#jeremy renner x reader

[book-place]

Avengers: Lost in Germany

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Avengers cast x reader platonic

Request: Uh uh uh I became a second idea. Marvel cast X reader where the cast had a interview or something like that in Germany and because no one ever was there (expect reader who lived in Germany) they kinda got lost and reader is like „seriously guys who in the name of my half eaten potatoes did you even got lost here“ and then comes to rescue

can they even get lost? I DONT CARE they do now for the sake of this request

Request by: @kiyomi-uchiha777

*not my gif*

Summary: Who knew everything could go wrong when you decided to take one nap and leave your co-stars to fend for themselves?

A/N: This was fun to write

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Should we call her?” Mark asked in a quiet voice, glancing around nervously at his co-stars as he awaited an answer.

“Are you crazy?” Robert hissed, “We can’t call her! She’s gonna think we’re idiots!”

“You kind of are though.” Scarlett pointed out unhelpfully.

“Uh uh uh,” Downey turned to her, narrowing his eyes and pointing a finger at her, “You’re just as much at fault here as the rest of us are.”

“I just followed you guys, I have no idea what’s going on.” Evans looked exhausted as he threw his hands into the air.

“This city is wonderful!” The other Chris chimed in, looking around in awe, as if oblivious to the others bickering, “Y/n is so lucky to be from here!”

Jeremy looked around and nodded in agreement, “This place is nice.”

You and your avengers co-stars were all in Germany, your home country, on a press tour, and the six of them had gone out for a stroll whilst you were taking a nap in the hotel, only to wind up lost within the first twenty minutes.

“So why don’t we call her?” The actor for Bruce Banner stressed, “We’re lost and she knows this place like the back of her hand! She even said so herself!”

“It’s humiliating!” Robert cried dramatically.

Scarlet rolled her eyes, “I’ll take being humiliated over being lost down this random alleyway anyday.” She quipped back.

The actor dropped his head with a long sigh, and Evans clapped him on the back, “I think you should be the one to call her. You know, since you feel so strongly about the issue.” He had a spark of mischief in his eyes.

Robert groaned, slowly taking out his phone and clicking onto your contact, holding his breath as he listened to it ring.

Six rings in, it was cut off and your voice floated through the speaker, “Hello?”

“N/n, hey,” Downey chuckled awkwardly, pausing. One sharp look from Scarlett, though, had him scurrying to continue, “Listen… we may or may not have… gotten lost?”

There was a silence following his statement/ question, before you sighed loudly, “How did you idiots manage to get lost? It’s really not that hard. It’s quite simple.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He grumbled, giving a dirty look to his snickering co-stars.

You finally allowed yourself to chuckle a little bit at the predicament before you relented and said, “Alright, fine. Send me your location and I’ll come get you all.”

When he did just that, another long silence stretched out.

“… You guys know you’re only a street away from the hotel, right?”

The volume on Roberts phone was apparently loud enough for all of them to hear, because all six of them facepalmed in sync.

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[tangerinesgf]

Happy Birth- Father's Day??

Clint Barton x Fem!reader

Summary: reader tells Clint that she's pregnant on his birthday. (Not MCU Canon at all)

Tags/warnings: mentions of pregnancy, hints at an asshole dad, fluff, cute stuff, bit of bickering, hints at smut but nothing happens

A/n: this was suposed to be for Clint's Birthday yesterday which also happened to be fathers day. But I got busy and only finished it today, oops. Anywaaayy hope ya'll like it.

“You know what day it is today?”

You can see the surprise on Clint’s face while he turns around to face you as you practically burst into the room he was just working in. “The 18th?”

“Well yeah, Captain Obvious I got that.” You say, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Then why did you ask me?”

“It’s not about the date, it’s about what we’re celebrating today.” There is this teasing look in your eyes that he can’t quite place, you’re definitely up to something.

“My birthday?” He sounded unsure, as if he might have confused his birthday with another date.

“Yeah that too, but there’s something else happening today.”

“Celebrating my amazing existance isn’t enough for you?” He chuckles.

“Ofcours it is, baby,-” You give him a quick kiss on the cheek “-but this is the rare occasion where these two things are happening on the same day and I gotta take advantage of that.”

“Alright so.. what’s today then?”

“It’s father’s day!” You say with a little more excitement than probably necessary.

“Honey, you know I don’t celebrate that.” Clint’s face falls a little at the mention of it. “My dad was.. well my dad and as far as I can tell there’s no kid running around here.”

“Well.. what if there was?”

Clint looks confused at first, but when it finally hits him his eyes move from you stomach to your face over and over again as if asking the question with his eyes. There’s a bright smile on your face as he starts to realize what the reason for your weird behavior is.

When his eyes finally stick to your face he looks at you with wide eyes that are almost puppy-like. You’ve never really talked about when you would like children, hell the two of you hadn’t even discussed if it was a thing you should do in the first place. But Clint couldn’t deny that there had been moments where he’d imagined a little boy or girl running around in the garden with a toy bow and arrow.

“You.. uh.. you’re pregnant?” You spotted a little gleam of hope in his eyes, as if he wasn’t exactly sure this was happening, but really wanted it to.

“Mhm” You nod. Your face is practically glowing with excitement as you wait for him to react. Sure a part of you was also nervous, what if he didn’t want to be a dad? What if he was scared to end up like his own dad? Were you even ready to be a mom? All these questions had spooked through your mind before, debating on how to tell him this news.

But as you were standing here and you slowly watched your man’s face light up at the confirmation that you were indeed expecting a little kid, all those worries fell off your shoulders.

Clint Barton had never been a man of many words. So he didn’t need any to tell you how happy he was when he basically ran up to you and embraced you in a hug, spinning the both of you around the room.

When he finally let you go, it took you a while to find your footing again and Clint had to steady you to prevent you from falling over. Before you could fully find your balance again, he pulled you in for a kiss. Not the usual quick kiss that you’d give each other before going to bed or when you woke up in the morning. No, this one was long, deep and passionate and told you more than all the words in the world could have.

After the need for air became too strong he finally pulled away, only to look into your eyes with that same sense of affection for you, a bright smile on his face. “So this is really happening? I’m gonna be a dad?”

You nod again. “And an amazing one at that.”

“You really think so?” He asks with a hopeful gleam in his eyes and you can tell he’s not so sure about that.

“I do. You are a good man, Clint Barton, and any kid would be lucky to have you as a father.”

“You have no idea how much that means to me, darling.” He places his hands carefully on your stomach and looks deep into your eyes. “And you.. are gonna be the most wonderful mother, you know that? We’d be lucky if the little one is even half as amazing as you are.“

A slight blush spreads across your cheeks at the compliment and you give him another kiss on the lips. “We’re gonna do great, baby. I mean look at all the other kids. Kate, Wanda and Pietro turned out pretty good.”

“They are not my kids.” He insists.

“You keep saying they’re not, but they kinda are.” You remember not even a few weeks ago when Clint had taken Kate to the dentist because she had to have her wisdom teeth removed and took care of her every need afterwards.

“They’re a pain is my ass, that’s what they are.”

“Maybe.. but you love them anyway.” You point out.

“Yeah, but don’t tell them that.”

Clint may act tough, but you know that underneath there is one of the kindest men you’ve ever met. He’d never actually tell them he loves them, but they know he does, his actions show that more than enough.

You raise your hands up in defeat. “Fine, but you better give them a ‘thank you’.”

“For what?” He looks at you with puzzled eyes.

“They made you a cake.”

“And they didn’t burn the kitchen down?” He exclaims.

You give him a slight nudge on the shoulder. “Be nice, they put a lot of effort into this.”

“Fine.. but you’re tasting it first.”

“No way! I’m pregnant, it’s your birthday, you eat it.” As much as you loved those kids, you didn’t entirely trust their baking skills not to kill you yet, especially with that mentality of ‘who needs a recipe’.

He chuckles and then takes a deep breath as if preparing himself for whatever the three of them cooked up. “I’m gonna have to endure 9 months of this now, am I?”

You hum in acknowledgement. “Yep, but you love me anyway.”

“Hmm.. that I do.” He pulls you in for another kiss before the two of you start walking towards the kitchen where the cake is waiting for you.

“You know, I can’t wait to see you all fat and bloated.” He says, a cheeky grin on his face as he looks at your still mostly flat stomach.

“See.. you claim you love me, but then you say stuff like that and it makes me wonder if you really do.” You chuckle.

You let out a yelp as Clint suddenly lifts you up from the ground and into his arms, bridal style. He turns around and starts walking into the opposite direction of the kitchen.

“I’ll show you how much I love you.” There’s a grin on his face and you know exactly what he’s planning as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck.

“What about the cake?”

“Cake can wait, wanna taste you first.”

A/n: would love to know if you liked it, so don't hesitate to leave me a comment. They really motivate me. I don't have a taglist for Clint yet, but if you wanna be tagged in any Clint fics I write, lemme know!! Love ya'll <3

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[raewritesfiction]

The Deputy [Jeremy Renner]

A/N: I watched the video for “Trouble” by Pink and it gave me this idea. Still…. ACAB. I know he plays the Sheriff in the video but for this he’s the Deputy! Also the daughter’s name was picked at random via a Google generator.

Plot: You’re locked in a cell in the Wild Wild West but Deputy Renner has a soft spot for you.

Pairing: Deputy! Jeremy Renner x Female!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Sex worker. Lesbianism. Unsafe sex. Handcuffs.

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You sigh loudly just to piss off the Sheriff as he goes off duty and switches with his Deputy; you blow the man in charge a kiss “say hello to Scarlett for me!”

“That bitch stays put!” He says to the Deputy and walks out mumbling under his breath.

You’d get nowhere with the Sheriff but the Deputy…. Deputy Renner had a soft spot for you since you came to town and you were more than willing to use your own soft spot to your advantage.

The Deputy smiles at you behind the cell bars and shakes his head “ma’am… just what did you?”

“Hello Deputy Renner.” You wink “well… it seems I was caught stealin’ from a client… the thing is it was the heart of the Sheriff's daughter I stole…and he don’t like that none.”

Deputy Renner nods “uh huh…”

“The Sheriff wants Scarlett to marry some big wig in the city. Business type…. So he’s sending her off tonight on the last train of the day.”

“Well ain’t that a pickle?!” He grips onto the bars and flexes his biceps.

“Ain’t it just? I would very much like to leave and see her off… but it seems that I am stuck here in cuffs.” You pout and flutter your lashes at the Deputy.

“I would very much be obliged if you could let me out and although the sheriff took all my coins I can pay in a different way.”

Deputy Renner raises an eyebrow “I see…” re-adjusting his cowboy hat as he walks to the door of the cell you were in. “And how would you pay ma’am?”

“Well I know how badly you’ve been trying to get to my room at my… lodgin’s… but it seems I am always very busy with other clientele. Maybe I could forgo payment just this once to give you a very private experience right here?”

Deputy Renner smirks and licks his lips “well, the sheriff is gone until mornin’… but what do I tell him then?”

“You tell him I slipped my cuffs with a hair pin while you were taking care of business and then escaped my cell the same way… and you’re not in the habit of manhandlin’ a lady like that.”

“Well you have this all thought out don’t ya?” His hand was already unlocking the cell door for you.

“Yes sir, I most certainly do.” You smile and stand, flashing him your most seductive smile.

“You clean…?” He watches you.

“I sure am, it’s why my price is so high.” You nod “my clientele is very select.”

The Deputy nods and motions for you to step out towards him whereupon he guides you back towards the Sheriff’s desk “this would piss him off so badly…”

You nod “in which case I am all for it… and if it’s your thing… you can leave me in the cuffs.”

“Oh I am definitely leavin’ you in the cuffs until we’re done.” The Deputy nods and makes light work of undoing your bodice; it was re-stitched multiple times but it was still a firm favourite of your clients due to the way it made your tits so pronounced.

The Deputy licked his lips at the sight of your bare chest and his hands moved to massage and tease you, watching your nipples harden under his touch. You let out breathless moans and gasps; his name escaping you when his lips close around your nipple and suck lightly before switching to the other side.

You shuffle your legs and squeeze his hips with your thighs “please Deputy Renner…”

“So polite ma’am… I’m not so much when it comes to matters of pussy…” his hands glide up your legs and move the layers of skirts until he gazes at you “well look at that pretty pink pussy… I was almost expecting it to be made of gold the way other men and women talk about it.”

You blush and smile, leaning into his ear and speaking quietly “feels like silk, so I’m told…”

The Deputy moans low and reaches between your legs, sliding his fingers over you until they were slick and then pushing them into you with ease. You throw your head back and moan quietly; you had mastered the art of making the right noises at the right times but the way the Deputy moved his fingers inside you felt like he knew how to please a lady; curling and scissoring, thrusting them slowly then speeding up until you were whining against his ear and rocking your hips to his hand for release. Something you usually had to do for yourself between clients.

He withdraws his fingers and licks them clean, humming and closing his eyes “so sweet…”

You lean panting against him and nibble on his earlobe, wanting nothing more than to touch him but being bound by the cuffs behind your back.

Deputy Renner makes quick work of his belts and pants; pushing them down to free his hardening cock. “Want me to help?” You whisper and nip again.

“On your knees…” he commands

You drop down and open your mouth ready for him, your tongue peaking out over your teeth. His cock tastes a little salty, surely better than most of your clients and you bob your head as you suck along his length, taking little time to feel him harden fully.

“You’re over qualified for this…” he breathes and holds the edge of the desk “get up!” He groans and moves your skirts as you position yourself on the desk again; his hand grips your hip while the other guides his cock into you with ease, “God damn you really do feel as soft as silk…” he groans and pulls you down his length fully, both hands now gripping your hips.

You steady yourself and tighten around him in pulses to tease; a little something that drove other clients wild. The Deputy moans and gasps “keep doing that…” he starts thrusting into you and you’re glad the desk is against a wall for stability; his thrusts are rough and deep but he’s not hurting you like others who do the same. He keeps the pace measured and steady, your pussy coating his cock in your arousal until you’re both a panting mess.

The Deputy watches your tits move on every thrust, mesmerised by their sight and the way your body reacts to him. He watches your nipples harden into sensitive nubs and leans down to suck on them in turn making you whine and moan. Actual moans; you didn’t have to fake anything for the Deputy as he speeds up his hips and reaches to tease your clit - he wasn’t just about his own pleasure. You tightened and relaxed your walls around him as best you could and arched towards him as his teeth scraped over your nipple.

“Oh fuck!” You moan and pant quickly, violently tightening around his cock and pulling him into you with the force of your release. The Deputy grunts roughly and has enough thought to pull out of you, wrapping his hand around himself and jerking himself roughly, moving back as you fall to your knees and throw your head back again. After only moments you feel his hot cum on your bare tits, where his lips had been just seconds ago. His moan is rough and full of pleasure he’d been wanting to release; his jaw was lax and eyes tight shut and his chest heaving.

After a few of minutes, The Deputy is uncuffing you and watching you re-dress yourself.

“Come by anytime and tell them I sent you; I’ll make sure you get a good deal on any lady you like… and I’ll be sure to always have time for you, Deputy.”

He nods and offers a smile “Thank you ma’am… you’d better get running if you’re gonna catch her.”

You nod and leave to the sound of Renner sighing and thanking God.

-Fin-

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[marvelouslytrekking]

Wrong Room

Pairing: Clint Barton/Reader (gender neutral) Summary: A night out with Natasha leads to you not remember how you got in a certain Avenger’s bed Warnings: drinking, black out drunk Word count: 1764 A/N: If you saw this get posted last week, no you didn’t. (I deleted it cause there was literally no interaction so please give this some love if you see it)

You knew that taking shots so late in the night was probably not your smartest idea. You were already quite drunk but Natasha suggested shots and suddenly you had done 3 back to back and you immediately knew you’d regret it in the morning but  that was future you’s problem.

It was so rare that you had the chance to fully let loose so you were both taking full advantage of the opportunity. You were back on the dance floor with Nat, somehow you had another drink in your hand and you were having a great time.

It wasn’t much longer that Natasha told you she was heading out, you didn’t miss her dragging out the cute girl she had been flirting with all night. You rolled your eyes happily at your friend and decided to make your own way home. There was no one at the bar that you had wanted to go home with so you figured your bed was the next best thing.

You managed to hail a cab easily and gave them your address. The night shift of security guards chuckled at you as you struggled to make your way to the elevators. You did, however, notice one turn off the cameras so that Tony wouldn’t be able to use the video against you later. You would have to remember and bring them a fruit basket. Though you had a feeling that you wouldn’t be fully remembering tonight.

You finally made it into the elevator and quickly clicked your floor before bending down to unstrap your shoes. You were sick of wearing them and this would get you one step closer to being able to crawl in bed.

