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Maintenance Request Chapter 19

Joel Miller x f!reader | new chapter every Friday 18+ | ao3 | main post & chapter list chapter word count: 7.6k

chapter summary: you and Joel have your third date, a bit of a discussion, and try something new together when Joel stays at your place for the first time. 👀

a/n: thank you as always to @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta 💕 fun fact, I wrote the second half of this chapter in a sort of fugue state, late one night during NaNo last year. I swear this just poured out of me. Joel knew what he wanted. 😂 happy chapter 19 on the 19th!

chapter tags/warnings: flirting, banter, fluff, cursing, food and drink mention, pet names (honey, gorgeous, darlin’, baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl, handsome, cowboy), kink negotiation, some discussion of past relationships, somnophilia (kissing, fondling, p-in-v sex), mention of breasts, dream sex, dirty talk, a bit of crying while being fucked (in a good way)

Chapter 19

Saturday, November 9 Eleventh week of the semester

The rest of the week was a whirlwind – you saw Joel for at least a few minutes every day, and you talked on the phone most nights. By Thursday, you had your next date planned. Sarah had a sleepover on Saturday, so Joel was going to stay the night at your apartment. For the first time.

On Saturday, you caught Beth and Ellie up with your new relationship status – Beth had been pestering you about it since you’d told her about it over text (tell me everything!!) – and they immediately started complaining about how they hadn’t met him yet.

“I know! I know,” you wanted to wave your hands in front of their faces to get them to chill out. “I was thinking I could invite him to brunch next week.” You took a big gulp of coffee and watched their reactions.

Ellie narrowed her eyes and stared at you. Beth looked thoughtful.

“You sure you want him to meet both of us at once?” Beth asked, and Ellie snorted. “Throw him in the deep end?”

You shrugged. “I mean, he can handle it or he can’t. But I’m pretty sure he can.”

Beth smiled. “Fine with me. What about you, Hell’s Bells?”

Ellie glared at Beth for the nickname, as always, but you knew she secretly loved it.

“I guess that’s fine.” She furrowed her brow and stabbed a piece of egg with her fork. “If he does anything weird or fucked up I’m not gonna ignore it.”

You nodded. “I wouldn’t ask you to. But he’s not an asshole.” She squinted at you. “I know, Ells. But you know I trust you, right? If you did notice something, I’d want you to tell me. And I’d listen.” You knew you weren’t really talking about Joel, at this point, but you wanted her to know that anyway. She nodded and sighed.

“Yeah I mean I do want to meet him. He can come to brunch.” Ellie shrugged.

“Thank you. I’ll ask him tonight.”

Beth nudged Ellie with her shoulder. “Maybe I can meet him this week for lunch, first, give you a full report.” Ellie laughed, but you could see the idea relaxed her a little bit.

“Oh!” Ellie sat up straight. “What are you cooking for him?”

Beth pointed at you with a forkful of pancake. “Do not make soup.”

You rolled your eyes. “That was one time!”

Ellie smirked. “Even if you don’t create Soup Geyser: The Sequel, it’s probably not a good date food. What if you spill it all over yourself?”

Beth laughed. “I dunno, maybe that’s a good thing. Then you can take your clothes off.”

Ellie dramatically gagged and covered her ears. “I don’t want to know about that!”

You and Beth both laughed as she started in on a monologue about how men, and hearing about her aunt dating them, were gross.

…

Later that afternoon, you’d just finished cleaning up and making sure the food was almost ready when you realized you needed to change before Joel arrived. You stepped into your bedroom and stripped off your shirt at the exact moment you heard a knock at your door. Shit.

You froze, not sure what to do, when he knocked again. “Shit,” you said out loud. You were standing in your bedroom in a lounge bra and sweatpants. How did you lose track of time so badly? You ran to the front door.

You hesitated once you got there but reasoned that Joel had already seen you naked, so you’d just open it and then run back to change. You nodded to yourself, and then opened the door, shielding your body behind it.

“Hey, darlin’, everything alright?” He looked like he’d been about to knock again. He eyed your bare shoulder.

“Sorry, Joel, wasn’t quite ready yet. You can come in and I’ll go change.”

He smiled and raised his eyebrows. “Guess I am a little early.”

You laughed and invited him in, and watched as his eyes swept down your body. “You sure you need to change? I like this look.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, Joel, go sit on the couch. I’ll be back in a minute.” He did as you said while you ran back to your room and changed into the outfit you’d picked out earlier (complete with some green lingerie underneath – it was his favorite color, after all).

When you arrived back in the living room, you found Joel looking at the pictures lining your fireplace mantle. “I recognize Ellie and Beth,” he said. “Is this your sister?”

You stepped up next to him and nodded. “Yep. And our parents.” You continued on your photo tour for a few minutes, introducing Joel to your family as you went. He snaked an arm around your waist and leaned in behind you.

“This shirt’s pretty on you, baby.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

You smirked at him over your shoulder. “Thought you liked the other look?”

Joel grinned, unrepentant. “I can like both, can’t I?” You laughed and led him into your kitchen.

“Sure you can. Have a seat, dinner will be ready in just a sec.”

He sat, and soon enough you joined him and placed the food in the middle of the table, which you’d set earlier, before he arrived. You poured him a drink and dug in. He complimented the food, sincerely, which made you smile.

“So, you’re officially invited to brunch next weekend.” Joel snapped his head up to meet your gaze. He looked surprised, and pleased.

“I am?”

You smiled. “Sure are. Got the Ellie-and-Beth stamp of approval.”

He grinned. “I can’t wait to meet them.”

“We might do lunch with Beth during the week, first.”

He nodded. “Whatever they want, darlin’. I want Ellie to be comfortable.” He reached over to squeeze your hand. “That’s the most important thing.”

“Thanks, Joel. I know she’s not actually my kid, but in some ways she is.” He tilted his head at you, considering your words. “Yeah, I know it’s confusing. Well, you know Ellie’s 14. My sister had her right out of high school.”

“Not too different from when I had Sarah.” You nodded.

“Yeah, she had a rough time. Ellie used to come stay with me a lot, even when she was really little. And then, um. Right after I finally broke up with Matt, Ellie actually lived with me and Beth for about…” you looked up at the ceiling, counting back in time. “About 2 years? Almost. When she was 9.”

Joel nodded, taking that in. “It makes sense that you’re so close.”

You smiled. “Yeah, hard not to be. And Beth helped a lot, so they’re pretty close, too. But my sister is doing a lot better now. She used to, um…” You trailed off, thinking through what you wanted to say. “Well, part of the reason Ellie is more wary of people I might date is that my sister dated, um, more than a few men, and they were in and out of their house all the time. That’s part of the reason she lived with me. Not all of it.” Joel nodded, face solemn. He squeezed your hand between his own. “But yeah, she’s doing a lot better. She’s a nurse, works a lot of weekends and nights. Ellie has her own room here and sort of comes and goes as she pleases. Their relationship is a lot better than it used to be, too.”

“That sounds like it was hard, to send her back.” You sighed. He was so good at seeing right to the heart of what you were thinking. And feeling.

“It was, and it wasn’t. I’m so glad they’re doing better, you know? But I do miss having her here all the time, even now. And now she’s a teenager and wants to be with her friends anyway.”

He laughed a little. “I’m familiar with that change.”

You laughed, too. “Yeah, I bet. But she’s doing well in school and she actually talks to her mom about her life, so I feel like it’s going pretty well. And I sort of have my sister back.”

Joel scooted his chair a bit closer to yours and put his arm around the back. “Sort of?”

You sighed and closed your eyes. “Our relationship took a hit during all of that. But it’s getting better. We talk more now. She’s been teasing me about you.”

For a moment you both sat quietly as he considered what you shared and you leaned in to him, head on his shoulder.

“Everything I learn about you impresses me more, sweetheart.” He murmured his words into your hair, and it made you shiver.

“What? Joel–”

“It’s true.” he squeezed you against him. “Not everyone would do that, you know. Even for family. It’s…” he sighed. “I love watching you get to know Sarah. I know I’m going to love seeing you with your niece. It’s just something special. Getting to know you in every way I can.” You leaned up to press a kiss to his chin and felt him smile in response.

You were quiet again until you felt Joel shift underneath you. “Joel? What is it?” You leaned back to look at his face, and caught him staring at your cabinets with a frown on his face. “Joel.”

“Hmm?”

“Joel Miller, are you looking at my broken cabinet door and thinking about how you want to fix it?”

You watched as a flush took over his cheeks. “Maybe I am.” He sounded sheepish and you grinned.

“I don’t think I even have the tools you’d need. Sorry.”

He shook his head, frowning at you playfully. “What, not even a hammer?”

“Ok, I probably have a hammer. And maybe, like, a couple of screwdrivers.”

He laughed. “Alright, alright. I’ll fix it another time.”

“You don’t have to–”

“Darlin’,” he cut you off. “I’ll fix it.” He smiled at you, amused by your protest. “You know it won’t take me even five minutes.”

You laughed, loving his confidence. “Oh yeah? Well, who am I to argue with my Hot Maintenance Guy?”

He bit back on a smile and tilted his head. “Thought I was Hot Construction Guy?”

You grinned. “You are. And Hot Maintenance Guy, and Hot Gardening Guy. Whatever I’d seen you doing that day.”

Joel laughed and pulled you into a short kiss. “Well, I’m definitely your maintenance guy. So I’m definitely gonna fix those cabinets.” You sighed, giving in.

“Not right now, though. We have better things to do.”

He perked up. “Oh? Like what?”

“Let’s clean up and then you’ll find out.” You winked as you stood to gather your plate.

Between the two of you, you made quick work of the dishes and leftovers. It was nice, doing something so domestic with Joel. You fit together by the sink and moved around each other in the kitchen like you’d done it before, like it was comfortable. You’d never smiled so much while doing dishes in your life.

“There is something I wanted to ask you about, honey.” You turned to look at him where he was washing a pot as you dried your plates.

“Oh? About what?” You saw a tiny smirk in the corner of his mouth and narrowed your eyes.

“Just about what you said, when we were in bed after our first date.” You flushed, feeling the heat enter your cheeks. But you also appreciated that Joel was bringing this up while you were doing something so totally unrelated to sex. So you could focus. Or try to, anyway.

“Yeah, I remember.” You bit your lip.

He cleared his throat. “Ah, well, did you, um. Can you tell me more about what you like? And don’t like? I like the sound of it, you know that, but I’d never want to get it wrong.”

“Um, yes. I, well. I like waking up and already…” You took a deep breath and told yourself to act like a freaking adult. “I like to already be having sex, basically. To wake up with your mouth on– on my pussy. Or your fingers inside of me. Or your cock.” You felt more than saw Joel’s sharp intake of breath and smiled. “It’s difficult to do that last one without waking me up, but it’s my favorite.”

Joel coughed. “I, um, I really want that, too.” You finally met his gaze with your own and you could see how much he wanted it. You held your breath. “Shit, sweetheart, that sounds so fucking good. I just… since you’d be asleep, I want to make sure I’m doing the right thing. Since I can’t check in with you.”

You put down the plate you’d finished drying five minutes ago and turned towards him, taking his hands in yours and drying them off with the towel. “I trust you, Joel. I know you’d do it how I wanted – make sure I’m ready, and all that.” You finished drying his hands and put the towel down on the counter before lacing your fingers through his. You considered your next words. “I don’t… we can use a safe word. We don’t have to talk about all of that right now.” He squeezed your hands in response. “But I do have one. We can use it, so you know when my reactions are good and if they’re not. I know I can’t use it while I’m asleep, but it could help.” He disentangled and lifted one hand to place it under your chin and guide your eyes back up to meet his.

“I’d like that, honey. And I’d like to talk about that more later, what other things you might like. That we might like together. But we can take it slow.” You nodded, smiling. “And, um. Well. Remember when I told you there were issues with Sarah’s mom that she didn’t know about?”

You nodded. “I do, but Joel, you don’t have to explain now–”

“No, I mean,” he interrupted you but then took a deep breath. “I just wanted to say, part of it was that we weren’t really compatible. At all. She thought, well. That some of the things I like are…” He trailed off and you tilted your chin to press a kiss to the hand still cupping your face, encouraging him. “She thought I was strange for wantin’ ‘em. Like all the sweet things I like to call you, honey, and how I like to call you mine. To her it was too much, not what she wanted. We can talk about it more but like I said, we can take it slow. Figure it out together.”

You felt the shiver run up your spine at the idea of learning what more he might like to try with you. “I just asked you to fuck me while I’m asleep, I think we can be honest with each other.” He grinned.

“So, tomorrow morning? Want me to try it?” You nodded. “I need to hear your words, sweetheart.” As he asked he slipped his right hand around the back of your neck and pulled you closer. His lips brushed yours and you shivered.

“Yes, Joel,” you felt your pulse pick up at the idea and heard the hitch in your breath.

“Yeah, baby? You’d want to wake up with me already inside you?” Your eyes fell closed and you nodded. He pressed a kiss to your jaw, just in front of your ear. “Maybe my fingers? Maybe my tongue?” He licked the shell of your ear. You shivered and your hips squirmed as you pressed your thighs together. “You want to wake up to find my cock already deep inside this pretty pussy?”

“Yes, Joel,” you breathed again. “I love it. Yes, please —” you cut off as he gripped your chin in his hand.

“Shhh, honey. Shit, what a good girl you are, letting me slip inside you while you’re asleep, huh? Take whatever I want? Give you what I want?” You sighed. “Can’t believe it. So fucking perfect for me.” He kissed your neck again as his thumb covered your lips, holding your mouth closed. He took a deep breath and relaxed again.

“Well, honey, I told you before. I’ll give you whatever you want. So I guess we’ll see in the morning, hmm?” You grinned under his finger and nodded. “But maybe we can get started right now.”

...

Sunday, November 10 Eleventh week of the semester

In the morning, Joel woke up first. Before he even opened his eyes, he felt the warmth — the warmth of the sun through the window, the bed beneath him, and the soft wonder of your body against his. You’d moved in the night, but not much. He was still wrapped around you, just with more space between your bodies, his right arm thrown across your waist. He blinked his eyes open slowly, careful not to move as he took in a deep breath and just looked at you.

You were on your side, turned away from him, but he could see the outline of your profile over your shoulder. You were peaceful in your sleep, mouth slightly open, eyelashes brushing the tops of your cheeks. He stared, almost stunned to find you with him in bed again. How did I get so fucking lucky?

As he looked at you, careful not to move his arm, your discussion from last night came back to him and suddenly he was hard. He was so fucking hard, his cock filling so fast it took his breath away as the blood rushed south.

You wanted him to be inside of you when you woke up. It was a fucking dream even thinking about it. He wanted it, fuck, he wanted it so fucking bad, but he wasn’t sure how to do it. How could he manage it, without waking you?

He kept his breathing even, despite his cock urging him forward, and considered what to do. It was still early, and you’d told him you liked to sleep in on weekends. So maybe he had time on his side. (He always woke up early, because of Sarah.) The first thing he needed to do was get rid of his briefs.

Joel slowly, gently, pulled his arm up from around you. You shifted in your sleep, but he moved slowly and successfully snuck it away. You settled back into your pillow and remained deeply asleep. He sighed in victory.

Slowly, cautiously, careful not to shake the bed, he reached down to slide his briefs off, kicking them somewhere in the sheets. He watched you the whole time, but you breathed evenly, slowly. Still asleep. He smiled. Maybe he could do this.

He rolled back onto his side and considered you. You were a few inches from him. Maybe if he slowly came up behind you you’d snuggle into him in your sleep, making it easier to touch. He nodded to himself. That was probably the best way to start.

Slowly, trying to move like he was asleep himself, he scooted towards you on the bed until his chest came back into contact with your back. He slowed even more there, gently pressing against you until you responded in your sleep — your body titled back against his, moving unconsciously together until he had you spooned in front of him again. He was careful to angle his cock down, not to get it stuck against your ass. (Even though the thought of pressing in between your cheeks almost had him thrusting forward, overcome with want.)

Joel took a moment to breathe in his success. He had you wrapped in his arms again, and he could feel your naked ass pressed against his pelvis. It was so fucking good already. He took a deep breath to calm himself. He was close to what he wanted, but he didn’t want to fuck this up.

He carefully curled his body so his hips moved forwards, and his breath caught as his cock almost arrived right where he wanted it. The tip poked at the join of your thighs, and he sighed. Now what? How would he get any closer? He paused to consider his options again.

But you, it turned out, were on board, even in your sleep. Suddenly you let out a tiny, breathless moan, and he stilled. Peering over your shoulder, he saw that you were still asleep. A dream? He grinned. He could work with that.

Leaving his hips where they were for now, he lightly ran his fingertips up your torso until he was cupping your breast. He tried to use the lightest touch, to encourage your dream without waking you up. He teased the very tip of one finger over your nipple and your body relaxed against him, like you were a puppet and your strings were cut. He stilled again, but you were still asleep. He was on the right track.

He watched your face intently as he lightly teased your nipple with his fingertip. In your sleep, your mouth opened wider, and you sighed. He was mesmerized, watching as your tongue peeked out of your mouth, the tip just touching your bottom lip. He realized his own mouth was hanging open, the desire to lick inside yours almost palpable in the air around him. He suppressed a shiver.

Suddenly, you tilted your head to the side and whispered something. He leaned closer, not quite hearing you. To his great joy, you did it again, and he realized you had whispered his name. “Joel…” he grinned. He had to have you, just like this. Had to give you exactly what you wanted. He just had to figure out what to do about your legs.

He looked down and saw that your feet were twisting in the sheets. He wondered if this was his chance. Lightly slipping from your breast, he slowly moved his hand down to your thigh. You muttered something, but a quick check showed him you were still very much asleep. He only needed an inch, at most.

Ever so lightly, he gripped your thigh and pressed to ease it upwards. You were so fucking responsive, even in your sleep — you followed his instructions perfectly and your thighs shifted just enough for his cock to slip between them. He gasped, and then stilled as his eyes quickly sought your face again. Still asleep. He moved back to his previous position, hand on your breast, before thrusting slowly forward. His cock lined up perfect against your slit, and his eyes almost rolled back when he realized how fucking wet you were. Again. Fuck. His cock glided smoothly against you and he had to fight to keep from letting himself thrust inside, from filling you up right then and there.

Joel teased lightly at your nipple as he gently pulled back again before thrusting his hips forward once more. This time his cock nestled inside your folds and he heard a breathy little moan punch itself out of you when the tip of his cock nudged your clit. He grinned. Yes.

He kept that up for a few more thrusts — gentle movement, he told himself, slow and steady, so fucking wet, sliding so easily against you, fuck — watching your face like a hawk for any trace of wakefulness.

On the next pass, his cock almost caught against your entrance, and he stifled a deep moan of his own. Fuck me. That was the final hurdle, he knew. How could he slip inside you without waking you up? He’d have to go slow, ease into you, so slow and smooth you’d never notice.

He forced himself to keep his hands light, not to grip or pull or tug. At the same time his hips moved with almost terrifying precision. He knew you were wet enough, and still ready from last night. He just had to take the final step.

Joel took a deep breath and, eyes still locked on your face, let himself nudge at your entrance on the next thrust. He stopped there, just there, with the tip of his cock nestled right at the place he most wanted to be.

His heartbeat was racing and he felt winded. He wondered if his pounding heart would wake you before his cock did.

Gently, so gently it almost knocked him out, he pushed forward with his hips. The head of his cock pushed against you before sliding past your entrance, stopping just inside. Joel realized his mouth was hanging open as he stared at you. He felt torn. He wanted to look down, to see, but he was afraid if he looked away even for a moment you’d wake up. He gritted his teeth and kept his eyes on your face.

He pushed forward again, and he felt his cock sink deeper inside you. Fuck. Your cunt was fucking perfect. He had no idea how you could be so fucking wet all the time. Were you always like this? You’d said it was just for him, but did that mean you were always like this around him? Shit. Hold it together.

He was panting. He tried to keep it quiet, but it was so much. So fucking much. He blinked to keep his eyes from closing.

Joel took a deep breath, still focused on you, and took one more gentle thrust to slide himself all the way home. He bit down so hard on his lip to fight back a moan he was worried he drew blood. He realized he’d let go of your breast to clutch at the comforter beneath you and was in danger of leaning his weight forward to fall on top of you. He stilled. He panted. He stared at your face.

You were somehow still asleep. How?

He took the gift he was offered and moved. His hips pulled gently back, and he felt every inch of your cunt squeeze tight around his cock as he pulled out, until only the head of his cock was left stretching your entrance open. He breathed in through his nose, and then breathed out steadily while thrusting back in at that same slow, infuriating pace. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me.

He managed three or four more agonizing thrusts, doing everything he could to be silent and gentle, to keep you sleeping while he fucked you. He realized now the goal was for you to wake up, but he wasn’t sure how to do it. He paused inside you after his next thrust, taking a deep breath, looking over your slumbering face. He started to smile.

Slowly, gently, he leaned down towards your neck as he pulled almost all the way out of you again. As he slid home this time, just a tiny bit faster, he pressed a kiss to your neck, right under your ear. You moaned. His smile turned feral.

He continued like that, thrusting inwards and pressing kisses to your neck and your shoulder, getting wetter and sloppier each time. Your breaths started to come faster and faster, and then he noticed your hips were starting to push back against his.

His eyes flew back to your face. He had to see it. He wanted to see the exact moment you woke up and realized he was doing as you asked, he was doing what you wanted. He was giving it to you just right.

He wanted to push you over the edge. On his next thrust he cupped your breast again, and your voice was clearer this time, calling out to him in your sleep. “Yes, Joel, yes,” he teased your nipple and thrust forward. “Joel,” you called out, brow furrowing. He knew it was coming. He stared at you, and on the next thrust, he pinched your nipple at the same moment his cock bottomed out inside of you.

It was fucking heaven. Fucking transcendent. Your eyes flew open as you gasped, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. Your hands grasped at nothing until they found his arm, and you clutched at him. He pulled out again and thrust back inside you, hard, and you cried out. He smiled.

