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A Crush On Eddie Pt. 2

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: SMUTTY SMUT. unprotected piv, oral (m & f) receiving, double penetration, drinking, smoking (i’m sure i missed something)

Word Count: 5959

Summary: Your relationship with Eddie is going great. But what happens when your best friend gets a little jealous? Part 2 of A Crush On Eddie.

A/N: i got too excited to post this so it’s not read through, not edited, you get it. i had no idea where i was going with this, but i think it’s pretty good so hopefully you do too!

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Just as the two of you are drifting to sleep in each other’s arms, there’s a knock at the door. You both sit up and listen to the person knock again, louder. “Hello? You guys in there?”

You look at Eddie with wide eyes, “It’s Steve.”

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Scrambling out of bed, you pull your dress back down. Eddie is on his feet and pulling his jeans back on as you walk to the front door.

“Steve? What are you doing here? And why are you…wet?” You look him up and down. Steve’s hair is soaked with water and his clothes are wet.

He glances behind himself and says, “It’s raining. I was on my way home from Robin’s and I ran out of gas down the street and I walked here. I didn’t have a gas can.” He glances behind you, “Shit. Sorry. I forgot about your date. I’ll just walk to the gas station, I’m sure they sell gas cans there.”

You look over your shoulder and see Eddie leaning against the wall behind you. “Don’t be stupid, it’s raining, you can come in.” You turn back to grab Steve’s arm before he leaves.

As you pull Steve inside, you hear Eddie say, “Want a beer, Harrington?” He’s already on his way to your kitchen.

You hear your cabinets opening and Steve plops down on the couch as he rolls his eyes, “Jeeze. He’s already making himself right at home, isn’t he? So, guess you had a good time on your date.” Steve looks annoyed as if he didn’t want you to actually have fun.

“God, Steve, what is your problem with Eddie?” You’re trying to whisper so you can’t be heard from the kitchen. You know that in high school Steve and Eddie hung out in very opposite crowds. In fact, you’re pretty sure you remember Steve almost bullying him. Not that Eddie ever seemed to care, but still.

Steve just shrugs his shoulders as Eddie returns from the kitchen carrying three beers and a bag of chips.

Suddenly you can feel hot liquid seep into your underwear and you shift uncomfortably.

Eddie looks at you with a knowing smirk before turning to Steve, “So what have you been up to?” Steve mumbles something you can’t make out. “Oh come on Harrington, isn’t it time we got along? High school was three years ago.”

Taking a sip of his beer and nodding, “Sure. Munson.”

Nervously, you glance between them both. You’ve never seen Steve seem so annoyed. And you really don’t know Eddie all that well to tell what he’s feeling.

Eddie chuckles and puts his elbows on his knees to lean forward, “Okay. Well, I’m just saying, I don’t have any hard feelings towards you. You’re my girlfriend’s best friend and I’d like us to get along. Alright man?”

Steve leans back and looks at you with raised eyebrows, “Girlfriend?” You shrug your shoulders and nod. A silent I’ll tell you later. Looking back at Eddie, “Okay. Okay. You’re right. I’m sorry for being an asshole to you in high school. I’ll…uh…I’ll be friendly.”

This seems to appease Eddie and he claps his hands together. “Well alright! I’ll take you to get some gas in the morning. I’m sure Y/N won’t mind us both staying the night, will you, princess?”

You blush at Eddie’s new nickname for you. “No… uh, not at all.”

Eddie finishes his beer and with a barely noticeable wink at you, excuses himself to bed saying he’s exhausted.

As you’re grabbing extra blankets and pillows to make a bed for Steve on your couch, you catch him staring at you. “Yes?”

He sighs, “Munson, really?” He’s rolling his eyes.

You spend the next hour catching Steve up on everything that’s happened since you last spoke earlier today. And when you’re done, you can tell Steve is happy that you’re happy. Even if it’s going to take him a while to warm up to Eddie.