You made your way into the kitchen. Setting your shoes on the counter, you knew it was slightly gross, but you would make sure to wipe the counter down in the morning. You made yourself a glass of water, somewhere in the back of your mind, you had thought about the fact that you definitely hadn’t left any dishes in your sink and yet they were piling quite high in the sink, however you decided that your weren’t exactly in the right state of mind and that would be something to worry about in the morning.  You finished one glass of water before filling it up again and heading into the bedroom.

You were too tired and too drunk to bother turning on the light. You knew the layout enough to not worry too much about running into anything. You set the glass down on the nightstand before stripping off your clothes from the night. You were tired but there was no way you would be sleeping in such an  uncomfortable outfit.  You quickly went over to the dresser and pulled out the t-shirt that was on top.. You were happy to realize you managed to pull out an oversized one, perfect for sleeping in. You were sure it was probably one that you have stolen from Clint.

You finally made your way into bed and fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.

Had you taken longer to fall asleep you might have noticed that there was another body in the bed you had crawled into. You also might have felt them as they instinctively reached for you in their sleep and that they had quickly wrapped you in their arms.

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You woke up slowly, feeling foggy and disgusting. You had a massive headache, you felt like you were going to vomit at any moment and you were sweating. The last thing might have had something to do with the warm weight you felt behind you. It took you a minute to register that it was another person that was currently clinging to you.

You immediately stiffened, trying to recall the night before, but the last thing you could recall was Nat declaring that you were doing shots. You groaned as you mentally cursed her for convincing you that you could keep up with her drinking.

As you looked at your surroundings you were confused as you recognized the room. It wasn’t yours but it was also clearly one in the tower. It suddenly hit you like a ton of bricks. You were in Clint’s room. You found yourself holding your breath as you slowing turned your head to confirm that you were in fact being held by the archer.

“Fuck” You muttered as you tried to think of how to get out of this situation. You also were trying to rake your brain for the ending to your night. Clint had declined the invitation to come out, so you were trying to decide how you ended up in his bed. You also had no way of knowing what had happened and if you had finally made your feelings known to Clint but couldn’t remember it, you would never forgive yourself. Nor would Clint ever let you live that down.

But speaking of that, had you come to Clint in such a state as you were obviously in last night, there was no way he would let anything happen. You had to hold out hope that you had just made your way here drunk and Clint just allowed you to cuddle with him. It wasn’t like you had never shared a bed with him, but usually you were in more clothes.

You realized then that you were only in your underwear and what looked like his shirt, not helping clarify what had happened last night. You had also noticed that he wasn’t wearing a shirt when you had quickly peaked over your shoulder.

You were trying to decide what to do, whether you should quietly slip out of his room and try and pretend like nothing had happened or if you should stay and talk to him to figure it out.

You didn’t get a chance to make a decision as you suddenly felt him stirring. A low groan escaped his lips as he slightly stretched beside you. “Good morning,” he quietly mumbled.

It wasn’t even a millisecond after that, that you were suddenly pushed out of the bed with a quick force as Clint let out a blood curdling scream. You weren’t sure what his reaction would be, but that had not occurred to you.

“Ow” You groaned as you sat up from your new position on the floor.

“What the fuck!” Clint exclaimed. “How- wait, y/n?”

You were left even more confused. Maybe he had decided to come out and you were both drunk.

“Yep, it’s me you just pushed out of your bed.” You sighed, “I was hoping you could explain what happened last night but that seems like it won’t be the case.”

There was an awkward pause, which you realized was because Clint was trying to read your lips. You sighed before quickly signing what you had just said so he didn’t have to try and guess. You added ‘I guess you must have decided to drink after all’ at the end.

“No.” Clint replied with a perplexed look on his face. He quickly turning to his nightstand to grab his hearing aids and put them in before continuing his thought. You finally forced yourself to move from your spot on the floor and sat down on the edge of the bed. You were still feeling shitty because of the hangover you had known you would be dealing with today.

“I didn’t drink anything last night besides coffee. I watched a few episodes of ______ before going to bed. Last I had heard from you, you had sent a rather incoherent text, something about shots and Natasha.” Clint explained his knowledge of the night.

“That’s where my memory gets hazy. I recall Nat ordering a few rounds of shots and that’s about the last thing I remember from last night. Then I woke up here, in your shirt apparently. I thought maybe- never mind, I wasn't sure what happened and then you threw me out of your bed which was only more confusing.” You explained your own account of the night.

“Wait you thought we-“ Clint looked at you with shock

“No, no, but also I couldn’t figure out why I was in your bed with nothing but your shirt on.” At that comment, Clint’s eyes drifted down to the shirt in questions. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice the way his eyes lingered on where the hem of the shirt was laying.

“You sound almost disappointed that we didn’t” Clint says with a cocky smile spreading across his face.

You rolled your eyes at him. “No I’d much rather remember that”

“Oh well if that’s your concern, no need to worry, if we had there would be no way you’d be forgetting it anytime soon.” His smile only grew at your admission. Truth be told, that second half had meant to stay in your head but apparently you still weren’t thinking clearly.

“Cocky much?” You chuckled at him. Moving to start picking up your clothes that you were finding thrown throughout the room.

“I am. I might make you forget your own name, but you wouldn’t be forgetting the experience.” He said in a low voice. You noticed he had stepped directly in front of you as you stood up from retrieving an article of your clothes from the floor.

You wanted to say something snarky in return but as you met Clint’s eyes, the words fell from your throat. You found your throat dry and yourself at a loss for words.

“Clint, I-“ You started but were quickly stopped as he took another step towards you. His gaze moved to your lips before he leaned in until his lips were ghosting over your own. He was giving you all the time in the world to pull away, to say that you didn’t want this but that was the last thing you planned to do.

You reached up, placing your hands of either side of his neck, before snaking them around his neck, interlacing your fingers through his hair and you closed the distance between you.

“What do you say we make what you thought happened last night a reality,” Clint suggested with a smile as you finally pulled away.

“I think that sounds like a great idea,” You smiled back “But I would really like a shower first”

“Don’t you worry, you’ll be needing one when I am done with you,” He smirked before pulling you into another heated kiss and leading you back towards the bed.

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[saltsicklover]

Stereo Lust - Part 2

Title: Stereo Lust (2/2)

Word Count: 10,271

Pairing: Jeremy Renner x Fem Reader (Written in First Person)

Rating: M

Warnings: Sex, Blow Jobs, Light Dom/Sub if you squint, probably poorly written smut all around.

Disclaimer: I do not own Jeremy Renner, or the music referenced within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.

I do not consent for my work to be edited, reposted, or translated.

You are responsible for your own media consumption. This is a work of fiction that contains mature themes. If you are sensitive to those subjects, please do not read.

By the time we made it to his truck he was practically pulling me, rushing hand in hand, giggling like teenagers who just snuck out and are up to no good. He reaches deep into his pocket for the keys, fishing them out before pulling me into his chest. 

"You ready to get out of here?" My words coming out with a hopeful urgency. My lips brush over his, inviting him in for another heated kiss. He declines the invitation, pressing a quick kiss to the side of my mouth before shoving my sweatshirt into my hands. I pull it over my head as he steps away from me a bit, drinking me in with his eyes. 

"I was ready from the moment you butted into my game." Laughter rumbles from deep in his chest, but my mouth drops open in mock offense. 

"Excuse me, I did no such-" He pushes me backwards, my back hitting the cold exterior of his truck sending a shiver through my spin as he pins me in place with his body. Fuck me. 

"Don't deny it sweetheart, you did, but I'm glad you did. From the moment I saw that face of yours I was hooked, but then you bent over that table, ass on full display and it took everything in me not to grab you and take you right then and there." He pushes himself up against me and I can feel every cell in my body pull towards him. He places a finger under my chin, tilting my gaze upward with a gentle push of his finger. I grab fists full of his tee-shirt, crumpling the fabric in my palms, fingers tight, pulling him in for a kiss. 

He grinds his hips against mine, attempting to receive some sort of friction for the erection currently blooming behind the prison of his jeans. This man is going to kill me and I am going to thank him for it as the life drains out of me, hopefully though repeated orgasms. He pulls away from me quickly, hand moving up from my chin to grip my face. He squeezed lightly, but the gesture causes a twist of arousal to run through my body, taking over every inch.  

"Get your ass in the truck, I need to get you home." His voice is low, husky and full of lust.  I nod in agreement, a fierce smile adorning my face. I climb into the truck as he holds the heavy door open for me. He pats my ass gently as I pull myself up into the raised cabin. 

The ride to Jeremy's flies by, probably because he's speeding the whole way while he kneads my thigh with his strong fingers, teasing me as he brings them higher and higher between my legs before working his way back down. I let my hands roam over every part of him that I could reach, reminding him to watch the road any time his focus seemed to drift. Focus, focus, focus. 

He kills the headlights when we hit the driveway, putting the truck in park. He slides over on the bench seat before pulling me over his body. I straddle him, letting my weight drop fully onto his thighs. Jeremy roams his hands over my legs and the globes of my ass, kneading and planishing over my flesh, my jeans heating up under his touch. 

I move to kiss him, but he stops me with a finger to my lips. "I gotta ask you something, before we go any further." His voice is breathy and sweet. I can still feel the slight bulge of his edifice beneath me. I try and push the thoughts of roaming hands and his warm lips from my mind as I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, nodding, urging him to continue. He returns his hand to my thigh, rubbing them as if he was trying to ease a sort of anxiety. 

"What's up?" I take his face in my hands gently, running my thumb over his raspberry bruised lips. His chest expands against me as he draws in a deep breath, calculating his next words. 

"I really don't want to ruin the mood, 'cause we got a good thing going here tonight, and though I really don't give a flying fuck, I've gotta ask you anyway. You know I'm older  than you, right? Probably a lot older." He questions, mumbling the last part, eyes darting around my features. He gestures between us awkwardly and I want to take is fidgeting hands in mine, so I do, finally letting myself break from lust and passion to tenderness. I can't help but let a titter of a laugh escape me, a smile branching across my lips. His face bleeds a punched bruise of a blush, bright and unadulterated in the low light of the truck cabin. 

The windows have begun to fog over from the heat leaving our skin meeting the cold air of the night at the glass. The world has dissipated outside of this truck cabin, outside of this moment, our bodies pressed together with a sort of electric yearning. Jeremy's question still hangs in the air like a sheet on the line, my laughter like a fluttering wind. I can't let the question he's posed sneak into the depths of my psyche, out of fear that that I may end up questioning my actions even though everything in me is screaming for more- so I joke and I kid, and I play the parts of myself that feel like they know what they are doing, allowing any bit of apprehension fall into the swirling pit of my stomach to be drowned there. 

"Do you really think I would be here if I cared about something like that?" I run my thumb over the zenith of his lips again, eyes scanning his reaction carefully. He doesn't seem phased either way, so I continue, "Would it help if I told you that just this past month I have had people guess my age anywhere from 16 to 30?" He grins a bit at the thought.

"I predate the fall of the Twin Towers. I remember when Britany and Justin wore matching denim  ensembles, and I remember waiting for music videos to premiere on MTV. Hell, you met me in a fucking bar, Jeremy." I lament. "I am an adult, and I have eyes, I know you are older than me, but I also know you are the sexiest man I have ever met and I knew what I was getting myself into the second you slid me to the end of my stool. I want to be here, with you. You still get to have your way with me tonight, that was the deal, remember?" I joke, bumping my nose into his. 

Jeremy visibly relaxes at my words, his body becoming less tense beneath my hands, my own body relaxing from his ease. He grins at me, a slanted, wry smile that warms my entire fucking soul. "Did you really think I'd forget our deal?" 

I shake my head at him, a smile across my lips to match his. "Of course not, but I'd be here without the deal, too." I joust, letting my hands roam up his body again. He chuckles lowly, bringing his hands up to cup my face. "So are we going to do this right here, or are you planning on taking me inside?" I grind down a bit into his lap, teasing him, clear that I have succeeded by the way he drags his next breath in through gritted teeth. 

"As fun as it taking you right here would be," He tucks a stray piece of hair behind me ear with one calloused finger, "What I have planned for you is going to take a little more room. Up and out, Sweetheart." He pats the thickness of my body where my thigh meet ass, signaling for me to move. 

"Yes, sir." I tease with a two finger salute, dismounting his lap before throwing open the door of his truck. I take the lead, hurrying up the long driveway, heading for the front door "Get up here, Pretty Boy, or I'm gonna have to leave you out of the fun!" I call behind me. When I reach the front door, I back into it pulling my sweatshirt over my head, watching Jeremy stalk up the driveway after me. 

He operates somewhere between crass and intrigue, walking the tightrope of flirtation. From light caresses to calculated placements of his large hands. I am deadened to the world at his touch, the thought of his body on mine as he steps closer, closing me against the doorframe. 

"You are going to be the death of me, if you keep that shit up." He points a finger at me, but I can see the smile threatening to break his stern gaze. 

"Which part? The name calling or-" He catches my lips with his, interrupting my thought and replacing it with his tongue. These entanglements feel like the last embrace of the world itself. The feeling of my stomach floating in my chest leaving me breathless; the only saving grace being the bit of oxygen we have trapped between the parlance of our lips- and it is Godly. 

Jeremy pushes open the door, holding my close with an arm wrapped securely around my lower back, palm pressing into me as his fingers stretch out to encapsulate as much of my body as he can reach.  

"After you, Bub." He whispers sweetly, releasing me from his grasp. I turn around swiftly, entering the dark foyer of his home with careful steps. I toe off my boots letting them fall roughly to the floor, throwing my sweatshirt on top of them. I turn to see Jeremy doing the same, hand against the door for balance. 

He takes my hand, pulling me through the dark house through rooms I cannot see. The whole space smells like firewood and incent cones, a warm mixture that spreads throughout my senses mixing with the alcohol that is fading away. We make it to the back of the house before Jeremy flips on the lights, illuminating a grand kitchen area. 

"Sit, please." He motions to the stools at the bar top, I roll my eyes at him. 

"So now you're going to be polite." I laugh at him, pulling myself up onto the bar top, not bothering to sit in one of the actual chairs. I can't bother to take in the details of the room around me, my attention fully fixated on the man in front of me and the way he leans back into the countertop. We stare at each other for a moment before he moves again. 

"I am always polite." He corrects, digging through his refrigerator. 

"That's the first time you have said 'please' tonight." He turns around to find me perched on top of the counter, leaning back on my elbows. "Not that I'm complaining, I guess." 

I can feel my confidence wavering as I take in the change of scenery before me. We are no longer in the asylum of the bar. The situation I have found myself in both daunts and thrills me in equal measure. I try to ease the rapid beating of my heart, focusing on the cold countertop beneath me. 

"Then why did you bring it up?" He walks over, holding a bottle of water out to me. I take it, cracking it open before taking a long drink of the cold liquid. He watches me carefully, drinking from his own bottle, waiting for me to answer. 

"Uhh, nerves I guess, maybe?" I question myself, running my hand over my hair in attempt to redirect the nervous energy. 

"You don't have to be nervous." He informs me, setting his bottle down on the edge of the island. "There's a reason I brought you here to the kitchen instead of taking you straight to the first flat surface I could find," A apprehensive laugh escapes my lips at his words. I let my eyes wander down his sturdy frame, the visual presence of his erection has disappeared and I fight my urge to frown.  

"And what reason was that exactly?" I take another grounding sip of the cold water, feeling it run all the way down my throat, the cold spreading through my upper body with a breathless chill.

"Well, there's actually a couple'a reasons." He begins, inching towards me. "But most importantly is the fact that we have to have a conversation first." He stands in front of me, the digits of his left hand ghosting over my thigh carefully, testing the waters. 

"First off, though I may be the one who's physically in control, you have the final say in absolutely everything we do tonight. Every touch, no matter how small you will be in control of. You say stop, I stop, simple as that." He deepens his touch into the thickness of my legs, both hands working at the muscle. 

"Second," He continues, eyes locking with mine, "You are going to tell me exactly how you like to be touched. Though, I feel like I am already figuring it out." 

I roll my eyes at him, the tension between us ebbing and flowing, all the anxiety fizzling out. He might say I am in control, but anything that leaves his lips that even comes close to a suggestion, an action, a command, it's done. 

 "Finally, I want you to take a look around first." He runs a hand down my arm, sincerity in his voice. 

"A look around?" I question, raising an eyebrow. "You want me to walk around your house?" I gape at him a bit, trying to figure out if he is serious. My lust clouded brain trying to work out all of the pieces that have been laid out in front of me. 

"Just take a look," He holds a hand out to me, inviting me off of the counter. "You don't know me all that well, apparently, and I'd like to know I have your trust before we continue anything. I'd also like you to be sober, so you can make a fully informed decision."  

"You're starting to sound like a guidance counselor" I joke, taking his hand. I slide off the countertop. He places a sweet kiss to my knuckles before letting go of my hand. 

"Just go look around, would ya." He laughs, "I will be waiting for you right here. Can I make you anything while you're gone?" 