…

You were having the most amazing dream. Everything was warmth and pleasure and there was a man holding you and you knew it was Joel. Joel, wrapped around you. You were floating together, somehow, twisting together as he spooned you from behind, but somehow also kissed you and touched you, everywhere. You sighed.

His embrace tightened and you hitched your leg over his. “Mm, that’s my good girl,” you heard him say, and it melted through you like hot chocolate. “That’s it, baby. Show me.” You weren’t sure what he wanted you to show him, so you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. “Fuck yeah, baby. Let me see that tongue.”

Dream Joel, somehow spooning you and making out with you at the same time, licked your tongue as you stuck it out for him. The slide of your tongues together made you press your thighs tight. “You’re so goddamn hot baby,” he muttered in your ear while making out with you. You moaned back, somehow still kissing him, “Joel.” He grinned at you, wicked and intent. He bent down suddenly to lick at your nipples and you gasped. “Joel!” He smiled and you hummed at the feeling of him worshiping your tits.

In your dream the two of you were floating upwards, towards something — there was light above you, and warmth below you. Everything felt amazing.

Dream Joel ran his hands down your body, grasping at your hips and your legs. You smiled. “Love the way you look, honey,” he murmured, and you told him you loved the way he looked, too. He smiled. “Open up for me, then, sweet thing. Let me inside.” You did as he asked and opened your legs. Dream Joel, talented man that he was, managed to kiss you and eat you out at the same time, and you sighed into it, mouth opening for him again. And then you felt something warm and hard and gorgeous slide against your pussy. You sighed and pushed back onto it.

“Inside, Joel,” you tried to demand, your voice weak and breathy. He chuckled, darkly. “Not yet baby, wanna feel you.” He slid his cock back and forth against your soaking wet pussy and you moaned. “You feel so good on my cock, honey. You hear that?” You listened, and you heard him panting behind you, heard the slick glide of his cock as it nestled in your folds. “Shit, sweetheart. You’re so wet for me.”

“Always,” you sighed out.

“I know you are, baby. Can’t stop thinking about it, about sneaking my fingers inside your underwear everywhere we go, see if you’re ready for me. Ready for me to slip inside you, no matter where we are.”

You nodded. “Always ready for you, Joel. Always want you inside me. Want you inside me right now.”

“Honey I told you, I’ll give you everything you want. Don’t you worry.” Dream Joel slid back again, and on his next thrust his cock notched right at your entrance, and you sighed. “Yes, please, Joel.”

“Shhh, honey. Just let me give it to you. I’ll give you whatever you want, you know that. All you have to do is lie there and take it.” You moaned as he pressed the head of his cock inside of you. It felt huge and perfect and warm and like you never wanted to be without it.

Dream Joel rubbed his hands up your torso as he fucked into you from behind. “That’s it, honey. Take me inside you. Let me fill you up. Let me stuff my cum so deep inside of you it’ll be dripping out for hours.” Your breath caught at the idea and you started to breathe harder and faster. He pinched your nipples and thrust into you, hard. “Feel it, honey? Feel how perfectly my cock fits inside this cunt?”

“Yes, Joel, yes,” you cried, almost crying for real. “I need it.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he crooned, softly. “You’re such a good girl, you know that? Such a good fucking girl for me. Letting me put my cock inside you whenever I want, letting me fill you up. Sitting on my cock like an angel. Like you were meant to be right here, in my lap.” Dream Joel thrust inside of you again, and you cried out.

“Joel, please,” you sighed as your brows pinched together. The dream suddenly felt so real, so physical, you couldn’t figure out which way was up or down. You were spinning, falling, and when you crash landed back into your body you gasped.

Your eyes flew open and all you could feel was Joel. He was fucking everywhere. His body was pressed all along your back, his fingers pinched your nipple, his mouth was on your jaw.

And his cock was hard, and it was deep, deep inside of you.

Your head flew back as you gasped for air, staring up at the ceiling without seeing. Your hands grasped for purchase on something, anything that would hold you there, keep you from flying apart and spiraling into the air, until they found his arm and you held on for dear life. Suddenly Joel pulled his hips back and then thrust inside of you, hard. You cried out, maybe his name, maybe no words at all. Fuck. You needed to catch your breath. Your hips were pinned under his, your pussy wet and dripping and tightening around his cock. You could feel a tear slip from your eye to land on the pillow under your head. Fuck me.

Before you could even try to make sense of your surroundings, to catch your breath, Joel’s lips found your ear.

“Good morning, honey.” His voice was deep and rumbling and fucking vicious. He thrust inside you again, pinching your nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Your next breath came out like a sob. “How’d you sleep?” You felt a tear form at the edge of your eye again, and he curled forward to kiss it away. “Shh, baby, you’re ok. You’re so fucking good, honey, my good fucking girl.” He thrust inside of you again, and his cock slid against you so easily, so wonderfully, that you breathed through another sob. “Honey?”

You realized, distantly, that he was starting to worry about you. You squeezed his arm. You had to say something.

“Y— yes, Joel. Yes.” You felt him grin against your shoulder.

“Yeah, honey? That feel good?” You nodded, frantically, reaching one hand back to grasp at his hip. “You want it bad, don’t you? Want this cock to split you open?” Your breath hitched, again. “Want me to push deep inside you, don’t you, sweet thing? Fill you up? Leave you fucking dripping?”

Real Joel echoing Dream Joel spun you upwards again, disorienting you in your pleasure. You whined, and thrust your hips backwards towards him. He pulled out and slammed his cock back into you, pulling back on your hip to urge you onto him. “Fuck, honey, you need it, don’t you? You need it so bad.” You could only grasp at him and nod, feeling another tear run down the side of your face. He kissed that one away, too.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart. You can have this cock whenever you want.” He thrust forward again, pinning you to the bed. Your right knee bent in front of you and he followed, curving his body into the same position, somehow driving his cock deeper. “It’s yours. Yours to use, honey. Yours to touch, to lick, to sit on whenever you want.” He started up a steady pace, pushing his cock inside of you so deeply, so right on every thrust. Your face was turned, left side on the pillow, profile still open to him. He pressed kisses everywhere he could reach.

“I’m going to make you come, honey. And I want to see it.” He curved his right hand over your hip, seeking out your clit with his fingers. “I want you to come on my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me, baby, squeeze me so fucking tight.” You sighed into the pillow. “Can you do that for me? Yeah, ‘course you can. Be a good girl, honey, and come for me.”

His fingers started circling your clit, and you felt it building inside of you like a tidal wave. It was almost too much, so much, more than you could handle. You were actually crying now, tears running down your face that he kissed away. “J— Joel,” you whined, and he twisted to press a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“That’s right, honey. Let me have it. It’s mine.”

Something about the way he claimed it, claimed you, sent you over the edge. You flew over it, into the air, twisting, falling, electrified. The orgasm erupted through you, and you felt more wet gush out of you, absolutely soaking his cock. He groaned.

“Holy fucking shit, honey. Yes. Fucking give it to me.” He talked you through it, pressing kisses anywhere he could reach. It shuddered through you and you clamped down on him as your orgasm crested. You sobbed one more time, and he bit down on your shoulder to ground you.

As you came down, you realized his hips were speeding up. You whined and thrust your hips backwards again. You wanted it. You wanted him, inside of you, dripping out of you, like he promised. He nodded, seeming to understand.

“That’s right, honey. I’m going to give it to you. That’s what good girls get, right? And you were perfect, honey. My good fucking girl.” You clutched at the pillow as you pushed your hips back, trying to tilt them to give him the best angle. He sank deeper, somehow, and moaned. “I’m going to give it to you so deep, baby, so fucking deep.” He sighed, dreamily. “Fuck.”

His thrusts picked up, and you let yourself drift, feeling perfectly used as Joel pumped his hips into yours. His thrusts caught, uneven, and you heard him groan from deep in his chest. He clutched at you, with one final, devastating thrust, and came. His mouth was hot on your ear as he said your name in a voice that made it sound like a prayer.

For a moment, neither of you moved. You were both breathing hard, and you were a fucking mess — wet, everywhere — cum all over, sweaty, and tears that had dripped down your face and soaked your pillow.

Joel sucked in a deep breath and carefully, gently, pulled out of you. You still gasped — you were sensitive from the night before, still, and he’d just fucked you so hard you’d cried, for god’s sake — but he was so soft and gentle with you that it barely hurt.

He flopped to your left on the bed, and with a groan, you heaved yourself onto your right side so you could look at him. You fell in the wet spot, but honestly, the entire bed was probably a wet spot at that point.

He turned his head, and for a minute you just looked at each other. You’d thought you’d seen him wrecked before, but that was nothing. You could see, now, what it actually looked like. And he was wrecked. You imagined you were the same. His hair was wild, his face was awestruck. He was red and sweaty and fucking beautiful.

Slowly, he started to smile, and you returned it. Then he laughed, and you laughed back. Soon you were both giggling into your pillows, curled towards each other, linking fingers in the damp sheets.

Joel took a deep breath, and managed to stop giggling long enough to say, “I think you might have killed me, honey. Can’t move my legs.” You giggled and buried your face in the pillow. “No, I’m serious. First you knock me over with the idea of fucking you awake, much less telling me to do it? Jesus, I almost came before I ever got inside of you, trying to figure out how to do it without waking you up. Best fucking idea I’ve ever heard, honey, shit. Holy fucking shit.” He sounded winded, and awestruck. Like he couldn’t believe that just happened. “You were so beautiful, baby, taking it so well, even in your sleep. Couldn’t tear my eyes away from you.” He sighed, grinning. “Jesus, when can we do it again? I wanna do it again. How’s every goddamn morning sound to you?” You laughed outright. He cleared his throat. “Was it, um. Was it what you wanted?” He looked hopeful, and a tiny bit worried. You didn’t know how he could be, not after you came harder than you ever had in your life. So you told him that.

“Joel. I just came harder than I ever have in my entire life.” You figured he needed to hear it, and his answering grin told you he appreciated it. “I can’t feel my legs, either.” He laughed, and you tracked it across his face. Beautiful. “It was so fucking perfect. I was having the best dream about you, I guess because of what you were doing to me for real, and then suddenly the dream and reality came together and I— fuck.” You closed your eyes against the memory of that moment. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”

“It was fucking beautiful to watch,” he murmured, eyes traveling over your face and chest. “Never seen anything like that, either.”

You smiled. “In my dream you were fucking me from behind, and it just… melted into real life. I felt like I fell back into myself and couldn’t tell up from down in the best fucking way.” You bit your lip. “Every morning, huh?” He winked at you. “I dunno, if you make me come like that every day I might not make it to work.” He laughed, and finally reached for you again. You went easily as he pulled you into his chest, pressing your bodies together. You sighed, sinking into him happily.

“You fit so well in my arms, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to your hairline. “Let’s just stay right here, for a while.”

You hummed, agreeing, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. You were both quiet for a moment, just letting the moment wash over you, when you felt him tense.

“Joel?” You questioned lightly, wondering what he was thinking.

“I, um,” he cleared his throat. “Just want to make sure of something, honey. You were, well, the crying. Was that… ok?” He sounded so careful, so worried, it made your heart clench.

“Yes, Joel. That wasn’t just ok.” You tilted your head back to meet his eye so he could see the sincerity on your face. “It was exactly what I wanted. It was perfect.” He relaxed, and his eyes crinkled when he smiled. “Sometimes I cry during sex. Not all the time, but it’s not necessarily a bad thing when it happens. Like just now, it was a really, really good thing.”

“That’s what I thought,” he nodded, “but I wanted to make sure I was reading you right. Would be a pretty upsetting thing to get wrong.”

The two of you nestled back into each other, holding tight, breathing in deep together as you came down from the intensity of the sex you’d just had. It had been beautiful, and rough, and exactly what you wanted, and now you were worn out. In his arms was exactly where you wanted to be.

After a while you started to doze off again, but you didn’t want to sleep the morning away, so you shook yourself back awake. You stretched, idly, and you felt Joel’s gaze on you. You looked up to find him admiring your legs as you stretched them along the bed.

“See something you like, cowboy?”

He smiled. “You know I do, gorgeous.”

“Want to get up, grab some breakfast, maybe?” Joel smiled and nodded, but pulled you in rather than letting you get up.

“Maybe in a few minutes.”

You smiled.

…

Joel drove you to a diner about halfway between your apartment and his house. You’d never been there, but had driven past it many times, and told him so.

“This is a favorite of ours,” he told you as you both climbed out of his truck. “Sarah usually demands it at least once a month. We have family breakfast with Tommy.” You smiled at the thought.

Breakfast was easy, full of easy conversation and light teasing. Joel snuck some of your food and you retaliated by drinking some of his coffee. His feet nudged yours under the table as he grinned at you, and you rested your chin in your hand to watch him watch you across the table. It really drove home for you how much you liked being around Joel. The sex had been mind-blowing, obviously, like always, but you’d also spent weeks circling each other before finally starting to get to know each other over lunches and coffees and now dates. Every moment you spent with him showed you there was something more, here. It was in the way he couldn’t look away from you, the way he listened so carefully, like he always did, as you told him silly stories about the diner in your hometown. The way he remembered tiny details from everything you’d ever told him. You felt yourself falling, just like you’d told Beth.

It was scary, but it was also pretty wonderful.

...

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Jenna Ortega x F!Reader

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Drabble #1: The Week in Coachella

Summary: After getting caught in some hot waters with the press, you are forced into an unexpected agreement with America's sweetheart, Jenna Ortega to save your career.

Warnings/Tags: dual!pov, famous!reader, actress!reader, mentions of substances, intoxication, mature language, real people. (do not read if any of these make you uncomfortable)

(this is all fiction!)

Note: a little insight as to the ‘domestic bliss’ J was referring to 👀 this takes place during chapter 4, the week leading up to R’s peformance. the first of many drabbles (hopefully)

Word Count: 3.8k+

Monday:

“Turn it off… Jenna, turn it off!”

You whined, aimlessly swiping your hand on the covers in hopes it hits the other actress.

The alarm blaring rudely in the dark, quiet air interrupted the solitude of the early morning.

You hear her groans but it sounded muffled under the lump of covers and pillows. “You turn it off…”

“Jenna…” You groaned but she still refused to move from her seemingly comfortable position. With a huff, you throw the covers off your head, squinting in the unlit room. The sun hasn’t even risen yet, what the fuck?

Reaching over Jenna’s body, you grabbed your phone on her bedside table. You must have fallen asleep with it in your hand again and Jenna must have placed it there for you.

“It’s not even mine.” You muttered, reaching for her phone instead and snoozing the alarm. Then you flung yourself back into your side of the bed, sighing in satisfaction because the annoying alarm wasn’t blaring in your eardrums anymore.

“Was it my phone?” Jenna lifted the cover off her head but remained under. Her hair is a mess after a night of tossing and turning and yet she still looked… pretty. You’re not blind, she’s gorgeous but there’s something about her, being the first thing you wake up to that makes your heart palpitate uncomfortably.

Probably heartburn from last night’s dinner. Yeah. That’s it.

“Mhmm.” You hummed. It’s too early for words.

She groaned dropping the covers to hide again. “I have pick up at 5.”

“You’re working?” You questioned.

“Yeah, I forgot to tell you.” You hear and feel the shuffles of Jenna climbing out of the covers. “Are you going to be okay being alone with my family today?”

Cracking a single eye open and even through the darkness in the room, you see her brows knitted worriedly. “I’ll be fine, Jenna. I’ve been here for two days now, I’m settled in.”

“Are you sure? You can come with me to set if you want. I think I’m only filming some promo videos of Dior.” She urged. When you hear the concern in her voice, you opened your eyes fully, sitting up.

“Jen, I’ll be okay. I promise. It’ll be nice to just chill today too ‘cause I’m not needed for soundcheck again until Thursday.” You reassured, blindly placing your hand on her bare thigh.

You feel her tense under your touch and you were about to pull away and apologize, not meaning to place your hand there but she placed her palm atop yours. “Okay… but if you need me to come back–”

“I won’t need to, but I will text you if anything happens, stop worrying.” You rolled your eyes, pulling your burning hand away. “Now go get ready before you’re late. I will be going to bed.”

“How can you go back to sleep so easily?” She questioned, climbing out of the covers.

“Mhmm… magic.” You slur, already on the verge of sleeping.

You miss Jenna watching you for a few, long seconds with a fond smile after you’ve fallen asleep. You also miss her panic once she realized what she was doing, promptly turning on her heel to walk into the bathroom.

***

It was around 8:30 when you woke up again and like last time, it wasn’t on your own accord.

“Dad says wake up.” You spring up from the bed, eyes still closed.

You weren’t even sure if you were still dreaming but you swore you heard a voice.

“Over here.” Blinking your eyes open, you see Aliyah leaning against the doorframe with a smug smile. “Nice hair, is this what Jenna’s been waking up to every morning?”

“I see you and her share the same need to make fun of me.” You grumbled, wiping your eyes as they adjusted to the sunlight peering into the room.

“Mhmm. That’s how the family shows we care, we tease.” The younger girl shrugged, “Now come on, there’s breakfast downstairs and then chores.”

“Chores?” You asked but she already left.

Fucking chores? What the hell did you sign up for?

Swiftly, you threw on a presentable sweatsuit and brushed your teeth before hopping down the steps. From the moment you opened the door, you could already smell savoury waft of the morning meal awaiting you in the kitchen.

When you round the corner, entering the dining room everyone was already there, “Good morning.”

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Natalie smiled when she saw you. “Sorry Aliyah woke you up like that,”

You see her send her daughter a warning glance but you just laughed, waving it off. “No, it’s alright. Worked like a charm.”

“Come sit and eat.” She ushered, and you noted her uniform.

“I assume you’re working today?”

“Yes, it’s just going to be you kids in the house today.”

With Coachella weekend coming up, you had forgotten you were currently staying in a house with people who worked regular, 9-5 jobs.

“Oh, alright.” You smiled gratefully when the matriarch placed a plate of food in front of you.

“Dad and I have to go, you guys be safe okay? Call if you need anything.” She called out to the rest of her kids.

“You guys are carpooling?” Mia asked.

“Yup, the car’s not starting again.” The man grumbled, rising from his seat.

You perk up at that comment. “I can take a look at it for you if you want?”

All heads turn to you.

“You know cars?” Jenna’s dad asked, skeptical. This is the first time you’ve talked directly to the man.

“Yes sir.” You clear your throat, sitting up straighter. There was something about the man, maybe it was his constant silence or just Dads in general that made you a bit tense and feel out of your depth. “Used to work on them with my best friend, just a hobby but I learned a thing or two.”

He raised a brow but didn’t say anything. Natalie spoke up for him. “You don’t have to do that Y/N, but we would appreciate it regardless.”

You nodded, sending them a small smile. Aware that the man still hasn’t given you an answer but hey, you’ll take what you can get.

“We gotta go.” The parents bid goodbye and when the door shut, an awkward silence hung in the hair.

You keep your head down and pretend your breakfast was the most interesting thing on Earth.

“So, you got plans today?” Mia asked.

Lifting your head, you pointed to yourself, “Me?”

“Who else?” She raised a brow, and suddenly you’re made aware that sarcasm runs in the family.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you drop your spoon. “I don’t have plans.”

“Perfect. We’re all doing something.” Mia grinned.

You looked at Aliyah and Markus sending them apprehensive looks. “I… don’t like the way you said that.”

“Relax, superstar… when was the last time you let loose?” Mia grinned leaning on her elbows.

You glanced at the three siblings warily, “Fine… but if Jenna asks, it wasn’t my idea.”

“We’ll deal with her.” Aliyah matched her sister’s grin.

***

“This was your idea of letting loose?” You heaved exasperatedly, leaning against the leather headrest of the driver’s seat.

The three siblings’ laugh resounds around you, agitating you further. Is this what it was like to have siblings? Maybe you’re not missing out on much.

“I thought you were an action star? Don’t you guys get paid to work out for Marvel?” Aliyah asked from the backseat.

“I’m out of commission.” You glared through the rearview mirror. “And I hate hiking… why did we pick that?”

You started the ignition, cranking the AC to full blast and sighing in relief as the cool air relieves your sticky-red skin.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed. But there isn’t much to do around here.” Markus piqued up from beside his sister. “So when we all get together, we like to go hiking. Jen can’t make it most of the time, but I guess you’re the next best thing.”

He joked prompting his sisters to laugh but you flushed under the suggestion. You chose not to comment, instead pulling out of the parking spot. Clearing your thickening throat, you asked, “Where to?”

When you get back to the house, you're instantly met with an unimpressed look from the actress.

“You guys hung out without me?” Jenna crossed her arms as she stood in the foyer of her home, watching her siblings plus you trickle into the house. It’s fair to say that the younger actress was quite confused when she came back to an empty house.

“Yup…” Mia responded, sipping on her drink as she walked passed the shorter actress.

One by one, she glared at each of her siblings as they walked passed her until only you remained. You smiled sheepishly, holding out a drink. “They said you always get this smoothie… don’t be mad?”

Jenna stared at the drink in your hands. Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest. “Thanks…”

You send a large, goofy smile, pleased with yourself, “No worries.”

***

Tuesday:

The jury’s still up for debate if you’re enjoying yourself.

See you thought you were. Sure sharing a single queen bed with Jenna is… less than ideal, the home-cooked dinners have been delicious, and her family has been nothing but hospitable. You should be having a good time, right? Except, right now you’re seriously debating changing your answer cause you’re stuck.

Tied down, would be a better description.

“Jenna, please. Help!” You managed to pull out a free arm from one of her cousin’s firm grip.

Why do these kids have such strong hands?

Jenna turned at the sound of your desperation, cutting her conversation with her sisters short then she laughed, taking her phone out to record.

“No, please.” You nearly cried out, flailing your free hand.

“Show us your superpowers, Spider-Woman!” Another child yelled, jumping in front of you.

