazel eyes were filled with that warmth you had missed. You tried keeping your face as blank as possible, but couldn’t help when you bit your lip. Bradley’s expression dropped a little, making your own drop. Bradley gave you a small nod, “They need the best of the best.”

A small smile appeared on your face when you looked away from him. Bradley smiled when he heard a small chuckle come from you. “This is gonna suck.” Bradley nodded again. “Don’t make it suck anymore than it already will.” Bradley gave you a questioning look. “Don’t act like you don’t know.” A small anger had started to boil in you, his facial expression adding more fuel to the fire.

“That was four, almost five years ago.” Bradley pushed off your car and turned to face you. Irritation settled on both of your facial features. His nostrils flared for a moment as the both of you stared at each other. You crossed your arms across your chest while staring at him.

“Bradley.”

“I know. I fucked up.” His words were harsh, not to you but to himself. Your anxiety had changed and turned into annoyance. “What more do you want me to say? How do you want me to fix-”

“Not everything can be fixed, Bradley. You haven’t tried to fix anything for almost five years, why try now.” Your words were bitter. That was the main question floating in your mind. Five years. Five years of silence. What was so special now?

Bradley sat in silence, not knowing what to say. A pain twinged in his chest as he watched you become a little more heated. “Now I have to go. Go inside, have a nice cold beer, play some darts, and just enjoy it.” The click of your car unlocking ended your sentence. Bradley watched silently with an irritated look as he watched you get in your car. You backed out of your parking spot, watching as Bradley stood there to watch you leave.

The car ride home was painful, tears pricking at your eyes every now and then. The silence in your car was painfully loud as tears slowly started to stream down your face. A loud slam of your car door felt like the only appropriate thing once you got to your house. You dragged your hands over your face, this was gonna be a long few weeks.

Five weeks. Three for the mission and two to find a new assignment. It seemed like a reasonable enough time frame. It wasn't too long or too short. But it was too much time around Bradley. Even though you two didn't fly in the same jet, he still managed to get under your skin.

“Go get ready. I’ll see you all in the sky.” The sound of everyone’s chairs filled the hanger after Maverick’s dismissal. Jake caught your gaze, flipping the toothpick between his teeth.

“Rooster and Howler, hang back for a moment.” Your eyes flicked up to meet Mavericks, shifting in your seat under his stare. Bradley adjusted in his own seat, correcting his posture a little bit. The shuffling of your teammates was the only noise between the three of you. After everyone left the hanger the both of you stood up, hands tucked behind your back. A stoic look dawned on both of your faces.

Maverick smiled, seeing two kids he practically helped raise standing in front of him. It hadn’t all been easy flights and sunshine though. He wasn’t present for either of your Top Gun training, but he had heard about what happened. Maverick raised his hand and dismissed your formal stances. “It’s good to see the both of you.”

A curt nod was all you could give. Rooster gave a small smile with his own nod. Maverick motioned for the both of you to come forward, closer to him as he talked. “Now I know you two are both professionals,” you and Bradley stood almost shoulder to shoulder as he spoke, “but I have to give a warning.” Your gaze wanted to look at Bradley, needing to know if he was wearing a similar expression to yours. Your gaze stayed forward though, watching Mav’s expression.

“What warning?” Bradley’s voice was laced with a hint of annoyance. You didn’t blame him, you would probably have a similar tone.

“You both know what I mean. Whatever is going on with the both of you.” Maverick’s eyes flicked between the both of you, a hidden concern plaguing him. “You have to set it aside.” Your teeth gnawed at the inside of your cheek after he spoke. You and Bradley nodded, neither of you wanting to verbally agree. Maverick nodded at the two of you again. “Good, now go get ready.”

The walk back to the locker rooms was silent, only the sounds of your boots on the floor. You slipped into the women's locker room. Callie and Natasha greeted you in the locker room, both of them ready to go.

“What was that about?” Callie asked. You knew that Natasha wouldn’t want to speak about it. Nat was good friends with Bradley, but she tried not to push and pry at the relationship you two shared. Natasha had been there when the initial discovery of the relationship was made.

“Nothing, Mav just making sure we are good.” The both of them nodded. You quickly grabbed your items and finished suiting up. The three of you knocked helmets before you left the locker room, a small ritual the three of you always did.

Most of the others were down the hallway, heading out to the tarmac. Bradley leaned against the wall, helmet hanging from his hand. He turned his head to see the three of you coming out of the room. Callie and Natasha gave him small waves as they passed him. Natasha briefly looked back, shooting you a concerned look. A small wave was what you gave her to fully dismiss her. You stopped only a few steps in front of Bradley. The both of you waited until you heard the door close finally.

“Hmm?” You made a small questioning noise at Bradley. Bradley’s eyes were locked on you, even though you were looking straight ahead.

“You good?” The question made your eyebrows knit together. You turned to look at him, his expression was still bordering stoic.

“Yeah, I’m good. You?” Bradley shrugged and raised his eyebrows briefly with his shrug.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” After pushing up off the wall he stood next to you, his helmet close to your own. An annoyed smile pulled at the corners of your lips. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. Bradley had always been like this, acting as if what happened never did. Bradley knocked his bright red helmet with your pearl blue helmet. “See you up there.”

It had to have been the universe. Why else would you and Bradley end up in the sky together? The two of you had barely been in the sky for five minutes before he spoke over the radio. “You good?”

You looked out your cockpit at him, squinting your eyes at him. Why the fuck does he keep saying that? It was like he was teasing you, knowing that you haven’t been the same since you two split.

“It’s not like you care.” It was Bradley’s turn to squint at you.

“And who told you that?” An irritation started to boil in your stomach. He had always been like this, acting oblivious to the pain he caused you.

“Didn’t need to be told, you showed me that. Or did you forget that?” There was a harshness in your voice that Bradley didn’t like.

“What does that mean?”

“Don’t play stupid.” You looked at your radar, looking to see if Maverick had popped up. It was still clear which made you think he was below or behind you two.

“Look, I know that what I did was shit.” Bradley started to plead with you in a sense. “I’m sorry.”

“Rooster, I’ve heard it before. I don’t want to hear it-”

“You’ve never heard it. Always shoot me down first.” The boiling irritation turned into shock. Bradley had never spoken to you like that, or at least never with that tone. You looked back at him, nostrils flaring.

Maverick came in over the radio, “Cut it out the two of you.”

“The fuck did you say?” Bradley shot a wave out his window, knowing damn well he was pissing you off. Bradley shot up a peace sign before diving down. You dove down behind him, the two of you falling into a rolling scissor maneuver.

Back in the ready room everyone listened to you, Bradley, and Maverick over the coms. Bob was listening intently, not sure why the two of you tended to argue so much. Bob had a slight idea but wanted to confirm the exact reason. Bob elbowed Natasha softly, gaining her full attention. “Can I ask a question?” Natasha nodded while hearing you call Rooster a cock over the coms. “Why are they like that?”

“Oh.. They have a bit of a history.” Natasha gave him an awkward smile. Natasha hated it. She loved the both of you dearly, but god did she hate how you two acted. She tried her best not to take sides. Natasha had been very vocal to the both of you when your previous relationship had been found out.

“Is that what you call it?” Bob and Natasha looked over to be greeted by Javy and Jake. Jake’s lips were curled into his devilish smirk.

“Yeah, it is.” Natasha said. Bob watched as Jake walked closer to them. Jake’s eyes were locked with Natasha’s, making her protectiveness of Rooster come out. “You don’t need to air it out, Bagman.”

Jake tilted his head slightly, his eyes flicked from Natasha’s to Bob’s. Bob averted his eyes, not wanting to fully meet Hangman’s intense gaze. “There you go Phoenix, being a good wingman for no reason. We all know what he did was wrong.” Jake kept his gaze on Bob, even though his words were directed to Natasha.

“Bradley isn’t a bad person.”

“Nobody said he was.” Coyote replied. Coyote and Hangman had both been there on that fateful night. The night that Bradley had left you broken and alone. Jake had held you close to him while Javy comforted you. Your sobs were something that they could never fully expunge from their brains. But while they were comforting you Phoenix was with Bradley, listening to his drunken ramblings. The ramblings consisted of him regretting ever ending the relationship to how he was a terrible person who didn’t deserve you.

“What exactly happened?” Bob piped up, his curiosity getting the better of him. “Sorry, it’s just everyone seems to know. I feel a little out of the loop.” A loud shout from Bradley came over the coms.

“Rooster and Howler were childhood friends, both military kids. Came to the academy and everything together.” Bob’s eyebrows knitted together in a questioning way as he listened to Javy.

“Why then are they like this?” Bob gestured to the coms, Maverick calling out and telling you two to head back to ground.

“They started fucking, giving Howler her call sign, then Rooster broke it off abruptly.” Bob’s eyes widened when he heard the bit about your call sign, making his mind wander slightly. A part of him thanked himself for having a generic call sign.

“And she’s been bitter about it since.” Phoenix spoke up.

“But Bradley left her alone, ghosting her afterwards. So, I’d say her bitterness might be a bit warranted.” Jake chimed in. Bob nodded, knowing a bit more about you and Bradley now. Fanboy then spoke up.

“Can’t you guys just stop bringing it up?” Everyone looked at him. A pensive expression was what Mickey wore, wanting to get his point across. “We were all affected by what happened. Howler was hurt and Rooster was never the same. So just stop.” Payback nodded at Fanboy’s words. Hangman let out a chuckle as he backed off of Phoenix and Bob.

“What the fuck Bradley!” You grabbed his inflation device, shoving him back. An angry but flabbergasted look was on his face after you shoved him. Everything in you wanted to throw your helmet at him. The others rushed out of the building, running to separate the two of you.

“What did I do wrong this time?” Bradley yelled at you, frustration settling on his features. His chest heaved as he looked at you, walking towards you. The two of you came face to face, only a few inches separating your face. Bradley’s eyes scanned your face, eventually landing on your lips. It took you by surprise the way he was looking at you. Your eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips, making you question your anger for a minute.

Maverick ran over, pushing the two of you apart as everyone finally arrived. Hangman and Coyote pulled you back, their words went in one ear and out the other though. Bradley was pushed back by Phoenix and Fanboy, his eyes not leaving you. A part of Bradley wondered what would have happened if nobody had shown up.

It was a flurry of words thrown about but none of it mattered. Your brain tuned it all out, trying to find some form of calm. Hangman and Coyote started to usher you towards the hanger, taking you into the ready room. Your breath was heavy when they got you in the ready room. Hangman came around to face you, his hands resting on your shoulders. “Hey.”

You tried to focus on his face, not paying attention to whatever Coyote was doing. “He…”

“No, Howler.” Jake brought both his hands to your face, centering your face with his. “Focus on me.” Your eyes locked with Jake’s, focusing on the green irises staring back at you. You nodded to Hangman, showing him that you finally were focused on him. As you stared at Jake tears started to prick at your eyes, your anger turning into sadness. Hot tears started to stream down your face. A sob racked through you as you started to cry. Jake pulled you into a hug, holding you close as you left a wet spot on his green jumpsuit.

Jake shot a look over to Javy, a knowing look. Jake stroked your hair, trying to make sure you were as comfortable as possible. “I hate him..”

“I know, it’ll be okay.” Jake’s words were soft and comforting.

“...But I still love him.”

“Roo..Bradley..” Your voice was barely a whisper, his lips traveling along your neck. His hips were slotted against your own, a small rocking rhythm being made. Bradley’s breath was hot on your skin, hands traveling up your sides to your breasts. He pulled his head back from your neck, looking down at you.

“So fucking pretty for me.”

You had never shot out of bed so fast. The clips from your dream kept repeating, making you rub your eyes aggressively. You sat there staring into your lap for a moment, wondering what the fuck that dream was. That’s when you remembered what happened last night. Your suspicions were confirmed when you looked over the edge of your bed, a sleeping Jake Seresin on your floor.

Tequila never mixed well in your system.

After you climbed out of bed, avoiding waking Jake up, you stopped at the bathroom then went to the living room. Javy was already awake, phone propped up on his chest while he scrolled. A small hand raise was all you gave him, receiving a similar one back from him.

“Jake asleep?” You nodded your head as you picked out a Keurig pod, placing it in the Keurig and waiting for the water to heat. Javy stared at you with a curious gaze, one eyebrow cocked. “You good?” No, you weren’t good. If he remembered anything from last night, he knew you were far from good. A shrug was all you offered him with a pathetic smile. “You don’t have to hide around me. Plus, Jake ain’t here right now.”

“I know, Jav. It’s just,” a stupid smile spread on your lips before you spoke again, “I had a dream about him.” Javy sat up on the couch while he gave you that look you hated. It was that stupid knowing look, the one he liked to give you back in the day. “Go on, say it.” Javy threw his hands up in a defensive manner.

“Hey, it could have been the tequila shots Jake had us taking.” Javy chuckled when he saw you give him that “yeah, bullshit” look. The sound of your Keurig pushing out your coffee filled the silence, your gaze drifting away from his. “You said you still love him.” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. You hated that Rooster still had this effect on you somehow.

The emotional damage had never fully subsided. How could it have? The two of you had grown up together. This was never supposed to be the outcome. Hell, fucking was never even apart of the plan. But you couldn’t help it, your emotions getting the better of you on one fateful day. But it wasn’t just you, he had reciprocated it. Kissing you back just as passionately as you kissed him. But the more confusing parts were when the two of you would stay up late, laying in bed while talking for hours. Or the late night beach walks so no one would find out, even though everyone already knew. It didn’t last though, falling apart in an instant.

“I know I did.” Javy threw the blanket off his lap, standing up and moving to the bar of your kitchen island. He gestured towards the Keurig, you picking up his silent asking for a cup of coffee. You just gave him yours that finished, popping in another pod after.

“You gotta face him, eventually.” You fetched the creamer from your fridge, offering it up to Javy. “I’m not trying to be pushy or anything, it’s just that..”

“He acts like we are just supposed to move past it.” You wrapped your hand around the back of your neck, sighing as your coffee finished. “As if he didn’t emotionally wreck me.” Javy poured a small amount of creamer in his coffee, grabbing a stir stick from the basket of goodies on your island. He pointed it at you intensely with the small wooden stick.

“Does he know that?” A slightly annoyed look pulled over your face.

“Really?” You snatched the creamer from in front of him. Javy took a drink from his cup, hiding a snicker. “Javy, you know damn well th-”

“Men aren’t always that smart.” You squinted at him, bringing your own cup up to your lips. You hated when Javy was right. You appreciated it but god did it annoy you. At least it was better than Jake being right.

“Except you, right?” A big smile spread across his face.

“Except me.”

The two of you hadn’t spoken since the incident. Maverick doing you both the favor of separating two from flying together, seeming as the two of you had been hazards the last time. The entire atmosphere of the group had changed too, almost like a divide had formed. You didn’t really mind, counting down each day until you could leave anyways.

You stared out at the water, toes digging deeper into the sand. As much as Jake insisted he should come with you to the beach, you told him no. You knew he just wanted to make sure you were okay, distract you from your own thoughts. But you needed your own time. Time alone to sort out your thoughts. The sun had already started lowering, an orange hue casting over your skin and the sand around you.

This was one of the few things you actually missed about Top Gun. The beach was unmatched, no other collection of sediments brought you this type of comfort. The sound of water softly beating at the sand, wetting it over and over.

Did Bradley know? Did he know how he hurt you? Broke your heart? Damaged your ability to love? But yet still had you wrapped around his finger?

Your conversation with Javy kept replying in your head, along with the memory of that terrible night years ago. The memory was so clear yet fuzzy, something you had tried not to think about for years. The forlorn look on Bradley's face compared to your distraught one. The tears ran down your cheeks as he told you 'We can't do this anymore.' As if you had agreed to end things prior. He didn't even try to comfort you, no wiping away tears or anything. Just a 'sorry' and he was gone.

You pull your knees close to your chest, tucking your face into them. Tears hadn't started to form, but you knew it'd be only a matter of time. It was such a hard concept for you to understand. How could he do that? Fuck his childhood best friend then disappear? None of it made any sense. You looked back out at the water, a deeper orange hue covering everything now. You went to lay back on the sand, but collided with something. Well, more like someone. You turned and looked up, a familiar face looking down at you.

"Hey." It had been days since you last heard him speak. His voice was soft and almost hesitant. You wondered how long he had been there.

"Hey." You turned back to stare at the sunset. You couldn't help wanting him to leave, but a small part of you wanted him to stay. Which is what he did. You could barely feel the sand shift behind you before you saw his legs extend out around your body. You turned to see Bradley had taken a seat behind you.

“Hmm?” Bradley hums.

“What are you doing?”

“Sitting down?” Bradley gave you a similar questioning look.

“Wh-why are you sitting behind me?” As much as you hated it, a part of you missed this closeness. You missed these small things your friendship used to contain. It was a friendship you were never able to replicate.

Bradley had just always provided a different level of comfort. Him buying your favorite candy without you asking, even the few comforting fucks you two shared. But maybe those gestures were what started to scare Bradley away. It was true that emotions were never something he could manage well. Even as a long time friend he had a hard time discussing them with you. He was much better at showing emotions through action, not talking about them.

“It just.. it felt natural. I can move.” Bradley’s legs started to retract from around you. Without a second thought you brought one hand out, touching the tanned skin of his knee and thigh. The two of you stared at each other for a moment. You missed those hazel eyes, full of so much untold truth.

“Stay.” Bradley nodded his head, settling back down behind you.

There was still a space between the two of you. Silence settled as the two of you watched the last slivers of the sun. Bradley remembered the last time you were at the beach. Glimpses of your bare skin barely visible underneath the water. The warmth of your body against his in the cold water. It hadn’t been the first time he had skinny dipped, but it was the most memorable.

There was a small nervousness in you. It felt almost as if years of irritation had melted away. Bradley thawing out your heart, reversing the frozen state he had left it in. You decided to test the waters of his comfortability, and a bit of your own. You leaned back slightly. Bradley welcomed you, letting you lay back against his chest. Your heart fluttered when he wrapped his arms around you, supporting your weight against him. Your legs stretched out into a more comfortable position. Once the sky started to shift from orange to black you both started to speak.

“I uh.. We should talk.” You looked up at Bradley, still leaning back into his chest. Bradley looked down at you, the mustache on his upper lip quivering in the slightest. He nodded, confirming that he also wanted to talk.

“Yeah, we probably should.” Bradley broke his stare, looking out towards the darkened water. You could see the small details of him chewing the inside of his lower lip. The small tug from the inside being barely visible on the outside of his lip. There was another silence between the two of you before you spoke up.

“What should we.. where should we begin?” As much as you wanted to attack him, the small angelic Javy on your shoulder told you else wise. Bradley shrugged, neither of you sure where to start the conversation.

“How was Maryland?” It was such a generic question, and you knew it was just to avoid the true topic.

“Maryland was nice. Lots of history there and that was about it.” Bradley smiled when he heard the history bit. “How was Europe?”

“It was nice.” The smile was still on his lips, but he had turned to look at you. “Nice to kind of get out of here, the US I mean. Just experiencing somewhere else.” You knew exactly what he meant. Right after you graduated from Top Gun you went to Japan, running away from all your emotions at the time. You were there for three years. Three years of shelving your anger and sadness towards the man you were currently cuddled up to on the beach.

“Italy, right?” Bradley nodded at your question.

“Wish you could have seen it.” Another silence. You sat up and looked at him.

“Bradley.”

“I know.”

“Do you? Do you really know what happened?” Bradley’s eyebrows knitted together a little bit. “Bradley, you broke me.” It felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest, finally admitting to him what happened. Bradley’s lips tightened together, his gaze shying away from yours. “You really have no idea, do you?” You stood up, turning to stare down at him.

Bradley sat there with his hands in his lap. He was staring at your feet, still not wanting to meet your gaze. You stared at him for a moment longer, your eyes starting to water as you looked at him. As much negative emotion you had towards him, you couldn’t help the warmth and love you still felt for him. That was when he looked up at you. Eyes watering just like yours, lips parted as he ran his tongue over his lower lip.