"Surprise me." I wink, walking out of the kitchen back the way we first came through. 

This has to be one of the oddest requests I have gotten from a man, looking around his house without him there to prompt me. I am being asked to snoop. Actually snoop. I only make it out of the room before turning back around and calling back to Jeremy.

"Why do you want me to do this? Do you really want me to snoop?" 

"Just think of it as an unguided tour," He calls back. I walk back into the room, leaning myself up against the wall to look at him. Jeremy catches me out of the corner of his eye, sauntering over to me before taking my chin beneath his fingers. "Think of this as a practice in trust," His breathe ghosts over my face and I can't help but lean into the sturdiness of his touch. "Now, be good and go look around." He lets go of me and I can't help but let out a nervous sigh as I turn back around and head for the dark room in front of me.

I know I should be weirded out, or anxious, maybe, about looking around someone's house alone but I cannot seem to find any sort of nervousness. I have always enjoyed looking in at people's lives, people watching, taking in the vibes they give off. This is just the same, but instead of taking in Jeremy, I get to take in his home. I truly get to see how he lives his life without the filter that he would provide. This is trust, I remind myself, trying to keep my mind on track. 

I run my hand on the wall, finding the light switch and flipping it on. The room is bathed in light, revealing a large living room, huge couches in the center facing a fireplace. The overall style looks like it was intended for comfort and tranquility, the grays ands sage green complementing each other nicely. I am overall unimpressed but I do as he says anyway- I wonder around the rest of the bottom floor, finding nothing out of the ordinary before climbing the grand staircase near the front door. There is a hallway going both left and right from the landing at the top of the stairs, a bathroom directly across from me. The walls of the hallway completely covered in photographs and artwork.

 I turn left first, peaking into the rooms. A couple of guest bedrooms, decorated just as beautifully as the rest of the home as been. Nothing overly exciting, so I don't wander in. Is that breaking the rules? I wonder, but not long enough to go back.  

I get to the bedroom closest to the bathroom. It's painted in a dusty shade of pink, a twin trundle bed placed under the widow, the whole thing covered in a canopy. There are boxes of toys and books against one wall, photos and a lamp set up on the long dresser across from the bed. 

I pad into the room carefully, over to the photo on the nightstand. In it, Jeremy holds a beautiful little girl, swinging her around. He looks absolutely full of love. I smile at the photograph, a ping of longing in my chest for a far off time in my life. Setting the photo down carefully I turn to exit the room. I close the door behind me, this new bit of knowledge about his life settling into me. 

Jeremy has a daughter. A baby girl. He has a child. 

I walk down the hallway, taking notice of the photos hung all over the gallery wall. There are photos of Jeremy and his daughter with other folks I do not recognize. They must be family. As I continue to look, I slowly begin to recognize some people in the photos. 

In a small, dark, frame there is a photo of Jeremy with his arms wrapped around a breath taking redhead. Her hair is cut into a short bob and she is dressed clad in a unapologetically tight black body suit. I can't place her in my head, but she absolutely looks familiar.

The frame next to it shows Jeremy with a shorter, dark haired man, a man I would recognize anywhere. They are dressed casually, jeans and leather jackets. 

"That's Robert Downey fucking Junior." I mumble to myself, letting my fingers brush over the frame carefully. "I wonder what he's been up to." I laugh to myself. I really need to watch more movies. 

I look around at the photos again, hunting for more faces I may recognize. I glance through all of the memories on the wall, taking note of all of the beautiful people that Jeremy has surrounded  himself with, a tinge of worry running through my stomach. I push the thought out of my head, wandering down to the end of the hallway. 

I open up the double doors to reveal  the most beautiful master bedroom. A four-post bed covered in expensive linens is centered on the back wall. There is a fireplace at the wall that faces the bed. A couple of dressers against the far wall, decorated almost like a hotel. The personal touches come out in the photographs and the reading nook that's built into the bay window. Bookshelves are set next to either side of the windows, packed full with books and mementoes. 

I walk through the room, opening the closet, taking in the smell of his cologne that hangs in the air. The closet is separated into formal and work wear, more thought put into the organization the deeper I look. I let my fingers run over the lapel of an expensive looking suit jacket, the blue material would no doubt bring out the color of his eyes. 

A chill runs through my body as I continue down the side of the closet. There are so many drawers I want to peak in, but I refrain. I pull a blue flannel shirt off of a hanger, pulling it over my body, pulling my hair out from underneath the collar. Once I am fully adjusted into the clothing, I take a look in the mirror. The slightly oversized shirt hiding my body, but it's warm and smells like Jeremy. My eyes draw up to my face, a wide smile across my lips. 

I peak at the bathroom as I head back to the hallway. It has a giant walk in shower with multiple shower heads, almost like it is made for more than one person, but they are all pointed to the most central point of the shower. There is also a clawfoot tub and multiple sinks, everything in beautiful serene colors.  I take in one last sight of his bedroom, thinking about how nice it would feel to be wrapped up in the sheets of his bed before exiting the room and heading down the stairs. I take both flights, heading straight for the basement. 

I wonder deep the basement, which is basically just a recording studio of some sort. It's full of instruments and recording equipment, all much too fancy and complicated for me to dare touch. I look at the wall above his piano, words painted in a beautiful script, "Tell me will the world one day ever be mine?" I read and reread the script before walking up to the piano, letting my fingers run across the cool material of the keys. I fight the urge to clink a couple of them, with absolutely zero knowledge of the piano I feel bad even touching the beautiful instrument. 

I sit on the bench, the hand written music propped up on the ledge catching my eye. Everything is filled in with pencil, and I now more than ever wished I could read music. I let my eyes wonder around the room once more, the moody gray of the paint on the walls and the bright chrome of the equipment fill my brain with fantasies  of Jeremy.  I can see him being a completely different version of himself in this room. 

 A pile of mail sits atop the closed piano, catching my eye as I stand from the bench. I know I shouldn't look at it, but I can't help but pick up the letter on the top of the pile. It's hand addressed and my eyes scan over his name carefully. 

"Renner." I whisper to myself, seeing how to word feels on the tip of my tongue- it's sweet like syrup causing a smile to stick to my lips. I let my finger run over the ink, tracing his name out carefully before placing the letter back on top of the pile. 

I wonder back upstairs slowly, letting my mind mull over the information I've collected. I didn't open drawers or any closets besides the one in the master bedroom, which aids in the lack of guilt I feel about the whole situation. 

The smell of eggs and bacon hits me when I get to the entrance of the kitchen. 

"Something smells good." I smile, walking up behind him, wrapping my arms around his middle. 

"I figured since it's basically the morning." He gestures to the pan with a shrug. 

I move away, taking my spot up on the bar top, watching as he plates the food for us. He hands me a plate with a small smile. I take it, shoving a whole piece of bacon in my mouth without a thought. 

Jeremy erupts in laughter, taking a bite of the eggs on his plate. 

"Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Renner?" I question, shoving another slice of bacon in my mouth. He just cocks an eyebrow at me. His eyes wander over me as if he is drinking me in, every last detail of the sight satiating a thirst for which there was no other cure.  

"You're just too damn cute." He finally speaks, watching me shovel a forkful of eggs into my mouth. I smile my best closed lip smile at him, my eyes squinting at the corners. "So, did you see anything that caught your eye? Or did you just read my mail and steal my shirt? That's a federal offence you know. I could have you arrested for that." 

"Which one?" I question, shoving more of the food into my mouth. "The reading of your mail or the stealing?" He erupts into a laugh again, a smile growing on my lips. 

"Definitely the mail thing. I am pretty sure the stealing is a state issue." He points at me with the tines of his fork. I don't even bother to ask how he knows I got his name from his mail, it just seems to lack importance in this moment. 

"To be fair, I didn't actually read the mail, just the envelope, and as for the shirt, well, I plead the fifth." I counter back before taking a sip of my water. 

"You are still wearing the evidence." Jeremy is laughing full force through the sentences now, the corners of his eyes crinkling to make space for the joy of his smile. My hands find the soft fabric of his shirt that is wrapped around my body, a tingle of warmth spreading through my chest. 

"You know what, you're right. So, if anything I say can and will be used against me in the court of law, maybe I should just start screaming your name now." I wink at him, still munching away on the bacon. His expression falters for a moment, the joy in his eyes morphing into a sort of awe before they darken. He sets his plate down on the island before leaning back against it, hands finding a home at either one of his sides. I set my plate down to mirror him, sitting up a bit straighter as if the motion would birth confidence to swim beneath my skin instead of the anxiety stained excitement that seems to be festering there instead. 

"All in due time, beautiful, all in due time," His voice is no louder than a whisper, "Now, what did you think of the house? Find anything interesting?" I search over his features trying to read into his thoughts through the expression he wears. I think over the details of his home in my mind carefully, considering everything. 

"How long have you lived here?" I counter back, leaning towards him. He doesn't falter at my words, remaining neutral. 

"Not long, less than a year, why?" He questions, attempting to find the relevancy of the information. 

"Your home feels pretty impersonal. Don't get me wrong, it is beautiful, but there was very little evidence to show that you actually live here and enjoy it. There is a handful of things that actually felt like a there was a soul within this place, but it's mostly just Architectural Digest up in here." I lay my thoughts out on the table for him to consider. His facial expression is neutral, leaning almost towards bitchy which causes a spark of anxiety to rocket through me, my chest catching ablaze like a match thrown into dry grass. 

Jeremy pulls a deep breath into his lungs, his chest expanding, pulling his tee-shirt taught against the muscles of his broad chest. I bite at my lip, teeth digging into the tender flesh a bit too hard as I try and find a way to suck back in all of the words I just let fall out of my face. Then, Jeremy laughs, big and bold, to the point where he has to grip the countertop for stability. 

I can feel my face contort into a strange expression as I watch the display before me. I open and close my mouth, words failing to muster. Jeremy finally looks up at me after a few moments as he wipes a few stray tears from his cheek with the back of his hand. 

"You are such a breath of fresh air, you know that?" His words come out more as a statement than as a question. I give him a questioning look leaning towards him a bit more. "Is there anything you did like?" 

I puff out my cheeks a bit, thinking over his question. It sorta feels like a genuine question disguised as a trap. I fight with myself over it for a moment before speaking. 

"There was two things," I state, looking down at the floor. I feel that if I meet his gaze in this moment I may just cease to exist. I drum my fingers on my thigh, nervous energy looking for any way to escape me. "I liked the reading nook in your bedroom, and I like the wall scripture." 

"Wall scripture?" He questions. I pull my eyes back up to meet his. 

"Yeah, you know, the song lyrics. The one's you've got painted over your piano?" I explain, my hands gesturing as I speak. "I think you are a little bit obsessed with that one artist though. We should really expand your music taste." 

"Can one really be obsessed with themselves?" Jeremy looks at me, cocking his head to the side. I just close my eyes, letting out a deep breathe in response to him. If he is going to keep this whole thing going, I might as well have a little fun with it. I turn my eyes up to meet his, a sweet expression falling over my features. 

"I think that's called 'narcissism' Jer, you know, after Narcissus, the dude who fell in love with his own reflection." I slide off the counter, grabbing both of our used plates and place them into the sink. "He was so obsessed that he drowned himself, and flowers that bare his name began to grow where he once laid on the riverbank." 

I try and take control of the situation by pulling his attention, in both story and stance. I readjust the way my hair falls over my shoulders before pulling at the fabric of his shirt, pulling it a bit tighter around my body. My lower lip finds confines between my teeth as I smirk at him. 

"This is all very sexy, I must admit," Jeremey speaks as I turn back to face him. "I like you in my clothes," He gestures up and down the length of my body with a curved finger a shallow attempt at distracting me. I step closer to him, less than an arms length away now, letting my heart lead before my head. 

"You want to know the kicker of it all?" I ask, slowly inching towards him. He nods at me. "The bulbs of the Narcissus plant are poisonous, ever cementing the idea that loving oneself too much will in fact kill you."

He reaches out, hand ghosting its way up my arm before it comes to a stop on the side of my face. He carefully tucks a piece of hair behind my ear before cupping my cheek, running his thumb over my lips. 

"If you keep looking at me like that, it might kill me before anything else can." He lets his other hand make home of my hip, his fingertips pressing into it. 

"That's Medusa," I whisper, leaning towards him. I lift my chin up, looking at him deep in the eyes. A smile cracks across his lips. I ghost my lips across his, a light pinprick blush waxing across my skin. 

"I thought she was cursed." He rubs the side of my face gently and I can't help but lean into his touch. 

"Some say it was a curse, others say it was a gift. After she was raped, she was given the power to turn a man to stone with a single look," Jeremy looks at me tentatively, "I think it was a gift of protection, now no man could ever harm her again." My words are a whisper now, my eyes closed. 

"It must be lonely, to live a life like that," Jeremy's hushed tone warms my body, the skin beneath his hands burning at his touch. 

"It is," Is all I manage to say before I lean my head back a bit more before pressing my lips to his. He slots his lips between my own, sucking on my bottom lip gently. I can still feel the marks I left in it earlier as he runs the tip of his tongue across the divots of my flesh, soothing the skin. He pulls away, brushing his nose against my own. 

"Which story is your favorite?" He asks, breathe ghosting over me. 

"I have two," I mumble, letting my hands grip onto the fabric of his shirt. 

"Of course you do," He chuckles lightly, "Why don't you let me take you upstairs and you can tell me all about them." I nod, a small smile creeping its way onto my face. He pulls me behind him, up the stairs and down to his bedroom. He turns on the fireplace with the flick of a switch and I watch as it roars to life. Jeremy closes the door behind us, grabbing my wrist as I try and walk further into the room. He cages me against the doorframe, forearms pressed against the door on the sides of my shoulders. I grab ahold of his belt by the buckle, pulling him into me, chest to chest. 

"Your glow would make Icarus blush," I bring a hand up to trace my fingers over Jeremy's jawline, the slight stubble on his chin rough against my knuckles. He furrows his brow at my comment, a look of confusion falling over his features. 

"Icarus; his's one of my favorite stories," I sough, letting my fingers run through his short hair. Jeremy takes my waist in his hands, pressing delicately into my frame. He dips his head, lips connecting to the plain of my neck. He presses sodden kisses to the heat of my skin. 

"Tell. Me. More," He punctuates each word with the entreat of his lips. 

"Icarus and his father, Daedalus were being punished for helping a man escape the labyrinth," Jeremy's hands run over the expanses of my body, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. "But Daedalus was an architect, and he built wings for Icarus and himself so that they could fly away from their imprisonment." 

Jeremy hums, lips latching themselves to a tender spot in my neck just below my jaw bone. He sucks gently on the pulse point making a small whimper fall from my lips. 

"When they went to fly, Daedalus warned his son that the heavy waters of the ocean would weigh him down, so he had to fly high enough as not to have the dampness of the ocean air pull him down to the waves. He also couldn't fly too high or the wax holding his wings together would melt, causing him to fall to the depths of the ocean." My words come out breathy and strained as Jeremy continues to taste the bare skin of my neck. He brings his hands down to my belt, pulling the leather strap back, the buckle opening with a metallic clink. 

"In my favorite retelling," I dig my hands under the hem of his shirt, nails skimming over the sensitive skin of his hipbones. "Icarus flies too close to the sun, just to bask in the warmth, and as the wax melts and he begins his quick decent towards the churning ocean below, he bellows a laugh of pure joy." 

Jeremy pulls away from me, pulling my belt from the loops of my jeans, letting it fall from his hands onto the floor. 

"He laughs?" He questions, looking into my eyes with childlike curiosity. I run my hands up, lifting his shirt to expose his midriff. The taught muscles flex lightly beneath my touch. 

"He laughs." I nod, sinking my hands further into his sides, raking my fingers down slowly. 

Jeremy pulls me from the door, turning us around as he guides me backwards. We step slowly, in tune with each other. We continue moving, light touches and lustful looks exchanged between us. I back into the side of his bed and Jeremy's hands find my hips, lifting me up onto the tall mattress before slotting himself between my knees again. I feel a sort of power flow through my veins when he stands here with me like this; almost like he has approached an alter to pray, to worship, and I am on the receiving end- God Bless.

 He reaches up to grab the back of the collar of his shirt before swiftly pulling it over his head. He discards the fabric on the floor and my self control goes with it. I let my eyes wander over his body as I pull my bottom lip into my mouth. I rake my teeth over my lip carefully, taking in each curve and dip of his body. His happy trail draws my eyes from the defined muscles of his stomach down to the low hanging waistband of his jeans. 

"Why Icarus?" He questions, his fingers buried into the curls at the nape of my neck. I lean my head back against the pressure of his fingertips, wading in the pleasure of their presence. He tilts my head backwards with a taught pull at my hair, my jaw going agape as I stare up through my lashes into his foreboding eyes. 

"Because I too have destroyed myself for a moment of pure bliss," I pull Jeremy down to my level by the neck, letting our lips brush together, teasing the rough nature of our grasps with honey like softness. "And I laughed the whole time."

