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Why II

This is a repost cause i deleted all my fics

Major warning if you have mommy issues or daddy issues or parental neglect issues pls do not read this

and if you do read this pls don't blame me for anything, including but not limited to excessive crying/sobbing, a depression slump/ wanting to kill someone or anything else

Or if you're name Sarah

part 1

Alexia Putellas X Child!Reader

Tw: Negelct, Angst

Summary: Why did she not try

Why didn't I make the effort to acknowledge you, or even offer a simple greeting, when all you wanted was a moment of recognition?

Alexia was back from Elena’s high school graduation when she saw the Envelope on the dining table, mark with her name on it, she was going to open it when she realized it was your handwriting. She rolled her eyes thinking it was one of your notes, asking her to spend time with you or something similar. She threw the envelope into the bin and started looking through her email. The sky soon turned dark, she realized she hasn’t seen you since she came back which was unusual since you were always clinging to her like a lost puppy. She was going to order take out for both of you, when she recieved a text from Elena asking her if she wanted to celebrate her graduation with dinner, she texted her back saying yes, and called you to come down so she could give you money for your dinner. When you didn’t reply her or rush down she just left the money on the counter and went out for dinner. When she came back the lights were still on, she thought nothing of me until she saw that the money she left you was left untouched. She walked up stairs and open the door, noticing your barren room. She decided to call you, but all she heard was,

"Thank you for calling. The number you have reached has been disconnected or is no longer in service. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. Please check the number and try your call again. Thank you.”

Since when did your number change she thought, she wanted to ask your friends if they knew where you were but she realized she didn’t even know who they were. Then she remembered the letter that she envelope that she threw to the bin,

When she opened the envelope and read the letter, she felt empty she didn’t know why, she thought would be happy wouldn’t she after all she had been pushing you away all this time. So she set the letter down, change into her evening gown and went to sleep. But as the weeks past, she felt the empty feeling grow into a pit in her heart. She started missing the notes you left, the way you would smile when she talked to you, the warmth of your presence in the house. She missed the little moments that she had taken for granted.

As more a month flash by she started trying to look for you after all you couldn’t have gotten that for right. She decided to go to your room trying to find anything that could lead her to where youu went instead she found, a book, she then remebered that in your letter you wrote that you were excited that you made it into the school's football team. When she first read it she was confuse as she never remembered you even taking an intrest in football. But after she saw the book she realized you did indeed tell her you make it to the football team, it was also the day she was supposed to fetch you from school as you had been begging her to for a long time, so she just said yes. Hoping you would stop pestering her, she didn’t fetch you that day, and instead of giving you an explanation, she just ignored you when you told her your exciting news, and told you she would talk about it over dinner, which she also missed.

She then remembered all the other times you tried talking to her, yet she just regarded you as a pest, wanting you to just stop. How she regrets it now, as all she wanted was for you to come back through the front door and hug her telling her you change your mind. And she would make up for all the times she dismissed you. However it didn’t happen you didn’t walk in, the house was still missing your presence, and the emptiness lingered in every corner.

Alexia couldn't shake off the overwhelming guilt that consumed her. She realized how she had neglected you, how she had failed to offer even a simple acknowledgment of your existence, let alone celebrate your achievements and share in your excitement.

As she sat in your barren room, holding onto the book that held a piece of your excitement and dreams, she couldn't help but feel the weight of her own shortcomings as a mother. She wished she could turn back time, to undo the hurt she had caused you, to be the supportive and loving mother you deserved.

But no amount of regret could change the fact that you were gone, that she had lost the chance to make things right. The realization hit her like a wave, crashing down on her with a force she couldn't bear.

Tears streamed down Alexia's face as she clutched onto the book, her heart aching with the longing for your presence, for another chance to show you that she cared.

Why did I neglect the most fundamental tasks you asked of me, yet expect you to readily assist me in my every request?

She was still trying to look for you when she, reread your letter for the hundred time, she read the part where you said that you asked if you could go to the arcade with your friends and that you’ve always bent over backwards to fulfill her every request. She recalled the times, she would asked you to help her buy things before and during team building and didn’t even ask you if you wanted to join, instead reminding you that you had to help her clean up after it ended. She then remembered all the times you ask her if she could go to the beach with you, or attend your concert or events and she said she was busy.

She remembered how she always seemed to prioritize her own needs and desires over yours, expecting you to readily assist her in every request without considering your own wishes and feelings.

The weight of her negligence and selfishness hit her like a ton of bricks. She realized how she had taken you for granted, how she had failed to see the love and effort you were pouring into your relationship with her, only to be met with indifference and neglect in return.

Alexia's heart ached with the realization of her own hypocrisy. How could she have expected you to be there for her when she couldn't even spare a moment to acknowledge your needs and desires?

Why couldn’t she had just try to make time for you maybe then you would still be here with her, she thought as she was holding back tears telling herself she didn’t deserved to feel sad as it was all her fault.

Why was I consistently absent from your most significant moments, offering nothing but hollow excuses in return?

Alexia now had a routine go to training or a match and comeback home to try to look for you. The only times it ever change was when she had an away game even then, she checked the camera that she installed in the front door ( incase you came back and she wasn’t there) religiously. When she checked her phone she saw a message from Elena, she ignored it as now every time she saw it she saw a message from her she only remembers the fact that she missed your primary school graduation even though she promised you. Or the fact she always said that she had to help Elena with something and missed your milestones and important moments. She remembered all the reasons she thought was good reasons that now she realized was pitiful excuses.

All the times she said she was busy, and the way your eyes dimmed but you still hugged her and said it was okay. She wondered how much she hurt you but didn’t realized or more accurately was to busy to care.

And you... why didn't you question me when I stopped paying attention to you?

She found a photo album titled 2019 summer road trip, she didn’t remember going on any road trip before, when she opened the album she saw a photo of you in a car, she then remembered of the week she didn’t see you at all. And when she did you asked her if she wanted to ask you anything and she just ignored you thinking it was one of your antics. Turned out you had gone on a road trip for a week, and she didn’t even realized. She wondered why you didn’t ask her if she notice but you did in fact try to, as she vividly remembers you trying to tell her something but she just tuned it out and focused on her phone.

The weight of her neglect weighed heavily on Alexia as she flipped through the album, each photo a painful reminder of the moments she had missed, the moments she had failed to share with you.

She recalled the times you had tried to reach out to her, to question her absence, but she had brushed you off, too preoccupied with her own affairs to spare a moment for you. The guilt gnawed at her insides as she realized how much she had hurt you, how much pain she had caused with her indifference and neglect.

Alexia couldn't understand why you didn't push her more, why you didn't demand her attention and question her absence. She knew deep down that you deserved so much more, that you deserved a mother who would be there for you, who would prioritize your needs and desires above all else.

But instead, she had failed you time and time again, offering nothing but hollow excuses in return for your longing for recognition and acknowledgment.

As she sat there, surrounded by memories of the moments she had missed, Alexia couldn't help but feel a profound sense of regret. Regret for the time lost, for the moments she could never get back, for the love and attention she had failed to give you.

What actions of mine led you to accept the disdain from me , your own flesh and blood, to endure such neglect?

What exactly crossed my mind when I opted to engage with her instead of you, my own daughter?

Alexia couldn’t help but ask herself what exactly did she do to make you accept her negelct like it was normalcy, and maybe it was to you. Her mind settled on to the memory where she believed Elena over you, and scolded you for something you probably didn’t do. She then recalled the fact she had took the necklace back from Elena planning to give it back to you when you apologized. You never did, and that was a blessing in disguised. She rummaged around her drawer for the necklace and when she found it, she knew she didn’t give it to you that’s when she remembered in your letter it stated that you found someone that treated you like her own daughter, who was there for you when she wasn’t. She shouldn’t feel sad, angry or jealous that you relied on that women instead of her but as she held the necklace in her hands, engraved with the word "Princesa" and signed by someone named L.W., Alexia couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards this mysterious figure who had seemingly filled the void in your life that she had left gaping open.

She realized that she had pushed you away, prioritizing her own desires and relationships over nurturing the bond she had with you. The memory of scolding you based on Elena's words instead of listening to your side of the story haunted her, knowing now that it was a pivotal moment where she had failed you.

And as she sat there, clutching the necklace that symbolized the connection she had failed to maintain with you, Alexia couldn't help but wonder why she had chosen to engage with others instead of prioritizing you, her own flesh and blood.

She knew that her actions had led you to seek comfort and acceptance elsewhere, to find comfort in someone who treated you like their own daughter when she had failed to do so.

But even amidst the guilt and regret, Alexia realized that she couldn't change the past. All she could do now was acknowledge her mistakes, learn from them, and strive to be a better mother to you, even if it meant starting from scratch and earning back your trust and love.

And as tears welled up in her eyes, Alexia made a silent vow to herself – to never again neglect the most fundamental task of being a mother, to always prioritize you above all else, and to make up for the lost time and opportunities she had squandered in the past.

And despite the pain and letdowns I've inflicted, why did you persist in holding onto hope that I would come through for you

Despite the pain and letdowns she had inflicted, Alexia couldn't help but wonder why you persisted in holding onto hope that she would come through for you. It was a question that haunted her as she grappled with the realization of how much she had failed you, how much she had neglected to be the mother you needed and deserved.

When a parcel labeled for you arrived, Alexia couldn’t resist the urge to open it. Inside, she found a medal inscribed with the words "Copa Juvenil Estrella" – "Star Youth Cup." Confusion washed over her as she struggled to understand why you would receive a medal from one of the most competitive under-21 tournaments in Spain. It was then that the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place.

She remembered the day of the tournament finals, the same day you had asked her to attend your football match. She recalled how she had brushed you off, claiming to be busy with her and Elena's training. It was a moment of realization that hit her like a bolt of lightning – she had prioritized her own interests over yours once again, and it may have been the final straw for you.

As Alexia connected the dots, she felt like burying herself six feet under. She couldn’t believe she didn’t know you were playing football much less knew you were playing it at such a high standard.

She wondered just what else she didn’t know about you. But she knew she could only hope that she’ll find you and that you’ll be able to forgive her so that you could build up your relationship again.

I just wish that one day I'll gather enough courage to ask for your forgiveness, and to find the strength to accept that you may never be there for me, regardless of how much I now yearn for your presence in my life

As Alexia was sitting down looking at her computer, a picture came up with you in her arms the day she adopted you and promised you she would love and take care of you forever. However all she did was the opposite, she remembered all the conversation’s or missed opportunities you had hinted at in your letter and, memories came rushing back to her,

“Mami, I made it into the school’s football team.”

The words barely registered as she mumbled a distracted response.

“But you promised you'd pick me up today.”

Your disappointment was palpable, "I know, sweetie, but something came up. The helper will take care of you," she said, barely sparing you a glance as I tried to focus on my task at hand.

As she watched you retreat to your room, she couldn't help but wonder why you seemed so upset. Didn't you understand that she had important things to attend to? Why couldn't you just be patient and wait for her to finish?

“Mami, can I go to the arcade with my friends? It’s the last day of school.”

She thought that you should help her with her teambuilding since you were her daughter after all.

"But I finished all my work."

Your insistence only added to her frustration. "I said no. End of discussion," I declared, my tone final as I brushed off your request. Didn't you understand that she had more important things to worry about than your petty desires?

"Why does she always choose someone else over me?"

As she watched you resign yourself to another night at home, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. Why couldn't you just accept that she had my own life to live, her own priorities to attend to?

"Mom, why can't you come to my graduation?"

Your hurt was evident in your voice, but she couldn't afford to dwell on it. "I have a work commitment, sweetie," she replied, her words hollow .

"I didn’t do anything wrong, Mom."

Your protests fell on deaf ears as she refused to listen. "I don't want to hear it," she cut you off, her disappointment palpable as she struggled to come to terms with your perceived shortcomings.

All the things she thought about you and everything she said was what pushed you away. Each dismissive remark, each broken promise, each moment of neglect drove a wedge between you, widening the gap in your relationship until it became insurmountable.

As Alexia sat there, reflecting on her past actions and the impact they had on you, she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret and remorse. She wished she could turn back time, to undo the hurt she had caused, to be the mother you needed and deserved.

But she knew that she couldn't change the past. All she could do now was acknowledge her mistakes and strive to do better in the future. She realized that she needed to confront her own shortcomings, to learn from her mistakes, and to prioritize you above all else.

With tears streaming down her face, Alexia made a silent vow to herself – to gather enough courage to ask for your forgiveness, and to find the strength to accept that you may never forgive her, regardless of how much she now yearned for your presence in her life.

As she sat there, clutching onto the memories of the moments she had missed, a notification from Instagram interrupted her thoughts. The post was from Arsenal, and the caption read:

"Welcome to Arsenal, our new signing Y/N Williamson”

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timetothirst · 1 month

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Almost

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN reader

Inspired by this post that hasn’t left my head since I first saw it

Tags: Canon typical violence, you almost die, Ghost is soft in his own weird way, confessions, everyone needs therapy, i’m not British but i’m using British slang because it’s Simon’s POV, if i got any military stuff wrong no I didn’t, sad Ghost

Rating: M for violence and language

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You were dying when Ghost realized he loved you.

It started the same as it always did whenever he had to meet someone new, with a quick handshake and a short introduction before he inevitably found an excuse to walk away as soon as possible. He didn’t dislike you, not necessarily, but he was no social butterfly. You were just another face to him, that was all.

Until you weren’t.

He was having trouble sleeping. That was nothing unusual, though. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d got a full eight hours without some kind of interruption, whether it be an owl outside his window that wouldn’t shut up, an inability to get comfortable because of the countless aches in his body, his thoughts just being too damn loud, or something else entirely. Whenever this happened, he’d make his way to the common room and find some way to kill the time while he waited for everyone else, maybe even get breakfast started or put the kettle on if he was feeling nice.

It was on one of those nights, after he’d finished rummaging through the fridge looking for a decent snack, that he saw you. He went to sit on the couch, and there you were. He didn’t realize it was you at first and tensed up, instinctively reaching for his combat knife (which wasn’t there, of course, since he was in his sleep clothes). At first he was baffled. How did he not notice you coming in? He wasn’t losing his edge, was he? Letting his guard down?

But then he saw the half-eaten packet of crisps in front of you and realized you’d been there the entire time, sitting in the dark, in complete silence.

“Fuckin’ hell…say somethin’ next time, yeah?” He told you, finally allowing himself to exhale.

“Sorry, I didn’t know whether or not you were going back to your room, and I didn’t want to bug you, so-“

“S’fine.” He interrupted with a wave of his hand, sitting on the opposite end of the couch and grabbing the remote.

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“Am I missing something here? Why’s he acting so weird all of a sudden?” You asked, staring at the screen in confusion. This was the third question you’d asked in as many minutes, but Ghost didn’t seem to mind. At the very least, he wasn’t giving you death stares or walking away from you, so you figured it was okay.

“Pon farr.” He stated, not even glancing over.

“Am I supposed to know what that means? It sounds like a weird disease…” Ghost side-eyed you as you said this and scoffed quietly.

“No, it’s not a- look, just watch, will you? They’re about to explain it.”

You rolled your eyes, but did as he said anyway.

“Oh my god…so, he can only have sex once every seven years? And if he doesn’t, he’ll just…get really pissed off and fuckin’ die?” You laughed in disbelief, then ate the last of your crisps and tossed the empty packet into the trash.

“Nah, Vulcans can mate whenever they want. Pon farr’s just a biological thing that causes…well, s’ called plak-tow, but it translates to ‘blood fever.’ Means they’ll go mad if they don’t-“

You couldn’t help but snicker, slapping your hand over your mouth with a snort when Ghost’s head snapped toward you. He looked at you with an expression that could melt steel, which would have scared you shitless under any other circumstances.

“…Seen this one.” He grumbled as an explanation, looking away from you and back at the TV screen. He crossed his arms, his face hardening into its usual scowl.

“Yeah, I can tell.”

You spent the rest of the night asking Ghost increasingly complicated questions about the show, and despite his exasperated sighs and frequent eye rolls, he answered every single one.

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He just kept running into you, it seemed. Sparring, target practice, and of course, your late night binges of Star Trek, whenever the two of you happened to be up at the same ungodly hour. You sat on your designated couch cushions and laughed at the awful special effects as Ghost told you to ‘shut it and watch,’ though he was sure you could see him smiling through the fabric of his mask.

As much as he hated to admit it, as cliché as it sounded, his days really were a bit brighter with you around. You filled the silence when nothing else did, joked with him, spent time with him…he’d even noticed a few little things you had started doing, things that were specifically for him. Like the night he’d taken out a pack of smokes, only to realize that he’d lost his lighter. He groaned in annoyance and went to put them away, but then, there you were, holding out a lighter of your own, the small flame reflecting in your eyes.

“The lads and I must be a bad influence, eh? I swear I remember you tellin’ me that you don’t smoke.” He’d said to you after rolling up his mask just past his lips and taking a puff of his cigarette.

“I don’t. But you do.” You replied casually, shrugging as if you’d just said the most obvious thing in the world.

“And with the way you keep losing your lighters everywhere, you’re probably spending half your paycheck replacing them!” You added, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder.

Ghost rolled his eyes and told you to piss off, but he never bought another lighter after that.

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Price started pairing the two of you together on missions; citing the fact that you got along, as well as the way your combination of skills made you effective and deadly in the field. You were a good team, that was all. You got things done, and you got them done well, no matter the circumstances.

And then everything went to shit.

You had already suffered a dislocated shoulder and pretty bad slash wound, both to your dominant arm, so you were stuck clutching a pistol in one hand while the other dangled uselessly at your side. Almost all of the enemies had been taken care of at that point, but you were making a final sweep of the building in search of any stragglers.

Two seconds. Two goddamn seconds he looked away from you, but that was all it took. Five gunshots rang out in short succession, no doubt from an assault rifle of some kind. You screamed, shot a single round from your pistol, and two bodies thudded to the floor.

Ghost’s heart dropped. He charged into the room, looking around frantically. As badly as he wanted to rush to your side right that second, he knew he had to assess the situation first. He’d be of no use to you if he was dead, after all. The first thing he noticed was that you were breathing, and your attacker wasn’t, probably because they had a sizable hole in the side of their head. Ghost dropped to his knees next to you, trying to calm himself enough to properly check your wounds.

You looked so small lying there, curled up on your side with your face contorted in pain. A shudder wracked your body, blood beginning to pool as Ghost placed a hand on your shoulder. He gritted his teeth and turned you over. As expected, you screamed bloody murder, the movement causing your body to be jostled.

“Shit. Shitshitshitshit-” He muttered, his hands hovering over your body. Before he dared to do anything else, he reached for his radio.

“Bravo 0-7 calling for immediate medvac. Repeat, immediate medvac.” He spoke, unable to hide the tremor in his voice.

“Acknowledged. Requesting location.” A voice crackled over the speaker. He barked back your coordinates, along with an order to hurry the fuck up before disconnecting and turning his attention back to you.

“This is gonna hurt.” He warned.

He undid your vest, and his large hand immediately made contact with the most serious of your injuries, that being the bullet wound in your side. He pressed down hard in an attempt to staunch the bleeding as best he could, and your scream of pain was enough to make him feel as though he’d been shot himself. You seemed too shocked to speak, your breath coming out in short gasps, punctuated by anguished sobs.

“Shh. I know, I know…hey- look at me, yeah? Just keep lookin’ at me.”

Ghost couldn’t remember the last time he felt helpless. But here, now, as he stared down at you, it was the only thing he could feel. He wished he could be angry instead, but right now there was no one to direct that anger towards. Your attacker was lucky you’d managed to kill them before he got the chance to, or he’d have beaten them into a pulp with his bare hands and left them to rot where they fell as punishment for even fucking looking at you.

“Ghost-” You croaked out, your bleary eyes focusing on him momentarily. He shook his head.

“Simon.” He whispered, his own name feeling foreign on his tongue. You stared at him in confusion for a moment, but then your eyebrows raised and a look of realization appeared on your face.

“S…Simon?” You repeated. He nodded, tried to smile at you despite everything.

“Yeah…Simon.”

You smiled back through your tears and let out a laugh that quickly turned into a pained wheeze. “That bad, huh?”

Simon didn’t reply. He didn’t trust himself to. You’d see right through it if he lied, he was sure of it, but if he told the truth, he knew he’d break down on the spot. Instead, he gathered you into his arms and curled around you protectively, trying to keep your body warm to prevent shock.

With a start, he realized that this was the first time he’d ever held you.

“I think m’just gonna…rest for a few minutes, if that’s okay…” You breathed.

As he looked down at you, it was clear that you were struggling to keep your eyes open. He made a strangled noise in the back of his throat, clutching you tighter and burying his face in your hair.

“No, no, no…not you. Anyone but you.”

Simon Riley had never been a religious man, but he prayed then. He didn’t know to whom he was speaking, but it didn’t matter. He only asked for one thing.

“Don’t let them die. Not here, not now. I’ll do anything. Give them more time. Take me instead if you want. I’ll go in their place, just let them live. Please.”

He knew he didn’t deserve you. He always had, really, but that didn’t mean you should be taken away so cruelly. You should have something so much better than this, better than a cold concrete floor slick with your blood and a man like him trying to hold you together while he himself was breaking from the inside out.

“H-Hey…”

Your voice broke through the haze, and he cursed under his breath, quickly wiping his eyes and lifting his head to look at you.

“Fuck. Sorry, I- i’m right here, love. I’ve gotcha. Nothin’ to worry about, yeah?”

You just nodded. Your eyes were barely open now, your chest still slowly rising and falling with your breaths. You felt around for his hand and grabbed it, the silence seeming to last forever as you considered your next words.

“…I’m really glad I met you.” You finally said.

“Don’t. Don’t start sayin’ shit like that. Makes it sound like you’re-“ He exhaled and squeezed his eyes shut.

“I can’t fuckin’ do this, alright? I know I can be an ass, and I know i’m not the best at sayin’ it, but…I need you.”

Simon looked down at you. You weren’t moving.

His time spent waiting for medvac to arrive was a blur. He held you tight, begged you not to leave him even though he wasn’t entirely sure whether or not you could hear. And when the medics did finally show up, they practically had to wrench your limp body out of his grip.

He had to take a separate transport back to base. he sat alone and stared at his hands, watching your blood slowly dry.

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Simon lurked outside the door to your hospital room like- well, a ghost. When the doctors finally deemed you well enough to take visitors, he was at your side, like a loyal dog lying at its master’s feet. He held your wrist in a loose grip the entire time he waited for you to wake up, his thumb pressed against your pulse point so that he could be sure your heart was still beating.

It felt like ages that he waited for you. He didn’t even know quite how long he did, actually. He only left your side once, and that was for a shower in freezing water where he scrubbed his skin raw because he was unable to stop seeing the red covering it.

When you finally stirred beneath him, Simon thought he was dreaming. He stared at you with a mixture of disbelief and blind hope, and then you finally opened your eyes. After days, he finally felt like he could exhale. He let himself fall forward, his head coming to rest on your shoulder as he shook ever so slightly.

“God…don’t you ever do that to me again, got it? Thought i’d lost you.”

You reached up and started to rub circles into his back, choosing not to mention the fact that your hospital gown was damp with tears.

“Simon, I-“

He shushed you, rolled up his mask and pressed a lingering kiss to your temple.

“You made it, that’s what matters. You made it back t’ me.”

“And I always will.”

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thebadboyfanclub · 1 year

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You Bled For Them, You Decide Pt.2 (Daemon x Reader)

So a lot of people requested a part two of this and had some requests on what should it be about, the stakes were high so I hope I did not disappoint you. Enjoy!

Part one

(Y/n) was not a fool, she was sure that the second she steps foot in Targaryen ground all eyes would be on her, the mystery woman that managed to tame the rogue prince. She despised that nickname, (y/n)s opinion was that her dear husband had simply leaned towards violence to make up for the pain he had felt, Daemon was a passionate man which meant he loved as deeply as he hated, she knew Daemon would burn the seven kingdoms to ensure that their family is safe, he was a man of honour.

“Do you truly believe a character like prince Daemon has settled?”

“It certainly looks like it, he hasn’t stepped away from her and the children for longer than a minute”

“The children… well at least with this union no one can question their true parentage”

Otto whispered the last part only for his daughter queen Alicent to hear. Everyone was at awe how none of the kids had inherited their mothers features except small details,(y/n) adored the fact that they looked like the father, she was unaware what a big role on their safety that played.

“I believe we must introduce ourselves, would be interesting”

Alicent suggested while her father hummed in agreement, in almost complete unison they began to walk towards the couple that was pre occupied with the king.

“Alicent and Otto, to what do we owe the pleasure?”

Daemon questioned ironically, (y/n)s eyebrow was raised in confusion as she looked up at him for clues about the sudden change on his demeanour.

“Prince Daemon, it’s been so long since we last saw you, you were newly widowed at the time”

“Widowed?”

(Y/n) never pressured Daemon to speak of his past, he revealed what he wished while he laid on her chest and let her to brush his silver hair with her fingers. Daemons eyes squinted at the smart remark Lord Otto had thrown at him, he was looking for a way to cause a problems in his marriage.

“Your lady wife seems oblivious to the fact that you were wed prior”

Alicent noticed, (y/n) tried to keep her composure and patiently wait until they are alone to question her husband. Daemon was ready for war, they were pushing the boundaries in order to get what they want, to destroy what he worked so hard for and he wasn’t going to stand for it.