“Ow..” Your footing stumbles with the added weight, trying to hold the kid up in your arms.

“I count… one, two, three… oh and there's a fourth one hiding behind your legs, how cute.” Jenna circles you, recording all the children clinging onto you for dear life.

“Jenna, please. I’m gonna drop this child…” You begged again, arms burning uncomfortably.

You’re one kid away from toppling over if she doesn’t help you. If you do, you’re taking her down with you.

“I thought you do action movies? Use that action star training…” Jenna teased just like her sister, in turn, you glared menacingly.

“If I do go down, I’m taking you with me…”

She rolled her eyes, put her phone away then walked over to grab the kid in your arms. “Come on, guys… let’s give her some space.” She shooed off.

They groaned, echoing ‘you’re no fun’ at Jenna, and you’d laugh at her offended face if you weren’t thankful that you feel 100 pounds lighter.

“You sure took your time,” You scoffed at her, watching as Jenna lets the toddler down on the ground after she got too fussy in her arms.

“Mmm… it was just too adorable.” She pulled out her phone to show you the multiple pictures of your panicked face, flailing hand and the small army of kids sticking to your side.

“Delete that…” You attempted to swipe her phone, but she stuck her arm out of reach, too quick for you.

“No!” She laughed, leaning back. You leaned forward, trying to swipe at the phone again but she pressed her hips against yours — pushing you back.

“Delete it!” You grabbed the dip in her waist with one hand; the phone now just at the tip of your fingers.

Jenna curled into a ball, clutching the phone to her chest making you wrap your arms around her body – practically embracing her.

“Seriously?” You laughed at the childish antics.

“Let me keep it!” She snickered, body shaking as she laughed and you couldn’t help but join in, forgetting about the embarrassing photos.

“Fine.” Rolling your eyes, you dropped your arms to your side, stepping back. “But if you post that, you’re dead.”

Jenna uncurled, standing straight with a lop-sided smile, “Who’s gonna stop me?”

You stare back challengingly but once you saw the up flick of her brow, you knew it was a done deal. With a sigh and a drop of a head, you muttered. “Whatever…”

Then you walked back to your seat beside her sisters.

Reaching down on the grass to grab your drink, you pretend not to hear Aliyah and Mia telling Jenna that you two are cute.

Pulling out your phone, you ignore everything going on around you. You feel Jenna take her seat beside you.

“Hey Y/N,” Aliyah spoke up, phone in hand.

You flick a brow up, “What’s up?”

“You know this song?” She tapped her phone, connecting it to the speaker and playing a song that sounded faintly familiar.

Furrowing your brows, you shake your head, glancing at Jenna who had a confused look as well. “No? Did I write it?”

“You don’t know what songs you wrote?” Jenna asked, turning to you.

“No? There’s too many and sometimes if it doesn’t fit me, I just take writing credit or I produce it for someone else.” You shrugged.

Aaliyah shook her head, gaining your attention. “No, listen.” She smirked.

When the singer started singing, you froze, the tips of your ears reddening.

“I don’t get it?” Jenna asked.

“This is Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter,” Aaliyah commented.

“Okay?” Jenna was lost. “Am I missing something?”

“Nope. I don’t think so— you wanna go for a walk?” You stood up swiftly, nearly giving Jenna whiplash as her eyes followed your movements.

You wiggle your fingers for her to take, but Jenna stayed put.

“Later —“ She dismissed you, turning to her sisters who wore smug smiles on their faces, “What’s so special about this song?”

“Ask her…” Aliyah nodded toward you, currently pretending like you couldn’t hear the conversation around you.

She raised her brow, noting your weird demeanour. “What’s so special about this song?”

“Nothing.” Jenna raised a brow. You sighed, sitting back down beside her with a slump, ignoring the three others piercing stares. “Except it’s about…. me, or so I’ve heard, I don’t know.”

Jenna’s brows raised in surprise, her cheeks reddening when the next line plays. “It feels so good I had to jump the octave?”

You flushed, covering your face in embarrassment. “God, this is my worst nightmare.”

Her sisters’ watched with satisfied smiles as you continued to be embarrassed, actively avoiding everyone’s eyes and Jenna, who was stunned in silence but honestly looked more bothered the longer the song played.

You’ve never actually heard the song in its entirety, too embarrassed when someone said it was about you. You only saw the other singer one, two, three maybe even four times — so you were shocked.

“How fast can you take your clothes off, pop quiz?” Jenna reiterated as the song ended.

“Please, stop!” You groaned into your palms.

If Jenna wasn’t so satisfied with your embarrassment already, she might even admit that she’s a bit… irritated, for reasons unknown.

“Okay, Aliyah enough.” Jenna glared when the song replayed by accident.

Her sisters tried to chuckle lowly, but Jenna glared until they took the hint and scurried away, leaving just you and her.

“Are they gone?” You peeked through the opening in your fingers.

“They're gone.” She chuckled, but the silence that followed was slightly awkward. “So… you and Sabrina? Didn’t know that.”

You cleared your throat, dropping your hands. “Yeah—uh. It wasn’t really anything.”

“Sounds like it was something…I mean she wrote a whole song about you.” Jenna questioned and for a second you wondered if she was jealous.

No, no way.

“That’s just fan theories and shit. I actually don’t know if it’s about me.” You felt the need to clear up. “It didn’t mean anything to me, at least.”

Jenna scanned you for a few seconds, feeling slightly uncomfortable under the intense gaze. “Mhmm. Cool.”

You blinked, unsure what that meant. But before you could say anything she’s standing, holding her hand out for you to take.

“Wanna go on that walk now?”

You nodded, slipping your fingers in between hers.

***

Wednesday:

“Have you seen Y/N?” Jenna peeked her head inside her brother’s room.

“Not recently…” Markus responded, not looking away from his computer screen. “I think I saw her an hour ago though.”

“Where?” She huffed, leaning against the door frame.

“Don’t remember…” He replied distractedly. Jenna sighed, knowing she wasn’t gonna get a straight answer from him.

Making her way down the stairs, she rounded the corner, entering the living room. “Has anybody seen Y/N?”

She was met with silence. “Hello?” Jenna spoke up agitated.

“She’s with Dad, relax,” Aliyah answered and the actress couldn't even hide her shock. “She’s checking the car or something.”

“They’re together? Alone?”

Her sister nodded, confused.

“Yes? Why?’

“No reason…” Jenna lied.

“Is she scared of Dad?” Aliyah asked, a smirk on her lips.

Jenna rolled her eyes, not answering. Turning on her heel, she walked swiftly to the garage. You never admitted it out loud but she could see how tense you are around her Dad. It amused her more than anything.

Upon opening the door, she’s expecting to be met with silence as you worked on the car. Instead, her Dad’s laughter filled the room.

“That’ll teach you to make a bet with her…” Her dad continued to joke.

Stepping closer, she can make out your muffled chuckles from under the car. “Yeah… that one was on me, honestly. Robbed me clean of a thousand dollars.”

“Oh hey, honey. What are you doing here?” Her dad asked, noticing her standing by the door with a dumbfounded look on her face.

“Is that Jenna?” You asked.

“Yeah…” He responded.

Jenna blinked out of her stupor, walking to the hood of the car where her Dad waited patiently as you lay underneath the vehicle. “What’s going on here?”

You slid out from under the engine, using an old skateboard as a mechanic creeper; some oil splotched on your cheek. “Your Dad said the car wasn’t starting, so I offered to have a look at it.”

Jenna watches on as her Dad extended a hand out to haul you up. Exchanging the wrench in your hand for a wet rag to wipe the dirt off. She flicked a brow up in surprise. “I didn’t know you knew cars like that…”

You match her raised brow, “what, you think my cars are just for show?”

She rolled her eyes, not answering while you grinned, taking it as a win. She allowed her gaze to drop, noting your engine oil-stained white shirt hugging your arms tight and dark washed-out denim jeans. Looking like a real mechanic.

“I think it was the transmission, try turning it on.” You said to her Dad.

He follows your instructions, pushing the key into the ignition and turning it. Sputtered sounds of the engine roughly kicked back until eventually, it settled into a low, even rumble. You send her Dad a gratified smile. “What’d I say?”

“Impressive…” He scratched his chin, “I went to three different mechanics and none of them could tell me what was wrong.”

“Those guys are useless. You call me anytime there’s something wrong with her.” You popped off the hood struts, putting it back in its place before dropping the car hood closed with a loud slam, tapping on the top contently.

“You actually fixed that old junk?” Jenna crossed her arms, a little impressed but she’d never say it out loud.

You spin, flicking an unamused brow. “You doubting my skills, Ortega?”

Jenna tried shrugging impassively, walking closer to observe the running car. “Every single one of my siblings learned how to drive in this car, including me. Dad refuses to get rid of it.”

You run a hand over the hood again. What the younger actress said must’ve added to your satisfaction. “Just makes it more special then…”

“See, she gets it.” Her Dad peeks his head out from the driver's seat.

“We’re not starting this…” Jenna spun in her heels, walking back into the house. She ignored her thudding chest.

***

Thursday:

“Hey, how was Soundcheck?” Jenna looked up from her book, watching as you trudge into her childhood bedroom in slow steps.

“S’okay…” You mumbled, lazily dropping your shoulder bag on the foot of the bed. With a heavy sigh, you sat down and let gravity do all the work as you fell onto your back. Sighing in relief when it connects with the soft mattress.

“What’s wrong?” Jenna crawled to the foot of the bed, rubbing your shoulder. She watched as your eyes fluttered closed in fatigue.

“Long day… too hot.” You muttered causing Jenna to chuckle.

“Well, we are in the desert.”

“Should have thought about that when I agreed to perform…” By now, Jenna’s fingers worked their way through your hair. Softly scratching your scalp.

“Speaking of performing…” Jenna tried not to pay attention to the way you practically purred under her touch. “Who are you going on with?”

You grinned adorably, like when a baby smiled in their sleep. “Nice try…”

She tugged on your roots a bit, “Tease…”

“You’re the one tugging on my hair…” You cracked an eye open, staring up at her. Jenna flushed, choosing to ignore your words.

“Why don’t you take a shower and we can finish watching Breaking Bad? Relax before your performance tomorrow?”

“That sounds perfect.” You scrambled up to grab some clothes from your suitcase before running to the adjoining bathroom.

Jenna shook her head in amusement, ignoring the butterflies thrashing in her stomach. She moved up the bed, getting your side ready, and propping up the pillows to your preferred angle. Then she grabbed the remote, exiting out of the trashy reality show that she wasn’t really paying attention to. Only choosing the program to pass the time as she waited for you to come… home. But only because she’s honourable and chooses to uphold her side of the agreement; not to watch Breaking Bad without the other.

20 minutes pass when the bathroom door creaked open and you stepped out, looking far more relaxed than when you first came in.

Sliding into your side, you wiggled around, trying to get comfortable. “You kept your promise and didn’t watch the next episode.”

“Surprised?” She raised a brow.

“Mmm… a little.” You shrug, shooting her a chaffing smile.

She elbowed your side, “idiot.”

“Okay, okay, just play the episode. I’ve been looking forward to watching it with you all day.” You covered a blanket over your lap, not realizing what you just said. Jenna stares at you, not speaking.

You turn, pulling a face before it contorts to an amused smile. You grab the remote out of her hands, not calling her out on her silence. “Come on, get down here.”

Still unspeaking, Jenna’s body moves automatically, sliding in close beside you; shoulders pressed together. The younger actress doesn’t have it in her to admit that she’s been waiting for you to come back because recently, she finds she can’t sleep without you.

Jenna chooses not to comment when she feels your head lean comfortably against hers.

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(a little treat before ch 7🫢 )

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slafkovskys · 4 months

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is there any moment when luke and angel arent together that they end up seeing one another all alone in one room? like i imagine the entire hughes family tries their best for that to not happen when theyre not there with her but … it kind of is inevitable, isnt it?

she can’t deny the pit that forms in her stomach when she sees his car parked in the driveway. she shakes away the feeling, killing the engine and grabbing her bag from the passenger seat before making her way towards the front door because surely he wasn’t- he couldn’t be.

she twists the door knob, staring down at a picture that quinn had sent of drew and jim chilling in a golf cart captioned caddies as she waltzes through like she owned the place. the house was abnormally quiet, ellen’s usual shuffling around absent which causes her to look up and she stops in the middle of the hallway at the sight of him.

they stare at each other for a moment frozen in place. the last time that she had seen luke was from a distance at the cup parade two months before and he looked so different. his hair was a little longer, he had some attempt at facial hair sprouting along his jaw, and his eyes were a little brighter than they had been for the last year. he looked, well, he looked good.

he blinks, the confusion evident on his face as he utters the words, “are you okay?”

“why wouldn’t i be?” she says before realizing that to him at least, she had walked into the house without any warning. it was something that she had grown used to doing over the years, even after their falling out when it was an unspoken rule that whenever she was there, luke would miraculously always have plans. she shakes her head, “no, i- i’m sorry. ellen and i, we were going to go grab some lunch today and i was supposed to meet her here.”

“are you sure that it was today? she just left for some meeting like twenty minutes ago,” luke raises his eyebrows and her face falls. he watches as she pulls out her phone and closes her eyes, letting out a soft fuck. he sends her a soft grin, “let me guess, the plans are for thursday and not today?”

“i’m sorry. i really thought it said tuesday,” she stares at the screen for a second longer as if willing the word to change and when it doesn’t, she looks at the boy again. she lets out a quiet chuckle, “guess i have a free day now. q and j took the babies to the golf course-”

“with my dad?” luke finishes for her. he doesn’t seem bitter, but she could see the flicker of sadness in his eyes. he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, “i figured when i saw him shoving two mini sets of clubs into the back of his car before he left. they’re the only babies he knows- well, the only babies he knows that he spoils like that.”

the two share a laugh at the mere thought of jim trying to coax a golf club into one of the nine month old’s hands. she had already gotten a slew of pictures from the boys, one of wren wearing a glove that was basically the length of her arm and another of drew being balanced by quinn in one arm while he seemed to be teeing up with his free hand to which she immediately called the man and had to be reassured that drew was safely in the golf cart before quinn had even pushed his tee into the ground.

she shifts her weight from foot to foot before clearing her throat, “um, i guess i’ll get going, then. seriously, i’m sorry about this.”

“not as sorry as i am.”

“luke,” she mumbles, eyes shifting to stare at a picture of all three boys when they were kids so she wouldn’t have to look at him, “please-”

“i know, i just wanted you to hear me say it,” he pauses, “you don’t have to forgive me and i don’t expect you to, but if i could just have a chance to explain why i did it-”

“you have a good reason for leaving me during the scariest time of my life and then basically ghosting me?” she questions and she turns her attention back to luke, watching as he visibly deflates. she stares at him, the tension between the two so thick not even a chainsaw could cut through, before she shakes her head, “i’ll never forgive you for what you did to me, to us.”

luke can only nod, letting his eyes drift to the floor.

“come by the house tomorrow afternoon. the boys are done training at one, don’t come before then. the twins usually nap around three so if you want to meet them, get there before then. this is going to be the only time that i even consider hearing what you have to say,” she says and he hangs onto every word, nodding along, “don’t mess it up.”

“i won’t.”

#hughes bros x angel #luke hughes #jess writes

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misshoneyimhome · 4 months

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Thank you for the blurb! I enjoyed reading it. Is it possible to explore his praise kink and orgasm denial with the inexperienced OC? Bonus points if they do in his childhood room or somewhere in Sweden? #SlutsforPresidentNylander

Always love a good blurb, but I also love writing out a story 😉 And naturally we can explore things further, darling 🤍

And Willy's childhood room in Sweden? Oh yes! 😍

[Anyway, I have no idea what the boys' schedule looked like when they were in Sweden - but hey, my story, my rules 😉 Just tried to have it make a little sense😅]

Warnings; 18+ smut; teasing/edging, fingering; unprotected sex; praise kink;

Word count: 3.9K

[Inexperienced!reader x Willy]

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Please note: I’ll try and stick to only posting on Tuesdays, Thursdays & Saturdays in order to help myself keep up with my schedule 🤍 thank you

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt ||| I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

"See you soon! Sleep well," you waved goodbye to the Swedish family after the Leafs had won the last Global Series hockey match against the Wilds.

And it hadn’t just been a win for the Leafs; your boyfriend, William Nylander, had scored the game-winning overtime goal in front of the Stockholm crowd and his entire family.

"See you tomorrow!"

And the night had been nothing short of brilliant.

You had had the fantastic chance to stand by William's side, cheering him on from the side lines as he experienced this unforgettable once in a lifetime moment.

And furthermore, William had been attracting more attention than ever. With the NHL buzzing about him and playing in his other hometown, he really made a name for himself. Not that he wasn't already well-known, but it seemed like things had cranked up a notch.

The talk show with Bianca and the Vogue photoshoot, especially, were something new. And you were nothing but proud of him. He handled it all effortlessly, like a natural.

Yet, he was worn out.

And as you both headed to the hotel room for the night, following a packed weekend of hockey games, meeting the Nylanders, and William constantly in the spotlight, you were both drained and flopped onto the bed immediately.

Hardly bothering with pyjamas, you just stripped off your clothes, tossing them aside, and snuggled under the covers.

"Hey," William then spoke softly in the dark, making you turn in his arms and gaze at him, barely able to discern his familiar features. "Are you okay, älskling?"

His Swedish pet name was something he'd started using during the trip, inspired by his father calling his mum by it. He found it cute, and it seemed to suit you perfectly.

"I'm great, Willy. Why do you ask?" you gave him a sweet smile, trying to convey it through the darkness with your soft tone of voice.

"Just want to make sure... you know, since I dragged you along, and we've hardly had any time together. I've just been working and feeling tired all the time..."

"Don't worry, I knew it would be like this – besides, I've managed to get a lot of work done, and now we can finally chill for a few days before heading back," you whispered gently, playing with his hair as he held you close.

"Yeah, and I'm just so glad you're here... you have no idea how much it means to me," he said, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

"Me too, Willy."

There was a brief moment of silence as you both rested and locked eyes, tenderly caressing each other. Then, William let out a deep sigh and a soft grunt.

“What’s wrong?” you chuckled, hearing William's peculiar sounds and unclear breaths.

“What… I'm just, relaxing…”

“Baby, I think you're more than relaxing…” you let out a soft laugh as you felt his finger slowly tracing the hem of your panties under the covers.

“Hmm, maybe…”

“Willy, you need to get some sleep,” you tried to keep him in check, although you secretly desired nothing more than to be touched by your man.

“I’m just a little horny,” he whined, but you both knew it was time to get some rest if you wanted any energy left.

“We can save it for tomorrow,” you gently suggested, earning another sigh from him.

“Great… now I’m hard,” William chuckled lightly, and you didn't doubt it as you softly pressed your thigh against his groin.

“You got a hard on from just that?”

“Yeah… What can I say, baby? You turn me on like nothing else - plus, I have so many ideas of what I’d like to do with you,” he murmured before placing a small kiss on your jawline, making one last attempt to sway you.

But you stayed resolute, mostly because you were genuinely tired, and having sex with William often required a certain level of energy.

“Babe, tomorrow, when we have more energy and can do it good,” you said, trying not to let out a soft moan as his lips softly pressed against your skin.

“Oh, you better be good, älskling… you’re giving me blue balls here,” he whispered dark and seductively, still playing with the hem of your underwear as he nipped the sensitive skin of your neck. “Let’s see how you’ll feel when I won’t give you what you want then.”

And with those husky words, William withdrew and turned to lie on his back. Fully aware of how he left you in an eager state of mind, his words sparking thoughts in your head. You couldn't wait for tomorrow now, yet exhaustion quickly took over, and you both drifted off to sleep.

As you both woke up to the chime of your alarm the next morning, you were still groggy and in desperate need of more sleep. Yet, despite the fatigue, there was an undeniable excitement about the day ahead.

It was one of those rare occasions when William had a full day off, and with all the media work already wrapped up, it was a much-needed break for both of you.

So, as you slipped out of the covers and headed to the bathroom, a smile graced your lips as you turned on the hot water. You let it cascade down your naked body, closing your eyes, and allowing the warmth to relax your mind and soul.

And just as you felt every tense muscle finding its peace, a voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Well, good morning, babe,” William's husky morning voice pulled you out of your relaxed state, and you opened your eyes to meet his with a broad grin.

“Morning… care to join?” you teased with a soft smirk, and you didn't need to convince him further as he quickly shed his boxers and joined you under the hot water.

William's hands then began to caress your body as he pressed his torso against your back, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. Meanwhile, his lips found your neck, placing soft butterfly kisses, and your mind returned to its blissful state as you closed your eyes again, resting your head against William’s broad chest.

It was gentle. His fingers trailed your smooth skin, gliding over your breasts and nipples before slowly moving further down. Down your tummy and past your belly button, where he then, as sly as ever, found the top of your sensitive area.

“Willy,” you murmured softly, a small plea for more, a sign of how good his touch felt. Even if it hadn't turned sexual yet, the sensual behaviour was slowly turning you on, and the gentle tease had you yearning for more.

You felt his fingertips gently gliding through your folds, sliding over your clit a few times before moving further down to tease the entirety of your entrance. Yet, it didn't go in. Nor did his finger linger when he circled your clit a few times, sending that familiar wave of pleasure through your body. But it was fleeting.

As you arched your back against William, a clear sign that you were desperately craving more, he didn't provide the touch needed to reach that intense peak.

“Willy, please,” you moaned, your hands uncertain, one reaching back to try to reach his neck, while the other desperately tried to hold onto his wrist, preventing him from moving away.

But your strength was no match for his. His strong arms held you close, and his hand did as he pleased - denying you the satisfaction you so desired.

You felt your legs trembling, slowly turning to jelly as your mind blurred with every teasing touch. Small cries escaped your lips, your brow furrowing as you approached the edge of an orgasm. Yet, just as you signalled that you were on the brink, William denied you the climax.