We share sickly sweet smiles, eyes half lidded and full of lust. There is a buzz of electricity between us, ebbing and flowing, boxing us in then drowning us. I run my hands up his stomach, watching as his head dips back. A languish breathe shudders through his body, his attempt to conceal it fails as a groan escapes from the prison of his throat. His grip on my hair loosens, his hands running down my shoulders with little pressure.  

I slide the Jeremy's stolen shirt from my frame, holding it out and letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor. Jeremy's hands dip beneath the waistband of my jeans, rooting around for the hem of my tucked in shirt. He pulls it over my head carefully, the fabric grazing over my skin. The cool air of the room causes a shiver to run through my spine, goosebumps spreading themselves over my skin; Jeremy's fingertips read them like brail. "I want you, I want you, I want you," they read, over and over again. The callouses of his hands leaving pinprick notions of where his hands once rested. The more his hands roam over me, the more the words change from 'I want' to 'I need'  and ,my growing need for him is the one thing I have been sure about in a long time. 

I pull at the button on Jeremy's jeans, the fabric opening as I pull the button through. The zipper slips down easily with a gentle tug, the teeth parting to reveal a pair of dark boxers beneath. The jeans sit wide on Jeremy's hips now, slackened. He gather's my hair that hangs loosely around my shoulders, pulling it back, holding it with a relaxed grip at the nape of my neck. 

The confidence that travels through my veins prompts me as I push his hip backwards, guiding him to take a step back. I slip down to my knees in front of him, libertine and intrepid. He takes in my movements, eyes heavy but focused as I settle at his feet. I look up to meet his eyes, my hands clutching his waistband as I wait for his go ahead, thumbs rubbing into the fabric. We sit like this for a few moments, the beat of my heart tracking the time as his lust sunk gaze washes over every inch of my body. I know by the end of this encounter the only thing that will be left of me will be cherry-sour soaked daydreams and the feeling of the weight of him on my tongue- I am impatient. 

"Jer?" I murmur, pulling lightly on his jeans. His erection grows, pulsing, untouched beneath the fabric of his boxers. His eyes meet mine and he takes my chin between this finger and thumb, tilting my head back further. If looks could kill this one would surely have left me lifeless. 

"You look," Jeremy licks at his lips, his chest heaving slightly, "Ethereal, down on your knees like that for me," His hands frame my skull, one hand under my chin while the other continues to hold back my hair. He tests his grip through my locks with a few pulses of his wrist, pulling and twisting from the root, earning a well sounding moan from me. I look up at him through the thickness of my eyelashes, his figure slightly obscured. "Keep going, Angel, let me see how pretty you are while you swallow me."

He lets go of my chin, allowing me to look as I pull his jeans down around the bulk of his thighs, letting them pool around his knees. I reach back up to his pull his boxers down, exposing him to me. His penis stand erect, tip facing upwards towards his stomach. I tease the vein on the underside with a brush of my thumb before wrapping my hand around the girth towards the base, tilting the head down to meet my lips. I am sure there is some sort of metaphor for the way I touch him, or the way his body reactions under my touch but the only thing I can seem to conjure up is the bloom of pride that takes over my chest as he moans. I lick a wide stripe over the head as I watch Jeremy's reaction. He wraps his free hand through my hair, holding my head steady, or maybe he is holding himself steady with the way he presses the pads of his fingertips into my skin. 

I lean forward a bit, taking the first inch of him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him. He lets out a sweltering moan, pulling tighter on my hair with the twisting of his wrist. I pump him gently, sinking more of his length into my mouth as I go, tantalizingly slow but steady in my motion.  

I sink down till my lips meet my hand, now only a fist length away from completely devouring him. I squeeze my hand, hollowing out my cheeks as I pull back, earning another wonton moan from Jeremy. His head as fallen back now, eyes screwed shut as pleasure fills his body. He tries to push his hips forward a bit to hurry my movements, but I pull back a bit causing him to groan. I begin to slip his member in and out of my mouth as I pump his length with my hand. With each motion I can feel him pulse beneath me, unraveling at my touch.

 Maybe this is what Icarus felt like, too close to the sun, burning wax dripping marred trails into his skin, smoldering, the sky smelling like sulfur, sex, and charred flesh. 

I would burn from the inside out to feel this alive again. 

"Oh my god," He utters above me as I pull my hand away, allowing him to fully push his length between my lips and down to the back of my throat. I fight a bit, trying to keep from gagging as I pull back with hollowed cheeks before repeating the movement all of again, again, again. Jeremy's strong hands pull on my hair, pulling me back away from him body, the head of his dick escaping my mouth with a pop. He stands above me, staring down, wrestling a strangled breathe from his lungs. His hands are still homed in the tangles of my curls, the tendrils wrapped around his digits like roots. 

"Is everything okay?" I question after a few beats, my hands finding purchase on his calves.  I wrestle with the uneasy feeling that has begun to flood my stomach, worry slowly leaking in, level rising and taking over my chest cavity. I keep my touch light, almost tender, treading awkwardly into an unknown feeling. Jeremy just looks at me for another second, the anxiety moving from swimming to storming in my stomach. Then a lummox of a laugh escapes him as he drops to his knees in front of me. 

"Everything is absolutely okay," He pulls me against his chest, cupping my cheek with one hand while the other traces a line down my spine. "I just plan on making this last, and that sinful mouth of yours has other ideas." I let out a ragged breathe trying to banish all of the negative feelings from my body, draining the queasiness and self doubt with it. He rubs my cheek gently with his thumb, the light touches completely juxtaposing the firmness of his erection against my stomach. "Shall we continue?" 

I nod, the corners of my mouth twitching up into a small smile. "Yes, please." 

He runs his hand around my back, taking the closure of my bra between his skilled fingers, popping it open with a flick of the wrist. The straps loosen around my shoulders and he pulls them off carefully, fingertips barely touching my skin. The fabric falls away to reveal the horizontal barbells that pierce my nipples, the stones glittering brightly in the sizzling glow of the firelight. 

I shouldn't be surprised be the experience Jeremy seems to operate with, but the way he is able to set the lightest fingerprints into my skin and still make my head spin has me at a loss for words. Hell, I am at a loss for everything under is touch, but I can't find it in me to care. 

Jeremy's eyes lock on the jewelry in my nipples, examining the bars carefully. He lets his fingertips just ghost over the fullness of my breast, the other hand coming up to grip my ribs to steady my body. He runs his thumb over the peak of my nipple before barely pressing the jewel of the bar, watching it pull at the skin of my nipple carefully. The tingling feeling of the pull of the jewelry draws a small gasp from my lips. 

"Just when I decide you can't get any better, you surprise me with something like this," Jeremy praises, running his thumb over my erect nipple again. My arousal is pooling in my panties, each touch, each tease, drawing a new sense of longing out of me. 

The eros coursing through my body leaves me huffing graveled breathes, my mind trying to focus but the only thing it manages to find are the intense arousal between my thighs, sitting dense in my core; and the way his fingers feather over my skin, and it's a kindness. 

Jeremy leans in close to my ear, "Why don't we get you out of those jeans, huh?" He runs his tongue over the pierced shell of my ear as his hands dip to unfasten my jeans. Each button he pulls open causes a jolt of electricity to run through my veins, anticipation burning low in my stomach. He pushes up on my hips a bit, signaling for me to stand. Once I get to my feet he pulls my jeans off of me in one swift movement before letting them fall into the ever growing pile on the floor. 

He stands in front me of, pulling his jeans and boxers from his body. He pulls on the elastic of my panties, humming contently to himself. He takes my hips again as he kneels before me, spinning me around towards the mattress. My hands find the soft fabric of the sheets as Jeremy begins to leave a trail of elysian kisses up the back of my thigh. 

If I could see myself composed the way his hands make me feel, blazing and poisonous and beautiful, they would have to name a flower after me too, the soft ripples of the bedsheets calling to me like an open spring calls to the parched. 

"Your ass looks phenomenal in these, Bub," Jeremy traces the lace trim of my soddened panties with the tip of his nose before nibbling the fullness of my ass cheek, sinking his teeth into the flesh. He runs his hand up my spine, pushing me chest first onto the mattress. He guides my feet apart before slotting his knee between them. "Tell me something, Angel," He continues to pepper kisses over my backside before trailing up to my lower back with the tip of his tongue. 

"Yes, Jeremy?" I ask, breathless. He stirs up feelings in my body I have only read about. The service between us morphing into a deep, stocked fire, crackling burning embers into the air. He slips his fingers beneath the elastic, tugging the fabric down my body. I step out of them and he throws them to the side. Fingertips trail up the inside of my leg as he slots his knee back between my feet. 

"Are you going to be good for me?" His voice is liquid sugar pooling in my stomach. 

"Yes," I manage, words catching in my throat has his fingertips pass the crest of my knee and continue north. "Yes, Sir, I am." 

"Good," He clears his throat a bit, "Now get up on the bed for me, Bub," 

I step forward before crawling up into the bed, swaying my hips to tease him. He keeps his eyes trained on me from the floor as I turn around, spreading my legs wide, displaying myself just for him. He rolls his eyes back, head dipping with it as if the weight of his lust hangs from his neck, pulling him backwards. He falls deeper into the floor, sinking and unbothered by it; his eyeline keeps drifting back to me, lazily moving over the curves of my body and I swear I can feel the trial they leave. I look at him, contemplation, no, struggle written lightly into his features as he continues to weave his gaze around my figure. 

 "Jer?" I try, my stance faltering in confidence at his lack of movement. I begin to fold in on myself, closing my legs slowly as I bring my hands up to cover my upper half. 

"No, no, no," He stops me, his words barely a whisper as he steps up to me, hands resting on my knees. A mixtures of confusion, self consciousness and the lust mix into a noxious mixture, clouding my senses. "I'm sorry for staring, you're just so," He rubs my skin carefully, rough fingertips scraping over my sensitive skin. "You're so, everything. I can't get over how beautiful you are. I just can't stop looking. Are you okay if we keep going?" I voice a hushed but enthusiastic 'yes' as his words wash over me, my muscles further relaxing beneath his touch as I fall back onto the mattress. I let him open my legs again, allowing him to lean into my body. 

"I'm not going to lie to you, it's been a while, so I don't know how long this is going to last," He lets out an anxious chuckle as he runs a hand through his hair.  A small laugh escapes me before I can even think. I crave him like the moon craves the waves, his eyes like riptides, unrelenting but untouching, unsatisfying. 

"Jer, it's been a long damn time for me too, and if you don't get to it, I may simply pass away right here from anticipation alone." With that, he hooks his left arm around my leg, pulling me up by the knee so I am pressed against him. 

"We can't have that, now can we?" He winks, punctuating a grind. Star bursts of ecstasy crawls under my skin throughout my whole body as he grazes against my clit, pulling a moan from my lips. He positions himself tactfully before pushing in and praises leave his lips as the tip of his cock begins to stretch me out with a pleasurable sting. 

"God, you look perfect just like this, you're doing so good for me, Angel," He praises, pushing further into me as he speaks. He keeps me at the edge of the bed just like this, bottomed out, unmoving as he warms his cock inside of me. I squirm a bit, begging for any sort of movement. "Fucking gorgeous." He moves to my clit, brushing over it as he rocks his hips with a barely there movement. I can't help but clench around him at the motion, the pleasure from his thumb thrumming through me. 

"Please, Jer, I am begging you. Fuck me, I need you to fuck me, please." A low groan leaves his lips at my words as he bites at his lip. Jeremy begins to pull his length out before pushing back in, setting up a blissful pace as he finally begins to fuck me. I moan as the movements, feeling every thrust building to an orgasm. 

In this moment everything shifts- what was once all anticipation and actualization has formed into a hunger, unrelenting and messy. I was never meant to be clean, poised or assured. The sheer figment of my soul has always yearned to be unmade- being under his hands was nothing but benediction.  

He leans over me, pushing my knees closer to my head which allows him to push himself deeper into my folds as he sucks a strawberry bruised mark into my collarbone, spit stained and sore to the touch. As he pulls away from me, he pulls out, grabbing ahold of my legs and thrusting them to the side. He positions me so I am laying partially on my side, easing off of my back, allowing me to look him in his eyes as he thrusts back into me, angled deeper. My closed legs making everything feel tighter, each drag of his cock bringing me closer and closer. 

I don't know if my strangled groans or Jeremy's breathe covered curses come first but he fuck me harder and I am thankful.

"Just like that," I manage, breathe strangled in my throat, "I'm so close, keep going, fuck yes, just like that," Jeremy doesn't falter until I spasm around him, his thrusts going uneven and ragged. 

"I am so close, beautiful, so close." I push him back at his words, a shocked look striking over his features before I move to throw myself at his feet.  His confusion melts as I take his cock into my mouth again, pumping him with my hand as I swirl my tongue around his tip. 

Icarus was right to have flown, to have tasted the rays of sunlight with his own tongue, but I doubt they would've tasted as ambrosian as this. 

He comes with a gruff moan, spilling himself down my throat. I pump him through his orgasm, taking every drop of him before I finally release my grasp. He gasps over me and I swallow. 

"Holy fuck." Are the only two words he can manage as he looks down at me. He sways a little as the aftershocks of his orgasm rock through his body and I pull him down to the floor with me, taking his lips with mine. He wraps his hands into my hair; mine wandering freely over the expanses of his figure. 

When he finally pulls back, we share sickly sweet smiles, not from lust but from pure, self indulgent exhaustion. We take each other in, just like this, sweat sticky and cum sweet, our bodies fitting together like the closure of a locket, storing this memory between us. A memento. 

"I have a possible moment ruining question," I finally speak, my head resting in the crook of his neck as he plays with my hair. My knees are sore from the hard floor beneath me, satiny static beginning to move through my legs as the loss of feeling takes over. 

"What is it?" He tenses a bit under me but doesn't falter. 

"Why the fuck is there a photo of you and Robert Downey Jr. hanging in your hallway?" I ask, not bothering to move to meet his eyes. He rumbles beneath me, beginning low before morphing into a full belly laugh. When I pull back, Jeremy is trying to catch his breath, wiping a tear from his eye. "What's so funny?" I question, quirking an eyebrow. My words just send him into another fit of laughter. 

"So you know who he is?" He retorts, words bumbling over his laughter. 

"Of course I do!" I exclaim, and the look on Jeremy's face is priceless. 

"God, you are so totally oblivious to a whole part of his career aren't you?" He asks, more to the room than to me specifically. "What's the last movie of his you saw?" 

I think over his question, trying to recall anything recent. "I think it was Zodiac, you know, with Mark Ruffalo?" 

"Oh for fucks sake." He runs a hand down his face, his harsh words bathed in humor. 

"What is it this time?!" I shove his shoulder playfully. 

"That movie came out in like, 2007? 2008 maybe?" He informs me. He takes my face gently in his hands, "And what I am about to tell you is one hundred precent true, okay?" I nod beneath his grasp. "Robert, Mark, and I have made three movies together since 2012, and like a bunch of other movies with the same group of people." He rambles, staring straight into my eyes as if he is trying to pass all of his knowledge through his gaze. I grin a bit, my cheeks squished between his hands. 

"I thought you said you made music." I note, feeling a bit of apprehension tangle in my chest. 

"I do." He chuckles, dropping his hands from my face to grab my hands in his. "But we made the goddamn Avengers! Earth's mightiest heroes!" 

"I am so happy for you?" My words come out as a question, my eyebrows furrowing. 

"Holy fuck, have you not seen a single one of the Marvel movies?" His question is mock serious but overflowing with intrigue. 

"I think I saw one with Tobey Maguire?" I tell him with a shrug. 

"That is only kind of right." He laughs. "You really have gotta see more movies, Jesus Christ." He pushes himself from the floor before reaching down to help me to my feet. I stumble a bit, the bee sting sensation rousing throughout my legs. "Get in bed, we will talk about your lack of movie knowledge more tomorrow." 

I can't help but laugh as I bury myself beneath the cool sheets of his bed, my body aching but glad to be off of the hard floor. Jeremy slips in beside me before pulling my body flush against his body, wrapping me in a warm embrace. 

The events of the night wash over me in a haze, salt soaked and pleading. The grief that has held me prisoner over the past few months now nothing more than a slight itch in my chest. I don't think of it now, in this moment, wrapped up in Jeremy's strong arms. My body now thoroughly worked over and satiated thrums with a new feeling, more love than loss, more present than absent; chosen. 

Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be, healing that is, maybe not all at once, but sudden. The drowning feeling easing into a floating, a surviving that finally breaks through into actually living. It's moments like these that make me feel alive, just the way I am supposed to. Not bound by what is no longer here or the waiting for something to exist, there just is- truly present and unbothered by the notion of inexistence. 

"Goodnight beautiful," He whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. 

"Goodnight, Pretty Boy." I sigh, exhaustion clouding over my senses, buzzing quietly beneath my skin. 