“I’m sorry.” It wasn’t like any previous apologies he had half assed to you. This was a vulnerable apology, just the two of you. The first time he didn’t mention fixing the relationship. The last time you had seen Bradley this vulnerable was after the last time you had sex. You had categorized that night as making love, not just fucking. It was the first time you had told Bradley you loved him, even though he couldn’t say it back.

You lowered to your knees, neither of you breaking eye contact. Bradley’s knees bent, bringing his legs a bit closer to himself. You were kneeled in between his legs, one of your hands going out to stroke his cheek.

“I was scared,” Bradley had finally started to say, “I was scared to lose you.” Your eyebrows knitted together, confused by his words. He had lost you though. “I didn’t want to lose you like I lost my dad.” Tears had started to fall down his cheeks. You swiped one of them away as he looked away from your gaze. “I didn’t want to lose you abruptly. I watched what that did to my mom and I was.. I didn’t want to experience that again. So, I thought if I broke off our arrangement I’d feel better. But I didn’t.”

“Bradley.” His name was barely a whisper on his lips.

“I love you.” The three little words that you had been waiting years to hear from him. The two of you had said it as friends prior, but this was the first time it meant a little more than that. Wet streaks started to form on your own cheeks, tears rolling down them.

One of your hands snaked around his neck, the other cupping his cheek. You pressed your lips to his, conveying more than what words could. Bradley’s hands moved to your jawline, one cupping your cheek while the other cradled your jawline. It wasn’t anything sexual, only emotion. Emotions that neither of you could fully express with words. When you pulled back Bradley tried capturing your lips again, you placed a hand on his chest to stop him. You placed your forehead against his, a hand on the back of his neck and the other still on his chest.

“I’m sorry.” Bradley whispered. You smiled softly at his words.

“Don’t be.” You pulled back and looked at him again. His hazel eyes looked different now, studying your every feature.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

The next twenty minutes were a blur, moving a bit too fast for either of you to fully register. You and Bradley drove back to your house, him tailing you in his old Bronco. The two of you quickly made your way into your house, Bradley kissing at your neck as you tried to unlock your door. After your nerves allowed you to unlock the door the both of you were tumbling into the foyer. Bradley’s hands were on your hips as he kicked the door shut, pulling your ass back against his hips.

“Bradley.”

“What?” His mustache tickled your skin as he mouthed your neck. “Been thinking about this for years.”

“You could have had it the whole time.” You quipped to him. You were testing the waters, seeing how far you could push him. His hands tightened on your hips, flipping you around and backing you into the wall.

“Yeah, don’t remind me.” Bradley pressed his thigh in between your legs, rocking his hips with yours. His hands guided your hips while resting his forehead on yours. His hot breath mingled with yours, making everything seem a few degrees warmer. His mouth smashed into yours, a messy kiss ensuing. His lips were wet on yours, tongues battling for dominance inside of your mouth. Bradley’s hands snaked around to your ass, grabbing and pulling you somehow closer.

“Bradley.” His lips trailed down your jawline, connecting with your shoulder. He rested his forehead on your neck, taking deep inhales of your scent while rutting into your hips. His cock was already hard in his shorts, digging into your hip as the two of you rutted. Everything Bradley did was rushed and needy, as if it would be the last time he would have you like this. He pulled back to look at you.

“You look so beautiful like this.” A heat boiled into your cheeks, a part of you somehow forgetting how Bradley used to praise you in bed. The way he used to praise you through your orgasm, telling you how tight you were squeezing him. Your core clenched around nothing at his words, rutting your hips into his. Even though it had been years, you felt that familiar squeeze on your ass that Bradley used to get you to jump.

Bradley caught you when you jumped, pressing your back against the wall and adjusting your legs to wrap around his waist. The way his hard on was pressing against your still clothed core made you wish you were bare underneath him. Bradley groaned as he kept rutting into you, dipping his head into the crook of your neck. His mustache tickled the skin lightly as he mouthed from your jaw to shoulder.

One hand moved from cradling your ass to your shoulder, pulling the collar of the old t-shirt you wore down and to the side. His tongue traced the same exposed section of your collar bone. Your fingers threaded through his hair while your other arm snaked up around the back of his neck. You hadn't even noticed that Bradley started to move the both of you.

Both hands were planted in your ass as he walked over to the couch. The plush couch hit your back as Bradley laid you down. His hands quickly grabbed at the hem of your shirt, pushing it to feel at the newly exposed skin. The skin that was so familiar yet distant to him. The familiar ghosting of his hands over your midsection, sliding up to cup your breasts over your thin bralette.

"Fuck, I missed you so much." Bradley's heavy breaths we're hard on your skin, making goosebumps blossom all over you. His hips were still rutting against yours, practically pinning you to the couch.

"You have no idea Bradley. All the nights I thought about, fucking myself to what we used to have." Bradley stilled, panic quickly flooding your system. But then he kissed you. It was different from the make out session prior. It was more akin to what you shared on the beach.

"I missed you, not just fucking you." Bradley said when he pulled back. The look in his eyes was sincere and full of emotion. "You've always been more," a trail of kisses started down your neck, "than just a fuck to me." His hands pulled your shirt up, helping remove it and your bralette so you could receive more attention.

"Bradley," you cupped his face and pulled it to face yours, "I know. Even though you never said it, I always knew deep down." Bradley leaned forward and kissed you, that spark of passion reappearing.

"Good, cause I'm about to show you again and again and again." Bradley's lips trailed down your neck, one arm propping himself above you while the other ghosted down to your chest. He kneaded your breast, thumb rubbing and flicking your nipple. "Gonna show you til you beg me to stop."

"Don't know if that'll happen." Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging lightly. A small groan left his throat, a smirk pulling at his lips. "We've got a lot of catching up to do."

You smashed Bradley’s lips to yours, passion flowing between the two of you. The hand on your breast continued to knead the mound. The hand that was propping him up, moved closer to your head, fingers grabbing onto your hair and tugging you back away from him. The tickling trail of his mustache leads down your jaw and neck. He left a few nips on the way down, stopping to suck on the sensitive spot along your collarbone.

The soft tickling sensation continued down your skin, his lips wrapping around your left nipple. His tongue swirled around the hardening bud, flicking it every now and then. Soft moans fell from your lips, urging Bradley on. He wanted them louder, needed to hear how much you missed him. His hand left your hair, coming down to rub your cunt over your shorts. His other hand ghosted down your side, grabbing your hips as you started to roll them into his hand.

“Sound so fucking good for me.” Bradley groaned as he pulled back, watching your body react to his every touch. Your hands moved out to pull at his own shirt.

“Off. Now.” Bradley smirked, his hands leaving your body to tug his shirt off. It was as if he hadn’t changed in years, still toned and tanned. An acute nostalgia washed over you, yearning to become familiar with his body once more. The feeling was quickly replaced with excitement as you reminded yourself of what you were doing.

Bradley let out a groan when your fingers graced his skin. You sat up to meet him, hands roaming all over his chest. A smile stayed on Bradley as he watched you admire his body. Your eyes flicked up to connect with his hazel ones. One of his hands cupped your face, thumb rubbing your cheek lightly. With your eyes locked, you leaned forward and licked at one of his nipples. Bradley jolted a little bit, not used to the sensation. Groans started to fall from his lips, hand shifting from your cheek to the base of your neck. You wrapped your lips around his nipple, tonguing the bud just as he did to yours.

The air filled with soft groans and moans from the both of you. The hand at the base of your neck grabbed your hair, pulling you off his chest. Bradley kissed you once more, hot and passionate open mouth kisses. He guided you back down, laying you on the couch once more. Your fingers threaded through the soft brown locks, tugging as his kisses continued. A moan was ripped from you suddenly, Bradley’s hand now pressing against your core again.

He pulled back from you, staring at your almost breathless form. You felt the waistband of your shorts loosen, looking down to see Bradley had flicked open the button. He pressed his forehead to yours, “This okay?”

“More than okay.” You placed a kiss on his cheek. Bradley slipped his hand underneath your panties, fingers diving between your folds. Bradley listened to your moans as he rubbed circles on your clit. You let your legs fall further apart, the fabric of your shorts and panties keeping his fingers close on you. Bradley mouthed at your neck, moans filling the air as you let him have his way with you.

Bradley was nuzzled into the crook of your neck, fingers still building that sweet mountain of pleasure inside of you. An endless mantra of his name fell from your lips, fueling him further and further. The wetness coating his fingers was driving him mad. “I gotta taste you. You’ve always tasted so good.” A heat crept up your cheeks when you heard his words. A moan and nod was all you gave him, signaling you wanted him to taste you too.

You barely had time to register Bradley’s hand leaving your panties, tugging your shorts and panties down quickly. Your legs fell open, waiting for him to take his place between them. His hand gripped the inside of your thighs as he settled. He dragged his lips along the inside of your right thigh, the prickle of his mustache tickling your thighs. He breathed out a hot breath on your cunt. He snaked an arm around your thigh, fingers spreading your folds as he started to lick and suck on your clit.

“Oh fuck, Bradley!” Bradley’s locks were soft in your fingers, tugging lightly as he started to shake his head back and forth. His tongue flicked on your clit, sending small shocks of pleasure through your body. A tightness had started to form in your lower abdomen from Bradley’s actions. The hand gripping the inside of your thigh disappeared, reappearing when his fingers prodded at your entrance.

One long finger slipped inside of you, finding that soft spongy spot quickly. It was as if Bradley had never forgotten. The map he had of your body years ago, still fresh and untattered in his mind. Another finger was added inside of you, both fingers fucking into you. The combination of his fingers and his mouth was starting to become overwhelming.

“Mmm, there you go baby. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Bradley groaned, looking down to watch his fingers push in and out of you.

“Bradley, if you don-” His lips were back on you, tongue assaulting your clit. With a few more flicks of his tongue and thrusts of his fingers you let go. Bradley didn’t let up as your moans turned into whines. Your body had started to shake the longer you rode out your orgasm. All of your muscles were tense, your legs starting to tighten around Bradley.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” Bradley finally let up, moving up your body as you laid there in your post-orgasmic glow. “So pretty when you come for me.” Bradley kissed you again, the taste of you flooding your senses. His hands crept up your sides, rubbing and kneading the flesh.

“I need you.” You whispered, putting your forehead to his once more. “Need to feel you in me.”

Bradley let out a groan at your request. One of his hands moved to the button of his shorts, undoing them quickly. Your hands pushed at the waistband of his shorts and underwear, him helping you pull them off. Once both articles were removed you wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking lightly.

A small shudder ran through Bradley, the distant yet familiar feeling of your hand wrapped around his cock. He would never admit that he dreamed of it multiple times over the past few years, dreaming more of his cock being deep inside of you. His head lolled for a moment, basking in the feeling of your hand.

“Fuck, I need to be in you.” Bradley nuzzled into the crook of your neck once more, lips and mustache hastily working over the exposed skin. He guided his hips closer to the apex of your legs, your hand still stroking him. When he got close enough you lined him up, his cock resting at your entrance.

He guided your legs around his waist before pressing into you. He pulled back just into time to watch your face contorted in pleasure. Your mouth was agape, a strangled moan coming out of it as he bottomed out inside of you. The stretch was intoxicating, something that you had truly missed. Bradley kissed your jaw and cheek, waiting for the approval to move.

When Bradley noticed the smallest hint of a nod he pulled his hips back a little bit. His rhythm started with slow deep thrusts, moans and groans coming from the both of you. Bradley kept nuzzled against your collarbone and neck. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, one hand was laced into his hair. You weren’t tugging or pulling this time, just cradling the back of his head and neck as he fucked into you.

Words were lost between the two of you. Rambling sentences fell from Bradley as broken ones fell from you. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Bradley whispered as he mouthed your neck. “You feel so fucking good. Always felt so good wrapped around my cock. So warm and inviting, makes it so hard to leave. God, you’re just amazing. Everything I could ask for. I love you.”

You weren’t sure if he said it on purpose or accident, but you didn’t think twice about saying it back. “I love you too, always have.” Bradley’s thrusts became more powerful, the speed casually increasing. His cock kept hitting that sensitive spot inside of you, sending waves of pleasure through your system.

Bradley’s arms snaked underneath you, one hand cradling your head while the other settled on the center of your back. It was similar to a cocoon, a cocoon of just Bradley. Bradley wasn’t sure what possessed him to need you that close to him, but he needed you. Wanted you to flood his senses more than the current situation. He wanted you to consume him, take away all of the bad that had ever happened between the two of you. Throw it out the window and start anew, which he felt was currently happening.

You tightened around his cock, moaning against his chest. Bradley groaned as he could feel you getting closer and closer to your orgasm. It had been years but he remembered all of the telltale signs. He let your head fall back a little, still cradling it as he pressed his forehead to your temple.

“Let go baby, let go all over my cock.” His words were slurred with pleasure but still had the same effect. The familiar tightness in your abdomen that had been mounting snapped. Your hands were reaching and clawing, trying to touch anything that was Bradley.

He let out his own string of groans from you tightening around him. With only a few more thrusts Bradley was coming inside of you. His name fell from your lips when you felt him fill you. Bradley kissed your jawline, his hips barely pumping in and out of you know. The two of you laid on the couch like that for a moment, Bradley on top of you with his softening cock still inside of you. He rested his head on your chest, the two of you laying in bliss. It was Bradley who broke the silence.

After a bit longer of laying there you tapped his shoulder, signaling for him to get up. The both of you went to the bathroom, cleaning up and using the bathroom. Bradley went to head back to the living room, but you grabbed his wrist.

“Let’s finish this in the bedroom.” Bradley gave a gentle smile before nodding towards the living room.

“Can I grab my underwear?”

“Of course, can you grab my t-shirt too?”

Bradley greeted you in the bedroom, tossing your shirt to you. He watched quietly with a smile as he watched you put it on, your lower half already beneath the covers. Bradley climbed into the bed, sitting next to you under the covers. You looked over at him, a light smile on your face. Bradley tilted his head, giving you a soft but embarrassed look.

“What?” You asked.

“I just, if you would have asked me a few days ago about this.” He made a gesture between the two of you. “I wouldn’t have imagined this. I’m sorry.”

“Bradley, you don-”

“Yes, I do.” That injured look from the beach had returned to his features. “I hurt you, and I’ll never forgive myself for it.” You reached out for his hand, thumb rubbing the back of his hands.

“I know you won’t, but you can’t be constantly apologizing for it.” Bradley shook his head, trying to avoid your gaze now. He felt tears prick at his eyes, lips pressed tightly together at your gesture.

“I told Nat that night. I got really really drunk and told Nat everything.” Your heart hurt, hearing Bradley slowly start to open up about everything was painful. Everything you heard on the beach you could have assumed. Growing up you knew he had some type of trauma from losing his father so young.

“I told Jake and Javy.” It was now or never to get everything out and on the table, being the type of vulnerable you should have been years ago. Even though you two were partially best friends growing up, Bradley was always keeping you at some type of arm's length.

“I could have guessed that one. They seem to be your two glorified guard dogs now.” Bradley chuckled at his own comment, earning an eye roll from you.

“They were the only ones that cared,” you noticed Bradley bite the inside of his lip, “or at least seemed to care.” Bradley nodded, put his hand over the one you were holding his hand with. “Bradley, I know you cared. It was just hard for you to show it and everything.” Bradley nodded again while fighting back tears.

“You deserved better. You deserved so much better than what I gave you.” Bradley looked at you, tears starting to create trails down your cheeks. “I should have been protecting you, but I ended up hurting you. And yeah, I had shit going on mentally but that doesn’t mean I had any right to treat you like that.”

“Bradley-” You reached out to run a thumb over his cheek, whipping away the tears.

“No, it’s no excuse.”

“Bradley, will you let me talk!” You raised your voice slightly. Bradley bit the inside of his lips, holding back his words. “Yeah, you did suck, but you want to try to be better?”

“Obviously.”

“Then there. You’ve admitted to me that you fucked up. Do I completely forgive you? No, but am I willing to give you another chance? Yes.” Bradley looked at you, a hopefully but still hurt look on his face.

“Why?” A slightly confused look was on his face.

“Because I love you. I’ve been saying that.” You brought a hand up to his cheek, cupping it while you kissed him. Bradley let his tears fall as the two of you kissed, a gentle and emotional kiss. The both of you pressed your foreheads together, resting and taking each other in.

“I know, I love you too.”

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thesistersarcheron · 4 months

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Pairing: Elriel Rating: E Word Count: ~4k Tags: PWP, Smut, Outdoor Sex, Feral Behavior, Dominant Azriel, Slight Degradation Kink, Forbidden Love & Secret Relationships, Established Relationship, Post-ACOSF, princess (derogatory), princess (affectionate) Summary: After Rhys reiterates his orders from that wretched Solstice night months later, Azriel snaps, and Elain quite happily earns herself a new nickname.

The long-awaited sequel to Breathless!

Read this fic on AO3 or check out a snippet under the cut.

The heat of high summer threatened to roast Azriel alive as he flew over Velaris. His shadows shrouded him from the worst of it, cool and mistlike where they lay against his skin, but even they could not fully shield his exposed wings from the sun’s furious glare.

Keep your hands off of my fucking princess.

Rhysand’s voice still echoed in his mind, the memory a fresh hell that was certain to haunt Azriel during his sleepless nights.

If you can’t get your mind out from between her legs, then you could at least pretend to have a shred of respect for her position.

Clenching his jaw against the fury gathering in his throat, Azriel tucked his wings, angling for the ground. Nosediving through the air was reckless, thoughtless—a move that would have gotten him whipped as a novice if any war camp commander had seen—but he savored the wind that stung his eyes and tore at his hair.

This rush of adrenaline felt better than the vicious, lung-shredding unworthiness clawing at his insides. That feeling had sunk its talons into him in his cell beneath his sire’s keep and held on all his life, through wars won and promotions earned and centuries of pining for a female who never wanted him back.

And just when he thought he might have shaken it…

Now that Nesta has publicly accepted her bond with Cassian, Elain is the closest thing the Night Court has to a princess. And I won’t let you ruin the opportunity in front of us with your cock.

It was back.

In an instant, Az was just a nameless bastard again, clothed in rags and kept secret behind a door locked from the outside. A small, weak boy who had only scarred, ravaged hands and shadows that drove him near to madness to his name.

He burned to think of the way Rhys’s cold eyes had pinned him to his seat in his heavily warded study in the House of Wind—black, empty pits of night void of any trace of stars. Though Azriel put everything he had into reinforcing the walls of ice around his mind, a ravenous, beastly feeling had stirred at the sight of the disdain in his brother’s expression.

Hell, he’d almost had to rustle his wings just to remind himself that they were no longer two emaciated, useless things hanging limply off his back for well over five centuries.

He had held off though—barely. If only so Rhys didn’t witness that moment of insecurity.

You know better than anyone how many eyes are on her. I won’t have her dragged through the scandal sheets every week like Cresseida and the Vanserra brothers. I expect you can respect that, at the very least?

Azriel could. The gossipmongers of Prythian had better spies than most governments. He could only imagine the malicious horse shit they would sell on every newsstand and street corner if they got the faintest hint of a rumor about the High Lady of Night’s quiet, reclusive sister.

The ground rushed toward him, but he waited until his shadows cried out in fright to snap open his wings. Every muscle and tendon in his back screamed with agony as he caught the wind, pulling out of his dive with a low groan.

While you were gone, Elain expressed a desire to take a more active role in the politics of this court. She cannot do that if she is embroiled in a fucking feud between my spymaster and the gods-damned Autumn Court.

Azriel, stupid with rage, had opened his mouth then. Can’t she? Feyre’s reputation hardly suffered after being caught between two High L—

Even now, with the wind roaring in his ears and his own wingbeats defeaning him, Azriel could hear the ear-splitting CRACK! as Rhysand’s hands slammed onto the desk he so rarely used.

The desk he only used when he wanted to speak to Azriel alone these days.

Keep your hands off of my fucking princess.

The snarling command played on a loop in Azriel’s head.