“I was forced into a marriage for alliance that is correct, (y/n) is my first true match, I thank the Gods for sending her to me every morrow”

Daemon was being genuine, his lady wife had been a miracle, the Gods took pity on him and showed him what it is like to have a reason to come back from battle alive. Daemon took his (y/n)s hand in his to place a kiss on her knuckles, (y/n) smiled even though her mind had stored the new information for another time, it wouldn’t be wise to pick a fight while attending a funeral.

“Such tender words, I am glad you have left your infatuation with princess Rhaenyra behind you”

The sentence that was spoken from the Queens lips made (y/n)s blood ran cold, the woman that she had just been introduced to had an affair with Daemon? It could not be, she was a married woman, the daughter of his own brother, “no that wouldn’t stop him, he is a Targaryen” she thought as her hands started to shake from anger. Thankfully her eldest daughter cut the conversation short before push came to shove and (y/n) showed her temper, the girl was panting while her cheeks were severely blushed from running around, she hadn’t been this blissful in weeks.

“Mother, can me and Aemond go play in the shore?”

“Aemond?!”

Daemon exclaimed, earning a side eye from everyone, if he had it his way his children would never play along side Alicents children, maybe little Heleana would be an exception but that would be it, especially when it came to his precious daughters he hated when they would be boys around them, even worst if they were hightowers.

(Y/n) did not spare a look at her lord husband, she simply tucked away a few strands of hair that seemed to stick on the young girls sweaty forehead and smiled lovingly, Alyssa was in much need of a companion, she loved her siblings but she would always have to take care of them.

“Of course my little deer, better yet I’ll come with you. I would love to meet your new friend Aemond”

(Y/n) had managed to discreetly slip away from everyone, she found joy at watching her daughter play carelessly with her new friend, the timid Aemond that barely raised his gaze to (y/n) when introduced, still he ran with Alyssa around the shore as they had both taken their shoes off and splashed in the water.

(y/n) could stay like this together, away from everyone with her family while they enjoyed the simple things life had to offer, it’s what her and Daemon had in common, although she could identify that Daemon had missed his brother, perhaps he missed princess Rhaenyra as well.

“Come along sweetlings, it’s getting dark”

“Mother please just a few more minutes”

“Fine, I will make sure your siblings are sleeping and then I will come back to escort you”

“Thank you lady (y/n)”

Aemond replied with the utmost respect. (Y/n) simply smiled as she turned her back on the children, with the assistance of a kind knight she was guided to the room (y/n), Daemon and little Johanna would occupy for the night, she had already peeked inside the other rooms for her children to find the sleeping peacefully.

To her misfortune she never had great memory when it came to directions, getting lost by turning left instead of right or was it right instead of left? She cursed under her breath for not looking around for clues when she had the chance.

“I need you uncle, I cannot fight them alone”

“You know I would support you if war occurred Rhaenyra”

The voices that reached her ears made her come to a halt, her back found the cold wall to rest so she can listen to her husbands conversation with the princess, she had put on such a brave fight to forget what was said about their affair before (y/n) came to his life, excusing it as a spur of a moment and feelings long forgotten, now there she was hiding in the dark to catch them whispering.

“I do not need you as a soldier Daemon, i want us to bind our blood”

“Rhaenyra”

“Do you love her?”

Tears welled up in (y/n)s eyes, this could not be. He brought to his homeland just to embarrass her? To parade his children and leave (y/n) in the dust? Did she marry such a cruel man? She felt like her heart was going to come out her throat at the sound of those words.

“More than life itself”

“So my love for you meant nothing?”

“You were a child Rhaenyra, we both made mistakes”

“You did not love me?”

“Of course I did”

“My love?”

(Y/n) came out of her hiding spot, she wasn’t going to let the princess sway her husbands words, Daemon had declared his love and the princess did not want to give up, she was toying with (y/n)s wedlock like the life of her and her children including the pain this will cause meant nothing.

Daemon focused on his wife, smiling at the sight of her, Rhaenyra turned to face her as well, Daemon could see that (y/n) heard everything, he identified the fire of fury in her eyes, she appeared with reason.

“Where are the children my dear?”

“Alyssa is playing with Aemond, I will go to collect them now but I have seem to get lost within the castle”

“I shall escort you then, excuse me princess Rhaenyra”

Daemon took (y/n)s hand in his as they left Rhaenyra in shambles, he left her for (y/n), his morals did not buckle at the slightest, not even for Rhaenyra.

As they turned the corner (y/n) took off her polite mask, her hand gripped on to his as she held him back from walking even further, Daemon felt his heart skip a beat at the fact that (y/n) was clearly upset. He did not prepare her correctly for this visit, he should have known that the greens would try to tear them apart.

“A wife? An affair? With your own niece at that”

“All before I met you my love”

“That’s not my point, I looked like a fool in front of everyone. Here I am, your wife that did knew nothing of these acts of yours, we are a union and we appeared weak against the hawks eye”

Daemon had guessed she would be frustrated about the acts, he couldn’t be more wrong. (Y/n) had heard of tales about her husband, his thirst over women, she only cared about how she appeared like their union was fickle, that they were secrets between them.

Daemon let out a breath before he took (y/n) for a hug, she did not respond immediately but gave in to wrapping her arms around him after a moment.

“I apologise my love, I will fix it”

“You better or you will have to start looking for a third wife”

Haste heavy steps pulled them apart from one another, curiosity taking over them as they waited for the person to appear. A knight stood before them, clearly stressed, (y/n)s heart clenched tight.

“The kids”

“Your children are alright however you must follow me”

The couple ran to wherever the knight guided them, (y/n) was the first to burst in the room, Alyssa stood next to her friend Aemond who was getting stitched up in the eye. (Y/n) skipped over to her and instantly started looking for wounds, Daemon took in the room as everyone gathered, Baela and Rhaena crying in their grandmothers arms and Lucerys had a nose bleed as he was also crying.

“I am unharmed mother”

“What happened? I told you to be careful with Aemond”

“It wasn’t my fault, Aemond claimed a dragon so we went for a flight when we got ambushed by the others that claimed Vhagar was meant for Rhaena and I… mother I swear I tried to defend Aemond, it was four against two”

“It’s alright my dear, you did your best”

Alyssa spoke honestly, Jacaerys had restrained her when the others attacked Aemond, everything happened so fast she did not have time to process what to do, she did everything she could to defend Aemond, now he had lost his eye.

(Y/n) hugged her daughter tightly, thanking the Gods for sparing her daughter from harm. Everyone was occupied with blaming one another to notice (y/n) wince from pain, her labour had started, she had been through this multiple times she had knowledge of the pains starting early, it was not the time to focus on that as of yet.

“It was my sons that were attacked and forced to defend themselves, vile accusations were spoke from prince Aemond”

“No he did not”

“Alyssa”

“No mother they attacked him”

“He held a rock”

“After you started beating him and then you took a knife out you meant to kill him”

Alyssa was furious, she had seen everything and was appalled by such hostile behaviour especially within family members. Alyssa had grown into an environment that love and respect was shown to everyone, to be met with such hatred was a new found grown for the young girl, Daemon smirked at her daughter fighting against princess Rhaenyra and cutting her off before she could finish, Alyssa had a backbone stronger than any child her age.

“My king this is the highest of treachery and since the girl wants to take prince Aemonds side I ask both of them to be questioned for their treason”

“my child nor any will be questioned like they are criminals, I would have hoped for a woman of such high rank to have some respect for a child that has been permanently scarred from your own kin”

“Are you accusing me of something lady (y/n)?”

“I am defending what’s right which is what my daughter did as well, you are protecting your own and so will I”

“Enough!”

The king intervened. Daemon tried to bring (y/n) back from her anger by placing a hand on her shoulder, truly he did not want to do it still he worried over how heavily pregnant wife, she should not feel any type of uneasiness at such delicate state.

He was certain (y/n) could stand her ground and defend their family better than anyone, a side of him relished it when (y/n) pushed back at others and protected their children, her fire and quick tongue was his favourite things about her.

“Lady (y/n) is right, princess Alyssa has done nothing wrong”

“She stood against the heir”

“She defended her friend, titles don’t mean shit to our family pri- ow”

She could not hold back any longer, she felt liquid ran against her leg as the pain similar to knife cutting her belly made her lose her cool. Daemon was quick on his feet as (y/n) put her hands on her knees to hold herself up against the pain, daemon wrapped his hands around his wife to help her up, worry written all over his face.

“What is it my love?”

“My labours started”

“Maester-“

“No maesters, take me to my room now”

She interrupted the queen, everyone stood still not knowing what to do next. Alyssa stood next to her mother so she can rub her belly to soothe the pain, she had been present at the birth of her siblings for as long as she remembered, it was almost muscle memory now.

“Lady (y/n) I promise you i am very experienced with delivering babes for the royal-”

“Oh Fuck off will you? I said no fucking maesters, Daemon please hurry or I will push this babe out for your entire family to see”

“As you wish my love”

In one swift motion Daemon swooped (y/n) from her feet to rush her to the privacy of their own room, Alyssa followed quickly with queen Alicent, the Maester and princess Rhaenyra hot on their trail, as they were all amazed by (y/n)s resilience they wanted to witness the woman giving birth on her own, as (y/n) breathed heavy she leaned her head on her husbands shoulder.

“This is going to be a quick one”

(Y/n) could time her pains growing stronger at such short period of time, her babe was rushing to come out to the point (y/n) did not think she would make it to her room.

Fortunately she was wrong, as Daemon kicked the door open to quickly lay (y/n) in the bed Alyssa sat behind her mother to help her sit up while the mothers back laid against her daughters chest. Alyssa admired her mothers strength more than anything, she viewed (y/n) as the strongest person alive and loved that she was allowed to be included to the birth of her siblings, secretly scheming to follow the tradition of a private birth.

“Everyone out”

“The maester should stay in case of any assistance-“

“Daemon I can feel the head”

(Y/n) screamed from the pain, roaring her babe out that did not wait for anyone or anything. The family quickly forgot the presence of outsiders as they supported (y/n) for her birth, (y/n) held her daughter with one hand as Daemon lifted his wives dress to help her with any way he can.

“Almost there (y/n), give it one strong push and you will hold our babe in your arms”

He encouraged her while Alyssa stroked her mothers hair with her free hand. The trio that stood a few meters away were like statues, the queen was deeply moved by the love that lingered in the room and Alicent clenched the charm of the seven that hang from her neck, her children’s birth so strongly connected with the people in the room, the family had a bond that was rare in this world.

Soon enough cries of the babe echoed in the room as everyone in unison let out a breath of relief, (y/n)s lips curved to a triumph smiled as she saw her babe for the first time, Alyssa kissed her mothers forehead as encouragement for a job well done, amazed at the view of another sibling brought to life.

“Praise the mother”

Alicent spoke as she was the first to approach (y/n) who stretched her arms to hold the baby, tears appeared on everyone’s cheeks except the maesters and the only thing you could hear was the cries of a newborn babe, what a magical sound that was to a mothers ears.

“A princess is born to driftmark, Maester let everyone know (y/n) delivered her babe”

Rhaenyra instructed, she internally admitted defeat since there was nothing she could do anymore, watching Daemon so involved in the birth and cry tears of joy as he held the bloody babe in his arms was enough proof of there romance having no chance of reconciliation. Daemon sat next to (y/n)s bed as he observed his wife holding their babe in her arms and their eldest holding her mother in her arms with her eyes full of love.

“Well done my moon, what a gift you blessed me with, another beautiful and heathy daughter”

“Welcome to our family Maegora”

(Y/n) whispered as she held her baby, Alyssa gasped at the choice of the name, Alyssa had suggested it a while back and her father had laughed at the choice and the fear it would install to everyone’s hearts.

Daemon was actually fond of the name, still he had a habit of teasing his children so he just leaned to kiss (y/n)s lips, she was so beautiful after she delivered their children, a glow unlike any other as the light of candles was the only source of light, his devotion to her was as deep as any religious person, his heart only beat because hers did.

“You are radiating my love”

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My personal Headcannons for Daryl Dixon that I will defend with my life

Just a warning! there is some nsfw❤️‍🔥 content in this list (not a ton)

This is a list full of random Headcannons I have, some are xreader related, some are just fun little things I’d like to believe because they’re fun

He l o v e s head scratches and chin scratches, just like a dog, his mom used to do it to him as a kid, it’s just really comforting to him

He is 100% dyslexic, he’s super insecure about it, which is why he leaves reading and writing up to anyone else who’s willing to do it.

This dude is secretly a math wiz. It came super easy to him, but he does tend to keep it on the down low because it was never something he was allowed to be proud of as a child, and it’s not really a needed skill anymore

I personally do not believe Daryl did anything hard while running around with Merle, Shrooms and weed were his limit 99.99% of the time, unless he felt pressured, but even then it would take a lot of convincing

He’s very self conscious about how thick his accent can get, he grew up in a much more rural area than the rest of Rick and Co. (apart from Maggie of course) and he feels out of place with his speech patterns at times.

Daryl was definitely a highschool drop out, assuming his birthday is January 6th, he left as soon as he was old enough to do it without a parent’s consent (18)

I just know this man never got his license. Can you imagine him paying his way through classes and taking a drivers test? I can’t. He probably just got a state ID for booze and just drove around illegally (if he got an ID at all, I’m sure he knew quite a few places that didn’t card)

He runs hot, the cold is a lot easier for him to handle than the heat, which is why he tended to wear sleeveless shirts or half sleeves

He has never had a “crush” in his life. He’s thought people were hot before, of course he has, but romance was never really on his mind

He’s not a total virgin, but he’s not exactly skilled either. His body count is probably 3, and I guarantee you he was not sober before, during, or after.

He’s a thigh and breast man. Hands down.

I know deep in my soul that this man enjoys some face sitting.

He’s not an overly sexual guy, if you were asexual he’d be okay with never doing anything, so long as you were happy

If you’re nonbinary, he was definitely mean to you at the start, with the way he was raised it simply didn’t make any since to him, BUT once you get closer and he starts to trust you, he might (he will) start asking some questions to understand you better

He isn’t a pet name kinda guy. He’s completely on board with calling you sunshine or princess, but anything past that just isn’t for him, and he really isn’t a fan of you giving him one either, unless it’s just a joking matter like how Carol calls him “pookie” from time to time

He’s a morning person and he hates it. He always wakes up at the ass crack of dawn, and every time he wishes he hadn’t.

He is definitely an insomniac, likely derived from having night terrors as a kid

He’s definitely self conscious about his scars, but not enough to cause issues if anyone happened to see them, he isn’t ashamed of them, but he doesn’t want to explain where their from, and he genuinely hasn’t thought of a good enough lie to tell instead.

When rick saw them for the first time Daryl had him fully convinced he was in a fight with a bear for about a week (rick never asked for the real reason)

He has a heavy sweet tooth, and likes to keep hard candy with him at all times (if possible) and he has never, and will never, pass up chocolate in any form.

He genuinely has chicken scratch for handwriting, he does not plan on ever attempting to make it easier to read, he enjoys the struggle people face when he’s put in a position where he has to write anything down. (Plus it helps conceal his errors if they do figure it out)

He does genuinely want kids in his life. Even if they can’t be his biologically. Being “uncle Daryl” is the best feeling he’s ever experienced, and he really wants to experience that with you if you’d allow it/want it (he would never pressure you to have kids)

Headaches and migraines plague his existence and they always have

He had super long hair as a kid and one of his punishments was his dad shaving it all off, which is why he kept it short until after the outbreak.

He would let you paint his toenails, or match his middle finger with whatever polish you decided to wear

This dude HATES clowns. Seeing a walker in a clown get up would absolutely kill him on the inside

You got sick? Don’t worry about it, he will absolutely attempt to make you soup from scratch using bone marrow and whatever else he can find

Fishing is not his thing. He knows how to, but he much prefers just catching them by hand or with a spear.

The closer you two get, the more likely he is to try and convince you that Bigfoot is real

Daryl is a secret star wars fan

He does NOT like country music, Led Zeppelin, Rob zombie, Ozzy osbourne and Lamb of god are much more his thing

He wasn’t a technology kind of guy, so if you tried to explain any aspect of social media to him he’d be completely lost (he didn’t even have a cellphone)

He has a super dry sense of humor

If he had to choose between starving to death or eating plain Cheerios, he would choose death.

One of the reasons he isn’t big on showering is because he doesn’t have a strong immune system from his childhood neglect, and he doesn’t want to shock his body and get sick

He also just hates the way soap feels on his skin. It’s way too sticky

During sex, he’s not strictly dominant or submissive, he’s ready to adapt to whatever you want, even if that means being strictly vanilla

He’s afraid of Santa Clause

And the Easter bunny

He’s willing to try anything once, even if he doesn’t think he’ll like it

He knows a lot of information on plants and herbs, so depending on your mood, he’ll try to find a flower to brighten your day with a little scribbled note explaining its meaning (because you can actually read his atrocious writing)

He’s never once told you he loves you, and your relationship wasn’t a spoken fact. His actions tend to speak louder than words, and if you say you love him, he will occasionally reply with a “back at ya.” Or “me too”

He always has weird shit in his pockets, like cool rocks he found, dead flowers, and fallen leaves.

He genuinely does not understand a single thing that Eugene says, and he never has.

The first time he ever kisses you on his own (you 100% have to make the first move) it’s a very rough and embarrassed act where he just grabs you and plants one in ya before you can even think about what’s happening

He will change his favorite color to whatever yours is, because if you can see beauty in it, then it’s all he can see from then on out

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heich0e · 1 year

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bittersweet - vash the stampede/f!reader (trigun stampede): 7k, listen there's only been 2 eps and i don't know the lore so i am loudy and emphatically declaring creative license, in my mind this is set before the start of stampede but not by much, heavy on the wild wild west core here, light angst, smut, fingering, needy vanilla sex, domesticity, mentions of alcohol/alcoholism, boot-throwing related violence. 18+ NSFW MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

The desert smells bitter.

You wouldn’t think that sand would smell like much at all, but the fragrance that hangs perpetually in the air is heavy, singed, and acrid with the heady scent of life and its misery. Waste and runoff make their unpleasantness acutely known on the hottest days, and the fumes from old machinery that’s barely functioning thanks to age and disrepair—that no one can afford to fix, so they have to hold out hope it keeps running—clogs up the already noxious atmosphere as it rattles on throughout the day.

Mama used to tell you that outside of Jeneora Rock, the world smelled different. There’s somewhere else past the walls that mark the edge of the only town you’ve ever known, even past the wastelands—a place where almost no one ever goes, but that your Mama saw once. Or at least she said she did.

She told you it smelled clean. Sweet. Untouched by anything but the sun’s heat and the five moons’ glow.

Mama’s gone, has been for a long time now, and even though she never had much to give to you in the first place, that story is the most precious thing she left behind. You think about it almost as often as you think about her.

The end of another long day is marked by a familiar heaviness to your bones. Between the suffocating heat that makes you groggy and a hard day's work, there’s a palpable weight that bears down on you as you climb the never-ending metal stairs to your front door—your feet drag a bit more with every step.

The lock to your home is getting hard to turn. You’ve noticed it a few times now: a resistance as you slip your key into the keyhole, a pressure as you urge the mechanism to turn and let you in. There may be sand built up in there to clean out, or maybe it needs some oil.

But oil costs money, of which you don’t have much, so you really hope that it’s the former rather than the latter.

You examine the keyhole once you manage to force the lock open, dropping to your knees outside your door to peek into the narrow opening on the tarnished face of the lock. It doesn’t do you much good because the sun’s already dropped dark, and even if the light of day still hung overhead you doubt it would be enough to make the issue any clearer. You drag your thumb idly along a little scratch beside the keyhole that's probably been there for years; the metal is still warm to the touch from the heat of the day that still hasn’t quite broken, the surface a little rougher where the score is chipped in.

You sigh, picking yourself up off the ground and dusting off your skirt, and turn the knob into your home.

It’s dark when you get inside, but something feels wrong.

You shut the door behind you as you enter, pressing your back flat against it as your eyes struggle to adjust to the dark. Your home, like every other one in town, isn’t really much to look at even in the plain light of day. You’re luckier than lots of people though, you’ve got a couple rooms all to yourself where some families have no choice but to cram many people into just one. Papa left you this house, cause now he’s gone too just like Mama, but not much has changed since the day he left it to you—except now there’s less empty bottles rolling around underfoot, and you get to call the little bedroom off the main room yours.

It takes a second for your eyes to get used to the dimness with the door shut tight behind you, so you blink hard to make it happen faster. You see the rickety little table against the wall near the door, and the chair on the other side of the room where you sometimes sit by the window to mend your skirts when they wear and tear—but only when you get home early enough to catch the last few moments of sun, cause Mama always used to warn you about sewing by lamplight. The shutters on the window are closed and locked now, but there’s no light outside them to let in anyway.

Something shuffles in the dark.

Papa left you a gun, too. Even taught you how to shoot it. Mama hated that. She hated how good you were at it even more. She used to say that shooting was gonna be your husband’s job someday, and that even in a world this wicked Papa was teaching you things you didn’t need to know.

But now Mama’s gone. And Papa’s gone. And the world is still wicked. And you’ve got no husband, but you have a gun you know how to shoot.

You keep it and a little stash of 7 bullets underneath your bed where you can get to it quick, but it’s on the other side of the house, and even though that’s not very far away you don’t know what’s waiting for you between the door and your bed. You don’t know if it’s faster than you are, either, so running for it would be a fool’s errand.

Inside your chest, your heart starts pumping a little harder, ‘til you can feel the wet thump, thump, thump right in the back of your mouth.

You know you need light. You need to be able to see. You can’t make any decisions until you know what’s between you and your Papa's gun tucked up safe underneath your bed.

Slowly your eyes flicker over to the lamp on your table, just within reach.

You suck a little gasp into your lungs to steel your nerve. The air is less sour in here—more familiar, a little more comforting—but the acrid scent of the desert still lingers on the edge of each breath. Slowly you reach towards the lamp and flick it on.

“PLEASE DON’T SHOOT ME!”

The frantic plea frightens you so terribly that it sends you tumbling to the hard floor, landing flat on your ass with your back thumping painfully into the wall beside your door. In front of you is a face that has no right being as familiar as it is; eyes wide in panic beneath a round pair of glasses, blonde hair tousled in disarray, two hands (one flesh and one crafted) lifted in innocence.

Your heart is beating even faster now under the tight pull of your laced waistcoat.

“Are you an idiot?” you hiss, instinctively tugging your boot off your foot and lobbing it forcefully at the unexpected intruder. “You scared the daylights outta me!”

The man sidesteps the projectile easily, and it clatters to the floor. The expression on his face morphs from one of panic to something a little more chagrined.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, drawing out the word. His tone sheepish, and his lips pull into an apologetic little smile.

You place a trembling hand on your chest, pressing down on the spot where you feel your heart thumping the hardest and willing it to slow. You stare at your scuffed floorboards and take a few breaths to ease the frenetic beat of your pulse, and feel yourself begin to wilt as the adrenaline in your veins starts to fade.

“How’d you get in here, Vash the Stampede?” you ask, looking up again at the man in front of you from your place on the ground.

“I knocked first,” he says with a grimace, “but you weren’t home and I…”

“Broke in because you’ve got someone looking for you?” you finish his explanation for him, your tone flat and entirely unsurprised.

He sighs, shoulders slumping dejectedly as his head hangs forward.

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

He lifts his chin only enough to guiltily meet your gaze.

“It’s just for one night,” he murmurs the plea, his bottom lip weighed down by a pout.

You shut your eyes tight, hands balling into fists over your skirt to hide the way they tremble.

“Fine.”

Vash falls to his knees in front of you, hands pressed to the floor as he gets right up in your face with a wide, cheerful grin. He’s almost nose to nose with you, the light of the lamp glinting in his glasses.

“Thanks so much! I promise I’ll be outta here before you know it!”

He doesn’t need to tell you that, because the pang in your empty stomach tells you that, even unspoken, you already knew it to be true.

Vash is travelling light again, just like the last time you saw him. He’s only got one bag that he begins to unpack onto the rickety table in your kitchen, leaving you to quietly go about your own business like you would if you hadn’t found him in your home that night. On the other side of the kitchen you unpack the meagre amount of food you’d managed to buy for yourself that day from little satchel you carried it home in. It’s barely enough food for one, and now you’ll have to stretch it between two.

“Where’s your father?” Vash asks as he fiddles with his gun at the table behind you. “I thought it was him coming through the door, and I thought for sure he was gonna blow my—“

“He’s dead.”

The silence that follows is heavy. Uncomfortable, even. Vash’s hands still even as yours keep quietly peeling the sad, withered skin from the vegetable in your hand with the blade of a half-dulled knife.

“I’m sorry,” his next words are quiet. “Your father was a nice man.”

“My father was a drunk who got himself shot in a bar fight with a merchant who came to town and was talking big. He just worshipped you because you saved the plant.”

That same uncomfortable silence creeps in again in the wake of your words, but after a few moments you hear Vash pick up his tools and start tinkering away at whatever he’s working on once more.

“Is the plant still running?” Vash is the first to speak again, though a fair amount of time passes before he risks another attempt at conversation.