After telling Steve goodnight, you walk quietly into your room and change into pajamas and snuggle up next to Eddie. The last thing you hear before you succumb to sleep, “Mmm. goodnight, princess.”

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When you wake up in the morning, the other side of your bed is empty. You wipe the sleep from your eyes as you make your way to the living room. Seeing that it’s empty, you head into the kitchen, but that’s empty too. Where are they? You see that someone has made a pot of coffee so you pour yourself a mug and sit at your small dining table.

You’re about to call Robin, when she, Eddie, and Steve burst through the door in a fit of giggles.

“Oh my god and that girl was totally not into you! You never listen!” Robin punches Steve in the arm before turning to you. “Steve just got shot down at the gas station. It. Was. Brutal.”

Steve notices your confused expression, “Oh yeah, Eddie drove me to the gas station. Didn’t want to wake you. I figured we’d pick Robin up on the way. We have a shift at the video store in half an hour.”

“It looks like you guys are getting along?”

“Yep. Harrington and I are just about the best of friends now.” He grabs Steve’s shoulder and shakes him.

“You, uh, yeah, you can just call me Steve, you know.”

Ignoring Steve, Eddie walks towards you to hold your face in his hands, thumbs caressing your temples. “Goodmorning, princess.” He whispers, before planting a gentle kiss to your lips.

“As sweet and gross as this is, we better go.” Robin loops her arm through Steve’s before thanking Eddie and closing the door behind them.

“I’m glad you’re starting to like my friends.”

“I don’t like them nearly as much as I like you.” Eddie moves his hands down to graze the tops of your thighs. “And I definitely don’t like them as much as I like this.” He moves one hand to run over your clit through the thin fabric of your shorts.

You gasp as you stare into his unblinking eyes. He’s tugging at the waistband of your shorts as you lift up to let him pull your clothing down and off your body.

He pulls your hips towards him so the lower half of your body is hanging off the chair and pulls your legs apart, kneeling between them. “Let me taste you.” He grazes his mouth from your chest to your core before licking a stripe through your folds. He’s flicking his tongue up and down, slowly at first. Your hands fly to his curls and grip tightly. The tighter you pull, the faster his tongue moves.

Moans escaping, you breathe out, “Eddie.” You slip farther down the chair as he grips your hips tightly, pulling you closer to his face. Just the sight of him on his knees with his mouth between your legs, sends shivers through your body.

Eddie feels your body tense as you begin to come undone. He moves his tongue faster before settling on the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking. As your orgasm takes over you’re squirming beneath his touch. He licks you one last time before pulling away and leaving you gasping for air. He watches you for a moment before saying, “Feel good?” Nodding your head, you move to unbuckle his belt. “Not right now, I’ve got to go.”

He slips your panties and shorts back onto your legs and you stand to pull them up. “When will I see you again?”

“Tomorrow night. We’re playing at the bar again. I told Steve and Robin this morning. I’ll pick you guys up tomorrow night.” He envelops you in a tight hug, giving you kisses on the top of your head before moving down to your lips.

When you close the front door behind Eddie, you turn and slide down to the ground. You’ve hardly spent any time with him, yet you’re overcome with just how much you already miss him.

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“Honestly Steve, do you actually think you’re going to get a girl’s number tonight? Wishful thinking if you ask me.” You’ve been listening to Steve and Robin bicker for the last couple of hours. They’ve come over to hang out before Eddie picks up all three of you.

“You’re just not giving me enough credit. The ladies love me!” Steve’s been trying to make a bet with Robin on how many numbers he can get, but she’s not biting.

“Can you guys stop arguing for a second and tell me if you hate my outfit?” You’re wearing a leather jacket over a short leather skirt and black top. Even though Eddie seems infatuated with you, you’re still nervous. You still want to impress him.

“You look great, tell her she looks great.” Robin stands up to twirl your body around as Steve says that you do, in fact, look great.