And here he was, soaring low over the rooftops of the city, so easily identifiable in his leathers and Siphons.

Reckless.

Stupid.

Everyone would see him.

People would talk.

He didn’t give a single shit.

He glided over the theater district, the Rainbow. The shadows whispered of shady dealings at the Palaces as they quickly passed beneath him—more insider trading from the governors, apparently, and Azriel tucked the information away for later—and gave way to the Sidra, which snaked down to the grander estates on the river’s eastern banks…

Neat, manicured hedgerows and alabaster stone crept into view.

Azriel hadn’t originally planned to go back to the River House at all after Rhysand summoned him out of the city for a meeting in the House of Wind. It was too risky, knowing Feyre would be home from her evening stroll to put the baby to bed by then. But his head went quiet at the sight of freshly trimmed rose bushes and clean-swept gravel paths.

His feet touched down between the dahlias and the petunias.

And there she was, wielding a spade against the weeds that had terrorized her rhododendrons since the spring. It was undoubtedly hard work; as he watched, she sat back on her heels and swept the back of her hand over her glistening forehead, leaving a smudge of dirt on her smooth brow.

Elain, the shadows sighed fondly, forgetting the hell Azriel had just put them through.

One, a bold ribbon of utmost darkness, cooed, Princess.

As if Elain could hear the damned things calling to her, she turned her eyes toward him, squinting into the sun. Azriel’s chest squeezed with tenderness as her full lips formed a smile for him. Just for him.

“Azr— Oh!”

Azriel was upon her in three steps, falling to his knees in the cool patch of dirt beside her and hooking an arm around her waist. With his other hand, he took hold of her wrist, disarmed her in a swift, gentle twist of his. He tossed her spade into a bed across the gravel path.

Better not to have sharp objects anywhere near her right now.

Her tinkling laughter trickled over him like water, a moment of cool relief from the sweltering day. ”Azriel, what in the world brought this on?”

He didn’t say a word.

He wound the thick length of her hair around his fist and kissed her. It wasn’t a gentle kiss—it was clashing teeth and bruised lips and sharp, possessive nips until he tasted precious metal on his tongue.

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dizzyjelly · 1 year

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Beautiful Girl pt. 2 (18+)

Read part 1 here!

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: you and Abby go on a mall date and you run into your ex, Abby takes you back to her place and you guys have some fun;)

Cw: smut, use of daddy, strap-on sex, fingering, finger sucking

It had been almost a week since your hot and heated kiss with Abby on her couch, and things were going exceptionally well between the two of you. That night you ended up falling asleep cuddled on her couch, you expected the morning after to be slightly awkward. But it was everything but that, you woke up to the smell of your favorite breakfast which Abby cooked for you.

A smile was present on your face as you made your way to her kitchen, sitting at her Island and watching contently as she plated the food. She'd greet you with a cheeky good morning and you'd return her with the same.

Now, fast forward a few days later. You stood at her front door, knocking way too many times as you were eager to see her. Once she finally came to the door, she scolded you for knocking so much. You just shrugged and smiled sheepishly.

"I was actually about to head out, you wanna go to the mall with me?" She asked as she was grabbing her things.

"Um, yes! I'd love to, but what are you going for?" You asked as you followed her out to her car.

"Just wanted to get some new clothes, and I've been really craving those pretzels from Auntie Annes." She explained as she started the car.

"Ok, cool." You responded with a smile.

Abby would rest her hand on your thigh as she drove, a habit she picked up after your shared kiss. Not only was it comforting, but it also made the butterflies in your stomach travel further south. You did your best to keep your mind clean on the way there, but it was proving impossible as she played with the hem of your baby pink skirt.

Abby was no fool, she knew it drove you crazy. But maybe that's what drove her to continue her actions. The way your breath would hitch, and you'd stretch your neck from side to side. It always brought a playful smirk to her lips. One she'd never let you see though, at least not yet.

Eventually you got to the mall and Aby brought her hand back to her side, stepping out of the car and walling over to open your door for you. You thanked her with a smile then walked beside her into the mall. It happened to actually be insanely busy, worried you'd lose her in the sea of people you interlocked your fingers with Abbys. You smiled widely as she gave your hand a light squeeze, glancing over at you.

She was leading the way, already having a store in mind. But you stopped her, standing outside of the Yankee Candle. She stopped to stand next to you, confused as to why you wouldn't budge.

"Oh, Abby, please can we go in here?" You asked with puppy dog eyes.

"Ok, fine." She agreed, how could she say no to you?

You smiled big as you walked in, admiring the color coded rows of candles on various shelves. You'd held your arm around hers now, taking her to where all the red and pink candles sat. She watched in amusement as you grabbed one, popping off the lid to take a strong whiff.

"Mm, Abs smell this one." You'd say as you shoved the candle in her face, making it bump into her nose lightly.

"Oh, ok" She chuckled a bit, smiling as she smelt it, "damn, that does smell good. You know what, that smells like your room." She quirked a brow at the familiarity.

"Well probably because I have like five of these at home." You joked.

"Wh- why did you need to smell it here then?" She asked confused.

"It's tradition, I am going to smel every candle in this store." You shrugged, and immediately she was shaking her head in disagreement.

"Ok, no, not all of them!" She argued, "that's gonna take way too long."

"I guess you're right, but here let's at least get through these." You gestured to the shelf of pink candles behind you.

You'd each pick one up, smell it, then hand it to each other to smell for yourselves. Everything was going great, and you'd noted some of your favorites as you went along the shelf. But then, you felt someone grabbing at your forearm, and it wasn't Abby.

"Hey Y/n!" She exclaimed, as if she was beyond happy to see you.

Your eyes widened and you let out a sharp exhale, because of fucking course it was your ex. Stacy. Not only was she a shitty girlfriend, but she totally ghosted you. You'd just assumed that was her way of breaking up with you.

"Uh, hi." You chuckled awkwardly, avoiding Abbys strong gaze.

"Gosh, it's been forever. You know I really missed you, I've been trying to call you too. Did you get a new number or something?" Se asked, feigning innocence as she lightly stroked your arm.

Nope, you'd just blocked her sorry ass on about every platform you could thing of. It was more out of rage than anything, but you certainly didn't regret it.

"Uh, sure lets just say that." You scratched behind your ear, one of your many nervous habits.

"Well, that's too bad. I thought maybe we could catch up, watch a movie like old times?" She bit at her bottom lip with a cheeky smile.

When you guys were together, anytime you'd sit down to watch a movie you never actually watched it. It'd take about twenty minutes or so before you were fucking each other's brains out. As you continued speaking with Stacy, the bitter feeling of jealousy just rose in Abby’s chest.

"Yeah, no" and finally you pulled your arm from her touch, leaning into Abby, "this is Abby, and if im being honest I'd much rather watch a movie with her than you."

Stacy scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, whatever. We both know I'm the best you ever had." Now she was just being cocky.

"Please, as if. I'd put you like fourth at best." You quickly humbled her and she walked away with her head ducked down in embarrassment.

You could feel Abby tense, and you felt bad. It's not like it was your fault you'd run into Stacy, but still. You turned to face her, bringing your hands to her sides. You'd rub them up and down before pulling her body against yours by her waist, resting your had on her shoulder. She sighed, wrapping her arms around your back.

"Still wanna get pretzels and shop?" Your voice was muffled by her neck.

"Mm, let's get pretzels but I don't really feel like shopping anymore." She let out a heavy breath.

"Mkay." You pulled away from her, placing a quick kiss to her lips before taking her hand in your own as she led you two to the Auntie Annes.

Once you got there she ordered for the both of you, you each just got a pretzel and a soda. You'd asked for cheese dip, and she just had hers plain. Something you found outrageous.

The two of you sat on one of the various couches in the mall, just close enough so that your thighs would touch. You ate in silence for a bit, until finally you spoke up.

"Sorry about Stacy earlier. I don't know what the hells gotten into her." You shook your head.

"Oh, that's fine. I'm just glad you didn't take her up on her offer." She let out a small laugh of relief.

"Come on, no way. Besides, like I said, I'd way much rather be spending my time with you." You turned to look at her now, a small smirk on your face.

She smiled back at you, her eyes wandering all over your face. And taking the occasional glance at how good your top made your tits stick out. After a minute you'd bring a hand to the side of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss.

She brought a hand to your waist, smiling as your lips locked with hers. You sighed into her, giving her full access to slip her tongue into your mouth. You'd proceed to swap spit until you were too embarrassed to continue, as you were in public. That and the fact that you worried if you didn't stop, things would go further than just making out.

You finished your food and sipped on your drinks as you walked back out to the car. Abby took you guys back to her place, where she'd ask you to help out with some chores around the house. You didn't mind, more than willing to lend her a helping hand. It was nothing too terrible either, mostly just sweeping or cleaning out clutter.

Hours went by and it was quite dark out now. You and Abby were just lounging on her bed, she had her back against the headboard and her legs spread. You laid with your back on her chest, a hand resting on her thigh as you sat between her legs. After a minute or so, she tapped your shoulder lightly.

"Hm?" You'd hum, not looking back at her.

"You wanna go out?" She asked.

"Like, to a bar?" You'd ask in return.

"Yeah, why not? We haven't gone out in a while." She shrugged.

It didn't seem the most appealing, as you were looking forward to just a cozy night in. But she was right, it'd been too long since you went out together. So you agreed and practically jumped with joy when she let you dress her. Once you'd had her in a rather sexy outfit, you couldn't help but focus on her bare face.

"Can I do your makeup?" You asked, fluttering your eyelashes at her.

"Eh, I don't know." She was hesitant as she preferred a more natural look.

"Pleade please pleaseeee, I'll do anything." You begged, and immediately a smirk formed on her face.

"Anything huh? Alright fine." She agreed, and you pushed her to lay back on her bed as you rummaged through her vanity.

It took you a while, but finally you found what you were looking for. A black eyeliner pencil, a tube of mascara, and a tinted chapstick which was the closest you'd get to lip gloss. You set the makeup products down on the bed beside Abby, then you pushed her legs together as she had a habit of manspreading.

You tried to ignore the fluttering in both your stomach, and your cunt, as you straddled her then leaned forward to grab the eyeliner. Abby, of course, had a stupid smirk painted on her face as she brought her hands to rest on your hips.

"You know, I think I like you on top." She'd whisper in a sultry voice.

"Shut the fuck up." You'd respond, letting out a low laugh as you practically layed on top of her so you could begin drawing on her eyeliner.

Her eyes bored into yours as you did your best to give her a straight wing, and you were rather pleased with your finished work. Leaning back, you set the eyeliner pen down and went to reach for the mascara. But Abby stopped you before you could, her hands finding a tight grip on your wrists. Your breath hitched as you struggled to get them free, steadying yourself so your hands were at either side of her head.

"What are you doing, hm? Thought you wanted to go out." You whispered against her face as your lips were nearly touching hers as you spoke.

"I don't know, I've got something else in mind now." She looked at you with suggestive eyes.

"Oh, yeah? Like what?" You prompted, wiggling your hips a bit so that your clothed cunt grazed against hers perfectly.

"Mm, fuck." She groaned, and before you knew it she was on top.

Abby wouldn't waste any time, first she'd start by kissing you sloppily. Then traveling her lips to your jaw, and your neck to suck a few hickeys that'd definitely be visible tomorrow. You let out something between a huff and a moan as she kissed her way down to your waist, pulling your skirt down and tossing it to the floor. She'd tapped your legs, looking at you from where she knelt between your legs.

"Put your legs up for me baby." She smiled as you listened, raising and spreading your legs at once so she had a perfect view of your white panties.

She let out a low chuckle, pressing her fingers to the wet spot that had formed on them. She watched you intently as she ran her fingers up and down your clothed cunt, circling at your clit for just a moment before pulling away completely.

"Abbyyy~" You whined, bucking your hips up against nothing, searching for some kind of relief.

"Shh, I know baby, I know." She shushed you as she brought her hands to your thighs, spreading your legs unbelievably further as she placed feather light kisses to your inner thighs.

So close, yet so far from where you needed her the most.

"Mmnph- Abby, fuck. Please." You whined, and of course she'd play dumb.

"What is it, baby? What do you need?" She asked, continued the kisses on your inner thighs.

"Ugh, just fucking-" You gasped slightly as she pressed her tongue flat against the wet spot on your panties, lapping at it "fuckk, need you inside me." You let out a small moan.

A devilish smile was present on her face as she finally pulled your panties off, starting with some kisses to your clit. You threw your head back, letting it sink further into the mattress as you let out moans and whimpers from the way she sucked at your sensitive bud. And you thought, finally, as she circled your hole unbelievably slow with her middle finger before plunging it in all the way.

You let out a breathy moan, the way her finger curled up against that sweet spot made you feel like you were going to black out. After about a minute or so of her moderately paced thrusts, you let out a whine.

"More." You demanded with a whimper.

"More what?" She'd ask in return, as if she didn't already know the answer.

"Mm~ fingers! Please, daddy." And your eyes widened at the name, it was unexpected to say the least.

Immediately you worried Abby would find it weird, or that she wouldn't be into it. But much to your dismay, she let out a low groan as she pushed her ring finger into your hole.

"Fuck, say it again." She commanded, and of course you obliged.

You'd continue to make and whine, the word 'daddy' being the majority of your vocabulary now. A few more minutes went by and you felt that familiar pressure in yohr stomach.

"Ab- Mm, fuck, daddy. 'M gonna cum." You whined, your brows furrowing in pleasure.

"Go ahead baby, cum for Daddy." She let out a small moan as your juices coated her fingers.

She didn't stop though, driving you into overstimulation until you'd be begging her to stop. Once she did, she brought her fingers to your mouth. You opened up and welcomed them with your warm tongue, swirling it around them and moaning at the taste of yourself.

"That's my girl, clean your mess." She smiled at you as you sucked her fingers clean, "Yeah, good girl." She hummed.

And you swore you felt your clit throb at the pet name because Jesus fucking Christ.

"Abs~" You whined, for what you're not entirely sure.

She brought a finger to your lips, shushing you before giving you a small pat on your upper thigh.

"Be right back baby, stay right here." She walked over to her closet, dropping her pants them retrieving an item from the top shelf.

You could've foamed at the mouth when she walked back over with a goddamn eight inch bright pink strap tied on her waist. She brought her hands to rub at your hips softly, a smile plastered on her face.

"You're so fucking beautiful..." She whispered, "you already came all over my fingers, but I bet you'll like it even better when you cum on my cock, hm?" She rubbed her hands across your thighs and just skimmed them on your tummy a bit.

"Mm-hm, yes Daddy. Please, wanna cum all over your cock." You whined.

She nodded her head to the nightstand behind you, which is where the lube sat.

"You wanna help me out? Be a good girl and get my cock all nice and ready for you?" She asked, and you nodded feverishly.

Leaning back, you stretched your arm to grab the bottle, unintentionally arching your back. The sight had Abby illiciting a soft groan, her grip on your hips tightening at the sight of you. You popped the cap open, squirting(😉) a decent amount of lube onto your hand. Then you reached forward, wrapping it around the long strap and stroking it gently as you coated it. Once you were finished you closed the bottle and tossed it to the side on the bed, wiping your semi-sticky hand on the sheets.

Abby took her time, and it felt like forever. But she finally pushed into you, and God it felt amazing. The stretch was just enough, almost too much, but not quite there. It rested against that sweet sweet spot perfectly, and then as she began to thrust you felt like you'd die from how good it felt.

"D-daddy..." You whined, and she stilled for a moment.

Her hands came to either side of your face, as she peered down at you.

"Yes, baby?" She asked, smirking at how you pouted from the way she stopped her motions.

"Please, don't go easy." You let out a small moan.

Her smile only grew, and so did yours as her thrusts resumed. She started at an unbearably slow pace, but quickly went harder and faster. You brought a hand to grip her bicep, the other one laying lazily above your head. She kept a strong grip on your legs as she pounded into you so relentlessly. Then, she brought her hands to underneath your thighs so she could pess your knees to your chest. Somehow she'd managed to thrust into you even harder, even faster.

"Stacy ever fuck you this good, hm?" Abby asked with a smirk.

"N-no, only you can fuck me this good daddy mm~" You moaned.

Your moans only grew louder, occasional whimpers and whines slipping past your lips at how good Abby was fucking you. It didn't take much more for you to cum, and when you finally did it felt so perfect. You practically screamed as you came, and all Abby could do was smile and let out a small moan at how fucking sexy it all was.

Once she'd felt you'd finished riding out your high, she pulled out. You whined at the emptiness, and she chuckled softly.

"Come on, I want you on top. Wanna see you ride my cock." She rubbed at your sides, helping you up as you were already a bit exhausted after having came twice.

She let out a deep sigh, caressing your hips as she reached for the lube feeling a bit more was needed. You waited as she coated her beautifully long strap in it, resting as you straddled her thighs. You raised yourself up, and she slid into your sopping cunt once again.

Your thighs twitched as you leaned forward, almost laying completely on top of her as you slowly rocked your hips and grinded down onto her cock. Abby moved her hands to your hips, helping you move your hips in just the right way.

You'd grabbed her strong shoulders to stabilize yourself, letting loud sweet moans fall past your lips as you gripped them helplessly. Abby bit down on her bottom lip as the strap was hitting her clit just perfectly, but it was too soft. She didn't mind though, because with the way your tits were bouncing in her face she could probably finish right here. She wouldn't yet though.

"Fuck, baby, you drive me insane." Abby let out a small huff as her hands roamed all over your back.

You let out a small laugh, grinding unbelievably harder as you were chasing what would now be your third release. After a minute or so, you leaned back and placed your hands behind you on her legs to stabilize yourself. Abby moaned loudly as she held your waist.

"Oh, f-feels 's much better like that." She whined, the strap hitting her clit just right now.

She thrusted into you, moaning as she watched the way your tits bounced and your body jiggled. It didn't take much more for you to cum this time, and it hit you like a truck. You sighed exasperatedly as your body stilled with exhaustion. Abby groaned frustratedly, resuming her movements as you'd stopped. She came with a loud moan and a smile on her face.

You let yourself fall against her, your boobs resting against her own which were covered by her black sports bra. You were breathless, your arms wrapping around her. She brought her arms to rub your back soothingly.

"Did you cum?" Your voice was whiny and breathless, but you were worried more than anything that you hadn't returned the pleasure Abby had given you.

"Yeah, fuck." She'd respon, easing your worries.

"I need a second." You let out another sigh, Abby chuckled lightly, rubbing at your hips.

"'S ok, you can take a second." She placed a kiss to your cheeks, letting you lie there for as long as you'd need.

Once you were ready, Abby pulled out and lied you down on the bed before standing and removing her strap. She walked to the bathroom and brought back a wet washcloth to wipe you down with, caressing your cheek and placing a kiss to your forehead. You smiled up at her, bringing a hand to her shoulder.

She discarded the rag then helped you get into one of her t-shirts and a pair of boxers, while she stayed in her sports bra and threw on some boxers as well. She climbed into bed with you, spooning you from behind as she pulled you against her. You relaxed against her, smiling as she'd push a strand of hair behind your ear then place one last kiss on your cheek before resting her head so that her nose was in your hair. You'd both fall asleep shortly after.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby x reader #abby x y/n #abby x you #abby anderson smut #abby smut #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x f!reader

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Know Thy Enemy pt2

This is so long, oh my gosh, it's 4.7k words and I still felt like I was cutting it down a lot.

@those-damn-snippets

allergens: tactless references to sex

cw: car accident (mild), medical emergency, presence of alcohol

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The doorbell rang at two on the dot. Hero stood, wiping her clammy palms on her leggings. This was recon. This was recon. If anyone from the agency asked, she would tell them the opportunity presented itself and it was in everyone's best interest for her to take it. She straightened her knee-length pleated skirt, she adjusted her blouse, and she opened the door.

Villain smiled at her, his hair coiffed back. He was wearing slacks and a nice sweater, and he had a simple bouquet of pink and yellow flowers. She gaped at them.

"Oh, I, I didn't know you were bringing flowers," she blurted. His smile turned lop-sided.

