#and yeah I fuck up sometimes but that’s nothing compared to what’s been done to me
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Wrapped Around Your Finger - Part 0.5
Series Masterlist | Original Fic
➪in which you are days away from starting your program and anakin gets used to tour life without you by befriending the sometimes overly-flirty photographer.
PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.
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You throw your bag onto your twin sized bed with a huff.
After sitting through a two and a half hour seminar about your program, you left that building knowing nothing more about it than you did a week ago. You didn’t even get to meet your instructor, despite being informed that he would try and make it to the orientation day.
Alas, he was a no show, and you really hope he is more professional than this first impression of him.
You sit next to your bag and play with the zipper for a bit as you glance around the room. It was nice, sure, but you quickly discovered that nothing compared to the room you shared with Anakin back in your apartment. Having just your things on one side of the room looked wrong. Your books on the shelf looked wrong without having his sheet music next to them. Your cardigan that was hung up in the wardrobe looked wrong without one of Anakin’s leather jackets next to it. Even your bed looked wrong since it wasn’t big enough to hold more than one person comfortably.
Sure, Anakin’s bunk on the bus was a lot smaller, but it still felt more right than sleeping by yourself does.
You bite down on your lip as you pull out your phone and check the time.
Since it had been a few days since you last saw him, the time zone difference between you and Anakin was going to be a bit difficult to figure out. He was in Norway now, so thankfully there was only an hour difference, and you were able to figure out what he could possibly be doing right now.
It was nearing six PM now, and he and the guys would be set to be on stage within another hour or so, and you really wanted to talk to him.
Your fingers play with the thread on your blanket as your free hand types out a quick message.
Ani, I miss you. Are you able to talk for a second?
And you were barely able to swipe out of the text app before he was calling you. Bringing your phone up to your ear, you greet him with a dumb smile painted on your lips, “Hi, Ani,”
You hear him sigh quietly as you pull at the thread some more. “Hi, baby,” he says back and your smile only grows. “I miss you, too. So fucking much, I’m going insane.”
You laugh and move to sit further back on your bed, bringing your knees up to your chest with a shake of your head. “No, you’re out touring the world. You’ll forget all about me soon enough,”
Anakin laughed and the sound had your body tingling. “Yeah, and I’ll also become the next president. Add that to the list of things that will never happen,” he says and you blush a bit as you lean back against your pillow. “How was that orientation thing? Is your instructor nice?”
You chew on your chapped lip as you debate on whether or not you should tell him that you had a pretty bad day now or after he was done with the show. You didn’t want him worrying about you before he was supposed to go on stage, and you also didn’t want to come off as some sad girl who had a shitty day just because she wasn’t able to spend it with her boyfriend.
“It was fine,” you answer and pull the blanket up from its spot at the end of the bed. You loosely throw it over your legs and resume pulling at the threads. “A bit boring, but that was to be expected, I guess. I met this guy who is in the same program as me and we made plans to get coffee at some point. His name is Evan. And my instructor was a no show, so I didn’t get to meet him.”
You hear muffled sounds coming from his end before he was mumbling an, “Oh, that’s….professional,”
You laugh quietly, looking over at the curtain covered window with a soft sigh. “I really do miss you, Ani,”
He had only been gone a few days, but you couldn’t remember a time you felt this fucking lonely. You felt a bit pathetic, but could you really be blamed?
“I miss you, too, princess,” he said just as quietly, and it felt like the two of you fell into your own little world. “It’s weird not having my cheerleader waiting backstage for me.”
You groan and lean back against the headboard. “Don’t remind me,” you mumble. “I can only imagine all the girls who would swap places with me right now to be your cheerleader, and how many think I’m fucking stupid for being here and not with you.”
“Hey,” he scolded. “You are not stupid. I’ve said it so many times now, but I’ll gladly say it again; I’m fucking proud of you. You deserve to be there rather than stuck backstage while I’m off living my life. Think of all that will come from this, all the opportunities that will be thrown at you. You should be excited, ‘cause I know I am.”
“I’m excited,” you promised, bringing your hand up to chew on your fingernail. “I’m just lonely and missing you. I’ll be fine.”
“You just need to find something to do,” he suggested. “Your classes start in a few days, right? Go sightseeing or meet up with your classmates. Oh, I know, go see that big fucking clock.”
You laugh loudly, and you knew he was probably smiling right now at his successful attempt to cheer you up. “The Big Ben?”
“Whatever its name is,”
You laugh again and drop your hand. “Ani, that’s like a two and a half hour drive from me,”
“Take one of those fancy trains,”
“You’re too much,”
“You love me,”
“I do,” you agree. “I love you a lot.”
He laughed and the sweet sound had you smiling. “I love you a lot more,”
-
Another location officially crossed off the list.
Anakin was a sweaty mess as he handed his guitar off to one of the stage guys before making his way to the exit. Before he could make it very far he felt a hand wrap around his forearm and pull him off to the side to where the speakers were. “Hey!” Liz beamed, grinning up at him and holding her camera close to her chest. “You were amazing!”
This was the second night in a row that she had stopped him from leaving to congratulate him, and the second time he was instantly reminded of you.
Liz’s skin was slightly sweaty but it was nothing compared to his own, and Anakin smiled at her as he put a few feet of distance between them. “Thanks,” he said. “You got some nice shots?”
“Of course I did,” she rolled her eyes playfully. “All my shots of you are nice.”
Anakin’s smile faded a bit as he took a hand towel from one of the stage guys and wiped away the sweat from the back of his neck. There was that weird feeling again. Was she being flirty or just trying to hype up someone she considered a client? “Is that right?” He asked, watching as she nodded and bit down on her lip. His eyes instinctively flickered to her mouth and he straightened up once he caught himself. “Well, I can’t wait to see them.”
When he turned to leave again, her hand reached out and grasped his bicep, her palm fully covering your initial as she moved to stand in front of him again. “I can show you some now, if you want?” She offered, making him hold back a cringe as he tried to think of a way to nicely reject her.
He feels his phone buzz in his pocket and his face relaxes slightly when he reads your text.
Princess: I miss you already. Can we facetime after your show?
His heart skipped a beat at the fact that, despite you not even being here, you were able to save him from this interaction. “I can’t,” he said and looked up at her. “I’m gonna call Y/n as soon as I get back to the bus.”
Her face fell a bit as she backed away. “Oh, right,” she mumbled. “You and your girlfriend are so cute. How long have you two been together?”
“Five years in a few weeks,” he answered, fighting off a dumb grin as he thought about his milestone with you.
“Wow,” she lifted both brows as she gave him a forced grin. “You were just kids when you met then.”
Anakin furrowed his brows as he pocketed his phone again. “I guess,”
He hadn’t really given it much thought. Yeah, you two met when you were super young, and you still are young now and have lasted longer than most couples in their thirties, so he wasn’t really seeing the point she was trying to get at.
“Anyway, I don’t want to keep her waiting,” he trailed off, watching as she nodded.
“Oh, sure,”’ she shrugged. “Have a good night, Anakin.”
“You too,” he replied, already walking away and towards the parking lot door.
He was barely inside the bus before he was calling you, his tired eyes staring back at him as he waited for you to pick up. “Ani,” you nearly gasped when you did answer, your big smile making his own form.
“Baby,” he murmured, walking past the couch and heading straight towards his bunk. “You look so pretty.”
You look down at yourself and laugh before shaking your head. “I’m wearing pajamas, Anakin,”
“You’re wearing my shirt,” he pointed out. “You look so fucking hot.”
You blush a bit and he wants nothing more than to be with you right now. He wants to see that pretty blush of yours in person. “Don’t say that to me,” you begged, scrunching your brow cutely. “I refuse to be turned on when you’re not here.”
Anakin smirks as he passes his bunk and enters the bathroom. “Have you had to touch yourself yet?” He shamelessly asked as he locked the door and leaned against the sink.
“Anakin,” you blush even more as you sit up against your headboard. “I have a roommate.”
“Is she there with you right now?”
“No,”
“Then what’s the problem?” He asked as he used one hand to strip himself of his shirt. “Come on, princess, imagine how good I’d be making you feel if I was there right now.”
He watches as you bite down harshly on your bottom lip. “Ani,”
“Imagine how good my fingers make you feel,” he continued, watching the way your eyes filled with lust.
“Anakin,” you warned. “I swear.”
He smirked a bit, dropping his shirt to the floor. “I miss you, baby,” he murmured, his eyes following the curve of your jaw as you turned to hide your face in your pillow. “It’s not the same without you here.”
You whined a bit as you lifted your head. “London is fucking boring without you. Imagine all the fun we’d be having right now,”
“I’m sure we’d be having a lot of fun,” came his dirty remark and you quickly broke eye contact again. “Quit looking away, baby, I wanna see your pretty face.”
“I can’t look at you when you say those things to me,” you confessed, turning back to face him with a blush covering your cheeks.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Tell me about your day,” he says as he unzips his jeans with his free hand.
You light up at that. “I ended up texting that guy I told you about, Evan? We did the campus tour together and got drinks from this really cute coffee shop that’s right next to my dorm. You’d love it, Ani, they had so many flavors,”
Anakin smiled at that, happy you had already made a friend and found a place to go to in between classes. “That’s awesome,” he said. “I wish I was there with you. Maybe we’ll go to London together one day and you can show me the shop.”
“Yes,” came your immediate response. “Absolutely, let’s do that.”
He shook his head as he rids himself of his jeans. You’re cute,”
“I know,” you beam. “How was the show? I’m so sad I missed it.”
Anakin kicked his clothing into a pile in the corner of the small room. “It was good. Liz said she got some good shots of us that she’ll send later. You wanna see them too?”
“Always,” you scoff then smile. “How is everyone? How’s Theo?”
“Everyone’s doing well,” he answered. “Theo is…honestly doing a really bad job at hiding how nervous he is about his mom. Vin and I told him that we’re here if he needs anything, but he always just brushes us off. He’s distant whenever we’re not on stage together.”
Your brows furrow a bit as you slouch back against your headboard. “His mom is sick, Ani…and he’s not with her. Yeah, his sister is, but he’s the oldest and has been with her the longest. I can’t imagine what he’s going through,”
“Yeah, but I just wish he would talk to me, you know? I’ve known him since I was sixteen. It feels like he’s slipping away from us,” he vented as he propped his phone up on the sink and looked at himself in the mirror.
“Maybe being on stage is his escape,” you offer. “He’s going through a lot right now, Ani. Give him time, he’ll come around.”
Anakin tore his eyes away from the mirror and looked back at you. You were always so kind and rational and always thought about everyone else’s feelings before you spoke. You really are too sweet for your own good. “What would I do without you?” He honestly asked and you smiled at him.
“You’d probably be as miserable as I would be without you,”
And he knew you were right.
-
“Hey, Anakin!” Liz greeted and pulled him into a hug, surprising him with the sudden display of affection. He stumbled back a bit, nearly bumping into one of the stage crew members as he did so.
“Hey,” he said back, returning the hug briefly before placing his hands on her hips and gently pushing her away from him.
She kept her hands on his shoulders as she asked, “Did you get the photos from last night? I didn’t even need to edit these ones, they came out perfect,”
They really did look great. And you made sure to let him know just how good he looked in your message back to him when he forwarded the email to you before he went to bed last night.
“Yeah, they look awesome,” he said as he stepped away from her. “Though I’m sure that has more to do with the camera and the person behind it.”
Liz rolled her eyes as she pulled out her phone. “When will you learn how to take a compliment?” Then she lifted her phone and pointed it right at him, and he had no time at all to realize what she was doing before he heard the sound of a picture being taken. She clicked on the image and showed it to him, “See? You can’t take a bad photo, even when you don’t realize one is being taken.”
Anakin laughed and shook his head a bit. “Okay, point taken, you can delete that now,”
But she just turned off her phone and pocketed it without deleting the photo. “We should do something together soon,” she suggested and he was about to gently turn her down when she added, “You, me, Vinny and Theo. I want to get to know my clients. Maybe we’ll work together more in the future, you know, after the tour.”
That wouldn’t be a bad idea, right? It might be nice to have a friendship with someone who knows how to work a camera, and Liz really did. Her work was amazing and she never failed to make Anakin feel as desired as he supposedly was by millions of people.
“Yeah, for sure,” he agreed, then thought about another way she could take photos for him. “Maybe Y/n and I will hire you for our wedding.” It was a joke, the photographer part, definitely not the wedding part. He knew he will be marrying you someday, and he honestly couldn’t fucking for the day you become his wife, but there is also lots of time for that later, when you are both ready.
The joke definitely went over her head. “Oh, you two are engaged?”
He fucking wished.
“No, we’re not,” he said, somewhat disappointedly. Just because you were waiting to get married doesn’t mean you were waiting to be engaged. Anakin also knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold off on asking you that question for much longer. “Not yet, anyway.”
She gave him a smile that looked a little forced. “You two are serious then, huh?”
He furrowed his brows as he leaned against the speaker backstage. This was always your spot, and he was missing you a little extra right now. God, he had no idea how he was supposed to make it another two weeks without you, then two months without you after that.
“Yeah,” he trailed off. He thought she would’ve known by now how serious you and he are. Sure, you were basically kids when you met, but he knew from that first day that you were the only girl for him, and that fact was still true to this day. “Four years in, you get to be pretty serious.”
She nodded and moved closer to him, her natural flirty personality coming out in full swing as she smirked up at him. “That’s too bad,” she hummed, running a red painted nail up his sleeve of tattoos. “I’d say I’m happy for you, but then I’d be lying. You seem like a great guy, Anakin. It’s too bad you were taken off the market when you were so young.”
He had no idea how to respond to that. She was definitely flirting with him, but he didn’t see the harm in it as long as he didn’t flirt back, and he had no intention in doing that anyway. Physically he was here, but his heart and mind were back in London with you.
You were probably pacing around your dorm room right, nervous and scared about starting the program tomorrow. He hadn’t spoken to you since last night, where he ranted about how much he missed you, then listened to the way you talked dirty to him until he had no choice but to get himself off while he was still on FaceTime with you.
You told him that you would’ve helped him clean up the mess he made if you were there with him, and he had to wrap the call up pretty quickly after that as he could feel himself getting hard again and didn’t want the guys to get annoyed with him for being in the bathroom for too long.
While his hand didn’t feel even close to how you did, he’d definitely be calling you again after tonight’s show.
“Thanks, Liz, but I was a massive band geek back then and Y/n was this perfect, straight A student who I had no business asking out, let alone talking to,” he reminisced back to his high school days with you.
“But you did,” she sounded almost bored, but he wasn’t really paying much attention to her tone at this point. He never focused on much else when the topic of the conversation was you.
“Yeah, I did,” he confirmed, looking down at her with a dumb, love-struck grin. “Best decision of my life.”
She rolled her eyes and stepped away from him. “See, that’s what I’m talking about. I was convinced there were no more good guys left in the world, and now here you are, so in love with your high school sweetheart it’s almost disgusting,”
He laughed and crossed his arms. “You’re not the first person to call me and my relationship that,”
Liz sighed as she gazed up at him. “I can only hope that I find a guy as nice as you soon,” she mumbled. “I mean, I’m twenty seven, I should be married by now. I’m so far behind.”
Anakin felt bad for her, and he supposed that was what she was trying to do after bringing up the topic of relationships. “You’ll find someone,” he assured her. “And you’re not behind. You’re a successful photographer, you’re nice, you’re pretty…anyone would be lucky to have you.”
She looked up at him with slightly darker eyes and he stood up a bit straighter, afraid he went too far with that one. “You think I’m pretty?”
He definitely went too far with that one, but he also didn’t want to ruin her newfound confidence. “Yeah,” he answered with a nod, wanting to either escape this conversation or change the subject entirely. “I’m sure I’m not the first person to tell you that.”
Liz shook her head and bit down on her lip. “No, but you’re the first person I believe,”
She reached out to him and only got to trace the newer ink on his wrist before he was pulling away. “Really?” He laughed and backed away. “I’m sorry to hear that. Anyway, I should help set up for tonight. Apparently all the tickets were sold for this venue, so it’ll be packed. You think you can keep up with everyone?”
Liz smirked as she nodded, “I think I can manage,”
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LMAOO bae ik u heard of that j cole nd kendrick beef 😭😭 what would frat!mig’s reaction be bc i think its so funny since thats both his fav artists
SEEEE EXACTLY WHAT I HAD IN MY MIND WHEN I HEARD THE NEWSSSS!! WENT STRAIGHT TO FRAT!MIGGY
“unbelievable. eso fue muy estúpido” he scoffs, scrolling through his phone by the bed.
you peer over your shoulder to look at him, abandoning the open book and pencil. “baby, you have been grumbling for the past ten minutes. are you menstruating or something?”
“what the hell? no! of course not! it’s just that” he sighs heavily, eyebrows pinching in frustrations as his eyes settled on his phone screen. “the fuck is j. cole problem?”
raising an eyebrow, you stand up before walking over towards him. miguel has his sweatpants with no t-shirt on, showcasing his bronze skin with rippled muscles that never fails to make you wet. his other hand playing mindlessly with a ball, throwing it up to the ceiling before catching it back so effortlessly.
“this is about j cole and kendrick beef?” arms crossed over your chest while asking, amused by how your boyfriend gets quite worked up over this,
“technically, kendrick has no beef with the man. j cole just loves to starts shit which is so not him. what the fuck is going on?!” he answers with a tone, eyes looking up at you momentarily. “like look at this shit, muñeca!”
miguel turns the screen towards you, showing a headline of j cole writing a diss track as a response to kendrick’s first jab against him and drake. your eyes squinting to read the news carefully,
“you done reading? my hand is getting tired” miguel jokes, earning a warning glare from you. “see?! and look at this part right here—he even said that kendrick was not that good if he only produced an album once in a blue moon” he rolls his eyes, turning the phone back to him.
“baby that’s not what he said” you watch how his focus is turned back onto the news. “you’re taking it out of context. it even said that kendrick wrote the diss first”
“who’s side are you on?!”
“i’m not siding with anyone!” you defend, almost bursting out a laugh at how serious he is looking at you. as if this beef between his two favorite artists somehow is a matter life and death. “you love these two guys, i don’t think you should put too much thought into it and just rather listen to the music”
“that’s a very loser ass response of you, muñeca”
“fucking excuse me?!”
“this shit is important! because i gotta know what really drives j cole into doing this shit to kendrick. and you know me better, hermosa! if i had to choose between the two it’s always going to be kendrick!”
“well I didn’t ask that”
“well you should have!” he mocks your tone, scoffing. “and why the fuck is drake even gets dragged into this shit?! ‘7 minute drill’ yeah your career is a 7 minute drill compared to kendrick, homie” he tsks, head shaking at the lame attempt of j cole trying to embarrass kendrick.
it’s both cute and annoying when miguel acts like this sometimes, heavy on the annoying though. he really is obsessed with the two men who he will argue to hell and back how they changed his perspectives in music,
“i am not arguing this with you. jackass” you mumble, rolling your eyes. “and since you’re very very preoccupied at the moment, i am cancelling my plan to let you fuck me from behind tonight” you say before walking back to his desk
and that somehow catches his attention. both his hands stop moving, whipping his head towards you and eyes go wide.
“what did you say?! wait—wait—i’ll take it back, baby! these two mean nothing to me! oh my god, please come back! i am going to die if you don’t hop on my dick tonight!”
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Say It Louder
V is for Virgin
It’s a post-apocalyptic world. Relationships are hard to maintain. Of course, it doesn’t help that you’re crushing on your dad’s best friend. But what your dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader
Warnings: Age difference, loss of virginity (reader), daddy kink, unprotected p-in-v (it’s the end of the world), oral (f receiving), fluff, teasing, dirty talk bc i can’t resist, joel is gentle but also fucking feral, angst of course, touch of violence at the end lmao. Potential for this to turn into a series. Please do not engage if this topic is uncomfortable for you. In this, reader is 21, but I understand it’s still not everyone’s cup of tea. Do not feel obligated to read!
Nighttime in Jackson is surprisingly lively. You indeed have nothing to compare it to. But from what you’ve experienced in your 21 years on Earth, growing up in this doomsday scenario, nightlife in your town just feels right. It feels normal. At least, what you think normal would be.
There’s a bar where the residents like to hang out after long grueling days. Many of the patrol groups gather after their shifts are over to relax and mingle, comparing gruesome stories or funny instances. Your dad tells you it’s like the old days when he’d get off work and meet his buddies at a place in the city. You have no idea what that’s like, but the fondness in his eyes is enough for you to know it’s a good thing.
So you’ve come to enjoy spending time at the bar with everyone. You like to be social, and put yourself out there to get to know others. Especially the guys. Of course, you’ve built yourself up a reputation by doing this.
You’re a young girl, you’re flirtatious, and for a while, you were a little boy crazy. So people started to talk. Whispers of you being a slut made their way around town. But you knew the truth. You haven’t done anything with any of these boys.
They’re all immature assholes in your eyes. They don’t deserve you. And on top of that, your heart yearns for someone else. A man.
Granted, he’s your father’s best friend. So he’s totally off-limits. But that doesn’t stop you from admiring him. Or thinking about him in ways your father would not approve of. It doesn’t even stop you from flirting with him from time to time.
But honestly, how could anyone ignore a guy like Joel Miller? He is literally the most attractive man you’ve ever met. And it’s not just his looks, even though his eyes are dreamy and his physique is downright sinful. His maturity is part of what makes him sexy. He’s above and beyond any of the guys you’ve dated in the past.
And yeah, you fell hard. You feel lucky that you get to spend so much time with Joel, even if it’s because of your father. You’ve gotten to know the older man somewhat well, and you have a pretty decent relationship with him. He’s not blind to your flirting, indulging you sometimes, and writing it off as a silly little crush. But deep down you think he knows he’s fueling this fire. You think he likes the attention you provide.
You’ve never seen Joel with another woman. You were always curious to know why, but a quick discussion with Ellie once told you that he’d never been interested in anyone. You find that hard to believe, but you don’t question it. If no one’s caught his eye before, maybe you can be the first. It’d be an honor.
You think you have a bit of a head start already. Sure, you’re young and naive. But you know when a guy is into you. Most of them don’t hide it very well. And you’ve noticed Joel’s eyes lingering on you on more than one occasion. You just have to crack him. It can’t be that hard.
Currently, you’re strolling down the streets of Jackson, heading to the bar where you know your dad is probably hanging out with Joel for the night. You’re wearing one of your cutest outfits, a light lavender sundress that ties at your shoulders, hugs your waist, and flows out at the bottom reaching mid-thigh. You feel beautiful in this dress. Just something about it lifts your spirits.
So of course you’d wear it to encounter the man of your dreams.
When you enter the building, you spot your father immediately. He’s sitting at one of the tables with Joel and Tommy, speaking animatedly while they listen and laugh along. Your focus stays on Joel, smiling a little as he smiles. Wow. You could stare at him forever.
To your delight, Joel’s the first one to notice you, jaw dropping a little as his eyes rake over your body. He bites his tongue when you catch him staring, a sly grin spreading over your perfect lips. You’re too cute for your own good and you know it, which makes it even worse. Joel shakes his head and looks back at your father, nodding in your direction.