“More or less,” you remark, setting a little pot on the stove to boil with whatever ingredients you’d been able to scrounge together into a meal. You watch the flame of the element burst to life as you flick the switch, a little hiss as the fire licks at the edges of your only copper pot. “Some days it’s more reliable than others. But whatever you did seems to be holding up all right.”

“Good!” Vash says behind you. “That’s good.”

You turn to face him, the unevenly mended hem of your skirt swishing around your ankles. You lean against the little countertop behind you, with your arms crossed behind your back.

“I’ll pop by the plant before I leave town—”

You watch as Vash’s fingers nimbly fiddle with his gun, broken down into its component parts to be cleaned and maintained. You’re sure it doesn’t need it—are certain he’s fired less shots from that gun in the two years since you’ve seen him than you’ve heard in town this week alone—but it’s kind of nice to watch him work, to appreciate how certain and precise his every move is, and to see how concentrated he is while he goes about it.

“—just to make sure everything’s still in good shape.”

He looks up at you, like for the first time he feels your gaze as it traces the lines of his profile. He smiles again, that same wide, willful expression of cheer that he always endeavours to wear even though he might be the person least entitled to it.

You hum. “I’m sure everyone would appreciate that. You should stop by to see Rosa too, she’ll box my ear if she finds out you blew though town and didn’t go see her.”

The two of you eat across the table from one another in silence. Just the scrape of cutlery and the occasional loud swallow passing between the two of you. Vash seems hungry, but appears to be trying his best to be at least a little restrained as he eats with you. Even though you’d given him the larger of the two portions, he’s still finished his plate before you’ve finished yours, but he sits patiently across from you waiting for you to swallow your final bite.

“I’ll take these,” he jumps to his feet before you have the chance to even push your chair back from the table, snatching both of your dishes up into his hands. “I’ll clean up, since you’re letting me stay.”

You don’t deny him, and instead slump back into your seat, dragging your wrist along your forehead. Your skin feels grimy from the hot day and the filth outside. Normally you would have bathed before you cooked, but you hadn’t eaten a proper meal all day—and Vash looked like it may have been even longer than that.

“I’m gonna wash,” you say, standing from your seat. You pause, your fingertips tracing against the rough, rutted surface of the tabletop. You know you don’t have enough water for two baths in your tank. You used to bathe with your mother when you were little, then once you were older and Mama was gone, you got the bathwater first and Papa would get in after you were done. It’s never been an issue until now. “Er—Vash?”

At the sink where your uninvited house guest is scrubbing at the dishes in the washbasin that you’d filled ahead of time, Vash pauses, glancing at you over his shoulder. He’s taken off his familiar red coat, left hanging off the chair he’d been seated in at the table, and the black turtleneck he wears beneath it stretches taut over the musculature of his back as it faces you.

“The bath… there’s only enough water to fill it once. I don’t…Do you want…?” you aren’t sure what you’re even trying to ask him, but whatever is coming out of your mouth is even less clear than the thoughts running through your head.

“I’ll bathe second, don’t worry about me.”

Vash’s smile is gentle and obliging, his eyes crinkling at the corners as they narrow into little crescents. You nod stiffly, feeling heat flush through you at the softness in his expression, and shuffle off towards the other side of your home while avoiding his gaze.

The walls of your home are paper thin, and you’re certain that Vash can hear the splash of water in the tub as clearly as you can hear the scratchy, garbled sound of his radio from the other room. Once your skin’s been scrubbed clean of the day, you sit in the water with your knees pulled to your chest and your chin tucked between them. You strain to try to make out what’s being broadcast, but it’s difficult to hear since the reception in town is always so piss poor, and whatever coherent bits of news you manage to catch are just as abysmal as always.

It’s strange, hearing someone else in the house. It’s something you didn’t realize had become so foreign to you in the time you’ve learned to live alone. The idle puttering in the other room is a sound you didn’t realize you had missed. You lean back and dunk yourself into the water, where everything goes quiet.

The bathwater never gets very hot to begin with—tepid at the best of times, which seems unfair given the climate—but you know it’s not fair to waste time in the tub when someone else is waiting for it. You pull yourself up out of the metal basin, careful not to disturb the stopper in the bottom of the tub, and dry as much water from your skin as you can. Once you’ve deemed yourself sufficiently towelled, you pull on your nightdress and a threadbare housecoat overtop.

Vash looks up from the chair in the corner by the window when you emerge from the bathroom, and he meets your eyes so unwaveringly it feels decidedly like he’s trying hard not to let his gaze wander elsewhere. You fidget under his stare, fiddling with the fraying ends of the towel around your neck that’s catching the droplets that fall from your hair. He must realize that he’s unnerving you, because he averts his eyes to a point on the wall over your shoulder after a moment.

“My turn?” he asks, his tone chipper but polite.

“All yours,” you nod, stepping into your bedroom and leaving him to his business.

There’s an old trunk at the bottom of your bed where you keep some of the things your father left that you haven’t yet been able to sell or make use of. You find an old shirt of his near the very bottom, soft and worn-thin from years of washing. It’s something you could have easily sold or traded by now, but that you couldn’t quite bring yourself to part with—though you’re certain the day will inevitably come when sentimentality can no longer outweigh your basic needs.

You stand outside the bathroom door for a moment, your father’s shirt clutched tightly in your hands. You can hear the splash of bathwater you’re sure has gone cold from where you stand, only a few feet and a thin door between you.

You muster your nerve and tap your knuckles lightly against the door.

“I have a shirt if you need something to—“

The door opens, and you find yourself unexpectedly facing the bare chest of your one-night housemate, still damp and glistening from the bath, lined with silvery scars that the low light catches on.

You toss the shirt at him unceremoniously and turn quickly away, and Vash himself makes a little sound of surprise.

“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to be—“

“It’s fine,” you answer before he can even finish his apology, still refusing to meet his gaze. You gesture vaguely over your shoulder without turning. “Just take that.”

The bathroom door clicks closed again, and you clutch the belt of your housecoat over your diaphragm.

You need a drink.

You cross your home to the cabinet in your kitchen, reaching to the back of the nearly-bare shelf and pulling out a dusty old bottle that’s been there since your father died. It wouldn’t have lasted a day if he were still living, and you’ve made it years without ever so much as cracking it open.

Today however, you feel it’s well-deserved.

The dust caked on the bottle smears against your palm as you open it, and you wipe the grime furiously against the material of your housecoat as you pour a long glug of the amber liquor into a waiting glass. It’s vile, lukewarm from the constant heat of your home, and burns every inch of the way down—but as you set the empty glass back onto the counter, you still find yourself grateful for it.

You pour another drink.

“Take it easy,” you hear a voice say behind you, accompanied by a breathy little laugh.

You turn and see Vash hovering not far from you, his black turtleneck folded over one arm and your father’s shirt over his no-longer-bare chest. His hair is wet, a towel draped around his shoulders just like yours, and he’s taken off his usual eyewear. The mole underneath his eye seems more prominent now that he’s scrubbed himself clean.

Your empty glass dangles from the tips of your fingers, the acerbic taste of the liquor lingering on your tongue. You hold it out to him in offering, and he scrunches up his nose a little bit.

“I really shouldn’t—“

“It’s rude to turn down a drink your host is offering you, y’know.”

Things like rudeness don’t mean anything to anyone these days, least of all yourself. Decency is a luxury few people can afford.

Vash sighs, still smiling, and takes the glass from you. Your fingers brush as it passes from your hand to his, and then you take the bottle and pour another healthy splash into the waiting cup. He brings it to his lips, wincing against the fumes alone that waft up from the glass.

“It’s better if you don’t sip it,” you offer him, though even then you know the guidance doesn’t help much.

He tips it back and drains it.

Two drinks were enough to have you feeling woozy, but you pour yourself a third for good measure. You spare Vash the pain of another, much to his apparent relief, and let him off with just the one before tucking the half-drained bottle back into the cupboard you’d dug it out of.

When you turn around again, Vash is crouched down, examining something on the ground.

Your boot. The one you’d thrown at him earlier.

He peers up at you from the floor, he lifts the shoe slightly.

“It broke again.”

A memory floods back to you then, unbidden.

Sitting side by side with Vash on the edge of the steps outside the same house you live in now, but when the way you lived was different. The plant had just been repaired, and there was a palpable feeling of effervescent joy sizzling through the town around you. An uncharacteristic camaraderie amongst the people of Jeneora Rock as the celebration of Vash’s handiwork spreading through the narrow, grimy streets. The two of you were away from it all, sitting quietly together in a strange sort of celebration of your own.

You were less a woman than you were a girl back then, but still somehow neither. He’d patched the sole of your boot back on when it had ripped loose. And you’d laughed when he handed it back to you with an endearingly clumsy flourish, the sound as high and bright as the sun that hung in the sky overhead. You still remember the way your laughter had made his smile grow.

The patch job had lasted a year. You’d sobbed the day it came loose again, just shortly after the death of your father. You’d been using twine tied tightly around the toe of the boot to hold it together ever since.

Vash blinks up at you from the ground as you stare down at him with what you’re sure is a vacant look in your eyes.

“I brought you something,” he says, hopping up and skittering over to his rucksack with your boot still in his hand. He rifles around in the bag for a moment, his mechanical arm shoulder deep as he roots for what he’s looking for. His eyebrows shoot up and he grins when he locates it—a wide, brilliant smile splitting across his face as he pulls his arm out.

He holds his find up in triumph.

You look at it with narrowed eyes.

“What… is it?” you ask, after a moment of trying to identify the small, relatively unremarkable little container in his hand.

“Boot glue!” he says excitedly, waving it in front of your face. “I thought of you when I saw it! The merchant wanted an arm and a leg for it but I managed to—”

Tears have sprung up in your eyes against your will, and you quickly turn away from him to hide them from his sight.

“Hey, are you okay?” Vash’s voice is softer now, less enthusiastic and more concerned.

That softness is what upsets you more than anything. Tenderness is a foreign thing in the desolation of the wastelands.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, scrubbing your hand over your stinging eyes.

For thinking of me.

For knowing that you’d come back.

You leave that part off, but you feel it just as much as what you say.

You drain that third glass that’s been sitting on the counter waiting for you, hoping the burn of the liquor as it sloshes down your throat to your stomach will give you something else to focus on. Or, if nothing else, that it might numb the sudden pain that’s laid roots down in your core.

Vash sits at the table as he patches up your boot under the lamplight, much like he had the first time. You watch him from the chair in the corner, under the shuttered window, with your knees drawn up into your seat with you. You’re more shameless now than you had been while he cleaned his gun, observing him keenly as he scrubs your boot with a rag and leftover water from the dish pan. He makes sure no more grime clings to it before he carefully smears a thick layer of the glue along the sole, pressing down firmly to make sure the adhesion takes. He holds the boot up in front of him when he’s done, his tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth, eyeing it from every angle to survey his own work.

You watch him just as raptly.

He turns in his seat once he’s satisfied, holding the boot up.

“All done!” he says, hopping up to his feet and shuffling towards you. He crouches down in front of you and holds out his hand expectantly. Slowly, you stick your foot out, and he cradles it gently in his roughened palm.

Carefully he slips the boot onto your foot, tightening the laces once it’s fully in place.

“How’s it feel?” he asks you, peeking up at you from his place on the floor.

“Feels good,” you reply, with an equally breathy tone.

The lamplight doesn’t reach this corner of the room quite as brightly as it does at the table, but you can still make out a blush that sits high and pretty at the top of Vash’s cheeks. You wonder if he’s starting to feel the flush thanks to the liquor, or if maybe it’s something else entirely.

“G-good!” he stammers a little, fiddling with the laces at your ankle. “I’m glad!”

“That glue must have been expensive,” you say. “Thank you, Vash.”

He shoots you a smile as he loops his fingers through the laces. “It's the least I could do, especially with you putting me up for the night.”

For the night.

Just for the night.

The reminder makes you ache a little.

Vash helps you slip your boot off again, carrying it over to the door and setting it down beside its mate.

“I’ll leave this here for you, in case you need it again,” he says, screwing the top back onto the little pot of adhesive at the table. “There’s not much left, but there’s some.”

You nod from your seat in the corner, one leg up and one leg still down—your nightdress drawn up to your knee from when he’d helped you into your boot.

Vash ruffles the hair at the nape of his neck, dry now after his bath. Yours remains a little damp, but you’re sure it won’t last long as the residual heat from the day still hangs in the air even though the sun has long set.

“It’s late,” he finally says after a moment. “You should sleep.”

You hum in agreement, moving to stand from your chair. The room spins slightly around you, those three glasses you’d knocked back sneaking up on you while you’d been sitting down. Your foot hooks in the hem of your nightdress because of the way you’d been sitting, but before you can stumble theres a strong arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady. A warmth pressing into you as your face meets a heaving chest.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Vash murmurs, his grip on you tightening for the briefest moment.

Your hands clutch at his shirt, and you don’t meet his eyes as you nod, letting him lead you towards your bedroom.

Your hands fumble at the belt of your nightdress, pulling it off and tossing the garment across the end of your bed as Vash helps you onto the mattress. You tuck your feet under the thin sheet before leaning back against your pillows, and Vash is quick to turn and head towards the door after helping you pull it up to your waist.

“Wait,” you call to him before he can retreat. He pauses in the doorway, glancing at you over his shoulder. “Where are you going to sleep?”

You hadn’t thought much about this, and you ought to have considered it earlier. You only have the one bed, but you have two pillows you can share and a spare blanket in the trunk at the end of it that you could offer him if he wants to sleep on the floor.

But you don’t want to tell him that.

“I’ll just take the chair,” he says with a blithe smile, jutting his thumb towards the armchair in the other room.

It won’t be comfortable. You know that from experience, having fallen asleep there a few times yourself after a particularly gruelling day. The stuffing is lumpy and the springs are painful if you press against them the wrong way. You know he won’t complain about it. You even know that it’s probably still more comfortable than lots of other places he’s rested his head over the past two years.

But you want to be selfish.

For once you don’t want to be alone.

“Vash,” you say quietly, and you watch his entire body go rigid at the sudden bare vulnerability of your tone. “Please stay with me.”

You’d asked him the same thing once before, but different. The words once murmured desperately against his lips as you clung to his red jacket. Staring at him with eyes full of hope and a freshly patched boot on your foot.

He’d looked at you the same way back then too. That smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. As gentle of a no that he could ever offer you.

“I know you have to leave,” you murmur, eyes downcast to your hands as they rest atop your lap. “I don’t expect anything like that from you. I know it’s just for tonight.”

“Please don’t cry.”

The bed dips beside you, and Vash tilts your face up towards him. He looks troubled when you meet his gaze, even in the dim light of your bedroom you can make out the conflict on his features. It’s strange to see him not smiling, wrong almost.

But your eyes are dry.

“Stay,” you repeat yourself, meeting his gaze resolutely. You swallow hard over the lump in your throat, bracing yourself for the impending sear of rejection.

Vash cups your cheeks in his hands, and you can’t tell if it’s your cheeks or his touch that feels so warm.

“You deserve someone that can say yes to that and mean it properly,” he says ruefully, not dissimilarly to what he’d said the first time you’d asked the very same thing of him.

“I’m not asking anyone else,” you whisper, “I’m asking you."

You wonder if your mouth still tastes like liquor as Vash’s tongue dips inside of it, hovering over you as you lay sprawled across your bed.

It didn’t start like this, of course. The first kiss had been gentle, hesitant even—like Vash wasn’t quite sure if he was going to see it through at all, poised to flee at any moment. But neither of you could deny how right it felt when his lips brushed yours, an immediate wash of relief and of unadulterated want inundating you all at once. You’d been the one to crane up and bridge the gap, but soon Vash was crawling into your bed overtop of you, easing you back to lay flat as he succumbed to the same need you felt thrumming through your veins.

Your hands are tangled in his hair now—a gesture that earned you a pitchy, needy little groan from him as your fingers twisted through the blonde strands. It only seemed to make him more eager as he parted his lips against your own in a deeper kiss.

There’s something a little clumsy about it all, an eagerness and inexperience to every touch and graze. But it’s not the same as it was at first, no longer hesitant or wary—his reservations have been peeled away as surely as the clothes the two of you are wearing, until you feel nothing but his skin against your own.

Vash’s hands are as greedy and rapacious as his mouth; touching, grabbing, grazing anything he can reach. His calloused fingers cup themselves around the swell of your chest, squeezing lightly, and when you reward him with a little moan it stokes the flames of his curiosity, and his touch moves to the pebbled bud of your nipple next. He rolls it tentatively between his fingers, pinching ever so slightly, and when you gasp against his mouth, arching further into his touch, he makes his own little pleased sound of surprise before lavishing your other breast with equal attention.

His metal hand touches you more gingerly than the other, and he tends to favour the one made of flesh and bone. The contrast in sensations is a little disorienting—smooth, hard metal versus the life-roughened heat of skin on skin. It’s dizzying. You want more.

“Vash,” you murmur against his mouth.

Your lips are stinging now from the constant kissing. He’s scarcely left your mouth uncovered by his own since they first connected, but at your hoarse whisper of his name he pulls back slightly, watching your face for any sign of reproach.

“Touch me more, please,” you say to him, cupping his cheeks as he presses his forehead into yours, both of you sharing the same breath in the little space between you.

He makes a sound halfway between a grunt and a hum, nodding a little, and kisses you again as his hands slip further down your willing, waiting form.

If he’s surprised by the wet wet heat he finds between your legs, it doesn’t stop him. One finger and then two find their way inside you slowly; he moves in gentle thrusts and scissoring motions that have your jaw going slack. His palm presses against the swell of your clit, and each time your hips jump it grinds into the heel of his palm, earning a keen from the back of your throat.

“Feels good?” Vash trails kisses up the top of your cheek until his lips are by your ear. His breathing is laboured and the air of each breath is hot as it ghosts across your skin. Your tongue feels leaden, but you nod repeatedly, wrapping your arms around his neck and keeping him close.

“Yeah,” you finally manage to breathe out, “’s good.”

It’s even better when you feel the stretch of him pressing himself inside.

The sound that’s pulled from the depth of Vash’s broad chest as he carves his way into you makes your toes curl—high and sweet and desperate.

“’S hot,” he slurs, his hips giving a shallow, desperate thrust.

He’s needy, pulling you closer as he moves you how he wants you. He loops your knees up over his elbows, his mouth frantically finding it’s way back to yours as the weight of his entire body bears down on you.

The next thrust is harder, deeper. And the pace only increases after that.

The rickety headboard of your old bed knocks against the wall each time he brings his hips down against yours. It’s loud, but so is the sound of skin on skin, and you have the distant thought as the bed frame creaks that it sounds like it might splinter underneath you—but you don’t find it in yourself to care as the pressure in you core steadily builds, threatening to burst. It blinds and deafens you to anything but the pulse that pounds in your throat. It makes your fingers curl against the skin of Vash’s shoulder blades until your nails dig into skin.

He’s still kissing you, wet and messy and noisy as his tongue presses into your mouth. He never stops kissing you.

It's nice to be with someone. To be touched. To feel wanted and needed.

Especially by him.

Your eyes flutter open, and as though he can sense your gaze on him Vash’s do the same. His expression is heavy-lidded as he pants, a little drop of sweat sitting high on the edge of his blushing cheek. He smiles a little, a soft, gentle expression you’ve never seen before.

A tenderness in his gaze unlike any you’ve ever experienced.

The pressure in your core comes undone.

He takes your face in his hands as pleasure rips through you like a sandstorm, blistering and unescapable. He’s still kissing you. Keeping you so near. In the haze it’s hard to tell where you end and he begins, everything clouded into something thats both and somehow neither. Something new.

“Close,” Vash whines, grinding his hips down against your own.

Your muscles ache, the pleasure has worn you raw, and your lungs are pricking with the need for a full deep breath you haven’t been able to draw into them now for some time. But even so, you don’t want it to be over. Can’t bear the thought of being apart.

The headboard rattles a few more times, and then the pressure between your legs is gone as Vash pulls out and spatters his spend across your stomach with a long, low groan.

It’s hot. The mess on your skin, the sweat that clings to you, the paltry breaths of air you draw into your lungs. Even the sheets of your bed have absorbed the heat from both of your bodies, sticking to your skin as you collapse into them in boneless heaps, chests heaving and hearts racing side by side.

You tilt your face towards the boy crowded into your narrow bed beside you, and find him watching you expectantly.

“You okay?” he asks, brushing a piece of hair away from your eyes.

You hum, leaning into his touch.

Vash’s gaze travels down your body, eyeing the mess he’s made of you with wide eyes. He pops up suddenly, clambering out of bed and tripping clumsily over the sheet that’s fallen half-way off the mattress as he skitters out the door. You’re not too worried that he’s going far, considering he’s still stark naked, but you watch the doorway curiously as you wait for him to return.

When he does, he has a cloth in hand—still damp from your bath earlier in the evening. As gently as he can, Vash cleans you up; the cloth cool is against your sticky skin, and feels nice. Once he’s satisfied with his handiwork, he presses a kiss to the valley between your ribs, lifting his face to smile up at you.

You shoot him a feeble smile back.

He slips into bed beside you once more, crawling up towards the pillows and pulling the rumpled sheet up to your chins as he goes. He settles in, and with one sweep of his arm he tucks you safely against his chest, with your ear resting over his heart. His hand pats gently along the back of your hair down your spine, keeping you close to him.

Vash smells good. Clean and comforting. It makes you think of the place your mother told you about once. You wonder if he smells like that place, or maybe even better.

You wonder if he’s ever been there before.

You wonder if he’d tell you if you asked.

You open your eyes, though the effort pains you in your exhaustion, and you see him peering back at you. Vash’s lips pull into a smile, but it's one of the ones that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. An expression that you know is more for you than it is for himself.

You think the two of you have a lot in common, then. That maybe the two of you understand the same loneliness. The same feeling of being haunted.

Your ghosts live on in the trunk at the end of your bed and at the back of your cupboard, covered in dust, tucked away out of sight.

Vash’s live on inside of him, and it’s where he seems determined to keep them.

In that moment you know that even if you were to ask, he’d tell you nothing—and he’d do it for your own sake.

Tomorrow you’ll wake and the air will smell bitter and burnt, and he’ll be gone, but your boot will be mended, and the little pot of glue will remind you he was there. But tonight you’ll dream about the place your Mama told you about, and tomorrow you’ll still have the smell that clings to your sheets. So for now, the world smells different.

And that has to be enough.

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como te quiero yo | jjk (m)

translation: how i love you

summary - there’s never a moment where jungkook doesn’t want you, even if you’re not physically there to help him.

pairing - idol!jungkook x latina!reader

genre - established relationship, smut, fluff

word count - 1k

song inspo - como te quiero yo by kali uchis

warnings - phone sex, masturbation (both m and f), spanish pet names <3, subby koo (y’all know i can’t resist), dom reader, mommy kink, sickly sweet lovey dovey shit

translations! cariño - darling, principe - prince, pobrecito - poor thing, buen trabajo cariño - good job darling, te quiero mas, mi vida - i love you more, my life

a/n - jk would def bust quick if you talked to him in spanish idk 🤷🏽‍♀️ also lmk if u guys want more race-specific reader content i’ll def supply!

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It’s 1:30 am in New York. The moon shines through the sheer curtains in Jungkook’s high-rise hotel, casting a glow on the white sheets he’s currently snuggled in. He tried to go to sleep, he really did. But he can’t seem to stop his mind from wandering to thoughts of you. What time is it where you’re at? Have you eaten? Would it be ok to call you right now? He tongues at his newest lip piercing as he contemplates if he should text you or not. Luckily for him, you beat him to it.

my love 💞: babyyyyyy u up? i miss u :(

He giggles giddily and immediately hits the call button. You pick up after the first ring. “Hi angel,” he says quietly. He feels like a little kid talking to his crush. “Hi handsome, I saw your show earlier. You did so well!” you reply. You two go on for a while, relaying your days and catching each other up on anything new going on in your lives. As you listen to him talk sleepily to you on the phone, you can’t help but clench your thighs together. His voice gets so low and gravelly, and it makes you throb thinking of that voice in your ear as he’s fucking his fat length into you. It hasn’t been insanely long since you two have done anything. He’s been in New York for only a week now and he made sure to fuck you numb before he left. But still, you’re so used to going at it all the time that it almost feels like torture not to have him here with you. As you listen to him talk, you slowly slide your hand down your body, teasing the hem of your panties. You reply to him in hums to at least keep him thinking you’re somewhat paying attention. You gasp softy as you start to circle your clit, which causes Jungkook to pause and raise a brow, but he doesn’t think much of it after you tell him to keep talking. The faster your fingers move on your clit however, the louder your noises get. Jungkook stops talking completely to make sure he’s hearing correctly.

“W-What are you doing,” he laughs nervously. He feels his boxers get tighter the more he hears you moan and pant into the phone. “Mmm what does it sound like I’m doing cariño?” Jungkook physically twitches. He loves when you speak Spanish to him, not only does he find it beautiful, he finds it so fucking sexy. He whimpers and quickly takes off his underwear. His long cock slaps his abdomen and he hisses at the cold air that hits his sticky tip. Only you could make him drip with precum this fast. He spits into his palm and wraps his hand around himself, setting a quick pace. He felt this need rushing over him the second he heard your pretty sounds. You hear how fast he’s going on your end, the wet smacking of his hand going up and down his length making you smile. He’s such a needy boy.