You’re all sitting around, laughing, and finishing your drinks as you hear Eddie’s van pull up. You’re too excited to wait for him to knock on the door and you drag both of your friends to meet him at the van.

You throw your arms around his neck as Eddie gets out of the driver’s seat. He slides his arms around your waist saying, “Miss me?”

“Mhm. Missed this.” You kiss his soft lips.

“Barf.” Robin climbs in the back quickly followed by Steve.

Laughter fills the van as you all joke around on the way to the bar. When you pull up Eddie helps you out, “I’ve gotta help the guys unload. I’ll see you after the show.” He gives you a quick smack on your ass as you and your friends head into the bar.

Eddie stares at you throughout the show. Butterflies flutter in your stomach each time despite the fact that you’ve already had him inside of you. Already had his mouth on your core.

It’s just you and Steve sitting at the same little table as the previous times. Robin has seen an old friend and has been glued to her side for the last few songs.

“I know I used to rag on Eddie all the time, but I guess he’s really not a bad guy. And I can see that he makes you happy, which is really great.” Steve says this nonchalantly as if a couple days ago he wasn’t complaining about him.

You swirl your second and last beer of the night around in the bottle, “Aw, you didn’t call him Munson.” Steve rolls his eyes at you, shut up. He points to the stage with his bottle, you turn to see Eddie staring at you. He gives you a wink before announcing their last song of the night.

When the show is over, Eddie takes a seat at your table.

“You’re not helping the other guys pack up?”

“Nah. They can handle it, I’d rather sit with the most gorgeous girl in this bar.” He pulls your arm to him and kisses the top of your hand.”

“This is my cue to go find Robin.” Steve throws his bottle in a trash can on his way across the bar.

You and Eddie talk for a while before you’re ready to go. It might be the exhilaration of a brand new relationship or the memories of how good he made you feel, but you’ve never been happier than you are while sitting in a dirty bar talking to him. He makes you laugh and smile while he acts like you’re the only person in a crowded room. You think of how cliche that sounds and then you wonder if maybe some cliches are true.

You find Steve and Robin mingling with some of her friends. After they say their goodbyes, you make your way out to the van. Following behind the two boys, you and Robin are joking about Steve’s inability to get a girl’s number. He turns around and gives you both a mean look eliciting loud laughs from both of you.

He turns back to Eddie and continues talking excitedly about something. You love that they’re getting along so you happily crawl in the back of the van to let Steve ride in the passenger seat.

You drop off Robin first and on the way to Steve’s house, you take in your surroundings. There’s pillows and blankets filling the back making it cozy. Laying your head back on a pillow, you let your mind wander and imagine Eddie taking you right there in the back of his van.

You poke your head up front after realizing you’d pulled up to your house without dropping off Steve. “Oh I figured we’d hang out for a little?” Both boys look at you expectantly. You’d been thinking about Eddie being inside of you all night, but you nodded ‘yes’ before heading inside.

You’re enjoying spending time with your best friend and new boyfriend. You’re surprised they’re getting along so soon and so easily. You remember the two men hating each other just a few short years ago. You laid on the couch with your feet on Eddie’s lap and watched them banter and joke together. They were both laughing and you’re so happy they’re having so much fun together.

You don’t even notice you’ve fallen asleep until you’re awoken by Eddie scooping you up to take you to bed. “G’night, man. Take you home in the morning.” You hear Eddie whisper to Steve.

“Did you get him blankets? I have some in the closet.” You mumble against your boyfriend’s chest.

“Steve got them.” Eddie lays you down on the bed before throwing his shirt and jeans on the small dresser. He sits on the edge of the bed to help you undress. As he pulls your shirt up, his fingers brush over your chest and you moan at the touch. He glances towards your face, “Hmm? Is my sleepy girl wanting something?” Throwing your shirt to the ground, he moves down and pulls your skirt down, tossing that too, to the floor. His fingers brush over your core and you let out another moan. “Oh?” He slides down the bed, kissing your folds beneath the fabric of your panties. You’re writhing under his touch, “Oh, but baby, you’re so tired.” You can almost hear the smirk on his face.