Your father turns in his chair and smiles brightly at you. He waves you over with his hand. “Pumpkin!” He exclaims, calling you out by his favorite nickname for you.
You cross to their table with a little bounce in your step and notice as Joel shifts uncomfortably in his seat. You smirk, knowing his discomfort is a direct result of the way your body fills out the dress, maybe jiggling a little in all the right places. Good, you have his attention.
Stopping when you reach them, you lean over to wrap your arms around your father’s neck. You give him a quick hug, pecking him on the cheek. “Hi, daddy,” you say happily as you stare Joel down.
Your poor father, unaware of what his sweet daughter is thinking, grins at your greeting. “Hey, sweetie, what are you doing here?”
You shrug, pulling away from and drawing your gaze away from Joel to look at your dad. “I was wondering when you planned on heading home? I’m going to Violet's for a little while and I didn’t want you to worry.”
He looks at you, feeling proud, grabbing your hand before turning to the guys. “Such a good kid, isn’t she?” He asks, his words genuine. You smile shyly at the two men, tongue slipping between your lips as you look at Joel.
It’s like he knows exactly what you want with the way he stares at your lips. Your filthy thoughts are practically leaking from your pretty little head as you hover around them. You want Joel to agree with your father. Yes, you want him to say. You are such a good girl. The fantasy makes your body run warm and you have to look away before they see you blush.
“I’ll be home in a little bit,” your father says. “Don’t worry about me. Have fun with Violet. And behave!” He adds, knowing you have a tendency to get the poor girl in trouble. What can you say? You’re a bad influence.
You nod your head politely, giving him a sweet smile. He accepts the gesture and turns, but you let your gaze linger, eyes lighting up when you and Joel catch a glance at one another. His jaw is tense as you wink, swiveling on your heels so your little dress twirls, riding up the tiniest bit so he can see a flash of your white cotton panties. You don’t look back as you prance out of the bar, knowing in your heart that Joel Miller has to sit the rest of the time he’s with your father hiding a boner.
Your mood only brightens when you get to Violet’s. She knows about your obsession with Joel, and honestly, it scares her. She’s more sheltered than you, and she definitely worries more. Every time you talk lustfully about the older man her anxious brain spins into a tizzy.
You’re surprised she’s even friends with you. God knows her life would be so much easier, and way less stressful if you weren’t in it. On the other hand, it’d probably be, like, super boring as well.
On her bed, you talk about what life would be like outside of Jackson while she reads the same book she’s read twelve times already. It’s funny how she’s come to be your best friend. The two of you are complete opposites, but that’s why you work together so well.
She flips through the pages but listens to you as you talk about getting away from here, heading for the beach or someplace tropical. Every once in a while she’ll chime in on how dangerous it could be starting somewhere new, but you think you could take on that challenge.
“What about you?” You ask her, rolling to the other side of the bed, meeting her where she sits on the floor. “If you could leave Jackson, would you?”
She places her bookmark to save her page and sets her book down. She looks off in thought before turning her attention to you. “I’m not sure,” she says quietly. “We’re safe here. I know it gets boring, but I like it. I like my home and I like the weather.”
You nod, understanding her reasonings. But you crave excitement. You crave adventure. If you could get with Joel…
“I think I’m gonna do it,” you say, shifting so you’re on your back. You stare up at her ceiling, sighing dreamily.
“Oh, no,” she groans. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m gonna tell Joel how I feel,” you state with finality. “Yeah, I’m just gonna tell him that I like him. That I want him. And see what happens.”
“That is such a bad idea,” she cringes, hiding her face behind her hands. “Oh my god, you cannot do that! What would your father say?”
“Who says he has to know?” You scoff. “I don’t tell him everything.”
“I can’t believe I’m hearing this,” she says, internally panicking. You’re thinking of what Joel’s lips feel like and she’s thinking about how this could destroy the town. “What do you even see in him? He’s the same age as your dad!”
“So?” You snap, glaring down at her. “He’s hot and funny and charming.” Your words come out in a breathy sigh. “I bet he has a big dick.”
Violet squeals and grabs a pillow off her bed, hiding her embarrassed face. You can’t help but laugh, sliding down off the bed so you’re sitting next to her. She mumbles something into the pillow, and your giggles get louder. When she pulls away, her face is beet red. “I can’t believe you’re a virgin,” she whispers.
You shrug your shoulders as your thoughts drift off to Joel. “Maybe not for long.”
A few days later, you find yourself upstairs in your room, dying from the summer heat. You were outside listening to an old iPod you found until the sun became too much, then you had to head indoors. Now, you’re on your bed, writing down your thoughts of the day in your journal.
The previous pages are all filled with thoughts on Joel. Unfortunately, you haven’t had any alone time with him recently. So much to Violet’s relief, you haven’t told him your feelings. Yet.
But there’s hope. You know your father is supposed to meet with him today. And you know Joel has a habit of showing up earlier than expected when your dad isn't around. You have a theory that he does it so he can see you. But you’ve never tested it. Until now.
As if on cue, there’s a loud knock on your front door, followed by Joel’s deep voice. “Hello? Joseph, are you here?”
Excitement flows through you and you slam your journal shut, shoving it beneath your pillow. You quickly wipe the sweat from your forehead before calling out to him. “He’s not home yet!” You yell. “I’m upstairs!”
For whatever reason, Joel takes that as an invitation and decides to follow the sound of your voice. He cautiously climbs the stairs as he heads for your room. Oh, he knows he shouldn’t be up here. Curiosity killed the cat.
But satisfaction brought it back.
He enters your room, stunned when he sees you on your bed, hair up high in a messy bun to keep off your neck. A white tank top hugs your top half, leaving little to the imagination. Beads of sweat drip down your chest, beneath the flimsy fabric, gliding down between the valley of your breasts hidden where he can barely see. The shorts you wear certainly have an effect on him and he has to force his eyes elsewhere.
Dangerous, he has put himself in a dangerous situation here. “Uh, hey,” he says, avoiding eye contact and glancing around your room.
“You here for my dad?” You ask innocently, staring at him in the hopes he’ll look at you again.
Joel nods. “I’m a bit early,” he trails off.
You smile to yourself. You already knew that. He’s here to see you.
“You’ve been coming over a lot,” you point out, and that grabs his attention. He raises an eyebrow in confusion, wondering where you’re going with this statement. “And it seems like you come earlier and earlier each time,” you say. You watch his chest rise as he takes in a deep breath. “You’re here to see me, aren’t you?”
“What?” He chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest. “N-no.” You don’t miss the slight stutter in his voice. Oh, this is too good.
“Relax, old man,” you tease with a shake of your head. “I’m just fucking with you.”
He seems to calm down a little, rolling his eyes. “Should have known,” he snorts under his breath, but you still hear it.
“Excuse me?” You challenge him.
“Well, you know,” he mumbles in his smooth southern accent.
You feign annoyance, glaring at him. “Oh, so you believe everything you hear?” You ask harshly.
Joel huffs in disbelief. “You tellin’ me you ain’t the promiscuous little princess this whole town thinks you are?” His eyes bore into yours and damn it if your stomach doesn’t flutter with butterflies with how he stares you down.
“I know my reputation, Joel,” you say with a grin, squirming under his smoldering eyes. “People start rumors, rumors spiral out of control, sometimes it’s easier to roll with it than fight it. But I’m a virgin,” you confess and giggle at the way his eyes widen. “Yeah, that’s right,” you confirm as realization crosses his face.
The confession takes him off guard. And, admittedly, it makes him hot. He’s heard rumors about you, everyone has. And like the rest, he just assumed those rumors were true. You had notoriety about you, and even though it wasn’t the most flattering, it was intriguing. But this? Knowing you’re really just some innocent girl everyone wants, but no one’s had… That’s… That’s hot.
“Uh, really?” He coughs, trying to keep his interest in your sexuality concealed. Christ, you are his best friend’s daughter. You are totally and completely off limits. He shouldn’t even be having this discussion with you.
But then you smirk at him, blink those dazzling eyes and say things that drive his mind wild. “Yeah,” you whisper, voice dripping with suggestion. “Why? You want to change that?”
“W-what?” He stammers, feeling his heart nearly leap from his chest.
You sigh, sitting up so your knees press into the mattress. “Isn’t it obvious?” You ask as you lean forward a bit, using your arms to frame your chest and showing off your cleavage, glistening with sweat. “I want you, Joel, I have for a while,” you finally admit.
He shifts awkwardly, feeling his jeans get tighter the longer you look at him. He’s known you have a thing for him. You’re not exactly subtle. But this? This little admission is almost too much. Your father could arrive at any time. “Are you crazy?” He whispers.
“Oh, come on,” you roll your eyes. “I see the way you look at me. I’m not the only one feeling…something.”
Joel shakes his head, face turning crimson. Fuck, he’s got to get out of here. He’s got to get away from you before he says, or does, something he’ll definitely fucking regret.
You pout, slinking back onto your mattress. “You don’t like the idea of being my first?”
You say that and he bites back a groan, taking in a deep shaky breath. Of course, he likes the idea. He loves the idea. To know that he’d be the only man who has touched you, who has made you cum, who has heard your pretty moans of want. It’s such a hot fantasy. But he can’t. He won’t. It’s worth repeating, that you are the daughter of his best friend. And you’re so young.
But he can’t help but wonder.
“Why me?” He asks, hesitantly. “Why now? You’re an attractive, young girl. I know you’ve had boyfriends.”
“No one’s been worthy,” you say with total honesty.
This makes Joel laugh. Hard. “Wait, you’re telling me you think no one’s been worthy of sleeping with you?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” you answer him. “Why?”
“Nothing,” he chuckles, still trying to wrap his brain around this entire conversation.
“Guys my age have proven time and time again why they don’t deserve me,” you tell him with sincerity.
“And I do?” He asks, clearly flattered by the thought.
“Don’t you?” You say quietly.
Just then, you hear the back door of your house open, meaning your dad is finally home. Bummer, just when things were getting interesting. You frown, knowing this is the end of your conversation.
Joel looks panicked like he’s trying to figure out an escape from your bedroom. It’s cute how nervous he is. But you hold your hand up, telling him to calm down.
“Hey, kid! Where are ya?” Your dad yells, voice booming through the house.
You bring a finger to your lips, suggesting Joel be quiet and let you take the lead. He looks annoyed but does as you say, standing completely still. “I’m upstairs!” You call out, getting off your bed. You motion for Joel to follow.
You know your dad will ask if the older man is around. So the best you can do is distract him long enough so Joel can sneak out of your room and out of your house. Should be easy.
“Can you come here, pumpkin?” Your dad asks.
You look at Joel and hold his gaze, smiling wickedly. “Coming, daddy!” You yell in response and see Joel’s eyes darken. You give him a wink before heading downstairs to meet your father, ready to play dumb.
He greets you with a smile and a small hug. “Has Joel come by yet?” He questions.
You shake your head. “Nope, haven’t seen him,” you lie. “But oh! Have you seen my flowers? They’re already blooming!” You say excitedly and drag your father out towards the backyard.
Joel listens and waits for you two to leave before he tiptoes downstairs and heads outside. Once on the porch, he takes a few moments to collect himself before knocking on the front door. Get it together, man, he thinks.
Your father hears the knocks from the other side of the house and heads back in to greet his friend. You follow along innocently, leaving behind your garden. Inside, you stand behind your father as he speaks to Joel.
The other man tries to pay attention to his friend, but it’s nearly impossible when you’re idling there, licking your lips, and fanning yourself due to the heat. He can see your tank top sticking to your sweaty skin and for a second thinks you’d feel so much better if he took it off for you.
Fuck, no. He can’t think like that.
But, shit, it would be so fucking hot. And as you bite down on your bottom lip, he swears he’s going to explode. What he wouldn’t give to be the one biting that lip.
“I’m going back upstairs,” you say in a bored tone, bringing him back to life. “Let me know if you need anything!” You sing out.
Your father bids you goodbye as he ushers Joel into the kitchen. He follows your dad, but can’t stop himself from checking out your ass as you leave. You are trouble.
Luck’s been your friend lately. After a couple more run-ins with Joel, you’re standing here in his weapons class with Violet, watching him intently. You’re not the only girl with eyes for him, and you have to admit that it annoys you. Violet finds it humorous, though.
There are girls your age blatantly flirting with him and he doesn’t push them away. He doesn’t exactly pay attention to it, either. But it’s enough to piss you off. If there were any cute guys in this class, you’d throw yourself at them just to show Joel how it feels. But alas, it’s mostly women.
And those women, the ones his age, you worry about them. You don’t know if, after all this, Joel sees you as some stupid kid. Maybe he doesn’t take you seriously. Maybe you’re just embarrassing yourself by flirting with him. The thought breaks your heart. Some of these women are gorgeous. You wouldn’t blame him for wanting one of them instead of you.
But you’re not going to back down. Yes, you joined this class because your father made you. He said you could learn a lot from Joel and you needed to know the basics of weapons to keep yourself safe. However, you’ve been sticking around just so you can be closer to the man who plagues all of your thoughts.
“Um, Joel?” You speak up, catching his attention immediately. The group of girls surrounding also turn around, disgusted by your interruption. “I need some help,” you say.
He could ignore you and go back to teaching the class. But where’s the fun in that? Instead, he passes instructions over to Jesse and leaves the jealous girls in favor of you. Violet groans and excuses herself, not willing to participate in whatever you have planned. She’s far too shy for this.
“What is it you need?” Joel asks, his voice deep and rough as he stands behind you.
You decide to get a little brave and place your handgun on the workbench in front of you. Sighing, you lean back, feeling Joel tense as you press yourself against him. His hand finds your hip, instinctively holding onto you. “I’m just not sure I’m doing this right,” you frown, cocking your head to the side.
Joel’s warm breath fans across your now exposed neck and it takes everything in his power to not just lean down and kiss your glowing skin. Instead, he squeezes your hip harder and angles his body around you to see what you’re doing. “Don’t know how to handle a gun?” He grunts, and you don’t miss the suggestive undertone in his words.
“I told you,” you laugh innocently. “I’m a virgin, Mr. Miller.”
“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath, dropping his hand from your body. He moves to stand next to you, but you already felt his hardness pressing into you. He glares down at you, shooting you a warning. “Behave,” he whispers.
“I’m always on my best behavior,” you tell him, flipping your hair over your shoulder. It’s blatant flirtation, and anyone who looks at you can see it, but you find it hard to care. He’s so close and he smells so good and he’s so warm. God, he’s perfect. “Like remember the other day?” You ask. “In my room?”
“Nothin’ happened in your room,” he snaps, glancing around to make sure no one heard you.
“I know,” you tell him. “Because I was on my best behavior.”
“Listen,” Joel interjects, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you to a more suitable location without prying eyes. “You’ve gotta stop,” he says, but you can hear the hesitancy in his voice. “You’re young. You don’t know what you want.”
Annoyed, you step into him, pressing your chest to his. His breath hitches, but he doesn’t move away. No, he lets you invade his personal space. “I know I want you,” you whisper, trailing your fingertips along his chest. “And I think you want me, too.”
“I can’t,” he says darkly, grabbing you by the wrist. “Do you have any idea what your dad would do to me?” He hisses, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding. Fuck, it would be so easy to just grab you and kiss you right here, pin you to the side of the barn and take you the way you want; the way he wants. But he has to be a better man. He has to.
“But,” you pout, looking up at him. “Do you know what I could do to you?”
Joel groans, dropping his head against yours. You close your eyes and tilt your chin up. His lips are so close to yours. If you just step on your tiptoes, you could kiss him.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes, brushing his knuckles across your cheek. “You wouldn’t even know where to start.”
Stunned, you stand frozen as Joel kisses your forehead and walks away from you. You’d be offended if that situation didn’t send warmth buzzing through your stomach. He’s teasing you and, as frustrating as it is, you take it as a good sign.
The next night, your father is on watchtower duty with one of the other town leaders. It’s not his favorite job in Jackson, but he only has to do it every so often. So it’s rare you have nights alone. He bid you goodnight before leaving, making sure you had food for the night. He still treats you like his little girl and you’re thankful for that. But it does make it harder for you sometimes. You never want to disappoint him.
You think about Joel and wonder what he’s doing tonight. Ellie’s been spending a lot of time with her friends. Joel’s told you before that she’s rarely home. He misses her, but he’s happy she’s putting herself out there. You would bet tonight she’s probably off with her little group, meaning Joel’s most likely home alone.
The smart thing to do would be to let it go. Just stay home, be the good girl your dad thinks you are. But your brain won’t shut up. Knowing Joel is just within reach and that you could actually be alone with him is the only thing you can focus on. You’ve got it bad.
“Just do it,” you murmur to yourself. “If he turns you away, he turns you away. At least you tried.” Your little pep talk gives you the energy you’re looking for and you decide to leave your house, opening your door to the darkness of the night.
Before you even have the chance to step out onto your porch, you bump into something, or rather, someone. You look up at the figure towering over you, heart skipping a beat at those familiar hazel eyes. “Joel,” you breathe. “What are you doing here?”
He looks ashamed, head down low like he’s afraid to make eye contact as he speaks. “I know your dad is workin’ the tower tonight,” he mumbles. “Thought I’d come check on you.”
The fluttering in your chest increases at his words. And the longer you stare at him, the more flustered you get. You know why he’s here. He’s finally done pushing you away. “That’s very kind of you,” you say softly, biting down on your lip.
He watches your every movement, slowly taking in every part of you from the knee-high socks to the sleep shorts to the baggy shirt that covers your beautiful body. When his gaze reaches your lips, you let out an involuntary sigh. He swallows the lump in his drying throat and steps closer to you, one foot at a time.
Your pink lips are parted in uncertainty, glittering eyes shining up at him intrusively. Under the cloudy porch light, you look like a doll, handcrafted to perfection. And you want him. Why? More importantly, why can’t he accept that? You’re stunning and he’s being his own personal cockblock.
A breath leaves your lips, and you open your mouth to speak, but before any words can come out, Joel’s wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into him. His warm lips crash against yours, aggressively kissing you, walking you back into your house. All coherent thoughts fly out the window as you kiss him back, savoring the feeling, sliding your arms across his neck, and pushing yourself up on your tippy toes.
He pulls away for only a second to catch a breath before claiming your lips again, trailing his tongue lightly over your bottom lip. It’s such an intense feeling that shoots pleasure down to your core. And with your lips parted, you accept his tongue, finally tasting him.
In all the kisses you’ve had with the many boys of Jackson, you’ve never felt like this. Joel’s mouth molds against yours with passion and his rough beard tickles your sensitive skin. He kisses you deeply, fiercely, like his life depends on it; like you’re a drug and he’s an addict. You’ve never felt so desired.
Even when you see black spots form behind your eyelids at the lack of air you’re getting, you can’t pull away from him. You don’t want to. You want to die just like this, smothered by his kisses.
But he can feel you struggling against him, and he laughs lightly, breaking the kiss so you can gasp for air. Your cheeks are flushed, eyes glazed over, and Joel wishes he had a camera so he could capture this image forever. He waits quietly for you to regain your balance, and when you give him a confident smile, he kisses you again.
No words are said as you jump up in his arms, feeling his hands grab your thighs to steady you. He holds you up, shutting the door behind him with his foot. Lips still attached, he carries you up the stairs to your bedroom, a place he’s been dreaming of.
He walks over to your bed, dropping you down before quickly closing your door. He wastes no time sauntering back over to you, crawling over your panting body. His hand reaches up, cupping your face so delicately.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asks and there’s a determination in his eyes that you’ve never seen before.
“More than anything,” you answer without flinching. You’re confident in knowing what you want. And he finally accepts that.
Joel nods and kisses your lips and up to your ear before whispering the hottest thing you've ever heard. “Darlin’, I’m gonna fuck you so good, it’ll ruin you for other men.”
“Please,” you whine, eyes lidded, body writhing and hot, desperate for his touch.
He props himself up with one hand, the other trailing down the curve of your body, stopping at the hem of your shirt. He looks at you and you nod, giving him the permission he needs. As slow as possible, he pushes the dark green fabric up, gradually revealing your gleaming skin. He shuffles down your body, settling between your legs, kissing the exposed area of your stomach.
You let out such a pretty noise as his wet lips follow where he continues to push up your shirt. You grab the cotton in your hand, holding it just below your breasts as Joel continues his soft grazes over the expanse of your tummy. Exhaling deeply, your body twitches when you feel the brush of his beard against your hand.
“Let it go, baby girl,” he says in a low voice. Your shaking hand drops the hem of your shirt as your mind ignites at the pet name. Bliss takes over as Joel sits up, pulling you with him so he can remove your top completely.
A grunt leaves his lips as he looks you over, lips pressing against yours again as he pushes you back down onto the mattress. You melt into him as he takes over once more, kissing down your neck, gently biting you just enough to give you pleasure, but not too hard to leave a mark. Your hands don’t know what else to do but rest on his shoulder and the back of his neck as he claims you.
“Joel,” you whisper, and the way you say his name, full of lust and need, makes his gut clench. How could he have resisted you for so long? It doesn’t matter now. He has you beneath him and he intends on making you feel amazing.
His rough hands snake up your body as he kisses his way down your chest, tasting your salty skin, licking up the sweat line that’s formed between your pretty tits. Soft gasps pour out of you and it’s the sweetest melody he’s ever heard. He can only imagine how gorgeous you’ll sound when he’s actually fucking you.
“So pretty,” Joel murmurs, pressing wet, opened mouth kisses to your breast while his hand cups the other. “Fuckin’ stunning,” he corrects himself.
Your body arches from the bed, leaning into his every touch. Emotions you have never experienced before present themselves in colors behind your eyelids, reds, and purples of passion, warm oranges, and golds the way Joel makes you feel safe. And sounds you’ve never made come out loudly when his hot mouth encloses around your nipple, sucking tenderly while his calloused fingers pinch the other.
That fervor builds inside of you and excitement takes over. Joel feels you squirm beneath him and smiles at how receptive you are. And he’s only just started.
He pulls his mouth away and looks up at you. “Feel good?” He teases to which you nod. “Good.” He licks his lips and drops his gaze down to your shorts. He wants to take his time with you, make you feel good, and give you the experience you deserve. But the desire pulsing through his veins is eager. “Can I take these off?” He asks, snapping the band of your shorts.
“If you take your shirt off,” you smile, greedily grabbing for his chest.
“I guess that’s only fair,” he chuckles, sitting up slightly to pull the shirt over his head. He tosses it to the floor and leans back over you, your chest flush against his. He kisses your lips sweetly as he traces circles through the fabric of your shorts. “Now can I?”
“Yes,” you breathe, lifting your hips so he can pull your bottoms off. He sits back on his heels, lifting your legs, and kissing your skin as he rolls down your socks, too. His hands soothe over the goosebumps that form on your thighs before settling his body between them.
“Are you okay?” He questions, sliding those hands up to your panties. “We can stop--”
“Please, don’t,” you groan, frustrated and flustered.
Joel laughs and kisses your inner thigh. You tense for a second and then relax, looking down at him. He does it again, this time using his teeth to nip at the sensitive spot he’s discovered. He feels comfortable enough sucking a bruise into your flesh here. No one else will see.