“Fuck,” you whimpered as William once again withdrew his fingers from where they could have easily brought you to an orgasm. “Please, Willy, please…”

But you felt his confident smirk against the crook of your neck, and as you tried once more to push yourself over the edge, your boyfriend withdrew his touch, leaving your body in a complete state of frustration.

“You didn’t like that, did you?” he chuckled into the back of your head, while you panted in disappointment, not having reached the climax you were so close to but yet so far.

“You’re a teasing devil, Nylander…” you breathed out heavily, turning your trembling body around to lock eyes with his, your hands finding his neck to support you against his body.

“I know… should've let me take care of you yesterday, huh?” he grinned, overly satisfied as his hands rested on your lower back, and his lips gently touched yours. “You should've been a good girl for me.”

“Hm, maybe I should have… how about we finish it now then?” you tried to look up at him and bat your eyes in your sweetest manner. But William had other plans.

“Not right now, älskling, we have to go soon.”

Although his hard cock spoke louder than his words, also in dire need of release, William chose not to take care of it. Instead, with a dark grin, he pulled away from you, leaving you feeling completely used and denied, utterly sexually frustrated.

And as you finished up the shower by yourself, you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

You knew William wasn’t just teasing you from last night. No, this enjoyment went beyond that.

As you had experienced from the very beginning of your relationship with William, he had shown you multiple ways to experience pleasure. From fingering you in the car on the way back to his condo, where he also denied you an orgasm, to later fucking you senseless on his dining table, he had a knack for playful teasing and savouring the anticipation.

It was simply one of his kinks.

The way he relished being in complete control, sexually frustrating you and leaving you desperate for more, turned him on to no end. So much so that he could restrain his own need for climax.

And as you got dressed and ready for the day, your cunt still pulsating in your panties as you exited the hotel, you headed to the car, took your usual seats, and William drove off to meet his family.

They had all planned to spend the day like a normal family, or as normal as a hockey-centric family could be.

But most importantly, you drove up to the family house just 50km outside of Stockholm, where you'd spend one night before heading back to your daily lives in Toronto, while the team had another day in the Swedish capital.

But before William would reunite with them in a few days, you had him by your side, and he did not leave it. With a firm hand on your thigh during the ride, teasingly making its way further up under your skirt before he pulled away, claiming he needed to "turn the wheel” - which you knew well enough he could manage with just one hand - and then it was back on your thigh.

He was a teasing master, and he revelled in it.

Upon arrival and reuniting with the family, you all gathered and spent the day in the best Nylander manner. Board games, food, hockey games - whether outside or on video - conversations, and more food. It was the perfect day, allowing you to get to know this side of William. There was not a moment during the day without laughter, and his grandmother? Probably the sweetest lady you'd ever met.

They were all incredibly sweet, making you feel like a part of the family already. Despite the language barrier, they did everything they could to make you feel comfortable and included.

And William was thrilled, his eyes constantly following your every move. The way you laughed along and participated in everything had him beyond excited. His family meant the world to him, and now you were a part of it.

Then, as the night slowly wore on, everyone found their respective rooms to spend the night. With the Nylander clan being rather extended, it was natural for them to share a big house.

Yet what truly left you in awe was when you stepped into the room where a young William Nylander had spent many summers - watching hockey, playing video games, probably masturbating to different kinds of porn, and now you were here with him.

“This is a nice room,” you commented with a soft smile, tracing your fingers over the shelf filled with medals and trophies from his younger hockey days.

“Just a typical guy’s room, I suppose,” he spoke softly, coming to hug you from behind. His lips quickly found your neck as he returned to his game, which he'd been playing all day, and you could almost feel his mischievous grin against your sensitive skin.

Once again, your body instinctively melted into his touch. It was like a reflex – leaning into him, desperately in need of more this time.

“Please, no more teasing,” you found yourself pleading, your tone whinier than intended. All day, he had been playing with you, his touches mere torture. Now, finally alone, he could give you what you craved.

Well, to some extent. His family was just down the hall, but the tingling in your body didn't give much thought to that in that particular moment.

“You want me to… touch you?” his dark voice echoed in your ear as his hand slid up under your skirt, teasingly rubbing you between your legs on the outside of your tights.

“Yes, Willy… I do,” you almost panted.

“Here? With my family around?”

“Yes…”

“Then you’ll have to be a good girl for me… can you be quiet?”

But you knew as well as him that a straight-up 'no' was the honest answer. Yet, the touch of his hand had you replying with the only answer that mattered.

“Yes… I can be quiet.”

With a wide grin, William turned you around in his arms. His lips crashed onto yours, his tongue hungrily exploring yours before pulling apart. Both of you gasped for air as you ran your hands under his shirt, showing him just how desperately you wanted him naked.

And swiftly, he gave you what you wanted.

After discarding his shirt and sweats, William turned his attention to you. He pulled your shirt over your head, snapped your bra open, and tossed it aside. Then, with his muscular arms wrapped around you, he effortlessly tossed you onto his medium-sized bed – slightly smaller than his huge king-size back in Toronto.

Leaning over your body, his mouth found yours once again, sharing a hungry and eager kiss, before he traced your jawline. William moaned seductively as he moved further down, massaging each of your breasts and sucking on your nipples one at a time.

Throughout the day, impatience had grown within you, and you arched your back, pressing your chest against his as William's mouth travelled further down your bare torso to the hem of your skirt.

“So needy, baby,” William murmured into your skin, glancing up at you as he snuck two fingers under the fabric. He then swiftly pulled down your skirt along with your tights and panties in one go.

“Yes… I need you,” you moaned softly, lying naked on the bed before him, your eyes locked with William's as he sat back on his knees and calves, gently stroking his growing member through his boxers.

“God… all the things I wanna do to you, baby…” he moaned softly, slightly surprised by how turned on you made him by just lying there in front of him.

“Touch me, Willy… please,” your soft cries were like sweet music to him. Though growing impatient himself, he still wanted to savour your body a little more first.

William then stuck two fingers in his mouth, coating them with his saliva before tracing them up your folds, earning small moans to escape your lips as he teased your sensitive flesh. Your hands found the sheets on each side of you as he then slowly eased his two digits inside your heat, his eyes still focused on yours as he felt the embrace and warmth of your walls.

“M-m-more…”

And as you kept pleading, William slowly increased his soft pumps, scissoring your insides as he gently stretched you, preparing your tight hole for his throbbing cock. It felt like another round of his teasing game, giving you a taste of pleasure but only enough for you to crave more. As you began to feel the familiar excitement build up and course through your body, you couldn’t help but grip tighter with your hands, your eyes shutting close as you pushed your hips against his hand. And your moans grew louder as the orgasm was just within reach.

A wide smile formed across William’s lips as he felt your walls pulsating, eager to reach the much-needed climax. He kept pumping his thick digits, his other thumb finding your clit as he knew he could bring you to the edge within shortly.

The circling of your little pea of nerves, coupled with his pumping fingers, brought you mere nanoseconds from your orgasm. Your breaths grew deep and heavy as you frowned your eyes, trying your best to focus on reaching that impending high.

“Yes, Willy…” you whimpered under his touch.

But just as you were about to let out a loud, satisfied moan, William denied you the intense orgasm. Instead, he retreated his fingers, hovering over you, and slapped a hand across your mouth, causing you to almost shout out in a disappointed cry.

“Shhh, baby,” William hushed you with an overly satisfied smirk. “Thought you'd be a good girl and be quiet.”

He knew you couldn’t stay completely silent as he fingered you, deliberately bringing you close to the edge only to deny what you desired most. A devilish game.

But, despite how much William enjoyed the teasing and denying, he also craved bringing you pleasure, satisfying your desires, and being the one to take you to that intense high.

And as you squirmed a little under him, he shifted his position, discarding his boxers and reaching down to find your damp knickers.

“Open up, baby,” you spoke darkly as he turned to hover over you once again. “We need to make sure you won’t wake everyone up.”

And you simply complied, opening your mouth for him to stick your underwear into, providing a makeshift gag for you to bite on and moan into.

It was rather hot, you thought. The way he looked at you intensely, contemplating how he'd fuck you and bring you both to climax.

Then, as you tried to flash him a sweet smile with the piece of fabric in your mouth, William's hard member found your entrance and pushed itself in.

In this moment, you were a little glad that you could let out moans, though the panties didn’t cover all the noise. Your fingers found William’s hair as his hips began rocking, finding a pace to stimulate your walls.

He felt so incredibly good inside you. His length filled you up completely as he thrusted, his pace quickening, and his force hardening with every pound. William had to grip down the sheets on each side of your head to hold himself back from moaning, feeling the climax build up.

And he struggled.

You were so tight around him, and though he had been the one teasing you and denying your orgasms, he too had become more and more turned on. And now he realised just how much he had been torturing himself as well.

With every thrust, he felt you clenching more around his cock, your small whimpers only stopped by the knickers in your mouth. Your hand shifted from his hair to his shoulders, where he could feel your nails digging into his skin.

It was all so intense. And he knew you were once again just about to reach your climax.

“Don’t come, baby,” he whispered in between the sound of his skin slapping against yours, causing your eyes to widen as you couldn't believe he was again telling you not to come. “I want you to come with me…”

And you knew you looked like nothing but a mess for him as you felt a tear running down your eye and your thighs trembling, your heels digging into the mattress as you tried to hold back.

Fortunately, William's own release was just about to peak.

“Yes, baby, you’re such a good girl,” he praised you darkly as his thrusts became so forceful that you were sure you'd be red and sore between your thighs later.

And finally, he spoke the magical words.

“Come with me…”

With a louder moan than intended, you cried out as you let the intense orgasm rush over and course through your body, your walls pulsating around William’s cock as he pumped a few more times and then shot his load into your depths. A deep groan escaped his mouth, though he tried his best to fight any loud noises.

But it was all too much for both of you to handle. Pearls of sweat formed on your bodies as friction created warmth between you, heavy breaths filling the room as William took out the piece of clothing from your mouth.

“Shit…” you panted as he lay on top of you, his arms still supporting him so he wouldn't collapse. And you felt yourself completely out of air and in a hazy state of mind.

“Yeah, baby… that was… amazing,” William breathed out as he slowly withdrew himself, repositioning back onto his knees and sweeping the sweat off his forehead.

Your body before him glistened in the dimmed light of the bedroom, and he couldn’t help but simply admire you.

It was incredible how you had started as this almost innocent, sweet girl, inexperienced in many areas involving sex. And here you were, his girlfriend, able to bring him to climax without even doing much. It had turned him on insanely how curious you'd been to explore things with him. And he couldn’t deny that the fact that you were his had blown his mind.

“Fuck, I’m dripping… I’ll be right back, älskling,” William whispered before making his way to the bathroom as discreetly as possible.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you regained control of your breath and calmed down from your high. As much as you hated William for denying you every potential orgasm for the entire day, you loved him equally for pushing the limits and testing you.

You had been curious for so long to explore new territories, and he had been nothing but patient and considerate. Always concerned about your needs and making sure you felt comfortable when trying new things.

And as William returned to the bedroom, he tossed you one of his t-shirts to sleep in. Then turning off the light, you tucked in under the covers and wrapped up for a cuddle.

“You were such a good girl for me,” he gently whispered, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Always am…” you chuckled lightly as your eyes locked with his in the dark, only the moonshine from outside peeking through the curtain.

“Yeah, you are…”

“Do you think I was quiet enough?” you then asked in a slightly nervous whisper.

“Definitely not, baby… but I just love you for it,” William chuckled in return before pulling you in for a tight hug.

“Shit… well, then I guess I really made an impression on your family.”

#18+#Inexperienced!reader x Willy #william nylander imagine #nhl smut #wn88 imagine #william nylander smut #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #SlutsforPresidentNylander

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therealcocoshady · 3 months

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Recovery - Chapter 5

Eminem x Reader (Y/N) fanfiction

Summary : Y/N spends the evening with Marshall after avoiding him for weeks.

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For the following weeks, you drowned yourself into your work in order to restrain from thinking about Simon or Marshall. The only people you saw were either at university, at home or at meetings. You were especially grateful for the latter, as you found yourself craving relief from either pills or alcohol. Thankfully, going to meetings and therapy kept you sane and you were able to fight the urge. You went to the studio once or twice, as Jamal invited you, but you sort of avoided Marshall. You saw him, but apart from greetings and small talk you didn’t go out of your way to have actual conversations and meaningful exchanges with him.

Thursday night came and, for the first time ever, you had the house to yourself. Jamal and Talia were celebrating their fifth anniversary by going on a dinner date. Your best friend was so worried for you that she almost cancelled their plans, much to her boyfriend’s dismay. Thankfully, you had convinced her to leave you alone in the house.

I’ll be fine, you said. You guys deserve a night out.

Are you going to be ok ? I’ll have my phone with me and you can call me if you need ! She said.

Babe, you’re worrying too much. She should be fine for a few hours, Jamal said rolling his eyes.

Yes ! You said. And I promise the house will be intact when you come back. I won’t set it on fire or anything, you added jokingly.

You sent them off to their date with a smile. Before closing the door, Jamal looked at you and pulled you in for a quick conversation.

Look, I know you’ll be fine, we trust you and shit, but you know you can also call Marshall if you need, right ? Actually, it might be cool if you did. He asked about you the other day. I think he misses you at the studio, he said with a wink.

Really ? You asked.

Yeah. He seems to really like you. I don’t think I have seen him like this with anyone else. And I’m not dumb, you know.

What do you mean ?

I know you like him.

What ? I don’t, you said with embarrassment.

Is there any other reason why you have avoided him like the plague these past three weeks ? Or any conversation about him ? Jamal asked with a grin.

It’s… complicated. Can we leave it at that ? You pleaded.

Look, it’s none of my business, but you like him and he cares a lot about you. It’s all I’m saying, he said before leaving.

You were kind of intrigued by what Jamal had told you. Had Marshall really asked about you ? If so, why hadn’t he called you directly ?

After giving it a lot of thought, you decided to text him.

To : M

Hey. How are you ?

You felt your phone buzzing almost immediately. It was him calling you.

Hey, he said. Are you alright ?

Yes, you said. How are you ?

I’m good.

There was a moment of awkward silence.

Am I bothering you ? You asked.

I’m the one who called you, he said with a chuckle.

Right, you said as you blushed in embarrassment.

I’m not busy anyway. I’m at home just chilling. Do you want to come over and hang out ? He offered.

Uh… sure. Text me the address and I’ll get a cab.

Will do.

He texted you his address and you quickly got ready. You kind of struggled to choose an outfit. You wanted it to send just the right message : “I made an effort because I want you to see what you missed the other night but I also don’t want you to think I am trying too hard”. After a careful examination of your entire closet, you put on a pair of skinny jeans that showed off your figure, a simple tee-shirt and your hoodie from Uni. You knew the jeans showcased your ass perfectly and, since he had already seen you topless, it was just the area to highlight.

You called a cab and got to his place. You’d never been here before. You found yourself in front of a mansion that was easily five times as big as your childhood home. You rang the doorbell and were greeted by Marshall who just got out of the shower, all dressed but his hair still wet. You were scared it would be awkward, seeing him for the first time in three weeks, but he greeted you in his usual way, by giving you a hug. Only, it felt a little different this time, probably because it was just the two of you, and you could remember the feeling of his skin against yours.

Thanks for coming, he said as he led you to the living room.

I’m happy to see you, you confessed.

Are you ? I’ll be honest, I kind of thought you were avoiding me, he said with a shrug. You were sort of… distant ?

I wasn’t sure you wanted to see me either. You haven’t called or visited Talia and Jamal like you usually do.

I was thinking you might need time to think.

“About what ?”, you almost asked. But you didn’t. You didn’t want to make things awkward.

I’m a bit better now, you told him.

Good. So… do you want to talk about last time or…?

Do you think we should ? You asked anxiously.

You weren’t sure there was a need to add anything. And you were sort of embarrassed at the memory that you jumped on him and he pushed you away.

I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, he said.

It’s fine, Marshall. We’re adults, you said.

So you understand why I pushed you away ? He asked carefully.

Look, you don’t like me like that, and that’s ok, you said. I acted on impulse. You were here, I was sad and hurt, I needed to change my mind, I was attracted to you and… well, you were here so you remember what came next…

I think you’re amazing, he rectified. I didn’t want to take advantage of whatever it is that you felt that night.

You looked at him, biting your lower lip. It’s true that, as horny as you were, you probably weren’t in your right mind. If anything further had happened between the two of you, it might have added to your confusion. You nodded.

Also, I’ve had time to think about it some more, he admitted. And I know for sure it would have been a bad idea anyway.

Yeah, maybe, you said, even though you felt a little disappointed.

I mean, I’m almost twice your age and you’re recovering, so…

Yeah, yeah, I know, you cut him.

Even though you knew he was right, you didn’t really want to hear it.

I’m glad we’re on the same page then, he said with a smile.

Again, I’m sorry. I didn’t want things to be weird. I just… you started.

I know. We’re cool, he assured you.

You stared at each other for a few seconds and chuckled. His smile helped you ease a little, although you couldn’t help but feel a tad disappointed. As right as his arguments were, you were having trouble getting the other night out of your head.

I was about to watch a movie when you called. Want to do that ? He offered.

Sure. What are we watching ?

I’m in the mood for something scary. Why don’t you pick ?

There’s one I haven’t been able to get through, you admitted. It’s « Us ». Have you seen it ?

Really ? You’re that much of a pussy ? He joked.

Shut up ! It’s really scary, ok ? I had to stop midway. It gave me nightmares.

I haven’t seen it, but now, you got me intrigued, he admitted. Come on.

He got up and waited for you to follow him. You were already in the living room in front of a massive TV. You were confused.

Aren’t we going to watch it here ?

No. It’ll be better in the home theater, on the big screen, he explained.

He led you to his movie room that had a big screen and huge couches. It could easily fit twenty people, with plenty of room to spare. The room was complete with a fridge and every couch had pillows and throws on it. Perks of having a lot of money, you guessed.

Drinks ? He offered while opening the fridge, which seemed to contain all the sorts of alcohol-free beverages you could think of.

Yeah, sure. I’ll have a Dr Pepper please.

You sat next to each other and started the movie. The room was pitch black and the only light was coming from the screen. Every scene seemed to startle you, which never failed to make Marshall laugh.

Come on !!! You can’t tell me that isn’t scary, you said.

I don’t have time to be scared, you’re shitting your pants for the both of us, he chuckled.

Shut up, you pouted.

One very scary scene came up and you spilled your soda all over yourself and Marshall.

Shit, I’m sorry

Relax, he said.

Your top was soaking wet and so were the tee-shirt underneath and your bra. Thankfully your jeans were intact.

Marshall got up and brought tee-shirts for the two of you to change.

Give me your clothes, I'll put them in the wash, he said.

You turned around and took your wet clothes off as he did the same. You put on the tee-shirt he gave you and turned back, only to see him shirtless, which made you blush. Thank god the room was still dark enough. He was staring at you intensely.

Are you alright ? You asked.

Yeah, he said as he bit his lip while quickly putting on a clean tee-shirt.

Had he been staring at your naked back ? You found yourself amused by the idea. You were also slightly aroused by the sight of him half naked, even though it was dark and you couldn’t see much. You knew you shouldn’t be thinking about him that way, but you couldn’t help it. You sat back and resumed the movie. Once again, you jumped at every scene.

Thank God you don’t have a drink anymore, my wardrobe wouldn’t be big enough to provide changes of clothes, he laughed.

Shut up, you said.

Quit the attitude, he playfully warned you. Or I’ll leave you alone to watch the movie.

Please don’t, you pleaded.

The only reason you kept watching is because you were with him. You were so scared you wouldn’t be able to watch it on your own. Especially in such a big house.

What is so scary anyway ? He asked. I mean, it’s kind of creepy but it’s not too bad.

There’s just something about the atmosphere you know ? You explained. Also, I once got lost in a fun fair when I was four and it reminds me of that time. I thought I’d never find my dad back. My mom had died a couple of years before and I… I thought I would never have a family again.It was super scary.

He nodded and put his arm around your shoulders.

Better ? He asked.

Mmmh, you nodded as you felt yourself blushing.

You rested your head on his shoulder and watched the rest of the movie.

God you move so much it’s impossible to focus, Marshall complained. I should tie you up or something.

You stared at him with your mouth slightly opened as you waited for him to realize what he had just said.

Not like that. Idiot, he rolled his eyes laughing.

Perv, you said playfully.

Don’t start, he warned you with a smile.

You bit your lip, knowing full well you could be bratty enough to indeed start. However, you decided to be reasonable and not to do anything.

We have about twenty minutes of movie left. You think you can sit still ? He asked with a grin.

You rolled your eyes and watched the screen as your only answer. Only you weren’t really watching. Your mind wandered and you thought of Marshall’s touch as his hand grazed your arm. His words came to mind. You wouldn’t be against him tying you… you gnawed on your lip. You were a horny mess. You had been for about three weeks now. You took a look at him, focused on the screen. It was hard not to stare at his face. His blue eyes, his nose, his perfect lips. You didn’t really believe in God, but if He did exist, Marshall was a fine specimen of His creation. You forced yourself to look at the screen but soon found yourself burying your face in Marshall’s neck as a screamer scene came on. He jumped a bit, probably more startled by you than the movie.

Pussy, he whispered before laughing.

You didn’t reply, your face still in his neck, but you still lifted your middle finger in his face. As a response, he firmly grabbed your wrist and put your hand down. He let out a sigh.

I’m gonna have to teach you some manners, Y/N, he scolded you.

You started it, you replied.

Still, you should learn how to respect your elders, he joked.

Ok grandpa, you whispered in his ear.

Fuck you, you brat.

You let out a laugh as the movie came to an end. You were still in Marshall’s arms and, even though you were glad the movie was over, you wanted the moment to last a bit longer.

So ? You liked the movie ? You asked.

I did enjoy the few parts I could focus on, he said with a smile. You know, when you weren’t ruining my clothes or jumping on me.

It was scary ! You defended yourself.