“Not too tired, Eddie.” Reaching down to feel his hair, “Please.”

“You gotta be quiet, okay?” He pulls your underwear down your legs, off your body and they land next to the rest of your clothing. He runs his tongue quickly up and down your slit as you gasp. Replacing his tongue, his fingers move to slide up and down before he inserts one, then another. You’re trying so hard to be quiet, but his fingers pumping in and out of you feels so good. Covering your mouth with your hand, you moan quietly. Eddie stares up at you, loving the way you look while you’re trying to control yourself.

After a few more pumps of his fingers, he pulls them out and crawls towards you. With his body pressing into yours he kisses your lips, roughly, sliding his hands to your hair and pulling your head to the side. He whispers into your ear, “Quiet, remember?” You nod yes and he moves to take his boxers off. One hand still in your hair, the other moves to grab his hard cock and press the tip to your entrance. “Is this what you want? You’re sure you’re not too tired?” He’s teasing you and you can’t take it.

“Eddie, I need you.”

Without warning he shoves himself inside of you and you let a moan escape. Moving his hand to cover your mouth he whispers, “Quiet, baby. You don’t want Steve to hear us, do you?” Eddie seems to be enjoying this. He’s thrusting into you roughly, gripping your hair in one hand and sliding the other to your hip.

You’re trying desperately to stifle your moans, but Eddie is taking you furiously. Pausing for just long enough to flip you onto your stomach and pull you to your knees, he lines himself up and rams back into you. You’re caught off guard and let another moan escape. Eddie helps you lean up and back towards him, “Quiet, Princess.”

His thrusts grow faster and faster and you’re shoving your head into the pillow to keep from screaming. He slides one arm underneath your chest to lift you up towards him, not slowing his movements. You can’t control yourself and let out a loud moan before Eddie shoves you back to the bed and covers your mouth with his ringed fingers. “Shh. I’m gonna take my hand away and you’re going to be quiet.” He removes his hand from your mouth to grab both of your hips, angling you so he can reach deeper.

Your hand moves to replace his, stifling your sounds as best you can. You can feel your climax nearing and you clench around Eddie. You pull your hand away from your mouth to whisper, “I’m gonna cum.”

Eddie moves his hands from your hips to grab your wrists. He pulls your arms behind you, grabbing both wrists in one hand before putting the other back on your hip. “That’s it, baby.”

Your mind goes blank as your liquid spills around Eddie’s cock. You can feel him throb before releasing his own orgasm inside of you.

“You did so good, Princess.”

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Steve is lying on the couch trying to sleep, but he can hear you and Eddie. Your soft moans that he can tell you’re trying to quiet. The bed creaking as Eddie thrusts in and out of you. He’s really not trying to listen, but he can’t help it.

He’s never thought of you in any way but as his best friend, but your moans are making the bulge in his underwear grow. He’s picturing what Eddie is doing to you and a small part of him wishes it was him pounding into you.

He’s imagining his hands running down your body until he reaches your wetness. Sliding his fingers into you, feeling your walls clenching down. He thinks about how you taste and the look on your face when he makes you cum.

Steve knows this isn’t right. You’ve been his best friend for years, but now he’s wondering what his cock would look like in your mouth.

Another moan sounds from the bedroom and he can’t take it any longer. Unbuttoning his belt and opening his jeans just enough to reach his hand in and lazily stroke himself to the thought of you.

As his hand moves up and down his length, the creaking of the bed grows louder and faster, the noises you’re making are still muffled, but he can hear them. His hand moves faster and faster until he knows he’s going to cum. He stops and waits.

Listening and waiting closely for the sounds from your bedroom to grow quiet, he pulls his hand out of his underwear. Eventually, all he hears is silence and he quietly makes his way to the bathroom.

Pulling his jeans down just enough, he pumps himself until he releases trying to keep his breathing quiet and even. Cleaning himself up, he tiptoes back to the couch.