Your hands grip the bed sheets next to you, mind racing, swirling with a million different thoughts, unable to focus on just one. No one’s ever been this close to you. And no one has ever made you feel so weak yet so strong.
“I want to taste you, darlin’,” Joel mumbles into your skin. For a second, you forget how to speak. You never thought you’d hear those words come from Joel. But they sound so good and he sounds desperate, even. “Will you let me, baby girl? Will you let me taste your pretty pussy?”
“Oh, fuck,” you whine, nodding your head furiously. “Yes, Joel,” you groan. “Please.”
“I’ve been dreaming of this moment, princess,” he tells you with a slight blush. His fingers dip into the band of your panties, slowly pulling them down. “Been dreaming of my head between your thighs, my tongue inside you. I used to be jealous of those guys you were with. How silly of me.”
His little confession sends your brain into another dimension. You can’t believe he just said that. Oh, but you were right. He does have feelings for you.
And he’s proving it to you by kissing up your thighs, taking his time to taste and explore every part of you. You whimper at every touch, eager for him to take you, make you his. But he’s moving so slow, you can barely stand it.
“Baby,” he coos, holding your thighs in place to stop you from thrashing around. “Relax,” he grins. “I’m gonna take care of you, I promise.”
“I need it,” you whine, trying to buck your hips up. “Please, Joel. I’ve waited s-so long.”
“And you can wait a little longer,” he teases, pushing himself up slightly. He brings two fingers to your lips, pressing into the soft flesh. “Open,” he orders. “Suck on my fingers.”
You groan and part your lips as Joel demands, sucking the two digits into your mouth. His eyes darken as your tongue rolls over them, getting them nice and wet with your saliva. You’re an enthusiastic one, trying to take them deeper. That cute little mouth of yours begins to drool around his hand.
“Good girl,” he praises as you moan around him. The sounds you make are so adorable and the light suction of your lips feels so sweet. He can admit now that he’s imagined what those lips would feel like wrapped around his cock. Given the way you’re trying to deepthroat his fingers, he knows you’ll be a greedy little cockslut. But that’s for another time. Right now, it’s all about you. “You’re doing so well,” he hums.
He pulls his fingers from your lips and you watch him as he slides them between your legs. You tense up, nerves taking over until Joel kisses you. He’s gentle, pressing a finger to your entrance once your rigid body unwinds.
“Oh!” You gasp as your body curves against the mattress, absorbing the feeling of Joel’s finger. You’ve touched yourself before, but nothing can compare to the caress of another person. And for it to be Joel is on a whole new level. Yes, you’ve pursued him, but you never imagined he’d be here, in your room, slipping his finger in and out of your cunt.
“Sound so sexy, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his finger through your slit, gathering your slick before pushing it back into you. He’s mesmerized by you, by the way your legs spread for him, overwhelmed with the notion that he’s your first. He’s the only man who’s touched you like this.
It’s sick, a little bit, the fact that he enjoys corrupting you. He likes the way your pretty little cunt squeezes around his finger. He likes that when he adds a second one, a heavy moan rips from your throat, a sound he’s sure no one else has heard before. He likes watching as his two fingers pump in and out of your virgin pussy demanding your juices leak out of you.
He loves the way you writhe beneath him, your hands pushing up against your pillows for something to hold on to while he finger fucks you quickly. He loves the way your perfect tits bounce from the force of his motions, knowing that your messy behavior is because he’s making you feel things no man has.
“J-Joel,” you stutter, grinding your hips down against his hand. “I-I need it,” you mewl. “Fuck, I need…”
“Tell me,” he growls, rotating his wrist until his fingers find that tender spot inside of you. The little moan you let out at his discovery is so fucking hot that he doesn’t hesitate to brush over that bundle of nerves over and over. “Tell me what you need, baby girl. And I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you whatever you fuckin’ want.”
“Oh, my god,” you choke, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to enhance every sensation rippling through your body. “I want y-you to…” You trail off as your words fail you. Your eyes roll back as Joel curls his fingers inside your wet cunt. “F-fuck,” you whimper.
He almost feels bad for teasing you, but watching your body fall apart beneath him is so satisfying. “Aw, poor girl,” he shakes his head. “You want me to lick your pussy, is that it? Huh? You want my tongue buried inside you?”
You nod, biting your lip so hard you taste metallic on your tongue. “Yes, yes,” you groan.
He doesn’t say anything, situating himself between your legs until you can feel his hot breath clash against your core. He doesn’t spare another second, bringing your legs over his shoulders and flicking his tongue through your sopping folds. You can’t contain the sounds you make at the feeling of his intrusion.
You can barely look down at him, too aroused that Joel Miller, a known leader in Jackson, a friend of your father, a respected citizen, is eating you out with fervor. His wet tongue feels so heavenly as it laps up your juices you have to resist the urge to squeeze your thighs around his head.
But you’ve never been in this position before. You don’t know how to act as he plunges his tongue inside of you, licking at your dripping core with desperation. The sounds he makes as he buries his face into your cunt are feral and you can’t stop yourself from grinding into him.
He accepts it, moaning as your taste coats his tongue. He wraps his arms around your thighs to pull you closer, and you yelp, shooting your hands to his hair. You grab onto his graying strands, tugging hard as you lose yourself in the feeling. You can tell just how wet you are from the slurping sounds Joel makes mouthing your pussy.
You sigh in ecstasy as his lips wrap around your clit. He sucks lightly, moaning into you and sending vibrations up your spine. It’s such an unfamiliar pleasure, but you feel so lucky that Joel’s treating you right. You knew waiting for him would be worth it.
“Fuck, Joel,” you moan. “Feels so good. Don’t stop,” you breathe, and as soon as you say it, he stops.
You whine, propping yourself up on your elbows as Joel tears his face away from you. His beard is damp with your slick and his smile is lazy, he looks drugged up, almost. It’s kind of hot he got so turned on just by eating you out.
“Why’d you stop?” You frown and it’s so adorable, Joel can’t resist crawling back up to your lips. Your breath hitches as he leans in to kiss you, eyes closing when your lips meet. You taste yourself on his lips, and it’s so fucking seductive that you bring your hand to his neck to deepen the kiss.
“You taste good, don’t you?” He smirks, licking his lips. “Mm, I wish we had more time,” he admits. “I’d love to have you ride my face. Suffocate me with these gorgeous thighs. Cum all over my tongue.”
“Fuck, Joel,” you whimper, running your hands over his chest. “Don’t tease me,” you huff.
“Next time,” he grins and slides off the bed gracefully. You watch as he undoes his jeans, sliding them down his legs with his briefs following them.
Your eyes widen at his naked body, impressed at how well he’s kept in shape. Even more, impressed by his size. You lick your lips absentmindedly as a thought pops into your head. But it’s like Joel can read your mind because before you say anything, he’s back on top of you.
“We can save that for next time, too,” he winks.
“You want there to be a next time?” You ask him, suddenly feeling shy.
“Of course,” he says before spitting into his hand and wrapping it around his dick. “You said it already. You know how I feel about you.”
“You like me,” you tease, spreading your legs and welcoming him between them. “So naughty of you, Mr. Miller.”
“Says the girl about to get fucked by her father’s friend,” he points out and your face heats up. “Are you ready for me, darlin’?” He asks for the last time.
You nod desperately. “Fuck me, please.”
“God, that’s hot,” he groans and eases himself into you. You let out a little whimper, and Joel softly kisses your cheek. “Shh, it’s okay, baby, I’ve got you. I’m gonna make you feel so good. Don’t worry.”
“Uh huh,” you whisper, biting your lip to hold back any sounds. He rubs comforting circles into your hips as he slowly pushes half of his cock in and out of you. You feel the pressure, appreciative that he’s going at a pace comfortable for you. You want more, but you’re almost afraid to ask. You don’t want to seem overly excited.
But Joel can hardly focus on anything else but the way your walls flutter around him. You’re so wet, so tight, so hot. Your pussy grips him so deliciously he nearly cums. He knew you’d feel fantastic, but he still wasn’t prepared for just how perfectly you fit him.
“Can I move?” He whispers, hoisting your leg up slightly so he can angle himself better. You nod, muttering out a quiet yeah. And he takes it slow, pushing the rest of the way into you. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he mumbles as you surround him.
“Joel,” you gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders. “Fuck, I--” Words blur together in your head, leaving you speechless and unable to think one single coherent thought. All you can feel is Joel inside of you, stretching you with his thick cock, filling you up in all the ways you desire. “Please, oh god,” you cry out with no idea what you’re pleading for.
“So tight, baby girl,” he moans, picking up the speed of his hips. “God damn, you feel so good. Can’t believe I tried to let you go.” He shakes his head, mentally calling himself an idiot. He could have missed out on this. Missed out the cute faces you make as he pumps into you, the pretty sounds that tumble past your lips. He could have missed out on the feeling of your slutty little cunt squeezing him so tight that he wants to fuck you forever.
“Ungh,” you let out the most pathetic whine, pushing your ass into him, taking him deeper. He feels incredible, so long and hard and hitting that spot that makes your insides burn with need. “Faster,” you pant, digging your nails into his shoulder. “Go faster, ugh, fuck me.”
“Fuck,” Joel grunts, thrusting into you nice and fast, hips hitting yours so hard you can hear the erotic sounds of his skin slapping against yours fill your room. “So fuckin’ hot,” he groans, pulling you against him. “And so needy. This is what you wanted, isn’t it baby? To have a man fuck you senseless, take your virgin pussy all for himself.” He grins a wicked grin and moves his hand to your chest. “Mm, all behind daddy’s back.”
You roll your eyes at the comment and from the pleasure of Joel’s dick splitting you in half. That’s such a touchy subject, but you can’t lie, the fact that it’s practically forbidden makes it so damn alluring. You get off on secrets, obviously.
“Don’t,” you pout, wiggling your hips as a way of asking for more. Joel’s happy to oblige, feeling his release quickly approach. He holds you down by your hips, driving himself into you, claiming you all for himself.
“What’s wrong, princess?” He teases as you scrunch up your nose. “You’re so fuckin’ cute. And you’re takin’ me so well. Doin’ so good for daddy,” he chuckles.
“Fuck, shut up,” you groan, slapping his chest. “Don’t say that!”
“Say what?” He whispers, rolling his hips into yours. “Daddy?”
“Joel, I swear,” you breathe out in frustration.
“I think it’s kinda hot,” he says. “You’re mine now, you know that, right? My baby, my little fuck doll. It’s only fitting that I be your daddy.”
“I, fuck,” you whimper, hating how hot it sounds when he says that. Oh, this is so wrong.
“Come on, princess,” he moans low and dirty. “I know you wanna say it.”
You shake your head, feeling weak as your orgasm nears. You’re gonna cum. You’re gonna cum so hard all over Joel’s cock you can’t fucking believe it.
“Please?” He purrs, moving his hand down your body until his fingers find your swollen clit. “I’ll make you cum nice and hard if you say it. I know you want to, baby. It’s okay.”
His fingers slowly roll over your clit and that coupled with Joel’s cock stretching you and his heavy breathing in your ear makes you want to give in to his every desire. Your tummy tightens as that familiar feeling intensifies. Fuck, fuck. “Oh, god, daddy,” you moan in encouragement.
“Oof,” Joel smirks, rubbing your clit faster. “That’s my good girl. So fuckin’ sexy,” he tells you. “Now, say it louder.”
“Daddy, please!” You cry and that’s all it takes for you to cum, fucked happy for the first time by the man you really like. Joel works you through your climax, licking his lips as he feels you squirt all over his cock. Your warm juices cover him, and shit, it’s so sexy to watch you fall apart beneath him. And a sense of pride washes over him knowing he’s the first man to make you cum.
That thought is what tips him over the edge. He looks into your hazy eyes and lets go, releasing his load, filling your pussy with his hot cum. He shivers as he shoots into you, clenching his jaw to hold down his sounds. He swears he’s never cum that hard in his life.
For a moment, he just stares at you in your post-orgasm glow. Sweat makes your hair stick to your face, you wear such a weak smile, and your eyes are so droopy. You’re beautiful. You’re satiated. He made that happen.
“Wow,” he breathes and holds himself steady as he pulls out of you, wincing at the sensitivity. “That was…wow.”
“No regrets?” You ask with worry.
“None,” he answers quickly. “You?”
“Nope,” You giggle.
You happily roll over on top of Joel, dancing your fingers over his beard. He smiles and it’s so beautiful it makes you all warm inside. You lean in to kiss him, soft and slow this time. For now, you’re content. You never want him to leave.
Unfortunately, your luck can’t last forever. In your state of happiness, you don’t think that your father might be home soon. So when you suddenly hear his voice calling for you, your stomach sinks and you look at Joel in panic.
“Pumpkin, I’m home!” Your father shouts, announcing his return.
Joel hops out of your bed, tripping over the messed-up sheets to hurry and put his clothes on. You look around your room for something to slip into, grabbing your panties from the floor and then tearing through your blankets to find your nightshirt.
Just as you pull it over your head, your bedroom door opens and the smile falls from your father’s face. He stares in horror as Joel buttons his jeans, standing shirtless next to your bed that’s obviously been used. Red flashes before him as he looks at you, your messy hair and lack of pants. It all sinks in. And he loses control.
“Motherfucker,” he grumbles and lunges at Joel, grabbing the other man by the throat and knocking him to his knees. “I'll fucking kill you!” Your father screams, choking Joel with such force you can hear him gagging.
“Daddy, stop it!” You yell as tears well in your eyes. “Please!”
“You shut up!” Your father hisses, glaring daggers at you. God, what have you done? How could you do this to him? How could you do this to yourself? He’s so disappointed in you.
“Don’t hurt him,” you whimper, running over to try and pry your father’s hands off of Joel’s neck. He’s far too strong, you fear he might actually kill Joel right here in your room. “Stop, please!” You cry, pulling at his arm.
“Fucking pervert,” your dad spits and you watch with horror as Joel’s eyes flutter closed all while your father shouts. “You’re going to fucking pay for this.”
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empty til she fills | fuyumi todoroki x reader
You’re beautiful, really. It’s truly no wonder why they chose you for the job, every line and curve and fold. They’ll never be able to capture you the way you really are. Nothing compares to the real thing.
Her eyes gaze over your neck, down your chest, over your stomach, your thighs. That familiar hunger sits in Fuyumi’s stomach, aches in her jaw. She wants to bite you everywhere that she can, really make you bleed. But Fuyumi doesn’t feed from anything but animals, and it’s not like you’d satisfy her hunger anyway. She’s given up on that feeling a long time ago.
Notes: Hiiiii everyone!!! This is the first installment of vampire empire and it’s all about fuyumi!!! It’s much shorter than I thought, but when it was done it was done u know? I love her I think she should be allowed to go apeshit and drink blood and not hold back if she wants to!!!!!!! Let her fuck!!!!!! Anyways yeah thanks for reading!! (title from vampire empire by big thief) u can listen to the playlist for the whole anthology here! Also I made a Pinterest board!
Warnings: 18+, minors dni, f! reader, explicit content, dark content, angst for like the briefest moment, violence, vampires, detailed descriptions of blood and gore (on both reader and another person), murder (u kill someone! It’s offscreen tho), blood kink, biting, drinking blood (fuyumi drinks from reader, u both drink from the dead man), biting and drinking from already open wounds, fingering, oral (reader eats fuyumi out!!! Yay!!!) (bloody), bloody sex, reader is sort of a masochist, soooo many commas, a line completely stolen from fascination (1979) cause I had to ajsjsjsjs, perspective changes between u and fuyumi like a lot idk I’m sorry she spoke to me<3
words: 4.3k
Fuyumi has always been a little unsure of what to do with her hands. When she sits, when she walks, when she kisses, while she waits. Where does she put them? Where do they go?
It’s the same, squeezing porcelain clay through her fingers, molding and shaping and running a wire through the middle and cursing when it doesn’t topple over. She’s bad with her hands, but she loves it, lumpy mugs and all.
And her mugs are lumpy, most of them break in the kiln, but whatever she’s proud of, she sends to her brothers.
She’s never been much of an artist, and all the years she’s lived (many, many years), none of it ever interested her. But when you’ve done everything, there’s no harm in trying. And so even though her pots and bowls end up twisted and misshapen on the wheel, she tries and tries until they’re at least a little bit useful.
The truth is that there, in the studio, surrounded by people who do all the same things that she does, mess up and try again, break things when they don’t turn out, or smash fragile wet clay held together by careful hands, Fuyumi feels human. She makes mistakes. She screws up. It’s something she’s never been allowed to do before.
Plus, you’re there.
The anatomy class pays you to model. Sometimes, she sees you run around in your long robe, buying snacks from the vending machines or remembering something you left in your car. She’s completely enamored with you, with your humanity, how free you seem. She’s envious, in a way, but really she just likes you, wants you—wants to bite you. Which is dangerous for Fuyumi because she stopped feeding from humans ages ago.
You collide on a Saturday night, left alone in the studio, separated by one wall. Fuyumi works late because she doesn’t sleep, and one of the owners of the building had given her a set of keys to lock up when she leaves. When she opens the door to the pottery studio, you’re out in the hallway, slapping your palm against the door next door and murmuring soft no’s as you peak through the glass. You have half a mind to just bust the thing down, except now you’re not alone in the hallway.
Fuyumi. The pretty vampire with streaks of scarlet through her ivory hair, cute glasses perched on her nose, and hands you think about way more often than you should steps out of the pottery studio. You’ve caught her staring at you before, and you can’t tell if it’s because she knows of the similar condition you have in common, or if she’s as interested in you as you are in her.
You both pause, caught staring at one another. The only thing on Fuyumi’s mind is that you’re probably completely naked under your robe.
“I—um, got locked out.” You say, finally, blowing air you have no need for out of your throat like a breath. It must be nerves. “My clothes are in there. My everything is in there.”
“Oh!” She shakes her head free of the thoughts of your bare body. Then a realization, “I have a key!”
You move out of her way and let her unlock the door, jiggling the key in the lock and pushing it open. You grin, press your hands into her shoulders and let out a squeal of delight. “Thank you!”
“Yeah, no problem.” She speaks, willing herself not to melt at the feeling of your fingers digging into her flesh for a moment. She turns to leave, satisfied with the interaction, enough to hold her over for a lifetime, maybe. Your hands on her shoulders, your robe against your skin, your neck.
“Fuyumi!” You call, and she feels like maybe she’s dreaming, or maybe she’s hearing things. But when she turns around, you’re looking at her expectantly. “Would you wait for me? I don’t really wanna walk to my car alone at night.”
It’s a good excuse, you think. Fuyumi’s got that bleeding heart (or lack of one). She won’t leave you alone.
“‘Course! Yeah, I’ve gotta lock the front, anyways, so—yeah, I’ll wait.” She nods, stepping back into the room and letting the door fall shut behind her. She watches you untie you’re robe at the middle, and she spins on her heel, facing the door again. She hears you chuckle, and it makes her feel a little silly. You’re naked for, like, four hours every day. It’s not like you would care if she watched.
But Fuyumi cares, because she doesn’t want to see you naked for the first time like that. She doesn’t want to see you naked and know she won’t be able to touch you.
“Okay, you can turn around, now.” You speak now that you’re dressed. She turns and you walk toward her, locking elbows. She leads you outside, locks the door with your hand against her arm like she’s yours, and walks you to your car.
“Guess I’ll see you next week.” She tells you, pulling away from you to walk to her bike. You call her name and it’s deja vu.
“Do you want to go get coffee?” You ask, stopping Fuyumi in her tracks yet again. She turns.
“It’s eleven o’clock at night.” Fuyumi says like an idiot.
“I just—I wanna keep…hanging out.” You say, and well, so does Fuyumi. Of course, she does. “Your bike’ll fit in the trunk. I’ll drive you home after.”
So, she says yes, stuffs her bike into your trunk with the back seats folded down, and ducks into your car.
You drive like a maniac, and you listen to your music way too loud, and Fuyumi hopes she doesn’t look as terrified as she feels despite knowing she can’t die in a car accident. But you can, she thinks, so yea, she’s terrified. And you drive like this all the time?
But you both make it in one piece, skirting into the parking lot of a diner with a yellowing neon sign out front. Everyone knows you inside, greeting you with happy smiles and asking you questions about your life, details Fuyumi hopes to know after tonight.
You take her to a booth in the corner, sliding in next to her instead of across, thighs pressed up against each other as a waitress brings you both a mug of hot coffee. You order apple pie with ice cream, and Fuyumi envies the fact that you’re even able to eat it. Since becoming a vampire, she’s lost any appetite for anything that isn’t blood.
“So, when were you turned?” You speak, licking vanilla ice cream off the back of your spoon, head resting on you fist as you stare at her. If Fuyumi had a working heart it would be beating out of her chest right now. “I don’t think you’re all that old. You actually seem pretty young. Tell me, maybe in the mid nineties, early two-thousands?”
Fuyumi opens then closes her mouth, unsure of what to say. How could you have possibly known (besides the fact that you got the decade way off)?
“I was turned in ’87 by an old boyfriend who couldn’t control himself.” You shrug, revealing the information like you hadn’t just told her that you, the little human she’s been so fascinated by lately, are a vampire.
“You’re a vampire.” She says—a statement—not a question, because of course, you’re a vampire.
“You didn’t know?” You ask, softer. She shakes her head, stares at the booth in front of her. She feels your fingers underneath her chin, and she’s not sure how she never noticed it before, but you’re hands are freezing. She lets you guide her to look at you. “Hey, are you okay? Did I freak you out?”
And it’s not that you’re a vampire. It’s not even that you’re a vampire that she was convinced was human. It’s that she wanted to bite you, wanted to feel that pop and gush, drink from you what’s not actually even being pumped through your body anymore, blood that’s lying dormant in your veins. And the thing is, she still wants to.
“I think I’m just shocked.” She speaks, willing herself to calm down, accept the situation, adapt. “I haven’t met another one of us here in town. It’s new, but it’s…good. I’m actually a little excited about it.”
“You don’t sound excited.” You observe, letting your hand fall to her thigh.
“I am—no really. I am.” She grins, leaning toward you. “How come you can eat real food?”
You think maybe she still hasn’t processed everything yet, the smile on her face a little unnerving. And there’s something in her eyes, raw, dangerous, hungry. It makes you shiver. “I never lost the appetite.”
“It tastes good to you?”
“So good.” You nod, unknowingly moving a little closer. Two girls pressed up against each other in a booth in a dark corner. Two vampires. Two monsters.
You’re there later than either of you expected to be, fingers intertwined, hands brushing away stray hairs, and words whispered against ears, tucking your face into her neck when you laugh at something inappropriate.
When you leave, Fuyumi tugs on your hand, interlocks two fingers as you walk to your car. You drive just as bad, but she doesn’t think she minds it this time. To die by your side, and all that.
When you drop her off at home, you scribble your number on her wrist with a green glitter gel pen and resist the urge to do something drastic like kiss her or invite yourself in.
Fuyumi realizes she’s left her bike in your trunk, her only mode of transportation to the studio besides walking. She eyes the green glitter on her skin and opens her phone.
left my bike in ur car:/ pick me up to go to the studio tmrrw? Read 2:22am
be there at 10 sent 2:24am
u can sit in on my class sent 2:25am
…
She does sit in on your class the next morning. You hold her hand and show her where to sit, a view of both the artist’s sketches of you and the actual you draped over a couch. It’s probably inappropriate to sit there all horny in the middle of this art class, but you won’t stop looking at her. You know exactly what your doing, mimicking the rise and fall of your chest like you’re breathing when she knows you’re not.