“Aht aht, slow down baby. I don’t want you cumming yet,” you giggle. “But I don’t wannaaa,” he whines. He already feels the stirring in his stomach, he could cum in the next minute or so if he really tried to.

“That wasn’t a question. Do as I say or else you won’t cum at all tonight,” you say sternly. He whimpers and slows down, just as you said. “M sorry mommy, it just feels s-ohh-o good,” his sentence was interrupted by his hand squeezing his tip gently. Fuck, he wants to cum so bad.

“I know principe, just keep moving nice and slow for me. That’s it…my good boy,” you sigh breathily. You get on your knees and rock your hips back and forth on your fingers, imagining they were his. You slowly keep talking him through it, describing everything you wanna do to him when he gets home. His eyes shut as he visualizes your every word. He imagines you’re on top of him, bouncing up and down slowly while you stare deep into his teary doe eyes. He imagines you wrapping your hand around his neck as you sloppily twirl your tongue around his. His toes curl at the thought of your fingers sliding into his mouth as you gradually move faster, choking on them as your ass slams against his thighs.

“There we go babyboy, go faster for mommy,” his face scrunches in pleasure as he feels himself get closer and closer. Precum and spit make the glide of his hand effortless. “Mommy, m gonna cum! Please please can I cum? Please,” Jungkook begs. His hips buck as he fucks into his fist. You can’t do anything but smile and moan along with him as you match the pace of his hand on your clit.

“Pobrecito, you wanna cum sweet boy? Make a mess all over yourself?” He nods feverishly but soon answers verbally too, as he realizes dumbly that you can’t see him. He isn’t exactly thinking clearly at the moment. “I’m close too, principe. Cum with mommy,” you whine. You count down from 5, wanting to time your orgasms perfectly. Jungkook tries all his might to keep from busting his load. The second you reach one his body locks up and he lets out a loud gasp. Thick, white ropes shoot from his swollen tip onto his abs and hand, the rest dripping down his balls. His head feels light and fuzzy, but he can still hear your pretty voice mumbling and cursing in Spanish through your climax. Soon all you both hear is each other’s heavy breathing through the speaker.

“Buen trabajo cariño, I’m so proud of you,” you say warmly. He blushes and thanks you shyly. “I’m serious Kookie. You’ve been working so hard lately. I’m so so so proud of you. I really can’t wait for you to come home so I can smother you with kisses,” you sigh dreamily. Being with someone like Jungkook was difficult at times, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“Thank you, angel. I’m coming home as soon as I can, I promise,” he says with determination. You laugh softly at his words, causing him to smile. God, he’s so in love with you.

“Goodnight ____, I love you so much,” he says sweetly. “Te quiero mas, mi vida. I’ll be waiting for you.”

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circeyoru · 3 months

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So I have ideas like tooooo many (also LOVE the Unwanted soul series of yours❤️) so how would Alastor be if Lucifer brings up how powerful Reader is but Reader chose to stay in the background more than to use their full power like Readers only been using a small portion of it as Reader hasn’t used their full power in like a WHILE so it’s like a knock-back for them if they try using it again cause it’s been so long but their doing it to defend Alastor, also for Reader as a demon what Era are we thinking of that they lived in before they committed Suicide?

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}.

PERFECT! This is perfect! I was wondering if this was about {Unwanted Soul} and the setting death of Reader just confirms it!

Why's this request perfect? Because I've been looking for an excuse to post the design for this Reader or you! The design (by description cause I can't draw) will be at the end, after answering this ask.

Alastor is aware you're powerful. I mean, the first meeting of you proved that much, not anyone have the ability to just summon angelic weapons with real angelic steel. Though, because Alastor never saw you doing battles or showing off your powers, he isn't aware you were powerful to be an apple to the King of Hell's eye.

Frantically speaking, Alastor knows only the tip of the iceberg, nothing underneath. That's the part that Lucifer is fully aware of since he watched you train up your powers and abilities before you quit your work at his place. (check part 4 for more details) Lucifer is confident in your abilities because he knows you're no pushover and most importantly, you won't give sh*t to other demons because you're not weak like them.

"If our Pager Demon wants, Overlords like you will be long gone! Hahaha!" Lucifer laughed as he pridefully praised your hidden potential. He mentioned it because he was telling Alastor that you didn't need to be babied like a soul weaker than him.

Alastor's been fighting your battles since he accepted his feelings for you and never let you raise a finger until your battle with Adam. Lucifer waves it off as you being rusty, you could have done much more damage than what actually happened. You were a shut-in for how long? Lost count, but it's long, very very long.

Then why hasn't he heard about you before? Because you prefer to be out of the spotlight. Lucifer told like it was common knowledge, even taunting Alastor how he never knew all these things about you.

He's ashamed to admit he never questioned your life before meeting him, he didn't care who you were before, he cared about the present and future where he'll be with you. But when Lucifer was able to name so much about you, he questions it. Yet, a lot of things now make sense.

How you were secretive with your powers and abilities. How you let Alastor do what he likes without much care. How your fear was only on his reputation as an Overlord and the powers he held, not him. How you held yourself even when you were at a disadvantage. You had everything you needed to back you up. You can afford to be underestimated because that's what you want.

And the fact that you broke your own rules and boundaries to save him from Adam that day. Alastor couldn't control the blush and smile that spread on his face. He got up and left Lucifer to see you, the edge was so strong like a magnetic pull!

You flinched when Alastor appeared out of nowhere and snuggled up to you. You moved an arm to half-hug him, patting his back while you continued to watch your anime. "What's gotten into you?"

"Have I mentioned how much I adore and treasure you, My Dearest Love?"

You rolled your eyes, even though Alastor didn't answer you, you didn't mind. "Only every day with your actions."

Alastor hummed, looking up at you from his position, his eyes drooped in that lovesick mode he lets out to you and for you. His smile was smaller but more genuine than what he puts on for others. "And I'll never stop. You deserve that much."

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Your Demon Design (I'm actually curious how you view yourself and wanna see drawings)

Demon Title: The Page Demon

Demon Species: (pick whatever you’d like, this doesn’t matter)

Date of Death: 20XX (as long as it’s a time when there’s a lot of anime/manga to watch and read)

Age of Death: (adulthood)

Reason of Death: Suicide through CO poisoning (died in your sleep)

Reason to go to Hell: Killing one’s life: your own

Appearance: (pick whatever you’d like, this doesn’t matter) You have a semi-formal outfit when outdoors, a blank notebook will be strapped on the side of your hip, opposite to your dominant hand, and a quill will be placed somewhere on you (can be in your hair or in the inner coat pocket like I wrote before)

Personality: You’re mostly seen as lazy and dull, mundane even since you only do what you please and there’s not a lot to do. However, you are keen on things like learning new knowledge of information. It’s a bit like a hidden side of you and one Alastor found out while being healed by you. You are cautious since you need to look out for yourself, think-first-act-later type of mindset. You prefering to wait for the right time than rushing into things. You have a bad habit of not care for things outside of your interest, being blunt and cruel to things and beings you don’t see eye to eye. When something or someone does catch your interest, you’re more attentive to the point of obsession (not to Alastor’s level). You don’t like changes, especially drastic ones. That’s why Alastor slowly got to you with time, the possessiveness and obsession from him was a slow change to the point you didn’t notice since you got used to it. You give off the aura of innocence and harmless, especially when Alastor is near you, but truly, you’re just keeping cards to yourself

Demonic Abilities / Powers Unique to You:

Perfect Memory: While it’s never touched upon, it was hinted that your memory is very good and precise. You have something of a photographic memory that goes hand in hand with your abilities and powers below. Any mental attacks or memory-based manipulation is useless against you

Construction: With just your handwriting on a blank page, you can construct anything you have full understanding of. Be it a fan, or drugs, and even angelic weapons. You must blow on the piece of paper to activate this

Casting: With your handwriting on a blank page, you can cast a limited around of spells. Namely those that you have seen before or was attacked by. Pre-written pages act the same, applying it on a surface has a greater effect (like in part 1 where you put Alastor to sleep). Same activation as Contruction

Healing: With a blank page that has the word ‘heal’ on it, you can put it on the wound and the page will disappear to heal. However, the healing process zaps away your energy the bigger and deeper the wound. Over-exhaustion and you go to slumber mode to recover

Teleportation: You teleport with the help of blank pages and appear out of them, making your grand entrance. By extension, you can travel through pages, papers, documents, and books wherever they are, they act as your teleportation portals (a bit like Vox with his electronic devices)

Knowledge Absorption: Something you use to reboot yourself or recharge yourself from using too much energy for the above two. By absorbing knowledge from anything, you will learn and memorize them, turning it into your energy and power — You only use when in Slumber Mode

Imprisonment: You are able to imprison a demon within books and keep them on your shelves, similar to putting them in limbo. The demon is let out when the book is either opened or destroyed. A demon stronger than you or have the power to wrap reality cannot be kept in the book for long (e.g. Lucifer, Lilith) — This is a power you have never used since leaving Lucifer’s service

Reality Conjuring: You can bring to life what you see or imagine, better when you have a reference like a novel or anime. Bring forth a makeshift dome where that world is yours to control. It can be conjured during one’s dreams or an enclosed area. Requires immense concentration and detail — This is a power you have never used since leaving Lucifer’s service

Curse: Paper isn't the only thing you write on. If you write something on someone's skin, especially with ill thought, it's like a curse that eats them up. Their energy is yours slowly, depending on what you write

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cjjohansson · 11 months

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4 months. 18+

natasha romanoff x reader - -smut- AMAB!reader - 18+ only!!!!! first time attempting smut so pls be nice thx🥺

4 months past since you broke up. Things never change.

My fists fly towards the punching bag in front of me, every punch getting out my frustration. It’s been 4 months since I last saw her. Leaving after we broke up was easier than staying. Only Fury calling me back after only being away for 4 months wasn't something I was expecting.

Me and Natasha ended weird.

Natasha was always a person who would rather run away from her feelings whereas I am a person who happily chases them. Maybe that’s why we were both wrong for one another.

But we never felt wrong for each other. She loved me, I loved her. She just never knew how to show that, but she was learning too and I was okay with that. But one day she just ended it, she couldn't do it anymore. That was all she told me and then she disappeared for days. I left before she came back.

“You're back…I didn't believe Tony when he just said it…” My head turns to the voice that invades my ears and I find myself instantly turning away from Natasha who is standing by the gym doors.

“Yep.” I mutter as I continue to get back into the rhythm of my punches

“I called you, you know” She whispers to me as she appears behind the punching bag. I hum in response.

“Babe…”

“You don't get to call me that anymore.” I spit as I turn to walk away from her towards my gym bag on the side getting ready to put my t-shirt back on.

“Can you just listen to me, please?” The crack in her voice causes me to stop. I always hated it when she cried, this was her only telltale that she was going to.

“Talk.” I mutter to her as I keep my back to her.

“I ran and I know I did that, I know I do that. I heard you talking to Maria about proposing and it freaked me out and I ran. If I knew that meant you were going to leave, I never would have ran. I just needed time.” Natasha says as she moves closer towards me.

“You could have spoken to me Tash…you know that! I, I wouldn’t have done it, I would have waited until you were ready. I loved you with every fibre in my being, and you left. Leaving was the best thing for me to do.” My voice breaks now, I blocked everything out for the past few months and talking about it now…It hurts.

“I will forever be sorry for not talking to you, I am sorry for breaking your heart, but I broke my own too. I never want to do that ever again. I love you so much it hurts” Natasha’s voice grows quiet, I fight myself about whether I should turn around or just leave. But the sound of her crying?

I can’t walk away.

I pull her into my chest as tears flow from her eyes. Yet she still looks breathtaking, even when crying.

“You have to promise me you're never going to run again Tasha, I don't think I will survive it…”

“I promise.”

She pulls herself away from my chest and her hand finds my cheek, tears fall from her eyes as she takes a deep breath.

Her lips float towards mine and she locks our lips together gently. Like it is a test to see if it has changed since a year ago. It hasn’t.

Her hands move to the back of my neck as she deepens the kiss. The softness now gone, lust and determination now filling it instead.

She moans into my mouth as I pull her body closer to my own, my hands sliding down to rest on her lower back.

She pulls away and rests her forehead on mine as we both breathe deeply.

Natasha grabs my hand and pulls me out of the room and into the elevator.

The next thing I know I’m inside of her bedroom and I’m pushing her against her door, kissing her feverishly.

I move my kisses to her neck as she releases moans into the room.

It feels surreal.

It feels hot.

I suck deeply on her neck in hopes of leaving my marks, making her know I’m not leaving.

I’ve never left her mind and she knows it.

Her hands play with the hem of her t-shirt, myself now realising I didn’t even put mine back on earlier.

I pull back and take off her t-shirt staring at her body as she moves to discard her bra next. My eyes bulge out of my head and my mouth instantly latches onto her nipple, my other hand moving up and playing with the other.

She pushes my shoulders towards the bed and I walk towards it slowly as she makes an effort to take off her trousers leaving her naked in front of me.

My breath hitches as she moves to straddle my lap. My hands instantly gravitate to her hips as she grinds hard onto my growing bulge.

She pulls back and starts to untie my shorts, her arousal filling her eyes as she bites her lip while she watches me take off the rest of my clothes. I move back onto her bed and she leaps on top of me.

Her body grinds into mine as she kisses up and down my neck. I try to stifle my moans but it’s useless.

I grab her hips, stopping her constant grinding. And pull her up to my face. She hesitates until I give her a nod and she moves up my body.

My tongue instantly darts out of my mouth and I run it through her wet folds. I open my eyes and I am gifted with the sight of her on top of me. Her mouth hung open in a silent moan as she rests her hands on the headboard.

I wrap my hands around her thighs and bring her more into my mouth as I suck on her clit, she can’t help but whimper as I continue my movements.

I don’t stop my torture on her clit as she shakes above me, a clear indication of her wanting to cum.

I move one of my hands to her arse cheek and knead it, encouraging her to grind on my face to help with her high.

“fu..ckkkk. just like that” Natasha moans as her movements increase and I keep up the sucking on her clit.

“gon cum, don’t stop” I hold her hips securely as I help her move, her body flinching as she finally reaches her high.

She stills on top of me as her body finally releases into my mouth, I slow down my movements, running my tongue through her folds as she calms down from her high.

Natasha moves back down to my lap and I have to hold in the groan in my throat when I feel her heat touch my throbbing member.

Her eyes pierce into mine as she moves her hand behind her body and strokes me softly.

My hard on somehow becoming even more hard. My stomach clenching as I anticipate her next move.

She raises her hips slowly and my eyes fly to her cunt, she teases her hole with my cock and slowly eases herself onto me.

Natasha’s face scrunches in pain and it stops me from pushing myself deeper. Letting her ease herself down on top of me as I take deep breaths.

“So tight baby, good girl. Take your time '' I breathe out as she finally sits fully down onto me. She moans softly as she rises herself up before dropping herself down again. A moan slipping from my mouth as I feel how hot and warm she is around me.

“God you feel so good baby girl.” I mutter as my hands fly to her hips and help her move.

My grip on her hips increases as I help her move again, faster and harder. Her tits bouncing as I thrust into her but it isn’t enough.

I flip us over and bury myself deeper inside of her, her moans echoing throughout the room.

“Fuck baby” she stutters. My thrusts don’t let up as Natasha’s body rocks back and forth in time with my own thrusts. Her face contorts in pleasure as her mouth opens and she lets out breathless moans.

She pulls my face down and locks out lips together but it’s pointless. Our moans too much to even be able to hold onto a kiss.

Her hands scratch down my back as I feel her walls clamping around me.

“You feel unreal Tasha, you’re such a good girl” I continue to rock my hips harder into her. My orgasm is fast approaching and I know she isn’t that far behind.

“wan cum with you” she moans to me as I don’t let up my speed.

My hand flies down to her clit as I rub small tight circles, helping her reach her high. Her mouth opening in pleasure as I bring her leg round my waist to reach even deeper than before.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Natasha screams, her hips rocking against my own even faster, my vision starting to blur as my orgasm starts to come forward.

“I’m gonna cum baby.”

“Me too, me too”

We both moan as we release at the same time. My cum shoots inside of her as her walls clamp around me and she throws her head back once again letting out breathless moans.

I slow down gently, still easing myself in and out of her clenched walls, I’m barely able to move as she continues to clench and unclench around me, my body jolting as she milks me dry. She lets out a high pitch whine as I push in deeper again and stay there. Her eyes opening as she looks deep into my own.

“Yes...”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I will marry you.”

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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trouble

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: it's been almost two weeks since you've seen frank, and in his absence, you've been left in the questionably capable hands of billy russo.

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of alcohol, brief mention of death

word count: 6k

a/n: this is part 3 of this series! i'm so so so happy that you guys are enjoying bodyguard frankie. I still don't have a clear idea of how many parts this will be, but as long as you keep wanting it, i'll keep writing it. as a reminder, this is going to be a slow burn. ;) & as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

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It had been two weeks since you had seen Frank. You had found out from one of the other bodyguards that he was on a special assignment, and was due back in another week or so. It was hard not to let your mind wander about where he was, what he was doing, who he was with…if he didn’t like being away from you as much as you despised being away from him.

He probably hasn’t thought about you once.

You shoved that thought as far back into your mind as you could, focusing back on the blank document that was currently mocking you from your computer screen. A knock sounded on your door, and as you looked up, you saw a face that you’d been seeing more and more of lately in Frank’s absence.

Billy Russo.

“Mr. Russo.”

“C’mon Y/N/N, how many times I gotta tell you to call me Billy. Mr. Russo’s so…formal.”

“Says the man always in a three piece suit.”

“I got appearances to keep up.”

Billy flashed you a charming grin as he smoothed out the lapels of his suit jacket, undoing the middle button as he closed the door behind him and took a seat in the chair directly in front of your desk.

“Are you always this hands on with all of your clients? I’ve seen you more this past week than I’ve seen my own boss.”

“Nah, you’re a special situation that requires special attention.”

“Why’s that?”

Billy leaned back in the chair as he looked at you, that cheshire grin splitting further across his lips as he let his eyes wander shamelessly over your figure. Billy Russo was one of those guys that knew he was attractive, which only made him less attractive to you. He always looked too perfect. Always dressed in the most expensive suits, not a single hair ever out of place, beard always trimmed and neat, constantly being driven around in numerous luxury cars. While he wasn’t overly cocky, there was a smugness about him that made you want to roll your eyes every time he was around. Billy owned the company that Frank and the others worked for, but you hadn’t been able to figure out why he had been coming to visit you at least once a day for the past week.

“Told Frankie I’d look after you personally.”

Frankie.

You sat up a little straighter at the mention of Frank’s name, staring curiously at Billy as your face morphed into an expression of interest.

“Why?”

“Because he asked me to. Apparently, you like to cause trouble.”

Billy’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he adjusted the Rolex watch on his wrist, never once breaking eye contact with you. Whatever hope that had been ignited by the first half of his words was immediately snuffed out by the second half.

Frank wasn’t concerned about you. He had warned Billy about you.

Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you crossed your arms over your chest as you leaned back into your chair and stared blankly at your computer.

“I’m not causing any trouble any time soon. Trust me.”

“Regrettin’ your decision that caused all this?”

Billy gestured between himself and the other bodyguards outside your office, the grin on his lips faltering as he stared at you with genuine novelty. Narrowing your eyes slightly as you stared back at him, you pursed your lips and shook your head defiantly.

“I didn’t cause anything.”

Tapping his index finger against the wood of the arm chair, Billy cocked his head to the side as he surveyed you silently for a moment.

“Can I ask you somethin’?”

“I feel like even if I say no you’re going to anyway.”

The playful smirk returned to Billy’s mouth as he held his hands up in surrender for a moment before letting them drop back onto his lap.

“You can tell me to fuck off if you want.”

Letting out a dry laugh, you rolled your eyes as you glanced around your office before focusing back on him, giving a gentle nod of your head.

“Go ahead.”

“Why did you do it?”

The faint smile on your lips disappeared at his question. You lightly dug your nails into your palms, a slight sense of enragement filling your veins as you stared blankly at the notes in front of you. People had been asking you that ever since the article came out, and you were sick of justifying yourself.

“Because I didn’t want those assholes to think I agreed with anything they stood for.”

“You did write an article praisin’ the Punisher. He took justice into his own hands. That’s what those guys think they’re doing-”

“I didn’t praise him. I wrote an article about the complexities of vigilantes and the weaknesses in the justice system. What the Punisher did wasn’t right, but he never hurt anyone that didn’t deserve it. These…these cowards, they’re homegrown terrorists. They go after anyone that doesn’t agree with them-”

“And you thought it was smart to antagonize them?”

Billy leaned forward with his forearms on his thighs, staring directly into your eyes with a look of severity you hadn’t seen in him before. Shaking your head slowly, you let out a deep exhale of frustration before meeting his gaze again.

“They took my words and twisted them to fit and justify their own fucked up narrative. I didn’t want them or anyone else thinking for a second that I agreed with, or believed in their bullshit ‘cause’. They’ve hurt and killed innocent people. I wanted them to know exactly what I thought of them. And I’d do it all fucking over again, exactly the same. I don’t regret anything.”

Maybe it wasn’t the brightest idea to offend a group that had been terrorizing New York with various bomb threats and attacks, but you couldn’t sit idly by while they used your Punisher article to justify themselves. Maybe you shouldn’t have verbally eviscerated the leader that had called into your radio interview, or write that scathing follow up piece that further dismantled his ego. It certainly would have kept him from threatening you and everyone that worked at your paper, forcing Homeland Security to get involved, and causing you to walk around with an assigned shadow the past few months.

But what was your other option? Stay quiet and let them think you were on their side just because they were dangerous? Live in fear of pissing off some weak man with a fragile ego?

Fuck that.

Billy’s lips once again split into a wolfish grin, and his eyes almost seemed to be glowing with something that resembled pride. He nodded his head in a sign of respect, settling back into the chair as his eyes once again roamed over you.

“I see why he likes you.”

Blinking a few times, you stared in dumbfoundment as Billy’s words settled in your ears. A dark chuckle left his lips as he stood, buttoning his jacket up while he made his way over to your door. Pausing in the entryway, he lightly gripped onto the handle and looked at you over his shoulder with a smirk.

“See you Saturday night, doll.”

“W-what?”

“The gala. You’re goin’ still, right?”

“Uh…yeah. Why?”

“Who do you think is takin’ you in Castle’s absence?”

Stunning you silent for the second time in less than two minutes, Billy’s lips spread into a smirk as he dropped his left eye into a wink, closing your door shut behind him to leave you alone with a flurry of thoughts swirling around in your head like a snowglobe that had been violently shaken.

The gala.

Fuck.

Frank was supposed to be your escort. He was the primary one in charge of your detail at all times. Billy had assured your boss and Homeland that Frank was the best of the best, and the only time he swapped out with someone else was when they changed shifts during week nights. Or when he was pulled to do something that was more important than protect you from a terrorist group, apparently. A part of you wondered if he really was pulled, or if he had requested a break from you after the shit you had pulled.

There was no denying the disappointment you felt at the thought of not getting to see Frank all dressed up for a black tie event. It made sense Billy would be the one to take his place. He would blend in a lot easier than Frank, but he wasn’t who you wanted to spend the evening with. Dragging your palms down your face, you let out a deep exhale as you picked up your notes for the article you were supposed to be working on, the words blurring together in a jumbled mess as you read over them for the millionth time. You’d had an extremely hard time focusing lately with Frank being gone, trying your hardest not to think about the look on his face when he had left, the wedding ring around his neck, or anything about him. But now with Billy’s confession echoing in your ears, it was even harder.

I see why he likes you.

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Billy was having the absolute time of his fucking life, and that annoyed you to your wits end. There wasn’t a single person in attendance at the gala he didn’t know, or didn’t seem to want to kiss his ass, and since you had promised not to cause any trouble, you weren’t to leave his side at all. Which meant you had to wait for him to finally shut the fuck up whenever you were ready for another trip to the open bar.

A tiny piece of you hated to admit that having Billy as your escort wasn’t all bad. He’d picked you up in a Rolls Royce and practically undressed you with his eyes, keeping his compliments professional but not bothering to hide the hunger in his voice. While it stroked your ego the way he kept eyeing you in your dress, you quickly remembered that Billy Russo hit on anything with tits and a heartbeat. It did make you breathe a little easier that he was such an important person though, hoping that meant no one would try anything with you while you were in his company, and that the night wouldn’t end in fireworks.

Sipping at your third glass of red wine, you watched as socialites and powerful political figures alike mingled in their fanciest outfits. An hour into the event you’d convinced Billy to let you sit at a table in his direct line of sight, growing bored of following him around like a shadow as he networked. Lightly trailing your index finger up and down the stem of your wine glass, your mind once again drifted to Frank. He wouldn’t have let you sit at a table all alone. He’d be the one following you around.

You wondered if he’d like your dress. It was a simple emerald green satin gown with a low cut back and a deep v line that stopped at your sternum. You’d originally picked it out with him in mind, wondering if the way it hugged your body and showed off your figure would finally get your resigned bodyguard’s attention. A dry laugh left your lips at the thought of him, knowing he realistically would’ve just grunted in response when you asked if he liked it, looking anywhere but at you as he scanned the room like a guard dog.