He is asleep in mere moments as my mind stumbles back to my other favorite tale, Orpheus and Euridice. When Euridice was lost to the underworld, Orpheus risked everything to find her, the power of his music guiding him. Their only way to escape the underworld was to leave together, her behind him. He must never turn around to be sure she was still there, otherwise they'd be lost to each other forever. The music, his music, guided her, even if she didn't know him by face or by form.

Her soul knew him- and that was enough. 

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→ Pairs: Robert Downey Jr x f!reader, Chris Evans x f!reader, Chris Hemsworth x f!reader, Jeremy Renner x f!reader, Mark Ruffalo x f!reader, Elizabeth Olsen x f!reader & Scarlett Johansson x f! reader

→ Summary: You're part of the military, you've been away for a year and your wife, Scarlett misses you a lot. Elizabeth and the Og6 are in an interview with Jimmy Fallon.

→ Warning/s: None

→ Setting: At the Jimmy Fallon interview

→ Age: 30

→ Genre: [F]

Note: This is just a short story, I'm just generally bored. There isn't much to do at work so I decided to write a little something.

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"Please welcome, Elizabeth Olsen, Scarlett Johansson, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Jeremy Renner, Mark Ruffalo and Robert Downey Jr.!" Jimmy announces as the stars of the night was revealed to the audience, they wave as they take a seat. "Good evening"

"Good evening" seven the stars says back with a smile as cheers start to cover the silence once again.

"It's such an honour to have the stars of the new Avengers movie here with us," cheers erupted again but quickly died down "How was it?"

"We actually finished filming a couple months ago, a little stressful but so fun" Elizabeth chose to answer as she was nudged by Scarlett, who's beside her.

"Congratulations on the new movie," Jimmy replied "but Scarlett, fans have been wondering why they don't see Y/N anymore with you. Where is she?"

"She's uhm," the blonde starts to tear up on the mention of her wife "She's currently on the other side of the world, serving for our country. She's been away for a year now"

"If she were watching this, what would you like to say to her?" Jimmy asked

"Uhm Love, I really miss you and uhm stay safe, stay strong and I need you back in one piece," She gets handed a tissue box since tears started to make its way down her cheeks, she thankfully takes one and wipes her fallen tears "I can't lose you"

"I miss you, dummy" Elizabeth said after Scarlett says her message to her wife causing laughter to erupt from everyone. You and Lizzie has been friends for a long time, childhood friends actually. You two grew up together, your parents and hers are best of friends.

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It's almost the end of the interview. You were in the backstage waiting for your cue to come on stage. You've been impatiently listening to their conversations. You really wanted to just run towards your wife but you can't since it would ruin the surprise. You were still in your military uniform. You were the one that suggested it to Jimmy, that you should surprise Scarlett at their interview. It was a coincidence that they will have an interview for the new Avengers movie named Avengers: Age of Ultron. Scarlett has been telling you about it when you two would have the time to call each other.

"Before you all leave, we have something for Scarlett and of course her friends" Jimmy said to the seven stars, who looked confused. That was your cue to come in. Once you've heard the word, Before. You started tiptoeing out of the curtains, quickly silencing the audience when you noticed they were about to scream, you put your finger to your pouted lips to quickly shush them.

"Boo!" You booed at your wife causing her to let out a hoarse screech at the sudden appearance. She looks back and at a blink of an eye Scarlett was in your arms again, letting out tears of joy. Then you felt more arms wrap around you, it was the rest of the cast that was in the interview.

"I missed you" you heard Scarlett's muffled voice

"I missed you too" you said back, putting her down "And of course, I missed you all too" you returned a welcoming hug to the six stars. You all took a seat after the nice reunion.

"Welcome back, y/-" You cut Jimmy off with a point of a finger

"It's Commander y/l/n now" you bragged as screams of your name and cheers erupted quickly at your Announcement "I got promoted"

"Well then, Welcome back Commander y/l/n" Jimmy and you shared a hand shake.

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The interview ended 30 minutes after you made you appearance to the public. You and Scarlett are now in your home, making out on the sofa with a fluffy blanket draped over the two of you. The show playing on the television was long forgotten since the two of you were busy making out in the dark with only the television light illuminating the dark living room.

"I'm glad you're back" Scarlett muttered as she pecks your lips.

"I'm glad I'm back" you say back "I'm staying here for 4 years" Scarlett smiled and nestled her head under your jaw, you hug her closer and the two of you drifted off to Dreamland.

It's nice to have your wife in your arms again, finally after a year of longing for her soft touch, kisses and hugs. You could never afford to lose her, you would tear the fabric of reality just to have her in your arms again. Yes, you'd go full on Scarlet Witch on them bitches for you wife. Finally, you're home.

Home is where love resides, where memories are created, friends and family belong and laughter never ends.

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Live For Now

Pairing: Jeremy Renner x Reader

Summary: December 2016 Y/N moves to a small house near Lake Tahoe with her 5-year-old daughter. She is for a new beginning and a place to make new memories. She never expected to find love, especially not in her 16 years older neighbor. A friendship forms and love blossoms and Y/N decides to live for now.

A/N: This series will not be written in order. Everything will be placed in order on the masterlist. It will be long-running and snapshots of Y/N and Jeremy's growing relationship. Most of them can be read as stand-alone just like my LLL series. I still hope you’ll choose to read them all.

Disclaimer: I am completely ignoring covid was a thing telling you this, cause frankly working in the healthcare system I am sick of dealing with it still ;)

I am keeping it fairly close to Jeremy's life but moving dates of movies might occur, plus keeping it mostly set in Reno, not LA just for ease of the flow of the story. I also don't know him so it will be my take on who he is.

Status: Coming Soon

List of chapters

Snowed Out (Coming Soon)

Paying it Forward (Coming Soon)

Ambush (Coming Soon)

Positive (Coming Soon)

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I'm Just Ken

Name of fic: I’m Just Ken

Pairing: Jeremy Renner x female reader

Plot summary: After Jeremy and Ava went to watch Barbie, and you get back from grocery shopping, you hear a certain song blasting on Jeremy’s playlist once you get back home…

Word count: 688 words

Warnings: Fluff, just fluff. Author’s note: I watched Barbie at the cinema and I absolutely loved it! I feel like Ava would drag Jeremy along to watch Barbie with her, and I stand by that. Also Jeremy is definitely a Ken, and I would think he would play Ken if it didn’t go to Ryan 😂 So enjoy this short drabble I just wrote!

As you get back home from a busy day of grocery shopping, you closed the door to the house you share with your boyfriend, Jeremy and his daughter Ava. You tried to carry two full bags through the front door as you call out to the two of them. “Hey! I’m back!” You heard Ava run from her room towards the front door as she went up to you, helping you with the shopping, taking the lighter bag out of the two for you. “Thank you Ava. Now, where’s your dad?” You ask him, as Ava smiled and pointed at his music studio.

You nodded back, thanking her before you both made your way to the kitchen. “How was Barbie, Ava?” You continued to ask her, you didn’t go with her as you already seen it with your best friend y/bf/n, so Ava dragged Jeremy to go and see it instead. “It was amazing! Daddy got me a Barbie and Ken doll afterwards! Can you play with me later?” Ava excitingly said to you, slightly jumping up and down.

“Of course, you go up to your room and prepare our playdate whilst I’ll go and surprise your dad, okay?” Ava nodded again as she rushed back to her room to get the dolls. In the meantime, putting away everything only took a few minutes, and that gave you time to check in on Jeremy. You knew he was currently making music because of two reasons: the first one being obvious as in his accident earlier that year, and the other reason being the writer strikes going on right now. You slowly walk towards the music studio, and your ears pricked up like a dog as you heard a familiar song going on behind the door. Is that…? You quietly opened the door and the song became more clearer as ‘I’m Just Ken’ by Ryan Gosling – that was in the Barbie movie – was playing through Jeremy’s speakers. And he was singing along to it. ‘Did this mean that he liked the movie then?’ You thought to yourself as you sneaked up behind him. You have always adored his singing voice, even before your relationship with him and you made that clear on your first date. 'Cause I'm just Ken

Anywhere else I'd be a ten

Is it my destiny to live and die a life of blonde fragility?

“Hey Ken!” You teased him as you tapped him on the shoulder, which made him jump slightly and turned around to face you. “Oh my God Y/n! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” He retorted at you, sighing with relief to find out it was you who sneaked up on him. You just laughed.

“I just got back from shopping and Ava told me you would be in here.” You explained to him as you noticed that he was wearing some Barbie merch, more specifically the ‘I’m Just Kenough’ shirt that Ryan Gosling wore in the movie. “Did you enjoy the movie then?” You asked him, trying not to laugh as you snigger to yourself. “I did actually.” Jeremy said proudly.

“Y’know… you could’ve been in that movie as Ken. I mean, you’ve got a good enough singing voice.” You suggested to him with a smile. “Yes, but Ryan is more attractive than me…” You snigger as you playfully push him. “That is not true, you know that! Would you do it though, if Scarlett was Barbie?” You ask him with a slight smirk on your face. Jeremy smirked back as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer towards him. “I would’ve done it either way.” He simply said, just before kissing you softly on the lips and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were only slightly shorter than Jeremy, so you had to get on your tip-toes to kiss him.

"You're my Barbie, y'know that right?" Jeremy said to you, with a smile on his face.

"Yeah I know that..." You laugh at him, a smile on your face as well and both of your foreheads together. "And you're my Ken."

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Masterlist #2 Updated 06/09/2023

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Stepdad Hemsworth @waywardinfluencervoid — Stepdad!Chris Hemsworth x stepdaughter!reader (platonic)

Part 2 to a Cancer Fic I Wrote @huntective-kyeo — Marvel Cast x f!reader (platonic); pt. 1 @storiesbystarlight

Adopted Hemsworth (requested by anonymous) — Hemsworth family x adopted!reader

Iron Dad (requested by anonymous) — RDJ & Chris Evans x reader (platonic)

Happy 21st @youre-amazing-say-it — Marvel Cast x reader (platonic)

Shaving the Head (requested by anonymous) — Chris Evans x daughter!reader

Trying (requested by anonymous) — Marvel cast x teen!reader

Teen Spirits @supernerdycookietrashblr — Danny F. x Reader

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Who Am I? Masterlist — Chris Evans x Younger!Sister!Reader (in progress)

Dead to Me Masterlist — Daryl Dixon x Reader (in progress)

Crimson and Clover Masterlist @idk123906 — Chris Evans x Undercover!Female!Reader (in progress)

A Silent Voice Masterlist — Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader (in progress)

High Hopes Masterlist @kj-1130 — Marvel cast x actor!gn!reader (in progress)

A Tale of English and Math Masterlist inspired by @aescapisms and company — English Professor!Bucky Barnes x Math Professor!Reader/AU!Marvel (in progress)

Til It Happens To You Masterlist — Bucky Barnes x F!Reader (in progress)

This Year’s Love Masterlist — Sam Winchester x Half Demon!F!Reader (in progress)

California Dreamin’ Masterlist (requested by anonymous) — Marvel cast x gn!teen!reader (in progress)

The End of Something Masterlist — Rick Grimes x Reader AU (in progress)

Every Beginning Ends — Pedro!Joel Miller x OC!Mary Hernandez (in progress)

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[hettie-bxrton]

about damn time ~ jeremy renner

pairing: jeremy renner x female reader

prompt(s): “Your taste in men is horrible.”

                  “Is this the moment that we kiss?”

summary: the reader is on Tinder and jeremy disapproves of her choice in men and women. he then “jokingly” suggests the two of them getting together instead.

lyrics:

It's about damn time In a minute I'ma need a sentimental Man or woman to pump me up Feeling fussy, walkin' in my Balenci-ussy's Tryna bring out the fabulous 'Cause I give a fuck way too much I'ma need like two shots in my cup

author’s note: prompts will be bold, it will be in 2nd person POV and you are 28 years old for the sake of this fic.

Jeremy was walking past the living room and briefly saw you, on the sofa. You were curdled up in a ball, phone in hand. His head then peeked around the corner. What you were doing certainly peaked his interest. He walked into the room, his eyes still looking at you.

“What are you doing?” Jeremy asked you, standing literally in front of you.

“None of your business.” You replied, putting your phone close to your chest.

“Y/n.” He said sternly, putting his hands on his hips. “I’m your friend. I am concerned for your safety on the internet. Tell me what you’re doing.”

“You’re just nosy, that’s all. So, no.”

You switched off your phone and placed it on the side table. You saw Jeremy eyeing it up and after a moment, he picked it up.

“You can try and unlock it. You don’t even know my pass –” But it was too late. Jeremy already unlocked it. “--how?”

“Cause’ you told me it, just in case of emergencies?” Jeremy replied, smirking. “You have Tinder? Since when?”

You huffed as you replied, “Last week.”

You watched as he looked at your phone.

“Jeremy… please don’t! What you are doing is invading someone’s privacy!”

“Your taste in men is horrible.” Jeremy said, ignoring what you just said.

“Men? You know there are some women on the app as well.” You replied.

“Oh? So you’re confessing your sexuality now?” Jeremy raised his eyebrows.

“So? Don’t deny you having sexual attraction towards men.”-

Jeremy chuckled with laughter.

“Me? Yeah right.” 

You tilted your head, knowing fully well about his interactions with Paul Rudd. Those moments clearly show that Jeremy was interested in him.

“What..?”

You cleared your throat as you began to say, “What about Paul?”

“What about Paul?” He repeated.

“Those little interactions do not go through me like any other Marvel fan watching those interviews. You guys were clearly flirting with each other.” You smirked.

“We weren’t flirting with each other! God Y/n!” Jeremy sighed. “Anyways, we’re getting off-topic. Since when were you interested in dating douchebags on Tinder?” 

“Not all of them are douchebags, Jeremy!”

Jeremy sat down beside you and handed you back your phone.

“Y/n. I have been on Tinder and many other dating apps just like this. And all of the people on them are either really horny or.. a douchebag.” Jeremy explained.

“So you admit to chatting with guys then?” Y/n replied, clearly trying to change the subject.

“Y/n! Stop trying to change the fuckin’ subject! All I want to know is.. Why Tinder? There are loads of guys out there who don’t use dating apps and are really compassionate and possibly not catfishing you. Cause to be honest, most of them are.”

“When were you so interested in my love life?”

“When were you interested in what my sexuality was?” Jeremy retaliated.

“Since Endgame.” You simply said.

Jeremy rolled his eyes. “I’m just… worried, that’s all.”

“Jeremy. I’m 28 years old. I’m a full grown-ass adult. I can make my own decisions. You don’t have to worry about me all the time.”

“You know what you should do instead of going on Tinder?” Jeremy suggested.

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Go on..” You muttered.

“You should go out with me.” He smiled at you as he suggested the idea.

You sniggered at the thought. “Me and you? Yeah right!”

Jeremy was not expecting that reaction. He made his iconic resting bitch face to show that he was not joking.

You noticed his resting face as you stopped laughing out loud. 

“Oh! You were being serious?”

“Well duh! I don’t joke around with that kind of stuff.” Jeremy said.

“Wait.. so you think we should be together? What made you think that?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, we already know each other, so that leaves out the awkward silences.” Jeremy shrugged. “Also, I think you’re quite attractive.”

“Yeah.. right. You are WAY out of my league. You’re way more attractive than me.” You said back to him.

“Then how come I haven’t met anyone else since I met you then, huh? Explain that.” 

“How can I? I’m not you!” You snickered.

Jeremy sighed. “All I’m saying is I don’t care if I’m out of your league, I like you.” He confessed to you finally.

Awkward silence.

“You.. like me?” You hesitated.

“Well.. yeah.” Jeremy shrugged his shoulders.

You looked at him with a twinkle in your eyes. 

“Is this the moment where we kiss?” You whispered softly. “I’m not sure if it’s the right moment or not…” 

Jeremy just smiled at you and leaned in slowly. 

His soft but chapped lips touched your delicate and plump ones.  The kiss only lasted a few minutes before you pulled away from him.

“That was… wow.” That was all you could say at that moment as you looked into Jeremy’s crystal blue-green eyes.

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[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine defending Jeremy Renner against slander.

It was hard to watch and it was even harder to be a part of. Because you stayed by Jeremy’s side after someone went through backlogs and backlogs of tweets to find anything that could be deemed even slightly offensive, they tried to crack you too. The complete and utter trash, the lies. You? Try to brainwash Jeremy’s little girl? Please.

Another day, another tabloid, though you weren’t on the cover of the magazines this time and you weren’t trending on twitter anymore. “What a relief,” You admitted, sitting down on the couch next to Clint, sipping on your breakfast beverage. “We’re not important anymore.”

“Hawkeye is still trending though,” Jeremy said, going through his phone. “Looks like it’s all good things, though. Thank fuck, I needed the win.”