You’re beautiful, really. It’s truly no wonder why they chose you for the job, every line and curve and fold. They’ll never be able to capture you the way you really are. Nothing compares to the real thing.
Her eyes gaze over your neck, down your chest, over your stomach, your thighs. That familiar hunger sits in Fuyumi’s stomach, aches in her jaw. She wants to bite you everywhere that she can, really make you bleed. But Fuyumi doesn’t feed from anything but animals, and it’s not like you’d satisfy her hunger anyway. She’s given up on that feeling a long time ago.
When the class ends, Fuyumi leaves to make more misshapen mugs, taking a few out of the kiln she thinks she’ll give to you. As the sun sets, both of you get ready to leave, and you’re at the door to the pottery studio by the time Fuyumi is done cleaning her space. You’re a little disappointed you missed watching her on the wheel, her pretty hands shaping the clay like you’ve seen her do many times before. You knock on the door frame, and she looks up at you, grins. Her hair is tied up, pieces of hair falling over her face, her cardigan falling down and exposing her right shoulder. You can’t get over how pretty she is, a little messy.
“Hi.” You speak.
“Hey. You ready?” She asks, throwing her bag over her shoulder and walking towards you. You always want to watch her walk towards you—never away.
“I’m ready.” You nod, intertwining your fingers with hers when she makes her way towards you. You drive Fuyumi to your house, your arm over the console and your hand on her thigh.
Your place is small, really just big enough for you. The walls are a mauve color that Fuyumi decides she likes, tiny star shaped twinkle lights hang over each window instead of curtains, a bundle of violets stuffed inside a beer bottle sit on your coffee table, books and dvd’s and records all stacked against one another with what seems to be no sense of organization in your bookcases. It’s really not much for a vampire.
She sets her tote bag carefully on the counter, red and white checkered, pulling two of her signature misshapen mugs from inside. One painted blue with tiny yellow stars and the other lined with terribly drawn strawberries.
“These are for you.” She tells you, turning to face you as you’re bent over your stereo, looking for a station you like. Bits from the past stick with you like a refrigerator magnet. Fuyumi wants to remember the look on your face when you turn around and see her gift for the rest of her life.
“I love them!” You gush, rushing over to pick both of them up. “They’re perfect. One for me, and one for you. We’ll drink blood from them with our pinkies up and cheers to LeFanu.”
Fuyumi laughs, says nothing about the blood. “I’m glad you like them.”
You turn around, opening one of your cabinets open with a finger, setting the mugs down on the counter and moving two snoopy holiday mugs on one shelf towards the back. You set the gift down in their place and wave a hand over it like your presenting them on a gameshow, “I’ve replaced the snoopy mugs with them. That’s a big deal, you know.”
“I’m honored.” Fuyumi grins, moving around the counter to stand near you.
“You should be.” You lean a little closer to her, let her hand brush against your hip, hook her fingers in your belt loops. You nudge your nose against hers, and she takes that as a sign to kiss you.
Chapped lips meet yours, hungrier than you expected, much less soft than the girl before you. There’s a burning in your gut, her hands, those hands you’ve payed so much attention to, pressing into your hips, pulling you flush against her front. You let out a moan when she swipes her tongue against your lip, your bodies pressing closer and closer like you’ll become one person. She moves her leg in between your thighs, pressed up against you, and your mouth falls open in a gasp, one she wastes no time taking advantage of, all tongue and teeth, all her, her, her.
The two of you end up on your couch, unable to make it to the bed. If you had to wait any longer, you think maybe you’d both explode. She eats you out, there in your living room, makes you come three times in a row, familiar hungry eyes never stray from your own.
…
She doesn’t talk about the vampire thing. Ever. She goes quiet when you bring it up, busying herself with something else like washing the dishes in your sink or trying to find something to watch on tv. You mostly let it go because you know Fuyumi. You know how fascinated she is by humans, how she envies them, how that envy and fascination is the very reason you’re together now.
And maybe it should hurt you, the fact that believing you were human was the one reason she’d been so interested. But you know her, bleeding unbeating heart and all, she loves you. She loves you and your monster, she just doesn’t love her’s.
It’s difficult to drag the body through your house alone, vampire strength being something you hadn’t been blessed with once you’d turned all those years ago. Fuyumi sent you a message that she’d be at the studio late and would probably just end up going home instead of coming over. You figure you have time to drain this guy of all he’s worth, pack him up into little tupperwares in your fridge and be done with him by morning.
You’ve done this a million times before, dragged a body out to your back yard, fed from it until your satisfied before saving the rest. It’s enough to last you a couple of weeks. It’s a good system.
You don’t hear the sliding door open, you just hear Fuyumi say your name. You look up at her, blood on your mouth, your neck, your hands, fangs poking out underneath your top lip. You’re sure you look terrifying, but it’s the look on her face that scares you.
It’s disgust, and betrayal, and anger. It’s tears welling up in her pretty, gray eyes and her mouth falling open and closed at the sight of you.
But Fuyumi, well, Fuyumi wants to join you. It’s taking everything in her not to fall to her knees and sink her teeth into the neck of this possibly innocent man. She wants to drink and kiss you, and drink, and touch you, and then drink some more, this time from your neck. But Fuyumi doesn’t kill for blood, and she thought that neither did you.
“I can’t believe you.” Her words are quiet. If you both hadn’t been outside on a completely silent night, you don’t think you would have even heard her.
“Fuyumi…” You begin, standing up from where you’d previously crouched down, blood on your hands falling against the concrete in sticky splatters. She takes a step back like she’s scared of you.
“You killed him.”
“Fuyumi,” another step.
“Stay there.” You stop. It’s not supposed to be like this. She’s supposed to love you. She does love you. You have to tell yourself that.
“I’m a vampire. What did you expect? This is who we are.” You try to explain.
“It’s not—it’s not who I am.” She shakes her head, flashes of red appear behind her eyes, the teeth of her brothers, her hands covered in blood the same way yours are now. Laughing, hollering, arms tangled together, the last time they’d all been with each other, the last time they were happy.
“It is. It is who you are. Fuyumi, you’re starving.” Your words seem to do something to her, her mouth falls closed. A decision is made, and her feet take her closer and closer to you and the body on the floor.
She wraps her hand around the back of your neck, thumbs through the blood you’re covered in and kisses you. She licks the blood on your lips, moaning from either your tongue or taste, you’re unsure. You pull her close, blood smearing against her white t-shirt. She pulls away from your lips, kissing your jaw and your neck, poking her tongue out to lick up the mess. You place your hands on her cheeks, pulling her back to look at you.
“Come here.” You whisper, pulling her down as you crouch to the ground. “I want you to drink—I want to share.”
She lets you pull her down, taking your hand in hers, slippery, slick. You move away from his neck, leaving it open for her, urging her. This is what she wants. There’s something about drinking from your bite in the man’s neck. You’ve been here, you’re bite is her bite is her blood.
And, god, is it delicious. She drinks, lets it fall down her throat in large gulps, dripping down her chin and neck. A sound escapes her throat, guttural, everything she’s deprived herself of having, here in between her teeth. She watches you while she drinks, eyes looking up through white lashes, reaching a hand out to hold you by the wrist, grounded. She pulls away, heaving, even though she has no need for breath. Her lips, saturated in red, begging to be tasted.
“You’re beautiful like that,” You speak, squeezing her hand, “with his blood on your mouth.”
She kisses you, all tongue, her fangs catching on your bottom lip. She pulls away and pushes you down, lets you bite the other side of the dead man’s neck, pets your hair as you drink. It goes on like this for a while, kissing, drinking, touching, whispers of please and oh, god and both of your names over and over until you’re a jumbled mess of words and sounds and blood and guts.
You stumble, half naked through the door, Fuyumi’s hands and lips all over you. You don’t make it to the bed, a habit the two of you have seemed to form, falling down on the hardwood, limbs all tangled. With her shirt already discarded outside, you thumb the hooks of her bra open, throwing it to the side. Blood has dripped from her throat down between the valley of her breasts, and you lick it up, feeling her back arch as she hovers above you.
She kisses your neck, almost frantic. Her fangs brush against your skin like she might sink into you, but she doesn’t, just kisses you so sweetly.
“Can I bite you, please?” She moans. “I need to—I’ve wanted to—”
“Yes.” You interrupt her, throwing your head back against the floor and baring your neck to her. She wastes no time sinking her fangs into your flesh, blood pouring into her mouth. Coppery and sweet, a hint of licorice and cherry—Fuyumi thinks she can’t get enough. You gasp, hands grabbing at her waist, fingers digging into her sides enough to leave a mark. You’ve never felt pain like this, all agony and bliss.
She smiles at you, bloody, when she pulls away. A part of you is her’s now, nestled between her ribs, living in her stomach. You taste yourself on her lips, hands pulling at her jeans, your leg moving between her thighs to grind against her cunt.
You flip her onto her back, sucking on her neck, venturing down her body. You pull her jeans from her legs, along with her underwear, spreading her legs. She’s so wet, thighs sticky with arousal as you run a finger through her folds. A whine escapes her lips as you thumb over her clit. With your eyes on her, you press your tongue to her entrance, watching how her face contorts in pleasure. It reminds you of the way she’d stared at you while drinking from the man, hand clutched to your wrist, not once daring to look away, With one hand, you reach up to do the same, bloody fingers circling her wrist as you devour her.
She writhes, arching her back and grinding against your face, a mess of slick and blood pooling in your mouth as you bring her closer and closer to orgasm.
“Please!” She cries, “please! Oh my god!”
Her moans only spur you on as you speed up the movement of your tongue, squeezing her wrist as you let her move her hips against your mouth. She comes with a strangled cry of your name, legs shaking around your head, falling limp against the floor as you lick at her swollen clit. You pull away, rising from your place in between her thighs to hover over her.
“Like that?” You ask her, placing soft kisses against her jaw. She manages a soft mhm before moving her face to kiss you.You run your hands up and down the sides of her body, “so pretty…”
“Let me touch you.” She begs, pushing herself up onto her elbows. You nod, letting her maneuver you so you’re on your back again. She kisses you again, swirling her tongue against yours, tasting herself. In a way, part of her is yours now, too.
She slips her hand into your underwear, gasping at the feeling of how wet you are. You take the opportunity to lick into her mouth, moaning against her lips as she slips two fingers inside of you. She pulls away from your mouth and eyes the open wound on your neck. You lock eyes with her, nodding in approval, allowing her to bite you again.
She bites and curls her fingers inside you at the same time. A choked scream escapes your throat at both sensations. You move your hips as she pumps her fingers in and out of you, her throat bobbing with each drink she takes from you. It’s overwhelming, and so satisfying, being the consumed for a change.
Her thumb brushes over your clit and you jolt, gripping her waist as she brings you closer to the edge.
“Kiss me!” You cry, “Fuyumi!”
She pulls away from your neck, watching how the blood flows from the wound, continuing her movements against your pussy. You pull her down to kiss you as you come from her fingers. You’re both moaning against each other, passing your blood between your tongues. She pulls her hand from between your legs, stares at the pink-tinted slick and how it webs between her fingers before wrapping her lips around her fingers and sucking them clean off.
She smiles down at you, hair a mess, glasses-less as they’d fallen off much earlier. You press your palms against her cheeks, admiring her. This Fuyumi is hungry, and bloody, and the furthest thing from human. You love her like this. You’ll be her’s forever, if she’ll have you.
You pull her into the shower with you, washing the blood from her hair and her back, taking turns and watching the blood swirl down the drain. She cleans the wound on your neck, and places a bandage over it, though you know it’ll be healed by morning. You place her glasses back onto her face. The two of you fall into bed, finally, arms and legs tangled together, huddled closely. She rubs over the bandage on your neck.
“Next time, I wanna bite you, okay?” You ask, nudging your nose against her. She lets out a laugh you’re excited to hear for the rest of your immortal life and nods.
“I can’t wait.”
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omg please more perv!robin!! i have a sleepover fantasy where the reader isnt innocent just inexperienced and robin gives her her first orgasm cuz shes never been able to give one to herself 🫠🫠🫠🫠
this is just. mwah. chef’s kiss!! amazing. beautiful.
c.w. 18+ content. thigh riding. fem reader.
“are you serious? like… cross your heart and hope to die, serious?” robin questioned, sitting up from her spot on her bedroom floor to lean in closer to you.
the expression on her face was nothing shy of shocked— big blues wide at the idea of you never having been able to get yourself off. her sheer shock making you want to cave in on yourself with embarrassing, hands coming up to cover your heated face.
“yes!” you exhaled, words muffling in your palms. “god, i don’t know what’s wrong with me.. maybe i’m broken or something. just— just shut up about it.”
she smiled a smile that would’ve made your stomach flutter had you’ve seen it. there was something about the idea of you being not so well-versed in your own body that made her heat up.
scooting closer to you, her ringed fingers reaching up to wrap around your wrist prying your hands from your face.
“hey, don’t hide from me.” she rasped, leaving very few inches between the two of you. “maybe you’re just not touching the right spot? i’m sure we can figure it out.”
“we?” you choked a bit, eyes dropping from her freckled face to your lap, the closeness of the two of you making you even more nervous.
“yeah.. you could tell me what you do and i could offer some pointers. y’know, we’ll compare notes?” she explained casually, trying to warm you up as much as she possibly could.
you finally pulled you hands from her hold, reaching to grab the stuffed animal that you brought along with you for the sleepover. wrapping your arms around the teddy bear, you sat silently considering the embarrassment of explaining how you masturbate to your best friend. fixing on the fact that she is your best friend, you convinced yourself it’d be fine. the conversation god this far anyway.
“o-okay well I, uh, sometimes I just … rub it?” you started, voice hardly above a whisper. “but I don’t always feel something when I do that so then i’ll.. try you know.. putting fingers inside but it hurts when I add two.”
“and just one doesn’t feel like enough?” she finished your sentence for you, thinking of you laid out on your bed desperately trying to fuck yourself.
the lewd image in her mind making her ache even more for you. she wasn’t focused on herself though, she just wanted to get you there. wanted to take care of you.
“whenever I do it, I just like to grind on something. a pillow or the corner of my bed usually.” robin explained, tone a bit suggestive.
“i haven’t tried that.” you admit, pit in your stomach starting to twist at the feeling of her hands on your thighs.
robin’s warm hands crawled their way up from your knees to your hips, bringing you into her lap. it wasn’t unusual for her to get you this close to her, sitting in her lap was something you’d done often— though, sitting on her like this while talking about something so personal made you feel fuzzy in a way you didn’t understand.
“think you should try it now. that way i can help you get there.” she suggested, hands holding your hips a bit tighter, shifting you so that your pajama covered sex was sitting against her thigh.
“o-on you?” you questioned, heating up between your legs. her thigh slotted between yours making it impossible to clench your legs shut.
she smiled, noticing the involuntary stir of your hips. you began to squirm, the thin layer of your pajamas beginning to dampen from arousal you didn’t expect to leak from you.
“yeah— just so i can make sure you’re doing it correctly. gonna be fine, just trust me.” she leaned in to kiss beneath your ear, whispering the words.
robing flexed her thigh against your covered cunt, arms wrapping loosely around your waist to keep you close. the added closeness pulling a whimper from you.
just trust me
the words echoed in your mind. you had no reason not to trust her— more than that you couldn’t deny the way this situation made your pussy ache for her.
you only nodded at her words, hips beginning to coyly rock back and forth against her. the soft cotton of your underwear picked up a nice friction against your tender bud. your swollen clit dragging slowly over her clothed thigh.
“robin.” you whined, picking up the pace a bit, arousal beginning to soak her pajama covered thigh.
“yeah, i’ve got you.” she hummed, licking a short line up the side of your neck. “good girl, keep doing that.”
your whole body was tense, though you began to unravel very quickly. feeling her lips start to press small wet kisses up the side of your neck. she held you close to her, one hand slipping under your shirt to get a feel for your chest, pinching your nipple lightly.
you started to feel overwhelmed very quickly— pitiful whimpers falling out of your mouth to land against the curve of her next where your face was hurried. you’d never had this much friction to your clit before, it pulsed so much she could feel it despite the layers of fabric covering it.
“pussy’s all sensitive, isn’t it, baby?” she taunted a bit, flexing her thigh again so that you were pressed harder against it.
“feels so. much.“ your words slurred, unsure of what the sentence was even suppose to make out to be.
“i know, pretty girl. just keep doing that. fuck yourself on my thigh.” she cooed, hands smoothing over the stiff peaks on your chest, toying with them.
you fell practically limp against her. hips desperately and lazily jumping her thigh, you slick and swollen pussy grounding down against her eagerly. you’d never felt like this before. never even gotten close to feeling, well, close. it consumed you, just as much as her hands on your body did.
“think i’m, fuck, i think close.” you muster, feeling it begin to swell up inside you.
she continued pawing at your chest, rolling your nipples between her fingers. her mouth working gently against your neck and shoulder. all of that coupled with the feeling of your swollen clit rubbing down against her thigh sent you to the edge. before she could respond you were at your climax. breathless sobs came from you, your body writhed against her. a mess of arousal gushing it’s way out of you, soaking over her thigh.
“fuck— you soaked me.” she breathed, letting you ride out the end of it.
once you’d settled a bit she let you move off her lap, motioning down to the sticky wet fabric of her pajamas that was now clung to her thigh. the mess you’d made causing your whole body to heat back up, this time in embarrassment.
“hey, it’s alright. i liked it. “ she assured, leaning over to kiss your cheek.
“me too.” you admitted, squeezing your thighs together wincing at the remaining wetness.
“good, let’s get changed. got me all riled up over here, you’re not the only one soaked.” robin smiled, standing up off the floor to begin stripping herself free of clothes— a big wet patch showing in the seat of the underwear she’d discarded.
the sight of her bare like that made you swallow. her clit engorged and poking out past its hood. you’d never seen another girl naked before— especially not robin, but fuck.
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Crush
Finale
Part 1 is here
Part 2 is here
Part 3 is here
Part 4 is here
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader
Plot: There is nothing quite like realizing you're in love with your best friend when it's too late right?
Warnings: mentions of hospitals, , mentions of someone being shot, mentions of blood, fluff because i felt like it
"Hi."
Y/N turns to glance at the door, and when she makes eye contact with Spencer she softly smiles. Penelope stands up from her place beside the bed and gently brushes his upper arm when she steps past him. "Hey, boyfriend." Spencer chuckles slightly and crosses his arms:" Yeah, sorry about that. I just wanted to make sure that the doctor would call me as soon as there were any updates." "Don't apologize."
Y/N can see them, the puffed red skin underneath his tired eyes that nearly completely disguise his dark circles. "Are you okay?", she questions and furrows her forehead, he just nods:" Yeah, don't worry." The young woman points at the free chair:" You know, that I am always going to worry about you. I can't help it."
Spencer does what he's told and once he sits down Y/N holds out her hand for him to hold. He swallows thickly, almost as if he is holding back tears. "By the way, did you do something to your hair? Looks great."
"Why are you so nice to me?", he blurts out, looking down at his feet. Y/N's hand is still reaching out to him but it's like he cannot even look at it:" You almost died." "But it wasn't your fault, Spence."
He doesn't respond, instead, he drops his head into his hands. "Spencer?" "I could have done more but instead I let you bleed out on that stupid floor of that freak's basement."
God, her blood was so fucking shiny, sometimes he could still smell it. Yesterday, he dropped a coffee mug because he was convinced that it was filled with blood. He told Jennifer, that it slipped out of his hands, but he knows that he wasn't very convincing.
Y/N looks at him:" I know that not being in control of certain situations freaks you out, I get that. But I really wish that you could see the truth in what I'm telling you. This wasn't your fault." Spencer raises his head. "Remember when we were at Emily's place a couple of weeks ago and we were playing Monopoly, and you got so mad about always landing on Derek's fields."Spencer playfully rolls his eyes and scoffs:" I lost virtually all my money, because of those stupid train stations." He shakes his head, and for the first time, a little smile emerges on his lips. "That wasn't your fault either."
"Well, I wouldn't compare that to-.", he pauses when he notices the look on Y/N's face. He swallows thickly, before reaching out to hold her hand. His thumb draws sluggish circles on her smooth skin and he concentrates on the fact that it's warm. Her hand is warm and she is alive. Spencer takes a deep breath:" I'm glad you're still here." "Yeah, me too."
For a few minutes neither of them says anything before Spencer clears his throat:" You know, I wanted to ask you something back then. When we were at Emily's place. Actually, I've been meaning to ask you this for a while now." His free hand nervously runs through his hair. "What is it?"
"Would you maybe go out with me?"
Y/N opens her mouth, but when no words come out she closes it again. Her eyes scan his features. God, he is so handsome. He has always been that way. Her beautiful boy. She nods:" Yeah, I'd love to."
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P is for Pearl Necklace - Vinny
AN: What's that? Double update today! Happy Smutty Saturday!
The next day at band practice the guys are all laughing at Chris, finding it hilarious that it was an accidental thing that made him lose his round. Rick cracking a joke about how you’d think that Chris was the youngest member, the one who still lacks self control, earning him a water bottle thrown at him by Chris.
Vinny laughs watching the scene unfold, but refuses to pitch in with making fun of his singer, not wanting to make the man upset with him because it’s his turn to get a letter and he doesn’t want to make him go any harder on himself than he already could be. He knows that sometimes it's better to shut his mouth, to keep quiet and that right now is one of those moments. Plus he’s focused on everything that is happening right now, the practice they are supposed to be having despite the fact that half the group is goofing around. They haven’t played together in a couple weeks and need this before their performance at the festival tomorrow.
He is so glad when he hears Chris say something about focusing on practice, getting everyone back on track so that they can continue to work through things before tomorrow, luckily the festival is in PA so they don’t have to travel far for it, and can all spend the night in their beds. In fact it has become a little thing, all of the girls have decided they are going to go as well so that it can be a fun little trip for everyone together.
And now they are practicing again, Vinny in his element as he focuses on what he is currently doing, something that makes him comfortable. He honestly just wants to get this done so he can go home, rest before they are stuck on the road tomorrow. Luckily they finish running through the set list and feel comfortable enough to end it for the day, helping the crew load up everything on the trailer and now they’re just sitting around, having something to eat before they all leave.
Chris stops after taking a sip of his water before glancing towards Vin. “I’m in a decent mood right now so I’ll go easy on you, Pearl Necklace. Nothing that crazy or hard… mostly so you are well rested tomorrow.”
“Why does everything I get always have to do with oral? I swear to god, altoids, face sitting, now this…. “ Vin grumbles, looking down at his box of chinese food with a grimace. “I mean I guess it could be worse, it’s not like she’s never blown me but”
“You’re complaining all you have to do is get head.. Are you fucking nuts?” Ryan asks with a grumble, unable to believe it. Why would Vinny complain he got something easy, what the actual hell is wrong with him?