Some parts were kinda creepy, he admitted. But you’re worse than a kid with ADHD !

I’m not !

You are. And it’s the last time I’m ever watching a movie with you, he said with a laugh.

You pretended to pout as you crossed your arms to your chest. Marshall proceeded to ignore you as he got up to turn off the movie and turn on the lights.

Pouting won’t work, he said with a grin. Three kids, remember ?

You playfully rolled your eyes at his comment.

Behave, Y/N, he said.

Make me, old man.

Before you could move, he was pinning you to the couch, crushing you with his weight.

Now, you better apologize to me, he said with a smirk.

In your dreams, maybe, you replied.

He proceeded to put even more weight on you, crushing you even more. You could hardly breathe.

Marshall… you pleaded.

Apologize, he said playfully yet firmly.

You ignored his order as you tried to squirm from under him. He did his best to pin you down, grabbing your wrists in his hand and holding your arms over your head. It was not the desired effect but you found the situation extremely hot. To be fair, you didn’t need much. Without really meaning to, you let out a soft moan.

Y/N… Marshall groaned.

God, your name in his mouth sounded so hot. You looked at him with so much desire. He closed his eyes and maintained his firm grip on your wrists.

You’re a brat, he whispered in your ears.

That’s why you like me, you whispered back.

Fuck it, he said as his eyes darkened and his face moved closer to yours.

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem imagine #eminem fluff #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers headcanons

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thebellearchives · 9 months

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hi there, i'm new to your blog. would you consider fluff 18 for sukuna?

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘

~ ryomen sukuna ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : you’ve been stuck on a bad moment of your life for a while, thankfully someone comes along to break that monotony

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : fem!reader, non-curse!au, sukuna has his own body but is still described with yuuji’s physical appearance, slightly suggestive, fluff, consumption of alcohol, weapons (reader almost gets mugged)

‧₊˚ a / n : hi anon! i hope you’re still around 😭?! writer’s block’s been kicking my ass lately so i hope this didn’t turn out too bad (once again did not proofread) ): enjoy the reading ~

You told yourself over and over again: going through a rough patch in your life is normal. It will pass. But this one rough patch seemed to be turning into a particularly long one. Loneliness was the worst part, but you also knew you didn’t want to have anyone around either, so you started going out alone. Going to the movies alone, going to coffee shops alone, even started frequenting this one bar. It was a pretty establishment, fancy but not too much, people generally minded their own business and the music was just perfect, at a certain point you even wondered if they had been playing songs directly from your playlist. Nights at the bar were nice, sipping on your favourite drink and enjoying the music, nothing out of the ordinary ever happened… until it did.

Not like it was usual for you to get hung up on guys at first sight, but the sound of his voice on a thursday night set butterflies loose inside you. He was taller than you, a handsome smirk danced playfully on his lips, tattoos covered the visible skin of his arms as disappeared under a black shirt that stuck to him like a second skin. Curves of muscle decorated his torso and his arms, and he was talking to you. Dark crimson eyes staring right back at you, the smell of his cologne enticed you the moment you perceived it. Sparks between both of you were instantaneous. Confident, almost arrogant, flirtatious comments from him made of that night one you wouldn’t forget for the next years. So when it was time to leave you decided to not say much, kept your address a secret, leaving on your own and saying you might see each other again in a stupid attempt at keeping some kind of mystery.

“I’ll be looking forward to it sugar” he leaned back into the wall as he watched you leave with a smug smile.

And so you returned the next thursday, and once again you both ended up in the dark alleyway next to the bar’s back door. You left with tingling lips and teeth marks. And then the next thursday, those marks had started traveling lower, jaw, the crook of your neck, even your shoulders. The little affair had your head turning in circles, the way his strong arms held your melting figure so firmly, his intense irises making your body shake, that damn smirk of his that spiked your heart rate. So the next thursday your decided to let your fingers linger on top of his hands and pull him playfully away from your hiding place. You tried to lead him towards your apartment, the sweet taste of alcohol and his mouth lingering on your tongue. Unfortunately, it didn’t go as planned.

Something cold and pointy was placed against your lower back, almost piercing fabric and threatening to injure your skin. You almost swore all your drinks evaporated from your bloodstream in an instant, suddenly going cold and a chill running throughout you.

“Tough luck pretty girl, give me that purse of yours and i might think about letting you go unharmed” a voice came up from behind you, tour breath got stuck in your throat.

“What’d you say, scum?” the moment your lover came closer and the street lamp’s illuminated his figure the blade faltered, the man took a step back.

Sukuna pulled you out of the way by your arm and you quickly moved away to step behind him, your eyes finally meeting the stranger who had just tried to rob you. The tingling of the sharp dagger falling to the floor was followed by the dull thud of his chest hitting the wall, Sukuna held him there from his shirt, his shoes almost didn’t touch the ground.

“Wait! I didn’t- It wasn’t my intention to-”

“It wasn’t your intention to hurt her? Then what was that pathetic bad quality dagger doing pressed against her back, you lowlife?”

Your shocked eyes could only stare at the scene unfolding in front of you. Part of you wanted to stop him, fearing whatever could happen next if his anger kept rising, but another part of you demanded to see the man get the punishment he deserved. Thankfully you didn’t have to make a decision, because with a displeased expression on his face Sukuna relaxed the grip on his shirt until the robber was able to feel the floor underneath him once again, pupils blown and gasping for air.

“You’re lucky I don’t think the lady should watch this, but if i see you again…”

“You won’t! You won’t”

He didn’t add anything else, but swung the man from his shirt and tossed him towards the street. Stumbling, he struggled to stand on both his feet again, but quickly ran away, not looking back. Still shocked at everything that had just happened and with your heart pumping quicker than ever, you watched him run away, until Sukuna’s voice brought you back down to earth.

“Are you alright?” he walked up to you inquisitively, your eyes snapped back to his.

“Yes. Yeah I’m fine” with a sigh you walked up to him to bury yourself into his arms and chest, he held you there firmly “I’m fine thanks to you”

Sukuna held you close, one of his hands cradling your head and threading fingers into your hair.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I just… feel calmer when I'm with you”

#; fluffy belle #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #ryoumen sukuna #sukuna retomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #sukuna jjk

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justtwotired · 4 months

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Whispers of the night - Lloyd Garmadon x F!reader

Part 1 - previous - next

Your POV:

When I made my way downstairs for breakfast the next morning, I heard the voices of multiple people coming from the living room.

I walked inside and my eyes widened at the sight in front of me.

“Ah, look at that, she’s awake,” my father walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. “This is my eldest daughter Y/n, it’s her you will be protecting and looking after,” my dad said.

“Y/n, this is the geen ninja, he will be your body guard for multiple days in the week, things are becoming more serieus than we expected.” He explained and I nodded slightly in disbelief.

Malcolm and my mom where in the room aswel. I could see by the look in my mothers eyes that she had been crying.

“What about Ace?” I asked, looking at my dad. “Can he go to school again, now that Malcolm can be around to protect him?” I said and my father nodded.

“Yes, Ace is allowed to go to school again, I am afraid that he does have to be followed around, but I have my suspicions that Ace wouldn’t mind and actually find it rather cool,” he said and I chuckled slightly.

From what I could hear, Malcolm was going over my protection procedures with Greenie and I decided to sit next to my mom and take her hands in mine, hoping it brought some reassurance, she smiled at me and I gave her a warm smile back.

“What about work? Can I work again? We have to close on the Tuesday because I can’t be there,” I said and my father was silent for a moment, contemplating his answer.

“Fine,” he said and I was about to cheer when he turned around. “But only Tuesday,” he said and my face fell. “But on Thursday I work with Lu!” I complained and he gave me a stern look.

“That is my final answer, don’t go in discussion with me,” he said warningly and I grumbled but complied.

“I think it’s a good idea if we let you two get to know each other and make agreements about how you will proceed,” my mom looked at me and greenie.

My dad agreed with her and soon enough the two of us where alone in the room.

“How ironic,” he said and I gave him a look. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” I asked and he smirked at me trough the mask. “I know I am,” he winked.

“But honestly, we do need to talk about what the plan will be, Malcolm told me that he lets you be at school?” He asked and I nodded at him.

“Yes, he just chills in the teachers room and he drives me to school and back again.” I explained and the ninja nodded. “Alright, we’ll keep that up, I’ll leave you be at school and you push that scare button if something happens,” he said and I nodded in agreement.

“What about work?” He asked and I thought for a moment. “Well, I think it’ll be fine if you just stay in the back, I mean, I am there a lot aswel, the shop is rather small so it’ll be easy to find me, and yeah, I think it’ll work,” I shrugged and he nodded along.

“Alright, then that’s that, now I do have to say, whenever you are in public, let’s say with friends or maybe alone or whatever, I will be close to you at all times, the procedure has changed for that.” He explained and I thought for a moment.

“How does that work?” I asked a bit confused. “You see, if you are with friends, let’s say at the skatepark -you’re there a lot no?- then I will be just outside the gates of the skatepark and you will remain in my eyesight at all times,” he explained.

“Alright, I can work with that- but I have a question,” I said and met his eyes. “Shoot,” he said, I leaned forwards slightly as if the answer would come faster that way.

“How did my parents manage to contact you?” I asked. “Oh, yeah apparently your father knows our sensei, and if he didn’t, we actually have a phone number you can call in case of an emergency,” he explained as if he was expecting a complexer question.

“I see… does that mean my father knows your identity?” I asked and the green ninja was silent in thought for a moment. “I actually have no idea,” he admitted, making me chuckle.

“Wait but like- am I allowed to hang out with friends today?” I asked and he shrugged. “I don’t know, I’m your bodyguard, not your babysitter,” he said and I smiled at took my phone out of my back pocket.

“Great, I’m going to see if I can grab some breakfast with a friend- or well, yeah friend is fine,” I mumbled the last bit and his eyes narrowed slightly, but I didn’t think much of it.

I opened my phone and saw his number at the top of my contact list.

You

Hey blondie!

Wanna grab breakfast?

I looked at my screen, he always texted back within a minute, but for some reason, he didn’t do that now.

Not read either, so for all I knew he wasn’t ignoring me again.

“What’s wrong?” The green ninja got up and walked over. “You seem troubled.” He stated and I looked at my screen to see that Lloyd had been online around 3 AM last.

“Oh, my friend isn’t answering, he normally answers almost instantly,”’ I said a bit disappointed. “Give the boy some time, Princess, he’ll answer,” greenie waved his hand and I chuckled slightly and put my phone down.

“If he doesn’t answer I’ll probably call James, if he’s awake, that lazy bitch sleeps until twelve or so,” I said making the green ninja huff out a small laugh.

Suddenly my brother came running into the room, making both of us look up. There were stars in his eyes as he looked at the green ninja and he pointed at him, not able to form words.

Greenie pointed right back at him making Ace squeal in excitement. “N/n- n/n it’s the green ninja!” He said making me chuckle. “Yes, I can see that,” I said and he jumped up and down in excitement.

“Hey there, bud,” greenie said and a grin spread across Ace’s face. “Can I get your autograph?” He asked and the ninja chuckled slightly. “If you get me a pen and some paper, I will give you an autograph,” he promised and Ace bolted away.

“Sorry about that,” I apologised but the green ninja was obviously smiling through the mask. “Don’t worry about it, I love it when kids freak out at the sight of us, I appareantly have an autograph now, which I suddenly had to make up one time,” he admitted and I laughed.

Ace came running back in and shoved the pen and paper into greenies hands. He signed it, put Ace’s name under it and handed the notebook back.

“Holy shit-” he said making me scoff. “Language Ace!” But he just ignored me. “I have the autograph of the green ninja!” He jumped up and down once again.

“Why are you even protecting my sister? I am way more important than her!” He rolled his eyes making me give an offended noice. “You little gremlin!” I said and he laughed and stuck out his tongue at me.

“Well, at the moment, your sister needs it a little more,” greenie said and Ace grumbled before his attitude changed and he looked back at me.

“Is he your boyfriend?” He asked and my face became red. “Ace!” I said and greenie laughed. “Oh wait! You went on a date with that blonde boy, didn’t you? Didn’t you, Y/n?” He asked and I shook my head.

“Ace, please, go to your room, the green ninja and I have some important things to discuss,” I said and with some grumbled Ace left the room, probably off to raid the kitchen.

“Awe, why sent him away, I like him,” greenie said and I gave him a glare. “I would prefer it if he didn’t spill my entire non-existing diary too you in his excitement,” I said making him chuckle lightly.

It was silent for a moment, we didn’t have much to talk about, did we?

I just looked at my phone to see if Lloyd had replied, but he hadn’t read the message yet. Maybe he was at work?

“So, blonde boy, huh?” Greenie suddenly said and I looked up. “Uh, yeah,” I said before a smirk made its way to my face, “what, you jealous?” I asked and he huffed a small laugh.

“Maybe a bit,” he winked, making my heart rate quicken slightly, oh how I hoped he didn’t hear that.

“Mhm, gotta stop with the pet names now,” I said and he gave me a daring look. “As if,” he said cockily. “Your blonde boy can suck it up,” he said making me laugh.

“Do tell me, sweetheart, what’s his name?” He asked and I was about to reply before stoping myself.

“Well, this is awkward,” I said and he raised an eyebrow. “What?” He asked and chuckled a bit. “It’s uh, it’s Lloyd Garmadon,” I said and he let out a small laugh in disbelief.

“You’re going out with my arch enemies son?” He asked and I gave him a look. “Didn’t you turn Garmadon good again? Like multiple years ago?” I asked and he shrugged.

“Well, yeah, but still!” He said and I shook my head slightly. “You are such a drama queen,” I said making him laugh.

I shot another glance at my phone, still no reply. I let out a sigh of disappointment at this.

“Hey, is it alright if I go to the bathroom?” Greenie asked and I looked up. “Yes, of course,” I said. “It’s in the hall, the door on the left,” I said and he thanked me and stood up, leaving the room.

A minute later my phone buzzed and I immediately snatched it.

Blondie

Sounds good, only I’m really busy at the moment, sorry ):

You

Awe, now I have to go by myself ):

Blondie

Hey, don’t you make me feel bad

You

So lonely :<

Blondie

You’re going to make me cry

You

As if

Blondie

Currently crying :(

You

Sounds like it ain’t my problem I gotta grab breakfast alone now

Blondie

Damn, you’re mean

Maybe I might not show up for that date if you act like this

You

Wait nooooo

I’m sorry >:

Blondie

Forgiven

I’ll talk to you later, I have to go now

You

See you<3

I sent it and immediately regretted the heart. I pulled my legs up to my chest and banged my head against my knees slightly.

Alright, that was stupid, you just had your first date, no time for hearts yet.

It suddenly felt like your knees changed and looked up to see greenie had put his hand in the way.

“What are you doing?” He asked and I let myself fall back in the chair.

“I am scolding myself for being stupid,” I said and he gave me a look. “Did you steal skittles again?” He asked and I glared at him.

“Are you ever going to let that go?” I asked and he grinned. “Never,”

“Well, blondie can’t hang out with me, so I’ll be calling James in the hopes he’s awake,” I said and then dialed his number, putting the phone on speaker like I always did out of habit.

The phone rang for a few seconds before it was picked up.

“Hm, who’s this?” A tired voice sounded. “James, get your lazy ass out of bed, we’re going to get breakfast,” I said and he let out a dry chuckle.

“If you’re going to talk to me like that I ain’t coming,” he said and I rolled my eyes. “You just woke up because I called, didn’t you?” I asked and he mumbled something inaudible.

I looked at the green ninja, hoping he caught that with his great hearing and stuff. “He says you’re an annoying alarm clock,” he said making me let out an offended noice.

“Excuse you, Jamie, I am not annoying, I am just your very lonely best friend that needs attention.” I said and when he spoke again he sounded a lot more awake.

“Who’s with you?” He asked confused. “What? Why?” I asked, also a bit confused now.

“I don’t recognise his voice,” he sounded protective making me laugh. “No worries, it’s my new bodyguard,” I said.

“What, is Malcolm not enough anymore?” He asked and I shrugged, even though he couldn’t see. “Appareantly not,” I answered.

“Go get breakfast with your bodyguard, N/n, I’m to tired for this crap,” I heard him fall back on his bed and I sighed. “Well I don’t think it’s your normal everyday occurrence to just go and grab some breakfast with the green ninja,” I said and I heard him bold right up again.

“Excuse me?” He then asked for a video call making me laugh and accept. I saw his bed head, his hair was everywhere and there was actual drool visible on his chin.

“You look horrible,” I said and he mocked me in a childish voice. “Show me, I don’t believe you when you say the green ninja is your bodyguard,” he said and I chuckled, looking up at greenie who came to stand next to me and bend down to look at the screen.

“Hello there,” he said and James let out a screech. Greenie seemed surprised, I didn’t, this was actually quite normal.

“Holy shit! Why? Did your life get threatened this time?” James asked and I shrugged. “I don’t know, my dad just decided to invite this fucker into our home, not aware he once got mad at me because of a bag of skittles!” I bit at him and he gave me a look.

“You stole them!” He said and I rolled my eyes. “It was one bag!” I said and scoffed. “You are going to be a pain in the arse to look after aren’t you?” He asked and I grinned.

“I am happy you caught up.”

After calming down James, we hung up and I decided to just grab some food at home and take a walk in the park, meeting my friends later in the afternoon.

“Wait, but what if something happens and you need to leave?” I asked and he shrugged. “Probably won’t happen, except if something really big happened but I don’t expect that,” he said and I thought for a bit.

“But like- don’t you also have smaller missions?” Is asked and he nodded. “Yes, and I am currently on said mission and that is to protect you, I can’t get called on for another mission when I am already on one,” he said and I did the math in my head for a moment before understanding.

“Ohh, yes, alright I get it,” I grinned and he looked down at me with smiling eyes. It’s only then that I noticed how tall this guy actually was, making me actually stop in my tracks.

“Why are you so tall?” I asked and he chuckled. “You only just noticed I am taller then you?” He asked and I shook my head. “I noticed it that one time when you- you kind of pushed me against a wall, but I never thought about it any further.” I said and I saw his face become red.

“When did I push you against a wall?” He asked and I was at a loss for words for a moment when I realised how that sounded. “When like- when I stole the skittles, got caught me and you pushed me against a wall!” I said and poked a finger into his chest.

“You pushed me into a wall because of a bag if skittles!” I said in a confrontational voice making him chuckle slightly. “Sorry about that, Princess,” he said making me pull back my hand.

“What didn’t tell you about the nicknames?” I folded my arms and he tilted his head to the side. “That you have a boyfriend now and that I can’t call you that anymore?” He asked and I scoffed.

“Lloyd is not my boyfriend!” I said and he grinned at me. “Better not, you know, I am a way better choice than Lloyd Garmadon-” he started and I cut him off.

“Oh, shut it Greenie!” I said and he grinned down at me. “What, am I not?” He asked and I rolled my eyes.

“First off, don’t make me compare you and Lloyd, second off, big difference is that I’ve actually seen his face,” I said and he huffed.

“What does that have to do with anything?” He actually seemed quite offended. “Also, I bet I am way more handsome than him,” he said and I huffed an amused laugh.

“Yeah, sure,” I said and he bend down slightly, our faces a bit closer now. “Did you just insinuate you think Lloyd is handsome?” He asked and I rolled my eyes.

“He is! So what? Lloyd is actually, perfect boyfriend material,” I pointed out and greenie gave me an amused look.

“Oh? Tell me, why is he ‘perfect boyfriend material’ because I bet I can live up to it,” he said cockily and I scoffed.

“First off, he is actually really kind and funny, when he laughs he has a dimple on his right cheek, if he does something wrong -which only happened once- he apologises with chocolate and is actually genuinely sorry, he texts back immediately, except for today and that one time, he has beautiful eyes- and hair, of course, like it is so soft, also, he is just genuinely kind, like not fake kind you know?” I looked at the green ninja who was actually speechless for a moment as he looked at me.

“I also have green eyes,” he said and I groaned as he laughed at me. “I’m kidding, sweetheart, just know that if he does something wrong, you may always call me,” he said and I grinned a bit.

That night, as I laid in bed, I decided to on texting Lloyd.

Greenie was stationed outside my bedroom door, he had his nights of on Mondays, Wednesday and Thursdays, then Malcolm would take over. I had stated how that is unfair because he needed to sleep to, but he had promised that these where normally his patrol nights, so it was normal for him.

Altough I still didn’t agree, there was nothing I could do about it.

You

Blondieee

Are you up?

Blondie

I am

Why are you up??

You

Can’t sleep, kind of a crazy day

Blondie

What happened?

Got kidnapped??

I chuckled slightly at his joking around and texted back.

You

Not yet

Sadly

But I did get a new bodyguard.

Blondie

Ohh

Is he hotter than me?

You

I don’t know actually

But probably not ;)

Blondie

Are you flirting with me, L/n?

How do you not know??

You

Hey! You flirt with me all the time, let me aswel

But he’s actually a ninja, I can’t know his identity apparently

Blondie

Damn, as I said before, rich rich

Which one do you have?

Would be ironic if it was the green one

You

Well it was mostly because my dad knows their- whatever it is, boss??

And I do in fact have the green ninja…

Why is that ironic?

Blondie

Are you actually asking that question?

You

Ohhh, right, the evil dad thing

Blondie

Don’t call it the evil dad thing

You

What else do you want me to call it??

Blondie

Idk

You choose

You

Evil dad thing it is

Blondie

You’re insufferable

You

I know <:

Wanna hang out?

Blondie

Are you taking your bodyguard ninja with you? Maybe not a good idea??

Are you even allowed to leave the house at this time?

You

Obviously not to all the questions

Sneaking out is an art and I can do it perfectly

Blondie

What? No, don’t you sneak out

It’s dangerous!

Y/n??

You

Too late, I’m already opening my window.

I’ll see you in the park?

Blondie

No, you won’t see me in the park, I won’t be there and neither will you

N/n?