"What kind of date would I be if I didn't bring flowers?" Ahk, there was that word again—

"Er, let me…." Hero didn't finish her sentence, just taking the flowers from him and walking into her kitchen. She didn't own any vases, but she had a small set of tall drinking glasses that would probably work. What kind of date brought flowers with no vase, she might ask?

Once the flowers were set with cold water, she put them in the middle of the table. They'd be good there for now. She turned around to find Villain crouched down beside her TV, riffling through her book collection.

She'd never been so mortified to own romcom novels as she suddenly was right now in this moment. He pulled a book out and thumbed across all of the pages in two seconds, then turned the book around to read the back. He was right about to get to her favorites section, and she didn't feel like dying of the embarrassment.

"We should get going," she blurted. She could fry an egg on her face right now. She suddenly wished she'd picked a more open top; it was too hot in here. Villain looked up at her, then made a little sound and put the book back before standing. He was all smiles again.

"Right this way, my dear."

Villain drove her into a more run-down part of town. She was expecting an out-of-the-way restaurant, some kind of hole-in-the-wall hangout that only people in that neighborhood would have heard of.

She definitely wasn't expecting a room of a dozen kids screaming excitedly upon Villain's arrival.

Hero watched like a deer in headlights as Villain was crowded by shrill screams and little hugs. He lit up around them, hugging as many of them at once as he could.

"Everyone, I brought my new girlfriend —"

"Girlfr—?!"

"—This is Ro!"

The room echoed with an unharmonious cry of, "Hi, Ro!" and it scared the hell out of her for just a moment. But there was no recognition in these children's eyes.

"Ro's gonna help us with today's science project," Villain announced, turning the last words into a conspiratory kind of stage whisper. Once again the kids screamed excitedly, but this time, they all ran to the various little tables in the room. Villain reached out and froze one of the kids in place, making Hero's heart stop. What was he doing? They were just a kid!

Hero was just about to start yelling at him when the kid unfroze and spun around, giggling and jumping excitedly. Villain crouched down and motioned for the little kid to come forward with a finger.

"Now, Milly," Villain whispered, looking around suspiciously.

"Yeah?" the kid replied, nodding his head excitedly.

"I have a special assignment for you," Villain whispered as he reached up and grabbed Hero's hand. She flinched, looking down at where he was touching her. She wasn't used to feeling his skin; his powers nullified all sense of touch. His hand was slightly rough, like a half-formed callous, and his skin was cool to the touch. He pulled down on her wrist, and she hesitantly crouched down next to him. "My girlfriend, here," Villain explained and Hero bit her tongue for now, "doesn't know how to build a circuit." How did he know that? What if she did? Her training could have included electrics.

It didn't. …But it could have.

"I need you to bring her up to speed on your project," Villain finished, smiling his charming, movie star smile. Milly looked to Hero suspiciously. Hero looked back, raising an eyebrow. He raised one right back at an impressive angle. He crossed his arms, and she did the same.

"Okay, over here," Milly said slowly, getting up and going to a table. Hero glanced at Villain as he continued to smile. He gave her a little wave, then turned and walked to a different table.

Milly apparently knew all about circuits. Unfortunately, Hero didn't know the first thing. He started explaining things three levels above her head and she struggled to keep up. She asked questions and had him clarify as he worked, but she was drowning. She wouldn't come out of the situation knowing anything more than she had entered with.

But Milly didn't mind at all. As he talked more, he became absolutely aglow with excitement, and he answered all of Hero's questions animatedly and eagerly. Once he started smiling, he didn't stop. And it made Hero smile, too.

Before they knew it, an hour and a half had passed.

"Alright, kiddos!" Villain cried, clapping his hands together. "Ro and I have to go!" He smiled at his own silly rhyme and several of the kids shared their disappointment. Surprisingly tough crowd. Hero looked to Milly, and he looked at her hopefully.

"Are you gonna come back?" he asked. His brown eyes were melting Hero's heart.

"I don't know, kiddo," she uttered. "Maybe. I liked spending time with you."

"Me, too!" He beamed, and she smiled right back. Hero's attention was drawn to the bulk of the kids as they started chanting, "Up! Up! Up!" and then Milly raced over to be with them. Villain's smile became mischievous, and he crouched down as if ready to pounce.

"Alright, just once!" The kids screamed and all crouched down, too. Hero leaned back, crossing her arms and observing.

"Okay, one…" The kids crouched deeper, quieting down except for excited giggles. "Two…!" Villain got lower, giving everyone a crazed grin, wiggling his fingers like some old-timey cowboy in a tense shoot-off. The kids waited an extra beat, one of them flinched partially upright, and then— "Three!"

All of the kids jumped as high as they could as Villain sprang to his feet, flinging his hands skyward like some kind of mad scientist. The kids suddenly all stopped, hovering in the air even as they flapped their arms and kicked their legs.

"Higher!" one cried, trying to fly. Another groaned, long and strained as they kicked and reached as if to climb. A third was desperately trying to swim upwards.

Hero put a hand over her mouth, giggles rolling up her throat as Villain gasped and strained, acting for all the world like he was trying to hold something massively heavy in his hands. He lowered them to his shoulders, then leaned back and grunted, holding his invisible burden at his belly. The kids protested, and Hero finally noticed they were slowly slipping back down to the ground. More and more protests filled the room as Villain fell to a knee, then heroically hiked his burden once more to his shoulders. But it was too much, and he started to collapse. Hero couldn't help the full-on laughter that shook her when he plopped belly-down onto the floor, all of the kids falling and yelling and then running up to jostle him upright, chanting for another go. He got to his feet as if exhausted.

"No more," he panted. "No more."

"Again! Again! Again!" Hero grinned, climbing to her feet, rushing over and joining the others. Villain looked at her with… something fond. She didn't want to think about it too hard.

"Okay, okay, one more time."

He did it four times all told.

Hero waved out of the car window as she and Villain backed away from the shabby little school. Parents had begun arriving, and most of the kids waved back as they walked to another car in the parking lot.

"You were really good with Milly," Villain uttered softly as he turned the wheel. Hero looked over to him.

"Oh." She looked down at her hands. "Yeah. He's a sweet kid."

"He is," Villain agreed. He pulled slowly away from the parking spot. "He doesn't usually like adults."

Hero glanced over at Villain, but his eyes were on the little road to the parking lot entrance. She'd gotten the feeling that Milly was distrustful of her at first. And she didn't blame him — she was a stranger, after all. But the way Villain said, "He doesn't usually like adults," seemed a bit… loaded. Had something happened? She wasn't sure she'd want to know. But part of her burned to know that sweet little boy wasn't being hurt.

"Why not?" she whispered. Villain glanced over to her, slowing to a stop to pull onto the street, and he gave her a lopsided, dorky smile.

"Most people get petty when they realize he's smarter than they are."

Hero stared at him. There was a muscle in her head that instantly pulled the, "How dare you!" switch in her brain. But also, Milly had been much more knowledgable than her on their topic for the day.

And why the hell should that be a bad thing?

She shrugged. "Their loss. He's a great kid." Villain beamed brightly at her before looking back to the road and pulling smoothly into traffic.

"I knew you'd get along," he said, almost to himself. For some reason, that made Hero blush, and she looked back down to her hands.

Their next stop was a "friend's" house. Hero stopped as soon as the words left Villain's mouth, one foot still in the car, the other on the sidewalk.

"Wait," Hero blurted, "this isn't… Supervillain's house, is it?" Villain barked an incredulous laugh, turning around on the walkway to face her.

"No?" he said, the expensive-looking, two story house looming behind him. "I would never willingly spend time with that square."

This time, Hero barked a laugh. Villain grinned brightly in his movie star way, then motioned for her to follow and continued to the door.

He didn't knock, he just walked right in. "Oh, Misses Norris!" he sang loudly into the entryway, leaving the door wide open for Hero to walk in. She closed it behind them. "Yoohoo!"

"I'm in here!" came a cranky reply. Villain strode off to the right with a little skip in his step, and Hero followed close behind. They came into a pretty living room — all of the walls and carpet and tabletops were white, and the chairs and flowers were all dark blue. A little, old woman was sitting opposite a large TV, knitting something, and the look she threw Villain as he walked in with wide arms was distinctly annoyed.

But the look she threw Hero was downright dangerous.

"Who's 'at?" Misses Norris demanded, shooting Villain a suspicious look.

"Who?" he said too dismissively to be innocent. He looked up and around and then at Hero as if he hadn't been sure she was even in the room. "Oh, Ro?" he said, looking down and waving dismissively at Misses Norris. He was wearing that movie star smile again. "She's just my friend. Had nothing better to do today."

Hero could have scoffed. But Misses Norris was making her too nervous, so she just waved shyly. The old lady looked her over with sharp, judgmental eyes.

"What do you do for a living, Ro?" Norris demanded.

"I'm a civil servant," Hero replied instantly. Norris scoffed, then looked down to resume her knitting. Something about it made Hero shrivel a little.

"So you're a government slave?"

"N-no—"

"Basically," Villain interrupted. Hero looked at him, betrayed and uneasy, and he patted Norris on the shoulder. "I was hoping to get her to change her career to hospice care."

Hero almost choked.

"I'm not dying yet, you little shit!" Norris barked, and Villain tried to dance out of the way but still got a punishing smack on the ass. Hero put a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. Villain was laughing.

"Ro, would you mind making us some turkey sandwiches?" Villain asked, all smiles as he put a hand once more on Norris' shoulder. Hero just nodded, glad for the excuse to leave Misses Norris' sight.

Thankfully, the kitchen wasn't very hard to find. It was big and clean, and Hero got the distinct impression this was far too much house for Norris to keep up on her own. Either way, the fridge was tidy and the kitchen well-organized, and Hero set about using the blessedly narrow range of options to put together three sandwiches. She was just putting the last one together when she nearly had a heart attack.

"Are you trying to get into Villy's pants?"

Hero jumped and almost didn't catch the butter knife, then put a hand on her chest. She looked to Misses Norris, panting. Norris didn't seem the least bit remorseful, just raised her eyebrows from the kitchen entrance as if to say, "Answer the damn question."

"I think it's kind of the other way around," Hero blurted. Norris snorted.

"Villy? Nah. He wouldn't know what to do with a woman if she was spread out in front of him."

Holy shit, this woman had no filter.

"Uh—" Hero looked down at the sandwiches, then the knife in her hand. "Well, I-I promise I'm not trying to seduce him." She rinsed the knife off in the sink, but she could still feel Norris' eyes on her back.

"Good," she grunted. "Because he's a good boy, and he doesn't need to be pulled around by some harlot."

Hero paused. Then she turned off the water. She didn't turn to Norris, not yet. She wanted to make really sure she had heard that correctly.

On the one hand, this lady was being very rude. Downright mean. Hero hadn't asked to come into this house, but she was being set upon. And where the hell was Villain right now? Hero hadn't done anything to this lady except make her a sandwich.

On the other hand, this woman was just about the right age to have chronic, low-grade lead poisoning. Irritability and difficulty opening up to new ideas were some of the most common symptoms.

Hero turned her head. If she thought about it, Norris was just worried about Villain. Thinking about it twice, Norris had probably walked in here to give her a shovel talk. So what did Norris want to hear? Would she believe it if Hero said she wasn't interested? Would she be put off if Hero tried to act sweetly?

People give the kind of love they want to receive. And Norris had cursed at Villain and smacked him before coming in here to threaten Hero should she hurt him.

"You're right," Hero said, turning and leaning back against the sink, crossing her arms. Her heart was pounding like she was walking into a fight. "He deserves to be taken care of." Hero looked straight into Norris' eyes. "And if he's being mistreated, I will do something about it."

Norris waited a moment, then narrowed her eyes at Hero. Hero held eye contact, the butter knife glinting in her hand. Norris turned her head, parting her lips as if to speak, then paused again.

"Are you… threatening me?" Norris challenged. Hero gave her best impression of a nonchalant shrug.

"Are you hurting him?"

"Of course not!" Norris barked.

"Well then, there you go."

Norris stared at Hero, but it wasn't a glare anymore. Hero tried not to grit her teeth too hard, but nervous energy was welling up in her throat like it was dammed. Norris gave Hero another once-over, more assessing now than judgmental.

Norris looked Hero in the eye, then turned and left. Hero counted to ten before sighing in relief and putting a hand to her forehead.

Norris kept watching Hero while they all ate lunch. She sat close to Villain, fussing about the way he ate and then trying to bait him into saying how much he needed her around. Hero would have been put off by such behavior normally, but there was something… playful about it. Like Norris was just trying to get him to say something he'd sworn not to so she could laugh and call him out on it. But Villain was too smart for that sort of thing, and he cleverly dodged her verbal strikes.

Hero watched Villain as he smiled at Misses Norris and pulled the crust off of his sandwich. He smiled a lot, she was noticing. She'd seen it in the field, but it was always his movie star smile or his wry smirk. She liked the goofy smile. It… made him really handsome.

She carefully raised her sandwich and took a bite.

By the time they left Norris' house, it was getting dark. Villain kissed her on the crown of her head before stepping off of the porch.

"Come back before Hell freezes over, would ya?" Norris called as Hero and Villain walked to the car. Villain laughed and called over his shoulder:

"I'll see what I can pencil in!"

Hero hid her smile, and they climbed in. Villain let out a long sigh. He looked a little drained, and Hero picked the first joke that came to mind.

"Taking me to see your mom on a first date?" she ventured warily, buckling her seatbelt. Villain barked a laugh.

"Think of Misses Norris more like…." He put a tongue into his cheek and rolled his head thoughtfully. "A long-lost lover."

Hero balked for a moment. Norris was… delicate. She moved slowly and her right hand trembled and not all of her fingers were straight. Hero suddenly couldn't help but wonder if Norris and Villain were still… active. Oh, God, suddenly she was picturing Villain naked!

Stop! Stop, oh, jeez!

Villain laughed at her as she put her hands on her face. How did he make her so nervous? Nobody else in her life had this effect on her.

"If she's your lover, you're obviously not doing a good job," Hero moaned as if the words were being dragged out of her. Villain's laughing stuttered to a stop.

"What?" he asked, a smile in his voice.

"She's so cranky!" Hero cried, looking to Villain with probably the loudest blush she'd ever worn in her life. Villain howled with laughter, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to the steering wheel, and Hero covered her face again to hide her own laughter.

The next stop was supposed to be the last. They went back into town, and Hero admired the lights as Villain drove. The sky was still darkening, but all of the signs and street lamps were on and ready for the night.

Villain pulled into what was apparently a popular restaurant. The parking lot was pretty full, so they took a spot further away from the building.

Hero was getting nervous again. It hit her again that she was on a date. With Villain. This was definitely going into her file. What even was the punishment for dating the enemy? She didn't want to lose this job. She wanted to be where she could help people. And there wasn't exactly a surplus of hero agencies around.

"What's on your mind?" Villain asked. Hero looked up to see him watching her face. His expression was so soft. She admired the gentle part of his lips for a moment before looking down.

"I just… don't want to get in trouble," she admitted. It sounded stupid to say out loud. Like she was twelve years old and worried her parents would ground her. Villain took a deep breath and looked to the building as they continued towards it.

"I really meant it when I said you're too good for them," he uttered. Hero played with her hands. He didn't get it. Most villains were basically freelancers, and there was no central body for them to answer to. They didn't need to be organized to do what they wanted. But Hero did. She couldn't get situation reports on unfolding trouble from a news channel. She couldn't get from one end of town to the other in ten minutes in her own car.

Villain bumped her elbow softly.

"Why do you work for them?" he asked. She sighed and examined the lines on her palms.

"I don't know how else to help people," she whispered. There was nothing else for a hero to do except sign onto the agency.

Although, it wasn't exactly like she was a good hero.

"You helped Milly," Villain offered. Hero blinked. She… supposed. Milly did look happy, at least. And he'd asked if she was coming back. "And Misses Norris sure liked you," Villain went on. "I figured she would; you're whip-smart."

There it was again. Hero frowned, looking away. She really wished he'd stop —

An old sedan jumped the curb next to them, headlights gnashing, engine roaring.

They couldn't get out of the way in time.

"Look out!" Hero screamed, grabbing Villain.

The car struck Hero's outstretched palm, metal twisting as she adjusted her stance to let the car continue across her right side in a tight arc. She twisted, holding onto the grill as something broke, letting the car turn until it was on Hero's other side, facing the sidewalk it had just screamed over, bouncing on its wheels as the radiator bled onto the pavement.

Hero panted, shaking, staring with wide eyes at the now motionless car. The grill was practically ripped apart and one of the front wheels was twisted. She'd probably totaled it.

She looked back at her other hand where she was holding onto Villain by the shirt. She had his sweater balled up in her fist, and he was holding onto her wrist with both hands, eyes wide. He was trembling all over, breathing shallowly. He looked away from the car to Hero, and she noticed for the first time that his eyes were a dark brown.

She let go of him carefully, then dug out her phone. He was panting, and his shaking was getting worse.

"I could've died," he breathed.

"Shh, Villain, listen to me," Hero said, using her hero voice. She put a hand on his face and flashed the phone's flashlight into his eyes in a practiced motion. "You need to sit down and focus on your breathing," she commanded, noting his eyes were dilating normally. They were a rich color, like fudge, but a bit lighter towards the pupil. He turned them to her, and they dilated slightly.

"You just saved my life," he breathed. She put her phone away and didn't bother to mention that he was only here because of her.

"Sit down, focus on deep, long breaths; I have to check on the driver." Villain nodded, watching her face, and she let go of him and hurried to the car.

There was only one person inside. He looked to be older, and he was leaning hard on his right side. He turned his head slightly when Hero came to the window, and she noticed right away his expression was completely lop-sided.

She grabbed the door handle and pulled, but it didn't open. She braced her feet and grabbed with both hands, but it still wouldn't yield.

Shit, what was more expensive, the hinge or the window?

She reached over and gripped the door, pulling and crushing the metal in her hand to get access to the hinge. She forced her hand in, wincing at the loud, awful noises the metal was making, and crushed and tore the door hinge until the whole thing suddenly sagged. She gripped the door and removed it from the latch, then laid it carefully aside to avoid any further damage.

She reached in and flashed her light in the man's eyes.

"Hello, sir, do you know where you are?" she asked commandingly, careful not to move his head. His right pupil was blown and didn't respond to the light. "Sir, can you tell me your name?"

He swallowed and went to speak, but no coherent sounds came out.

Hero was already dialing emergency police.

"Sir, sit still and don't move your head, okay?" Hero commanded. He stared at her, swallowing again as the line was picked up.

Hero calmly and quickly relayed the important details of the situation to the dispatcher. She carefully pulled out the man's wallet and searched for any information about his health, monitoring him for any signs that he was getting worse.

Once the man's condition was communicated, she checked on Villain again and determined that he didn't need an ambulance. She didn't really want him on the scene when the paramedics arrived if she could help it, so she suggested he hide somewhere. He muttered something about grabbing them a table and then went inside.

It took forty five minutes to clear the scene, and all the while Hero was anxiously glancing at the restaurant. What if Villain wasn't okay? What if she missed something and he was just sitting there, going into the next stage of shock? She kept waiting to hear another ambulance, to see another set of emergency lights coming towards them. But she gave her statement to the police, and when they dismissed her, she hurried into the building and was shown to the booth where Villain was looking into a glass of wine. He looked up suddenly when she started to sit.

"I am so sorry," Hero blurted, smoothing her skirt. "Are you okay? Are you dizzy or light-headed at all?"

Villain stared at her, and it made her worry. Normally he might have smiled and tried to make a joke.

"I'm okay," he said with a slight nod. She nodded, too, leaning forward over the table. Villain looked down at his glass, swirling it softly. Then, much to Hero's relief, he cracked a smile.

"So," he uttered, looking up at her through dark lashes. She felt a slight blush warm her face, but didn't look away, the trickle of adrenalin still in her veins making her brave. "How about that second date?"

She was too shocked to laugh. He sipped his wine, one hand wrapped delicately around the glass while the other stayed flat on the table.