“No, I’m just… I am glad I haven’t gotten anything crazy but I feel like I am missing out on some of the fun I guess..” Vinny answers honestly.
“Be glad….” Chris says with a grumble, thinking about last night again as he takes another bite of his food with a sigh. “Okay, anyway, tomorrow just show me a photo of her necklace, yeah? You can hide her face and shit like just a close up but I want to see it to know you did it.”
“Of course that is how you want me to prove it you pervert,” Vinny says with a groan, moving to throw his empty containers away before walking out for the night, ready to just head home.
Later
“Hey Lot,” Vin says as he makes his way into the house towards you, glad that you may not have officially moved in but you are pretty much living with him regardless. He loves getting to come home to you at night whether it be your apartment or his.
He gives you a kiss, one of his hands resting on your cheek for a moment before he looks at you with a smile. You still have your makeup on from work, look so pretty right now to him. You always do but right now more than usual, maybe it's because you look so happy right now compared to how you have been lately, he isn’t sure but he loves it.
“You look beautiful tonight Lottie, I-I’m not sure what’s different about you today but you do look great tonight,” he says, leaving a kiss on your forehead while he pulls you into a hug for a moment, wanting to be close to you.
“You sure you’re not just sucking up for your next letter?” You tease, knowing that isn’t what this is. Here lately the two of you are closer than ever and it is honestly nice, the little trip has seemed to help and allowed both of you to express your true thoughts and feelings, brought you even closer together.
“Well that too, but no, you genuinely look wonderful today. I like it when you look happy, you always look beautiful but more so when you are happy.” He says with a smile before pulling away from you, leaving a slight squeeze on your ass through your jeans with a chuckle when you look annoyed.
“Go take a shower sweaty, then you can tell me your letter and we can get started yeah? Considering we all have a long drive tomorrow it’s probably better than waiting okay?” You ask, glancing at him for a moment.
When he nods and starts to walk away you smile at him, happy that he seems to be in a good mood, that he is happy himself. You were worried practice might not go well after a few weeks off, but it must have because he seems to be having a decent day. It makes you happy to see him in a decent mood, he looks cute when he's happy.
You settle in his bedroom, taking a seat on the bed, reading while you wait for him to finish his shower. You get distracted while you wait, not realizing that he has finished his shower until he takes a seat next to you.
Damp hair, in a clean pair of boxers and nothing else… fuck, your boyfriend is attractive like this. Or is that just the fact the romance novel you were reading just had a really smutty scene you just finished… or both? Either way you shamelessly check out your boyfriend where he sits next to you, not caring if he notices.
“Like what you see?” He asks, a smirk playing on his lips as you look over at him. Catching you in the act as you let your eyes run over his body. Instantly making you flush and glance away, caught.
“Maybe I do, have a problem with that?” you ask, trying to sound more confident than you currently feel.
“I’d say do something about it… wait, I never told you what our letter is. Chris was pretty generous, it's just a pearl necklace, and I know you know what that means because of the books you read. Thing is.. After I give it to you I have to take a photo to show him.” He says, fingers ghosting along your thigh that is barely covered by the shorts you have on.
“Hmmm, okay. I’m game,” you respond, settling yourself on your knees in front of him. Looking up at him as you slowly ghost your hands over his little bit of the bulge that is starting to grow. “It’s me paying you back for our letter F huh?”
You tease, lightly slipping your fingers underneath the band of his boxers enough to feel it but not enough to actually touch him, wanting to toy with him a little bit. You’re feeling confident for once and it definitely shows. You decide to lighty run your fingers along his length as you slowly slide his boxers down his thighs, your eyes watching his as you do.
You smile, realizing he's already hard for you and you’ve barely touched him. He’s always really responsive, ready to go for you and you love it. Love that you don’t have to try that hard to make him want you. You can feel his eyes on you as your hand wraps around him, lightly stroking him to bring him standing the rest of the way before you lower your head. You tongue leaves teasing trails down the length of him before you then circle the head with it a couple times. Happy when you hear him groan softly as you tease him, letting you know that you are getting to him, which is your goal.
“I’m getting to you aren’t I?” You ask, watching him as you continue to tease him.
“Fuck baby, yeah you are,” he says softly, one of his hands threading in your hair to pull it back from your face so he can see you easier.
You finally wrap your lips around him as you slowly take more of him, moving a bit lower along his length as you slowly bob your head, not quite giving him enough and knowing it. You want to see how far you can push him before he gets rougher with you, gets annoyed and takes over.
The answer is not much, because he slowly uses his hand that is in your hair to gently push you down further, making you take all of him as you try to relax around him, gagging slightly but trying to control it the best you can for him as he slowly uses his hold to help you move along his length, but not enough to make it uncomfortable. You still have a majority of the power here as you do as he wants, him not taking control from you quite yet but you hope that changes soon.
“Can I?” He asks you, you know exactly what he is asking and nod. Backing away from him slightly so he has room to stand up and do what he wants to with you, you are just as excited about it as he is.
This time when you take him back in your mouth his hand in your hair holds you in place as he starts to rock his hips, working himself as he sees fit in your mouth, slowly at first but then going harsher. Knowing that you can take his cock like a good girl and let him fuck your face with it as he sees fit.
“You look so pretty like that, tears running down your face as you try not to choke around me,” he praises, his thrusts getting harsher, finding himself growing closer.
There's something about seeing you down on your knees, so willing to let him use you for what he needs, how he sees fit that makes you that much more attractive to him. Makes him want this that much more.
Eventually he stalls when he pulls you all the way down on him, able to feel your throat swallowing around him on instinct for a moment before pulling back, watching you closely as you choke on him. Knowing that he has this power of you right now, you’re letting him do this. That’s all it takes for him to fully go for it, now chasing his high as it grows closer and closer as he uses you, thrusting rather harshly now as he hits his end. Quickly pulling out of you and holding your head back so that he can finish against your throat, meeting his end of the deal as he watches it slowly start to run down your body. Realizing he still needs his photo as proof he quickly takes the photo and then runs off to find you something to clean yourself off with, helping you do so as you move to sit on the bed.
He also has a second damp washcloth that he uses to help you clean up the makeup that's now running down your cheeks from when you eyes were watering while you worked him over. He gently takes the rag and does it to help you, wanting to help take care of you like you did for him.
Sometimes it amazes you when he does this, how he can go from being rather harsh with you to so gentle in just a few moments but that is a part of why you love him. That he can go back and forth with you and keep you on your toes, be harsh with you and then remind you that he loves you.
When he’s done cleaning you up one of his hands settles on your thigh again, slowly tracing patterns on it as he trails it up, glancing at you.
“Your turn.”
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Fuck it Friday
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from my buddie bachelorette wip! takes place right after buck and eddie get into a fight their first week on the show
The punches Eddie gave him are nothing compared to the look Maddie is giving him now as Chimney is patching him up in one of the mansion’s rooms they made into a makeshift infirmary. She’s currently facetiming him as Chimney is putting a splint on his nose.
“What the fuck, Evan?” A sinking disappointment makes its way further into his chest. She hardly ever calls him Evan anymore, instead calling him by his nickname nowadays. He didn’t want to answer her when she called, but he knows if he didn’t then Maddie would get even more worried and he couldn’t do that to her. “It hasn’t even been a week yet and you’ve already been in a fight? Maybe this is a sign you shouldn’t have done this.”
When Buck told his sister he was going on The Bachelorette, the first thing Maddie did was burst out laughing. He just realized that Abby is never going to come back from Europe – too long actually, and although he could see it on his sister’s face, he’s forever grateful she never said a sympathetic “I told you so, and I’m so sorry” to him – and he was having a shitty time getting back into the dating scene. Before Abby he tried, sometimes. But mostly he was focused on the getting laid aspect more than developing an emotional connection with someone.
Then he met Abby. Falling in love with her…he wanted that again. When he couldn’t find that over the many people he matched on dating apps and met through happenstance he felt that Abby must’ve been it for him.
Until he saw the auditions for The Bachelorette.
He’s familiar with the show, obviously. Maddie’s made him watch it sometimes when it’s her turn to watch a show. Sometimes a hookup would want to watch it as the Netflix portion during Netflix and Chill. He remembers whenever the bachelorette realizes how much she’s falling for a guy and how real their love feels when they become vulnerable with each other.
They can’t fake that.
Maddie didn’t approve. Thinks he is becoming desperate. “You just have to be patient. You’ll find your love, don’t try to force it. Also I really don’t need to see my baby brother embarrass himself on national television.”
“Hey, just be grateful your brother’s nose is the worst of his injuries,” Chimney says. Buck tries to glare at the paramedic the show hired in cases like what happened between him and Eddie, but Chimney is one step ahead of him and hands him a bag of ice. Gesturing for Buck to place it on his eye, he keeps talking to Maddie. “Besides, watching your brother try to beat the shit out of Eddie is the least dangerous thing I’ve had to deal with.”
From Buck’s phone, Maddie raises an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’ve seen worse.”
“Oh yeah! Used to work on The Bachelor before I asked Hen for a transfer.” He shudders. “Once you see a heel where a heel should not be…”
“I used to be an ER nurse, trust me I can imagine.” Maddie’s head tilts to the side and a small giggle comes out. If Buck had the ability to narrow his eyes, he would. “But tell me anyway? What’s the story behind that…?”
“Howard. But most people call me Chimney. Don’t ask. And actually it happened a few seasons ago between-” Chimney takes Buck’s phone, walking out of the room. In between telling the story to Maddie, he tells Buck he’s free to leave with the ice packs. Just be sure to bring them back once they’re warm.
He hopes that when he brings the ice packs back, he gets his phone back too.
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Tiny Swords - Eddie Munson X GN!Reader
NO STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 SPOILERS!! ONLY CHARACTER!! SET MAYBE A YEAR BEFORE THE EVENTS OF SEASON 4!
an; sooo... did anyone else fall in love with him and think he was the best part of this season and went out and bought the hellfire shirt and is your tiktok fyp just full of him too.... No?? What the fuck are you doing here then? /lj / j
PLEASE ENJOY I'M SO IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN ITS NOT FUNNY HAHHA
WARNINGS: GenderNeutral! Reader, friends to lovers, slower pace, fluff, kissing, making out, biting/marking, poor knowledge of 80s technology and dungeons and dragons but we manage... I hope (sorry), maybe a little ooc?? denotes to smut though doesn't include any
(completed) PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | MASTERLIST
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"Are...?" Your gaze shifted your gaze to look towards Eddie as the rest of his sentence died down on his tongue,
"Hmm?" You hummed in questioning, ignoring the movie playing on your television.
Eddie Munson was nothing like you had expected. The two of you went to the same middle school but never shared the same classes- you'd only heard about his insane antics and theatrics, sometimes even seeing him messing around during lunch. He built this weirdo reputation that sometimes came off as intimidating, so you never really went near him. It wasn't until High School that something changed for you...
It was definitely the hair... Maybe his confidence too. Although jarring at first, it was honestly like a breath of fresh air compared to how uptight and 'one dimensional' your peers were. Were they enjoyed their parties and sports and pep rallies and ragers, you favoured the wilder bunch- the outcasts and the misfits.
It began when you started occasionally helping Eddie in his math and history- since you shared those same classes- and he helped you with English. Even if his methods were unconventional, you much preferred them to any teacher you've ever had. He'd make you conjure up some fantasy world with its own rules and physics and characteristics. He makes you think up the strangest characters and wouldn't settle for your 'Bob of The Fields' in 'Normallia'. His efforts proved successful when your teacher began praising your work, though Eddie's praise meant more to you than a passing grade. As the stories got more complicated with their intricacies and details, he'd help by pointing out plot holes and mistakes. He was honestly phenomenal- no doubt due to playing Dungeons and Dragons so much.
You'd never been crazy about the game. You'd only heard some things in passing but always assumed the game was only accessible to some freaky nerds who had nothing better to do with their free time. So it surprised you that Eddie wasn't a nerd at all... Freaky, yeah... He sure made the Hellfire Club seem like some exclusive VIP club- the way he'd gush about his campaigns to you in the beginning. You'd always thought it was cute. He'd get this spark in his eyes that made them shine with giddiness and excitement- his energy always spiked up and he'd become more animated than usual. And you'd be lying to yourself if his constant chatter about the club didn't make you at least a tiny bit interested.
He did eventually ask you to join. You had been planning on coming to a session to surprise him but your fear got the best of you. After all, you knew nothing about it- just that it was on Thursdays after school. Besides, you were already hanging out with him more than enough, what if he caught on to your crush? He finally asked when one time, you had forgotten to do your English homework the night before, being preoccupied with chores and taking care of your siblings, and were rushing to get it done before class,
"Hey so uh..." He spoke up from where he sat across from you, breaking your focus. When you looked up, he was half laying on the little picnic table way out in the woods. As you met his gaze, he sat up straight, bouncing a little in his seat. You hummed as an indication for him to go on, and then turned back to your homework. He didn't respond, but you could hear the wrinkling of paper next to you. You glanced up at him to see he had pulled a piece of paper from his bag and slid it over to you. Quickly scanning it you looked back at him confused,
"Was this part of this assignment?" You asked, feeling your heart drop. You knew this lunch period was coming to an end soon, so knowing you'd have to rush and complete another form before it ended only added more pressure,
"No, no," He quickly assured you, "It's a character sheet," He said, moving his arms out then back in, clasping them together as he watched your confused expression,
"A character wha?" You asked confused. He smiled at you then ducked his head, looking down momentarily,
"It's for Dungeons and Dragons. You make your own characters and then you role play as them. I just finished the new campaign I told you about a few days ago- we're gonna be playing on Thursday after class," He explained. So that's what he was scribbling away in his notebook the whole time. He wasn't usually so quiet during your hangouts, "I... Thought that maybe you'd wanna join this time?" He offered, "Instead of listening to my pitiful recreations. You know... Experience it for yourself?" He smiled,
"In your Hellfire Club?" You asked for clarification,
"That's the one," He clicked his fingers. You looked back down, looking over the chart and feeling your face contort with confusion as you focused on all the different boxes,
"Strength, dexterity-" you read out loud,
"Yeah so- the way you figure those out is-" Your head snapped up from the paper to the sound of the school bell in the distance,
"Shit- gimmie a sec Eddie," You said, quickly scribbling a few more sentences down in your English book as you heard him shifting around and packing his stuff,
"I can always cover for you saying you went to the bathroom," He offered, and you looked up to see him putting his jean jacket back on. Slightly mesmerised, you glanced back to his face, where he quirked his brow at you. Blushing, you nodded, going back to your work,
"Thanks, Ed, don't know what I'd do without you," You said, in a quieter, more mumbly tone than you'd wanted. You continued quickly writing away in your book, and upon moving your other hand to the table, you heard a slight rustle. Looking at the empty character sheet, you glanced back to where he was leaving, "Hey Eddie, you left this!" You called after him. Watching him momentarily run back out of the forest clearing made you smile, as you waved the paper,
"Oh! No that's for you- I can teach you how to fill it in after class today!" He said, "Room 240-B!" He added, running back through the trees. Glancing back at the paper in your hands, you smiled softly.
It had been the first time you'd actually hung out together- creating your character from scratch was more fun than you had expected. In fact, you never realised how fun the game was until that Thursday. The night before, you squealed and kicked your legs at the idea of spending your whole afternoon with Eddie. The evening went great- the other two players greeted you pleasantly as you entered and offered as much help as you needed with the rules and way the game worked before you started. Eddie was slightly late because of a detention, but soon arrived. In truth, it was he who sold the whole thing for you.
You clearly knew he was theatrical before playing- with the snippets of funky antics and theatrical nature you experienced in your tutoring sessions as well as in class, and paired with his unabashed confidence he truly shone. He was clearly in his element as the 'Dungeon Master', making you feel genuinely excited for the game. Seeing him so happy made your heart flutter, along with a happy warmth you hadn't felt in a while settling in your chest. Not to mention the smiles he kept giving you whenever it was your turn. It reached his eyes and made them sparkle, even in the low moody lighting. The whole campaign was euphoric. Escaping to another world and going on an adventure with Eddie? It sounded like a dream come true... Perhaps it was then that you realised you were in love with him?
When the game had ended, you didn't expect to feel so sad. Seeing that it had been almost three hours since school ended shocked you, and as you made your way out of the school, you happily said your farewells to the other club members. You left school with a bright smile on your lips that wouldn't leave, and when Eddie offered to drop you off at your house since it was getting dark you felt overjoyed. You tried your best to articulate how much fun you had, but the words escaped you. You kept reassuring him it was fun though, and you found him only grinning back at you
You quickly became a permanent member of the club, even helping them design their T-Shirts. You noticed you began to hang out with Eddie more, where your affection for one another blossomed.
It was one day, about seven months ago, when he'd invited you over to his trailer that you confessed your feelings for one another. It was a couple of weeks before the end of the year and you found yourself overwhelmed with the workload and your chaotic home life. You'd only been over at his trailer a few times, but it was by far more quiet than home. You were sat on his bed, and with a sigh, you dropped your pen into the open spine of your book and leaned back on his sheets. You took in his familiarly delightful scent immediately as it surrounded you, and your face fixed itself with a blissful smile,
"You alright?" Eddie's voice asked. He was sitting on his messy floor in a section of space he had cleared out for himself. You felt the bed move slightly as his head leaned back against the mattress near your thigh,
"Uhuh- yeah. I finally finished this assignment," You said, satisfied as you closed your book on the pen and sat up, throwing the book away from you on the floor. You sighed loudly as you pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes and rubbed your tired eyes, "Jesus Christ it's like she wants us to write fuckin' novels every time," You sighed,
"At least she gives a weekend and a day for us to finish it," He said, and you felt the bed dip next to you, indicating he had moved to sit next to you, ignoring his own work. Considering how long you had known each other for by now, you would say you were comfortable with your friendship. You gently leaned back, setting your head on his shoulder and looking down at the object in his hands. He had picked up your discarded English book and was skimming over the words you had written,
"And a day..." You repeated with a sigh. You groaned slightly as you stretched your arms and torso, before shifting to lean your back straight against the wall letting it stretch there. You watched him for a few moments. His warm brown eyes shifted around as they read your words, his smooth skin, gently blotted by minature freckles you could only see this from close, the soft pink tint of his parted lips. Subconsciously, you moved your tongue over your own lips, wetting them slightly as you continued to closely watch him, until his head turned to you,
"It's a really good, strong ending," He said with a smile, and you blushed as his eyes met yours, shining with a twinkle- the telltale sign of his excitement. With how good he was at make-believe, Eddie was a shitty liar. He was telling the truth now, "I like how you made who the killer was ambiguous enough to keep the reader entertained and guessing but didn't say who it obviously was so it's still fun to guess," He said, moving to lean his head against the wall next to you,
"You think?" You said with a smile, "D'you not think that kinda stuff is annoying? Withholding information?" You asked, "You really wouldn't prefer for me to just say 'this guy did it- he's guilty as shit!'"
"Not at all," He assured, "In fact, I like it more. I personally think it would have sucked if you just. said 'And the killer is...!'" He deepened his voice and moved his hand out, causing you to laugh slightly,
"So not like Scooby-Doo?" You teased,
"Scooby-Doo is bullshit compared to this. You've written a real murder mystery, darling," You knew it was teasing. You knew it was teasing. But God how you wished he could call you 'darling' all the fucking time. As if he was embarrassed, he glanced away, and you thought for a few moments,
"Well, thanks Eddie," You said, smiling softly as you shifted a little, "I'm no Sherlock Holmes but-
"Sherlock Holmes is the character- Arthur Conan Doyle wrote the book," He corrected with a smirk. You narrowed your eyes in a playful glare, and rolled them as he laughed,
"As I was saying-" You continued in a joyful tone, grabbing the book from him and pulling the pen out, capping the lid you had slotted on to the end. You threw it away from you back to his floor, letting it twist through the air and land with a thud," -I always appreciate your feedback- I like it when you praise me," You smiled softly,
"You do?"
"Well yeah- Mrs Clarke just yells," You said, and watched him smile at you,
"She never yells at you," He said,
"She yells at you plenty. And we sit next to each other, so some of it hits me in the crossfire,"
"Damn- you're blaming me?" He teased,
"Then stop fucking around so much," You grinned, watching him as he laughed softly. For a moment it was quiet, the only noise coming from the distant radio playing loud metal music somewhere else in the house. The two of you were alone, considering his uncle was out working tonight, "I don't remember if I thanked you for letting me do my work here," You sighed, "I know it's a Friday and you'd probably want to be doing something more fun than looking over my homework and sitting here in silence with me for hours but you know how crazy loud my house gets," You rambled,
"It's alright... I've told you a million times you're welcome to stay here for as long as you need and get whatever you want done," He assured. His voice was gentle and soft, and his words magically relaxed your aching body, making you lean closer to him. He really has told you you're free to be around him a million times. It was sweet- he'd always clear out a spot for you on his desk or swipe everything but the covers of his bed so you could do your work comfortably. Eddie would either stay with you, sitting quietly and chirping in whenever he'd ask if you wanted a snack or needed help with whatever he was working on, or he would leave you alone to do something else so you could work in silence- though he was never far. You could often see him from his room's window smoking outside, which led to him throwing rocks at the glass to get your attention. You'd smile playfully and lift it up so you could chat, before he'd playfully scold you and tell you to get back to work and disappear. You hoped at this point he wasn't annoyed with you, or that you were overstaying your welcome, or using him too much- before Christmas break, you spent almost every day at his trailer just studying for your end of year exams,
"I know, I just don't want you to get too tired of me," You said self consciously, though keeping a playful tinge to your tone so as to not worry him too much, "I know I'm irresistible and all, but sometimes I feel like it's a lot," You said, "Feel free to kick me out whenever, by the way," You said quickly,
"I honestly think you're the one person in this world I won't ever get tired of," He stated, his voice nice and low. The statement shocked you, causing your mouth to fall open wordlessly for a moment before you quickly closed it, blinking rapidly. When you looked back at him, he was already looking into your eyes,
"Really?" You asked,
"Definitely. I mean, if I didn't I wouldn't be hanging out with you so much," He said, smiling,
"You'd have a lot more free time," You commented, moving your head away,
"I'd honestly rather spend it with you," He said. You could feel his fingers gently moving some of your hair that fell in front of your face, tucking it back behind your ear. At the contact, you looked back at him. You could now feel the cool metal of his rings against your flushed cheek. He was unbelievably close now, and just staring at you with this... This look in his eyes like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. The only other thing he looked at like that was his guitar, hung proudly behind him, next to his bed. With a small swallow, you spoke up again,
"Eddie?"
"Yeah?" He breathed; you felt it against your lips,
"Are you gonna kiss me or just stare at me?" You whispered back, your mouth curling slightly into a smile. His eyes darted between your lips and eyes, and he swiped his thumb over your cheek once more before pressing his lips to yours in a gentle, loving kiss.
Dating Eddie Munson was the best decision you had made in your entire life. Every day was an adventure with him- and since you shared your first kiss, you found yourselves even closer than before. He started picking you up and driving you to school- and you thoroughly enjoyed screaming along to the lyrics of his favourite songs. In your free time, you'd somehow always end up at the picnic table together, laughing and talking the whole time. Your favourite thing to do with him was, after your DnD sessions, he'd take you on walks to his favourite locations in the Hawkins Forest and smoke.