As he’s trying to sleep, he replays your moans over and over in his head.

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It’s been a week since Steve has seen you. Between your work schedules, you’ve both been pretty busy. You’ve told Robin all about your new relationship with Eddie though. And in her excitement that you’re happy, she’s made sure to tell him everything. Steve only feels a little jealous at the things Robin has told him. Well, maybe more than a little.

Every night he’s thought about what he heard coming from your bedroom. And what he did to himself on your couch. He’s thought about you every time he’s in the shower and his hand lowers to his length.

So when you invite him to a party at Eddie’s trailer tonight, he’s uncharacteristically nervous.

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You see Robin and Steve walk through the door with one of Robin’s friends from band that she’d invited.

“You guys made it!” You excitedly run up to pull your two best friends into a hug. “I’ve missed you this last week, Steve!”

“Me too.” He says, holding you a bit longer than normal.

You’ve spent the beginning of the party meeting the rest of Eddie’s band mates and some of his friends. You’re introducing Steve and Robin to a group of people, when Eddie comes up behind you and pulls you to him, “There’s my girl, I’ve been looking for you. Hey guys!” He nods towards your two friends. “You guys want a drink? There’s a cooler outside, or probably some beers in the fridge.

You spend most of the party hanging on Eddie’s side and more than a few times you notice Steve giving you an odd look before glancing away when you notice him. “What’s up with Steve?” You ask Robin as she drags you into the bathroom.

“I have no idea, he’s been weird lately. Anyway, there’s this totally cute girl here, she’s friends with some of my band friends? I’m way too nervous to talk to her, but if you can’t find me, I’ll be with them, okay? If you find out what’s wrong with Steve, come find me, yeah?” Robin gives your arms a squeeze before rushing back out of the small bathroom.

Following behind her, your eyes scan the faces in the trailer. You’re looking for Steve. After asking a few people where he is, you find him standing by one of the coolers outside, a cigarette dangling in his mouth. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking, like, all over for you.” You take a seat on top of the cooler next to him.

“You know, mingling.” He flicks the ashes off his cigarette, “So, the party’s fun. How are things with you and The Frea-. I mean Eddie.”

“Jesus, Steve, I thought you guys were friends now. Everything is good. He’s really great, honestly. Who would’ve thought?” You’re smiling and Steve smiles back down at you. He really is happy that you’re so happy. He just wishes it could be him.

“That’s really nice, Y/N. I’m happy for you.” He takes one last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out on the ground. He holds his arm up and you loop yours through his. “Come on, let’s get back inside.”

The rest of the night consists of drinking, dancing, and laughing. You catch Robin’s eye from across the room and see that she’s giving you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen, followed by two thumbs up signs.

As the party winds down, Robin finds you and Steve in the kitchen. “Don’t hate me, Steve, but I think I’m gonna go…” She glances towards the group she’s been with.

“Seriously, Robin, don’t worry about it. Have fun. Good luck with the girl.”

“We can still give you a ride home!”

You can tell she feels bad, “Oh my god, Robin, Steve can stay here tonight. Go. Have fun. And call me tomorrow!” You give her a hug before she skips back to her other group of friends.

Steve is looking at you with wide eyes. “Hey, I can walk home. Or find another ride.”

Just as Steve says this, Eddie walks in. “No way, man, crash on the couch. We don’t care.” He slips past you, planting a kiss on your cheek before grabbing a beer from the fridge and heading back to the other room.

You and Steve return to the living room and see that the only person left is Eddie’s friend, Gareth. Eddie is sitting on the couch and you settle onto his lap, resting your head on his shoulder. “Hi baby, Gareth is just waiting for his ride.” His hands move to rub small circles onto your lower back.