“It was a good show,” You said, reaching out to take one of his hands. “It’s only right that people be talking about that rather than about all of that bullshit anyway. I told you, people can see through that. It’s just some lonely guy trying to come up with things to get a paycheck.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jeremy said. “Just pisses me off when you and Ava are brought into it. I knew it was going to be part of the job but you shouldn’t have to go through with that.”

You shrugged, gave his hand a squeeze, and then took another drink, enjoying the morning, thinking about the pleasant day that you had ahead of you. “So fuck em. They can say whatever they want, it doesn’t change the truth about anything. I know it, she knows it, so fuck em.”

Jeremy chuckled, closing the app and threw his phone down. “You’re so eloquent. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Requested by: @laurareadsimagines​

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[checkingoutforheroes]

Stop it.

Y/n: There you are. I've been looking for you.

Natasha: You need to stop it.

Y/n: What?

Clint: Who?

Natasha: Stop imagine that I'm here. I'm not here anymore.

Clint: Who are you looking for, Y/n?

Y/n: ...

Y/n: No one.

Clint: Y/n..

Y/n: I'm fine. Let's go.

*GIF credits to owner

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[randomgirl005]

Hailee Steinfeld aka Kate Bishop with Pizza Dog

Hawkeye 2021

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[raewritesfiction]

Physical Therapy [Jeremy Renner]

A/N: thank you for your patience with this. I’ve had some IRL stuff going on and didn’t have the energy to write. Sorry about formatting; tumblr mobile sucks.

Plot: You’re looking after your boyfriend (established relationship) after his accident and some careful fun times ensue.

Pairing: Jeremy Renner X Female!Reader

Warnings: Language. Oral (M and F receiving).

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“…so you’re progressing fantastically and I’m happy for you to continue your physical therapy at home…” the doctor nods and smiles “do you have any questions for me?”

You blush and clear your throat “uuh… I don’t quite know how to ask this… so I’m just going to say it.”

The doctor raises an eyebrow and nods and Jeremy shuffles a little in his wheelchair.

“We’ve been.. wanting to uuh… participate in certain couples activities? Obviously full sex is out of the question right now but.. are other less strenuous activities allowed?”

It takes the doctor a few seconds to realise what activities you were referring to, “Oh! Oh I see yes… yes I think full sexual intercourse would be too strenuous right now and could potentially cause more harm… but I don’t see why oral and such wouldn’t be okay as long as neither of you overdo anything.”