You missed Frank. You wondered if you would’ve gotten him to joke with you again if he had come tonight. You thought about picking out pretentious victims from the crowd with him, making up stories about who they were, misreading their lips on purpose knowing what they were actually talking about was far more ridiculous than anything the two of you could come up with. You wondered if he would’ve danced with you if you asked. You wondered if he would’ve asked.

You wondered where he was.

You wondered if he was with his wife.

Swallowing the rest of the bitter burgundy contents in your glass, you glanced up when Billy’s tall figure suddenly appeared in front of you. He eyed your empty glass, flickering his eyes to yours with a playful arch of one of his dark brows.

“You gonna pace yourself?”

“I’ll be fine. You’re lucky I’m not drinking tequila.”

“So I’ve heard.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned back into your chair and smoothed your dress out, tucking a loose curl behind your ear. Billy unbuttoned his suit jacket as he sat down beside you, turning his body towards you slightly.

“You know, I’ve never seen someone look so unhappy at a party.”

“I’m not unhappy.”

“You’re not havin’ a good time. What, I’m not good enough company for you?”

“How would I know? You’ve spent the whole night being the life of the party instead of my security escort.”

Billy stiffened slightly beside you, causing you to let out a deep exhale as you turned your head to look at him with an apologetic expression.

“I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair. You weren’t even supposed to be babysitting me tonight. You should be having a good time for having to put up with my shit.”

Billy placed his hand on your wrist, causing you to face him again as he looked at you completely void of his usual playful charm.

“Hey, I’m not babysittin’ you. I’m here to look after you. I know Frank can be a bit too hands on, so I was givin’ you your space. Didn’t want you to feel suffocated, that’s all. But if I’m bein’ too hands off, I can change that. Whatever makes you feel more comfortable.”

The sincerity in Billy’s voice caught you off guard, and it made you feel guilty. He didn’t hardly know you, and he certainly didn’t owe you anything. He was doing all of this because it was his job, and as a favor to Frank. Glancing around at all the people in attendance, you nibbled slightly at the inside of your cheek before looking back at Billy.

“Did…did he tell you about that night in the bar?”

Billy sat up a little straighter as his lips pressed into a set line, giving a slight nod of his head in your direction.

“He did.”

“That was my fault. I fucked up. And all I’ve been able to think about since…is how any one of those guys could’ve been one of them, and that would’ve been it. I haven’t felt comfortable in a crowd since. Shit…I haven’t felt comfortable since I got that first death threat. But I wasn’t really…scared until that night. I don’t know what would’ve happened if-”

Letting out a shaky breath, you averted your gaze down to your lap, brushing your hair away from your face as you held onto the back of your own neck in an attempt to self soothe. You weren’t sure why you were telling Billy all of this. You weren’t sure why you were feeling so vulnerable and emotional. But you were suddenly feeling grateful for his presence as he took your hand into his and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Hey, nothin’ is gonna happen to you tonight. I promise. If you want me to stay with you, I will. I’ll go where you go. You want me to fuck off, I will. You just let me know what you need. You wanna leave?”

“No…no I didn’t…nearly have a breakdown in my bathroom because my hair wouldn’t cooperate just to leave so soon.”

The edge of Billy’s mouth curved upwards into a smirk, nodding slowly as he leaned back in his chair and ran his fingers through his own hair to push it back into place.

“I know the feelin’.”

Rolling your eyes, you let out a soft laugh as you stared at him incredulously.

“Oh please. Like Billy Russo ever has a bad hair day.”

“Hey, you see the finished product, not the bloodbath it took to get there.”

Billy abruptly craned his neck to look past you, furrowing his dark brows as he nodded sharply at someone before glancing down at you with a softer expression.

“You excuse me for a sec? I’ll be right back, I promise.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m gonna go find the bathroom anyway.”

Billy paused in the middle of standing up, glancing between you and the hallway that led to where the bathrooms were, lifting his brows up slightly as he looked at you again.

“I can wait for you if-”

“No, it’s alright. Besides, I know you got eyes all over this place.”

Looking up at him with a soft smile on your lips, you watched as Billy’s lips pulled into a wide grin before he winked.

“Goddamn right I do.”

Never in a million years did you think you would be baring your soul to Billy Russo, or that confessing your fears to him would make you feel lighter, but surprisingly it did. Perhaps you had been just as wrong about him as you had been about Frank.

For the first time all evening, you felt like you could actually breathe. Billy’s words had a calming effect on you, and you didn’t feel anxious anymore as you walked alone towards the bathrooms. The long hallway was surprisingly empty and seemed to go on forever. You paused as you noticed a set of french doors at the end of the hall that were slightly opened, revealing a balcony of some kind. You walked right past the bathrooms as your inquisitiveness got the better of you.

“Where you think you’re goin’?”

Instantly freezing in place, a surprised gasp flew past your lips when a familiar deep gruff voice cut through the sound of your heels clacking along the empty tiled hallway.

You knew that voice.

Frank.

Quickly spinning around, your eyes widened considerably as you took in the sight in front of you; Frank Castle in a sleek all black suit.

He was the most cleaned up you had ever seen him. Frank had been growing his hair out lately, enough for you to notice it had a bit of a curly texture to it, but it looked like he had gotten it trimmed recently, and it was pushed back into a neat style. There weren’t any bruises or cuts littering his face, and it looked like he had just shaved since his usual five o’clock shadow was gone. The suit somehow made him look even bigger. His shoulders looked immensely broader in the jacket, and the dark material clung to his bulging arms and thick thighs as if it had been tailored to fit him perfectly.

The thought briefly crossed your mind that it probably had been if it had been provided by Billy for the event.

Thank you Billy Russo.

You were all of a sudden painfully aware that Frank had been staring at you silently, essentially watching you ogle at him as he waited for your answer. His features were set in an indifferent expression that had a hint of irritation lingering beneath, one you had gotten all too familiar with, and it caused a flush of scarlet to coat your cheeks as you parted your lips to speak and tried to remember how.

“I…just…was curious. About what’s out there. I saw the door was open…and…what-what are you doing here?”

“Russo’s fuckin’ job apparently.”

Blinking a few times, you were stunned silent by the anger that bit through Frank’s words, noticing the ember of vexation that burned in his deep espresso eyes. Your brain was still trying to process the sight of him in a suit, and you struggled to figure out what he seemed to be pissed off about until Billy’s name clicked it all into place.

“Don’t be mad at him. I told him I was just going to the bathroom and coming right back. That’s…my fault. I got sidetracked.”

“Didn’t realize you two were so close.”

A muscle feathered in Frank’s jaw as his coarse voice spit those words into your ear, and you crossed your arms over your chest as you leaned against the wall and lightly shrugged your shoulders, averting your gaze to the fancy tiled floor.

“I wouldn’t say that. I think tonight is the most I’ve ever talked to him.”

“Seemed pretty close when you were holdin’ his hand.”

Flickering your eyes up to meet Frank’s, your lips parted in shock.

How long had he been here?

You furrowed your brows slightly as you tried to figure out what he was talking about. A look of realization spread over your face when it dawned on you that Billy had held your hand at the table earlier when you had opened up about the night at the bar with Frank and your current apprehensions about crowds.

Why did he sound so pissed off about that?

Shaking your head slowly, you tucked some of your hair behind your ear as you stared down at the floor once again, unable to meet his fiery disappointed gaze.

“That wasn’t…he was just being nice. I was giving him shit about spending more time flaunting himself than looking after me. It’s…been a long week and I wasn’t…I was feeling uneasy about being here tonight.”

In a flash Frank was in front of you, his large hand lightly gripping onto your chin to force you to look up at him as his eyes frantically searched over your form.

“Why? Somethin’ happen?”

The way Frank could switch from a broody, intimidating man that could snap someone in half with his bare hands to a gentler version of himself that spoke to you and touched you as if you were made of glass in less than a millisecond nearly gave you whiplash and always left you in a daze. You stared up into his concerned eyes almost in a trance, lightly wrapping your fingers around his wrist as you let out a breath.

“No. Nothing happened, it's just…since the bar…I’ve just…been kinda freaked out. I’ve never really liked crowds, but now they make me even more nervous. It’s…it’s my fault. I did all this to myself.”

“Don’t say that. You didn’t do nothin’ wrong.”

“I put myself in danger. When I wrote those articles…when I said what I did to him…that night at the bar…I just…have a really awful habit of putting myself in bad situations, apparently.”

Frank’s lips parted slightly, as if he was going to say something, but you were caught on the way his features had softened substantially as he stared down at you. There was an emotion lingering in his eyes that looked like pity, or maybe remorse, but you couldn’t make it out. It was always so hard to read him.

“Oh, shit.”

Frank instantly turned his head in the direction of Billy’s voice, dropping his hand from your face and standing up a little straighter as his expression of annoyance from earlier returned full force.

“You wanna tell me why she’s alone?”

“She was just goin’ to the bathroom, Frankie. Relax. I got four guys watchin’ cameras, and twelve posted around the whole place.”

“I asked you for one thing, Bill. One goddamn thing.”

“Frank-”

“I asked you to watch her, personally. That means watch her. Not parade yourself around like fuckin’ royalty while she sits by herself at a fuckin’ table and wanders around the goddamn place alone.”

Billy instantly pressed his lips into a hard line, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at Frank’s irritable form. Frank looked absolutely pissed off as he glared back at Billy, and for whatever reason, you felt the need to come to Billy’s defense. Moving to position yourself between the two men, you placed your hand on Frank’s chest to get his attention.

“I asked him to do that, Frank. I didn’t feel like mingling with anyone. We thought it was a smart idea if Billy looked like a regular attendee instead of a bodyguard in case anyone tried anything, and I really didn’t want the extra attention. He made sure I was where he could see me at all times. Frank, he’s been coming by my office everyday to check on me while you were gone. Please don’t be upset, it was my idea. I just didn’t want the headache.”

Frank clenched his jaw as he stared down at you, his dark eyes occasionally flickering over your head to meet Billy’s. Letting out a deep exhale through his nose, he nodded his head towards the other direction of the hallway.

“If you’re done fuckin’ around out here, get back inside.”

Frank’s voice was so rough as it came out, it felt as if he’d physically slapped you across the face. You did your best not to let your emotions get the best of you, quickly dropping your hand from Frank’s chest as if it had burned you. Giving a light submissive nod, you swiftly turned on your heel to walk back towards the party. Billy eyed you with pity as you walked past him, and you promptly dropped your gaze, not wanting him to see the hurt that threatened to slip past your waterline.

Bypassing the table that you had been sitting at, you made a beeline for the open bar, tucking yourself away at the furthest corner as you ordered your fourth glass of red wine of the night. The bitter taste on your tongue was nothing compared to the bitter resentment you felt towards Frank right now. He had been so hot and cold with you lately, it was driving you mad. You could never tell where you stood with him. You had never wanted so badly to look into another person’s mind to figure out what they were thinking or feeling. Frank was a brick wall when he wanted to be, and you weren’t sure if you had the patience or the strength to try to break through.

Ten minutes later, you felt Frank’s presence beside you before you saw him out of the corner of your eye. The scent of his cologne was more intoxicating than anything they were serving tonight, and you resisted every urge to move closer to the source.

“Might wanna consider slowin’ down. That’s your fourth one.”

So he had been here all night.

You weren’t in the mood to argue with him, so you simply slid the glass over on the bar towards him and turned around to walk back to the table. Frank caught your wrist to halt your movements, and you looked up at him with furrowed brows. His lips were downturned into a frown that tugged at your heartstrings, and the lighting above the bar cast a spotlight on the guilt pooling in his eyes.

“I didn’t say stop, just…be careful. You have a hard time findin’ your limit.”

“I know where it is, Frank. I just ignore it.”

Frank’s face twisted up with an emotion you couldn’t decipher, and as you went to tug your wrist free from his grasp, his fingers tightened to hold you firmly in place.

“Hey…look, I’m uh…I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Bein’ a dick, back there. I didn’t mean to. I…just…I asked Bill for a favor-”

“Because I’m a handful.”

Frank’s dark brows knit together in the center of his forehead as he stared down at you, features drawn in confusion.

“What? No. Cause I trust him. I know what he’s capable of, and I know he’s the only other person that could protect you as good as me.”

A fresh spell of heat pooled in your lower belly at Frank’s words, and a rosy tint rose to the surface of your cheeks.

Frank hadn’t warned Billy about you. Frank only trusted Billy with you.

“Oh…I thought…maybe you…had told him I was trouble.”

Frank cocked his head to the side while he looked at you, and suddenly a faint smirk curled at the edge of his mouth as he chuckled lowly.

“Well, that you are, sweetheart. But it wasn’t that. Matter of fact, I’m kinda disappointed you didn’t give Russo a run for his money. You only like fuckin’ with me?”

Sweetheart. There it was again.

You immediately blushed realizing Frank had been onto you, trying your best to hide your grin as you feigned an expression of mock offense.

“Frank Castle, when have I ever fucked with you?”

Frank narrowed his eyes slightly in a playful glare, arching one of his dark brows in challenge as his lips spread into a devilish grin.

“You want a list?”

Granting him a roll of your eyes, you sank your teeth into your bottom lip as you giggled, lifting your hands up in surrender as you shrugged your shoulders.

“Okay, fine. Maybe I do. Will not confirm or deny. But, I can tell you that Billy isn’t nearly as fun to be around, and I was worried that he would have an aneurysm if I derailed even a second of his perfect life.”

“Probably, but woulda been damn funny to watch.”

These were the moments it was the hardest to be around Frank. When he did let the broody facade drop. When he smiled at you, joked with you, and acted like he genuinely cared about you and that you weren’t just some assignment. Because it made it all that much harder when he inevitably switched back into your ruminative bodyguard.

“You look really good in a suit.”

As soon as the words flew past your lips, your heart started to beat faster. Those four glasses of wine were finally catching up to you and slowly dismantling the filter between your mouth and your brain. Frank’s grin faltered, and he looked completely taken aback by your comment. He quickly cleared his throat, lightly tugging at the tie around his neck as he timidly met your eyes.

“Uh, thanks. Gotta be honest, it’s real fuckin’ uncomfortable. Don’t know how the hell Bill wears these things all the goddamn time.”

“He can’t pull off jeans and a regular shirt like you can.”

Jesus Christ please shut the fuck up.

As the heat of embarrassment flamed in your cheeks, you swiftly turned your head to look anywhere but at Frank, trying your hardest to find a new subject of conversation.

“So-”

“You wanna dance?”

Frank looked just as surprised by his own question as you did, lifting his hand to awkwardly scratch at the back of his neck before gesturing around to the party.

“Since we’re s’posed to be blendin’ in and all that. You don’t gotta, just thought-”

“I do.”

A timid smile spread over your lips as you looked up at Frank, swallowing thickly as you held out your hand for him to take. Glancing between your eyes and your hand, Frank gave a slight nod and grunted quietly in response before taking your hand to lead you to the dance floor. Your hand trembled when you raised it to place on Frank’s shoulder, a quiet gasp leaving your parted lips as his large hand settled on your waist. He clasped your small hand in his large one, his deep brown eyes glancing around at everyone over your head.

“Um…can you dance?”

Frank looked almost offended by your question as he looked down at you, cocking his head to the side.

“You didn’t think to ask me that before followin’ me over here?”

“Just curious.”

“What? Don’t I look like I can dance?”

“Oh, yeah. Absolutely. I mean you’re so…graceful.”

“Smartass.”

A fit of giggles slipped past your lips as you momentarily leaned your forehead against Frank’s chest, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before pulling back to peer up at him with a grin.

“Just don’t step on my toes, please. I really like these shoes. And I’m pretty sure you would break them considering you’re twice my size.”

“Just for that I’m gonna do it on purpose. See how much trouble you can cause with two broken feet.”

Your mouth immediately fell open as you stared up at Frank with wide eyes.

“Frank!”

His eyes crinkled at the sides as he bellowed with laughter, shaking his head slowly as he lightly squeezed your waist.

“Aw c’mon, you know I’m kiddin’.”

“Actually, I don’t. I think you would. And just for that, I’m requesting a new bodyguard.”

“No.”

“What?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Cause I said so.”

You glared up at Frank with a smug grin spreading across your lips, jutting your chin out defiantly as you shrugged.

“Not your call.”

“Actually it is. See, the guys report to me, and Bill ain’t gonna challenge me. So, as I said before, no.”

Frank tilted his head to the side as he stared down at you with the ghost of a smirk covering his lips. The look in his eyes caused a fire to erupt in your lower belly, and you rolled your eyes so that you could look away. Frank was surprisingly a great dancer, making it feel as if the two of you were floating around the dance floor together effortlessly.

“You uh…you look nice.”

Whipping your head up in Frank’s direction, you stared blankly up at him as his words translated in your ears.

“What?”

“Your dress and all. Meant to tell you earlier. You uh, look…beautiful.”

The sincerity in Frank’s voice and his gaze made your heart swell, feeling as if it had completely swollen inside your ribcage. Taking in a sharp breath, you lightly squeezed onto his shoulder to steady yourself as your voice came out quiet.

“Thank you.”

Frank grunted quietly in response with a nod of his head, averting his gaze to survey the room like it was second nature. You couldn’t stop staring at him as his words swirled around inside your head.

“You’re really good at this, you know.”

A timid smile appeared on Frank’s lips as he chuckled lowly, glancing briefly down at you.

“Was worried I’d be rusty. I ain’t danced like this in quite awhile.”

“When was the last time?”

The smile on Frank’s face was instantly torn away like a vengeful tide erasing a sandcastle. You stilled as you watched his dark eyes immediately harden, the outline of his strong jawline becoming sharper as it set roughly. The shift in the mood felt as if someone had tossed a bucket of ice cold water over you, and you fumbled to backtrack.

“Sorry, I didn’t-”

“My wedding.”

Frank didn’t meet your eyes as he spoke. The playful tone of his voice from earlier was long gone, leaving nothing but the rough gravel behind.

“I…I’m sorry. I…it must be difficult for you. I’ve never been divorced-”

“Didn’t get divorced. She died.”

Frank’s confession knocked all the wind right out of your lungs. He said it so…casually, but with so much pain and anger layered beneath the syllables. The only reason his eyes met yours again was because he noticed you had stopped dancing. Frank’s eyes had become wild, completely blown open like a wound with shades of rage and grief. It caused a shiver to caress your spine.

“Frank-”

“Don’t.”

There was a hard edge to his voice, a warning mixed with a plea as he stared down at you. Giving a slight nod of your head, you snapped your mouth shut, unable to tear your gaze away from him. Frank stared you down silently for a moment before relinquishing his grip on your waist and dropping his hand from yours to take a step backwards.

“Bill will take you home.”

“What? Where are you going?”

“Got somethin’ to finish up.”

“Right now?”

Frank’s impenetrable glare stunned you once again into submission, and you found yourself nodding again since you didn’t trust your voice. Giving you one last final look over, Frank forced his way through the crowd towards the exit, leaving you completely stunned and all alone in the middle of the dance floor.

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Go-go Dancer (Miguel O’Hara x fem! reader) one shot

A/N: this is based off the unreleased Lana Del Ray song, I was listening to it while writing this lol. Anyways, OOC Miguel, this hasn’t been proofread so ignore typos and whatnot. Mdni

Age gap (legal), cursing, mentions of sex/sexual stuff, sex worker, reader is from a wealthy family like loaded, Miguel being lonely and needy lol. Miguel being a bit of a prev.

(Y/F/N)- your full name, (Y/N)- you’re name [first name only],

Word count: 1.4k

Masterlist

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I drop it like it's hot on the pole, on the pole

Shining in the club, neon gold, neon gold

They call me "Firecracker" and alcohol's a factor

I drop it like it's hot, baby bold, baby bold

A little bit of fun for your soul, for your soul

They call me "Firecracker", 'cause ain't nobody faster

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The beeping of a moving truck had gotten Miguel’s curiosity as he peeks out of the blinds from his living room window. The house next to him had been empty for sometime, so seeing that someone had moved in was a surprise. What was more of a surprise was him seeing you, a young, attractive woman that had made his mouth dry and his blood rush down to his dick, being handed the keys to the home next to his, a big smile of joy on your face. Now, Miguel wasn’t loaded but he was certainly well off, being one of the top scientist at Alchemax, he sure made a pretty penny, so seeing some young 20-something college student buying the two-story home next to his in one of the nicer neighborhoods in Nueva York was a bit of a sight. He quickly came to the conclusion that you probably came from money. He took a sip of his coffee as he started to walk away from the window, deciding it was time for him to get dressed and ready for work when he heard his doorbell ring. He stopped in his tracks, raised a brow, before turning back around and opened his front door and met face to face with you. He had to grip his coffee when you opened those beautiful lips to speak, so he didn’t drop it.

“Hello!” You smiled, putting a hand out for him to shake, “My name is (Y/F/N), I’m your new neighbor.” You smiled from ear to ear, you were more beautiful close up. Miguel cleared his throat, before bringing his hand to meet you, giving it a firm squeeze and shake.

“Hello (Y/N), My name is Miguel O’Hara, nice to meet you.” His tone was calm and collected, unlike his mind. His whole body felt like it was on fire from just touching your hand, until you finally pulled it away.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr.O’Hara.” You say with a smile, your eyelashes fluttering as you blinked

Fuck.

It took everything within Miguel’s power to not roll his eyes to the back of his head and let out a lewd groan, the way you said Mr.O’Hara-fuuuuck. It didn’t help that Miguel hasn’t been with a woman since his divorce a year ago.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” He said in a steady voice as best he could, bringing his hand down to his side, giving you a small smile that made you weak in your knees, “Let me know if you need anything, my door is always open.” And he meant anything.

“Thank you Mr. O’Hara, I’ll see you around.” You said with a small wave as you finally walked off his front door, it took Miguel a second to tear his eyes off your figure as you left.

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I'm the girl next door, let me come in

I know I go-go dance but I do it for kicks

I never have to work 'cause my daddy is rich

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“Sorry to bother you Mr. O’Hara, but I was on my way to class and I noticed that some of your mail was mixed in with mine.” You said before handing him a stack of mail, your freshly manicured hand just ever so slightly grazing against the side of his. Miguel ignored the spark he felt run though his body, instead focusing on the very expensive looking Cartier bracelet that wasn’t there last time he saw you.

“Is that a new bracelet?” He asked with a raised brow, using his free hand to point at the bracelet while his other one grabbed his mail, you just smiled, a small giggle escaping your lips as you brought up your hand to eye level so he could take a better look at it, your giggle made his blood pressure spike.

“Oh yeah, my father bought it for me, it’s nice isn’t it?” You giggled.

Ahhh. It all made sense now, your daddy was rich.

“Oh yeah, very nice.” Miguel said with a sly smile, tucking the pile of mail under his armpit as he let out a small chuckle, his chuckle made your heart flutter. “Did he also buy you your house and that bmw in your driveway?” He teased.

A blush creeped up on your face, your hand rubbing the back of your neck as you gave him a sheepish smile, “yeah, I told him that he didn’t need to, that’s I didn’t need his help with the money but he insisted.” You explained, causing his eyebrow to raise in curiousity.

“Oh so you’re a college student and you're working huh?” You just nodded to his question before he continued, “…if you don’t mind me asking, what do you do for work?” He asked, and he swears he saw a glimmer in your eyes after the question was asked.

“Oh, nothing interesting...”

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I'm partyin' all night, shinin' in the lights

Is it a crime to wanna shine

In my white go-go boots and my silver design?

I know it makes you wild

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Today was the day, Miguel O’Hara was turning 37 today, and he knows he isn’t old old, but being in charge of the arachno-humanoid poly multiverse, plus the Spider-Man of Nueva York AND being a scientist at Alchemax, he felt like his body was aging a lot faster due to stress.

So he wasn’t looking forward to when his coworkers/friends, Jessica Drew and Peter B. Parker had dragged him out of his office later that night, finding himself standing outside of a random night club.

“I’m not going in there.” Miguel glared at Jess, who just smiled and nodded her head with a laugh.

“Oh yes, you are.” She said to Miguel, who just huffed and was about to reply, but was stopped when he left Peter’s hands on his shoulders, pushing him to the other side of the double doors.

Once he and his two spider-friends make it through the doors, Miguel was assaulted with loud explicit music, the place was dim, but somehow also bright from all the red and orange stage lights. The smell of sweat and alcohol filled the air, and not to mention all the cages, the poles, the stage and the tables, all filled with provocatively dressed women dancing to the beat of the music. It was almost otherworldly, extremely different from the calm and quiet atmosphere from the outside of the club.

It took Miguel a second to snap out of his thought, he didn’t even noticed when Peter had put a glass of Rum and Coke in his hands, he was about to turn around and leave the club, wanting to go home and pretend the night didn’t happen, but his body froze and his eyes widen in shock at the sight in front of him.

It was you, (Y/N), his neighbor dancing on top of a table. Wearing a red feathery short miniskirt that barely covers your ass, black fishnets, red platform boots that stop at your calf, and a red bedazzled bralette with tassels that would hit your exposed stomach lightly with your twisted your torso and hips. Miguel’s mouth went dry as he watched your body move effortlessly to the music, your hair swinging behind you as you danced, Miguel couldn’t help but stare at the sight in front of him.

You could have killed him from your beauty right there and then.

Jess and Peter noticed his staring too, giving each other a smirk and a look, before Jess walked off to find a worker, requesting a private room as a “birthday surprise” for Miguel.