On your first Valentines Day, he carved your initials into a tree by his favourite smoke spot behind his trailer. It may have been a small thing, but to you, it was the sweetest. He had also gotten you a necklace with a skull on it, which you quickly vowed to never take off. He'd also playfully stated you could have a lifetime free supply of weed from him- you hadn't taken him up on the offer yet, though. You always said there'd be a time and a place. You, on the other hand, had bought him a new ring which he, in turn, vowed to never take off- even in his sleep. And after spending countless nights together, you knew his words were true.
Now, you had somehow managed to make it through school to summer break, and when your parents told you they would be going on a camping trip with all your younger siblings, you almost couldn't contain your joy in declining their offer. Five whole days spent only with Eddie sounded like a dream too good to be true. You stocked up on snacks while he bought the drinks and happily joined you the morning after your parents left you alone. A few days before they left, you'd even gone out to Family Video and rented 'The Thing' for the sixth time. It was your first 'real date' as Eddie put it, to the theatre, where you watched it twice through before you got kicked out. After that, you waited for the VHS and regularly rented it to watch together- from then, it became your favourite, and you were glad to be watching it for the seventh,
"Jesus, you really don't get tired of this?" Steve Harrington asked as he typed your details into the computer,
"Not yet, unfortunately," You smiled pleasantly, grabbing the VHS from him and placing it into your bag,
"Hah- you might need to invite me over to watch it with you sometime," He said, giving you a flirtatious smile. With a confused blink, you glanced over to see your friend Robin roll her eyes and smirk at you,
"Ignore him- enjoy the movie!" She said, giving you a two-fingered salute,
"Thanks, Robin," You said, glancing back at Steve, "I'll ask Eddie if you can join," You teased, "Maybe he'll even letcha join the Hellfire Club. If you asked nicely," You said, smiling before turning to leave the store,
"Is that a yes??" He called after you; he sounded desperate. You smiled, barely hearing his disappointed sigh as you walked out of the store. At this point, you weren't entirely sure if Eddie was your 'boyfriend'. It was clear you shared a lot of love for one another, and you were going on dates and seeing each other and... Being intimate. But did that mean he was your boyfriend? Your... Boyfriend... Eddie being your boyfriend. It sounded good...
"Are you wearing swords for earings?" He finally says. It takes you a moment to register what he says, but when you do, you reach a hand up to touch the miniature plastic weapons and smile,
"Mhm," You nod to him, beginning to gently fiddle with the fake blades, "Y'Know when we went through all the old DnD stuff at Hellfire a few weeks ago, babe? The stuff we didn't use and were asked to donate?" He nods, "Found 'em, took 'em, repurposed them," You smiled proudly, "Stuck little hooks in too and everything. It was kinda a hard process. I did have to steal my sisters' earings and I had to break them apart, but I'm sure she won't mind" You smiled playfully as you waved a hand, "I thought they looked cute- I hope you don't mind," You said quickly, your relaxed demeanour dropping slightly, at his prolonged silence and unreadable expression. You quickly let your hands drop back into your lap, and gently bit your lip, "I'm sorry I should have asked I-"
"No, it's just..." He's still staring at you when you curiously look back at him, "I'm just... It's really fucking it's cute," He smiles and you blush, "Don't gotta get so embarrassed on me," He said playfully, and you moved slightly so you could pull your hair in front of your face to hide it. With a laugh, Eddie reached and grabbed your hands, "Don't hide away from me, lemme admire you," He was grinning the whole time,
"God, Eddie!!" You say playfully, letting him take hold of your hands and move your hair away from your ears, even taking the time to be gentle when moving the hairs that got caught on the false blades away from them. You let him meticulously work, regarding him with a loving gaze, "You honestly think they're cute?" You see him nod again,
"It's actually kinda hot," At that you burst out laughing, swatting his shoulder gently as he grins, "C'mon! You sit here looking like a total babe and expect me to not wanna reach out, my dear?" You laughed at his comment, shaking your head,
"Jesus Eddie," You sigh, and roll your eyes dramatically looking back to the movie, "Thanks," You say in a cheery tone,
Suddenly, he shifts much closer to you, so you can feel the warmth of his leg against yours. Then you feel his warm breath against your neck, and his warm hand moving to your hair and brushing it out of the way. One of his hands slides it away, then gently curls and brushed the back of your neck, keeping a gentle hold there. You can feel his hands there, just gently resting, along with the cool metal of his rings. Then his lips touch the sensitive skin of your neck, making you shiver as he places a gentle kiss there.
Fuck.
His gentleness always surprised you, given how intense he could be in his everyday life. He was very sweet and gentle with you, always holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world- not too tightly, just enough to keep you in place. It made you feel so... So fucking loved and happy you could melt. Or die. Or both.
You could feel his soft hair against your cheek, and you gently reached out to scratch the back of his head as he opened his mouth against your skin to gently suck your skin. With a shaky exhale, you felt his mouth curling into a smile on your flesh, before he gently grazed his teeth against your neck.
Fuck.
As you squeezed your legs together, he moved a hand to your thigh, resting it there at first before giving it a small squeeze. You placed your hand over his and squeezed it, silently consenting for him to continue. You felt the gentle poke of his tongue against your skin and couldn't stifle the soft moan that escaped your parted lips. Your eyes had fallen closed in bliss as he began to gently suck, lick and kiss your neck.
He moved his head lower to a spot he found you loved most, and bit into your skin. With a sharp, startled gasp, you squeezed his hand on your thigh, and gently tugged on the back of his hair. It earned a lovely low hum from him as he began to suck on your skin until it felt warm and tingly. When he pulled away, he gently blew air onto the mark, surrounded by wet skin, and chuckled gently as you shivered.
He move right back to kissing you, or rather biting another mark onto your neck as you whined his name and eagerly rubbed your thighs together. He was now kissing up your neck, and found himself at your jaw, gently sucking the skin there. As you moved your head to try and kiss his lips, you squeezed the hand he had on your thigh and attempted to move it further south, only for him to pull it out of your grasp and slap your hand away. Simultaneously, he moved his head back, but not too far, considering you were holding the back of it.+,
"Wha- What was that for?" You asked, not realising how whispery your voice had gotten. You felt dazed and your breath was shaky, chest rising and falling quickly as you stared up at him. Your breath hitched slightly as he moved his left hand up to his mouth and wiped his lips with the side of his hand. You swallowed hard and returned his small smile, looking into his lidded eyes. Your hand moved slightly to play with his hair, gently petting it,
"Felt like kissing you," He said simply, smirking away. With a small sigh, you glanced back at the movie and realised you wouldn't be too disappointed if you missed more of it... After all, there was always tomorrow... You flicked your gaze back at him,
"Yeah?" You asked, nodding your head once,
"Yeah," He said back, moving his head as you did. Your smile widened as you shifted closer to him. Purposefully, you moved your face close to him just so your noses could brush, before throwing one of your legs over his to straddle him. You gently settled your hands over his chest, and smiled feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your palms. You reached a hand up and began fiddling with the metal of a necklace he was wearing- it was a necklace you had gotten him on his birthday- a small disc with a wolf carved into the front and your initials into the smooth back, "Hello," He said lowly, making you look back at him. One of his hands moved to rest on your thigh and the other moved up to your neck as he now began to gently mess with one of your earings. You could feel his rings against your face, and you shifted your head to kiss them gently,
"Hi, Eddie," You said softly, smiling back at him,
"You come here often?" He asked playfully, and you laughed as he moved, shifting the hand from your neck to your back so you wouldn't fall. He only sat up more, and leaned forward to try and kiss you. Quickly pulling away you grinned,
"Uhuh, you'd know," You teased, moving a hand to touch his cheek with yours. You loved looking down at him like this- even if you were the same height (though he swears on his guitar that he's an inch taller) it fills you with a certain desire looking down at him like this- eyes wide and full of wanting, pupils larger than normal, and mouth fixed in a smile,
"Mhm..." He hummed, drawing it out as his hands moved- the one on your thigh stroking up and down while the one on your back shifting up to your arm and neck, grazing the fresh marks he had left and making you bite your lip at the pleasurable feeling they filled you with, "What're you gonna do up here?" He asked you smoothly, moving his head to try and get closer to you once again. Gently, you moved a hand to his shoulder, pushing him back so he'd be pressed against the couch. Slowly, you trailed it up his shoulder to the back of his neck, scratching at his scalp to make him sigh and tilt his head back. Leaning forward quickly, you kissed his neck in a similar way to him,
"I want to kiss you too," You breathed beginning to slowly undulate your hips against his as he let out a low moan. You'd want to give him the same treatment but found yourself too impatient; you trailed your kisses up his neck and touched his cheek before firmly pressing your lips to his. The hand on your neck moved into your hair to pull you impossibly closer, causing you to shift in his lap too, earning simultaneous groans from both of you. At the opportunity, he moved his open mouth against yours, and as your tongues met you released a shaky breath.
He smiled, gently biting the tip of your tongue and eliciting a small squeak out of you. You both laughed gently, before moaning into each other's mouths as the kiss grew more heated. He gently sucked on your tongue before sliding it over yours and further into your mouth. You quickly fell apart in your attempt to dominate him, and in an attempt to shift the control, you moved so you were kneeling over him. Considering the change in height, it caused him to lean up more to keep kissing you. Your desire for more only grew as he tried following your mouth with his.
A few more heated moments later and you pulled back, lips buzzing and heartbeat racing wildly. You moved to sit back on his lap, pulling him close as you let your hands rest on his cheeks and playfully kissed his nose. You let yourself catch your breaths for a moment,
"I love you," He said, and smiled wider at your suddenly shocked expression. Your heart began to skip a beat, as if it was about to fall right out of your chest. You laughed silently, a small exhale falling out of your lips, which he pressed a small kiss against. Considering he was still trapped beneath you, he could only kiss the corner of your mouth,
"You do?" You asked softly, swallowing again. You kept your hands still, letting one rest against his neck and the other, which had been in his hair, in his shoulder, as you felt your fingers begin to tremble,
"I do," He confirmed, nodding. His hair tickled your hands, "I really fucking love you," He smiled, moving to kiss you again, this time trailing his mouth down your neck and pressing more kisses there. With gentle hums, he repeated the three words in soft whispers as you felt your hands tremble more. The affection... It was almost overwhelming in the best way. You smiled to yourself, letting your eyes fall shut and small sighs to escape your lips,
"Love you too Eddie," He moved his head back up to look at you. You dropped your head slightly so you could look more into his eyes,
"You do?" He asked, making his voice a slightly higher pitch to mimic your response. As you laughed, he grinned, his teeth showing. You moved off his lap and got off the couch, offering your hand to him to help him stand. He grabbed your hand, kissing your fingers gently, before standing, "Glad to hear it, my love," You breathlessly let a small sigh out, glancing back at him at the term of endearment. Quickly, he moved to kiss you again, grabbing your face and holding you there while he kissed you
"Yeah," said against his lips, before pulling away to look back at him. He kissed your forehead, before moving his hands to your shoulders and smiling at you,
"Why're we standing?" He asked curiously,
"We- uh... Let's go upstairs," You offered with a slight blush,
"Mmmm," He hummed, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. You flicked your eyes from his mouth to his warm brown eyes, "Movies down here though," He teased. One of his hands was gently holding your arm, caressing your clothed skin,
"Yeah but I have a bed upstairs," You tried to clarify,
"Ahhh... Right," He smiled, moving closer to you, "The couch is fine in my opinion," Your eyes widened at his proposition. You glanced beside him, down at the couch you had just been sitting on, before looking at the movie still playing on the TV,
"Do you still have our cassette?" You asked, and watched as he moved away from you to grab his jacket. As he turned, you took a moment to admire him. The way his hair swung as he moved, the way the sleeves of his Hellfire shirt had moved up his forearms, exposing parts of the bats tattooed on his arm, the way he... was wearing jeans...
"Here- why?" He asked, turning back to you and handing you the rectangle. You moved to the radio cassette player and placed the cassette inside, waiting a few moments for the song to start playing and turning the music up just enough so you were sure the simultaneous music and movie would help drown out the noise. You turned to see him watching you, sitting on the couch already with his legs outstretched slightly looking so inviting. You walked closer to him, touching the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head, discarding it off to the side as you took your place back on top of him. His eyes had widened at your display, and you smiled to yourself,
"Drown out the noise," You clarified, giving him a playful wink. He grinned back at you, shaking his head slightly as he moved to kiss you again. His lips quickly moved back to trailing down your neck, eagerly seeking out the exposed skin now available to him and making sure to leave plenty more bruises against your skin, revelling in the sweet moans and weak sighs emanating from your bruised lips, as well as the way you gripped onto his shoulders and pushed his head closer to your body...
Eddie was completely in love with you, and desired to show you just how much every time you were intimate like this. Loving Eddie Munson was the greatest thing in your life by far. The joy he brought you was incomparable to anything- and you hoped this overwhelming feeling of love could last for as long as possible.
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Steve has been an amazing help in recent months. Dedicates most of his spare time to making sure that Eddie is comfortable, well-fed and taken care of.
In a boyfriend way, not a pity way.
Eddie is thankful for that. Everyone in this shithole town looks at him like he’s got an expiration date, and he doesn’t know what he’d do if Steve joined them. If he ever started to look at Eddie like he was already dead.
“Let’s make this quick, yeah?”
Smoke leaks from Billy’s mouth as he unfolds the wheelchair. Holds the handles steady from behind while Eddie leans out of the passenger seat of the van and hoists himself into it. Arms shaking. Lungs shrinking. He normally has Steve here to make the task easier, to help scoop him up or at least give him a helping hand, and maybe even a kiss on the forehead. Regardless of whether or not they’re in public.
But Steve isn’t here, and the most he gets is a steady hand on the wheelchair as he maneuvers into the seat and a pat on the shoulder when he’s done.
Billy shuts the door to the van and pockets the keys. Strolls past Eddie and towards the storefront, pulling the door open and holding it for a couple of ladies as they exit while he waits for Eddie.
Eddie who grips the wheels with pins and needles in his fingers and lurches himself forward. Heaving softly under his breath as he rolls up the slanted curb and through the threshold.
As he passes, Billy gently nudges his bicep with his knuckles.
“Breathe, Munson,” he encourages.
“You’re lucky I don’t have legs or I’d kick your ass,” Eddie wheezes.
The blond chuckles. Smoke curls in the air, and suddenly there are fingers wrapping around the chair’s handles. Eddie sighs. Rests his hands in his lap and lolls his head back, stares up at Billy as he gets pushed down the nearest aisle.
He’s not really sure why he insisted on joining Billy this morning. Maybe it’s because he’s been going a little stir crazy, confined to the first story of the Harrington house with nothing to do but mill around and watch tv. The board games and books that he was gifted by Dustin and Mike have kept him decently occupied, but even a nerd like him has limits.
Besides, the sun can do him some good, right? He has to be paler than a vampire by now—
“What kinda snacks do you feel like?” Billy asks. He combs a hand through Eddie’s hair as he steps around the chair to examine the shelves that they’ve parked next to. “You wanna switch anything up?”
“Anything but Twinkies. I’ve had so many Twinkies that if I smell the frosting I might puke.”
“Mm.”
Billy looks over the assortment of snack foods thoughtfully. Rolls his cigarette between his teeth and plucks a pack of Oreos from the shelf, plopping it into Eddie’s lap along with a few bags of chips.
All things that Eddie likes. Right down to the flavors and everything.
Though Billy simply stalks away and gestures for him to follow with the curl of his fingers over his shoulder, Eddie feels warm inside. Grabs onto the wheels and moves forward again.
The healing process has been… difficult. To say the very least. Dealing with phantom pains and bedsores has been relatively easy when compared to everything else. To the knowledge of fucked up parallel universes and the trauma that he’s endured.
His mind feels more fucked up than his body sometimes. Not that he’d ever breathe a word of that to anyone— specifically not to Steve.
The twisted flesh at his sides, the scar on his cheek, and the little dimples left behind from stitches are all physical reminders of the incident, as they’ve come to call it. Much like the Upside Down is an echo of Hawkins, Eddie views the physical injuries as echoes of his internal ones. Manifested, almost, as itchy blisters and puckered pink skin that refuses to tan in the sun.
It helps knowing that Steve bears similar marks. On his forearms and his sides, and his back. He doesn’t think twice about taking his shirt off at the pool or throwing on a crop top when it gets hot outside. Eddie admires that.
He also admires Billy in a similar respect. For continuing to unbutton his shirts down to his navel and flaunt himself despite the scar tissue that stretches from his sternum all the way down to his belly and wraps around his back. Angry and red and not at all a hinderance to his carefree attitude.
After all, what’s a little baggage to a King of Hawkins? Former or not.
The blond is browsing the end of a shelf a few aisles down, and Eddie wheels himself a bit faster. Plans on making some kind of screeching noise as he comes to a stop like a car coming to a halt at a traffic light. Just to make Billy laugh.
Because he has an oddly mild sense of humor like that. Aside from the obvious bitchy stuff that he’s more well-known for.
But that’s ruined when Eddie turns abruptly to avoid colliding with another customer exiting an aisle, snacks flying out of his lap in the process. Without even looking up, he dips down to pick up the items he dropped.
“Sorry,” he says. “Didn’t see you there.”
It’s a stretch. Strains the tired muscles in his back to reach for the bag of Doritos, but he’s so close, if he can just get a little closer—
The bag is kicked away, and Eddie barely catches himself with a hand braced on the armrest as the chair lurches backwards. He huffs. Feels a rush of panic seep into the hollow of his chest as he steadies himself and sits up, hands already shaking.
God, he wishes he didn’t have to feel like this. Why does he feel like this?
“You just can’t seem to leave me alone, can you, freak?”
Breathe, Munson.
Eddie inhales. Exhales. In through his nose and out through his mouth like Robin showed him once. Or was it in through his mouth and out through his nose?
The chair jerks back again, and this time collides with a small shelf of pastries, sending plastic boxes tumbling to the floor.
“I’m talking to you,” a voice hisses.
Eddie looks up. Gets a beautiful view of none other than Jason Carver glaring down at him. Fists clenched. Chest puffing. Looking like he’s on the verge of exploding out of his skin.
“Y’know, I’m getting sick of hearing your name everywhere I go. Of hearing people talk about you like you’re some survivor, some victim,” Jason says. “Why can’t you just get out of my life?”
It’s stupid. It’s so stupid, but Eddie actually feels bad for the guy.
He’s never seen a golden boy go sour in the public eye so fast. Go from the talk of the town, the pride of the high school, to social pariah.
That thought is quickly usurped by another, and Eddie pinches his brows together.
“What, you just want me to not go grocery shopping? Grow up,” he huffs. “It’s a small town, dude, we’re gonna bump into each other.”
Jason tightens his jaw. Squares his shoulders, and Eddie fears that he’s made a grand mistake for a moment before the thud of heavy boots on the tile approaches, and Jason is being spun around.
It’s lightening fast, the way the rage melts from his expression.
Cans clutter to the floor. The shelf nearly tips over with how hard Jason’s shoulders collide into it, and he breathes a pained sound as he’s pinned against it. A pair of fists tangled in the lapels of his letterman jacket.
“I should drag you out back and leave you for dead in a dumpster,” Billy growls.
Face inches away from Jason’s. Blistering red all the way down his neck like Eddie has never seen before.
His shoulders are bunched up. Cigarette pinched angrily between his lips, merely a butt now, and it sends a chill up the brunet’s spine just to bear witness to it all. Even more so when he notices that Jason’s sneakers aren’t touching the ground.
“Billy,” Eddie manages. Straightens and wheels himself closer. “Billy, it’s okay—“
He snaps his mouth shut when a sickening glare fixes on him. Then Billy turns back to Jason, who grips onto his wrists. Looking vaguely dazed.
“I don’t wanna see you near him ever again, you understand?” Billy warns.
Jason huffs.
“He ran into me. I’m the victim of a hit and run here.”
He grunts when Billy draws him away from the shelf and slams him back into it.
“Shut the fuck up, Carver, or I’ll smear you so hard against the sidewalk that you’ll be tasting brimstone.” It comes out quiet. Like a promise. “Do I make myself clear?”
By now, there are employees as well as other customers staggered around. Watching just like Eddie with baited breath. When Jason doesn’t respond, Billy slides him further up the shelf.
“Sign or signal. Now,” he prods.
Jason manages a nod. Pinches his lips together and grunts when he’s dropped back to his feet, straightening his jacket and immediately putting a good foot of distance between him and Billy, who’s still fuming like an overworked furnace.
He casts a fleeting glance at Eddie before he reluctantly turns away. Hisses when Billy flicks his cigarette butt at the back of his neck.
It’s probably the most scared that Eddie has been in months when a pair of blue eyes fixes on him.
But then Billy is crouching in front of his wheelchair. Eyes glassy as he sets his hand on Eddie’s thigh with the most delicate of touches, like he’s expecting the brunet to recoil from it.
“I’m sorry, Edd—“ his voice catches in his throat, and Eddie feels a sharp pang of guilt settle deep between his ribs. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”
For a moment, Billy just looks up at him. Then he nods softly. Reaches over and picks up the items that fell out of Eddie’s lap before he tucks them under his arm and stands up.
Eddie can do nothing but sit there as he’s pushed through the store. Straight back to the front and up to the register, where Billy checks out with less than half of what they came here to buy. It’s silent from then on until they get out to the van. Billy stows their single bag in the back, and just as Eddie begins to gear up to haul himself into the passenger seat, the blond steps in front of him.
“I think you’ve done enough for today,” he coos.
Gently reaches around Eddie’s back and hoists him up with ease. Sets him in the passenger seat carefully with a soft smile before he shuts the door and folds the chair closed.
Eddie… well, Eddie’s ears burn as he buckles himself in.
Waits patiently for Billy to climb behind the wheel.
When he does, he plugs the key into the ignition, but doesn’t start it. For a few tense seconds, he just sits there. A worm of guilt starts to inch up Eddie’s spine as he fiddles with his rings in his lap, already thinking of a mountain of apologies to give.
He knows that it isn’t his fault. That he couldn’t have predicted the events of today in order to stop them from happening. But he feels the burden of it anyway. Feels stupid and insignificant and—
Billy turns in his seat. Pulls Eddie into a hug. A tight, secure hug, and tucks his face into the crook of his neck. Eddie takes a flustered moment to remember to reciprocate it.
A lump gathers in his throat when he feels moisture against his skin.
“I’m so sorry, Eddie,” Billy sighs.
“It’s okay. I’m okay, Bills, I promise.”
He rubs Billy’s back soothingly. Squeezes him when he sniffles and tilts their heads together.
“I shouldn’t’ve left you, it’ll never happen again.”
“Just breathe, baby. Like you always remind me, alright? Breathe.”
And Billy listens. Inhales deeply and sighs into his skin. In through his nose and out through his mouth, funnily enough. Lets Eddie shush into his ear and rock them softly side to side until every one of his muscles is relaxed.
He might not handle every situation like Steve. Might not cook for Eddie or wait on him hand and foot like Steve does. But that’s okay.