Ffs

I ran across the lawn with a grin and suddenly felt two arms wrap around my waist. I was about to attack my attacker but was met with a familiar voice.

“What do you think you are doing?” He put me down and I looked around. “Testing your reaction time?” I tried, he did not look amused… he looked angry even.

“Are you crazy? You can’t try to sneak out! If I didn’t realise you had snuck away, what could’ve happened? What if it had not been me that caught you?” He narrowed his eyes and I blinked at him.

“Well, you had a very useful catching method, I would probably have broken their neck, but had they done it differently, then yeah, probably death.” I shrugged and he sucked in a sharp breathe of annoyance.

“We are going back right now, what were you even planning to do?” He asked, holding my upper arm and excorting me back to the mansion.

When I was back in my room, I sat grumbling on my bed and opened my phone.

You

Plan failed

I can’t seem to meet you in the park

Blondie

Thank God

You idiot, what were you even thinking? Something could’ve happened!

You

Now you sound like greenie

Blondie

He caught you?

You

Sure did, that is one strong fucker

Blondie

Do not say it like that, that sounds weird

You

Lloyd you dirty minded ass😭

Blondie

Oh come one, had I sent it like that you would’ve thought the same!

You

Yeah probably.

Anyway, I will sleep now, I am pretty tired after that run

Blondie

Good thing you where caught then

Sleep well<3

I squealed at the heart and immediately sent a message back.

You

Night Lloyd<3

Lloyd POV

I sent the last text and heard her squeal on the other side of the door, making me smile lightly.

If she hadn’t directly told me she was running, I’d just have heard the window open, but I think it was good I had the heads up because she is one fast runner.

I will not let anything happen to her, even though she might actually let something happen to her, I am here to prevent that and protect her.

Her talking like that in the park only made me fall for her harder then I already had and I wondered how long it would take until she managed to find out about me and Lloyd being the same person.

#ninjago lloyd x reader #lloyd garmadon x reader #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon #ninjago x reader #ninjago city #Ninjago #ninjago nya #ninjago kai #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #ninjago jay #lego ninjago

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seraphinitegames · 1 year

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The Wayhaven Chronicles—Update 25/Nov/2022

As some of you may have seen...THE BASE WRITING FOR BOOK THREE IS COMPLETE!!!

Aahhhh!!!

I'm still intensely buzzed about that if you couldn't tell, hehe! :D

I finished it way earlier than I expected on Wednesday, so I did take Thursday for myself because I was pretty exhausted (slept nearly 11 hours that night, lol!).

And having that rest was good because now comes to the intense part of really knuckling down to get everything done before submission!

I'll be starting with adding in some edits I already know need to go in, then doing the quick testing bugs. After I've done all that, I will be reading through the entire script (don't get to play it quite yet)—including coding—to pick up any errors in there as well as rewriting and adding any extra bits as I go. So that's a lot of reading considering it's well over 900,000 words!

There was one line I already edited in for one of N’s scenes that gave me serious chills! N is only comfortable enough with one other vampire to make the admission they do in that particular BFF scene, so it should be interesting to see who finds that…

Then is the fun and intense part of playtesting...over and over and over and over... :D

But I'm already seriously eager to get that first full playthrough in of the whole game as a complete story!!

As I go, I will be sending off chapters to the sensitivity readers and getting it up together for more editing. Then it'll move onto the beta testers!

Also, the poll for the Winter/Christmas Patreon Scenarios finished yesterday so I can reveal the results of the top 4 that I will be writing in December:

Ice skating

Stuck in the snow (with a whopping 40% of the votes)

Winter stargazing

Gingerbread House Decorating Competition

I'm not sure which love interest will be getting what scenario yet, but I do know for sure that Adam/Ava will be getting the Gingerbread Decorating Competition because there's no way I can resist having fun with their competitive streak for that, hehe! :D

So yeah, it's a busy time ahead!

It's really crunch time now, guys!!

Hope you all have an amazing weekend! We’ll be offline as usual, so I’ll update you all again next Friday <3

...I'm getting SO EXCITED!!!

#the wayhaven chronicles #interactive fiction #update #progress report #patreon #book three

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geoulz · 1 year

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sweet serial killer | PJM.

killer!jimin x f!reader

warnings - dark themes such a murder, smut, unprotected sex, degrading, praising, breeding, slapping, choking, hybristophilia

a/n: i haven’t written in so long but this took me literally forever to write help 💀

The missing posters became a familiar sight for your small town. No matter which corner you turned on, or street you took. There was always a white sheet stapled onto something with the same red words printed on it, just different faces. The faces were always similar to one another, meaning that all of them were girls in their early adulthood to late 20s. You just weren’t expecting to be met with the face of one of your most popular schoolmates on one of these posters when you’d walked inside of school today. Bodies gathered around the few posters that hung, each whispering to one another. You’d spotted out your best friend jisoo in one of the crowds and made your way towards her.

“is safiya actually gone?” You questioned towards the black haired girl as you added onto the many voices around you, her head shaking in disapproval.

“definitely not, this is just some joke someones decided to make up.” Her sarcastic answer only filled the pit of anxiety in your stomach.

You chewed on your bottom lip before speaking again. “i feel bad for her family — i mean for her too yes but, her mom is probably devastated.” You rambled. “have they even gotten any leads on who’s doing this?”

Jisoo shrugged her shoulders. “can’t be too hard for them. there’s one serial killer in this town after like a million years and there’s maybe four thousand living here. as police i’d assume they’ve dealt with harder.”

“so it’s suddenly easy to catch a killer?”

“not easy no, but not as difficult if we were in a larger populated area. i mean there’s no way the killer left zero finger prints on the dozens of weapons they’re leaving around.”

You barley nodded your head before taking out your phone, snapping a picture of the number on the bottom of the paper, just as an attempt to soothe the nervousness you’re currently feeling from all of this. You went to speak before feeling a pair of hands grasp onto your shoulders, quickly jolting back and turning from the sudden touch.

“woah, someones on edge.” the caramel blonde haired boy said before sharing a cheeky smile as he chuckled.

You placed your hand onto your chest, inhaling a deep breath of oxygen. “don’t scare me like that, tae.”

“awh don’t mind her, she’s just scared that the killers gonna get her next.” Jisoo giggled as she teased you.

“the killers not that far in this town, you said it yourself!” You answered defensively.

Taehyung scoffed. “well you’re safe with us, sweetheart. now who’s down to go skating tonight?” He pulled out three tickets from his back pocket, displaying them in the air.

“hell yeah! we haven’t been in forever.” Jisoo agreed. Are they serious right now?

“yeah sounds fun and all but i’d like to live to pass finals on thursday.” You crossed your arms as you stared at the two of them like they were idiots.

“don’t be a wussyyyy” Jisoo dragged your name out as she leaned her head back.

“exactly, when was the last time we all went out together hmmm?” Taehyung waved the tickets around in his hand.

You stood there quiet for a moment, only being able to recall the time you jisoo and taehyung went to a party together back in secondary high. However that was a disaster that none of you liked to talk about.

“fine whatever — sure i’ll go. but we aren’t staying there long. like at all. You agreed, once again defeated. I guess those were the cons of having ambitious friends.

“yay! so we’ll all meet there ok? ok! now we’re gonna be late if we don’t get going.” Jisoo took hold of one of your hands as she began to walk to the first class you both shared, using your free hand to wave bye to taehyung as you all departed.

The weather had gotten colder than it was this morning. Chills began to grow on your revealed thighs as the wind blew. You held your skirt down before quickly entering the skating rink, letting out a sigh of relief as the warmth from the heat inside hit you. The sight of taehyung and jisoo appeared from the corner of your eye, sprinting over to them.

“there she is, almost thought you bailed on us.” Taehyung was holding a cherry slushee in his hand, which has stained his lips a soft red. “want a sip?” He held the medium sized cup out to you.

You nodded before grabbing the cup from him, watching as you swished around the red liquid with the straw.

“eww don’t drink after him, who knows what diseases he has.” Jisoo partly joked.

Taehyung rolled his eyes before turning his attention to her “not any more than you do.” You giggled to yourself at their bickering.

“that’s alright, i’ll go grab another one.” Not sure if they even heard you or not over their own voices. You walked over to the concessions stand where few workers in blue hats stood behind. Just to your luck, there weren’t any straws left placed next to the napkins. You’d looked under the dispensers to see if any sealed straw had rolled under it, only to be left with the sight of the marbled counter.

“need one?” A dark, unfamiliar voice called out to you. You looked up from your frantic wondering to be met with the sight of a man with blonde silverish hair, staring you down with deep piercing orbs that were rimmed with a messy sheer black eyeshadow. You were like a deer in headlights, not sure if you should be focusing on his intimidating stare, or his plump lips that were speaking your way, hell not even the question he had just asked you. Of course you’d seen quite a few attractive men before, but god does he take the fucking cake on that one.

“uhm — i’m sorry what did you — do i need what?” was all that came to your mind in the moment.

“a straw, that’s what you were looking for right?” He spoke once again, his tone not shifting nor changing even though you were visible flustered. He healed out a paper straw as he waited for you to take it from his fingers.

“oh right yeah, thanks.” You quickly took the straw from the man, ripping the paper off before placing it into the slushee taehyung had handed you not too long ago.

“how did you know?” His brows furrowed to your question. You noticed this, deciding to make your dumb sounding words sound slightly more put together.

“that i needed one.” Using your pointer finger to point down to the drink where the straw was now placed.

“saw you over here looking around, then saw the straws were empty. i had one sitting next to me and thought i’d help you out.” He answered as he played with the many rings that wrapped around his fingers.

You awkwardly nodded as you carefully observed the visible veins that webbed up his arms.

“whats your name? don’t think i’ve seen you ‘round here.” He looked up from his hand, interrupting your daydreaming.

You blinked a couple of times before blurting your name out. “and you’re?” You took a sip from the slushee as you waited.

“jimin. and you have a little..” He pointed to the corner of his own mouth to show a bit of the slushee had smudged onto yours.

Slight embarrassment rushed through you as you used your middle finger to wipe where jimin had pointed, which went unsuccessful. A light, sly smirk grew on jimins face before helping you out, using his own fingers to wipe away the excess.

“all better.” You softly traced your fingers over where jimin’s once were a second ago. Before you could even let out a thank you, jisoo was rolling over to you with her skates already on, yours in hand.

“quit talking to — “ She eyed the tall man up and down before speaking again. “very attractive men — and put these on.” She placed the skates in your arms. Jisoo quickly took your place, easily too. She always had a gift when it came to talking to guys, so it probably was better she was going for him rather than you. Or at least that’s what you told yourself as you slid your shoes off replacing them with roller skates.

The rest of the night you didn’t see jisoo, nor did you see jimin. You were left skating with taehyung, which you couldn’t complain about. The both of you always had fun when it was the two of you no matter where you were. Though the nights question were all filled with the possible “what ifs”regarding jisoo, taehyung just assured you that she was fine and probably getting lucky with straw guy.

With sore legs and heavy eyes, walking into your house felt like punishment. You’d noticed a small note on the small round table your mother had left to you which read, “late night shift again. dinner in fridge so heat up if hungry. & lock the doors!!! love u.” A small crooked heart was drawn next to the words she’d written. You set your bags down next to the note before weakly walking up the stairs to your bedroom. Yawning, you slid todays clothes off of your body. You opened the first drawer of your wooden dresser and pulled out a pair of short shorts and a tanktop, getting all dolled up before bed. The bright moon peaked through the blinds of your window as a reminder of the night. You wish you didn’t focus so long on the damn sky, maybe then would you not be in this situation now.

A pair of large, rough hands covered your mouth. Immense panic and fear slapped you in the face. You tried to scream, you really did, but all that came out was a muffled mess of noises. No matter how hard you fought to get this figure off of you, you couldn’t. You were completely overpowered.

“shhh i know i know baby.” His sweet words in such a sweet tone meant nothing to you. Hot tears began to stream down your face as you squirmed in his arms. Sobs still muffled by his hands.

“ ‘m gonna let go and you’re not gonna make a sound understand?” You’re squirming quickly stopped as you nodded frantically. His hands slowly left your mouth as you stood there frozen. “run. scream. fight.” Your thoughts race back and forth repeatedly before it hits you. “you forgot to lock the doors.”

The man turned you around to face him, being met with that same piercing stare from earlier tonight.

“jimin?” Your voice doesn’t sound like your own when you finally speak out.

“missed those pretty eyes.” He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear before wiping your cheeks dry.

“i—is it you?” You ask again, not feeling the need to put context to this question.

He smirked once again, this time maliciously. With his reaction your question seemed pretty obvious. It’s been him behind all the murders, all the missing posters, just this one man has brought so much harm to your town.

“jisoo — where is jisoo” Your tears began to flow again at the thought of her alone with him.

“wanna know what i did with her? where her body is?” Nothing could’ve prepared you to hear these words, your sobs came out louder than you expected — if you had the control to be expecting anything. A harsh slap met your cheek as you jolted.

“didn’t i tell you not to make a fucking noise?” He grabbed you by your throat, pulling you closer to him.

“ ‘m sorry ‘m so sorry” You cried out. “dont — mm don’t hurt me please!”

“look at me.” He demanded, and you obeyed looking up at him with glassy doe eyes. If his looks could kill you’d sure as shit be dead by now. You felt disgusted with yourself for being so vulnerable with him, even more so when you realized you liked it. You liked how much control he had over you right now.

“poor thing, just want me to take pity on you hm? want me to spare you?” Not sure if you should give an answer to this or not, you just nodded. I mean you didn’t want your mother to come home from work, just to find her daughters dead body gruesomely slaughtered by this maniac.

You eyes wondered down his body, trying to get a description of his clothing. It was the exact same as when you’d seen him, except now he was wearing a long black trench coat. The outline of his hard cock was visible through his jeans. He clearly got some sort of sick sexual thrill from all of this, and so were you.

He’d taken notice of where your eyes were now fixated. “how pathetic. i could be slitting your throat right now and you’re looking at my dick?”

“nonono i wasn’t” Liar.

“mhm you were. get on your knees.” He didn’t really leave you much room to do this on your own as he pushed your head down, unbuckling his belt. You already had the unzipping part down as his cock sprung out in front of your face, pink tip already leaking with precum.

You wasted no time in putting the tip of his dick in your mouth, but he wanted none of that. He grabbed your head and moved you down balls deep. You gagged with his back and forth, in and out motions.

“that’s it, such a good girl for me aren’t you.” Tears pricked your eyes as his pace sped up, mumbling nothing but vibrations onto his dick. He slid out of your throat briefly and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“tell me what you want.”

You felt sick with the words about to come from your mouth, but the stickiness in between your thighs spoke otherwise.

“mm — want you to fuck me”

Just with that he already had you standing up before bending you over on the bed, ass arched and ready for him. He slid your shorts off with just one of his finger. You already knew those shorts were completely ruined from your own fluids.

“pathetic little thing’s already so worked up for me.” He traced his fingers down from your clit all the way to your hole before slapping your ass with his other free hand, causing you to flinch.

His hands grabbed the sides of your hips before entering you. The feeling of his dick stretching you out caused you to gasp. He began thrusting himself into you even deeper than he just was. You could feel the tip of his dick hitting your g-spot with each thrust.

Jimin let out a deep groan before grabbing you by your hair, leaning down as his lips were right on your ear.

“tell me how good it feels to get fucked by a killer. by someone soo dangerous.”

“f— hah! — feels so good jimin!” You pleaded. His title of “killer” and “dangerous” only made you clench around his dick even more.

“such a fuckin’ slut yknow that? wanna get fucked by the first dick available no matter what.” His hand made its way back to your throat again, veins popping out more than before as he choked you.

The orgasm building in the pit of your stomach was becoming more and more unbearable. His groans and filthy nothings filling your ears were adding onto him roughly fucking into you like you were nothing but a sex object. A hole he could use anytime he wanted, and leave you with nothing.

“ ‘m gonna cum” You mustered out through clenched teeth.

“that’s it angel, cum around my dick. want you to fuckin’ milk me.”

That was all it took before waves of pure ecstasy filled you. The noises coming from your mouth almost sounded animalistic. It didn’t take long for his thrusts to make a complete stop inside of you, pumping your pussy with all of his cum like it was his reward for turning such a sweet, scared girl into a desperate slut for him.

“you did so good for me angel. gonna clean you all up now.” He spoke through panted breaths as he placed a kiss on your forehead from behind. All you could do was nod, completely drained from your orgasm.

#jimin smut #park jimin #jiminbts #jiminie #bts jimin #bts smut #bts #bts x reader #bts fanfic #jimin fanfic #jiminshiii #kpop smut #smut #kpop

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ladyfogg · 2 years

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Hands-On Experience

Fic Summary: You’ve been bartending at The Hideout for months now, more than a little interested in the guitarist from Corroded Coffin. When you finally get a chance to talk to Eddie, he’s too cute to let get away and you suggest having some fun together. Eddie Munson Oneshots Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

Pairing: Inexperienced Eddie Munson/Experienced Female Reader (Reader is over 18)

Warnings: Language, Canon Divergent, Fingering, Oral (Male & Female Receiving), Safe Sex, Sex in Eddie’s Van because of reasons.

A/N: This is my contribution to Eddie Munson Appreciation Week. Enjoy!

You love bartending at The Hideout. It’s one of the easiest jobs you’ve ever had. Unless it’s Friday or Saturday night, things are pretty chill. Coming from a big city to someplace like Hawkins has its benefits. A job that you don’t have to break a sweat over and still get good pay plus tips? Priceless.

Thursday nights quickly become your favorite.

The crowd is non-existent, only the same five or six drunkards who come every day. But the music, that’s what you like.

Okay, maybe not the music per se, but the band.

Alright, not the whole band, just the guitarist.

He’s so fucking pretty. You’re not usually one to call a guy pretty but there’s no other word to describe him. His smile, his big brown eyes, the excitement he has when he gets on the stage is infectious. You can tell he loves music and he plays like a beast. You’ve seen enough bands in your time to recognize talent and he has it.

You ask around, trying to learn more about him. When you hear that he’s in high school you automatically ignore your attraction. Then you learn he was held back twice and is over eighteen, and you breathe a sigh of relief. After that, you keep staring with appreciation. He doesn’t notice at first. Honestly, he’s so into the music he doesn’t seem to notice much once he’s on stage.

One night, he catches your eye when they finish their set and his mouth splits into a grin. You smirk back giving him a blatant once over, then going about your business.

After that, he hangs around a lot more. First, it’s by the stage with his bandmates, all of them still riding the high of performing even though there aren’t many people in the crowd. Eventually, they move closer to the bar. Well, Eddie does.

It's a couple of weeks later when you finally have a conversation with him.

You’re too busy settling up a tab with a customer to notice at first. When you turn to put the money in the cash register, those brown eyes are staring right at you.

“Hi,” Eddie says, propping his chin on his fist as he leans on the counter.

“Hey, yourself,” you say, slipping the money away and closing the drawer.

“I’m Eddie.”

“I know.”

His grin widens. “And your name is…” he trails off, practically batting his eyelashes. You chuckle, telling him your name. He says it back and you love the way his voice wraps around the word. “I like it.”

“Me too. So what can I do for you, Eddie?”

“A beer would be great.”

“Cool. Let’s see some ID.”

“Orrr…you can pretend you saw my ID.”

Ballsy. Normally you have zero tolerance for people trying to get a drink out of you when they’re under the drinking age. For some reason, it’s different with Eddie. Maybe it’s those puppy dog eyes or his full lips that haven’t stopped smiling at you.

Damn, he really does have nice lips. They’re red and plump, begging to be kissed.

You can’t believe you’re actually considering. “That’s a pretty bold request so brownie points for that,” you say, resting both hands on the counter and giving him your full attention. “What’s in it for me?”

“What do you want?”

“What are you offering?”

Eddie bites his lip which is such a coincidence because you were thinking of doing the same thing. You wonder what he’d do if you did. If you two kissed and you took that bottom lip and rolled it between your teeth. He’d probably moan. He seems like a moaner.

“Well, how about, at our next show, I’ll dedicate a song to you?” Eddie suggests.

You laugh, you can’t help it. Not only is his offer super adorable, there is a slight naivety there that you aren’t expecting. Most musicians you’ve come across would have instantly suggested something sexual. You’d been outright flirting, more than ready to consider hooking up with him. Yet, that didn’t seem to be where his brain went. Or if it did, he’s playing coy.

“Tempting,” you say. “Very tempting, but a song for an illegal drink isn’t exactly a fair trade when my job is on the line. If you think of something else, let me know.”

And with that, you throw him a wink and turn away to get back to work. You can feel his eyes on you, watching you walk and you make sure you sway your hips a little, trying to give him a hint.

The two of you fall into a routine.

Every Thursday after the show, Eddie inevitably saunters up to the counter and tries to get a free drink out of you. Sometimes he has an offer, like the time he said he’ll write a song about you. Other times, he’s more interested in conversation, seemingily determined to make you laugh. You enjoy every minute, waiting for him to take it a step further. He never does. And it’s not because he’s not interested. He very clearly is.

You start to get the sense that this isn’t something he’s used to doing. Which, if you’re honest, makes him even more endearing. You’re perfectly happy matching his flirty attitude, learning bits and pieces about him each time. His bandmates are typically unimpressed with his flirting and always end up dragging him away after a time since he has to drive them and their equipment home.

Finally, after the fourth or fifth Thursday, you realize you’re going to have to take matters into your own hands.

The following Thursday, you watch Corroded Coffin take the stage. Tonight there are actually a few people in the audience which means it’s busy for a Thursday. Eddie catches your eye and grins as he plays the first chord. After that, it’s like he can’t take his eyes off you. Usually, when he plays, he’s completely focused on the music and his band’s little bubble on the stage. Tonight is different, tonight there’s this energy about him that you haven’t seen yet. His looks are heated, filled with longing and promise. You know yourself and the low heat building in your belly can only mean one thing.

You’re going to fuck Eddie Munson tonight.