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I'm your go-go dancer, midnight answer

Jukebox sweetheart, queen of the night

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“Hello Mr.O’Hara.” You smiled as you entered the private room, where Miguel was already sitting, locking the door behind you before you continued, “I heard it’s your birthday. Why don’t you let me give you a very special present to celebrate.”

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Vegas baby, if you pay me

Anything you like

Go-go-g-go-go dancer tonight

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notsoattractivearenti · 9 months

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Goodbye, Summer (Christian Pulisic x Reader)

Song Inspo: Summer Love - One Direction (listening to the song while reading is highly recommended!)

WC: 2.7K

Warnings: cursing, angst

A/N: after a few months i finally finished this fic!!! this is my first christian angst it felt kinda strange to write one for him lol and just so y'all know i haven't been able to write angst with a happy ending so, be aware. and the start of the ‘summer love’ is a lot different than usual hopefully not too weird for your liking tho. also this wasn't proofread, sorry if this turns out to be shit. anw hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any grammatical errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

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“Cause you were mine for the summer

Now we know it's nearly over

Feels like snow in September

But I always will remember”

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Summer has come to an end. Well, technically summer hasn’t ended yet – but Christian had to move to Italy and this move wasn’t exactly planned but quite expected – so yeah, to me, summer is about to end. And the moment Christian hops on the plane, there goes my summer of love. It was fun while it lasted – though I wish it would never end.

Christian told me he was leaving just a few days prior. He had been back to the States two days after the end of the Premier League season and ever since we had been spending the summer together. I knew this was coming as we agreed we would only be together for the summer but I didn’t think it would be this hard.

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I met him through a mutual friend last year when he was briefly in Florida to visit his family and friends for Christmas. I still had a boyfriend at the time – even though my relationship ended the very next day, it was already broken to begin with – so we became strictly friends and I had no intentions on dating him. Jokes on me, because I had caught feelings for him but I was so wounded by the heartbreak I wasn’t even aware of it. He did catch feelings too, though he thought I needed time to process the breakup so confessing his feelings wouldn’t be appropriate.

I didn’t want a serious relationship for a while – or so I thought – therefore I didn’t even think of dating since my last one. Christian and I would sometimes text each other, but it wasn’t a constant thing. We hadn’t really seen each other in person since because of the distance, but I watched every match he played and usually texted him to give my support before the match.

One night within the second week of May, he told me by text that he was going back to Florida for summer break and looking forward to spending the rest of the summer with me. I thought to myself: why would he spend his short break with me? I responded to him by asking why just me and not his friends and family, hoping he would say something funny and odd like he always does and instead he said something I didn’t see coming.

“Because I like you and I want to be with you.”

My heart stopped the second I saw that text. Christian… Likes me? My goodness, what an oblivious idiot I had been. I was deeply wounded by my past I didn’t see what was going on in front of me the whole time. I didn’t know what else to say and I accidentally left his text on read that night.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

“Did I say something wrong?”

“I’ve freaked you out haven’t I? Fuck I’m sorry!!!”

Oh shit. I woke up to those unread messages from Christian – I just remembered I hadn’t texted him back last night. I immediately tried to reply but as my thumbs touched the screen to type, no words came to mind. I honestly didn’t know how to react, if I tell him I’m not looking for a relationship would it hurt him?

“I…”

“Christian…”

“If you want a relationship, I don’t know if I’m the right person for you…”

I locked my phone screen right after I sent those messages. I hoped I wasn’t being too harsh to him, but being put in this position was so overwhelming and I didn’t know what else to say. I just… I wasn’t ready. And I couldn’t tell when I would be. Not to mention he lives thousands of miles away from me and I didn’t think I could handle the distance.

An hour later, I finally heard back from Christian.

“I get it and I respect that.”

“What if we just… Be together for the summer?”

“We don’t have to think about what’s gonna happen after. Just be in the moment… You and me.”

I gave that idea of his a thought – a not-so-long thought because I was assuming I didn’t have enough time. I’d admit, while I found it interesting, I couldn’t help but wonder: would it be worth it? Would someone get hurt at the end?

Before the day ended, I finally made up my mind.

“Okay. I’m in…”

“But just for the summer.”

“And only if nobody is gonna get hurt.”

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When he arrived, I was the one who picked him up at the airport. We absolutely spent our summer together everyday – there wasn’t a day that went by without him by my side and vice versa. He invited me to spend some time with his family and friends on their boats, and I had him spending time with mine on either the beach or my family’s home.

We were well aware we only had each other for the summer, thus we made sure every moment counts no matter how little or big it might be. We knew once this summer ends it also marks the end of our time together and go back to live our own separate lives. I didn’t want to think about what will happen next – I just want to live in the moment.

The more I spend my time with him, the stronger my feelings grow. It’s been messing up my mind, but I couldn’t let it ruin my summer. This was the best summer I’ve ever had in a long time, and I would not take it for granted. The memories we were creating throughout will forever live on in my head.

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In the middle of our “summer of love”, Christian came to an agreement with AC Milan, and by that his time in Chelsea had come to an end and he had to relocate to Italy. And the club wanted him to join them for preseason, meaning his summer break had to be cut off sooner than he planned.

When he broke the news, I was stunned – not that I wasn’t happy about his move to Milan, I just needed time to process it. I also wasn’t ready for our summer to be over, but the circumstances forced us to cut our time short. It was pretty saddening for us that we unfortunately had to burst our little bubble.

“So… That’s it for us then?” I carefully asked.

“Let’s just not talk about it.” He refused.

I didn’t want to cause a fight at the time, so I agreed to let it go.

The entire time, I felt like I had to walk on eggshells around him. But eventually I couldn’t do that forever. You can't escape the reality no matter how much you want to.

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Christian was packing his bags as he had a flight to catch the next morning. Yes, I couldn’t emphasize enough that we know our whatever-you-called-ship is coming to an end. In every hello there is a goodbye, right? But why does this feel so hard?

We have tried really hard not to mention anything about the fact that our summer love will be over soon but it is an inevitable topic. There is no way we can escape the conversation, especially on our very last day together. And I have to be the one to bring this up because Christian clearly didn’t want to – he might be the one who suggested the idea, but he is the one who is more in denial.

“Chris, you know we both have to say something, don’t you?” I tried to start the conversation.

“Can we not? Please.” He whimpered.

“We have to.” I insisted.

He kept packing in silence, not wanting to talk about the painful reality. I was sitting on the corner of his bed while he was standing across from me, avoiding eye contact since I started talking. He was looking down all the time – organizing his belongings – and not once he took even a little glance at me. I looked closely at his face, paying attention to every little detail I could. His face was red, eyes were puffy and watery, lips were tight – it was obvious to me he was trying so hard not to cry.

“So are you just going to freeze me out the entire time or?” Still no answer from him.

I went and sat a lot closer to him and he tried to look away.

“Stop it, please! At least just look at my fucking eyes if you don’t want to fucking speak!”

And suddenly I saw tears running down on his face. He couldn’t hold them back anymore – his heart was completely shattered and it was obvious he was nowhere near ready to face the harsh reality.

“Chris… Listen…”

“Why can’t you change your mind?”

He asked a question that got me startled.

“What is it about me and the time that we had that made you certain you still don’t want a relationship?” His voice was trembling.

It took me a while to even say one fucking word to him. I felt like the worst person on earth for breaking the sweetest man’s heart. And to be honest, I broke my own heart too – and I was really trying my hardest to conceal it from him.

“Chris, you were the one who said, and I quote, “just be together for the summer”! I was being so clear I didn’t want a relationship yet you still offered me that. There’s nothing wrong with you, it’s just… I’m not ready. And I don’t know when I will be again.” I desperately tried to explain myself to him but I seemed to upset him even more.

“Yeah, right.” He shook his head and smacked his lips. “Whatever you say.”

I sighed.

“Chris… Please, why won’t you believe me?” I asked him quietly.

“I don’t buy your bullshit anymore.” He replied coldly, while wiping his tears.

Now done packing, he grabbed the car keys and put most of his belongings in the trunk.

I still wanted to have more conversation – about us, specifically – but after he was done with his stuff, he refused.

“I’m tired and I have an early flight to catch tomorrow. I think I should just go to sleep right now.” He said as he walked into his room.

“Yeah, of course...” I responded.

I tried to softly grab his hand but he swung his arm further away from me.

“See you tomorrow, Chris. Goo-”

He slammed the door on my face before I got to tell him goodnight. At the moment, I thought to myself: oh no, he really hates me.

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The next morning I drove Christian to the airport. He was going to Milan with his dad and he was meeting him at the airport. On the way there, we didn’t really talk much. There was so much silence – and somehow it made everything even more painful.

I couldn’t handle the tension any longer, so I tried to break the ice.

“Hey, thank you for spending the summer with me. It was the best I’ve ever had.”

He only nodded.

“Umm, I’m sorry this only lasted for a short while...”

He looked down, he sniffed and rubbed his nose and sighed.

“Well, have fun in Milan! You needed a fresh start and you’re about to get one… Christian, I am proud of you.”

I tried to be supportive and not say anything that could be perceived as “something wrong” because I knew he was in a fragile state at the moment, though it seemed like he wasn’t going to respond the way I hoped he would. I was genuinely proud of him by the way – always have and always will.

He looked up but still avoiding eye contact, let out a slight smile and chuckled a little bit.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“And uh… Maybe you’d forget about me with all the girls you’re going to meet there...”

I immediately regretted what I just said. Shit. What the fuck did I just say?

He finally looked directly into my eyes – a look full of disbelief and disappointment. There was a moment of silence between us. This time, I was the one who couldn’t see him in the eyes.

“Chris, I’m so, so sorry I didn’t m-”

“How could you say that, Y/N?” He cut me off before I finished talking, by the tone of his voice I could tell he was mad at me.

I froze for a minute. I knew I had fucked up but I never thought it would be so much worse – at the moment I was really, really fucking shit up.

“Do you think my feelings for you aren't real enough so other girls can easily make it go away? Do you really think I can forget you just like that? Are you implying that what we had all summer will not stick in your memories?”

“Wha- no, Chris, that’s not what I mean!”

What a mess I had made... And before I knew it, tears started to fill my eyes.

“Well to me it sounded like that. I’m appalled to know you don’t see whatever we were as something real and meaningful. Maybe it was a mistake to even ask you to give us a chance in the first place.” He sounded like he was truly aching and filled with regrets.

I glanced at him for a bit and I saw him biting his lip and his face was already all red. I never wanted our goodbye to be this heartbreaking but well… In this situation it’s bound to happen, isn’t it? Because I didn’t want to escalate our situation any further, I decided to shut my mouth and stop talking altogether. I was aware that whatever I said might hurt him deeper. Fuck, why can’t things be easier?

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After what felt like a very long ride, we finally got to the airport. We met Christian’s dad, Mark, at the front gate as I helped Christian with his belongings. Mark greeted me and gave me a hug.

“Hey, Y/N! Thanks for dropping Christian off, if only you could come with us to Italy!” Mark excitedly thanked me, not knowing what happened between Christian and I.

I shook my head and slightly laughed to cover my discomfort. Then I saw Christian looking at his watch, and whispered to his dad: “let’s go.”

I took it as my cue to leave, so I said my farewell to both of them.

“Well, have a safe flight, Mr. Pulisic.” I smiled and nodded at Mark.

Then I turned to Christian. He was still visibly upset – I didn’t have the heart to say anything, really. I had caused him a lot of pain, and I was afraid to open my mouth. But at the moment I knew I had to, since I didn’t know if we would ever see each other again.

“You too, Chris. Good luck over there.” I softly tapped his arm.

I waved at them and was ready to walk away when I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I turned around and it was Christian. He pulled me in for a hug – a very, very tight hug, like he wouldn’t let me go. He rested his head on my shoulder and I rubbed his back the whole time. It was a long hug – probably the longest ever for both of us – and we could no longer keep our overflowing emotions inside anymore.

“I’m sorry…” I whimpered.

“I know.” He whispered.

He stroked my head and kissed me in the forehead. His lips stayed there for a while.

“Y/N, I have to go...”

It was the hardest thing to do but I pulled away from the hug. Before he went inside, he took my hands and looked me in the eyes.

“Y/N, you will always be my greatest summer love… I will never forget you.” He said under his breath.

And the moment he walked through the gate, that was the last time I saw him in person. What we had might be short, but I will forever be thankful Christian made my summer unforgettable.

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“You were my summer love

You always will be my summer love”

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slipperyskell · 10 months

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What if it was Roxanne?

Alright, alright, this one is a hell of a stretch since there’s little evidence that really supports this, but this thought hasn’t left my mind since I first found out about Bonnie’s appearance in Ruin and I just need to get it out there.

what if it was Roxanne that killed Bonnie? while she doesn't have the same claws as Monty would have (which again he did not get until after Bonnie was killed) she does still have them, as does Freddy. Her claws are also green, which might explain the plastic rub/paint that is across his chest. Not to mention in a lot of Roxy's animations, she uses her claws for a ton of things. The only time monty really does is when he's destroying the gator guns. Otherwise he's just punching shit. AND the fact that Roxanne’s green claws are the only ones to have survived up until ruin - not even Freddy’s did. Gotta be pretty durable considering how hard she’s been trying to look for Gregory.

Roxy Raceway is also RIGHT NEXT to Bonnie Bowl, albeit below. That probably doesn't matter much given that they'd all be in Rockstar Row anyway, but afaik after Bonnie went missing, the rest of the glamrock crew weren't allowed to leave their green rooms. I don't remember where this is mentioned in game but i want to say it's a line of dialogue freddy has.

Roxanne's an integral part of the security system being that she is the only one with a secrutiy node built into her system where all of the others don't appear to (assuming their deaths didn't deactivate their portions of the security stuff). Not to mention her eyes are very specifically designed to see things that other people can't, though the description discussing her upgrades also mention that it was just to help her win races (??? sounds like bullshit to me but okay)

Now I haven't been able to find what bowling ball model was used for the broken one around Bonnie's head, but Roxanne's are usually either red with purple swirls or solid purple. Monty's are either solid green, or green and purple swirls. And there's the giant roxanne bowling ball that's crushed much of the bowling alley in the lanes itself when you have the vanni mask on.

WHAT IF. Bonnie, being a prototype (as is implied in the description of one of his plushy collectibles), had been hacked by the Mimic, who learned, through afton, to associate itself with rabbits. Roxanne saw something was up, confronted him, they fight, and Roxanne takes him out. It's obvious she's not afraid to throw hands against other bots, and that leap of hers could have easily knocked Bonnie into the wall, causing that impact mark in front of him as she clawed into him. The only thing that really doesn't explain is why he died facing the wall on his back, Unless he was attempting to scoot back when Roxanne took the bowling ball and crushed his head with it.

Again, there really isn’t anything more that supports this theory than this that I know of, so I know this is a huge stretch, but I feel like, given the amount of things not adding up with Monty being the one to kill him (ESPECIALLY if it was merely out of jealousy and nothing more), I feel like Roxanne being the one to have killed him to protect the others is a more solid motive. If there was something wrong with Bonnie, she’d be the first to know and likely the first to act on it.

#idk man this feels like a stretch but the thought will not leave me so I cast it out into the world #fnaf #five nights at Freddy’s #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #sb ruin #fnaf ruin #roxy wolf #Roxanne wolf #roxy fnaf #fnaf roxy #fnaf roxanne #Roxanne fnaf #glamrock bonnie #Bonnie fnaf #fnaf bonnie

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hotgirlgraps · 10 months

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Insufferable | Part Two

Synopsis: Two people who swear they hate each other’s guts but still can’t leave each other alone.

Warnings: angst, pining, oral (female and male receiving) choking, Tyler is still arrogant and still has that filthy mouth, YN is still a smart ass who brings him to his knees. Also, jealous!hook. An injury and some blood too.

A/N: you guys really wanted this and I couldn’t resist writing it. I just wanna let you know that I read all of your suggestions for this and they’re all incorporated in this filthy fic. So I hope you enjoy and if you’re lost right now, you can read part one here! 🫶🏼

Proceed with caution cause there’s like 2 different smut scenes 😮‍💨

You had a couple of little secrets now. Things you couldn’t tell your friends no matter how bad you wanted to, simply because for the longest time you swore you hated everything about that man. You still do, but it’s a weird kind of hatred you feel towards him, now that his hands have been all over every inch of you. A kind that makes you want more reasons to despise him.

Tyler, on the other hand, finds the whole thing pretty hilarious. He spots you in the hallway and notices that you no longer look at him with that infuriation you used to, but what looks more to him like desperate desire you clearly were way too prideful to admit. You still had the faintest shadow of purple discolorations on your skin and he starts to realize how long it’s been since he had you a moaning mess in the showers.

Of course that just makes him want you all over again.

You were doing a better job than he expected you would. You haven’t even tried to shoot him a text when you’re alone at night in your room, thoughts of his body against yours running rampant through your mind. It surprised him to say the least but he knew you well enough now to know that you’re the second most prideful person on the planet, and he’s the first.

He held a smirk on his lips as he stopped in front of you, his eyes lingering to the faint marks his lips left on your skin one week prior. You felt your cheeks heat up beneath your skin and did your best not to let that show, but he already saw the red blush creeping up from your chest to your face and this only made that coy smirk spread wider.

“Can I help you?” You bit out, bringing your hair over your shoulder to hide those marks you knew he was feeling way to proud of. His eyes then met yours, and you hated the way they instantly made your heart violently pound against your chest.

“Are you avoiding me now?” He takes a step forward, lingering his eyes down your body that he would deny, but he hasn’t stopped thinking about.

“I’ve always tried to avoid you.” You snap back, watching as his dimple deepens on his cheek.

“No, not always.” He lets his hand linger out, the tips of two fingers roaming over the band of your shorts, earning chills to skate down your spine at the simplest touch. “If that were the case you wouldn’t have been moaning my name last week.”

You swallowed hard past the dryness of your throat and boldly stared into his dark, amused eyes. His fingertips trailed a line across your stomach before you felt one hook underneath the waistband, just to pull the fabric back and pop it against your skin.

“One time thing.” You managed to say, even though your voice was suddenly shakier than you wished it would’ve been. “And I already forgot about it, but thanks for the unpleasant reminder.”

His hand fell to his side but that smirk on his lips remained as he shook his head from side to side slightly. “Seems like you forgot something else” he tilts his head to the side, taking a single step closer but closing the space between you completely. “What did I tell you about that smart ass mouth?”

You were flashed right back to one of the many moments that’s been playing through your mind like a movie. Dropping to your knees so easily for him, letting him fuck your throat while tears streamed down your cheeks and reveling in all the strained sounds that he let out. You immediately felt a wetness seep into the fabric of your panties and you hated him for it.

Just then, he took a step back, his eyes adverted to something behind you, that ended up being Willow when she walked up to you. She had a little bit of a confused look on her face, just seeing Tyler standing there in front of you because from what she knew, you absolutely despised that man and most of the time you’re doing all you can do to avoid his constant banters.

But all he did was take a step back and stand there, keeping his eyes held firmly on you as you forced yourself to recollect your thoughts enough to appear like everything was normal.

“Hey girl, we were just looking for you. We didn’t see you after your match last week.” She says as she reaches over and smooths a couple flyaways fluttering around your hair.

“Yeah I went home early.” You blurt the first lie you could think of, and Tyler had to drop his head to hide the prideful smirk on his face. “I wasn’t feeling that great. Something made me sick to my stomach.” You let your eyes linger to him to make sure he caught those words, but it didn’t phase him in the slightest.

“Damn, something you ate?” Willow asked.

And that’s when Tyler cut in, ever the most arrogant man that he’s always been. “Nah, she ended up choking on something. I saw it myself.” His eyes had a mischievous gleam to them and you wanted more than anything to blacken them with your fists.

“Oh God, are you okay? Did you need like, the Heimlich Maneuver or something? Why didn’t you tell me that?” Willow asked, then she glanced over at Tyler when all you did was remain silent, simply because your veins were on fire with the rage you felt towards that cocky man.

“I was fine, it wasn’t as bad as Tyler’s making it sound. I just wanted to get back to the hotel and try to forget all about it.” You piped back up, keeping your eyes on him.

“Well, I’m glad you’re alright. We missed you in catering. You gonna meet us after your match tonight so we can all leave together?” She asked, and Willow always had a thing for playing with your hair while she talked to you but, that’s when she caught sight of the purple patches right below your ear, and even though you tried to hide it, she caught it before your hair was pushed back over your shoulder.

“Umm, what the fuck is that?!” She nearly gasps. “YN, you didn’t even tell us-“

“Tell us what?” Skye’s voice finds you as soon as she walks around the corner. Tyler was practically beaming now, loving the way you were getting caught up by two of your friends, exactly how he wanted it to happen.

“She has a hickey” Willow says as she points at the side of your neck.

“No, it’s a bruise.” You quickly blurted, but caught the way Tyler’s brows raised the second you said that.

“A bruise? That’s not a fucking bruise” Skye said when she gets a good look, moving your hair back with her hand. “I’m sorry but who the hell gave that to you? Was it Daniel?! You didn’t even tell us you were seeing him again.”

Tyler’s teeth clenched behind his lips when your ex was mentioned. The man just couldn’t help it.

“I’m curious too.” He chipped in, holding his eyes on yours with that agonizing look of pure pride and enjoyment. You cut your eyes at him, and he smirked back effortlessly.

“Nobody important.” You bit out, making sure you stared him down just as strongly as he was you.

“No?” Tyler chipped back in, tilting his head to the side as he leaned his shoulder against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest.

Skye and Willow both picked up on the tensions arising between the two of you, feeling the atmosphere shift around them.

“Nope. Just some meaningless fuck I don’t care to talk about.” Then you glanced over at the girls next to you. “It wasn’t even good.”

But that’s when tyler took a step forward and Willow and Skye both took two steps back, their eyes wide and nothing but shocked when Tyler’s fingers squeezed your cheeks and his lips lingered against your own.

“Remember what I told you? Right before I made you come all over me?” He reminds you of something you surely hadn’t forgotten, but all that was going through your mind was the way you wanted him filling you back up all over again.

Willows mouth dropped open and Skye’s eyes were as wide as the moon as they stood there, unable to speak.

“I’m not letting anyone else take credit for the way I ruined you that night, so tell them the truth, or I’ll have no choice but to prove you’re nothing but a pretty little liar.”

You held your eyes on his, your heart hammering ninety beats a minute as his lips barely grazed over yours, and when you finally were able to pull your eyes away, all you saw was willow and Skye taking more steps back with looks of confusion, shock and most of all, complete disbelief painted on their faces.

“You two hate each other?!” Skye eventually spat, staring dead at you, wondering how long they’ve been in the dark about this.

“That’s what she wanted you to think, but maybe you don’t know your best friend the way you think you do.” He smirked, keeping his eyes on you as he slid his thumb across your bottom lip.

“I-I don’t- I’m so-“ Willow stammered.

“Yeah, anyway, we have some unfinished business to take care of, so I’d get out of here if I were you.” He glances over to watch as they both give you a dumbfounded look before slowly backing down the hall.

Once they’re gone, he has your full attention again.

“I didn’t want them knowing. I didn’t want anybody to know.” You spat, taking a step back.

“I told you already, nobody else is getting my credit. Should’ve hid those hickeys with more makeup if you really wanted to hide it that bad.” He shrugged. “But I think we both know that you’re lying again. You would’ve ended up telling your little friends everything. You’ve probably been dying to.”

He was right, but you weren’t gonna tell him that. You attempted to shoot him that infamous glare you’d perfected just for him but he was completely unfazed by it at this point that all it did was make him chuckle.

“Since your little secret is out, I guess I can leave as many marks on your neck as I want to now.” He steps closer, his hands easily finding your hips as he pulls you against him.

You had to take a second to recollect your thoughts but once you did, you managed to say, “I have a match in half an hour, I can’t do this right now.”

But you felt his lips lingering against your neck the second those words slipped out and just like before, your eyes rolled back and nothing but breathy sighs came out of your mouth as you involuntarily melted into him, like pure, delicate putty in his dangerous hands.

“That’s gonna be a tough match for you” he mutters against you. “Don’t know how you’re gonna perform when you can’t even walk straight”

You clenched around absolutely nothing as his words sent shivers down your whole body. An affect you wished wasn’t so strong but unfortunately for you, it was.

You threw all caution to the wind and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, immediately giving in to him as soon as his lips latched to yours. It was filled with desperation from you both, and it was something that completely snatched the all the oxygen right out of your lungs.

He’d be lying if he said he had any control over this. All he could think about from that moment you left the shower room to now, was exactly what he plans to do next.

The locker rooms were right across the hall and that’s exactly where he pulled you to the second you detached. Despite the fact that anybody could come in at any second, all he could think about was getting between your thighs and letting your sweetness embed in his tongue all over again.

He was surprised at how easily you let him take all the control. You didn’t even attempt to make a smart remark and in a way, it was refreshing, but he also kind of missed that bantering the two of you always did.

He guided you over to the bench and slid your shorts down to your ankles before you fully sat down. Then, he was on his knees once again, eager for the sweet taste of you.

This time, he wasted no time warming up. He was impatient and he didn’t care that he was showing it. His lips locked around your clit and he started suckling pulsations against the sensitive bud, his tongue flicking aggressively over it as he watched your head hit the lockers and heard those beautiful sounds slip past your lips.