He really wanted to do this again? They'd barely had any time alone together all day. And she was sure the near-death experience would have warded him off of her. She realized she was expecting him to call this date off, expecting him to be mad he had to wait after nearly getting flattened, expected him to say, "You know what, I think you're just too much trouble," and leave.

She stared at him. There was no way he'd really had a good time today. He was still pale even now, and his fingers were still shaking when he wasn't hiding it.

"You… still want to go out again?" He gave her his movie star smile.

"Never stopped," he said. Hero looked down at her hands. She wasn't exactly sold on the idea of fraternizing. He was the enemy, and if the agency found out, she'd be toast.

But… she'd felt more helpful today than she had in a long time. Sure, Milly wasn't in any kind of trouble, but he was engaging, and knowing he normally couldn't do that made Hero's heart swell. Sure, Norris was cantankerous and rude, but Hero could tell she really appreciated having company. And the crash had been awful, but Hero was proud of the quick and effective way she handled the situation.

She met Villain's gaze. He was relaxing again now that she was here. Because she was here. Realizing that made her chest warm up. He wasn't a regular citizen, no, but… she was starting to finally feel wanted by spending time with him.

And maybe it was selfish of her to pick that over the moral high ground. But as she played with the roll of silverware in front of her, she decided that she maybe deserved to get something she wanted. Because it wasn't like breaking agency rules meant she couldn't help people, evidently enough.

"A second date sounds great."

#writing #writeblr #hero and villain #hero x villain #Fayte writes #these two turned out pretty cute #dorky villain #goofy villain #flirty villain #shy hero #self conscious hero #he could totally get her to turn to the dark side #there's less red tape over there

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hey all folks!! me and @fanficwriter284 have decided to collab!! This is gonna be a continuation of their fic that they wrote a while back that was a crossover between our two aus!!

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The kingdom of Rein and the kingdom of Cruor have been long since been allied. Both between the kings, as well as a more secretive alliance. The Madeyed King and a vampire, more commonly known as The She-Bat, have formed an alliance in exchange for goods and services on both ends. It was mainly protection for the vampiress whenever she traveled during the day. During the night she had no problem, of course. In exchange for the King’s services, she would send him vials and grant him supernatural protection that would last him a life time.

This alliance was kept a secret for a very specific reason. King Earnest Burtram was a man who despised vampires to his very core. Despite being rumored to be one, he despised them nonetheless. He would lose his cool over the mention of them being in his kingdom. That certainly didn’t help his case.

Things were normal in the castle. Maids and servants were busy in the kitchen preparing endless meals. Earnest himself was in his study, signing some documents pertaining to a foreign land and alliances. He elegantly stroked the paper with the quil, carefully yet skillfully making letters on the paper. He looked up for a moment as he heard feet rapidly approaching his study. The door was gently opened and one of his many servants stood in the doorway.

“Sir, a hawk approached the castle with a letter. We assume it’s from one of.. them,” the servant announced as they handed him the rolled up letter.

The parchment was a cream color and was rolled up neatly. It was held close due to an amulet that was wrapped around it. The amulet itself was a black gem that shone a ruby red color in the light. It had a carving in the back of it that could only be identified as a vampire’s marking. By that alone, he was put on edge and a very angry one at that. He slid off the amulet before unraveling the the letter and reading it.

Salutations, Sir Madeye

I must commemorate you on your sudden action of sending more men over to me during my time of need. With the summer on it’s way, I’ve needed as much help as I could get, and your men have been more than sufficient.

I couldn’t thank you enough for protecting both me and my drudge from any harmful forces we may encounter. As a token of my appreciation, here’s a charm. On the back of it, my symbol is carved into it. While we may be im different parts of the land, my protection is still as strong and should you be in supernatural peril, you should find this amulet very useful.

Eternally grateful,

Tiffany Valentine

That name. That name drove him up the wall. That was the name of the vampire he had been looking for for decades. Long, painful decades. His face grew hot as his anger damn there boiled over. He hastily wrapped the the letter back up and handed it to his servant.

“Summon a carrier pigeon, I have some business I need to attend to,” Earnest demanded in a gruff voice.

The servant knew immediately what this meant and nodded diligently. Earnest pulled out a sheet of parchment and immediately began writing his note to King Madeye. He was due to pay him a visit.

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hoooo boy this was super fun to write!! i haven’t written in ages so i apologize if anything sounds odd, i’m a lil rusty hehe. Hope y’all enjoyed!!

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Ingredients: Katsuki Bakugou x Gn!Reader Contains: kidnapping, violence, stupid police officers Type of order: idk a small cup of coffee (tiny bit of angst) Words: 1852 Taglist: @loveing-eyes A/N: Dear Anon there it is, your wished continuation. I hope you like it. Thanks again for liking the first part <3

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He was still stunned, and therefor couldn't move one inch. Your words were still echoing in his head. "I leave because I love you. I don't want to interfere with your love for your wife. I leave because the pain is unbearable, and our friendship is ruined. I hope you will be happy. Farewell, Bakugou." His stomach churned, and the wedding party was his least problem at that moment. After minutes he stormed outside and tried to follow you. Just as he stepped outside in the cool spring breeze, you entered an uber and drove off. “They are such a dumbass.” he hissed. With all his might, he activated his quirk and chased the car. “For fuck sake that couldn't be real. His quirk wasn’t as fast as it would be during the summertime, and he almost lost sight of the car. Why was he driving so fast? Eventually, he lost the car. “Damn.” he was almost fuming with rage. You can’t leave him, not now. Not after you told him you loved him. He needed to do something. Things weren’t supposed to end like this. Bakugou made a quick pause at Musutafu's tallest skyscraper to locate the Uber driver's automobile. He teared his hair. "God forbid. Fuck," he yelled. He didn’t care about his wife at the moment, she was capable enough of being alone for a while, but all he cared about was you. “Where are they? Fuck. This shitty, witted fucking annoying piece of shit. Must always act before they think.” By now, he had almost ripped his hair out.

His attention was drawn to a fast automobile. It was your uber's grey vehicle. He was driving erratically. Without hesitation, Bakugou activated his quirk once agian and speeded behind the car. “Heck, is this driver drunk or what?” The car slipped and slid from one side to the other. Bakugou tried to gain speed, to be faster than the speeding car, and he succeeded. Standing in the middle of the road, he stretched his arms in front of him, creating a ball of multiple explosions. With a loud shout, he let go of it "Stun Grenade". With a loud boom, a large wall of fire parted the streets and caused every driver to make an emergency brake. Everyone around got blinded, and the Uber driver also had to stand still. That was his call to investigate the car. Katsuki didn't care that his Tuxedo was ripped, he only wanted to stop you from getting away. He violently opened the door of the small grey Toyota Yaris. But what he found was not to his liking.

The driver was unconscious, and there was not a trace of you, as you just evaporated into the air. "Where are they?" growled the blond one, as he grabbed the man by the collar. The driver mumbled something incoherent as a response. "Get your shit together, villain. Spit it." The explosive hero grew impatient. His hands started to sweat, and a little explosion formed. Bakugou's red eyes glared at the man in front of him. "Don't know..." the driver tried to form words. His hand was ready to blow up an explosion right into his face. The eyes of the driver widened in fear. "Hahaha all frightened are we?" A malicious grin plastered on Bakugous's face. He was going almost berserk by now. "Where is Y/n?" he almost screamed.

"Who you're talking about?" While the other heroes and police officers came, the driver murmured and fell unconscious. "Pro hero Dynamight. Care to explain what happened?" asked Philbert Darcy, the head police officer of the Police Force. He was an intimidating person, but not for the second-placed pro hero. "H/n drove with this Uber driver to the airport, but the driver was a risk to the public traffic. Besides that, he kidnaped them and is now hiding the truth," he explained as rationally as possible. "Mister Bakugou. I am happy that you serve our country as an excellent hero, but you should be at your wedding party besides that, I only see the destruction of the street, injured civilians, and a hero who acted without permission during his holiday. You are abusing your powers. I have to get you into custody." It didn't take a second to get the chains on Bakugou to transport him into pre-trial detention.

"What are you dumbasses thinking? I didn't do anything," yelled Bakugou as they shoved him into the car. "That's what every villain says, so shut up." growled the driving policeman. "I am not a villain. I am a hero. I tried to save them, but they disappeared..." The police officer closed the small window to the backseat. "Fucking idiots." His mind was a never-ending series of questions, none of which could be answered. Why did you leave? Who captured you? Why wasn't he faster? Why was he inside a police car? He nearly got dizzy from all the thoughts that wreaked his mind. He was intelligent, yet he felt absolutely inept at the time.

The car came to a halt at the police station, and they dragged him out. "Follow us, culprit." The rude officer dragged him inside the coldhearted building. He followed them like an obedient puppy. "That's where you will be sleeping for the next few days." He was then thrown into a tiny one-man cell. The chamber stank of urine and dead animals. Bakugou couldn't make a scene, he knew that, so he sat down and waited for Aiko to ball him out. At least she could be useful for something. He still didn't know what urged him to sign the contract between him and her. She was dumb, loud, and utterly annoying. It was probably the fame and the positive reviews he would get for marrying her. He still wanted to be the best pro hero at whatever cost, but he was getting tired of it. He should have just waited for you, as he had promised. "I am such an idiot," Bakugou mumbled.

It took his wife ten hours to ball him out and pay for the costs. She just smiled brightly at him. He knew that smile, she was furious. "Oh, darling how I missed you. You missed the party, but saving people is more important right? These gentlemen were such kind folks." After the mean officer from yesterday opened Bakugous chains, she linked their arms, and they exited the station together. She greeted each officer who came by with a charming grin.

The drive back home was quiet. Bakugou didn't care. He still wondered where the fuck you could be. He knew you didn't make it to the place you wanted to be and that turned him into a never-ending cycle of thoughts. Aiko parked the car in the bright and luxurious garage. She got her husband outside of the car and guided him inside the house. Aiko stayed silent for the next few minutes as both of them sat down on the couch. An exhausted exhale left her mouth.

Bakugou believed things couldn't get much worse until Aiko opened her annoying mouth.

"You actually terrified me. I had to handle everything. Our guests were devastated that the celebration had to conclude so early. Our reputation has now been tarnished. "She expressed her displeasure. Her high-pitched voice caused his ears to ring. "Can you shut up for once?" Bakugou growled, and Aiko abruptly stopped whining. He rose and exited the apartment. He needed to find you or clues or anything related to the incident.

He took a big breath outside his opulent home. Why did he have to be so obsessed with fame? Even if he was obstinate enough to track you down, he understood that he needed assistance. He removed his phone from his pocket and texted the person he didn't want to see right now yet needed. Not only for this mission but also for his emotional well-being.

Bakugou: Are you free tonight ? I need help with a secret mission. Deku: Sure. Where should we meet ? Bakugou:At mine, I make sure Aiko is distracted. Deku: I will come after hero work, so probably at 7 p.m Bakugou: Don't do reckless shit nerd

He returned inside, putting his phone back in his pocket. Bakugoou knew precisely how to get his wife out of the house for the remainder of the day. At least he knew her before they married. "Honey?" he tried to be soft, but calling her nicknames was the most horrible thing he had to do right now. As if beckoned, she dashed around the corner, a dazzling phony smile plastered across her face. "I'm so sorry I left you alone yesterday. We'll have another day to celebrate, I'm sure. You may use my gold card as a wedding gift to purchase anything you want. " She began to squeal and hugged him. "Thank you, honey bunny bubu bear. I love you." Without hesitation, she got her purse and jacket and ran off.

"Finally," Bakugou murmured as he sat. You'd been absent for about 19 hours. No one was looking for you since it appeared that everyone knew you were traveling overseas for a while, but he knew better. As a result, he was unable to gather the necessary search team. He turned on his computer, went into his hero account, and began searching for any hints. Because the event occurred on Kūkai-Street, he had to leave her when Bakugou wasn't watching. That is, near the tall structure he was standing on. If he could only recall the name of the building. There were international flags, maybe a Consulate? He searched for any in the area of the Street and Bingo, the Brazil consulate. He could easily hack the surveilance cameras and look for something suspicious. Without hesitation, he did so and stumbled across interesting footage. The grey Toyota Yaris parked in front of an alleyway. An elegant woman stepped into the sunlight. She wore a white hat, sunglasses, and a mask. She could not be identified, but at least you could. The driver dragged you out of the car. You struggled against their grip, even activating your quirk, but the driver rammed a syringe into your back, and you fell onto the ground. The suspicious woman did the same to the driver, and he stumbled back into the car. The woman picked you up and dragged you into the dark alley.

He stopped the video and rewinded. He needed to get every detail he could. The woman was dressed in white, not even a piece of jewelry could tell something to gain progress in the case. Bakugou growled. Why you of all people? He regretted not telling you everything that happened. Keeping his stupid plan secret, just because he thought marrying would bring him the fame he always wanted. But now he only wanted to get you back, even if that meant that he would lose his job. He was in denial of his real feelings for too long, it is time to finally tell you. Before he could do so, he needed to find you.

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Kinktober Volume 9: Not Fair

Word Count 2,565 Comment for tags

Rated M 🔞

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Minors stay out of this portion of the library.

Synopsis: plus size female, pining, size kink, bookstore setting, ladder is involved.

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To say he was obsessed would be an understatement. She was perfect. A little taller than his short frame and her body. God her body! Those curves, full chest and even fuller ass drove him crazy. He couldn’t stop staring, daydreaming of the way his hips snapping into hers would make every section of her jiggle and move in the most appetizing way. For the past year, he’s done nothing but silently pine over her. It was so hard not to stare. He knew he shouldn’t, definitely shouldn’t. No, he shouldn’t get too close. He shouldn’t linger by her too long. He shouldn’t try to brush her hands when they worked the front desk, and he definitely shouldn’t push himself a little harder against her when he passed behind her in the tight space of the register.

But in his defense, it was so hard not to. Not when she always smelled so good, like honey and flowers. And when she always looked so delicious in those cute tight shirts that showed off every curve and pushed up those plush tits perfectly. The evenings they worked together alone were the worst. Stupid ass weekdays when the store was rarely busy, and they had too much time to sit and talk. Her laugh would echo through the shop, making his knees weak, just like tonight.

Sitting on the stool behind the counter of the old bookstore, he couldn’t help but stare as her entire chest shook as she laughed. Her soft, cushiony belly moving with each punctuated breath she let out. “You didn’t tell him that?” She giggled again at his story.

“I promise I did! He was buying the entire Sherlock Holmes set and freaking looked like Sherlock Holmes. How could I not?” He could hear the hitch in his voice and wanted to cower in embarrassment, but took a deep breath, trying to play it cool.

The large clock on the wall chimed loudly, alerting the two of them that it was time to lock up.

“11 already?” She asked, sliding off the chair before pulling her hair back and up into a ponytail. He had such a love/hate relationship with that damn ponytail. On the love side, he could clearly see that tanned neck, covered with freckles, just like the ones that covered his own face. He couldn’t help but think if they’d match up as he littered her neck with marks. Making sure everyone knew this beautiful goddess was his to enjoy. On the hate side, it gave him the worst daydreams of grabbing that ponytail and pulling her back while he flipped up her flowy printed skirt and fucked her from behind. Getting to watch his dick disappear in between those meaty ass cheeks.

“Hello? Dude!” He was snapped back to reality as she waved her hand in front of his face. “Welcome back sunshine.” God, her smile was the fucking sunshine, not him. “If you want to duck out, I can re-shelve and clock you out too when I’m done.”

Looking over at the lack of mess around them, he shook his head gently. “Nah, it’s okay there’s a lot to shelve, and we need to put out the new releases and change the displays too. I’ll hang here.” It all sounded like good reasoning, they did in fact need to finish those tasks, but it had less to do with the task and more to do with the company.

“If you’re sure.” She shrugged before picking up the phone connected to the overhead speakers. “Do you mind?”

Shaking his head, he gathered the new display books in his arms and began walking to the front displays. A low, sultry beat echoed through the store as she picked up random items to reshelve. Trying to keep his eyes on the task in front of him, he couldn’t help but notice the way she was swaying her hips to the beat. He tried to keep the view in his peripheral vision but unfortunately lost the fight, causing his eyes to widen when she caught him staring. “Um. The ones that go in the back, just put on the sofa and we’ll do those together.” He stated, attempting to make a quick recovery.

“Thanks,” she replied shyly. He was the only one who caught on to the fact that she hated being alone in the back of the store. Something about it just gave her creeps.

Looking at the completed displays, they high-fived before making their way back to the couches, his eyes repeatedly glancing at her ass as she continued to sway to the music. Gathering up all the stray books that belonged in the back portion of the store, he made sure to stick next to her, in a small attempt at comfort.

“How are your classes going?” She asked as they walked up and down the first aisle.

“Descent, I guess. I’ve always heard senior year is the worst because of the workload, and it’s true. My portfolio for Creative Writing is kicking my ass. It’s so damn stressful.”

“There are many ways to relieve stress, sunshine.” He could feel his face flush at her words but knew that innuendo was not what she was talking about. “You on top or me?” For fuck’s sake, the blood in his body began to reposition, giving his lower region much more than necessary at this moment. Looking up at her slowly, he heard the sliding ladder scraping against the metal bar before he saw it. Definitely not what she meant. “I’ll spot,” he said, handing her the last set of books in his hands. “Hold me tight,” she said playfully as she climbed the steps to reach the top shelf.

He intended to say something flirty back, but the second his eyes lifted, they were met with a clear shot up her skirt. Baby blue lace panties covered a tantalizing portion of her plump ass cheeks, but not enough to conceal it all. God, he wanted to sink his teeth into those cheeks, suck mark after mark over her creamy flesh before ramming himself between them.

“You know you’re not very sly,” she said, turning her head to look down at him, still perched on the ladder. His cheeks heated at her words. She couldn’t possibly mean what he thinks, can she?

“Do you like me, sunshine, or just need to get your stress relief?”

“Wh-what?” He asked, trying but failing miserably to keep his composure.

“Do you like me or do you just want to fuck something?” She stated plainly. “Because at first I thought you were looking at me because of my size, which people do. They usually have some comment or another about my outfits being ‘too little’ or ‘too tight’ for ‘someone like me’.”

Immediately, he began to shake his head in disbelief. Who the fuck would tell her that!? Anger starts to work its way through him before she stops him. “But then more than a dozen times I’ve caught you licking your lips or sporting something a little thicker in your pants area while staring at me. So I’ll ask again. Do you have a thing for me, sunshine, or do you just want to get your dick wet? Because I’m not really a one time fling kinda girl. And I’m sure as hell not gonna be the fat chick you fucked just because you feel like you can. I’ve got more respect than that.”

In a second, he was moving up the steps right under her. “Don’t you dare fucking say that about yourself. You’re a damn goddess, and any asshole that says differently can go fuck the hell off.”

“Down boy,” she stifled a laugh as she pat his head. “Don’t go all fantasy novel on me. Now are you gonna answer the question?”

“I like you,” he states, much stronger and faster than he anticipated.

“Alright, whatcha gonna do about it?” Getting as close to her as possible on the slim ladder, he pulls her lips down to his, taking her into a searing kiss. Their lips begin to move against each other before his tongue slips onto hers, tasting her thoroughly before pulling away. His heart is hammering against his chest as he takes a few steps down and off the ladder, expecting her to follow. Her own body feeling hot with need and a bit of disappointment. “Hum” she huffs, “that was a hell of a kiss but with the way you eye fuck me, I thought you’d do more. Ya know, go for a feel, try to finger me, anything.” A growl comes from his chest at her words.

“You giving me permission, sweetheart?” He retaliates, “And no nodding, use your words like a big girl.”

“I am a big girl,” she says, motioning down her body.

“So much more to taste, my pretty,” he says, effectively cutting her off. “But I didn't hear a yes or no.”

“Yes, you have my permission.” She says, gripping onto the ladder ready to make her decent. She halts her movements as he clicks his tongue at her, shaking his head. “Stay in your tower, princess, you’re not allowed to come yet.”