With that decided, you go about your shift as usual. Every time you glance at the stage, he’s staring right at you. It makes you feel like he hasn’t looked away.

Perfect.

This time, once they finish playing, his bandmates scatter into the crowd to talk to the few friends who came to see the show.

Eddie comes up to the counter and leans on it, per usual, waiting for you to finish what you’re doing before grabbing your attention. With a smile, you copy his stance, bringing your face very close to his. “Yes, Eddie?”

This close, you can see a blush start to form across his cheeks and those brown eyes shamelessly flit between your eyes and mouth. “Saw you watching me while I was on stage.”

“I always watch you on stage. It’s about time you noticed.”

“Decided to give me that drink yet?”

“I would but there’s one thing you haven’t offered.”

“Oh, really? What’s that, sweetheart?”

You act like you’re going to kiss him but at the last second, you lean further to the right so that you can whisper in his ear. “How about, you take me into that van of yours, and we have some fun?”

You can feel him exhale excitedly and hear how he swallows and clears his throat. “That’s…uh…yeah. Yeah, definitely. Seems like a fair trade.”

“Oh, I’m still not giving you a drink. But we’ll see how things go after.”

You pull back and the look on his face is priceless. Those wide eyes are somehow even wider and there’s an adorable smile playing on his lips. The same lips you’ve been hopelessly thinking about over the last month or so. Is it finally going to happen? Are you going to have a chance to kiss that smirk away?

“What time do you get off?” he asks.

“That’s entirely up to you, Eddie.”

You can see the flush spread, watch as the tips of his ears turn bright red. His foot starts to bounce, making his whole body twitch. You can’t tell if it’s from excitement or nerves. Probably a combination of the two.

"What time are you done with work?” he amends, his tongue darting out to swipe at his lips.

“In about an hour.”

“Meet you in the parking lot?”

“Can’t wait.”

You pull away, leaving him standing there, red-faced and breathing heavy. Your night just got a million times better. You expect him to hang around, however, shortly after your conversation, you catch him rounding his bandmates up in a flurry that’s equally charming and comical. Normally, they’re the ones to urge him along so it’s entertaining to watch the opposite happen. He literally pulls one of them away mid-conversation and you can hear him above the crowd going, “We have to FUCKING go! Get your shit so I can take you home!”

Laughing to yourself, you imagine him throwing his friends and their stuff into his van and gunning it so he can drop them off in time to get back to you.

Knowing it’s going to take him a bit, you’re in no rush and move slowly through the rest of your shift. Not many people hang around once the live music is done so you leave the task of closing up to the other bartender. When you finally grab your jacket and head outside, most of the parking lot is empty.

You don’t drive to work. Your apartment isn’t far and to save money you prefer walking. So when Eddie’s van comes careening around the corner, tires squealing as he slams on the brakes, you’re still there, leaning casually against the side of the building, watching him in amusement.

He puts the van in park and gets out, rushing around to the passenger side so he can open the door for you with a deep bow. “After you,” he says.

“Did you let your friends get out on their own or did you throw them from the car?” you tease, climbing in.

“They’re lucky I even stopped,” he says. You laugh and he slams the door, jogging around the front of the van to get back to the driver’s seat. He grins at you when he does. “Where to?”

There’s no way you’re taking him home. Not yet at least. As much as you’ve gotten to know him, he’s still a relative stranger. “There’s a little park up the road,” you say, leaning back. “Nice, quiet…secluded.”

“Say no more.”

Eddie peels out of the parking lot. You have the windows rolled down and enjoy the cool breeze whipping through. After being in a stuffy club for hours, you welcome the fresh air. The radio’s on, Iron Maiden blasting from the speakers as Eddie drums his hands along to the beat. You can sense his excitement, and apprehension. You start to wonder if the drumming is actually to the music or a nervous tic. He keeps glancing at you, smiling as if he’s amazed you’re sitting there next to him. However, there isn’t much conversation.

When he turns down the road to the park, he lowers the radio. “Anywhere in particular?” he asks.

“Yeah, just keep following the road until it forks. If you go left there should be some privacy.”

Eventually, he finds a spot where the trees can obscure you guys from view and he parks the van. Once he turns off the ignition, you’re met with silence. “So…” he says, leaning back in his seat. He turns to look at you. “What did you—?”

You don’t let him finish. You’ve already undone your seatbelt and spring into action. You yank on his leather jacket, tugging him into a kiss.

You can feel his body tense for a moment as shock takes hold. A second later, he’s relaxing and kissing you back, his hand cupping your cheek to draw you in closer. His mouth opens instantly and you find his tongue jabbing passed your lips in his excitement. Eager for more, you straddle him right then and there, your fingers dragging through his wavy hair.

Eddie lets out a noise of surprise, almost a whimper, and it makes you feral. The things you want to do to this guy. It’s been weeks of flirting and build-up, all leading to this very moment. You can feel his dick through his tight jeans and you grind down onto it, moaning against his mouth when the friction sends tendrils of desire to your core.

Drawing back to catch his breath, Eddie is already panting, staring at you in wonder. “Shit, that feels good,” he groans, his hands falling to your ass. He squeezes hard before holding you in place, stopping your grinding. “Can we just…” He swallows and nearly gasps for his next breath. “Just…um, slow down for a second?”

You pause, breathing heavily though not quite as out of breath as he is. Your mind races with everything you want to do to him. Yet, you can sense his hesitation. His nervousness hasn’t gone away and it makes you worried.

“Everything okay?” you ask. “Sorry, I thought you wanted—”

“I do, I do!” he says hurriedly, nodding his head in his excitement. “It’s just…shit, sorry, it’s all really intense, and I…” He trails off.

“Eddie, are you a virgin?” You haven’t considered he might be even though he’s only a year or two younger than you are. It would not bother you, either way, however if he is, you’d want to do something a little more special for him than riding his dick in the front seat of his van.

Eddie laughs nervously and even in the darkness, you can see the flush returning to his cheeks. “No, no I’m not,” he says. “But I haven’t…it’s only been a couple of times and they definitely weren’t like you.”

“Like me?”

“Hot, like really smoking hot,” Eddie says bluntly. “And apparently really eager to jump me. I mean, obviously, they were into it, didn’t mean to sound like a creep. Shit, now I’m babbling and you’re looking at me weird…fuck, I’m fucking this up, aren’t I?”

You can’t help it. You laugh at his adorable mutterings, your body relaxing as you pump the brakes on your raging libido. “You’re not fucking anything up,” you assure him, pushing his hair back from his face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so intense right out the gate. If you want me to get off—”

“No!” Eddie clutches you in place as you start to shift. “I mean, yes I want you to get off but not in the way you meant.”

Laughing again, you settle on his lap and slide your arms around his neck. “Take it slower?”

Eddie nods excitedly. “Yeah, yeah slower…for now.”

Happy to oblige, you lean in and steal another kiss. This one is the complete opposite of the one before, almost chaste by comparison. It starts with a simple press of lips, both of you getting acquainted with the other. As time slips by, you open your mouth, darting your tongue out to lightly brush Eddie’s before teasingly drawing back. He follows, licking the inside of your mouth, groaning when you finally let your tongue glide along his.

He’s rock hard between your legs and the rough fabric of your jeans presses into your clothed clit. You let out a low moan and Eddie cups your face again with one hand as his arm wraps your waist.

When you break to catch your breath, you two stay close, gazing into each other’s eyes. “Better?” you ask, breathless.

Eddie grins and nods. “Way better.”

“How far do you want this to go?”

“All the way. God do I want to fuck you.”

You kiss him, unable to stop yourself. Hearing that he’s inexperienced has stirred something inside you that you aren’t expecting. Your desire to take care of him is now competing with the desire to fuck his brains out. Until they merge into an amalgam of the two.

“Tell me, Eddie,” you say between kisses. You let those kisses travel down his cheek to his throat. He sucks in a breath when you do and you can feel him shudder beneath you. “What’s something you haven’t done yet that you’ve been dying to do?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Can I…can I go down on you?” You pause in surprise, drawing back to look him in the eye. “Is that…is that too much to ask? Is it a weird thing to ask right away? You know what, it’s fine, forget I said anything. I totally get it, we don’t have to—”

You press your finger to his lips. “You don’t need to backtrack, you just took me by surprise. Usually, guys want a blow job.”

“Well, I mean, I’m interested in that too. Haven’t had one before,” he says. “But I really really want to get my mouth on you.”

Fuck that’s hot. Here you are, making out and dry humping him, willing to help him experience a thing or two and the first thing he wants is to make you feel good? Eddie Munson needs to be careful or you may just keep him after this.

“That is the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me,” you say.

His cute grin returns. “So is that a yes?”

“Munson, that’s a hell yes.”

You slot your mouth over his, cradling his face in your hands to keep him right where you want him. He kisses back excitedly, instantly opening his mouth to let your tongue go exploring. You’re acutely aware that the front seat is no longer an option for what you two are planning. Thankfully he has a wide open space in the back.

It’s Eddie’s turn to drag his lips down to your throat, nipping, licking, and kissing the area until he finds a spot that sends a shudder through your body. Excitedly, he latches onto it, sucking greedily, almost too hard yet staying on the pleasurable side.

“Maybe we should move this into the back,” you gasp when his other hand comes up to wrap around your throat, firmly holding you in place like he’s a vampire desperate for his next meal.

“One second.”

You realize that he’s trying to mark you, trying to leave a hickey behind. And you’re more than happy to let him. What started as a night to relieve some stress and have fun is quickly turning into something else, something more significant.

“Easy,” you groan, fingers burying into his hair again. “Use your lips more and be careful with your teeth.”

Instantly, he responds and it rips a loud moan out of you. Shit, you’re already so wet you can feel it soaking through your panties. When Eddie’s satisfied, he draws back to appraise his work. “Not bad,” he deems, running his fingertips across the tingling spot. “We’ll have to see how it looks tomorrow.”

Oh, wow, he’s already in that mindset. Yeah, this is definitely going to be something more.

And, honestly, you’re totally okay with that.

Giving him one more quick kiss, you slide from his body and into the bed of the van. He must have stopped by his home or something because his equipment is nowhere to be found. In fact, you smile as you see a few pillows and blankets haphazardly thrown about. Alright, that’s fucking adorable. Eddie Munson keeps checking off boxes you didn’t even know you had. He takes a second to collect himself before he follows you.

By then, you’ve kicked off your shoes and socks, and shrugged out of your jacket, piling all of them into the corner. Watching his lanky body slide into the back makes you chuckle. You lean on your elbows and watch him, taking in his features for the thousandth time. God, he really is a pretty man. Such a metalhead and yet so fucking pretty you want to stare at him for hours. Which, honestly, is what you’ve been doing ever since you first saw him on stage.

Eddie shrugs out of his leather jacket, leaving him in a black tank top with the words Corroded Coffin drawn across the front in white. He crawls over you, mouth eagerly searching for yours. The two of you meet, the radiating heat palpable. You’re glad he’s left the windows down because the cool breeze brings relief as well as the smell of the trees and grass. Everything outside the van is silent and it feels like you and Eddie are the only two people in the world.

As far as you’re concerned, you are.

Eddie draws back, his fingers tweaking the button of your jeans. “Can I—?”

“Absolutely.”

He kisses you excitedly, his fingers tugging until the button comes free. You lift your hips to help as he drags them down. He breaks the kiss to pull them off, chucking them into the corner with the rest of your stuff. You’re sitting there in your black t-shirt and black cotton panties. Faint moonlight filters into the van, giving you a better view of Eddie’s face.

His eyes are locked onto the spot between your legs, staring shamelessly.

You decide to give him a hand, and a show, slipping your thumbs under the hem of your panties and pulling them down. When you lift your knees, Eddie takes over, sliding them the rest of the way. They fall from his fingers when you slowly spread your legs.

“Holy shit,” he groans, hands coming to rest on your thighs. “You’ll tell me if I do something wrong, right?”

You can feel the anxiety coming off him and you sit up, cupping his cheek. “Hey, look at me. It’s just you and me here. You don’t have to get into your head about this, don’t worry about right or wrong. Use your mouth and I’ll let you know what feels good.”

He kisses you and you feel the tension melt from his body. Part of you is a little annoyed at his previous partners. Did they not take their time with him, make sure he’s had some goddamn foreplay? Or was he too excited to be with someone that he jumped right in? Either way, you’re determined to make this good for him. You lay back down, fisting his shirt to bring him with you.

Eddie settles his weight onto your body, kissing the life out of you as his hand travels. He cups your tit through your shirt and you hum in appreciation, your own hands doing some exploring of their own. You find the hem of his tank top and slide under it, reveling in the hard muscles of his back. He breaks the kiss and moves down your body, pausing where your shirt has lifted to place hot kisses across your exposed stomach.

Anticipation builds and you settle into one of the pillows, your hands weaving their way into Eddie’s hair. You don’t know what it is about that crazy mop that makes you want to keep running your hands through it or grab fistfuls and tugging. You’ll decide when you see where the night takes you.

Eddie lays the softest of kisses on your thighs, one hand stroking the tender flesh. You feel his thumb gently glide through your wetness and you suck in an excited breath. He does it again, a little firmer before his thumb wanders upward and presses to your clit. It makes you gasp, your body rocking from the sudden pleasure. The next thing you know, his mouth is on you and his tongue is soothing the over-sensitive nub. The sudden switch turns your body to jelly and you melt underneath him.

His mouth is aimless for a few moments as he moves from there to your slit, tonguing and testing, getting himself acquainted with your taste. Vibrations from his moan make your heart rate spike and your legs fall open further. His tentative licks become bold swipes, falling into a somewhat steady rhythm. You glance down and his eyes are closed. Fuck the way he’s moving his mouth and the little wrinkle between his eyebrows is killing you. It looks like he’s savoring it, losing himself in the task. That tongue returns to circle your clit and you moan loudly, your thighs snapping closed to trap him in-between them.

Eddie’s left hand wraps around your thigh, the cool metal from his rings searing into your heated flesh. You can feel his tongue circle your hole, either teasing or working up the courage to venture further. You lift your hips in encouragement, desperately needing to clench around something. Eddie, sweet Eddie, gets the hint loud and clear and slips his tongue inside you.

Your moan is louder this time and your hands clench, tugging on his hair. “Yes, Eddie,” you moan. “Just like that.”

Spurred on by your encouragement, he starts to slide his tongue in and out. His right hand reaches around your thigh so that his thumb can give your swollen nub constant attention. You’re fucking gone.

How? How is this his first time doing this? It can’t be. He’s way too good, too quick, and responsive. You know he has zero reason to lie to you and obviously, you’re taking his word for it. Still. The man has skills, that’s for sure. Your eyes fall close and you lose yourself to the pleasure. A thin sheen of sweat is already coating your body, making you wrestle your t-shirt off in your impatience. You’re moaning and writhing constantly now, and when his hand disappears, you whimper at the loss, dragging your eyes open to see what the fuck is going on.

Brown eyes stare up at you from between your thighs, wide with wonder and dark with passion. Eddie pulls back to suck in a breath and you can see the slick glistening from those plump lips. “Shit you taste amazing,” he moans, leaning down for a quick lick. “I didn’t…fuck, I didn’t expect it to be like this.”

You open your mouth to speak but then he’s sliding his finger into you and you dissolve into a series of moans and whimpers.

You’re so fucking turned on it hurts. All the blood has rushed south and none is left in your brain. Eddie groans and his mouth falls back to your clit, sucking greedily as he fingers you. He’s harsh, unpracticed, yet it still feels so fucking good. He adds a second finger, pumping them roughly in and out of your aching core. Your hands run through his hair, petting him in encouragement.

“Leave…shit…leave them in,” you tell him. “Leave them deep…yes, yes like that. Just…fuck…just wiggle them.”

Eddie does as you say, burying his fingers in as far as they can go and it’s so goddamn good you know you’re going to cum. Your orgasm is approaching fast and your hips are in a constant state of motion, lost between grinding against his face and his hand.

You don’t even get a chance to warn him. The next thing you know, you’re cuming hard. Definitely harder than you’re expecting. Your body clamps down around Eddie’s fingers and your thighs hold him in place, leaving him no choice but to keep tasting you through your orgasm. Which he happily does.

Seconds later, you’re limp and panting beneath him as he lifts his head, this time with a huge fucking grin. “Good?” he pants.

“Fuck, Eddie!”

Eddie groans and gives you a few more licks. “Fuck is right. Shit, I’ve never felt a woman cum like that. I’ve never been able to taste a woman cuming.”

“I call bullshit.”

Eddie’s grin softens and his eyebrows draw together. “What do you mean?”

You force yourself onto your elbows so you can look him in the eye. “There is no fucking way that was your first time going down on someone.”

The grin is back and he wags his eyebrows. “So you’re saying I’m a natural?”

“I’m saying, take your pants off because I need to return the favor right now.”

His reaction is priceless. He scrambles to do as you say, rising onto his knees. His head almost hits the roof of the van in his excitement but he manages to duck at the last second. Body still trembling, you sit up to help. His belt is tossed away and he’s barely managed to unbutton his jeans before you’re lifting his shirt, trailing your lips down the dark happy trail you know you’re going to become obsessed with.

Eddie groans, pushing his jeans down and then sitting back. He kicks out of his sneakers and manages to wiggle his socks off. You’re eye to eye with him now and can smell yourself on him. It makes you dive forward into a kiss, attacking those lips you’ve been admiring for so long. He kisses back eagerly, whimpering in the back of his throat as you nip at him.

“Do you want to know a fun fact?” you ask, mouth still pressed to his as you work his underwear down over his hips.

“What’s that?”

“The shade of a man’s lips are almost exactly the same shade as the head of his dick,” you say, drawing back yet leaving your forehead pressed to his so you can look into those beautiful brown eyes. “Which means every time I’ve been staring at your lips I’ve had a pretty good picture of what your dick looks like.”

As if to drive home your statement, you look down. Sure enough, your gaze takes in the swollen red head of his dick. Your body clenches in excitement, desperate to take him in and squeeze the life out of him.

Eddie swears, watching you hungrily stare at his dick. “Do you…holy shit, do you do that often?”

You look back up at him with a smirk. “All the time.”

He kisses you and you give him a few firm strokes. The way he twitches and pulses in your hand makes you feel powerful, desirable. When you break the kiss, it’s to gently push Eddie onto his back, making sure he’s comfortably spread out underneath you. The visual is going to be burned into your memories for decades. Eddie with his hand tucked behind his head, staring at you with excitement, his black tank top riding up, showing off that delicious happy trail that leads to his gorgeous dick, framed with dark curls. Seeing him hard and needy makes your mouth water.

A voice in your head reminds you it’s his first blow job, which is the only thing that stops you from sucking him down the base in one go. You kiss away the drop of precum, letting your tongue dart out to lick a teasing circle. He swears and his hips automatically jerk up, seeking more. You wrap your lips around his red tip and suck gently, letting your tongue do all the work to start. You want to warm him up, get him used to the sensation.

Eddie moans, allowing his head to fall back as he surrenders to the pleasure. None of that nervous energy is here anymore. It’s replaced with excitement and raw desire. You can tell by his urgently rolling hips.

That’s what is drawing you to Eddie, what’s making your mind a hazy mess in the cramped bed of his van. He’s completely transparent, not laying there trying to act tough or cool by hiding his emotions. Nah. You don’t have to guess if he’s liking it or you don’t have to guess what he wants next. If he’s not outright telling you words, he’s doing it with his body, showing you in the way he keeps thrusting up, or how he fists the blanket under his hand.

“More,” he moans. “Please, more. I…fuck…I can take it.”

You bet he can. Which is great because you’re getting greedy. Now that you finally have your mouth around him, you need it as much as he does. You work your mouth a little, first taking the head of his dick, then doing more, taking more in, until you’ve set a smooth up and down rhythm. Each time you go down further, suck harder, press your tongue along the underside of his dick. Your hand follows your mouth with firm strokes, alternating between a tight and loose grip to see which pulls the strongest reaction out of him.

Turns out he prefers tight.

Eddie is a babbling mess. “Shit, holy shit, your mouth feels so fucking good,” he moans. “God damn, this is amazing. God damn. Fuck!”

You pull off to catch your breath, still stroking as you smirk up at him. “Tell me how you really feel, Munson,” you tease.

Eddie doesn’t miss a beat. “I’m so fucking turned on it hurts. It’s taking all of my fucking willpower not to fuck that fucking mouth of yours. I can’t tell if you’re an angel sent to take care of me or the devil sent to destroy me.”

“Sweetheart,” you say, squeezing harder. “I’m both.” You swipe at the head of his dick with your tongue. “Feel free to grab my head. You won’t hurt me. I won’t choke on your dick…unless you want me to.”

Eddie swears. “Jesus H. Christ, you’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

“No, just suck your brains out through your dick.”

You take him into your mouth once more, as far as you can until he hits that back of your throat. He says your name, hands flying down to grab your head. His hips jerk up and you do gag for a second. But it quickly passes and you let him keep doing it, until he’s fucking your mouth like you know he’s been dying to. The only thing stopping him from going faster is that his underwear and jeans aren’t all the way off. You can tell that they’re constricting his legs, hear the way he shuffles them in the fabric. He huffs in annoyance.

After a quick pause to free him from his clothed prison, you get right back to it.

Now things really start to heat up. He’s coated in spit and precum, making every thrust into your mouth slick and easy. His whole body is in a constant state of movement, between his gyrating hips, grabby hands, and mouth chanting your name. Fuck his thickness is going to feel so fucking good when you finally take him into your cunt. You reach down to cup his balls, squeezing and massaging them while sucking hard on his pulsing shaft.

“S-Stop,” Eddie suddenly says with urgency. “Stop, stop!”

Immediately, you pull off and break all contact. “Are you okay?” you pant, your heart racing though now it’s from fear and worry than excitement.

Eddie pushes himself up on his hands, his arms shaking. “Y-Yeah sorry, it was just…I was going to cum.”