His fingers slid inside of you, finding that familiar spot that he knew made your head spin. He knew he had limited time to do this and he was wasting none of it as he used one hand to keep your thigh pinned against the bench, and the other one pumping your g-spot harshly.

“Fuck- fuck tyler that feels so good, you can’t stop” you cry out, making no effort to keep your tone minimized. He smirked against you before his lips cupped around your clit again, tilting his head to the side as he kept lapping his tongue.

“Thought you said I wasn’t good?” He teased, muttering hot breaths against your slick core. “Sounds like it feels pretty fucking good to me. Sounded like it felt good last week, too.”

His fingers pounding against your sweet spot kept you from being able to banter back, which was exactly why he slowed those pumps down to almost nothing and waited for your eyes to lock with his.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He brought that condescending edge back to his raspy voice. “You want more? Even though you said it wasn’t even good? Is that why you’re clenching my fingers this tight?”

You bucked your hips in a silent plea but it wasn’t enough for him.

“Nah, that’s not gonna work this time, angel. Need to hear you admit it. Own up to something for the first time in your life, and maybe I’ll give you what you need.”

You rolled your eyes and laid your head back against the lockers. You felt frustration overpowering you but especially when his fingers slowly, painfully slowly curled against your sweet spot.

“You could be coming all over my fingers right now if you weren’t so stubborn” he chuckles darkly, “all you have to do is say the word, baby, and I’ll have you seeing the stars all over again.”

He gave two more slow pumps before you couldn’t take it anymore. You nearly groaned as you arched your hips, desperate for more and breathed out, “fuck tyler, it feels so fucking good, I need more, just stop fucking teasing me, please!”

He smirked, then thrusted those fingers with a quickness that pulled an abundance of whines and moans out of you. He watched your thighs tremble and felt your walls clamping down so tight it was hard for those fingers to even move.

That’s when he rose up, his lips coming to linger over yours as he continued pumping against your g-spot. “Taste yourself.” He muttered, and as you parted your lips, his freehand snaked around your throat, gently squeezing as his tongue slipped over yours.

You felt your blood rushing to your head and that familiar dizziness that you didn’t even realize you missed so much. The taste of yourself mixed with mint lingered on your tongue and it only took three more curls of those long, slender fingers before he felt your walls pulsate and that warmth coated his whole hand.

He smirked against your lips, then pulled those fingers out as much as he wanted to toy with you a little, because he knew time was running out.

He pulled his shorts down halfway and his cock sprung free. Your eyes slightly widened when you saw it again. You somewhat forgot how big he actually was until it was proudly displayed, and you licked your lips without realizing it.

“You really do deserve this dick shoved down your throat, but there’s another place I want to put it right now.” He whispered heavily as he pulls back and picks you up, sitting himself down on the bench with you straddling him.

Your hands instinctively found his shoulders as he held his shaft, positioning himself right where he’d been dying to be before he used his other hand to hold your hip, lowering you down until you felt him in the pit of your stomach.

That familiar sting upon first contact made you moan out, but it was overpowered by his breathy sigh the second he felt your walls squeezing him with that same, hard grip that he hadn’t stopped thinking about since the last time.

He angled his hips to see just how deep he could push himself in and watched as your eyes instantly rolled back, teeth biting hard on your lower lip, so hard you’d probably draw blood in a second.

He watched you carefully as he angled his hips, slowly thrusting deeper. His brows knitted together as soon as you started meeting his thrusts halfway, and the slow, fluid motions quickly turned into harsh snaps of his hips as soon as your head fell against his shoulder.

“You’re unbelievably tight right now” he groans out, wrapping his arms tightly around your back. “Squeezing the fucking life out of me, baby.”

Your eyes fluttered at the use of the pet name that had been running through your mind for a week now. The simplest of names that made your whole body tingle.

His hips thrusted upwards and you did your best to keep up with the pace, but he was merciless. He wasn’t planning on slowing down and all you could do was hold onto him and let him take you on this wild ride, just how he wanted.

His lips latched to your neck, finding that spot below your ear that shot a blaze through your whole body. He felt your nails raking his shoulders as his teeth grazed your skin. The sounds of skin harshly slapping and wet suctions was likely filling the hallway right outside but he didn’t give a fuck about it.

He pulled back to admire the fresh mark on your neck, his hot breaths puffing against the slick skin. “Gonna be hard to hide that” he smirked, letting his lips linger against your shoulder. “Know what else would be hard for you to hide, baby?” He slides down slightly and squares his feet for leverage. “Me putting my baby in you”

He felt your nails dig deeper into his skin, knowing you wanted to banter back but you were way too fucked out to do it. “How would you cover that one with one of your little lies? Stuck with me forever, cause you just can’t seem to leave me alone for some reason.”

He thrusted harder, reveling in the way you were trying with all your might to keep your voice down. “Feels like that’s exactly what you want, baby. Feels like you’re tryna drain me right now. I always knew it. Always knew you were just dying for me to fuck you senseless.”

You pulled back, dropping your head against his. His eyes stayed intently staring into yours, loving the way you just couldn’t seem to collect yourself in the slightest.

“No control over yourself now, huh? That smart ass mouth just doesn’t have anything to say when I’m shoving my cock up your tight little pussy. You just sit there and take it, cause that’s exactly what you’ve always wanted.”

You tipped your head back and screwed your eyes shut. You felt his lips brush against your collarbone as he wrapped his arms tighter around you, his teeth grazing your skin as he fucked into you with a force so strong you were unable to process anything except exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Fuck tyler” you moan out, grabbing a fistful of his hair in your hand, earning a groan to reverberate through his throat. “you don’t even know how good you feel right now!”

“Oh I know, baby” he smirks, “i can feel it”

You dropped your head back down, lips parted and puffy before he crashed his into them, before pulling back slowly.

“Harder, please” you whimpered.

With that, he angled his hips more and thrusted even deeper, knocking his tip against your cervix with each push in, and it was only moments before your whole entire body was quaking, fingers trembling and thighs shaking as you arched your back and let that high power through you.

“Fuck you’re so hot when your coming on my dick, baby. So fucking gorgeous letting me fuck you senseless. Taking me like a good girl, no tears this time” he groans, rocking you through the high as his own quickly creeps up on him.

You collapse against him and he just holds you tighter, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he fucks into you a little slower, knowing how overly sensitive you probably were, but fast enough to still keep you a moaning, whimpering mess for him.

“So good for me, every fucking time. Coming on my cock like you’re supposed to, letting me fill that tight little pussy while you take every last drop. Can’t wait til my come is dripping down your thighs in the ring. Hope the cameras don’t catch that, or else your little secret is gonna be out for the world to know, not just your little friends.”

You moaned against his shoulder when you felt his cock twitch, before that familiar warmth engulfed you. His arms tightened, his hips stuttered and hot, heavy breaths were puffed out against your neck before he pushed himself all the way in, and gave two extra thrusts for good measure.

Once he slid out; you realized you were fucked. You attempted to stand but he had you by the arm to steady you the second he saw you wobble on your feet.

You glared at him, but ended up smirking instead.

“Your match is in, like, ten minutes” he tells you as he pulls up his shorts. “I’ll be watching you struggle from the viewing room. Can’t wait to see how you try to hide the fact that you just got throughly fucked backstage.”

You pulled your shorts up and shot him another look, attempting to fix your hair but you could feel the tangles and knots all throughout it.

“I would go find some make up for that neck, too, unless you just want to let the world know I’m fucking the shit out of you, in which case, I’m not really opposed to that.” He shrugs with that sly smile plastered to his lips.

“I bet you would love that.” You bite back, doing what you can manage to make yourself decent.

“I would really love it, actually.” He grins, and that’s when you shake your head as you back up towards the door.

“Never gonna happen. I need to go figure out how to hide this shit on my neck, again.”

He sits back down in the same spot on the bench he was just fucking you, and can’t help but feel prideful once again at that remark.

“There’s no point, yn. We both know I’ll just give you more next time.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped out the room, but didn’t realize it would’ve been smarter if he stepped out first to make sure nobody was around and caught you leaving the men’s locker room with fresh hickeys all over your neck.

Unfortunately your brain was a little scrambled but it was fully aligned once again when you came face to face with your ex, Daniel.

“Uh, hi” you awkwardly greeted him, stepping away from the door as if you didn’t just walk right out of the room itself.

He eyed you, then the door behind you. “Why are you coming out of the men’s locker room?” He asked, and that’s when his eyes lingered down to the fresh marks on your neck you weren’t smart enough to hide sooner. “Yn, are those hickeys?”

You could see the flash of pain strike his eyes and looked down at your feet to avoid it.

“What the fuck?!” He spat, a little louder than you wished he’d be. “You’re just going around fucking people now?! That fast?! Are you fucking kidding me?! Who the fuck are you with?!”

He tried to step around you but you moved to the side to stop him. “It’s none of your business Daniel, we’ve been done for a while now.” You tried to be gentle about it but he was evidently hurt and, probably really angry.

“A month, yn. A month isn’t that long. You’re already spreading your legs and all I’ve done is try to get you back!”

“I am not just going around spreading my legs!” You snapped, “and I don’t want to get back with you! I told you that! I-“

Right before you could finish that sentence, you heard the door creek open behind you, and you couldn’t help but to screw your eyes shut.

“Wait” Daniel pieces it all together when he sees Tyler standing behind you, his hair a wild mess, more than the usual. “This guy?! Are you fucking serious?! You told me you couldn’t stand him!”

“She lied.” Tyler piped up, stepping closer until you felt his body heat lingering against your back. “Get over it.”

Daniels eyes darkened, Tyler’s eyes narrowed, and you felt the sliceable tensions escalating.

Daniels eyes adverted back down to you, pure disbelief scattered throughout. “Everyone was right about you.” He scoffs coldly. “You’re nothing but a fucking whore.”

As soon as he said that, you felt Tyler brush right past you, moving you out the way before the sound of knuckles to a bone filled your ears and Daniel was sliding down the wall.

“Tyler! What the fuck!” You shout, grabbing him by the arm to pull him back.

He spun around with flames in his dark eyes, his cheeks red and splotchy. “Don’t let that stupid motherfucker talk to you like that!” He spat, his teeth gritting afterwards.

“You can’t just punch him in the face like that!” You shout back, watching as he glances over at Daniel, and the smears of blood over his busted lip. Tyler avoided you, turning to face him instead.

“Count your blessings shes here, or you’d be chewing on your teeth right now.” He pointed down at the injured man before he eyed you over, and headed down the hall. You didn’t have the time to make sure Daniel was okay nor did you now have the chance to stop by hair and makeup to cover those worsening marks on your neck, so you really wanted to scream at Tyler for that but, no time for that either.

You did your best to make yourself presentable as you raced to the gorilla. Tyler had just gotten himself comfortable in the viewing room when your music hit. He watched with a smirk as you walked out, hair an absolute mess and those hickeys so prominent against your skin.

You tried to keep your hair over your shoulders to cover them but it was absolutely no use once you stepped in the ring. The only good thing about that match was the fact that you were gonna win, and you wished you could see Tyler’s face when you do, but that was the last thing you should’ve been thinking about.

He kept his fist over his mouth to hide the smirk since there were a few others in the room with him. But he couldn’t help it. He absolutely loved the fact that you’d just gotten fucked by him and had to drag yourself out to the ring immediately after. Rocking Daniels shit was the cherry on top of the worlds tastiest cake to him, even though he was sure he’d be hearing about it later.

You felt an ache on your inner thigh when your opponent kicked you. You knew exactly why you were so sore but again, you weren’t supposed to be thinking about that. You didn’t have time to shower, obviously, so you still felt Tyler dripping out of you, and all it was doing was making you want to call this whole match off and go find him immediately.

In other words, you were fucked. Figuratively and literally.

As soon as you got the three count and secured your first win in a while, Tyler got up from the couch and headed right out the door. You took a little bit of time flaunting around the ring but not as long as you usually would have. You wanted to get off the camera as soon as you could.

You sped up the ramp and through the tunnel, rounding the corner to find Tyler leaning against the wall with a bit of a softer smile on his face.

“Congrats, it’s about time you beat someone’s ass.” He pushed himself off the wall and you shot him a daring glare as you kept walking. “How was that match? Looked like you were struggling a little bit.” He chuckled, and you felt that wetness seeping into the fabric of your panties once again. Just his voice, for some strange reason, did unspeakable things to you.

But you managed to force past that as you kept heading down the hall, aiming to go straight to the showers, alone this time.

“You know you really hurt Daniel?” You snapped when you came up to the doors. Tyler’s brows knitted together and a look of sudden annoyance played on his face like you hadn’t seen before. “And I think you should apologize.”

He sarcastically laughed at that, shaking his head. “That’s never gonna happen, yn. He disrespected you, remember? Why are you even defending him right now? He called you a whore.”

“He was hurt cause he still loves me, and I don’t blame him for that.” You crossed your arms over your chest as you watched his eyes narrow.

“So that makes it okay that he disrespected you like that? Just because the dude is still in love with you? Nah, I don’t play that shit. He’s lucky I didn’t break his neck, honestly. He should be thanking you for that.”

You stared back into his fired up eyes, unable to speak when he took a step closer, like always. That affect he had on you was probably eternal at this point. In this lifetime and the next, you’d most likely always be putty in his hands.

“Are you still in love with him or something?” He asked, sliding his tongue over his plump lips as he eyed you with skepticism evident.

“No.” You honestly admitted, holding his stare.

“Then why are you so upset with me? I defended you, cause you clearly weren’t gonna do it yourself.”

You clamped your mouth shut when you realized that he wasn’t lying. He did defend your honor but you didn’t expect it.

He watched your face soften. Those piercing eyes rounded out and your hands fell to your sides as you stared up at him.

“Exactly.” He eyed you over when you said nothing more. You sighed and looked over at the door, remembering the shower you desperately needed. Tyler took a step back, as if he could read you mind. He turned the knob and pushed the door opened for you, but he didn’t step in after.

Part of you wanted him to but, even though he fucked you senseless less than two hours prior, you were too hesitant to ask. He nodded before he closed the door behind him, leaving you standing there with a million thoughts rushing through your head.

You took a glance at yourself in the mirror and noticed just how dark those patches had gotten on your neck. Your finger roamed over them and you winced at the sting, but it was nothing but a reminder of those moments with him.

You couldn’t even shower without having the images of the two of you attack your mind. It’s all you were thinking about since the first time he touched you and you couldn’t even fight it.

You stood there as the water cascaded down over your sore body, thinking solely about his hands gripping your hips. Flashing back to the moment like it happened just a few minutes ago, and you can’t help but remember all the sweet nothings he whispered when he was trying to get that high to sky lengths.

All the times he called you baby, for some reason just won’t stop replaying in your mind and the weird sensations that it brings just keep getting stronger the harder you try to fight against it.

You knew it from the very first time you felt something ignite for him and only him. If he ever got his hands on you, you’d be addicted, and like addiction tends to creep up on people, snatching them when they least expect it, so did he to you.

You’ve never craved another man’s touch quite like this. There was no justification for it. You just simply wanted him every time you remembered his lips on yours. It was nearly impossible to fight, which is why you ended up in the locker rooms earlier but, at what cost? The man you spent so much time trying to hate is quickly becoming your greatest weakness.

You sighed as you stepped out the shower and wrapped the towel around you, tucking it tight so it stayed clasped. The locker room was just one over so you weren’t worried about it anyway, that was until you stepped out and heard Tyler’s voice a little ways down the hall.

Turning around, you spotted him leaned up against the wall talking to some girl you didn’t even recognize. His eyes found yours but only for a second before he gave her his attention again, a wide and toothy grin on his face.

You suddenly felt rage like you hadn’t before boiling over and did your best not to show it, but when you watched her fingers trace the cross on his neck, you had to get away immediately.

You closed the door behind you and threw your clothes down on the bench. You had a million and one thoughts running through your mind and they all consisted of him. He saw you watching him and didn’t make an effort to even try to hide that cocky ass grin on his face.

You made quick work at throwing some sweats and a t-shirt on but as soon as you stepped back out in the hallway, they were both gone. The first thing you thought was him taking her to the shower room, or the locker room or wherever else he thought about.

It was enough to make your whole entire body buzz with anger and the best thing you could do was get out of that arena before you made an absolute fool of yourself.

And as much as you knew you had no solid ground to stand on, because you and Tyler were absolutely nothing but two people who randomly fucked a time or two, you still found yourself unable to control the questions that kept buzzing around your brain that he absolutely needed to be asked so, at midnight, after your intrusive thoughts got the best of you, you knocked on his hotel door.

He opened it with hair wildly disheveled, no shirt and sweatpants sitting dangerously low on his hips. He looked a little taken back to see you standing there but he knew exactly why you had those rosy red cheeks and fiery eyes to match.

“Am I interrupting anything?” You quipped, and watched as he shook his head and opened his door wider. To you, he looked like he just got hands ran all through his hair and that thought alone was making your stomach coil.

You slowly stepped in and eyed him before you glanced around his room, looking for the signs that someone else was in here but, no woman’s clothes or pieces of jewelry were anywhere to be found.

You heard the door softly shut and turned to face him, arms crossed tightly over your chest as he walked over to you, holding that smirk you wished you really had enough hatred to slap right off of his face.

“What’s got you all fired up?” He asks, knowing good and well what it was but he really just wanted to hear you say it. Then maybe he would admit that he had that all planned out the entire time.

“I’m not.” You blurt, glaring at him. “I just wanted to-“

“Wanted to what? See if I was fucking her?” He stepped closer, tilting his head like he always does when he tries to read right through you, which was becoming way easier now that you finally let your guard down.

“Who was she?” You retaliate, watching his lips tip upwards once more.

“A friend.” He chuckles before he brushes past you, making his way back over to his bed.

“A friend?” You repeated. “Didn’t look like she was a friend.”

“Well, she is.” He shrugged as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “No reason for you to be jealous.” He smirked.

“I’m not jealous.” You rapidly spat back. “But you just fucked me not even two hours before you were basically eye fucking her!”

He shook his head as he ran his hand through his hair. “You sound pretty fucking jealous to me.”

You felt your cheeks burning when he looked back up at you with those amused eyes. He loved everything about this back and forth shit and you knew it, but you just couldn’t fight against it. Secretly, you loved it too. You just hoped he couldn’t tell.

“Don’t you know by now that if you want to fuck me, all you really have to do is say that?” He chuckles lowly, holding his hands out on each side, which felt like an invitation you were dying to accept but, you stayed with feet practically nailed to the floor.

“Haven’t I shown you I’m a pretty willing participant?” He smirked. Having way too much fun with your anger at the moment.

“Willing participant?” You repeated those words. “More like the one who begs for it.”

That’s when you watched the corner of his mouth slide up with a gleam in his dark eyes you recognized all too well.

“No baby, you’re the one who begs. Remember?” He stands up, but you’re so caught off guard by the use of the pet name he only ever called you in the act. Before you realize anything else, he’s standing right in front of you with not even a centimeter of space between.

“Or do you need a reminder?” His hot breath fans over your lips before you feel his fingers hooking under the waistband of your sweatpants, and just like before, you’re fucked all over again.

His lips land on yours and you feel him pulling you towards the bed, but you’re so lost in the moment you don’t even realize it until your back lands on the mattress and your legs involuntarily spread wide, allowing space for him between.

Your fingers tangle up in his hair as his tongue rhythmically dances over yours and in the midst of it all you can feel his hardening bulge beneath the thin fabric of his sweats pressing hard against your inner thigh.

Once again you were in full desperation, suddenly so needy as you whimpered against his lips and he loved it. He leaned back on his knees and took a second to admire his view of you, laying underneath him with pretty puffy lips and purple marks all over your neck. He could’ve taken a picture and put it on a billboard proudly.

He slid your sweats down to your ankles and slung them across the floor before he made his way back up your body, needy and desperate himself but he was doing a good job at hiding it.

He slid some hair out your face and made sure you were looking dead in his eyes when he whispered, “If we do this again, you’re mine. No more games. I’m done playing. You win.”

You were suddenly taken back at the words that seemed more like a verbal commitment but you couldn’t even take the time to think about them when his lips latched to yours once again, but so much slower this time. So much more passion emitted that it was rather undeniable.

Your head was nearly spinning when he pulled back and waited for your eyes to flutter open.

“All mine.” He breathlessly muttered, rubbing his thumb over your lip. “This.” He said, before he roamed that hand down to your aching core, just barely grazing your clit with the pad of his fingertip. “This.” He added, then he brought that hand right back up, snaking it around your neck, making your eyes roll back instantly. “This, too. You’re all mine.”

Even if you thought about objecting, you wouldn’t have been able to. You felt him applying that slight pressure and it had your cheeks flaming immensely. His lips collided with yours once again as strained moans got lost somewhere within his mouth, before he let go of your neck and grabbed himself instead, gliding his tip over your drenched cunt before he pushed in without a single warning.

“Oh my God” you gasped out, your head lifting from the pillows. Eyes caught his as he pushed himself all the way in and held himself there, allowing you a minute to adjust like he typically did before he slowly pulled back out of you halfway, and pushed in once more.

Your head fell back against the pillows again and his fell to your shoulder, low grunts and heavy sighs being muffled by your skin as he rocked into you, but not nearly as rough and rigid as the times before. His thrusts were smooth and languid, easy for you to meet them halfway as you arched your hips off the mattress, just to feel him hit as deep as he could possibly go.

“Feel so fucking incredible baby, every single time my dick gets buried in you, I swear it just keeps getting better and better.” He heavily whispered against you before he picked his head back up, resting his forehead to yours.

That gold cross bounced off of your lips with each deep push and pull of his hips, and when he leaned up on his elbows, you hooked your finger through the chain to pull him back down to your lips again.

He hummed against you, his mouth opening slightly when he felt you clenching around him.

“Fuck you’re killing me, baby. You know that? Gonna be the fucking death of me.”

You let a high moan rip through your lips when he sped up, pulling back and crashing into you with a strength that had you clawing scars all down his back. You felt his muscles flex beneath your fingertips and a low groan fly into the air when he felt those nails breaking skin.

“You like that, don’t you baby? You like when I’m rough with you. You want to be fucked like a little slut? Well, I got you.”

You were flipped over within a split second, your face pressed against the pillows as he lifted your hips and slammed into you again. Your high pitched moans were muffled by the pillow, but he wanted to hear them better.

“Nah, pick your head up and let me hear how good it feels.” His hand tangled up in your disheveled locks as he snatches your head back, fucking into you so hard you couldn’t keep from letting his name bounce off the walls.

“That’s right baby, fuck these people. Make them hear you scream my name all fucking night long.”

He was no good for you at that point. All the coaxing only made you louder. You couldn’t help it even if you tried, but you gave up that fight when he repeatedly pounded your sweet spot, making your sweet juices drip down onto the bedsheets.

“Such a good girl, always so wet and tight and ready for me to fuck you.” He groaned above you, before he folded over your body and let go of your hips. You couldn’t help but to collapse against the bed and didn’t mind it. His hand snaked beneath your stomach and made its way down to your clit, feeling your walls bear down the second he started rubbing circles over it.

“Don’t- don’t stop” was all you could manage through the broken moans and whimpers. He obliged to your plea, continuing to rock into you while his finger rubbed rotations against your clit, but his other hand found it’s way back up to your neck, wrapping around it as he turned your head to face him.

“Look me in the eyes when you come on my dick, understand me?” He demanded, and all you could do was nod as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. He noticed, but this time, he didn’t say anything. His lips locked with yours and his teeth sank down into your bottom lip, pulling it back before he let it go.

You felt his finger speed up, along with those thrusts and the quick arising warmth swirling through your lower stomach each time he hit that one spot only he was ever able to. He felt you clench down, felt your body stiffen beneath him and he didn’t miss a beat.

“So fucking gorgeous” he muttered under his breath as his hips kept rocking against you. He buried himself deep, making sure you felt him filling you all the way, and judging by the sounds flying through your mouth, he succeeded at that.

“Like it deep, don’t you?” He mused before he pushed himself even deeper, earning a stinging sensation at first, before it quickly morphed into something extraordinary.

You were too fucked out, as usual and he could tell. He applied a little pressure to the sides of your neck all the while his fingers spun rapid circles over your clit and it was then that he felt your entire body quake, your walls once again sucking him right back in and holding him there with a vice grip that made his elbows tremble against the mattress.

“Look at me” he demanded, even though your eyes were fluttering, you managed. His lips were parted and puffier than usual, hair stuck to his skin and wildly spread across his forehead. He only gave you a second to glance before he couldn’t help himself and had to taste you again.

His lips collided with yours as that high powered through you, taking you and throwing your limp body into a complete bottomless pit of euphoria. The low moans that got lost from his mouth to yours were making your head spin wildly out of control but his tongue lingering around yours was somehow keeping you locked in the moment, hypersensitive to every little move he made.

You felt a rush of warmth spill out of you just as he pulled his hips back. There were drenched spots underneath you on the sheets and when he leaned back up on his knees he looked down, pretty proudly at that.

You felt his finger collecting some of the salty liquids, yours mixed with his and spread it all along your folds with a smirk plastered on his face, especially when your body jerked from the featherlight touch.

“Don’t think I’ve seen that from you before.” He said as he wraps his hands underneath your thighs and turns you over.

“What?” You asked, glancing down between your legs to see the massive wet spot taking up almost half of that side of the bed.