Gripping her hips and turning her around, breasts now flush against the ladder, he runs his hands over the soft swell of her ass before reaching up and unclipping her bra. He flips her skirt up now having a better view of that ass he so long dreamed about. Pressing his lips to her skin, he begins kissing, nibbling and sucking on the soft flesh there. A moan escapes from her as he bites down particularly hard. “Turn,” he demands, taking a step back allowing her to move, “and hold on.” Before she can register what he means, his head is under her skirt, moving her leg up and over his shoulder before he begins nipping at the fabric covering her most sensitive part. “You’re already soaked, baby,” he says, nuzzling the wet patch with his nose. “Shall I leave it be for dessert or have it as my meal?” He asks aloud, expecting no answer. Pulling the strip of fabric to the side, he spreads her open with his fingers before lightly running the tip of his tongue up her slit.

“Shit,” she hisses, feeling her knees jolt at the pleasure, “You don’t waste time, do you?”

“You have no idea how much time I’ve wasted watching you. On campus, here in the store. You drive me crazy, baby. I’ve wasted enough time, now, just let me make you feel good.” Immediately his lips are back on her pussy, kissing at her lower lips, sucking on her clit and lapping at her opening as he moans at the intoxicating taste of her all over his tongue and chin.

“I’m close.” She mutters, feeling her legs begin to shake, trying to keep her upright despite the enormous pleasure filled assault happening to her lower half. His lips release as he moves back, taking her hands and bringing her down the ladder. Once her shaky feet hit the floor, he pulls her into another mind-blowing kiss. She can’t help the moan that escapes her as she tastes herself on his lips, pushing her body forward for some much-needed friction.

“Can I fuck you, gorgeous?” He asks softly, holding onto the back of her neck.

“Please. Please fuck me.” She mumbles, her head moving quickly in a nod. He pulls her close again before gripping her hips and turning her around. “Ass up, baby, and hold on.” She assumes her position, bending down at her waist and clutching onto the ladder for support.

“I’ve been dreaming of fucking you like this for a year now. Been dreaming of having my cock disappear between this delicious ass. Of holding onto your gorgeous belly and tits while I fuck into you.” Flipping up her skirt just like in his daydreams, he drops to his knees, biting her plump ass and sucking a few marks into the flesh. “You have no idea how many times I’ve moaned your name and cum in my hand at this thought. I can’t believe I’m here now. I won’t go slow, so hold tight and say “red” if it gets to be too much. Okay?”

“Yes,” she verbally agrees, causing him to spank her ass as he stands behind her again, pulling his dick out of his jeans.

“That’s my good girl.” Running his hand up her back, he pulls at the bra still loosely attached to her before grabbing her supple breast in his hand. He groans at the feeling as he pumps himself. Pulling her panties to the side again, he lines himself up and pushes inside her warm walls in one movement. “Fuck!” They both groan. “You feel amazing sunshine, even bigger than I imagined, and I felt I was being an over thinker here.”

“Yeah?” He replies with a giggle. “You’re heaven, just like I knew you would be. Glad to hear you fantasized about me too, though. Did you give yourself any orgasms with those thoughts?” He snaps his hips toward hers before removing himself almost completely, leaving his tip resting inside her opening.

“Yes,” She whispers at the filling sensation. Grabbing her hand and putting it over his, “Teach me,” he requests calmly before moving his hips and slamming into her again. The whimper that leaves her lips only adds fuel to his fire. “Please teach me,” he mutters. Softly, she takes his hand and guides it to her folds, moving his fingers in soft motions through her outer lips before guiding his finger to her clit. “Teach me how to make this voluptuous body shake. How to make that delicious cream spill all over my dick and tongue.

Teach me how to make those mind-numbing noises tumble from your lips.” His pace becomes unrelenting as he pleads with her, moving his fingers with her guidance. Their sounds turn pornographic as their highs approach. “Ass. Ass.” She repeats, feeling the knot in her stomach tighten.

He chuckles, finding both her dick drunk expression and chant enticing. “Are you calling me an ass or asking for something, goddess?”

A soft giggle escapes her, “smack my ass,” she clarifies while taking his fingers and pinching her clit. At her request, he draws his hand back before bringing it back down to her ass. “Oh fuck!” Her moan echoes through the small space as her orgasm barrels through her. From inside, he felt her walls contract and flutter around him. Staring at the red mark left for his hand and the satisfied giggles falling from her lips, his hips start to falter. Slamming into her harshly one more time, his orgasm takes over, her walls still softly milking him as she comes down from her high.

Leaning her against the sliding ladder, he gently pulls out of her. Turning to face him, he’s met with a satisfied smile.

“I feel like this was cheating. I didn’t get to see you, or taste you. Nothing.” She states pretending to pout.

“Nothing, huh?” He says, reaching between her thick thighs and swiping their combination out of her. “I wouldn’t call this anything. But if you’d like, we can go back to my place, and I’ll show you all you want.” He says with a wink and smirk.

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fizzzyz · 9 months

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so I'm making a tmc au that I'm becoming more and more obsessed with.. I haven't really read any other au, so idk how good this will be but I'm taking a lot of inspo from ofc tmc but also stranger things, horror movies, murder documentaries, some games etc.

I hope you all will like it :]

cw: Vulgar language (Gore, suicide mention, violence etc. in other parts)

Mandela Calamity

Volume 1: Hiraeth

Part 1

Rain slowly started to pour harder and harder every minute and the storm seemed to grow stronger. The sky was covered with dark fluffy clouds and the air was cold and misty. Marilyn stood on the porch, leaned against the wall as she just threw away her cigarette and stomped on it, squeezing it out. The smell of rain brought back memories. Of the days before everything went to hell. Mary sighed as she watched the moving company move her older sister’s belongings into the truck, box after box, furniture after furniture. She couldn’t believe she was moving back to that place, she thought they had made an agreement, to leave all memories behind. She was finally beginning to forget some now, or at least to stop thinking about them, but they would all run her over now when she’d be returning to that place.

The wind started to blow harder and colder, as the rain became more violent. Mary glared into the ground as she pondered. She understood why her sister had to quit her job, if she continued, she would have a mental breakdown and get fired anyway. But she didn’t understand why she had to look for a job in Mandela, and that she even had to move there. It made her upset, but she had to support her sister’s decision. “Mary, are you ready to go?” Marilyn looked up when she heard her sister. She nodded slightly and followed her from the porch to her sister’s car. As she opened the door and sat down, she felt her stomach tied in knots and anxiety overtook her. She felt tense. Like as if she was stuck in place.

She took a deep breath when her sister got in the car after her. “I still don’t understand why you have to do this, Anna.” Her sister looked at her and sighed, thinking for a bit before she responded. “I’ve told you this a million times, I need a new job, and there’s nothing for me here.” Mary got irritated by that one same reply she had gotten every time, she was like a dumb robot that couldn’t explain something properly. Her sister, Anna, started the car, having to turn the key a few times before it eventually started. “And out of all places you choose Mandela County!?” Mary burst out as she got more frustrated. She tried to hold in her anger, but it was difficult. “Because it’s a place I’m familiar with! It’s easier to get a job there.” Anna replied and started driving out of the driveway onto the road. “Can’t be that damn hard to get familiar with a new place!” Mary muttered as she crossed her arms and looked outside the window to her right.

Anna’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as she drove towards the highway. They both felt tense and tired of each other, but there wasn’t much any of them could do. “Please Mary… I already bought this house, it’s too late to change it.” She said, trying to cool down the situation a bit. Mary sighed again as she kept looking out the window. She just wanted to shut out all of her feelings and thoughts, and just relax. She felt so stressed and frustrated, this conversation only drove her more insane.

The trees went flying past them as they were getting closer to their destination. The storm had calmed down, and the rain had stopped. A sunset started to form into warm pastel colors as the clouds started to break up and reveal the sky. It had been about an hour since they left, and there was only a bit left. Marilyn just wanted to get this done, she wanted to get home already. She didn’t even know why she followed in the first place, it was her decision to go or not. She only did it because she cared about her sister and knew she’d need some help. But she felt like there was something else to it… that last bit of hope to find her daughter again, or to at least know what happened. She knew it was impossible, she disappeared 12 years ago, it would be a miracle if she was still alive.

Mary felt a shiver down her spine when she saw that sign she hadn’t seen in years, “Mandela County”. A sign had never made her feel so disgusted and anxious before. They quickly went past it, but the image was stuck in her head. It made her feel a sense of dread that brought back all the trauma. She tried her best not to think about it. It was not a good time to have a breakdown now. As they drove past stores, apartments, and other buildings, they started to get closer and closer to the new house. She noticed some new stores in town, and new buildings as well. She never thought she’d set foot here again, but here she is. Mary sighed quietly when they reached the suburbs. The streets didn’t look too different, everything just looked more depressing now after all that had happened. Anna finally found her new house, and she drove onto the driveway, parking the car. “Well... here we are.” She said before pulling out the car keys and getting out.

Mary didn’t want to get out of the car, she never wanted to be here in the first place, but she had to. She got out of the car and turned around to look at the house her sister had bought. It was small and a few decades old, but it was still nice. The walls were painted white, and the roof had dark red brownish tiles. The porch was small and built out of stone, the door was brown but most of the color seemed to have faded away. The house definitely needed a new paint job, but neither Mary nor Anna could afford it right now. Anna opened the trunk and started unpacking smaller boxes and other stuff. She didn’t have that much stuff with her as she sold most of it, but she didn’t need much for her new and small house. Mary opened the door to the back seats and started to unload the stuff that had been put there. She tried to put all her focus into helping her sister and not to overthink the situation too much. She hated this place so much, but she had to deal with it.

After about 10 minutes the car was empty, and all of the stuff had been carried onto the porch. Anna reached for the keys in her pockets and searched for a while before eventually pulling them out. Mary had never seen the house before, so it was interesting to see how it looked on the inside. Anna put the key in the lock and turned it before she opened the door. The entire house was empty. All that was left was old and plain wallpapers. The sisters stepped inside, carrying some of the things with them. It didn’t smell very good in there; it smelled like as if someone had poured spoiled milk over a rotting carcass. Mary understood now how Anna could afford this house. It was old, greasy, small, and simple. Yet she still had to work so much and sell so many of her things to buy this house, she even had to take a loan. Since Mary was completely against the idea of moving back to Mandela, she didn’t help with any of the costs. She was worried for Anna. What if she couldn’t find a good enough job to pay back her debts? What if she had to live in this junk for the rest of her life?

After she put down the things she was carrying she took a look around, to see if there was at least something positive about this place. Most of the wallpaper had seemed to shift from its original color to a greasy brownish yellow. It must’ve been a long time since anyone has taken care of this house, it looked like a complete mess. There was no furniture anywhere, even if there were there would’ve been no idea to keep them considering the condition of this house. Mary walked through the empty doorframe to the left. She seemed to have entered the kitchen, but it looked like a junkyard. The countertops were covered with dust and other nasty stains, there was no fridge, some of the cabinets had missing doors, and the sink needed to be repaired. The cost of repairing all this would probably be more expensive than the house itself. It would’ve been smarter to just buy a house that isn’t rotting.

She continued on into the living room, which also had an empty doorframe, to the right in the kitchen. The windows still had curtains, with what was probably a flower pattern. Anna hadn’t said anything about the condition of the house, just that the house was small and close to the city. Mary felt her heart sink to the bottom of her soul. She regretted not helping her. She was pissed that she had moved to Mandela, but she didn’t want her to live in an absolute nightmare. It was too late now. She had already bought the house. All she could do now was to help her fix it. She went on through the next door, which led back to the hallway. There were 2 doors on the wall to her left. They seemed pretty beat up as well, but they were good enough. She slowly opened the door closest to her. It had one window in the middle, and the rest of the room was empty just like the other rooms. There wasn’t much to see there, so she continued on to the last door.

The door creaked as she opened it and a cloud of nasty smells hit her. She squinted her eyes and backed away a bit as she slightly gagged. It smelled like feces and expired food mixed together. She covered her nose and mouth with her hand as she peeked inside. The room was small, with a toilet, bathtub, and sink. The tiles on the floor were greasy and so were the rest of the stuff in there. This place was horrible, not even a rat would live here. Mary felt even more frustrated and confused with Anna’s decision to move here, why would she want to live in this dump!? She already had a pretty nice home back in Bythorne, but she’d trade that just for a job. She quickly closed the door as she stepped away from it and stopped by the wide-open front door.

Anna was carrying the last stuff inside and placed them in the hallway. “I... Anna. What is this?” Mary said, the disappointment clear in her voice. Anna sighed and looked into Mary’s eyes. “Do not get upset. I didn’t waste all of my money on this house, I’m using the rest to renovate it. It might look bad right now but when I fix it it will be perfect and look brand new, I promise.” She explained and tried to convince Mary that it was a good idea. Marilyn couldn’t understand what her sister was thinking, was she out of her mind? “Annette. A normal house would’ve been worth it even if it costs a little more. You’ve made a mistake. It might work in the end, but this house will need years before it’s fixed.” She responded. Her voice was strict and harsh. She was really disappointed of her; all of this was making her reach her limit. “For god’s sake it’s too late to change anything! Can’t you see how hard I’m trying!?” Anna yelled and gestured with her hands. “If you actually tried your best we wouldn’t be standing here, I thought you were better than this!” Mary yelled back and grunted.

She was so tired of this. She never wanted to be here. She hated this place. She hated it with all her gut. This place already made her feel like she was at a breaking point, but her sister only made it worse. Anna seemed to get pretty upset as well, she really just wanted Mary to understand her. “Can’t you just fucking listen for once!?” Anna lashed out, with her voice becoming trembly, like as if she was about to cry. “Why can’t you listen!??” Mary yelled back at her. “I can’t stand you!!” Anna screamed and ran into the kitchen. Mary watched as she fled the scene. She grunted and walked outside, grabbing her lighter and cigarette pack from her pocket. This day was already too much. She wished she could just get into bed and sleep already.

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Chapter 3: A Deer in Headlights

Part 1 / Part 2 / wattpad

TW: violence, swearing, mentions of death

The next gig was another delivery and while deliveries already sucked if it was the two of them, by himself, Tangerine felt like the damn postman. Doing work alone was tedious, and annoying and it meant a lot of sleepless nights, especially with targets as quarrelsome as this one. Usually, at this hour, he'd be in the passenger seat, engulfed in his book smoking a cigarette if Lemon was in a good enough mood to allow him to smoke in the car.

But now? Now he had to stare into the vast nothingness that was a US highway. Having watched the headlights of the rental break through the darkness for hours at this point, his eyes were sore. But, worse than that, he was bored out of his mind.

Doing jobs as a team definitely had its advantages, even outside of the doubled manpower. They could take turns driving or watching but, more importantly, they could keep each other entertained. They'd bicker about this and that and while to the average person it would look like they were fighting, they quite enjoyed it. There was just something about brotherly love that required a bit of back and forth every now and again.

But now, Tangerine was left to his own thoughts, or rather thought, since there was one question he really couldn't get out of his mind. Namely: Who the fuck hires a single twin?

Lemon had asked him this about three days ago when he drove him to the airport. Back then, Tangerine had dismissed the question, telling him that it was a one-man job, they ask for him specifically, and that it paid well. When Lemon had told him it was fishy, he had just shaken his head in response but now he had time to overthink things.

After all, thinking was all he could do right then to keep himself occupied and, more importantly, awake. The static buzzing of the radio he had turned on earlier to drown out the sounds of his target in the trunk, however, was slowly but surely going to lull him to sleep.

He takes a quick glance at the Navi and realises, with relief, that their next stop is just right around the corner. A run-down motel by the name of Garden Grove. It really wasn't the place he'd usually stay at, not since The Twins' career had taken off anyways, but a place to rest was a place to rest. And God knew he needed it.

The ride would take another 15 minutes tops, so about now was the time to wake up the target. People who lurked in shitty motels usually weren't the kind to call the cops if they saw something suspicious but he didn't want to push it by dragging a screaming woman into a room with him. As much as he hated the idea of it, she'd have to get all her screaming out in the car before they got to their destination.

"How are you holding up back there, darling?", he finally calls out, and immediately the screaming and kicking from before starts again. The trunk, however, muffled it nicely to the point he didn't have to listen to whatever she was screaming about. It was probably the same thing she had been all up in his ear about earlier, before she had lost her backseat privileges and was promptly pushed into the trunk.

"I beg your pardon but I didn't quite catch that.", he calls again, causing her to completely lose it. Now screaming at the top of her lungs, the girl in the back continues to kick the walls of the trunk to the point of exhaustion.

By the time Tangerine pulls the car into the deserted parking lot, she has finally let it all out or is simply too exhausted to continue her angry tirade about whatever she was so upset about.

Worked like a charm.

The rental comes to a halt and Tangerine gives himself a quick fix in the rear-view mirror before stepping outside. There's a cool breeze and fresh air finally fills his lungs as he stretches his legs out a bit. An eight-hour drive takes its toll on everyone, even hired assassins.

The heels of his dress shoes click loudly against the pavement with every step he takes; the mostly empty parking lot causing the sound to echo. Two more cars are parked at the other end of it but other than that it was completely empty.

Out of habit, he had parked as far as possible from the actual building but now that meant he'd have to walk all the way there to check in and then walk all the way back to the car to get the target and then back again with her. Working alone really couldn't be better.

"I'll be back for you in a minute, luv.", he says, tapping his fingertips against the hood of the trunk as he walks past it. And it almost sounds like a threat.

In reality, it took him about 5 minutes but it didn't really matter. After he had locked her in the trunk, the concept of time had become one big blur for her, so when the clicking of his steps grew louder again, it felt like only a moment had passed.

The trunk finally opens and before she can even think about putting up a fight, he has already yanked her out of her well-earned spot in the car. She's quiet now and while Tangerine more or less drags her up a set of stairs and to their room, he finds a new appreciation for the silence he had dreaded so much earlier.

The room they got was shabby, as expected, and it definitely was just as run-down as any other cheap motel in this part of the states. From the wallpaper that had been yellowed by years of indoor smoking, to the carpet flooring that had seemed to have never seen a vacuum cleaner, all the way to the bedsheets that had probably seen more naked asses than a toilet seat.

Whatever money was saved getting the cheapest motel room this state had to offer, would have to go right back into the dry-cleaning of Tangerine's suit. This hadn't sounded like a clear raincoat job, as the twins liked to call gigs that were particularly bloody or dirty, so he hadn't packed one. That, he now regretted.

The door falls shut behind them. And while his eyes flicker from one corner to the other, chaotically scanning the room, his hand is still firmly around her forearm, holding her in place.

"I need to use the bathroom.", she mumbles. Her body, weak from exhaustion is leaning heavily against his and he takes that as a sign that she probably wouldn't try to run now if he let her loose.

"Fine, luv. But leave the door open, will you?", he asks and while his words are mostly polite, it sounds more like a command than a request.

The hand on her forearm slides down to her wrists that are neatly tied together with a zip tie, lifting them a bit, while his other hand roams the inner pocket of his suit. A moment later, he pulls out a slim pocket knife that he then puts against her restraints, cutting them in half.

Her hands come loose and she has to take a moment to rub the sore spots the zip tie had left before making her way into the bathroom. Tangerine slides the knife back into his pocket and follows her, staying close to the bathroom door, his back slightly turned to her so as to not look at her directly. A proper gentleman.

"Do you really have to stand there while I pee? What are you, some kind of freak?", she hisses from the toilet but Tangerine really doesn't feel like entertaining her by even answering.

Instead, he pulls out his phone and looks at it, the blue light of the screen straining his eyes even more. There were a couple of missed calls from the client already but before he can make the decision to call him back later, another call comes in. Immediately after picking up, a distorted voice on the other end starts yelling.

"Where the fuck are you? And why don't you pick up that damn phone of yours?!"

"We're at the first stop. Ran into some complications along the way.", Tangerine replies very matter-of-factly, signalizing that he won't elaborate on what those complications were. Leaving this part vague definitely sounded more professional than admitting that the Navi had fucked him over earlier, causing him to drive in circles for about an hour.