You nod and smile a little “thank you.. and yes nothing over the top.”

~~~

Jeremy relaxes back on the bed and sighs as you walk the therapist out the house “see you in a couple of days, I’ll make sure he does his homework.”

Closing the door you look around at the time and raise an eyebrow, you had another two and a half hours before Ava would be home with Granma from her day trip. Plenty of time.

Walking in you smile slyly at Jeremy on the bed “tired baby?”

“Mmm, a little..” he reaches for your hand, which you take ans crawl onto the bed.

“Too tired?” You kiss his hand.

“For wh- oh… oh..!” He smiles and perks up a little, shuffling to sit up more.

“I mean… unless you’re not in the mood of course, I know your physio takes it out of you.”

“Oh baby I’m always in the mood for you.” He carefully pulls you closer and wraps his arm around you, threading his fingers from his free hand into your hair and kissing you sweetly.

Shuffling a little on the bed for a better position you untie Jeremy’s sweatpants and loosen them, slipping your hand down inside the waistband and slowly working your hand over his growing cock while his head falls back against the bed head and a quiet moan escapes his throat.

Jeremy licks his lips and flexes his fingers against your back as you lean down onto your hand beside him. You wrap your hand around his length and jerk him steadily, twisting your hand and dancing your fingers over the head of his cock until Jeremy was a panting mess.

Moving up to a kneeling position you ease Jeremy’s sweats down to free him fully; he hisses in a breath as the cooler air hits his cock but gasps out a moan when your lips close around him instead. Starting slowly, you make sure to coat him in your saliva from base to tip until you’re drooling along his cock. Hollowing your cheeks out you suck hard and then take him deeper and deeper, breathing through your nose when he hits the back of your throat.

He pants and moans, his hand threading into your hair again and gripping lightly as your head bobs along his length, your hand jerking him as you pull away.

“Fuck…Fuck!” He pants and groans “don’t stop!”

“You gonna cum for me baby?” You flick your tongue over the head of his cock and playfully push back as Jeremy tries to guide you to suck him again.

“Please…” he whispers and looks down at you with pleading eyes. You happily take him in your mouth again and double down, sucking hard along his full length in pulses until his breathing hitches and you feel him explode down your throat with a loud moan.

You swallow around Jeremy and make sure not to waste a drop of him as he groans and grunts. Pulling away painfully slowly and wiping the corners of your mouth.

“Jesus shit!” He breathes and swallows thickly “fuck I’ve missed that!” He smiles and pulls you down to kiss him. “Your turn..”

Pulling away a little frown “but how..?”

“Ride my face babygirl.” He grins.

“You sure that’ll be okay?”

“Yeah I’m sure baby..” he nods and sinks down the bed, shuffling over more to the middle to give you better space. “Now get those jeans off…”

You chuckle and undo them, slipping them down your legs and kicking them to the floor for later “now what?” You kneel on the bed with your hands on your hips.

“Panties have to go too…” he slips his fingers into one side and pulls at them. “Get ‘em off.”

You nod and lay back lifting your legs up so Jeremy gets a good view of what was coming his way as you slip your panties off. He licks his lips and reaches for you only to find you just out of reach.

“And now how do you want me?” You tease.

“On my face…” he answers bluntly. “Get over here..”

You kneel up and crawl your way up the bed, straddling Jeremy’s shoulders and carefully making sure you weren’t going to crush him, squealing in surprise when he grabs your hips and pulls you down onto his mouth. Jeremy laps at your folds slowly and hums against your core, teasing you with slow flicks from the tip of his tongue.

Gripping the bed head you lift a little and rock your hips to Jeremy’s tongue, his hands moving over your ass and squeezing hard as he darts his tongue into you and teases.

“Baby please..” you whine and rock your hips again.

Jeremy closes his lips over you and sucks hard, his tongue dancing over and in you. His hands move up under your tee to find your breasts; his fingers tease your already hard nipples until they join the ache low in your belly.

You keep leant on the bed head and roll your hips to Jeremy’s mouth “fuck…” you gasp and moan roughly “I’m so close!”

Jeremy groans and laps at you quicker, sucking at your clit in pulses as his hands squeeze and massage your breasts.

You shiver and reach a hand down into Jeremy’s hair just as you let go and call out, cumming on his face and covering him with your juices. He laps slowly and sucks your clit through your orgasm making you tremble and whimper.

You carefully manoeuvre yourself to lay back, your leg over Jeremy’s torso leaving yourself splayed open for him.

“God damn what a view…” he licks his lips and watches your pussy twitch.

You blush and stroke his leg lightly “we should probably get re-dressed…”

“For now… I’m up for round two later…I have this great idea and it involves you lying just like this..”

“Sounds fun. I’ll hold you to that.”

“Please do..”

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[saltsicklover]

Stereo Lust - Part 1

Title: Stereo Lust (1/2)

Word Count: 9,929

Pairing: Jeremy Renner x Fem Reader (Written in First Person)

Rating: T (the next part is where it gets spicy)

Warnings: Alcohol, sexual themes, mention of non-character death and grief.

Disclaimer: I do not own Jeremy Renner, or the music referenced within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.

I do not consent for my work to be edited, reposted, or translated.

You are responsible for your own media consumption. This is a work of fiction that contains mature themes. If you are sensitive to those subjects, please do not read.

There isn't quite another experience like being a woman alone in a bar, drink in hand, letting yourself drown in the music- just as some asshole tries to insert himself into your alone time. It's like they assume that I've done my hair and makeup, pulled myself into my good jeans, and left the house just for them. 

"Can I help you?" I spit as man invades my personal space. I push him away from my body with my forearm, attempting  to move myself to the far side of my bar stool. None of my movements are out of fear, but out of complete and utter annoyance. He places his hand behind me, resting his wrist on the back of the chair. I can feel the eyeroll coming as the stupid pick up line begins to leave his lips. 

"What's a pretty little thing like you doin' in a place like this?" He ogles at me, gesturing up and down with a pointed finger, the rest of them gripping a beer bottle; the cheapest beer you can buy at this place; figures. My eyes glance from his trucker hat, down his long beard, over his dirty clothes and finally fall on his muddy boots. His face looks like it hasn't seen a bar of soap in some time, and I don't even want to know the grime that is trapped beneath his fingernails. I grimace at the thought, there is work dirty, and then there is whatever the fuck this guy is. He looks like he rolled around in the parking lot gravel before he walked in here just to top off the grime that is worked deep into the threads of his clothes. 

"Not talking to you." I point out, plucking my drink off the counter,  sliding off the left side of my barstool before disappearing to the back of the room. I glance back towards the bar top and watch as the man huffs in defeat before sitting in my now abandoned space. Finally, a man who can pick up a signal. I catch the eyes of the bartender, Tanner, as I walk away. She just shakes her head at me with chuckle as she wipes down a freshly washed pint glass. 

I take a seat at one of the empty tables, sliding myself up into the seat. The bar is  quaint, just one semi-large room, the bar top at the back with the pool tables in the center of the room. The dart boards are to the right and the tables are scattered around the room, both high and low tops. The floor is scuffed and warn and the tables are too, but the felt on the pool tables are replaced regularly and the drinks are strong. I don't come to the bar for ambiance anyway. 

I take the last swig of my margarita before pulling my phone out of my pocket. My bastard brother, bastard in the loving way, is supposed to call me back but being a long hall trucker means he usually doesn't have the time to make personal calls. He has been avoiding talking about our father's passing, neither of us close enough to call him 'Dad'. I huff, trying to push out all of the sour sting of grief from my bones that has managed to grow in them, stronger as the days go on. How do you grieve a man you barely knew, especially when the remorse seems to be wrapped so tightly around the soul that you can't distinguish what is fundamentally you from whatever it is? 

"Hey, want another?" A voice chimes, pulling me from my pity party. I look up to see Tanner's sparkling eyes and her huge smile that lights up her entire face. I push all thoughts of my brother aside  with a shake of my head; if he can't get time to call me, I don't have to waste time thinking about it. 

"You bet your sweet ass I do." I chuckle, sliding her my empty glass. She takes it, placing it in her bussing bin. I cant tell she wants to chide me for the comment but she lets it slide, like she can read the turmoil that sloshes through my head by the look on my face. I let eyes wander over her body, taking in the glow that seems to shine through her skin, her beauty so out of place in this grimy bar- a welcomed sight- a friend. 

"Nice job fighting off Dirty Derick over there." She points a thumb discretely behind her, her smile never wavering. "What did he do, he looks like he rolled himself down a ditch or two on the way in her!" We laugh in unison. It feels good to laugh, though a little foreign as of late. 

"I know! I get this is a dive bar, I do, but I still broke out the good jeans to be here." I smirk, leaving Tanner laughing harder. "Can I ask you a huge favor?" I emphasis the 'huge favor' by pulling out the sounds, at risk of sounding childish. 

"Depends, what do you want? I can't give you all of the cherries from the bar again, Marsha will kill me if do, even if I tell her that they went to you." She winces at the thought, readjusting the grip on her bussing bin. 

"You say again like it happened more than twice." I stick my tongue out at her. The banter between us is warm, flooding over my skin with a wash of care. 

"It did! It was four times before Marsh threated me with men's bathroom duty!" She nudges my shoulder before switching her bussing tub from one hip to the other. I scrunch my face up in disgust thinking about having to wash down the men's bathroom; definitely not worth the cherries.  

"Fine, okay, but it's not that, but I wouldn't turn them down" I slide four quarters across the table towards her with a smirk. "Will you put on my song? I want to kick that guys ass at a game of pool and I need my tunes to get me in the headspace for it." I motion towards the lone pool player a few feet away with a tilt of my head, wiggling of my eyebrows. 

The man is tall, blond, and holds a similar glow to Tanner; but, he is more reserved in his stance, focus down on his game and nowhere else. I am a little surprised that he isn't fighting off women left and right. The stubble on his face frames a cold look that is just begging to be thawed. 

"Only if you share the money you win with me." She grabs the quarters from the table, turning on her heels back towards the bar. 

"I don't play for money," I shout after her, "It's just to crush the souls of men!" She responds by flipping me the bird. 

Heading over to the man at the pool table, I pick up the lone cue that rests in the stand against the wall. I fidget with it a second, wrestling up the courage to talk to him. He flicks his eyes from his game to me, the silence between us holding. 

Maybe it's the way my heart seems to skip at the thought of his eyes on me, or maybe it's the sheer need for some sort of human contact to pull me out of the funk I seem to trudge through, but something finally prompts me to speak. 

"How about a little friendly competition?" I ask him, stepping towards the table. I take the square chalk between my fingers, going over the end of my cue, the blue chalk leaving a faint blue stain on my fingertips. 

The guitar to Striptease by Hinder crashes through the speakers as he looks up at me, firm in his choice this time, sinking the last ball on the table into the corner pocket without another look. 

"That depends," He smirks, "Do you know who I am?" He eyes me, trying to find an answer before I can speak. I gawk at the question, who even asks a stranger something like that? I try to pull a neutral expression back over my features, a shallow attempt to recover from the question he posed. 

"No, and that question makes you sound like a pretentious asshole, so kicking your ass from here to kingdom come in this game is going to be even more sweet than I had originally thought." I grab the triangle from the table light above my head. The blond begins to roll balls my way from his side of the table, helping me rack them for our game. 

If there were ever a time for tension to build between two people, it would be in a moment like this, energy transferring from him to me with each roll of a ball from his side to mine, the crackle of electricity pulling us together if it weren't for the table positioned between us. 

"It's a fair question." He points out, chalking his cue, rubbing the extra from his finger pads onto his jeans. I eye him carefully, my chest tightening as I hub into the small details of him- the radio static stance of his body, squared shoulders, strong jaw, spine straight, muscular arms leading all the way down to blue stained fingertips. Storm blue eyes and feather soft lines of experience set into his skin.  I could get lost in the tangle of his hair, the style well cut but grown out into a flustered frizz, sticking up in all directions. 

He inches closer to me as I lift the triangle, placing it back on the light. It swings a little when I let go, almost threatening to fall, but the blond reaches out, steadying it, locking his eyes with mine. My legs threated to buckle under his observance. "I could be a pool champion, and then maybe you wouldn't want to play me. I'd hate to hurt your feelings." I snort in response with a roll of my eyes. 

I blow the extra chalk off of my cue, the blue flecks swirling in the air, before heading to the other side of the table, the jukebox still screaming, screaming, screaming. Lining the cue ball up, I aim and shoot, the ball makes contact with the front of the arranged balls with a sickening crack, sending them flying in all directions around the table. They travel like unknown constellations around a universe of green felt. 

Two balls sink. 

The blond just looks at me, lips slightly apart like he is trying to hide a look of surprise. He buries it deep within his chest as he takes the smoky air of the bar into his lungs, a scrunched up display on his face. 

This is going to be fun. 

Tanner walks by, placing my margarita on the table closest to our game, shooting me a wink. "I put a few on for you," she gestures to the jukebox, her smile painted a vampire bite red,  "crush his soul." 

I send her a  sweet smile as I pull my hoodie over my head, freeing myself from the fabric before throwing it on the back of a chair at the same table. The heat of the bar is sweltering, the removal of the layer allowing for my sweat slick skin to breathe. 

"It better be something good!" I call after her, adjusting my displaced hair and I can hear a laugh coming from her direction. 

"With me, girlfriend, it's always good." She remarks with wink before disappearing behind the bar again. I wonder why we shout over the music and the conversation but the idea that we need to communicate taking precedence over the noise fills me with a sort of companionship.

I return to the game and lean over again, chest almost flat against the felt of the table with one foot up in the air behind me, the static of the felt lining gripping at my shirt, tingling my skin. Lining up a shot I hit the cue ball, banking it off the rail before it smacks into a solid ball, sending it flying into the pocket. I look up from the shot to see the man staring at the pocket my ball just sunk into, his surprise a little more evident. His lips are parted slightly and I can't help but lick my own at the site, but I shake the dirty thoughts from my head as quickly as they came. He is distracting and I don't need a distraction.

"What did you say about hurting my feelings?" I ask him as I line up my next hit. I lean down again, my ass sticking out, the sequins on my pockets are catching the light and no doubt his eyes. I wiggle my hips a bit, attempting to tease him. I let my mind slip, the thought of his hands cresting over my body is tantalizing and sensual. It sounds like a small groan leaves his lips, but its quickly masked by a cough, pulling my attention back to the game in front of me. I shoot a combo, rolling one of his balls into my own before sending it into the pocket. 

Three down, four to go. 

"Hell, maybe I spoke too soon, because you're hurting mine." I cackle at that, leaning myself over the table to aim again. The music fades out and then back in, playing another one of my favorite songs; a big thanks to Tanner. 

"Good to know you have feelings I can hurt," I return, a shit attempt at flirtation. I groan a bit to myself, flirting shouldn't even be on my radar, especially with a man like him- unattainable andfar-off.  I can tell from the corner of my eye that he is darting his eyes from my face to my chest, the fabric of my shirt dipping with static to expose the lace bra that confines my chest. I do my best to ignore his gaze as I focus on the shot. The cue ball hits my solid, causing a chain reaction, before bouncing my ball into the pocket, but the cue ball keeps going, and falls in right after.

"Fuck!" I curse, hitting the rail of the table before pushing myself up, unceremonious. "Not enough English on that one, dammit!" I shake my head at myself scoldingly. The man across from me just chuckles as he pulls the cue ball from the corner pocket. His laugh is like honey, sticky and warm, I find myself wishing it covered my tongue. I leave him to make his shot, putting my mind on my margarita at the table instead of his laugh. The salt on the rim and the lime make me shiver a bit, but the alcohol goes down smooth. I turn back to the table, drink still in my hand, only to see a total of five balls left on the table, my three, his one, and the 8 ball. 

"Here, I scratched." The man utters, holding the cue ball out to me. I set my drink down, looking at him closely before taking the ball from his rough fingers. I smile sweetly, sauntering over to the table. His eyes rake themselves over my figure, and I do my best to ignore both his eyes and my body's immediate reaction to them. If he keeps looking at me like that, I am absolutely, positively, beyond fucked.

"I look away for two seconds and you sunk six balls." I state in disbelief, trying to ease the slight tension building in the air around us. Maybe I am the only one feeling it, or maybe it's just the alcohol. I pray it's just the alcohol. 

I sense a twisting within my gut, fueled by raw emotion. Maybe I shouldn't be here, with this man, avoiding my problems instead of digesting them with a sour stomach. But, nothing could pull me away from the entrancing look he sends my way. That look could make worlds blur. 

"I know, I was there." He laughs at me, picking up his own drink. I just roll my eyes in acknowledgement. If I don't look at him, I can't melt. 

I shoot a couple more shots, each ball falling into pockets as I sing every single word of the song playing over the speakers. The music flows over me, dragging my inhibitions through my alcohol soaked system before they wilt away. My drinks have made me loosen up, not caring about who hears the words I sing to myself, inhibitions like untied shoelaces and scrunched down socks, unkempt and comfortable. My hips move in an uncoordinated sway. The blond just leans against his stool, watching my every move, a looks of enjoyment cemented into his features.

"You like this song?" He inquires with the raise of his eyebrows has he swigs the last of his beer, watching as I line myself up on the table for my next turn, slightly bumping my hip into the table with a quiet wince, his words catching me off guard. 

The song that plays through the bar is different than the ones played previously; I still sing every word to myself, under my breathe, 'Lets raise our cups together, and live like this forever!'. This song is catchy, and what's better than listening to songs about drinking while drinking? 

I stick my tongue out at him, "Are you making fun of my music taste?"

"No, no, no, I would never!" He holds his hands out defensively, a full, beautiful laugh slipping out of his lips, his cue tucked in the fold of his elbow. He is beautiful like this, a soft smile across the crepe of his lips. I hadn't known until this moment, that eyes could burn like embers in low light, but the knowledge seems to complete a part of my mind, a missing link. 

"That's what I thought." I sink my last ball leaving just the 8 ball left on the table for me to shoot. He mumbles something behind me about 'missing' and 'saving his pride'. I just call a pocket in return before gently hitting the cue ball. It rolls and rolls, brushing the side of the 8 ball, causing it to teeter on the edge of the side pocket  just before falling in. I turn to see my opponent with a sort of smug, contorted look on his face, like he is trying to fight off a smile and a look of disappointment at the same time. I smile at him, a full teeth, eyes bright kind of smile. "Lets play Nine-Ball." 

"Let's play Nine-Ball" he mimics in a tone that I can only identify as somewhere between a mock and a mewl, pulling the balls from the pockets at his end of the table. "I get to break this time." 

I begin to pocket the unneeded balls before attempting to arrange 1-9 in a diamond at the break point on the table. The diamond shape is hard to keep tight without a guide and I struggle to keep them all together. The blond leans over the corner of the table, holding the first few balls in place with the outstretch of his fingers as I finish off the diamond shape. 

He offers me a soft grin, teeth barely visible, as he lifts his hands, letting his fingertips run delicately over the back of my hands. I can feel a subtle blush start to creep to life on my chest at his touch. The music fades out and in again, In My Blood  by Black Stone Cherry thrums through the speakers. 

He grabs my wrist pulling me closer to him, and I tilt my head, ear closer to his mouth so I can hear his hushed voice over the music- over the thrush of blood running though my ears, my heartbeat the only thing I can make out. 

"Does Heaven even know you're missing? And did you come here straight from above?" A bigger smile cracks across his cheeks, voice barely over a whisper. He begins to lean closer, not expectant or greedy, but closer none the less, and I stop him, my palm pressed directly to his chest. I don't know who's heartbeat I am feeling now, the warmth of his body bleeding through the thin fabric of his shirt, seeping into my palm as it rests against the dense muscle of his chest. 

"Did you just plagiarize the words of the great Chad Kroeger?" I challenge, pushing him back a little more, trying to create an unwanted amount of space between us, even though my whole body is screaming to lean forward. I try to keep my stony expression as he tries to form a response. 

"Who?" he finally chuckles out after a moment, placing his hand over my own, still sitting on his chest against the soft cotton of his tee-shirt. I narrow my eyes at him. He's gotta be fucking kidding. Please be fucking kidding. 

"You're just fucking with me, right?" I pull my hand away, trying to add a little more distance, fighting with the way we seem to be drawn to each other like magnates. He grins awkwardly, eyebrows slightly raised, confusion lurking over his features. "Chad Kroeger, the lead singer and songwriter of Nickelback, you know, the band you just plagiarized instead of coming up with your own pick up lines." I try and wrestle apart the feeling of my longstanding grief and the newness of the disappointment that's begun to bloom in my chest cavity. 

"Okay, I did, I'm sorry, I guess I didn't think you'd catch on so quick." He admits, taking the chalk block from the rail of the table and buffing over the tip of his cue in an attempt to keep his hands busy. He grimaces at his own words but does nothing to correct them, instead they hand musty in the air, and I choke. 

"I'm brighter than I look, dumbass." I throw back with a bit of hurt and venom scraping out of my throat with my words and I don't know where it came from. "Just break so we can get this over with." I gesture towards the table as I head for my drink, a sour wince leaving my lip. I down about half of it in one go as he breaks, a sharp crack sends the balls scattering around the table. The sound sends splintering goosebumps down by spine, my drink doing little to combat the reaction.

The four sinks into a corner pocket, leaving him to shoot again. There is quiet between us, tawdry, almost palpable as the blond lets out a long breath. I choose not to look at him, not ready to face the unwarranted struggle raging in my mind over the sight of him. 

"I really am sorry, you know. I didn't mean to insult you. I just wasn't thinking you'd have such an expanse of music knowledge in your back pocket." He speaks to my back, shooting his turn without another thought. I turn to watch the ball roll into one of the middle pockets, the fabric lining swaying under impact. 

"Weren't thinking is right." I mumble, continuing on, "I know most of my favorite bands and artists. I don't just listen to a couple of songs and move on. I l listen to them, love them, and then have to get my hands on everything that they've ever made. It's kind of a problem. I worry that I'll run out of room up here one day." I chuckle, tapping my temple. "I've been trying to just enjoy music out in the wild lately, but it's hard to not run straight to the internet when I find a song I like." 

"Can we start over?" he shoots me a hopeful look and my body threatens to melt. That look could send me to my knees, I can't deny such a simple fact, so reluctantly I nod, pulling my lips together into a line. The song Sorry by Buckcherry now play around the bar and I just look at the man standing in front of me. It's like there's some sort of music angel looking out for him tonight. 

"Okay. You're lucky I like the song, dumbass." I banter, letting my words drift off at the end. 

"I'm Jeremy." The blond sticks his hand out in my direction, and I take it, squeezing back in a firm shake. He could wrap that hand around my throat and I'd thank him. The amenity of his skin on mine, even through a simple handshake, makes my heart wobble, or maybe its my whole body. Never have I met a man who has had such a fucking hold over me- but god, I'd be a fucking fool if I didn't admit it to myself; hell, I'd be a fool for him if he let me. 

"Everyone calls me Bub." I manage, pushing my developing fantasy aside. Jeremy smiles at me, a full, toothy smile, causing a smile of my own to pull over my lips. We stand there, still holding the handshake for a few more moments before I pull away, gripping my cue with both hands, a weak attempt at controlling the heavy beating of my heart.  

"Bub, really? Why do they call you that?" Jeremy questions as he returns to the table for his next turn. 

"It's kind of a funny story actually. I was living in Korea right after I got out of high school, and I was living with a group of people from all over the world. They struggled to say my given name so they started calling me Hubae." I explain, and Jeremy just looks at me lost, trying to connect all of the dots in his brain. I chuckle continuing on,  "Hubae is basically what you call someone who falls below you in seniority. It worked since I was the newest one in the group. As we all became friends, they started calling me Bae. So I was Bae for a while. But when I came back to the states, my friends here hated Bae because of that dumb trend that went on like 8 years ago and just decided that 'Bub' would be how they referred to me. So Bub I became. Something about a bubbly personality or something." 