You glanced back at him and that proud look on his face and couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at that arrogance you were sure was permanently a part of him.

He made his way back up, placing a kiss to your forehead tenderly, which caught you off guard but you didn’t object to it.

“From now on, I’m gonna be aiming to make you come that hard.” He whispers before he rolls onto his side and turns you to face him. You felt his arm lazily drape over your hip and his fingers absentmindedly traced little circles on your lower back.

“That’s if this ever happens again” your smart mouth was brought right back and he could’ve expected that much, but again, it just doesn’t phase him. He leaned in and placed another gentle kiss to your lips, basically telling you to stop talking in the nicest way possible before he pulled you into his chest.

When you let your arm wrap around him, he let an easy smile spread across his lips, but you were tracing the new tattoo on his chest, so you didn’t see it.

“If I wake up alone in the morning, I’m coming to fuck you all over again, so you might as well stay the night with me.” He barely muttered as his face melted into the pillow.

“Is that your way of saying you want morning sex, too?” You teased, but felt those strong arms tightening around you.

“That’s my way of saying I want morning sex every morning when I wake up next to you from now on.”

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Tell me you need me

♡ summary: its been a month of fighting against the first order, Poe misses you and needs to let go of some built up tension.

♡ content: MDNI!, afab reader, smut, domination, praise, degradation, making out, rough sex, oral sex, penetrative sex, big dick, dominant Poe, submissive reader.

A/N: I’ve been obsessing over Dameron lately and needed to write some good smut

Being ranked top pilot in the starfighters is a big responsibility, though it’s also the cause of his large ego. Many would say Poe thinks too highly of himself, cocky, arrogant, and that one day he was going to be knocked off his pedestal, but he worked for that position, the title commander doesn’t come without effort. The split second decisions that he was forced to make in the midst of battle weren’t easy and most of the time crucial, for not just him, but for the rest of his squad, and for the resistance. Stress came with the job, it was inevitable, though this month was like no other, frustration was high and patience was low. No breaks, no relaxation, having no room to let go of all of this built up irritation and decompress, but also no time to release himself in others. . pleasures.

This last month, Poe has wanted nothing more than to pump a large load onto his fellow pilot’s face. He couldn’t get his mind off of her, not after the last time. The way she looked up at him. .god his mind couldn't shake the thought. Her pure eyes looking up at him through her lashes as she rested down on her knees for him, and only him. The moment his squadron arrived back from their expedition, his check in with Leia was brief as he was determined to get back to his cordors, to finally get a moment to himself.

You were thrilled to hear that the Black squadron was back from their expedition, it's been awhile since they’ve been home and you were eager to see Poe once again. It didn’t take long until you arrived outside of Poe’s room, you hesitated. Your hand stopped right before you placed a knock on his door. What was stopping you? What was making you so nervous? It hasn’t been that long since you saw him, so what was making you so anxious? As you were about to knock, the door slid open, your eyes met him almost instantly. You watched as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Dameron?” His name leaving your mouth caused him to clench his jaw, the way you said his name, it drove him utterly insane. Even if there was no sexual intent behind it, it made the hairs on his arms stick up. Poe was quick to grip your arm, dragging you inside his room, hearing as the door to his room closed behind you, it left the two of you alone with each other's company.

There was silence for a moment, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart thumping against your chest. You found your eyes staring down by his feet rather than his eyes, not bringing yourself to look up at him. You could feel him looking down at you, his eyes were drilling into the top of your skull. As he lets go of your arm, his hand slowly makes its way up, pushing your hair behind your ear, allowing your face to be more visible for him. “Why won’t you look at me?” Poe let out in a soft whisper.

Your breath hitched, not a single word in reply to his question. Poe placed his index finger under your chin lifting your head up to look into his eyes directly. “Darling, please look at me.” he pleaded to you. Your eyes finally lock with his and a smug smirk spread across his face. Poe leaned close to your ear, and began kissing along your jaw. “This last month” he inhaled deeply “has been so . . fucking hard, being away from you.” his kisses starting to trail along your neck.

“Dameron i-” he quickly cut you off “don’t say my name like that darling or I won't be able to stop myself” His breath was hot against your skin, sending a chill against your spine. “Don't,” You said bluntly. Poe pulled his face away from the crook of your neck, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “Don’t stop.” You said looking up at him, giving him those eyes. . the eyes he couldn’t say no to, the eyes that got him here in the first place.

There was a pause for a moment, the two of you collecting your thoughts, before he finally leaned down pressing his lips against yours. His hands entangle through your hair holding your head in place. You let out a soft moan against his mouth from the sudden impact, kissing him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. It doesn’t last long before his tongue slips through the seam of your lips, tongues swirling with one another before he sucks on yours, parting away from you. Poe’s hands release your hair and travel down your sides halting at your hips pulling you closer. Lips smashing with one another once more. It wasn’t something you could explain but his touch was addicting and you couldn’t get enough. He was your own personal drug.

You break free of the kiss, a trail of saliva breaking at your departure, leaving the two of you to catch your breath in the process. Poe was eager, he wanted more, he didn’t want it to end. Moving into another kiss his lips stop before yours, lips brushing against each other. “Tell me you need me. .” Poe pleaded softly to you. “Tell me that you need me. . and I’ll be yours. .” His words sunk deep into your core, causing you to bite the bottom of your lip giving it a second thought. You wanted him, there was no denying these feelings. You wanted him and him alone. You nod your head answering his pleas, but he was unsatisfied and shook his head “ No baby, I need you to use your words.”

Pausing for just a moment, you work up the courage to give in to your desires “I need you ” You say “need me to what?” He retaliates quickly. “To touch me.” That's all he needed to hear, and in one swift motion he dragged you over to his cot, hands still placed against your hips. He pulls at the bottom of your tank top signalling you do put your arms up and that you did. Poe pulled your tank top over your head exposing your bare chest, your nipples stiffen from the cold brushing against them. He quickly guides you onto his cot, using your elbows to keep upright.

The sensation of Poe’s hot mouth latching onto your breast before running his tongue against your nipple sends a shiver down your spine. He was gentle with your breast switching between the two giving both sides the attention they deserved. His lips travelled, kissing each breast before slowly trailing down your stomach stopping just at the hem of your pants. Poe’s two index fingers come up and latch onto your pants pulling them down and off, leaving you in just your panties. He was quick to dip his head in between your legs, planting gentle kisses on the inners of your thighs, feeling his beard pricking against your soft skin, causing you to grow impatient. “Stop teasing me” You let out a whine. Poe look’s up at you from in between your legs with a smirk “I'm not teasing, you’re just impatient” You could feel how wet you were growing by the minute, his touch was enough to make you weep. His fingers come up to your core running them gently against the wet fabric of your panties. “I’ve barely even touched you and yet you're so wet for me” You could hear his shit eating grin in his words.

Within a split second he pulled off your panties and quickly dived back in between your legs planting a kiss against your wet pussy, sending a shiver down your spine. A whine escapes your throat as Poe’s tongue begins to suck on your clit, lapping his tongue over it in the process. His hands hooked onto the unders of your knees holding your legs up and open, so you were unable to close them in the process. Your hands reach down and entangle with his hair, holding his head in place. He knew what he was doing, and it showed. The amount of pleasure that was rushing through your body was indescribable. You bite down on your bottom lip trying your best to muffle your moans in the process, causing Poe to pull away. “Let me hear your moans baby” He said, letting his lips hover over your pussy, his hot breath causing your body to slightly jerk. “Let them hear how amazing I’m making you feel” He loved seeing the way you squirmed to his touch.

Your hands reach up to the pillow your head is resting on and gripping it tight as Poe continues to eat you out, You feel your high growing, you’re gaining closer to the edge. To your release. Poe doesn’t stop, he keeps messily fucking you with his tongue, feeling as you’re growing closer to cumming.

“Ah -fuck,” You moan out before the built up knot in your stomach finally releases onto his tongue, but he doesn’t stop, he keeps going, your eyes widen as he continues to eat you out through your orgasm. His hand leaves your knees, inserting two of his fingers into your slick pussy, pumping into you slowly, unmatching the rhythm of his tongue. The sensation is causing your legs to shake, as you were already chasing your next orgasm, the second one closer then the first. “Come on pretty girl, cum on my fingers. .” Poe said, guiding you. He knew the right spots to push you over the edge, your orgasm was creeping up closer by the second and before you knew it you were cumming for him once again, your pussy clamping down on his fingers. “That’s my girl” Poe said while pulling his fingers out of you, licking the sear wet slick of your cum off his fingers.

Your head moves to look down at him but he’s already right there, face inches from yours, his movements were alway so quick, or maybe your mind was moving so slow, you could no longer tell. The tips of his index and ring finger slip past your lips placing them on top of your tongue making you taste yourself on his fingers. Your lips wrap around his fingers and slowly suck the last of your juices off of him. Your hands began to wander, palming him through his pants, he was already so stiff the brush of your hand over his cock was enough to make him groan. “Do you see how crazy you make me?” Poe said, watching as your hand trails against him.

He was quick to get up and off the cot, leaving you there, repositioning yourself onto your knees. You watched as he pulled his shirt up and over his head, following through by unbuckling his belt, tugging his pants and boxers down in the process, revealing his large thick and swollen cock. Reaching out and taking it in your hand, your tongue dragging itself across the slit of his sensitive tip before you swirl it around the head, sending a shiver down his spine. Your lips hallow over the head of his cock, tongue placed at the base slowly moving your head back and forth. “Fuck thats it” Poe groaned under his breath looking down at you as his hand entangles through your hair, guiding your head, bobbing it faster.

You pull your head back to catch a breath releasing his cock from your mouth, saliva running down your chin. Poe couldn’t get over the sight, seeing you like this was his favourite thing in the world. His hand cupped your cheek caressing his thumb softly against your skin. He looked in thought, what was he thinking? “Dameron?” You let out almost in a light whisper, his breath hitched, pushing you down on your back once again, he didn’t even respond, not a single word. Poe positioned your legs around his torso and lined the tip of his cock at your entrance.

It all happened so quick you weren’t sure how to react, his hands placed on your hips, pushing himself into you, you gasped at his cock stretching you out, sinking deeper into you. Poe didn’t wait for adjustment; he was impatient and couldn’t wait any longer. Your hands placed at his torso, pushing him away so he would calm down, he pulled back slightly just so he could pound back into you ignoring your attempt. Your face contorted into pure pleasure letting out a loud moan.

“Holy. Fuck Dameron! W-wait!” You called out to him. Poe’s grip tightened on your hips and picked up the pace, repeatedly slamming himself into you. “Shitt you feel so good, pretty girl” Poe groaned through the back of his throat. His hands place themselves on the back of your knees pushing them up to your head “You’re taking me so well.” He let out once more.

You couldn’t process words, your mind was fog, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he pumped into you. You were already sensitive enough from the last two orgasm’s that you could feel another one coming around the corner. The sound of your combined moans and slapping skin filled the room. Your eyes locked on his, watching his chain swing with the rhythm of your thrusts. This was like no other. His free hand went down to your pussy once again, his thumb teasing your clit, as he continued to pump into you. He felt as you began to clamp down on him, a smug look growing on his face once more. “Are you gonna cum?” you frequently nodded your head, words barley coming to you. “Yes, fuck.” You just barely make out. “Then beg.” Poe said with a stern voice, causing your eyebrows to furrow, was he serious? “Beg me, to let you cum.” He said once more clarifying your questions. “Mm please, please let me cum” you plead out to him. His breathing is becoming as heavy and hitched as your own, was he trying to cum with you? “Please Dameron, I wanna cum so bad” You moaned out once more. You could see his jaw clench he was breaking, his thrust were becoming sloppy and out of rhythm, he was just as close as you were. “Fuck, your pussy’s clenching on me so tight” you could feel the knot in your stomach grow. “agh, I don’t- Ah fuck I’m gonna cum.” You cry out to him “that’s it baby. Cum for me” Your legs fall and wrap around his waist, as you cum on his cock, your legs shake once again, as you run your hands through his hair, tugging on it slightly. You moans were like sympathy to his ears. Poe thrusted into you one last time cummimg, his cum filling you up. The two of you were breathless, chest rising and falling trying your best to catch your breath.

Poe leaned down and placed one soft kiss against your lips, It was more than just a kiss; it was a proclamation of love, a silent promise of everything they had ever dreamed of. Time stood still as you lost yourself in the intoxicating passion of each other's embrace, the moment etched into your minds. Pulling away not long after he looked into your eyes. . just for a moment, gathering his thoughts. A gentle smile played on your lips, a reflection of the tenderness in your heart. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light yet filled with a depth of emotion that words could never capture. The two of you didn't need to speak; the silence between you was enough. “I want nothing more than to be the reason you smile,” Poe said to you in a light whisper.

@allicat0 signing off

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Thinkin' Nonsense

older!rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader

note: also hope y'all are legally blonde fans (and in case your not, brooke windham when questioned why she was with an older man said "then show them a picture of his dick" that will be important later)

warning: smut! oral (f! and m! receiving), p in v, slut shaming

word count: 2.5k

After doing nothing in bed with Eddie, all day yesterday, Y/n insisted on going out and walking the streets of Paris. And with the new found security in their relationship, the couple didn’t mind if they were seen, wanting to for now on embrace their relationship.

“We should go to a bakery!.. That one!” pulling Eddie, with their conjoint hands, towards the first place she saw that had baked goods in the window. Guessing since it was a bakery right in the middle of a tourist area, there was a long line, Eddie standing behind Y/n with his hands around her shoulders.

“Why are you standing behind me? I can't see you.” Y/n said, craning her neck back leaning on Eddie’s chest to see his face. Eddie brings his lips to the girl’s ear, lowering his voice to say, “‘Cause you're wearing a short skirt, and I don’t want the guy behind me staring at your ass this whole time.” The man replied, very smugly, causing Y/n to laugh softly.

At the sound of the couple laughing the older man in front of them, a little younger than Eddie, turns just to glance at the two but at seeing Eddie does a double take to make sure he was seeing right.

“Hey, you’re Eddie Munson!” He said, turning around to fully face the couple. “Yeah. I am.”

“Bill, huge fan. I love your music.” “Thanks so much.” Throughout the whole conversation, Eddie never moved from his position behind Y/n, causing the fan to realise she was even there. Giving the woman a once over taking in her tight clothing and her age.

“So it’s true, you’re dating a 20-year-old slut?”

Y/n is no stranger to being called a slut, but even at her lowest time, never to her face with no shame. Instantly her crave for the baked goods were gone, just wanting to get out of there. Hot tears started to leak out of her eyes, thank god she wore waterproof mascara.

“Don’t you fucking dare talk to her like that.” Eddie muttered, jaw clenched, walking towards the easily 6’5” man. Yet he didn’t get far as Y/n grabbed Eddie’s arm to pull him away and closer to her, whispering in his ear as she continues to walk out of the bakery, “Eds, let’s go.”

“God, I’m so sorry, angel.” “It’s not your fault. It’s okay." "It's not okay.” Eddie didn't rest on that too long, knowing that Y/n's spirits needed to be lifted.

“I hope you didn’t pull me away cause you thought I couldn’t take him.. ‘Cause I could.” He always said the right thing when it came to Y/n, his comment causes her to laugh and say, “I’m sure you could, Eds.”

The man brings his hand around the woman’s waist, moving down to hold the bottom of her ass remembering her short skirt, turning his face towards her to see her face when he gives her a small squeeze, continuing their conversation by mumbling “I probably would’ve had to go easy on him too.” “I know.” “Cause I can fight.” “Yes, you can.” “And-”

That night was Y/n first night in Paris, and of course with Eddie now in Paris he came to see the show. So here he was sitting in a dressing room, a place he hasn’t been in a while, watching his girlfriend get ready to perform to a sold out theatre. Y/n was sitting at the vanity, her makeup girl just left and Y/n was just putting on the final touches like lip gloss and fixing her bangs.

Looking at Eddie in the mirror she says, “What are you staring at, creepy?” At this Eddie comes up behind the girl’s chair leaning down to kiss her neck, “Can’t help but stare at my beautiful girl.” The older man says, making moves to kiss the girl’s lips, before she stops him with a finger on his mouth. With Eddie’s shocked face Y/n explains, “You’ll mess up my lipgloss.” “Screw your lipgloss!” Eddie replies, bringing his lips slowly to hers, never wanting to push a boundary if she was serious but he was positive she said that just to get a reaction from him. And Eddie was right, at the sound of Y/n soft laughter Eddie’s lips crashed into the girl’s, moving together and it being Eddie it didn’t take long for him to slip his tongue past Y/n’s soft and gorgeous pink lips. Yet of course a knock breaks up their make-out sesh, hearing a faint yet loud yell from Y/n stage manager, “On in 5!”

Eddie lets out a small groan at the interruption, giving Y/n a kiss on the cheek while leaning out of the kiss. After Y/n fixes the lipgloss they ruined, she walks out to the wings, “Bye baby!” The woman said, smiling. “Good luck, Angel. I love you.” “I love you too.” “I’ll see you after. Break a leg!” Eddie yells behind him, rushing to his seat to catch the opening song.

“I just have to say before this next song,” Y/n says into the mic, out of breath, looking at all the faces in the crowd, “You guys, this crowd, giving so much energy and I feel so comfortable with you guys. You’re just the best!” She pauses slightly, letting the crowd clap and scream before continuing, “So I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced playing at a sold out theatre.” The beat to the next song starts playing, “But when that happens you sing them this!”

“Think I only want one number in my phone”

The whole song Eddie could pry his eyes away from Y/n, her dancing was so sexy and memorising, and her stage presense was something Eddie hadn’t seen in years. And god, her short skirt flying up at her dancing, made his half hard dick twitch in his pants.

“This song catchier than chicken pox is

I bet your house is where my other sock is

Woke up this morning thought I'd write a-” “Pop hit!”

“How quickly can you take your clothes off?” “Pop quiz!”

“Everyone online has been so pressed,

But boy when I’m with you I feel so blessed,

You know me but Brooke Windham said it best.”

The last line being followed with Y/n infectious laugh. Of course Eddie knew what that line was referring to, Isla had made him watch that movie a million times. But what really killed him was that he had to wait five more minutes before he could lock himself and Y/n in her dressing room and fuck her brains out.

As Y/n finish the last song, waving and blowing kisses to the crowd, she starts walking to the wings and begins running, seeing Eddie waiting for her. Jumping into his arms, legs going around his waist, the man’s hands coming down to Y/n’s ass to steadily hold her up. With that Y/n’s lips collide with her man’s, this time it being her slipping her tongue in first. Unbeknownst to the couple that the fans diagonal to them filming the interaction. Something Isla will no doubt see later, and tease him about.

Breaking the kiss and lowering his voice, not knowing if anyone could hear them, “Oh I can’t wait to fuck you tonight.”

In the limo, the lobby, the elevator, never once do their lips leave each other; granted they weren’t making out in the lobby, but Eddie did kiss all the way from Y/n’s neck down to the tips of her fingers and back. Now with the woman against the door, being pinned by Eddie’s body, his hands searching both Y/n and his own pockets for their room key, his lips kissing and suckling on the spot Eddie had found a while back to be when she’s most reactive. Now she’s trying to silence the moans she can’t but let out, worried someone is going to hear.

“I’m starting to think- ahh- that you're taking your sweet time to find that key cause you want to get caught.” “Maybe.” The man says, only breaking away for a second, not being able to bear his lips not on her body when they could be.

“Ah-ha!” Eddie yells, grabbing the keys from the breast pocket of Y/n’s coat. Opening the door without warning, causing Y/n to fall back slightly before Eddie catches her, picking up the girl, letting the door shut behind them and tossing his girl on their hotel bed and crawling on top of her, leaving soft loving kisses up her thighs and stomach, “Gonna be my good girl, angel?” Eddie mumbles against the flesh of her breast, bringing his knee to press against her wet cunt, through the fabric of her panties, causing a moan to cut off Y/n before she could answer. “Not a good start. Can’t even answer my question, you're so desperate.”

“No! Sorry, I’ll be so good!” “There she is, that’s my good girl.”

Slowly Eddie reaches to slip off Y/n top layers, which causes his knee to press farther into between her legs, making the girl clench around seemingly nothing and let out a small whimper. “Did I do something, baby?” Eddie asks, knowing damn well what he did on purpose. With her top half now fully off, Eddie moves his knee, crawling down the girl’s body, stopping when his face is above her cunt, leaving a gentle kiss on the wet spot. Linking his fingers in the waistband of her skirt, soft muttering, “Lift your hips, angel.” before pulling down the girl’s skirt and her underwear along with it. Eddie now finally seeing his love bare after all day of being apart, he leaves short but loving kisses on the surrounding area.

“Hi, my love.” Eddie says before diving head first into his girl’s beautiful cunt. Y/n not even being able to process that fact Eddie called her pussy his love, before she’s a whining mess, “Eds more, baby more!” Pulling at Eddie’s long curls to bring his face deeper into her doesn’t seem to work as the man leans away from ‘his love’ saying, “Angel, don’t be a desperate little thing. Use your manners.” Quite frankly Y/n was more desperate than ever to have Eddie’s mouth back on her, yelling, “Please, baby more! Please Eds!” “Okay, hun.” Y/n’s legs snap around Eddie’s head at the feeling of his mouth back to where she needed him, lapping at her sodden hole, dragging his tongue from there to the girl’s clit, and bringing to suck and lick at the swollen bud. The woman below him let out loud moans, as if there was no one else in the world.

“Eds I’m gonna- fuck! Don’t stop!” “I know, Angel, I know. Let go, my love” Eddie says, his face not pulling away from her pussy for a second. And with his last words, she did. Completely letting go, Eddie never stopping, wanting to suck up every last bit of her.

The loud suckle of Eddie drinking up Y/n’s cum filled the air. Y/n hands quickly try to push Eddie’s head away from her cunt, “Ah- Eds ‘s sensitive.” “I know, baby. Just tastes so good.” “But I wanna taste you now.” She says, leaning up on her elbows only for Eddie to push her back down onto the bed standing to take off his shirt and pants, giving Y/n a small strip tease rocking his hips back and forth, causing Y/n to laugh. The man then crawls back up the girl's body to join their backs, in a heated kiss before breaking away to say, “You can taste me later, promise.” “Promise?” “100% don’t have to convince me.”

Grabbing his cock in his hand, pumping himself, before dragging his tip through the girl’s folds, gathering her wetness, lining himself up with Y/n’s sodden hole, “Ready, angel?” “God, yes!”

Without another word Eddie pounds himself into Y/n, not even giving her a second to adjust, fucking her through the uncomfort and sensitiveness from her previous orgasm. “Oh! Eddie, you feel so good!” “Yeah? How good, baby?” “So good, the best! Fuck! You're the best I’ve ever had!” “Thank you, angel. You’re just as sweet as you taste.”

Holding her thighs, while continuing to pound into Y/n, Eddie starts folding the girl’s legs up to her chest, increasing his pace. Their new position causes Eddie to be able to reach deeper inside her, repeatedly hitting her g-spot with every thrust.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum- Eds I’m gonna-” “I know- shit. Me too, angel. Hold it for me, wanna cum with you.” “Can’t-” With Eddie’s continuing thrusts, Y/n can feel her second orgasm coming, “Eddie! I can’t-” “Know you can, angel. Love when you say my name.” With one last thrust, cuming deep inside her. “Let go, angel.” “Oh! Fuck! I love you!”

Coming down from both they’re highs, Eddie gently lets go of Y/n’s legs allowing them to fall back down onto the bed, Eddie falling to the girl’s side exhausted, “I love you too.”

After only a few moments, Y/n turns her body on her side to face Eddie, the man turning his head to see her, “You want to go again?” Y/n’s excitement causes Eddie to laugh, not only that but the fact that she is perfectly fine and he’s completely worn-out. Moments like these really showed their age gap.

“What? What’s so funny?” The girl says, not understanding his laughter, “You’re not dating some young 20-somthing year old, I’ll need a sec before I get back on the horse.” “And I’m the horse?” “In the metaphor, yes.” “Then why don’t I get on the horse?” Y/n asks, tracing the tattoos on Eddie’s chest, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Please baby, wanna ride you.”

Just to be a pain, Eddie rolls his eyes and grabs Y/n’s thighs to bring her on top of him. Boldly Y/n grabs Eddie’s cock pumping him a few times, to get him hard again and once he is, Y/n rises on her knees to line herself up with Eddie. Sitting down, letting herself adjust for only a second, only to immediatly start bouncing on Eddie’s cock.

Throwing her head back, moaning, never looking so beautiful to Eddie. He reaches up tweeking the girls nipples, pulling at and moving between his index and thumb. Bringing his hands to her back, pulling Y/n down slightly to be able to suck at her nipples. Leaving hickies on her underboob in his wake, bringing his lips to her nipples and swirling his tongue around the hard bud. Moving one hand to massage Y/n’s other breast, and the otheer to his girl’s clit making small tight circles, “Shit- Eddie!” Continuing to bounce on the man’s cock, a moaning mess, using all her strength.

“C’mon angel, cum for me.” It only takes a few more moments before the couple was cuming together. Y/n leaned down laying on Eddie’s chest, his arms encircling the girl, cradling her head, his cock still inside her. “I love you.” “I love you more.” “Not possible, angel.”

“Did you refer to my pussy as ‘my love’?”

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