Because although he makes Eddie work just a little bit harder for things, makes him push himself more than anyone else, he cares. Enough to scare the living shit out of probably the most feared guy in town. Enough to break down crying right afterwards for not doing more.
Truth be told, Eddie wouldn’t change that. Not for anything in the world.
#harringroveson#eddie munson#billy hargrove#steve harrington#billy x steve x eddie#jason carver#ficlet#st hcs#pretend like this is canon compliant bc this is as close to that as you’re gonna get from me lol#Eddie is an amputee#he has ptsd and anxiety#Jason is a raging asshole#Billy tough love Hargrove#protective billy hargrove#my writing#tender loving boyfriends taking care of each other#ughhhhhh😩
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Yeah! The g3!! I know it has certainly been a uhhhh controversial topic lol
Imo draculaura looks sooo cute
Certainly lolll
You know how it goes I'm gonna ramble again so I'll put the read more thing for the sake of scrolling past it 😭
Well I'll start off by saying that, in this era of reboots and mass adaptations of every mildly old franchsie ever, is kinda impossible to avoid negative reactions from the people who were fans of the first generation of such franchises, because it happens, when someone takes something you grew up with and changes it to a modern audience most people's reaction will be "what in the world that's not how it was back in my days" + the phenomenon of older generations not liking the stuff that comes all for younger generations and etc. And I mention all of this bcs this definetely affects how people's opinions on things such as design (of MH in this case) go, there's lots of strong biases in this conversation of reboots and all
And tbh I wasn't immune to that 💀 at first I didn't like a lot of small decisions they made because I was used to the old one and "the og's always better" type of opinion, monster high was a big part of my childhood and probably a big boost to my interest in art! Which is what I live for baisically nowadays so ofc I felt strongly about it 😭 but when I came back after some time I realized, hey it's not that serious. I don't even remember specifically what those things I criticized were about, so that's an indicator of how much I actually cared, deep down lol. Like, pink Lagoona did not kill me, can you believe that? /s.
My opinion as of now, is that I think the g3 designs are really cute on their own!! I'm gonna stop myself from comparing it to the first gen because for the most part that's a waste of time and also a huge tangent from where I want to get 😭 recent reboots are a product of this era and they adapt accordingly. Sometimes they hit sometimes they miss, I think g3 mh is going well mostly!
(Talking about the concept designs and doll designs in this part) g3 takes from general modern fashion, clothing-wise the characters are not draaastically different from each other, they all just dress like how teenagers nowadays do but each got their own little motifs to their wardrobes. I don't think this "lack of difference" between each other's outfits is an enormous one nor is it inherently a bad thing because hey, if it looks good it looks good, and you can distinguish their clothings between one another just fine imo. In some cases I got some nickpicking in terms of "the pattern of this shirt is not working with these pants" or "whoa there's a lot going on with these colors" or "they really love to put bright pink lipstick on everyone huh" but it's rarely something I heavily dislike (only cases I can remember are that I wasn't a fan of was Heath 💀 feels like halfway through the process of his design mattel said "no you can stop now he's good like that" nothing is happening with that look, it's crazy, what happened to my boy. And Twyla, that wasn't as bad a s Heath's, but it just didn't work for me)
I can't say anything about the quality of the material of the dolls themselves bcs I don't have any of the new ones but oh my god, I also think Draculaura is adorable 😫 I think Venus dropped too recently and I'd buy her for sure!! The braided hair is everything and her fashion sense is probably one of my favorites so far? I also love Abbey's doll, and Frankie too especially that one line that they got a guitar? Instrument? Rockstar theme I think? (I'd cosplay that, no joke) from what I can see the designs are putting a lot more variety on drawing and sculpting different body types, features and details on the dolls and I think that's super fucking awesome! G1 also experimented with facial features and details on the body every once in a while but not as nicely done as now!
For the animated series I understand they had to tone it down to some extent because inserting all details the dolls and concept art had could lead to technical trouble (I think), so it isn't fair to compare them to one another. I'm just gonna ignore the animated series in terms of design for now, cause it's in the dolls and in illustration that a franchise like monster high work best anyway. I don't think much abt the cartoon tbh and I'm also not up to most episodes, idk who else dropped recently. But honorable mention, in the standards of the animated series my favorite designs are Deuce and Medusa for sure
That's long enough of a post so I'm gonna stop right hereeee, this was more of an overview of the g3 as a whole rather than ratings of each character, but yeah! I'm no longer a hater, I'm ok 👍 (if you're one of the people who heard me extensively complain over g3 before in another social, honestly I don't even know what it could have been about but you know what, disconsider it, it's easier that way 😭) I may have more opinions about it but that's all I could remember for now. Also my brain is fried.
And I can always change my mind on this, so there's that! Someone get me a Venus and Frankie doll rn please and thank you
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Pairing: Seth Rollins x Michaels!Reader
Summary: You vent to Seth a little bit about the bullshit that comes with having a last name like yours in the wrestling business.
"Damn, and I thought some of the shit they had us doing at FCW was rough," Seth said as he laid down next to you in the ring. You were sitting cross-legged next to him, scrolling through your phone as you sipped on your water bottle. "That's just a normal little weekly session for you?"
"Yeah, I do that once or twice a week to make sure I don't miss a step when I get to shows," you told him. You said it like it was nothing, but you knew that it wasn't. You usually trained alone because everybody called you crazy for doing this all the time. It was the only reason you had never gone on Celtic Warrior Workouts, you didn't want some of your closer friends to worry about you overworking yourself.
"You have got to slow down, Y/n. That might be good for getting someone used to being in the ring, but I don't see how you can keep that up all the time." You could hear the concern in Seth's voice, which was the one thing you'd been trying to avoid with him for so long. Some people understood the pressure that you had been under since you walked into your first wrestling school, but Seth wasn't one of them. He had pressure to do good and succeed, but it was nothing close to what you did. He didn't have people critiquing every single thing he did and comparing every second of every single one of his matches to Shawn Michaels.
"I do what I have to do. That's how it has always been. I've got to show that I deserve to be here somehow," you said almost robotically. Seth sat up a little to get a better look at you. It had to be obvious that you were beyond tired and had something weighing you down. "I'm not the only one with something to prove Seth. You don't have to worry about me."
"But I do worry about you. Working yourself out like this isn't good for you, and I should have noticed how much everything was bothering you sooner. It's nice sometimes to have someone you can be yourself around. I'd like to be that for you," Seth told you. For the past few weeks, he definitely had been doing that for you. You just didn't like opening up about your dad and the shit that came with everyone knowing where you came from. Everybody was a fan of the Heartbreak Kid, including Seth. "Come on, talk to me. I'll even let you make fun of my hair."
"That's only fun over Twitter," you joked. Seth nudged you to get you to start talking to him, reminding you that he wasn't going to just let you deflect. "Things were going great for a little while, people were watching my matches for me. It was like they kind of stopped caring so much about who my dad is, and then DX had their little reunion. I love my dad, and I love what he's done. I appreciate the doors it's opened for me so much, but it's been months and I can't have a fucking match without someone telling me that one of my dad's moves would have worked better. But god forbid I do one of his moves and it doesn't end the match right there. I'm damned if I lean into being his kid, but I'm damned if I don't."
"That sounds like you're under a lot of pressure," Seth said. You nodded as you ran a hand through your hair. "I couldn't imagine having to live and work under all of that constantly. I'd have shattered, but you haven't. Instead, you push yourself to work a hundred times harder than everyone else. You're standing with the pressure of the world on your shoulders and turned it into diamonds. Don't laugh, I know it sounds stupid, but you should be proud of what you've accomplished. You've always been ahead of the game, and one day, everybody else is going to realize that you're bigger than your last name."
"But am I?" you asked him.
"You definitely are. Sure you don't have the title reigns or years of experience, but you've got the talent, drive, and hard work that's going to ultimately outshine it all. You've been putting on one-of-a-kind matches for years, and one day people are going to realize that. Some of us already have, but you've been so busy trying to keep yourself from getting crushed that you haven't had a chance to see it. So please listen to me when I tell you that you can slow down with the training and some of those moves. There's gonna be nothing left to surprise people when the world gets smart enough to let you have the moment you deserve." The passion in Seth's voice surprised you. You couldn't help the tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you launched yourself into his arms. "And if you ever need to hear it again, I'm more than happy to remind you."
#wwe x reader#wwe#wwe imagine#wwe imagines#seth rollins imagines#seth rollins imagine#seth rollins x reader#seth rollins
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𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍
Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros.
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: swearing
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Time seemed to go by quickly. With work, seeing Jax and bonding with the boys, your life seemed so … full.
Compared to a few months ago, when it was just you, your life seemed a little lost. No grand ideas or plans. Just working at Skeeter’s and taking it day by day. Now, well you barely had time to yourself. Except when Jax was away, and you were at work at 3am.
Jax promised that when he got back he would take you out on a date. One that would be the best date yet. To make up for him being away so much.
And that’s what you were thinking about when you heard a loud bang at the back door. You knew Skeeter had forgotten his key. Huffing, you wrapped your jacket closer around your body and trudged from the front desk through the cold building and down the few steps to the back door.
The back room was an awful yellow colour, a possible attempt at brightening the room. Although you had asked again and again in the past, Skeeter had never let you re-paint it.
White and chipped, the door was as old as the building itself. With a brass knob, you had done all you could to clean this room up.
Wriggling the bronze key in the keyhole, you twisted it and pulled, and a gust of air blew in.
“Forgot my-“
“Yeah I thought so,” you cut off Skeeter, who shut the door behind him.
“Everything all good?” He asked, wrapping his arms around himself. He let you lead him back to the front desk.
“We actually have a few things to discuss… and I don’t think you’re gonna like it.” You said with a grimace, having a small business – but this particular niche small business meant weird forms and certain taxes had to be paid.
Office work wasn’t exactly your forte, but you helped where you could because of how comfortable you were working here.
“Well fuck, lemme have a look at them,” you shuffled the papers and gave them to him, and he sighed as soon as he started reading.
“I’m gonna handle these,” he said, shaking the white bunch of a4 papers while lumbering off. His big boots made the ground shake.
With your shift nearly over, and with nothing else to do, you decided it was the perfect time for a smoke break.
Outside was sickly cold, but you weathered it, barely able to light the roll-up. Taking a few tries, you sighed in contentment as you leaned against the wall. Usually Happy would be here, and you’d have almost mental conversations; the ability to speak with just your facial expressions – and sometimes, even your eyes.
But he had gone with Jax, and you were alone.
You didn’t mind it.
The quiet.
Well, except for the chirping crickets, and the eyes that blinked from bushes.
A chill ran down your spine.
You had watched documentaries about the Appalachian mountains and the horrors that resided in them.
Blaming it on the cold, you cut your smoke break short and went back inside.
Since Jax was gone, you thought you would bring out your own bike. A 2004 Vulcan Kawasaki 800. Black, a bit of a fix-up, but you loved her.
However, you had been hiding your little lady from both Jax and the club, knowing an Old Lady...or any other woman in these men's lives weren't supposed to ride. But you’d had her before getting into the club, and you weren’t going to give her up now.
Whenever the Sons were away on business, you were partial to bringing out the ol’ gal, and now you started to bring her to work.
It wasn’t a secret per say, but you liked to keep the information on the down low. You didn’t know how other’s would react. There wasn’t a lot of biker women, not ones that were involved in the club. Hell, even Gemma didn’t have her own bike and she was seen as Queen of the bikers.
So, you feel as though you had to keep the information to yourself.
Unser and a few of the prospects were looking after the clubhouse while the rest of the Sons were away. And you had a heavy emptiness in the pit of your stomach. They were a big part of your life, and you missed them a lot. But you would never let them now that...
Maybe it wasn’t the best decision, but you rode over to the clubhouse and wanted to look around. Make yourself familiar with it. Your reason was that you thought you left an item of yours here a few months ago – when you had been kidnapped.
Oh, what a fucking thought. You had been kidnapped…was there something wrong with you? Because it didn’t rile anything up in you. Nothing at all. It was the same as saying, "tomorrow is going to be cold."
Your mind emptied as you sat on your bike in the lot. Letting the sun beat down on your black leather jacket and dark jeans. It felt nice. Filling you with warmth, so much so that it bordered on contentment.
What a sentiment.
That emotions could be evoked by physical actions. Or rather, emotions can be evoked by the elements themselves.
While sitting there, the motor switched off, a car came up beside you.
Taking off your helmet, shaking out your hair and flicking on the brake pedal. You looked to find a man in a light blue car. Not Wendy and not Gemma, you thought with a sigh. They must be looking after the boys.
Stepping off your bike, the stranger exited the vehicle the same time and you ended up walking towards the clubhouse at the same pace. Weird?
“Hey cariño (sweetheart), how are you?”
You couldn’t deny that this tall, tanned man was handsome. Maybe not conventionally, but there was a lot of charm that radiated off of him.
“I’m good, thank you.”
You hadn’t seen this man before, and had no idea what to do. Ask him if he needs any help? It’s not your shop … God what if he asks if you need any help?
While lost in your thoughts, you had both walked to the benches.
“I’m Nero,” he held out his hand and you took it.
“I’m Zo,” you replied going in for a shake, but Nero gently twisted your hand and brought the back of it to his lips.
“Oh-“ you huffed, and smiled, wide-eyed. You were so telling Jax about this. Would he get jealous? You hoped so.
Nero seemed to saunter away and you watched him with a cocked head, completely confused. “I have no idea…” you shook your head and walked into the clubhouse.
It was empty. As in… really empty, and quiet, which didn’t feel right. But it was a mess, and from the corner of your eye, you saw a croweater picking up trash.
Fuck croweaters have it bad, you thought. But your heart was too kind to let her do it by herself. You wouldn’t spend all day here, but lending a hand wasn’t too big of a commitment.
“Have any extra trash bags” You asked her, with your black heeled boots, tight jeans, black shirt and leather jacket.
“Uhh, you don’t have to-“
“I know, I want to.” You said as you spotted the bags. Ripping off one, you started filling it with everything.
“I’m Tina,” the girl said. She wore revealing clothes; a tube top, high heeled stripper shoes, and booty shorts. You had to look away every time she bent over. (The first time you didn’t look away in time and saw her lace g-string.)
Five minutes later, you heard the door open and close. You were on your second bag when a croaky voice filled the room.
“Hey, aren’t you Jax’s new girl? Zo?”
You turned to find an average height white man, he was balding and wore a run-down shirt.
“Sure am,” you replied with a small smile, still picking up rubbish.
“I’m Unser, nice bike.” He came over and shook your hand and regretted it immediately because it was sticky from liquor.
“Sorry,” you mumbled and gave him a wry grin. Trying to ignore the bike comment.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said and nodded his head. You were struck by the feeling of kindness. This man had a lot of heart. And a lot of goodness in it.
Only a day later, your wait had ended. At home, you switched off your tv as you heard the oncoming sound of a bike engine.
Jax had returned, and you were just as excited to see him as the first time he went away.
Even though he came back at the most odd times in the night (to a regular person), you were awake and bright, ready to welcome him home.
You were wearing a t shirt and a pair of underwear when you answered the door. A few beers already thrown back throughout the night, in anticipation and anxiety. But as soon as you saw him, all that dread dissipated.
�� “…Zo,” he didn’t waste a moment.
Picking you up, a hand on your bum and the other around your waist, your wrapped your legs around him and instantly you melted together.
“Oh, I missed you,” you whispered in his ear, biting down on his earlobe.
A low chuckle that promised … something… made your insides squirm. His lips attached to yours and didn’t leave your body all night. Not until you had both fallen asleep and woken the next day.
The next morning, after a night full of love-making, sex and fucking; yes all separate things. Jax's gravelling morning voice woke you.
“I’ve planned our day,” he said as he laid against the headboard. You were leaning against his stomach, perfectly contented. Jax twirled a piece of your hair around his fingers, marvelling at its colour. Brown with tinges of red in the sunlight.
“Oh- have you now?” You said, lightly biting a piece of flesh exposed.
“Yes-ow,” Jax replied, hunching over, and laughing.
“Oh, I didn’t even bite you that hard, you baby,” you said with a dramatic roll of your eyes.
“Huh, really?” Jax looked at you and you saw the intention before he even moved. You squealed as he jumped on top of you and started biting your skin. Not any harder than you had, but it made you giggle.
“Jax!” You yelled, and the dogs came running. They jumped onto top of the bed and started digging into Jax’s armpits and licking his feet.
“Ah!” He laughed, and you pinned him to the bed, the distraction giving you the upper hand.
Pinning his arms above his head, you gave him a deep kiss and said, “So, what do you have planned?”
Flipping you over, laying his body atop your own, he grinned down at you.
“Big breakfast, because later tonight I’ve got the boys to make a drive in for us.”
You blushed deeply because that was one of the things that you loved most. Drive-ins. It meant that he had been listening to you.
“Really?” Your ears felt hot, and Jax could see they were slightly pink. He reached out and rubbed the tip of one.
“I know I’ve been away a lot, and that’s not fair. Especially since we’ve just started this … thing between us.”
The breakfast was wonderful. Bacon, toast, eggs, juice; you deduced that Jax had one of the Sons, probably a prospect, to run out and get all the groceries. When? You had no idea. Whenever you were near Jax, time seemed to stop. As if you were in a trance.
You never thought the day would come. But it had, and here you were, with the Prince of Charming.
You felt like royalty. Well…you were royalty…In this world of guns and dealings, you were the partner of the leader. And his club was prospering, which meant you were the Queen of a prospering land.
Both you and Jax moved about your kitchen, scraping left overs into the dogs bowls’ and cleaning up the dishes and pans. You moved like magnets, opening and closing drawers and cabinets, washing and drying.
You wondered if he noticed.
He did.
Jax knew how he felt here. So, at ease. He couldn’t wait for tonight. And for the rest of the nights to come.
The night came by quickly, and slowly at the same time. It was one of those weird times when time itself hurried and yet took too long. It was most likely because you were filled with so much anticipation that you could barely sit still.
You watched a movie with Jax and then he left for a few hours, to fill the van with a mattress, pillows, and blankets. Two six packs and a lot of snacks.
During that time, you fretted over what to wear. Even though you would be looking at a screen for a few hours, you wanted to look your best.
Curled hair, a dab of concealer here and there as well as mascara.
He came to pick you up just as dusk was blooming across the sky. A brilliant swirl of purple, pink and orange. The clouds had departed and you looked up in awe. But only for a moment, because the man of your dreams was finally in your grasp.
With the car pulling up, you put on your shoes, picked up your bag and walked out the door. Walking towards the car, Jax got out and met you.
Holding your head in his hands, he kissed you deeply and when you pulled apart he gave you a wink.
“Let’s go.”
Jax walked around to your side and opened the door, helping you in. He took a moment to stare at your ass. And you definitely noticed but didn’t say anything. When he started the van up, your nerves turned into pure excitement.
You nearly gasped at the set up. In one of the unused parks, was a white sheet and a projector that was waiting for the two of you.
Chucky sat behind the projector and waited for the signal. Bobbing his head up and down, he was just as excited as you are.
You and Jax wriggled to the back, took off your shoes and got underneath the covers. With a fizz and a pop, Jax handed you a beer and you took it gladly. Clinking his against your own, you smiled up at him and snuggled into his side.
Chucky received the message and rolled the tape. A classic. 'IT,' starring Tim Curry.
In all honesty, if someone asked what movie you were watching, you wouldn’t be able to answer them. You were too engrossed in the look of Jax. The way he looked, especially after taking a sip of his beer. He was entrancing.
Thanks to all the beer you'd ingested, you blurted something out.
“Sometimes I feel like I don’t know you,” you said to him underneath your breath. You didn’t even mean to say it, you weren’t even thinking of it.
The night wasn’t cold, but it was nice to feel Jax close. His sent was musky, mixed with leather and cigarettes and a certain brand of cologne. You'd have to find out what it was.
“Well there were things about you that I didn’t know until today,” he looked at you with a raised brow and a ghost of a smirk.
“Oh, he told you, that fucking-“ you shook your head as your mouth gaped. Unser, yeah great with secrets.
“Babe, why didn’t you tell me you rode?”
“Because … Old ladies aren’t supposed to? I don’t know. I just didn’t want to give those who hate me another reason to.”
Jax raised both of his brows.
“And who hates you?” His arm pulled you closer to his chest, a silent reminder that he was here.
“Um, your mother, Wendy, the croweaters, I think Bobby doesn’t like me all that much-“
“First of all, Bobby is a short fat man with a permanent frown on his face. And he doesn’t hate you. Wendy feels territorial – as does my mother. I can speak to them tomorrow if you want me to-“
“No, no. Please don’t. If there’s going to be any talking it has to be from me.” But even as you said it, your stomach churned.
“And who is Nero? Because I met him during my visit to the clubhouse…” you trailed off, and watched a flicker in Jax’s eyes.
“He’s um, a partner in one of the club’s businesses,” he said shortly and you nodded, not asking anything more about it.
You were going to tell him about the hand kiss, but there was something there, something you could tell would hurt rather than be humorous.
So, you stayed silent.
The night ended earlier than you would have liked. Right in the middle of the movie, Jax got a call.
“What? How? Jesus fucking – okay, okay,” he shook his head and gave you a sorrowful face. The darkness of the van changed from comforting to distressing. For some reason, you wanted to turn on a light or ... transport yourself back home.
Something didn't feel right.
“What’s up?” You asked, already knowing the answer. Club business.
“I’ve got to go away again. Tonight.” For some reason, you felt sick. A churn in your stomach.
“I’m sorry babe, I know I said no more for a while but some shit has gone down and Chibs and I need to hit the road, tonight.”
You sighed but followed him to the front of the van. He slammed the back doors shut and jumped in the front.
"I'm sorry," he said. And you just nodded. A dark feeling washing over you. The drive back was silent, but he grasped onto your hand, and you held back just as tight.
At home you helped him packed.
You plucked his bag from the floor and started filling it with things he might need. Toothbrush, toothpaste, extra shirt, socks and underwear. But your hand felt something square and hard.
Furrowing your brows, you took it from his bag, but as you were about to open it, you heard his footsteps coming down the hall.
You shoved the leather cube back into his rucksack. Just in time to feel his arms slid around your waist and head rest in the crook of your neck.
“Just be safe okay?” You murmured and then turned to give him a bone crushing hug.
The tension in your shoulders started to build.
When he was ready, you walked with Jax outside, Angus and Django trailing behind you.
“I’m so sorry,” he said. For a moment he just held you. Taking in your scent, the way you looked in this moment, he nearly sighed. Your beauty was only one reason why he loved you, but he knew that word was much too soon to be said out loud.
Kissing your forehead, he rested his against yours and promised once again to be back soon.
“Please be safe,” you said with a sad smile, rubbing your thumb against his cheek.
“I will, Chibs is coming. The rest of the boys will be home. Here to look after you."
"I'd rather they be with you. I have a bad feeling Jax-"
"Babe, please. I'll be fine. I love you."
And the words were said. They couldn't be taken back, or unsaid. It was a slip of the tongue but he meant it.
You were gobsmacked and had nothing to say. So, that's how Jax left you. Open-mouthed and wide-eyed.
You watched him get on his bike and leave. But on the inside you were chanting the same thing.
He’s fine, he’ll be fine, there’s no one better for him to be with than Chibs, he’ll come back.