"We? So you got her?"

"You mean that charming lady takes keeps forgetting I'm the guy with the gun? Yeah, she's right here. A real brat that one and not very bright."

"Teach her a lesson then."

"Look, I don't know what you think you hired me for but I'm no run-off-the-mill high school teacher. I'm a professional so kindly let me do my job, will you?"

Click.

"Prick.", he mumbles, running a hand through his hair. His hair gel had ceased to fulfill its purpose hours ago and now there was this one curl that kept falling into his face. Turning to the bathroom mirror to fix it, he suddenly freezes.

The toilet seat was empty and the window...

"FUCK!" The window.

She must have slipped out while he was on the call and if catching her wasn't his priority right then, he could've hit himself for not seeing that coming. Lemon would have seen this coming but Tangerine? He was more of a fixer than a planner. And he needed a fix for this whole debacle now.

Outside, the girl is running on whatever last bit of strength she still has within her. Her destination? As far away from the man that half jumped and half fell out of the window behind her.

They're in the middle of nowhere, so even if she could catch her breath to yell out, there would be no one around to hear it. And what if there was? Tangerine would probably put a bullet to anyone's head before letting them come to her aid. No, running definitely was her best bet. But she's slow and only a couple of meters into the chase, she's already out of breath.

Almost feeling like all hope is lost, she suddenly spots something on the street they came from. Headlights. That could be her rescue. Fuelled by nothing but hope at this point, she runs directly into the street, her arms waving frantically at the upcoming vehicle.

Focused on the blinding headlights ahead she fails to realise two things. One, that the vehicle was still rather far away, and two, that her pursuer no longer was. That realisation, however, hits her like a truck when Tangerine all but tackles her and they both roll into the ditch on the other side of the street.

Completely disoriented by the sudden hit, she can barely let out a gasp before a hand forcefully clasps her mouth; thick rings bruising her lips. Kneeling half on top of her is Tangerine.

That composure that had previously masked his aggravation had disappeared completely, leaving only pure rage in its wake. Shivering, she can only stare at him with her eyes wide, as he pulls a short-barrelled revolver from its holster and points it directly at her head.

"One more word from you.", he warns, flicking back the safety lock of the gun. "And I'll forget the million good reasons I have to not deliver you home in a fucking coffin."

At the same time, an exhausted trucker drives by them and notices absolutely nothing.

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WHEN WE WERE YOUNG

TW: Death, cancer

"I knew that what was left of me would always love you, but never in quite the same way." — F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

June came, but spring still haunted my mind. The moment I entered the summer house, the four enclosed walls enveloped emptiness and hollowness that resembled a raw, exposed wound. With each breath I inhale, I’m set adrift between the ocean’s waves, washed ashore, tossed like riptides along damp sand.

It had been a month since my mother passed away, leaving the world in search of the heavenly stars during the summer season. Some people control their emotions; others are driven by their agony. I was a cynic. While some believed that June would bring a sense of renewal and rebirth, reconciling past heartbreak and inviting a future amidst the waves, I knew better. The moment Liam Meyer from the East Side informed me of the house’s sale listing, I knew I had to make things right in Cousins. Lingering between nightmares and reality, I drove a couple of hours from Brown University to Massachusetts in a matter of days.

Returning to the summer house that once felt like home, I was met with a darkness devoid of light. The memories of my childhood were tucked away behind locked doors, much like secrets in hushed silence. Seeing the ‘For Sale’ sign planted in the ground felt like losing my mother over and over again, a knife repeatedly piercing my heart, leaving me for dead in a sea of desolation.

Everything that happened with my mother these last few years became trapped in my mind. I remember carrying her up the stairs last summer when she was too weak to do so. I remember keeping my mother’s cancer a secret for months before its weight became unbearable. I remember the look my mother gave Jeremiah and me when she chose to undergo the cancer trial after promising herself she wouldn’t. Tears welled up in my eyes, my brother’s face swollen and paralyzed in despair.

The pain enveloped me like a letter addressed to the moon and the stars. This was my secret to bear. I didn’t want Jere to experience the pain and haze of grief of losing my mom all over again like I had. I yanked the stupid sign out of the front yard, tossing it in the garage, as if casting away a symbol of paranoia and turmoil invading our lives.

Gazing into the blackness inside, my mind drifted to the last time I stood within these walls. Only my mother was still alive, and I wasn’t alone. It was with Belly.

I remember chasing her amidst the waves and the season’s first frost in Cousins during the bleak midwinter. I had been driving all night. I wondered whether she had consumed my thoughts since last summer, because I was lost in her sweet melody. I remember the snowflakes adorning the sky, and Belly making dusty hot cocoa, which she proudly swore to be her specialty. Her face drew freckles like constellations in the cosmic illusion of stars. She had words on her cheeks, and I knew she was afraid when our eyes locked. I don’t recall the last time it snowed in Cousins, maybe because my mother never took us here in the wintertime. Belly and I etched snow angels in the frost, and I fell more in love with her, giddy as can be.

When we returned, we nestled beside the living room fireplace, coolness washing over us. Her warm hands brushed delicately against my frozen cheeks, and I think I blushed. I shuddered softly, nuzzling my face into the palm of her hand. “That feels good,” I whispered into the sun’s rays. “Yeah, that’s ‘cause you’re cold-hearted,” she answered. I didn’t lift my gaze as she spoke, only grazing her features, basking in the warmth of her touch as I replied, “For everyone else, maybe. Not for you.” I didn’t look at her when I said it, because I meant every word. Belly had ensnared my mind, enveloped my heart, and illuminated my very soul. She was like a comet streaking through the sky with no starting or ending point. Our eyes locked then, her heartbeat palpable when we kissed, her wearing the infinity necklace I got her last summer. No matter what happens, we’ll still be infinite, I told her. Her lips tasted like salty air and beach sand, drunk with tenderness.

Somewhere between winter and spring, our flame burned to the ground, but our love remained infinite. Tomorrow morning I would call the bank to see if it was possible to access my trust fund to cover the cost of the house, a fragile thread of hope that I clung to desperately. It was Jeremiah’s voice that woke me from my somber haze. His words echoed within the walls of the summer house. No one was supposed to know.

Jere’s voice shattered my reverie, seeking answers beneath futile dreams. I stood beside the fireplace that once flickered fierce flames this past winter, like an immovable object, shaken but unwavering. I refused to leave. Fuck school; all that mattered was preserving Mom’s legacy and saving the house. I was hurt, and I wanted to protect my brother from the pain of losing Mom’s house; my emotions remained hidden, locked away.

The words escaped me without thinking. Suddenly, Belly emerged from the shadows, her voice a hoarse tone that sent shivers down my spine. I turned toward her, shuddering when I heard her. Amidst changing seasons and tumultuous storms, finding serenity during the chaos proved difficult. I couldn’t believe that Belly was here. I didn’t want her to know; I didn’t want to see her, and I missed her all at the same time. It was like seeing a ghost in the wind, one who haunted me for a lifetime. Refusing to meet her gaze, I averted my eyes; the pain was too much to bear. Seeing Belly was like repeatedly losing a part of myself. An ache that wouldn’t heal. At night, we watched “It Happened One Night,” the first movie my mom and Laurel would watch each summer. I hadn’t realized that come tomorrow, all of this would be over.

Belly’s presence drew stars around my scars; now, I was bleeding, gasping for air in her wake. Nightfall came; the house still smelled the same, but when we returned to see the house empty, a surge of guilt washed over me for leaving to begin with. I knew leaving was a mistake. One day of hope. One day of freedom. It all faded away. Reminiscing memories of when we were young, now reduced to ashes. We were like innocent little kids skipping stones without a clue. I came to believe that happiness wasn’t meant for me. These hidden truths and choices inflicted a sense of madness, stripping away possibilities of hope. We hadn’t been kids for a long time. I wasn’t the same boy who gave Belly a polar bear with sunglasses, which she named Junior Mint. And she wasn’t the same girl. I should have known better. I should have stayed.

Standing in the living room of the beach house I had known forever, it was nothing more than an empty shell encompassed by four walls – nothing more, nothing less. As I peered around the house, I surveyed the wood and doors that once held meaning. I wanted to cry, but tears didn’t come. Everything crumbled before my eyes, and when I saw Julia, I just fucking lost it. She was the reason for this void within me, the reason for this hollowness and emptiness that consumed me. She had no right to touch anything in this house. These were my mother’s, the things that had brought her joy before she died. This house was ours, a place where her magic touch still lived, even after death. Without my mother’s things, it was just a house.

I wanted to preserve every memory. Infinity, moments with my mother, her painting our portraits, last winter with Belly. I needed to escape this house that seemed to hold faded, forgotten memories. I feared that by losing this house, I would lose all my memories of my mother. I had told Jere that there was the slightest possibility of saving the house; now, I felt like a fraud. A liar. Teenagers shouldn’t bear the burdens of their elders’ mistakes. The pain of standing within those walls was overwhelming. No furniture, no paintings, none of Mom’s cherished knickknacks. Outside there would be peace; a stillness awaited amidst the storm. I longed for a moment of tranquility, a reprieve beneath this cosmic constellation of stars. I wanted quiet. Stillness, even for a moment. Because after I took a breath, it would all be over.

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upside down aftermath

steve harrington x reader (using she/her pronouns)

warnings: fluff, discussing what happened in the upside down (first time the group went in s4 vol 1), character has trauma from the events, vol 1 spoilers, swearing, blood (cleaning up it, nothing violent just cuts and bruises), smut, p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it)

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steve drove everyone home. she was seated in the passenger seat with his hand intertwined with yours, his other hand placed firmly on the steering wheel. her eyes glued out the window. she never paid attention to the atmosphere around her until she went in the upside down.

it was scary. nothing like she'd ever seen before. once she saw her boyfriend get sucked down by vecna, she didn't think but to jump in and swim after him. she wanted to scream when she saw his face. it terrified her. seeing him so scared with cuts and bruises all over his body. she cringed at the thought. she never wanted to see that again.

she grasped his hand tighter, afraid to let go.

the rest of the car was silent, she thought it was because no one knew what to say at the moment. one by one, the car got less crowded. after dropping off Robin at her house. Steve asked her if she wanted to stay with him tonight or to drive her home. obviously, she was going to stay with her boyfriend.

now that they were alone, steve felt free to show some more pda. he took her hand and lifted it up to his lips, kissing her gently. she turned her head and gave him a smile. they were both dirty and wounded. luckily for her, she only had a few cuts and bruises. she couldn't say the same for steve, he had a bite mark from one of the damn bats. she felt somewhat accomplished when she murdered the one who was biting steve.

steve pulled into his driveway. the entire house was dark, due to his parents not being home as they were on a business trip. steve got out of the car first then she followed. he held out his hand for her to grab onto. he unlocked the front door due to the spare key being under the plant. they walked into the air-conditioned home as the cool air hit them like a wall. steve asked her if she was hungry. she shook her head in response. the only thing that was on her mind was to get out of the dirty clothes and into the steaming hot shower.

steve opened the door to his room and gave her some extra clothes. steve went into his bathroom to turn on the water. she didn't even hesitate by taking off her clothes and getting into the shower. the warm water hitting her skin felt amazing. she never needed a shower more in her life. steve began stripping as well and joined her in the warm water. he grabbed a washcloth and started washing her back, getting all the dirt and grime of the upside down off her. she turned around for him to wash her front. there was nothing sexual about it as they were still recollecting their thoughts from what happened. he let her finish washing off first, then handed her the washcloth to wash him off. she ditched the dirty cloth and decided to her hands instead. she spun him around and wiped the dirt off, letting it slide down his body and down the drain.

"turn around," she spoke quietly.

he listened as his chest was still covered in dirt. she looked down at his wound, luckily the bandages helped stop the bleeding. all it needed to do was heal. she combed her hair through the patch on his chest.

once they were cleaned off, he turned off the water and hopped out with you following. he handed her a towel and opened the bathroom door to let the cool air in. she walked over to the clothes he laid out for her. the carpet of his floor felt comforting on your bare feet. she walked over to his dresser to grab the hairbrush and combed it through his hair, making it knot-free. she took the hair tie off her wrist and put her hair up. normally, she lets it airdry but she didn't care this time. once her skin was dry, she dropped the towel and put on clean clothes. she sighed at the comforting feeling. steve put on a pair of sweats that hung loosely around his waist. he carefully got into bed, hissing at the pain of his movements.

she told him she would be right back as she was getting a first aid kit to put a better bandage on his cut. she came back in the room with disinfecting ointment and a large enough bandaid.

she got in bed on the opposite side of his wound. she rested her head on his chest, tracing circles on his stomach. she looked up at him and saw the red mark around his neck. she lifted her fingers up to trace the line.

"does it hurt?"

he shook his head, "well, it hurt when it first happened but now it doesn't."

she leaned up to kiss him, "i'm just happy that you're okay, Steve."

"i was more worried about you," he admitted.

she could cry, "seeing you getting dragged down by that... thing scared the fuck out of me. i was so scared to see you so scared, i was so worried about you."

tears streamed down her face as she gripped him tighter. he tried his best to calm her down by shushing her and telling her that he was okay. his arm wraps around her, changing her position as she's on her stomach with her thigh on his. she couldn't lose him.

"do you wanna talk about it?"

they spent the rest of the night talking it out until they both fell asleep.

she woke up the next morning in the same position she fell asleep in. steve was still passed out. she smiled and kissed his chest. she tip-toed over to the bathroom to do her daily morning routine. she leaned over the counter and stared at herself in the mirror. She was still in somewhat shock of the previous events that happened last night. She was just happy that all her friends were safe, especially Steve.

Hearing what happened before they got to him scared the shit of her and hoped to God that nothing like that happened ever again. She thought over and over: they’re too young for this shit.

Outside, she heard him stir awake. She quickly finished her bathroom to-do’s and got back in bed before he noticed she as gone.

“Good morning, handsome,” she said, kissing his lips, knowing that he was awake.

“I’m so happy you’re here with me,” he said, putting his hand behind his head, his sexy muscles in view. His body turned her on so much. The small patch on his chest was her favorite part.

He watched as she admired his body, her fingers tracing his abs, combing through his chest hair, lightly kissing right above his nipple.

He positioned himself so he was on top of her. He hissed as her legs brushed against his healing cut, the slight pain was worth it. Her hands brushed through his luscious locks. His moans and kisses only turned her on even more. She brushed her clothed center on his groin. He moaned into her mouth as she playfully bit down on his lip. She moved her sleep shorts to the side to rub her wetness on his sweats, only for his bulge to grow bigger. He spilled moans into his ear as his hands struggle to get his sweats down enough for his cock to spring free. She let out a whimper as his bare length touches her bare center. She watches as he spits on his hand to use for lube. She moaned at the scene.

“You liked that” he questioned.

“Mhmmm,” he jaw dropped as he pushed himself into her, “oh… Steve…”

His forehead rests on hers as his eye contact doesn’t leave her eyes as he wants to see what his cock does to her, how good it makes her feel. He watches as her eyes roll back at the pleasure once his fingers come in contact with her aching clit.

“More, Steve, more,” she pleaded. She wanted to reach her orgasm as quick as she could.

“I gotchu, princess,” he grunted as he picked up the pace.

He watched as her breasts bounced in her lousy tank top. He pulled the article of clothing down to grab at her boobs. Brushing his fingers over her breasts was enough for her to reach her climax. With her clenching around his cock, he forced him to wait until she came down from her high.

“Come for me, Steve. Right on my tits. I want your come so bad,” she whined.

He chuckled, pulling himself out and positioned himself above her. His knees on each side of her, caging her in. She slid down and made sure her top wouldn’t get any come on it. She watched as he released on her chest. The white substance displayed all over her boobs. He fell next to her, out of breath. He looked down at her chest, accomplished at what he did. He watched as she took her finger to grab some of his spunk and take it into her mouth.

“My God, you taste so good,” she moaned, only turning him on once again.

“Is that a hint that you want more of Steve Harrington?”

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strxngehxrringrove · 2 years

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Sex on Fire (18+)

For Harringrove Week July 2022

Prompt: Fuck or Die

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Billy really hated the upside down. If he ever found out who was behind all of this, he was going to kick their ass seven ways to Sunday. Then he might let them recover and do it all again just because he can.

So he was a little grumpy. He felt it was justified since his insides felt like they were on fucking fire. He huffed, throwing the covers off of his bed completely and rolled over, trying to find a cool spot on his mattress. His knee bumped the wall in his fit of writhing and he heard a harsh thump on the other side and Max’s voice shouting, “Go to sleep asshole.”

He kicked the wall again to annoy her and flopped on his back once again. Usually, after a night of fighting monsters from the upside down, he fell asleep as soon as he was in bed. He wondered briefly if he was getting sick. His body burned with what felt like the worst fever he’d ever had. He spent a minute trying to figure out where he would have caught the plague. Max hadn’t been sick since she’d had a cold back in January and none of the other brats she insisted they hang around had either as far as he knew.

Giving up on finding sleep, he stood and padded into the living room and picked up the landline. He dialed Steve’s number and leaned against the wall as it rang, hoping he wasn’t disturbing his boyfriend's sleep. Then again he didn’t care that much because if he couldn’t sleep, why should Steve get to?

“Hello?” Steve’s voice was rough from sleep, and Billy felt a little flutter low in his stomach at the sound.

“Hey Stevie,” he kept his voice low so he didn’t wake up Max and Susan.

“Billy, it’s two am. Why are you awake?” “My entire body is on fire.”

“Are you sick? Do you have a fever or something?”

“I don’t think so. I don’t feel bad other than that.”

“Wait, didn’t you get bit tonight?”

“Shit, yeah I did. Do those damn bats have rabies or something.”

“Fuck Billy I don’t know. But if they do we’re not telling Robin. Can you drive?”

“Yeah I guess so.”

“Come over here and let me keep an eye on you. I’d rather you not die alone in your bed.”

“Okay. I’ll be there in ten.”

“Okay. Be careful, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Billy snuck around carefully, digging around his room for clothes. He wanted to cry when his t-shirt scraped against his sensitive chest and he momentarily contemplated driving naked, but he really didn’t want to explain that one to Hopper if he got caught. He cranked the AC in his car as high as it would go, but he was still sweating through his shirt. As he drove, he felt a stirring between his legs, his dick getting hard against his thigh.

“What the fuck?” he questioned out loud, reaching down to palm himself to take some of the pressure off.

When he parked in Steve’s driveway, he wrenched open the car door and nearly took Steve’s front door off the hinges as he burst into the house.

“Steve something is seriously wrong.”

“What is it baby?” Steve’s hands were on him, searching him for injuries or any indication of what might be wrong with him.

As soon as the cool skin of his fingers brushed Billy’s neck, he moaned and nearly hit the ground. He would have if Steve wasn’t there to catch him.

“Billy what is going on?” “I don’t know,” Billy was almost crying. His skin was on fire and he was so hard it hurt. He was also pretty sure precum had leaked through his jeans.

“Shh, it’s okay. Talk to me baby.” “I think one of those bats poisoned me.”

“What do you mean poisoned you?”

“I think they’ve evolved. They bite you and make you so horny you die. It’s fucking genius honestly.”

“Billy you’re not making any sense. Poisoned you to be horny? Is this some elaborate plan to get me to fuck you? Because you seriously could have just asked.”

“No. No I promise,” Billy did fall to his knees this time, tears falling down his cheeks as he buried his face in Steve’s shirt. “Please Stevie. Help me, it hurts.”

This time, Steve knew it was serious. Billy almost never begged, and he sure as hell didn’t cry. Something was actually wrong.

“Okay, okay I gotcha. Can you walk upstairs?”

Billy nodded, but made no move to get up. Steve lifted him as gently as possible, cringing as Billy cried out when Steve’s hand touched his side.

He carried most of his weight as they trudged up the stairs to Steve’s bedroom. He laid Billy out as gently as he could on the bed. Billy whined, flipping onto his front and burying his face in the pillows that smelled like Steve, grinding against the bed shamelessly.