Jeremy laughs at my longwinded explanation, eyes sparkling, the corners crinkling. He continues to shoot at the table, taking the balls out in order, leaving me without a chance to shoot, but I hardly notice, mind still stuck on the burning embers still present in his eyes. 

"Bub it is then." He finalizes, picking up his beer. He turns the bottle upside down, opening pressed firmly against his plump lips, draining the rest of the beer into his mouth. I slide up into my chair, leaning my cue against the tall table, fantasizing only for a moment. 

"I didn't even get a chance to shoot!" I groan, picking up my margarita. "You better not have let me win the last game, or I swear to god-" 

"What if I did?" He interjects, raising an inquisitive brow at me. I finish the rest of the yellow tinted liquid before running my tongue along the rim of the glass, licking up all of the salt that's still left. I raise my eyebrows at Jeremy suggestively before thrusting the glass into his hand. He catches up quickly, lusty expression melding quickly into a more agreeable one. 

"That means you buy next round, jackass." I inform him with a laugh. 

"What's with all of these mean nicknames? You're starting to sound like you hate me." He stands, voicing mock hurt as he takes the empty vessels in his hands before heading towards the bar. 

"You only wish I hated you!" I call after him, but he disappears before I can call him another name. Maybe I wish it. At least, if one of us hated each other there wouldn't be this stiflingly thick vitality between us. 

I pull my phone from the pocket of my hoodie, checking for any missed notifications. Nothing.

 Maybe that's how it's supposed to be with grief, running as fast as possible into the other direction, falling head first into unhealthy coping mechanisms, and maybe getting some sort of relief from it all. Maybe it's not healing, and maybe it's not adequate or agreeable but it's a hell of a lot easier than facing a beast head-on with only your bare hands and a fucking bloodied heart. Maybe it has to be that way, and maybe that's just going to have to be okay. Fuck, it's going to have to be okay. 

"Hey, girlfriend." Tanner's voice pulls me from my thoughts. She slides up into the chair across from me, looking at me with an expectant gaze. "How's your little date going?"

I laugh, if that is even a way the sound that has left my lips can be described, covering my mouth and the blush blooming on my cheeks with my hands. It's sour, and sweet, and fleeting. 

"It's not a date Tanner. I literally just met the guy." I inform her, and she sits back into her seat with a knowing look etched into her features. I rest my hand on the sticky table in front of me, lacing my fingers to keep from picking absentmindedly at my nailbeds. "Shouldn't you be working instead of accusing me of things in which you know nothing about?"

"Whatever you say, Bub, whatever you say," She chides, "It's not like I couldn't cut the tension in here with a goddamn butterknife." She motions, "Plus, I am on my last five of my break, so leave me be!" 

 Another song drums through the speakers, and the lyrics hit me, making me smile. 'Every time I take a ride I feel alive with nowhere to go' the man sings, his voice filling me with warmth, washing over my senses with a dulling ache. We chitchat for a bit, but the song keeps pulling my attention away from the conversation.

"God, I don't know who sings this song, but goddamn, those grunts are fucking sending me. It's a good thing I'm sitting down." I tell her, slumping back in my seat, mirroring her. She laughs, and another laugh comes from behind me. I turn to see Jeremy standing there, drinks in hand, doubling over in a fit of laughter. He tries hard to keep from spilling the liquor, but the laughter is taking the front seat. 

Tanner slides off her chair, shaking her head, taking the drinks from Jeremy and setting them on the table. "Don't spill shit, I don't want to clean it up." She scolds him with a point of her finger, her words send Jeremy into another fit of laughter. She waves at me before heading back to the bar, but not before turning around half way back to flip Jeremy the bird.  

"What is your deal, asshat?" I take a big drink of my margarita as Jeremy slides into the chair across from me, the tail end of his laughter still falling from his lips. 

"Do all of your hurtful nicknames involve 'ass'?" He dodges my question, sipping from his beer. 

"Not all of them, but the best ones definitely do." I shoot him a wink and another full smile spreads across his face. "Don't pretend you don't like it." 

"I wouldn't dream of it." 

Another song shuffles on over the speakers, completely changing the mood in the bar. Eric Church's voice sounds over the speakers, low and sultry, the song is Keep On and I know it instantly. I throw my head back, closing my eyes as the song rolls over me, a wide flash of a smile slips over my lips. I may be hurting but my soul still yearns for some sort of wistful release. 

"You've gotta dance with me, Jer." I inform him, sliding off of my seat. "Two step, swing,  east coast, west coast, whatever! I'll follow your lead." I hold my hand out to him expectantly. I don't make eye contact, for fear I may perish under his irises. 

With a laugh he slides off of his stool, taking my hand in his. "I don't dance, but I'll give it a shot."

I mouth a thank you, pulling him to the open floor of the bar away from the pool table. This isn't really a dancing bar, but there is enough space in front of the vacant dart boards for us to move as long as we keep medium motions. 

"This is only because I feel bad for letting you win." He states flatly. I push his shoulder teasingly. If the room we shared wasn't a buzz with voltaic lust before, it sure is now. Jeremy takes both of my hands in his, I can feel the rough callouses of his palms on my fingertips. He pushes me further away, then pulls me back into his body, our steps beginning with the first chorus. 

He sways me around the small space, not too much flair to his steps, but he keeps in time with the rhythm of the song wonderfully. He carefully moves my left hand to his shoulder before pulling me closer to his body with his right hand pressed firmly to the small of my back. Our opposite hands are held together, out to the side of our bodies. I can feel my body reacting to his touch but I push my focus past that to my steps, careful not to step on his toes. 

We bumble around a little, finding the way we move together in a sort of clumsy bundle of limbs. 

Without a warning, he separates us a bit only to pull my right hand to his shoulder then spinning away from me, letting my hand slide from one shoulder to the other behind his neck. I beam at Jeremy, the unexpected move filling me with excitement as we begin to sway again. I try and work in some extra footwork in time with the song, and Jeremy just grins at my small motions. I can feel the grief untangle from my soul a bit as we move, melting away. 

Jeremy takes his hand off of my back before winding my other arm behind me, grabbing it and spinning me around, catching me by complete surprise. 

"Jeremy, you can't tell me you don't know how to dance and then pull a freaking 'Texas Tommy' on me!" I shout excitedly as I place my hand back on his shoulder with a squeeze. He just beams at me, his eyes bright, pupils like pebbles under the surface of a lake flooded with early morning sunshine. 

He pushes me back, hands grabbing mine before spinning me to face the same direction he is, holding me in the 'sweetheart' position. His breath ghosts over my ear, the heat from his breath against the cold metal of my piercings sends warmth spreading through my whole body. 

"I guess I have a few tricks up me sleeve," He mumbles in my ear before pressing a wet, hasty kiss to the side of my neck. Before I can even react, he spins me again, grabbing my left hand in his, right in right, his crossed at the wrists before he pulls them over his neck, letting go and allowing my hands to run down his chest. I falter a bit, my movements clumsy and full of haste as I try and hang on to the fleeting feeling of his lips against my neck. 

Jeremy spins me around the small area as the song leads into the second chorus, and I feel happier now than I have in months and I don't feel guilty about it, either. It's strange to have such happiness come from such a simple thing as dancing; specifically with a stranger, a perfect stranger, but its less of a surprise that its him. He is one of the sexiest men I have ever had the pleasure of meeting, each ministration pushing electric throngs from his body to mine. 

Without warning, he spins me once, twice, three and then four times, dropping to his knees in front of me as I spin. My body threatens to topple at the sight, my eyes catching his lowering body with each spin. Jeremy grabs my hips with skilled hands as I slow down in my last turn and he carefully but forcefully pushed me into spinning the other direction three, then four times, this time rising back up to meet me. 

When I finally stop spinning, Jeremy grabs me again, pulling me into our original position, carefully swaying me as I try to stop my the dizziness that now clouds my vision, blurring over my brain. It's intoxicating, the way he holds me, hands pressed tightly to my frame like he is afraid I might flux from existence. 

When I finally catch Jeremy's eyes again he is smiling down at me, my vision bending his form a bit at the edges as the song is coming to and end. On the last few beats, Jeremy pulls me across him, turning me into his arm as he dips me towards the floor. I can feel the burn in my cheeks from how wide I am smiling as he pulls me up. The song changes again and I just stand there looking at Jeremy, smiling down at me, his breath slightly labored from his efforts. Neither of us dare remove our hands from each other's bodies, still clinging on the fading pulses of affection. 

I want to pull him down to meet me, taking his lips with my own, but I don't, I can't. I can't find the confidence hidden anywhere in my body- nor would I dare, even if I could. Everything is just too muddy, unkempt and unclear for me to continue forward. So, I pull my hands from him, the warmth of his body still lingering on my skin as if bathed in sunlight. I process the moment, words spilling from my lips quickly. 

"Holy shit, Jer, thank you!" I throw my arms around his neck, pulling his body flush against my own, thankful to feel the heat rolling off his skin again. I try not to think too hard about how I am drawn to him, craving to run my hands over his body. He hesitates under my touch for a millisecond his "no fucks" outer shell breaking a part slightly as he wraps his arms around my body carefully. "Thank you, seriously, thank you." 

When I pull away to look at him, there is a fire burning low in his eyes, stocked with gentle, calculated touches and whispered words. He tucks a loose piece of hair behind my ear, fingertips lingering on my skin. I hold contact with his irises, almost like a dare, no words being spoke between us as time seemed to screech to a halt around us. We stand in a dizzying bubble made up only of ourselves, brandishing touches, teasingly tender but deadly all the same. 

"Lets go sit, finish our drinks, yeah?" He questions, nodding his head in the direction of our table, shattering the illusion of solitude that was built in my head.  I just shake my head 'yes' before following him back to our spot. Neither of us willing to dive off the deep end and I breathe easier at the thought; it's nice not to be alone in the unwillingness to give into temptation, the struggle of it all. 

We sit there, sipping our drinks, a quiet has fallen between us again, but the jukebox keeps the bar loud with rhythm. We drink, our hands slowly, subconsciously creeping towards each other across the table, the stickiness of it going unnoticed, or maybe we are just unbothered, the magnetic field between us pulling us together regardless. We smile at each other, eye contact coming easy. A couple of song cycle through before Jeremy breaks the silence. 

"Where'd you learn to dance like that?" He asks, playing with the rim of his beer bottle, his thumb nail clinking against it dully. 

"I had a friend who's older sister was a dancer and when we were growing up she would take us with her to some of the classes and I guess I just never lost the love for it. I still bumble around out there from time to time." I reply, my fingers finding the spot where his lips pressed against my neck. I run over the skin a few times, lightly, butterflies blooming in my stomach. 

"You're pretty good." He nods honestly, sipping from his bottle. 

''For a hobbyist," I correct him, continuing before he can speak, "Where did you learn to dance like that? I still can't get over that 'Texas Tommy' you pulled out of nowhere!"

He hesitates over an answer, chewing on the skin of his lip. "Just been in one too many wedding parties, I suppose." He finally speaks, avoiding my eyes. I try and push down the strange feeling flushing in my chest, covering it up with a light laugh. Now is not the time to get involved in the deep expanses of his past, even if my ever curious mind wants to dive in. 

"Well it sure paid off. You could get a girl or two with moves like those." I tease, fingers still brushing my neck, more absentmindedly this time.

"Why do they call it a 'Texas Tommy' anyway?" He laughs, eyes meeting mine again as he pushes the conversation a little to the left. I think for a moment, my mouth opening and shutting like a fish out of water, unable to come up with an answer. I don't need one, per say, but I flounder. 

"I have not a fucking clue," I cackle, tears brimming at my eyes out of the sheer stupidity of it. Jeremy laughs even harder, bringing a hand to his chest like he is trying to keep his lungs from escaping his ribcage. Every single time we made eye contact one of us would laugh harder and harder, my sides cramping up from the fits. 

We finally calm down after a few minutes, but we are both still wearing wide smiles and bright eyes from the whole encounter. We sit in silence for a little while, shooting glances at each other and sipping on our drinks. The jukebox rolls through a couple more songs as the energy between us grows more flirtatious with each passing moment, then Jeremy breaks our shared silence.  

"My bad intentions for your body's eating me alive," He peels the label on his beer, eyes darting up to connect with mine. "Your eyes are temping me to take you to the darker side." 

"I thought you were done using song lyrics as pickup lines." I deadpan, downing the rest of my drink in one swift motion. Some of the tension between us begins to fizzle out and all of the bright energy from before being stuffed down and covered with a layer of disappointment. I want to get up and walk away, but the joy from our shared dance still lingers throughout my limbs so I stay put. 

"So, you don't know who that one is by?" He states as a matter of fact, ignoring any sign of impasse. He nibbles at his bottom lip, and if I weren't so pissed at his attempt at a pick up line, I would've swooned. Okay, maybe I did, a little, my stomach dropping a bit like it does on a rollercoaster, knees weak. 

"Are you asking to be a dick or are you actually curious?" I stare, tilting my head in question, the rest of my energy focused on keeping me upright long enough to hear his answer. My attention keeps drifting back to his sea storm eyes and their pleading stare. 

"Somewhere in the middle I guess." 

"As a matter of fact, I don't know who wrote every song that comes on the radio, is that what you wanted to hear?" I ask, licking at the salt on my glass with a thick press of my tongue before setting it down again. Jeremy watches me carefully scrutinizing my every move. 

"I didn't ask about every song on the radio, I asked about that song." He states plainly. 

"No, Jeremy. I don't know. I know the same artist has been playing in the bar all night long, I would recognize that voice anywhere, but I couldn't tell you who it is. You happy now? Do you feel like you've won?" I ask, grit in my voice as the feeling of disappointment begins to wrap itself uncomfortably around my ribcage. "Hell, I even know the next line." I laugh quietly to myself, lovesick or maybe seasick swaths of tension washing over me. 

"Sing me the next line then." He sits back in his seat, crossing his arms. He is really trying to prove this fucking point. Motherfucker. I want to say 'fuck you' and 'I have nothing to prove to you' or maybe I just want to throw a drink in his face. Too bad I finished mine. Lucky fucking bastard. 

"I don't sing." I look at him, eyes boring into his.

"But you've been singing all night!" He jests, leaning closer to me across the table. 'Keep going' my brain screams, my body staying firm in stance. I will not let Jeremy win. 

"I've been jamming all night, there's a difference. Singing is a skill, and I don't have it." He tries to grumble about the fact that I am 'stalling' because I 'don't know the next line'. I flip him off from across the table, but he just keeps flashing me that shit eating grin of his. I stand somewhere between a swoon and a keel at his expression, swaying back and fourth a bit. With a shake of my head I give in, "The next line is, 'under your spell, you're a cold hard killer and you know all the things you do, you do it well.'" I lean back into my seat, self satisfied, while also trying to gain the upper hand in the situation. 

Jeremy makes a sort of wrong buzzer sound and I can't help but stare at him, a stupid look absolutely plastered on my face. He leans back into his chair, letting his body slouch down, wearing a knowingly satisfied smirk. I curse him out in my head, words that would make a sailor blush. 

"You got the words wrong, Mama." He sips his beer, a smile of victory plastered to his face. 

"No I didn't!" I exclaim. "And don't call me that! I am not your mother". Fuck, if this man has a mommy kink, it will be so much easier to walk away. Not his mother, but maybe, just maybe his cum slut, if he'd ask nicely. 

"Yeah, you got it wrong, sweetheart," He winks at me, and a frustrated sigh escapes my lips. Maybe I am fucked.  "Its not 'cold hard killer' it's 'cold heart killer'." He corrects, emphasizing the mistake. 

"Oh, yeah? And how exactly do you know that?" I ask, "Are you even sure you know it? For a fact?" I punctuate my words with a slap to the table after each one. "You seem a bit too confident." I tease a bit. 

"I damn well better know it." He chuckles, "I wrote it for fucks sake." 

"Oh bullshit," I jest back, laughing, not missing a single beat, "Fool me once, shame on you, but fool me twice." I drag my finger around the rim of my empty glass, a smirk playing on my lips. Jeremy sits forward, almost leaning across the table, eyes searching my face for some unknown inkling. 

"You really don't know who I am, do you?" Jeremy questions me with slight humor, pulling at the label of his bottle again. I roll my eyes at him, not offering a spoken answer. I can't believe he's asking me that again, like he is some sort of A-List motherfucker who can't go anywhere without being swarmed. No one else has given a flying fuck about him sitting here in this bar, so why would I be any different?

Jeremy slides out his seat and rounds to my side of the table carefully, moving only an inch at a time. He eyes me tentatively before swiveling my seat with me in it. Before I can interject, he slots himself between my knees, fingertips gliding slowly up the tops of my thighs. Fuck, fuck, fuck. His touch sends a volt of anxiety laced excitement from my heart down into my stomach. I try and keep a straight face, not offering him any sort of satisfaction from gaining a reaction. 

"One," I lean back into my seat, creating only a couple more inches between us, "You sound like a pretentious asshat when you ask that." I can feel my heart begin to pick up pace beneath my ribcage, thumping against it vigorously. I do my best to keep my breathing even as be begins to trace light patterns into the tops of my thighs with his fingertips. "I do not know you, but even if I did, you wouldn't be able to get away with pulling stupid shit like letting me win games." 

"Just when I thought I couldn't like you more," Jeremy chuckles before grabbing onto my beltloops quickly, sliding me to the edge of the stool. We now exist chest to chest, his breath ghosts over my lips as he tilts his head teasingly to the side like he is going to lean in and put me out of my misery. Boy, I am in deep. I keep my left hand next to my thigh, gripping onto the seat below me so hard my knuckles are white. My right hand reaches up, crossing over my body, pushing against his as my fingers come to graze the skin of my neck where his lips once were. I swear the skin still tingles a bit, like a memory flashing and crackling over the expanse of my skin. 

I should push him away now but his cologne is fueling the ache in my soul, heating it up and thawing it out in a twisting of cold-hot strain. Every part of my body yelling out to my brain to stop thinking so much- to just shut the fuck up, but I speak anyway. 

"Two," My voice comes out breathy, just over a whisper, he leans away just a fraction of an inch, and I lean forward, trying to make up the space. The enterprise bouncing between us is electric, but neither of us are willing to lean forward just the littlest bit more to close the kiss, the energy building and building without an end in sight. Bending and folding like the expanses of space, ever reaching and unbothered in its intensity. 

"What is 'two' sweetheart?" Jeremy's voice is low and sultry. His eyes bounce from my eyes to my lips repeatedly, like he's trying to make me break first. His fingers are still slipped through my beltloops as he holds me in place firmly. I almost want to crawl out of my skin, but not in the sickly twisted way, but in the oversensitive touch starved way.  I let me hand wander up his arms carefully, fingertips just grazing over his warm skin. If he is going to play, so am I. 

"Two," I manage, a little more firm this time, "I'm starting to think that if you don't clue me in soon, you aren't going to clue me in at all." He sighs, letting his fingers slip from their place on my hips. A thought flashes through his eyes, so quick I almost miss it. Almost. 

He pulls my hand away from my neck, raising it to place a sobering kiss to the inside of my wrist. He carefully places it on his shoulder, allowing me to lace my fingers behind his neck. It takes everything in me not to card my fingers through his feather soft hair. We are sharing far-sighted breathes now as he barely skims the fabric of my shirt with his knuckles. 

"I want to make you a deal." He whispers, his movements steady. I can barely feel him touching my sides but my grip on his neck doesn't falter- mostly out of fear that if I were to let go, I'd drift out of this moment, away from his captivating stare and the scent of his cologne that is making me love drunk and touch faded. I just nod at him curiously, taking my bottom lip between my teeth. He groans a bit, leaning in more, before catching himself and pulling back just enough to look me in the eye. 

"If you keep that up, I'm not going to be able to concentrate." He whispers, a light chuckle leaving his lips. His tongue darts out of his mouth to wet his lips. 

"Just make me that deal, Jer." I unclasp my hands, fingertips raking through the hair at the nape of his neck- a losing battle with myself. A low, barely audible noise escapes his lips and it takes everything in me not to pull him into me and devour his lips. 

"You let me take you home tonight and have my way with you, and in the morning, I'll give you my last name. Then, you can hop on the internet and cyber stalk me until your heart is content."

I think on his offer for a moment, his breath ghosting against my lips making it hard to concentrate.

Going home with a man I don't know who has an ego the size of Wisconsin is both a red flag and a complete turn on. His touch on my sides becomes more firm, knuckles following the raises and dips of my ribcage as he pushes into the soft flesh of my flank. If I were any other time, maybe two months ago, maybe two years from now, I would have pushed him back and gotten up without another word, leaving him high and dry, and maybe a little stung crested. But now? Fuck, he makes my head spin and I can't seem to find any place worth being that isn't underneath the expanse of his hands, his lips, his body. 

"You just have to tell me one thing first," He begins, slowly teasing his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue again. I can feel the blood begin to birth a blush under my cheeks just thinking about his next words. Jeremy chuckles as he slides his hands down to my ass, gripping the flesh with a tightened grasp.

I let my hands travel down the plains of his chest, then down his abs, feeling the taught muscle. I get to the hem of his tee-shirt, his eyes boring into mine as I travel under it before digging my fingertips underneath the waistband of his jeans causing his already half lidded eyes to fall shut, his head falling backwards with anticipation. 

I have him, for the first time I feel like I have some sense of mastery over the way he feels. I watch as he takes a couple of deep, scabrous breathes. He looks as if he is trying to untangle his thoughts without knowing where they begin or end with the way he grimaces. And fuck, that look on his face is sexy, and it's sexy to know I am the one who has driven him to this point, on the precipice of a deadly encounter.  I let my thumbs drag over the burning skin that sits just above his waistband, a low moan escaping from his barely part lips as he relaxes his expression.

"Do you," He begins, head still leaned back, attempting to compose himself. It doesn't work.  He squeezed my ass, grip firm and unrelenting. I try and pull him even closer by his jeans, but our bodies are already pressed together. He dips his head down finally lips grazing the rings in my ear, "Or do you not want me to have my way with you?"

A small, strangled groan leaves my lips at his words, body frozen in the magnetic field of lust we've built between us. I screw my eyes shut, trying to make any concrete thought leave my brain as he loosens the grip of his hands from my body. Each less point of pressure sends off warning bells in my mind, I feel like if he were to let go, I'd surely sink, sink so deep I'd drown. 

I can feel his eyes on me, waiting for an answer, but all I can focus on is the way the knuckles of his right hand graze over the peaks of my clothed chest before gliding up my throat, tilting my head up by the chin to look him in the eye. His other hand grips my thigh, his fingertips digging deep into the fullness of it- his touch keeping me on the surface, still gasping, tamping and sputtering. 

I could completely loose myself in his touch. Relinquishing all power just to feel his body on mine- to feel myself actually breathe again. I don't need to think when I am beneath his touch; all I need to do is feel. Sense the palpations, letting the energy that flows between us take me out like the waters of the coast. 

"Bub, I asked you a question, a question I expect an answer to before this can go any further." His words are stern, but full of honey, dripping sticky and sweet from on lips. Finally, I break my eyes open, looking deep into his. Air floods my lungs, burning as it comes and stinging as it goes. The lapis ocean of his eyes could have swallowed me whole right there, and I would've been okay with the lack of breath in my lungs from that moment on. 

"Yes, sir." I swallow thickly, my own confidence catching me off guard, "Take me."

He groans before grabbing my face with both of his hands and eagerly linking our lips together in an almost sinful display of teeth and lips and tongues.

I don't know how long we made out like that for before we finally broke away from each other. The vitality between us morphing, expanding, swallowing us whole, the only solace is the embrace we hold each other in as the world swims and swirls around us. I can feel the saliva begin to chap my lips but I can't find a way to care, after all, the way he's looking at me was far from innocent and I couldn't wait to get my hands up under his shirt. 

We are interrupted by the loud and obvious clearing of someone's throat, causing Jeremy to whine in annoyance, but we keep our focus on each other. "If you two could take your lust filled starring contest somewhere else so I could close this bar, I would greatly appreciate it." Tanner grabs our empty glasses from the countertop and I could barely wave goodbye before Jeremy was gathering my things and pulling me out towards the parking lot.

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