Those thoughts became a mantra over the next few days, especially when he wasn’t able to contact you.
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Just Shy | Edward Teach/Blackbeard
MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI
Requested by: @valoraxx
Hi!! I was wondering if I could please request a Blackbeard x reader where the reader is extremely shy? Maybe they stutter whenever they see him or try to talk to him. It’s up to you whether or not it’s headcanons or a one-shot. Thank you so much! 💕
Relationship(s): Edward Teach/Blackbeard x gn!reader (implied romantic; possibly platonic), Frenchie x gn!reader (platonic), Lucius Spriggs x gn!reader (platonic)
Summary: When Ed notices how shy you are around him compared to your friends Frenchie and Lucius, he decides that he wants to change it.
Warnings: Nothing you wouldn’t see in OFMD. (Let me know if I need to add any)
Word count: 1.5k
(A/N: The award for least creative title goes to: this fic. In hindsight, this meandered somewhat from the request and I kinda used this as a vessel to fulfil my desire to write for Lucius and Frenchie. Regardless of those aspects of the fic, I hope you enjoy this! Also, go check out my other OFMD fics if you haven’t done so yet! [Insert obligatory begging for OFMD requests])
Any rational pirate would constantly be on the verge of shitting themself if Blackbeard was aboard their ship. After all, even those who weren’t pirates had heard the gruesome tales of Blackbeard. Upon his invasion, the crew was a little anxious (and, of course, awestruck) to say the least. Though, when he proved himself to be far mellower than he seemed in all those stories you had heard about him, the crew’s trepidation seemed to be eradicated… excluding your own.
Ed first fully picked up on this fact when the Revenge was docked at a port. Izzy had barked at you and Frenchie to get on with some cleaning while he, the Captains and the rest of the crew went to pick up some supplies. Unfortunately for Izzy, the crew took this as an opportunity to have a leisurely stroll through the town. The whole ‘stocking up on supplies’ part of the day was viewed as optional (something Izzy would fume about later).
“Prick...” Frenchie grumbled as he polished the railing of the ship. “We’ve been doing this all bloody morning. Everything’s clean enough already. I reckon he just got us to do this ‘cos he likes bossing people about.”
“Well, at least he’s fucked off for a bit.” you tried, mopping the floorboards of the main deck. “I’ve forgotten what it’s like to not have a banging headache.”
Frenchie laughed.
“’Ello, guys.”
You flinched. Without warning, Ed had appeared on the ship.
“Alright, Captain?” Frenchie greeted, seemingly unfazed.
You directed your attention back to the floor and continued mopping, while Frenchie used the conversation as an excuse to get out of working.
“Yeah, thanks, mate.” Ed nodded. “Anyone back yet?”
“No, not yet.” Frenchie answered. “I thought you’d ‘ve been with other Captain.”
“I was, but I lost him. Iz wanted a word with me about something. Decided to come back here instead of tracking him down again.” Ed explained as though he lacked interest in his own anecdote. He quickly brightened up when he went on to ask, “What were you guys talking about, then?”
Frenchie exchanged a wide-eyed glance with you. He cleared his throat.
“Nothing, really.” he waved his hand dismissively in a failed attempt at nonchalance. “This and that, y’know.”
“I heard Y/N-” Ed nodded over to you. “Say something about someone fucking off. I think you-” He gestured to Frenchie this time. “Said something about someone being a prick, as well.”
You froze, but returned to mopping with enough vigour to convince someone that Izzy was aiming a gun at the back of your head.
“Oh, uh, yeah. That.” Frenchie faltered. He scratched the back of his neck. “Well, we were just... Slagging off Izzy a bit.”
Your grip on the mop handle was so tight that it should have snapped. To your surprise, Ed merely laughed. Frenchie sheepishly joined him. Your mouth was clamped shut.
“That’s fair enough.” Ed shrugged. “I know he can be a bit of a prick sometimes.”
“Yeah,” Frenchie agreed. “Sometimes.”
Ed furrowed his brows. “You alright, Y/N?”
You hummed in response, continuing as though he wasn’t there. He frowned and paced over to Frenchie, leaning in to whisper, “Hey, mate, is Y/N alright?”
You swallowed your saliva. Frenchie looked over his shoulder at you.
“I’d say so, yeah.”
“Ah, Ed, there you are!”
Ed turned to Stede.
Lucius was trailing behind him, clutching his book and quill to his chest. His eyes landed on you as though he had just stumbled upon a pot of gold.
“Thank God.” the scribe sighed with relief. You watched as he made his way over to you.
“Mind out, Luci, the-”
“Jesus Christ!”
He almost slipped over, but, with the book and quill tucked under his arm, he grabbed your shoulders and regained his balance.
“...Floor’s wet-”
“Look, I like that man- I really do,” Lucius interrupted in a hushed voice, gesturing to Stede (who was now engaged in a conversation with Ed). “But, it’s absolutely mortifying having people stare at us when he’s... loudly dictating everything he wants me to write. He sounds like such a posh prick. And, I kept walking into, like, massive, angry people. I’m surprised I came back alive.”
“I take it you had a nice time, then.” you responded with an amused smirk.
“Fucking dreadful, more like.” he muttered.
“You should’ve lied when he asked which of us were literate. Worked out well for me.”
“I didn’t know you enjoyed Dizzy Izzy’s tinnitus-inducing yelling so much.” Lucius countered, examining the deck. “He’s not gonna be happy when he comes back and you’ve only mopped half the floor. For shame.”
You huffed.
“Fair play.”
“Lucius!” Stede beckoned. “Your services are needed in my cabin.”
You turned your head away from your captain and snickered, while Lucius grimaced.
“Go on, Luci.” you grinned, patting him on the shoulder.
Lucius narrowed his eyes at you.
“Oh, grow up.”
Without almost slipping over this time, he crossed the deck over to Stede, who began to lead Lucius and Ed to his cabin. You quickly turned away when Ed stayed behind for a moment. His eyes briefly darted between you and Frenchie, though they were fixed on you when he called out:
“Good job, you guys!”
“Thanks, boss!” Frenchie answered, giving a thumbs up.
Ed stood there until he realised you weren’t going to respond to his praise, so followed after Stede and Lucius.
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“Where were we, Lucius?” Stede pondered (though Lucius suspected he knew exactly where they’d gotten to). “Ah, yes, I remember. I-”
“Does Y/N not like me?” Ed questioned, much to Lucius’ delight.
“They haven’t slagged you off. Not to me, anyway.” Lucius replied. He knitted his brows. “Why do you ask?”
“They don’t seem to wanna speak to me.” Ed shrugged a little glumly.
“I wouldn’t take it personally, mate.” Stede insisted, patting him on the arm.
“I would.” Ed argued. “They were speaking to Frenchie and Lucius just fine a minute ago.”
Lucius looked up thoughtfully for a moment.
“Did they look a bit like there was a gun to their head when you were trying to speak to them?”
Ed pondered this for a moment.
“Uh, yeah, I s’pose they did a bit.”
“Well, then, that’s just them being shy.” Lucius assured. “They don’t hate you. They just… can’t speak to you. At least, not very well. And, maybe the thought of being around you makes them feel a bit sick. But, it’s nothing to do with not liking you.”
“So, they really don’t hate me?”
“Of course not, Captain.” Lucius dismissed. “Give it some time and you’ll be getting on like a house on fire.”
“Right.” Ed nodded. “Cheers, mate.”
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“L/N!”
You looked up at Izzy from where you were turning the capstan with Jim and Oluwande.
“What are you staring at me for?” he questioned expectantly.
You groaned.
“Yes, First Mate Hands?” you responded dully.
“Captain wants to see you. Head of the ship. Now.”
“Yes, sir.” you mumbled, letting the mop fall to the floor.
As you went to leave, you heard: “Don’t just sit there, Mr. Feeney. Make yourself useful and take over!”
When you arrived at the head of the ship, you realised that you hadn’t bothered to consider which ‘captain’ Izzy was referring to. He didn’t say it with thinly veiled malice, so, in hindsight, you shouldn’t have been so surprised when you saw Ed standing there, gazing off at the ocean.
Upon hearing your creaking footsteps behind him, he turned around and offered you a smile. You swallowed your saliva.
“I-Izzy sent me, Captain Blackbeard, sir.” you stammered, your voice trembling.
Ed chuckled and clapped a hand on your shoulder. Your head whipped around and you stared at his hand.
“Don’t look so terrified, mate. I’m not gonna throw you overboard. ” Ed lightheartedly assured you. Your head instantly whipped around again to look at his face, but you quickly discovered that fixing your gaze on the sea reduced your desire to combust. He paused and peered around for a moment, seemingly in thought.
“This’d be the perfect place to do it, though, wouldn’t it?”
Watching the way your eyes widened, he pulled you in via his grip on your upper arm, something he hadn’t realised would make matters worse.
“I’m only joking!” he exclaimed through a laugh in another (albeit more successful) attempt to ease your evident worries. “I’ll just tell you why you’re here, eh? Before you shit yourself.”
Your face completely fell and heated up all at once.
“Right. So, I’ve noticed that, whenever I try to speak to you, you always look… a bit like I’m about to murder you.” Ed explained. “Now, I’d like for us to be mates, but that’s pretty difficult when you can’t really speak to me.”
“W-why do you wanna be mates?” you questioned.
“I dunno.” Ed shrugged. “You seem like a laugh, when I’ve seen you talking to people who aren’t me, anyway. Might be nice to be mates with you, y’know.”
“Um… thanks, sir.”
“You can just call me Ed, if we’re gonna be mates.”
“Alright… Ed.”
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Queen of Nothing (Hotch x Reader) - Chapter Two
A/N: Hi everyone! Thanks so much for the support on the last chapter. Loved logging in every day to see some new notes. To be absolutely honest, I wrote a lot of this chapter while distracting myself from my undergraduate thesis. So I hope you enjoy this issue of my procrastination project!
Chapter Warnings: allusions to domestic violence, murder
WC: 1.9k
Chapter Two - I Know the Bravest Thing I Ever Did Was Run
“Sometimes, the only way to get justice is to take it for yourself.” ― Leigh Bardugo
You blinked a few times, trying to process if the loss of sleep was making you see things. There was no way this could be real. Out of all the possibilities, out of all the stores, out of all the people, Aaron Hotchner could not be in front of you.
What made this scene feel just a little more real was noticing the changes in him. The crow’s feet by his eyes were a little more pronounced, as were the creases on his forehead and his laughter lines. You were sure the last two were more from scowling than laughing, though. His under eyes were darker than usual. He just looked…tired. What had 5 years done to him?
You finally managed to find your voice through the violent wave of shock and nostalgia as you managed out an, “Aaron?”
Time away had made reading him a little harder. You couldn’t quite tell if his gaze gave excitement or apprehension. “It’s been, what, five years now? You - ah - you look good.”
Before you would have been so sure, but you couldn’t tell if he had truly counted the days since he had last seen you. What you were sure of, though, was that he was undoubtedly profiling you. And so were you. One of the first things you noticed besides the changes in his face was the absence of a wedding ring. So he and Hailey finally called it off? They had been on the outs when you and Aaron started your…honestly, you didn’t know what to call it. He stayed at your place so much, he made you dinner and gave you morning kisses on your cheek after he had slept in your bed. You never actually fucked, not even a real kiss. You wanted to call him your boyfriend because that is what nearly everything pointed to, but because of the tension with Hailey, you never brought it up.
“Thanks,” you said, one end of your lip curling up in a sort of half smile. “You too.”
The two of you sat in silence for a moment, each wondering what to even say next. You couldn’t possibly treat it like you never left, like nothing ever happened. Aaron was the first one to speak up.
“So what brings you back here? I figured you didn’t stay in Virginia after you left.”
Left was accurate but felt hollow compared to what really happened. But it also reminded you that you needed to come up with a story. Fast.
“Yeah, I didn’t. I sort of had my crisis and found myself back home with my parents. I helped my dad with the ranch for a good four years I think. It was nice being back with family and all, but I was a little restless. I think part of me missed all the travel from the BAU. So I’ve kind of been trekking across the country for the past year or so,” you started. Good, giving yourself a stable place in your story, and it wasn’t exactly a lie. During your tour of America, you went back to the ranch in the middle of nowhere Texas a few times. Your parents never understood your job, so they didn’t question it much. “Now I’m trying to make my way up to Maine, maybe go into Canada, maybe join some fishing boat, who knows,” you joked with a shrug, and Aaron gave you a half-hearted smile. Pretty good for him.
“It sounds like you have had more adventures than we have.”
“Oh, I highly doubt that. Come on, tell me how the team is. What have I missed?” You know it’s dangerous, but you want to know how they are doing.
“Some things haven’t changed. Morgan and Garcia still flirt every day. Reid looks like he should be in a boy band,” he gave pause after seeing the shock on your face. “I don’t think that was what he was going for, but it doesn’t look half bad. We have a couple of new agents… Agent David Rossi and Agent Emily Prentiss. Gideon and Elle don’t work for the BAU anymore.”
So things really had changed. Part of you felt upset for not being there, for being just another person that left the BAU. He probably noticed the way your face fell a bit, but you were quick to resume your expression. “So a diplomat’s daughter and one of the best agents of all time? Seems like you are running quite the team.”
Aaron wasn’t one to boast like some prideful fool, but he wasn’t meekly humble either, so it was a comfort that his reply was somewhat familiar. “Yeah, they are doing well.” There was a pause near the end, one where you almost wish he filled it with a but it’s not the same without you or an I’ve missed you, maybe even a would you come back? You weren’t getting any of those. You knew Hotch well enough to know he wouldn’t say something like that, and you knew yourself enough to know you would never accept. There was a reason you left in the first place.
There was another long moment of silence, and you were finally the one to break it. You needed to get out of there before you did something reckless. “It was really great seeing you again, Aaron. I should let you get back to shopping. It’s getting late.” You struggled to read his expression at that moment, but you decided you might have seen a bit of disappointment.
“Yeah. It was good seeing you too.”
Was that all? You felt like there should have been more, but you tried not to let yourself think about it too much. You couldn’t, or else you would do something stupid. Something that would get you caught. You offered him a small smile before moving your cart away from his, starting to finally move in the direction you had been before you ran into him. You felt your shoulders deflate a bit, almost in relief that nothing more happened. Or maybe it was dejection. After five years, was that really all their reunion would be? A simple conversation in a grocery store that they would both forget in a week? You cursed yourself for this foolish thinking, for wanting something more. That time was long gone. You started to pick up speed, hoping to get out of the grocery store before running into him again.
“Hey, Y/N.”
Well shit. Your instinct was to leave everything there and run. The fear that ran through you was that somehow he had found that, but your calmer part knew there was no logical way. You took in one deep breath before turning around to face him. Aaron had left his cart and was jogging over to you. Damn, you missed seeing that.
He handed you a card, one he presumably thought about for a few seconds and then pulled it out before running back to you. “If you stay in Fairfax a little longer, you should give me a call. We can have dinner and catch up a little more in depth.”
Your calloused hands touched his as you took the card, and a wave of longing ran through you. Having him so far away made it harder for you to miss him, but now he was right here, and he wanted to see you too. “I-uh actually went no contact when I started this little road trip. No phone,” you say. It was truthful, but also an excuse. It was dangerous to get mixed back up with him.
Hotch didn’t wait a second as he pulled out his wallet, fishing out a $50 bill and setting it in your hand, wrapping your fingers around it. “Get yourself a burner phone and then call me. You can throw it out once you leave Fairfax. You know, to keep up the no contact. But maybe keep my card if you get bored on that fishing boat up in Maine.”
Was that a joke? Did Aaron Hotchner just make a joke? You found yourself laughing, and he was too. “Aaron, I-”
“I know what you are going to say, and I have already thought it through. You are going to want to pay me back, and instead of doing this little dance about who pays for what, we are just going to make it even and you pay for ingredients for dinner. Yes, we are cooking at my place. Why are you giving me that look?”
Everything he said was with such a deadpan seriousness that you were almost shocked by how much he seemed to know you. You hadn’t even noticed your expression change. Slowly, you put the business card and the money in your pocket, admitting defeat. “Okay,” you said. “I’ll call you.”
“Good night, Y/N.”
You turned your back to him and couldn’t wipe the smile from your face as you started to walk away. You hadn’t heard Hotch move. He was still standing in the middle of the store, watching you leave for the first time in a long while.
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You debated even getting the phone. It would be so easy to simply leave him with the ghost of you, do your job and get the hell out of Dodge. But you were weak, and you missed those gray eyes of his like some sad dog. So you bought the cheapest burner phone you could find and spent the remaining $10 on a fast food dinner. That night you didn’t even bother to plan your next day before your head hit the pillow and you fell asleep.
You spent the majority of the next morning looking for possible cases to follow. You looked mainly at domestic and child abuse cases, ones that were dismissed by the court for any number of reasons. From there you did your own research, tailed the people, men most of the time, that you were hunting to see if these accusations were truly unfounded. Sometimes you came to your answer pretty quickly, other times it took a few days longer, but rarely were you wrong. You were bringing more people to justice than you ever had while working for the BAU.
This research led you to a man in his early 40s, Christian Wright. Two kids who weren't in his custody. Three years ago he was in a nasty divorce with his wife, Catherine. Seemed like Wright came from a pretty wealthy family, and didn’t have his wife sign a prenup. He was coming back for his money and his reputation given that she had claimed neglect and abuse in the divorce papers. She disappeared a few months after the divorce was finalized. Most figured it was Christian, but no body, no crime. So he got off the hook. You knew his wife was most likely dead, but you were going to bring her killer to justice.
You had gotten in your car to start your first stakeout when you noticed Hotch’s business card you had left on your dashboard. You stared at it for a long moment, part of you knowing you shouldn’t call. You had work to do, work that couldn’t be disturbed. But then you remembered how he held you in the mornings, how on the weekends when he was there he would put that stupid record on and make breakfast while whistling along to Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da. You bought The Beatles’ white album just for him. And an echo of you wanted that back.
Against your better judgment, you pulled out the burner phone and typed in the number.
“Hotch? Hey, it’s Y/N. You free tonight?”
Chapter One Chapter Three
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For the prompt thing. Comparing hand sizes - Brella <3
AUTHORS NOTE: This story is set in an alternative season 1 where Brandon and Sky didn't switch places.
Despite her sometimes less-than-stellar relationship with her mother, Stella loved the Day of the Rose. She loved the festivities and traditions. She loved the crowds overflowing with joy and love. Most of all, she loved the markets and vendors that filled the streets of downtown Magix. This year, she particularly loved the company she had.
A series of instances – that is, Riven storming off after Bloom rightfully dropped a bucket of water on his pig-headed ass, then Bloom going off to try to find him to apologise and Sky going off after Bloom so that she wasn’t left alone with Riven and his temper – left her and Brandon alone. Figuring that either Sky or Bloom would call one of them when they’d found Riven, she and Brandon decided to wander the market stalls.
Brandon immediately started pointing out things he thought she’d be interested in. And, oh did he have a great eye. He pointed out beautiful scarves, iconic jackets, sparkly rings and stunning dresses. She ooh-ed and ah-ed at the beautiful items, but all she really wanted was to spend as much time as possible with him.
Stella followed behind as he led the way through the crowd, wondering how she could make it obvious that she was basically in love with him. Her mother had always said that men should do the chasing, but besides some very overt flirting, Brandon wasn’t doing much chasing. Not that he needed to, Stella was wrapped around his finger and basically desperate for his attention. She knew it, her friends knew it, but she refused to let him know it. He would be lucky to get her and that was all he needed to know.
But then again, she knew she’d be lucky to have him too. Brandon wasn’t only drop dead gorgeous, he was kind, optimistic, loyal, intelligent. And yeah, fucking gorgeous. Rich dark eyes, a jaw chiseled by the world’s greatest artists, silky brown hair, broad shoulders, arms that made her swoon, and height. Such height. Stella was tall and she loved heels, her man needed to be taller than her. She liked having to reach up when they hugged.
If ever they would hug. No matter how much flirting they did, the physical was severely lacking. He’d kissed her cheek a month ago and ever since, she’d wanted nothing but to be close to him. She would “accidentally” brush her arm against his when they walked, but everything else seemed too desperate unless it was done with exaggerated flirtatiousness which cheapened the thrill of touching him.
“I think that stand is selling jewelry made with awxinite” Brandon pointed out, drawing Stella’s attention away from the silk dress she was looking over.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a gemstone” Brandon replied, leading her over to the stand. “My grandmother had a necklace made of it. It’s a silverish colour in daylight, but it glitters in the dark.”
“You mean it glows in the dark?”
“No, it glitters. Yeah, see, they’ve got a box so you can see the glittering.”
Stella peered into the show box, gasping in awe as she watched this otherwise unassuming stone sparkle like it had been hit by direct sunlight. “That’s beautiful.”
“Would you like to try one on, ma’am?” the vendor asked, pulling out a small tray of beautifully crafted rings. Stella picked out a ring and the vendor, having impressively guessed that her ring size was a 6, handed it over. She slid it on her finger, admiring it, then cupping it to watch how it shimmered in the dark.
“And for you, sir” the man said, pulling out a selection of mens rings. “An 11?”
“I have no idea” Brandon replied, admitting that he’d never measured his ring size.
The man pulled out a ring and instructed Brandon to try it on. It fit a bit tight, so the man pulled out the next size. “A 12, then.”
“Wow, I never realised your hands were so big” Stella commented, watching as Brandon’s calloused fingers slipped on the ring.
“Are they?” Brandon held up his hand, turning it over to inspect it.
“A bit yeah” Stella laughed as she held up her hand to Brandon. She grabbed his wrist, holding his hand up to hers. He pressed the palm of his hand against hers. The bottoms of their palms lined up, but Brandon’s hands were significantly larger. He could even fold the tips of his fingers to cover hers without disaligning the bottoms of their palms.
“Maybe you’ve got really small hands.”
“Oh no” the vendor piped in. “Your girlfriend has perfectly average hands for a woman.”
“Oh, I’m not -”
“She does have perfect hands” Brandon agreed with a laugh. Stella knew she had turned tomato red – not a flattering colour on her – but she laughed anyways. Brandon’s smile was just so infectious that she couldn’t help it.
She braved a glance at him and turned a brighter red when she realised he was smiling at her. Not one of those silly smiles he had when he joked around, either. Brandon smiled at her with the softest, sincerest smile she’d ever seen on him. She returned the smile as she tried not to melt at the way he looked at her – like she was the most beautiful sight (but how could she be when he was?).
“So then?” the salesman asked, ruining Stella’s favourite moment of the school year so far.
Brandon pulled his hand away from hers and started to remove the ring. “Not for me, thanks.”
“I’ll take mine” Stella smiled.
Later that night, she turned the ring over in her hands, remembering the way Brandon’s hand felt in hers and wishing she could feel him again. When she started to feel sleepy, she put the ring back in its box and placed it in a charmed jewelry box with the Ring of Solaria. Gods knew it was just as, if not more, precious than the family ring.
#fucking 2 days in a row#look at me go#again unedited#so sorry if there are any mistakes#winx club#winx#winx stella#winx brandon#set in season 1#prompt#writing prompt#fanfiction
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