You relax and smile. “Dear god, Eddie, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry!”

“It’s fine,” you resume, now jerking him off. “You can cum in my mouth. I want you to.”

Eddie groans and desperation. “Fuck, I want to. Trust me, I do. But I want to fuck you more and if I cum right this second I’m going to be fucking useless for the rest of the night.”

Laughing and still breathless, you sit up and stretch your tense back. “Works for me.”

Eddie struggles to sit up but once he does, he draws you close to kiss you. You sigh into the kiss, holding his face in your hands as your tongues dance together wildly. Your body is still humming, still wanting more even after his amazing oral display. Eddie draws back and looks down, as if noticing for the first time that your shirt is gone. He slides his hands up your back to unhook your bra and watches as you take it off.

Making a noise that sounds like a strangled moan, he bends his head, taking one of your stiff nipples into his mouth. He grabs at your tit roughly, sucking greedily at the same time and sending liquid heat down to your aching cunt.

“Do you have condoms?” you ask, voice breathless with need.

Eddie draws back and nods excitedly. “Yeah, in my wallet.”

You break apart so you can find them while he gets rid of his tank top. The wallet is in his back pocket, poking out as if it too is ready for more. You pull out a condom. When you look back at Eddie, he’s staring at your body, his hand making light trails up and down your side. You admire him right back, seeing him completely naked for the first time.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says. “I still can’t believe you’re here with me.”

“Well believe it. And if you play your cards right, maybe I’ll invite you to stay at my place tonight.”

His eyes light up and he bites his bottom lip. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

Eddie kisses you hungrily and you grapple with each other, eager to feel skin on skin. He lays you onto the pillows, and when he does you can feel his dick twitching against your thigh. Drawing back, he takes the condom from your hand and you watch him rip off the foil wrapper and toss it carelessly to the side. He rolls the condom onto his dick, giving himself a few strokes while he stares hungrily at you. He rises up to kneel between your legs.

“Take your time,” you tell him. “We’re not in any rush. We can go as slow as you need.”

“I think I’m done with going slow.”

Shit, how does that phrase sound hot?? It shouldn’t be! But when Eddie says it, standing there with his hard dick jutting out towards you and his bedroom eyes, you lose all your senses. Suddenly, he grabs your thighs and uses them to yank you towards him, while simultaneously pressing your knees into your chest.

Your heels slam against the roof in surprise and then, he’s pushing into you and fucking hell this is the best god damn thing you’ve ever felt.

Even as turned on as you are it’s a stretch. A delicious, torturous stretch that rips a gasp out of you. It’s like something inside of Eddie snaps when he hears the sound. With hands placed on either side of your waist, he starts to fuck you, hard, barely giving you a chance to get used to him, absolutely drills himself into your willing body, going from zero to one hundred in the blink of an eye.

The van shakes from the force. Your tits bounce and you desperately reach up to try to find something to grab, something to keep you anchored but there isn’t anything. Your hands slide uselessly across the carpeted floor until they hit the wall. It’s solid enough, it’ll do. You press your palms to it and all you can do is lay there and take it, take Eddie’s pounding while your feet dig into the metal roof.

And do you ever want to fucking take it from him.

Your body is consumed by the hot lava of desire that Eddie suddenly fucks into you. He’s staring at your face the entire time, taking you in, tongue poking out between his lips in deep concentration. What’s he thinking when he sees you this way? You don’t know. His words have stopped as his entire focus is drawn to the way your cunt feels. His guitar pick dangles from his neck and you want to grab onto it, so you do, using it to pull him into a harsh kiss. It throws off his momentum while he hungrily accepts, but then he’s right back to it a moment later.

For a moment, you worry, thinking he’s going too hard, too fast to be able to last. However, seconds turn to minutes and his pace doesn’t let up in the slightest. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. How can he fuck you this hard for this long?

His hooded eyes never leave your face, those plush lips parted as he pants. His gaze has switched from awe to unfiltered hunger. This isn’t the Eddie who stared up at you in wonder from the front seat. No, this is Eddie unhinged. And you love every fucking second of it.

Your knees start to cramp and as fucking spectacular and deep as this is, you can’t let him have all the fun.

You lower your legs and push yourself up, breaking his rhythm and knocking him onto his ass. His back hits the front seat and you don’t give him any time to react. You scramble onto him and your hand digs into the faded leather as you impale yourself on his dick. If he doesn’t want to take it slow anymore, you’ll show him what going fast means.

You ride him. Harder than you normally ride a one-night stand, harder than you would ride someone with as little experience as Eddie has.

Something tells you he can take it. Maybe it’s the groan that’s ripped out of him or the way his hands grab at your ass, metal rings pressing into your flesh. Mostly it’s the way his hips shoot up to meet yours. One arm suddenly wraps around your waist and he yanks you close so he can take your nipple into his mouth.

The van rocks and groans along with you and outside, the quiet of the park is broken by the sounds of skin on skin, moans of pleasure, and your wet arousal. Eddie is moaning constantly, his mouth switching from one tit to the other before he throws his head back.

“Fuck, holy fucking shit,” he warns, his chest heaving. “I’m not going to…shit, I’m not going to last much longer.”

You barely can focus on what he’s saying, your eyes drawn to his chest. You can see his chest tattoos now, something you hadn’t noticed earlier in your excitement and the low light. His eyes stray down and you realize he’s staring at the place where your bodies connect, watching you grind desperately on his lap. Shit, he’s so fucking excited, so eager to watch what’s happening. Seeing his expression squeezes your heart, threatening to crush it within your chest.

You don’t stand a chance.

You yank on his hair to get his attention, needing to feel that mouth on yours. His kisses are sloppy and wonderful, everything you want from him in that moment. When he draws back, the moonlight hits his face. “Close,” he moans. “Babe, I’m close.”

“Are you going to cum for me?” you pant, greedily soaking in his appearance. His bangs are stuck to his sweaty forehead and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. You catch it before he can pull it back in, sucking greedily on it and making him gasp.

“Yes, fuck yes, I am,” he responds while taking your harsh kisses. You finally get to sink your teeth into his bottom lip and his hips jerk up a final time. “SHIT! FUCK! I’M CUMING.”

His entire body rocks with the force of his release and he yanks your hips down, keeping himself buried all the way as he grinds himself into you. A second later, his hand is between you both, thumb rubbing your clit a little too hard.

It doesn’t matter. It’s more than enough.

You cum and this time, you’re doing the grinding, trying to keep him in place even as he starts to get soft. You ride out the waves of pleasure, milking him for all you can until you collapse against his chest, sweating and panting.

Eddie’s arms are like a vice around your waist. He nuzzles your cheek, places kisses on your throat, and purrs like the most satisfied cat in the world. “Fuck that was everything I wanted it to be.”

You’re too spent to say anything at first, perfectly content to lay there while he starts to rub your back. Eventually, you withdraw from his chest, seeking a sweet kiss. “I am not going to be able to walk right for a few hours.”

Eddie gives a breathless laugh, lips pressing quick kisses to yours. “Sorry I got a little rough there.”

“Never apologize to me for fucking me hard. It was fucking amazing.”

“Yeah?”

You pull back to look him in the eye, seeing a hint of self-doubt. You push his hair back from his face, stroking his cheek as you do. “Fuck yes. You were spectacular.”

He grins, looking incredibly proud of himself. “Are you going to finally give me that drink when I come in again?”

Humming and pretending to ponder his question, you slide your arms around his neck. “Hmm, I don’t know,” you tease. “If you bring me home we can discuss it further.”

“Does this mean you want me to spend the night?”

You nod, hugging him close and pressing your forehead to his. “Absolutely. I don’t work again until tomorrow night. That leaves plenty of time for me to give you more hands-on experience. Unless you have somewhere to be?”

“Fuck no. If you’re asking if I’m going to choose between having a bunch of sex with you or sitting in a stuffy classroom listening to shit I don’t care about, I’m going to choose sex every time.”

Laughing, you rest your head on his shoulder, not quite ready to move yet. Eddie seems just as eager to stay there for the time being, his hands still stroking your back. He reaches around for a second until he finds one of the blankets, which he wraps around the both of you.

“Can we stay here like this for a bit?” he asks, kissing your forehead.

His voice is suddenly so soft and unsure. Fuck, how does he do that? How can he be sexy and feral one minute then gentle and goofy the next? There’s so much more to Eddie Munson than meets the eye. And you’re determined to experience every side of him.

“Only if you keep kissing me,” you say, smiling up at him.

Eddie trails his fingers along your jaw, before tilting your chin up with his forefinger and bringing your lips within reach. “Sweetheart, I couldn’t stop even if I tried.”

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jenthebug · 2 months

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Home and hydrating to get the contrast out of me. Jay said his concert went well; I’m still bummed that I missed it.

My body is exhausted, but tense.

My brain is FUCKING WIRED.

This would be the *perfect* time for an edible but I’m out and I’m broke. I’m so mad. This is the exact imbalance that pot balances perfectly. I could be so chill and noodley right now.

I signed up for a Spanish conversation on meetup. I got waitlisted for tomorrow, which was fine with me. Maybe next week, right?

NOPE. A spot opened up. I’ll be spending tomorrow morning at a cute little coffee shop, ¡hablando con extraños! (“talking to strangers” in a language I barely know and am incredibly self conscious about pronouncing)

Now I need to hit the dictionary and look up things like “I am wearing a mask because I have metastatic breast cancer” and “I’ve been on roller coasters less scary than this situation, what was a shy person thinking coming here jaja”

There’s a snowstorm coming on Thursday that’s supposed to drop a foot of snow on us. 😭 The original plan was a parent teacher conference, a trip all the way across town to a doctor appointment for Jay, then taking Jay to a friend’s house for a sleepover.

Those things may not happen. I hate it when plans change, but I hate driving in a foot of snow more.

The appointment can be telehealth, that’s the most important thing. The conference will be rescheduled if it’s a snow day. The sleepover? If the roads are bad, I’m not going. Jay can figure it out.

I better finish this Tension Tamer tea and attempt to sleep. Still wish it was weed.

#metastatic breast cancer #insertcaffeine español #mundane #stress #insertcaffeine vs weed

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topguncortez · 3 months

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WELCOME TO “WHUMP THE MUSICAL” 2024 :) created by @whumpthemusical

MY RULES:

One topic/day will be assigned to one character for that day (i.e Jake gets Day 1, Rooster Day 2, Floydsin Day 3). I will not be doing more than one character a day.

ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS. As these topics all fall under the WHUMP category, there will be heavy content written and shared. Fics will be tagged accordingly, but no minors are permitted to interact. If I find you are a minor interacting, you will be blocked immediately.

During this time I will not be posting any other fics/blurbs/one-shots or taking requests, primarily because I’ll be writing a lot and posting a lot and I don’t need that added stress.

You can either send requests into my inbox directly OR fill out the request form.

My normal requesting rules still stand: if you are a blank blog, a minor, a character I don’t write for, or exceed the two-three sentence limit, your request will not be fulfilled

I will update the calendar/character list on SUNDAYS, so you know what days are left.

ALL REQUESTS MUST BE DONE BY: THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 22ND

CHARACTERS:

Top Gun Character & Pairing List

Rip Wheeler

Kayce Dutton

Rhett Abbott

Jay Halstead

Will Halstead

CALENDAR:

DAY 1: Cats Sabotage • Second Chances • "I Can Dream Of The Old Days."

DAY 2: Wicked Mob Mentality • Propaganda • "No Good Deed Goes Unpunished."

DAY 3: Jesus Christ Superstar Whipping • Betrayal • "Then I Was Inspired, Now I'm Sad And Tired."

DAY 4: Les Mis Survivor's Guilt • Failure • "Drink With Me To Days Gone By."

DAY 5: Heathers Poison • Reluctant Whumper • "Wanna fight for me?"

DAY 6: Newsies Chronic Pain • Exploitation • "Let 'Em Laugh In My Face, I Don't Care."

DAY 7: The Last Five Years Infidelity • Gaslighting • "I Will Not Lose Because You Can't WIn."

DAY 8: Hadestown Deals • Doomed Narrative • "Doubt Comes In."

DAY 9: Sweeney Todd False Imprisonment • Razors • "Have You Decided It's Safer In Cages?"

DAY 10: Rent CHARACTER: FLOYDSIN Substance Abuse • Poverty • "Feels Too Much Damn Like Home."

DAY 11: Bare: A Pop Opera Outing • Religious Trauma • "Please, See Me."

DAY 12: Waitress CHARACTER: JAKE SERESIN Unplanned Pregnancy • Abuse • "She Is Broken And Won't Ask For Help."

DAY 13: Tick Tick Boom Atychiphobia • Working To Exhaustion • "Is This Real Life?"

DAY 14: Dear Evan Hansen Deception • Broken Bone • "Words Fail."

DAY 15: West Side Story Star-Crossed Lovers • Prejudices • "A Boy Who Kills Cannot Love."

DAY 16: Come From Away Stranded • Aftermath • "Blankets And Bedding And Maybe Some Food."

DAY 17: Spring Awakening Withheld Information • Suicide • "I Don't Scream, Though I Know It's Wrong."

DAY 18: Hamilton Hurricane • Dueling • "I Will Kill Your Friends And Family To Remind You Of My Love."

DAY 19: Falsettos Sickness • Identity Issues • "Death Is Not A Friend."

DAY 20: Into The Woods Blame • Lost • "Nothing But A Vast Midnight."

DAY 21: The Great Comet Abduction • Letters • "Did You Love That Bad Man?"

DAY 22: In The Heights Grief • Homesickness • "I Know That I'm Letting You Down."

DAY 23: Be More Chill Mind Manipulation • Panic Attack • "Everything About Me Makes Me Want To Die."

DAY 24: Moulin Rouge CHARACTER: JAY HALSTEAD Class Differences • Sex Work • "Come What May."

DAY 25: Chicago CHARACTER: JAY HALSTEAD Cold Blood • Trial • "He Had It Coming."

DAY 26: Six CHARACTER: BRADLEY BRADSHAW Execution • Trauma Bonding • "Playtime's Over."

DAY 27:Ride The Cyclone Unexpected Tragedy • Forgotten Whumpee • "I Hear The Anguish Of The Street."

DAY 28: The Rocky Horror Show Obsession • Wrong Place, Wrong Time • "I've Seen Blue Skies Through The Tears."

DAY 29: Nerdy Prudes Must Die Bullying • Ritual • "Who Will Pray For You?"

DAY 30: Jekyll And Hyde Duality • Good Vs Evil • "If I Die, You'll Die."

DAY 31: Phantom Of The Opera Disfiguration • Shunned • "My Power Over You Grows Stronger Yet."

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milkgemini · 1 year

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Last Call

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x F!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: i’ve been waiting to post this one… stay tuned for part two 🤭

Part 2

“I’ve got a feeling in my stomach”

“I start to wonder what his story might be”

Arctic monkeys softly plays in the background. The chatter of the bar patrons slightly overtaking the music coming from the speakers.

It was okay for a Thursday. You had been working as a bartender for about 2 years, taking random shifts to pay your rent while in school. The bar was only a block away from your apartment so it worked out perfectly for you.

You had built great relationships with your regulars, always chatting them up asking how their week has been. Why not make it fun if you’re forced to be there?

Your place of work was a total dive bar, “dingy” being the best way to describe it. The size was on the smaller side. One room with a short bar that wrapped around the sides. There was a pool table off to the left. The room tinted red by the glow of the neon beer signs. Christmas lights framed the ceiling all year round.

Your coworker finished their day shift, leaving just you behind the bar tonight. You didn’t mind, more tips in your pocket. You scan the men seated at the bar, checking their level of drink to see who needs what first.

“Can I get you another?” You asked one of your regulars. An older gentleman seeming to be in his 60s. He attended every week, always tipping you well. You appreciated his politeness.

As you pop the cap off the beer, you notice a younger man at the other end of the bar. You don’t recognize him, which threw you off as it’s usually the same couple of guys in there every night.

His attention was on the phone situated between both of his hands. As he looked down, his chestnut locks fell beside his face, past his shoulders. His hair had a slight wave to it, that messy, “hasn’t been brushed” look.

“He’s cute” you thought. You studied him in detail. The fingers he had wrapped around the black phone had a hair tie looped twice around the middle one like a ring. His bar stool stood further away from the wooden edge causing him to lean forward, his long necklaces dangling against his tan chest.

You placed the beer bottle in front of your first customer. Wiping the chilled sweat from the bottle onto the material of your leggings, you made your way over to the new customer.

“What can I get for you tonight?” You approached him with a smile, watching his eyes as they were tilted down towards his screen.

He picked his head up to look into yours, you tried your best not to divert your stare due to nerves.

“I’ll have an old money if you wouldn’t mind.”

The corner of his mouth tipped up as he ended his request to you.

“Bourbon”, you thought to yourself, “how fitting.”

“No problem!”

You swiftly turned your back to him and began preparing his drink order. As you returned with the chilled glass in hand, you slid it in front of him. He placed a 20 on the bar.

You scooped the bill up from in front of him, going back to the cash register to return his change to him. You placed the dollar bills flatly on the bar in front of him. He sipped his drink and watched you from over the rim of his glass as he slid the remaining bills toward you. You smirked to yourself and left the change there to attend to your other customers down the bar.

The later it got, the less people remained seated at the bar. You had 5 customers left. 4 of them being regulars you knew and carried conversation with throughout the night, the 5th being the mystery man at the end of the bar. He kept to himself, peeking a look at you every now and then.

Each time you caught his glass almost empty, you picked it up tilting your head and silently asked if he’d prefer another. He nodded towards you with the smallest hint of a smile on his lips.

With each of your customers taken care of, you focused on the conversation being had amongst your regulars. The bar had quieted down at this point, allowing you to actually take part in the conversation. You leaned your arms against the bar, adding a comment or two every few minutes so the men knew you were paying attention.

The song had ended and a new one began. You heard the soft melody of “Planet Caravan” by a Black Sabbath play subtly in the background.

“Oh, I love this one. Which one of you put this on?” You pointed a finger at your 4 regulars, a wide smile on your face. They looked amongst each other shrugging.

At the other end of the bar, the mystery man cleared his throat and tilted his half full glass towards you. You made your way towards him.

“Was this your doing?” You wiped the bar next to him, a smirk on your face as you glanced at his eyes.

“Can’t go wrong with some Ozzy” he shot you a wink over the tip of his glass as he took another sip.

You dipped your pointer finger and thumb into two shot glasses, pinching them together and placing them in front of him.

“Brownie point for you then, eh?” You punctuated your statement with a soft chuckle.

“How do you feel about Jameson?” You asked as you grabbed the neck of the dark green liquor bottle.

“If it’s alcohol, I’ll take it.” He responded, his voice hoarse.

You filled both shot glasses to the rim, sliding one in front of him while grabbing one for yourself.

“Cheers” you clinked the tiny glass against his. He nodded in response and threw the shot back in one gulp. You followed his motions, needing to take two sips yourself.

You winced at the warm feeling of the harsh liquor coating your throat, eventually lining your stomach.

He watched your reaction and chuckled to himself, glancing down at the wooden bar.

A customer from the other end of the bar called your name requesting another one. You attended to him, popping the cap off the bottle and sliding it to him. As you turned your head back towards the long haired man behind you, he was gone. Your stomach sank slightly before you caught his silhouette through the bar window. His back leaning against the brick wall, taking long drags of a cigarette, blowing the smoke back out into the night air.

Realizing he hadn’t left just yet, you smirked to yourself, tapping the screen of the jukebox to play another song.

As he entered the bar once again, he heard the beginning of “White Room” by Cream play through the speakers. He took his former seat, rubbing his hands together and throwing his head back with a laugh.

You approached him once more.

“Fill me in on the joke” you quipped.

“These guys are my favorite.” He retorted. “Are you spying on me?” You could hear the smirk in his tone.

You rolled your eyes playfully at him, and he responded with a light chuckle.

“I’m Jake, by the way” he took a sip from his drink.

You replied with your name, and he repeated it to himself.

At this point it was 1:47 am. Only 2 other men, besides Jake, sat at the opposite side of the bar. You let the two of them know it was last call, and they put their final orders in. Two beers, easy enough. You slid the chilled brown bottles towards them and they left their last payment for you on the wooden bar.

You made your way back towards Jake and he spoke before you could even ask.

“I’ll do one more, then I’ll be out of your hair for the night.” he reached for his wallet and placed another 20 on the bar.

You completed his last order and began to tend to your closing duties as the other 2 men called goodnight to you, exiting through the front door.

Jake stayed with you and watched as you completed your checklist before closing up the bar. His eyes flicked back and forth as you ran to and from each side of the bar. Counting the money in the till was the last step on your list. You folded the dollar bills that were your tips and slipped them beneath the strap of your bra, never one to carry a purse.

He watched as you placed the money above your breast and chuckled to himself. You flicked the switch on the neon signs mounted against the walls, causing the bar to become even more dimly lit than before. As you gathered your keys and rounded the bar, he stood from his seat, leaning next to the front door.

As you approached him, your eyes stayed locked on your feet, one foot in front of the other until you appeared in front of him. Your eyes meeting his. You looked at each other for a moment before he placed a flat palm on the door, pushing it open and nodding towards it for you to exit. He waited beside you as you locked the bar up.

You turned back to him, the condensation leaving your lips floating up into the bitter cold air.

“Where are you off to?” He questioned you, his eyes flitting across your face, glancing once or twice at your cupid's bow.

“Just home,” you chuckled to him. “And you?”

He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, and hesitated his next sentence.

“I know this may be forward, but I’ve got a pretty good selection back at my place. Let me make you a drink this time” he tilted his head at you waiting for your response.

You glanced down at the screen of your phone. 2:32 am. No texts, no calls. You had nothing planned for the following morning. “Oh, why not?” You told yourself.

“This isn’t some scheme to trap me in your place and torture me, right?” You questioned him with a flirty grin stretched across your face.

“How could I? Not this early in our stages, at least.” he followed with a wink.

to be continued…

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