Steve dug in his bedside table for lube and a condom, the sat beside him on the bed.

“Billy, baby can you look at me?”

Billy turned his head, his blue eyes rimmed red from crying and mouth open as he panted.

“I think sex might be the only thing that can fix this. But I don’t want to do anything to hurt you. You gotta give me a yes Billy.”

“Yes Steve. Yes please, it hurts.”

“Okay, okay,” Steve placed a soothing hand on his back, gasping at the temperature of his skin even through his clothes. “Just breathe for my honey. Can I take your shirt off?”

“Uh huh.”

Steve lifted Billy the best he could, and manuevered his shirt off of him, wrestling as it got caught in his hair.

“Flip over for me so I can get your jeans.”

Billy rolled over slowly, and Steved popped the button on his pants, wrestling them down his sweaty thighs.

“Stevie,” he whined, reaching for him.

“It’s alright baby. I’m gonna take care of you. Let me gte undressed and I’m gonna make you feel better.”

Steve stood and wriggled out of his own t-shirt and shorts. He climbed back on the bed and kissed Billy gently.

“I promise I’m gonna make it all better. Let me take care of you baby.”

Steve trailed kisses down his neck and to his chest, pausing to lick at his sensitive nipples.

“Hnng,” Billy let out a sound that Steve had never heard from him before.

“Feel good?”

“Hurry please.”

“Okay, okay.”

Steve continued his kisses, worshiping Billy’s body, letting the boy writhe under him as he kissed and licked and bit his heated skin. When he reached Billy’s waist, he wrapped a gentle hand around Billy’s cock.

“Steve,” he cried out.

“Yeah baby. I’m here.”

He jerked him slowly and gently as he used one hand to pop the cap on the lube. He took his hand away long enough to coat his fingers and his palm. He went back to stroking his cock and used one finger of his other hand to gently rub at his hole.

“This okay baby?”

“Uh huh.”

“Good boy,” Steve kissed his thigh as he pressed a finger into his hole.

Billy cried out and immediately came over his stomach.

“Holy shit,” Steve whispered.

“Daddy, please. Please,” Billy begged, writhing under him.

“Shh, calm down baby. You gotta be still, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

Steve continued, gently stretching Billy around his fingers.

“Fuck me please Stevie.”

“Okay baby. I gotcha.”

Steve sat up on his knees, covering his cock in lube. He slid a pillow under Billy’s back, lifting his hips to get a better angle.

“Relax sweet boy.”

Billy reached out to grab his hand and Steve held him tight, rubbing his knuckles gently as he pushed in. Billy cried out and came again, adding to the puddle on his belly.

“Stevie.”

“I’m here baby. Daddy’s gotcha.”

“Fuck me daddy.”

Steve started at a slow pace, then sped up until he found a good rhythm. Billy whined and cried out with every thrust, hands scrambling over Steve’s sweaty chest.

“You’re doing so good baby. I promise I’m gonna make it all better.”

Steve leaned over Billy, propping himself on his elbows so that he could kiss him and run his fingers through his hair.

“I’m close baby.”

“Cum Stevie please.”

Steve increased his pace again and swore as Billy clenched around him. His fingers dug into his back, pulling Steve closer to press their foreheads together.

“Fuck Billy, I’m gonna cum.”

“Please,” Billy repeated.

Steve’s thrusts stuttered and he bottomed out completely as he came. Billy clenched around him again, coming for the third time that night.

Billy floated in that good space for a while, glad to be rid of the burning sensation on his whole body. Something cool swiped between his legs and over his belly and he reached toward the sensation.

“I’m here sweet boy, just gimme a second to clean you up.”

Once Billy was as clean as Steve could get him without a proper shower, he climbed back into bed with him, curling his body around Billy.

He stroked his curls, keeping a hand on him at all times so that he didn��t panic when he came back to the surface.

“Stevie.”

“I’m here baby. You back with me?”

“Uh huh.”

Billy rolled over to face him, and Steve rubbed his knuckles over his cheek.

“You feel better.”

“A little embarrassed but yeah.”

“Why are you embarrassed?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never acted like that before. It’s not me.”

“You were sick babe, you weren’t yourself. But you’re okay now. I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No. I’m a little sore but good sore.”

“Good.”

They laid together for a while as Billy recovered, Steve stroking his hair and giving him little kisses.

“I should probably get back home so Susan doesn’t flip when I’m not there,” Billy made no move to get up despite his words.

“Or, It’s almost three. How about we nap for a bit and then we can get up and go get breakfast for you to take back.”

“That works too.”

Steve chuckled and kissed him again, “Get some sleep baby, you need it.”

“You sleep too.”

“Okay. Goodnight Billy.”

“Goodnight Steve.”

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Tracker: Vague Prompts

Adapted from the Vague Prompts collection originally posted by @ladylike-foxes

VAGUE PROMPTS 1:

Secret that stays in the cave

Buried beneath a mountain of furs

“The concept of wolves will never get old…”

Haunting night song; brother sleepwalking

Moths in a forgotten shed

“There’s an unfamiliar perfume on her wrists, I don’t recognize the scent.”

Following your idol too closely

Plucked every red rose from the garden and burned them

“You keep lifting me up—but this time, I won’t come down.”

The temptation of giving in, surrendering to dark, sweet elysium.

A thing no god wants to see

“Keep the cloth from covering her face.”

The bed is empty when (….) get(s) back

The line between them is a thick mistake

“I watched you watching me from the window.”

Fingers scrubbed to bleeding

The Woman in the Painting

“We need to look beyond the ghosts we’ve created here.”

Things that die over and over

Keeping dead flowers

“Perhaps it was preordained, perhaps it was simple circumstance.”

The comedy of gulls

The feeling of hollow kisses

“It’s hard to breathe when you look at me like that.”

VAGUE PROMPTS 2:

“Who gave you such radiance?”

Wounds too deep to spill blood

A new sweetness, a new pleasure

“Just that unknowable shadow under your eyes.”

The comfortable chaos between

Bells ringing that no one has shaken

“You worry is needless; it won’t consume me.”

A sacred little fragrance

Like running with a knife in the dark

“You don’t know whether you are damned or martyred.”

Fever dream statue, gilded in gold

The painted figurine of a desperate heart

“We bared our throats for our god.”

Fondness for bruises left by love

Silence that cuts like a knife

“I guess I’ve been dead for a while.”

Minor gestures of springtime joy

Like wood with a gift for burning

“My bleeding out, is that what sets you free?”

Violence of a different kind

Spreading within the bones like slow mycelium

“Don’t you have a home these days?”

Secrets beneath floorboards, memories in the walls

First warm breath of the dawn

“Remember what brought you here and what drove you out.”

Bare skin on damp ground

Deafening beat of a bloody heart

“No one sings while they burn to death.”

Milky-eyed stare, blank but knowing

The sickly-sweet scent of dying flowers and decay

“They say she sold her soul to a dark god.”

Sun-bleached bones, picked clean

Lips the color of a violent death

“Those are not a cat’s eyes…”

A sprig of hemlock twirled between fingers

The numbness of fear clawing its way inside

“Who is the grave for?”

Pouring unfamiliar potions into bottles of fogged glass

A maze of empty tunnels

“Shh. Wait for The Singing to pass.”

If they wept for him, he couldn’t hear it.

Seeking revenge for denial of flesh

“Something has been following us for awhile now.”

Driven mad by the whispers

Fleeing spiders their only warning

“Living things can haunt too.”

VAGUE PROMPTS 3:

Thin as moss under naked feet

Not the drowning but the breath after

“There is nothing quite as sublimely unsatisfying as infatuation.”

Tucked away with a soft smile into a pocket

Ritual burning of incense

“The poor fools don’t hear their echo in each other.”

Eighty-four rules of decorum

Veins ahum with the thrill of a shared secret

“She’s fond of being dreadfully candid.”

Sounds of music still playing in the distance

The fog of warm breath on cool glass

“So lovely, it makes my bones ache.”

Climbing the narrow stone staircase by candlelight

A modest diadem, worn uncertainly

“But I’ll still linger there when there’s nowhere else to go.”

Eyes like stone grave markers

Baby blue and cruelly soft

“Oh, I’m quite sure I’ll regret kissing him.”

A glisten caught in the sand

Feeling it safely in hand

VAGUE PROMPTS - EERIE EDITION:

Bare skin on damp ground

Deafening beat of a bloody heart

“No one sings while they burn to death.”

Milky-eyed stare, blank but knowing

The sickly-sweet scent of dying flowers and decay

“They say she sold her soul to a dark god.”

A sprig of hemlock twirled between fingers

The numbness of fear clawing its way inside

“Who is the grave for?”

“Shh. Wait for The Singing to pass.”

If they wept for him, he couldn’t hear it.

“Something has been following us for awhile now.”

Driven mad by the whispers

Fleeing spiders their only warning

“Living things can haunt too.”

A forgotten room In the Shadows (Yvaine Cousland/Nathaniel Howe)

#DADWC Prompts #Prompt Fill Tracking

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100 Days, 100 Drabbles: Day 2

Here we are at day two, same rules apply. Send me prompts, people! Without further ado, Day 2: A Lust for Power - A SesshKagu Modern Vampire AU CW: Mentions of abuse, suicide, and blood.

The sharp clack of her heels striking the cobblestone road echoed back to her ears – a sound both hollow and cold. Kagura blew a stray strand of hair away from her face with a huff and pulled her jacket more tightly around herself. It was a light summer jacket – out of season for a chilly autumn night heavy with rain-laden clouds – and riddled with tears that she had sewed up as discreetly as her discerning eye could manage. It was all right, better than nothing she supposed.

Her face was made up as she liked it, enough eyeliner to be intimidating and a bold red lip. Although the foundation that covered up the nasty bruise on her right cheekbone was starting to wear thin. No matter, she was only on her way home. There would be no questions as to her wellbeing there, and none at all that she could avoid – makeup or no.

A glance at her wristwatch revealed it was one in the morning and Kagura cursed under her breath. Another five hours and she would be on her feet again in the café down the road, serving enough coffees to feed a small army of single moms. Her arms ached and her feet throbbed with every step.

“Damn cheap heels,” Kagura muttered. She supposed it was her own fault. Working a full shift in the mornings and another in the evenings at the bar downtown – she knew she was on the fastest track to a burnout, at least if her coworker Miroku was to be believed. Maybe it was her self-destructive nature that wanted to put an end to all this that drove her to work herself down to the bone this way, maybe she truly hoped she would simply keel over where she stood one day and never open her eyes again. Or maybe she just didn’t want to be home any more than strictly necessary.

A resentful sigh escaped Kagura’s lips. It was probably the latter.

Just her luck, too, that he had given her a new bruise just as the ones on her throat were starting to heal. She suspected he did it on purpose, that he didn’t like to leave her for any length of time without some manner of “mark” to remind her of who she belonged to. Sadistic bastard.

Kagura’s vain hopes that her stepfather’s control over her life would disappear when she came of age were quickly dashed by Naraku, whose torment of her had only increased through the course of her 17th year leading her to an ill-advised and unfortunately unsuccessful suicide attempt. She could still remember the cold, wet tile beneath her clammy skin as she lay there convulsing, rasping for air that would not come, but still at peace in her conviction that it would soon be over. And all the while, Naraku’s wretched laughter echoing off the bathroom walls as he stood over her trembling form, nudging her onto her back with the toe of his shoe as he dragged on a cigarette. As if she were lying there for his amusement.

He had used that incident as ground to apply for a conservatorship, which was granted by one of the many judges lining his pockets. She was now five years into said conservatorship without any hope of release – at least not alive.

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of those dismal thoughts. She had promised Kanna not to leave her alone with that asshole and going back down memory lane was no help on that quarter. Naraku said he was using the money she earned for her siblings’ schooling, and she chose to believe it. Otherwise, the futility of it all would be too much to bear. She had to believe she wasn’t doing all of this for nothing.

Kagura reached for her jade earrings thoughtlessly, feeling the cool, green stone between her fingers. They were a last remnant of her mother, and she had found herself keeping them for some stupid, sentimental reason. She had no love lost for a woman who had found herself so swept up by a crime lord, she had accepted every degradation to be one of the many women he kept on a string – only to meet her end at his hands. She could forgive her mother for dying a fool, she couldn’t forgive her for leaving her children at his mercy.

A cold wind kissed the nape of her neck and Kagura shivered. Her grip on her jacket tightened and she hastened her steps. Being tired was no excuse to be dawdling. Not at this hour, not in this neighborhood.

She chanced a glance over her shoulder and saw nothing but the usual shadows that haunted these alleyways in the dark of night. Still, she could not shake the feeling that someone was watching her. Even as she turned a corner, she was on edge, her hackles raised, certain that some unknown predator prowled just over her shoulder.

Was she being paranoid?

Not to her right, nor her left… apart from breaking into an all-out run she could not walk any faster. She grit her teeth and whirled around breathlessly, ready to confront her pursuer, but was met only by the empty alleyway beyond.

Kagura shook her head and made to continue on her way, promising herself to avoid any such shortcuts in the future, when a golden glint in the corner of her vision caught her eye. She hesitated and sought out the curious vision, tilting her head up to the radiant, full moon as she did so.

Her breath caught in her throat. She had to have been hallucinating.

There, levitating high up in the air, stood what she could only describe as a man – although the word man did him no justice. Golden, narrowed eyes peered down at her, luminous and transcendent. Strange, purple markings slashed across proud cheekbones. Long silver hair that glowed even more brightly than the moon behind him framed his form. He could only be a demon – or a god.

Her own vermillion eyes widened in awe at the sight of him, but meeting his eyes seemed to have been a mistake. No sooner did their gazes connect, than his jaw set and his lips – divine and luscious – pressed into a firm line. A decision made.

He leaned forward and dashed through the air towards her, a flurry of air rushing towards her as he approached at blinding speed. She could not doubt the reality of his being when his hands – very tangible, very firm, very warm – made contact with her shoulders flinging her the half-step back into the alley wall behind her. A sharp pain shot up her back as she fell against the brick, but even as she opened her mouth to cry out only half a strangled exclamation fell from her lips, because now –

Now that vision of a man was right in front of her, hovering over her. For the love of – he had to be at least six feet tall! Those mesmerizing, golden eyes were even more dazzling up close. She was close enough to be engulfed by the scent of him, something warm and feral and intoxicating she could not place. Kagura struggled to clear her mind, it was not at all like her to be so taken aback by a man, god or not.

“Who are –“ she began, but was cut off when the apparition paid her no heed, lowering his head and parting those lips she had admired to reveal sharp, gleaming fangs. A vampire…? She immediately chastised herself for the foolish thought but when his teeth sank into the soft flesh at the junction of her neck and shoulder, her mind blanked entirely.

A sharp pain blazed through her body from the point of contact and she struggled against him, her aching arms fighting to shove him off, but it was like fighting a mountain. He did not budge, nor even acknowledge her attempts. She felt her blood flowing from her with increased vigor the more she struggled and could hear the sound of him swallowing so close to her ear, she felt faint. It was her blood he was drinking, and the more of it he took, the weaker she felt. She felt the warm liquid gushing out of her faster than he could swallow, spilling past his mouth and soaking her white blouse.

She had meant to scream, she knew she did. So, she could not at all explain why the cry of alarm – half-sounded – had quickly petered out to something not unlike a whine. She refused to call it a moan.

At length, she could fight him no longer. She lacked even the strength to lift her head and let it fall back against the rough brick wall. Was this the Death she had been courting nearly all her life? Had it finally come to take her? Kanna could not blame her for this one, could she? And what a beautiful death it was… Although, it was only fair, she supposed, given what her life had looked like.

She opened her eyes blearily to get another look at him. His face was buried in her neck but the lovely, silver strands had fallen over her form like a moonlit blanket. She could not help but reach weakly out for them, wanting to feel their silky length. If the vampire took any notice of her efforts, he gave no sign.

Kagura’s strength waned further still, and her hand fell away. Her head lolled to one side, coming to rest against one of the well-toned arms caging her in. She blinked at the clawed ends of his graceful hands and tried to remember if vampires were meant to have claws. She supposed it didn’t matter. Her eyes fell shut.

Her legs would give way next, she could feel it, and maybe that would be the end of her. When she fell to the floor, the lovely vampire would leave her there and move on to his next victim. That was how these things went wasn’t it? But as vertigo closed in and she felt herself slipping, the tall predator stepped closer towards her, all but crushing her body between himself and the wall behind her. His hands left their positions on either side of her and instead cupped her face, tilting her head to the side so as to allow himself better access to her throat.

If Kagura had not been teetering at the edge of consciousness, she might have felt something at being so close to the stranger she had so admired moments before. As it was, she could only vaguely muse at the sensation of being so firmly encaged by solid, firm muscle. And it wasn’t just that, his very being emanated power. Every glance of his smoldering eyes declared unmistakably that there wasn’t a man alive he considered his equal. She doubted anyone could get the better of him – not with force, not through the law, not by trickery. Not even Naraku. The edges of her lips twitched upwards at that thought.

What a pleasant idea.

Even as the demon feasted hungrily, and she was quickly fading, she struggled to hold onto consciousness – in order to savor the notion just a moment longer. The demon at her side forcing Naraku to his knees. What she wouldn’t give to see it!

The power that had so quickly subdued her, turned towards her hated stepfather…

Kagura felt a twinge of pain as the warm mouth left her gaping wound open and exposed to the chill night air as the demon, or god, she hadn’t yet decided which he was, pulled back. Kagura used the pain to force her eyes open and with a sudden burst of strength, her hand shot up to grab the wrist of his right hand with what strength she could muster.

She could feel more blood trickling from her neck, but the vampire had had his fill and was not distracted from her burning ruby gaze. Kagura’s brow furrowed as she struggled to regain her footing. The silver-haired man’s left hand fell away from her face as he pulled slightly back – his right hand still held firmly in place by a stubborn Kagura.

She did not see the way his eyes narrowed slightly as he removed his left hand, she had long forgotten about the bruise on her face. She was far too concerned with catching her breath and trying to get to her feet as she staked her claim.

“I demand – “ she rasped. She tried and failed to stand tall, falling back against the wall behind her. Kagura shook her head to clear her vision. Sweat beaded on her forehead but her clammy hands refused to release him, certain he would disappear the moment she did.

“I demand compensation for the blood you have taken.” It was no good, her vision was going. She could feel the blackness closing in. Desperation emboldened her. She would get what she wanted, goddammit, or she would die trying.

“If you don’t… you will live in dishonor for the rest of your miserable life.” Her second hand caught out for his wrist, now in search of support more than as a threat. “A thief,” she mumbled for good measure. It was all she could manage; he seemed the proud type. Haughty and arrogant.

But it was too late. She felt herself slipping, felt the sharp pain of her knees hitting the cobblestone, and then … nothing.

Sesshomaru gazed down at the mortal woman lying at his feet. She had displayed some characteristics unusual for her kind. Sharp instincts had allowed her to locate him before he attacked her. Usually, he caught his prey off-guard and finished them off without a sound.

How had she managed to retain consciousness until he had drunk his fill from her? And what desperation had led her to barter with one such as him?

Her kind should have died of fear before they perished of blood loss, and yet…

He considered the purple bruise on her face, on the cheek that had felt soft beneath his hands – like a delicate silk - and wondered what other bruises lay hidden where no one could see. She had to know some measure of pain to take his assault as if it were nothing. And fear, to stare him determinedly in the eyes and call him a thief.

Sesshomaru was no thief. He took what was owed to him by virtue of his power. He bent down towards the woman lying on the cobblestone floor - not quite dead, not quite living.

He traced his fingers along the open wound on her neck and the flesh sealed obediently at his touch. It was apparent what she wanted from him. Eyes like hers wanted for one thing only.

“Live, Kagura of the Wind, and you shall have your revenge.” He rose to his feet and turned away from her, his black boots padding softly along the road before taking off into the air with a single, soundless leap.

“Die, and you will have paid the price for your insolence.”

#100 days of drabbles #sesshkagu #inuyasha #vampires #writing #fanfic #let's go

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