You listen to all three of the boys talk excitedly about something that you’re not fully paying attention to. You can’t focus because your boyfriend has slid his hand lower, snaking it towards your front to rest just above your core. The other two don’t seem to notice, but Eddie knows just what he’s doing to you. He knows you can’t resist him and even his hand lying still a few inches above your sex makes your heart beat faster. You glance up at him and he gives you a subtle wink.

A car beeps outside and Gareth rises from his chair next to Steve, “Alright man, my ride’s here. See ya.”

Eddie waves at Gareth and turns back to the other boy. Steve has noticed Eddie’s ringed fingers circling the space below your belly button. He’s been trying not to look for the last half hour, but he keeps stealing glances. “I’ll grab you some blankets, Harrington.” Eddie slides you off his lap and heads to the back of the trailer.

“I hope you had fun, Steve. You were acting a little weird earlier, you okay?” You tilt your head at him.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine.” He lifts his beer to his lips and tips it back, taking one long swig. You notice he avoids making eye contact with you.

You’re about to press him more, but Eddie returns with blankets and a pillow setting them down on the couch. “Here you go. You guys staying up? I’m gonna drink one more beer.” He traces a hand lightly over your shoulders before heading outside to the cooler, pulling a cigarette out of the pack on the table.

The second the door closes you turn towards Steve. “Please tell me what’s wro-”

“I heard you two the other night.” He cuts you off before you can finish.

Your cheeks flush and you can feel them getting red. “I-uh-oh, wow.” You’re not sure what to say. Steve heard you and that’s why he’s been acting so strange. He can’t even look you in the eye.

“I wasn’t, like, trying to or anything so don’t get all freaked out, okay?” He gets up from the chair and sits next to you on the couch, sliding his arm around your shoulders. “Seriously, don’t be embarrassed. It was just…unexpected.”

“Steve. I…really don’t know what to say. I’m sorry?” Now you can’t look him in the eye.

He lets out a low chuckle, “Don’t be sorry. It was hot.” He stills, he didn’t mean to say that. Oh god, I’ve fucked up, he thinks.

“What was hot?” The both of you didn’t even hear Eddie open the door. He hangs his jacket on the coat rack and turns to you.

You can’t help it. You blurt out, “Steve heard us having sex.”

Steve turns his head to look at you, eyes wide, eyebrows raised. Fuck, fuck, FUCK. He’s trying to think of something - anything - to say, but his mind is blank. “You know what, I’m actually just going to walk home.” He stands, but Eddie is already right next to him.

Despite the awkwardness in the air, Eddie has a mischievous smile on his face. “Oh yeah? You heard us?” He slaps a hand on Steve's shoulder making the other man wince before pulling him in for a half hug. “What, you want in? I don’t mind sharing.” He winks at you.

You almost can’t believe your ears. Your boyfriend just suggested sharing you with your best friend. You look between both of the boys with wide eyes, mouth slightly open. Eddie still has that little smile on his face while Steve looks shocked. You can’t form words, you’re too busy still comprehending what was just said.

“Don’t act like you didn’t think about it.” He teases the other boy, grin still stretching across his face. “I won’t be mad, what do you think?” He turns to Steve now waiting for an answer. When he sees Steve nod his head he turns to you, “Baby?” Before you can think, you feel your head move up and down.

Within an instant Eddie is already picking you up and carrying you to the back, to his bed. Turning his shoulder he calls out, “You coming, Harrington?” He nips at your ear before placing you gently on your back and crawling over you to lie next to you. He pats the bed at your other side as Steve appears in the doorway.

Before you know it, you’re sandwiched between both of them. Eddie caressing your chest with Steve lying still next to you. “Don’t be shy.” Your boyfriend says as he starts lifting you shirt over your head.

It seems like that’s all the permission Steve needed. As you lean up to help Eddie pull your shirt off of you, Steve reaches behind you to unhook your bra, throwing it to the side. He’s still nervous and isn’t sure what he should do. He watches as Eddie turns your head toward him, kissing you roughly on the lips before releasing you and turning you to face Steve.

He runs his fingers over your cheek before pulling you in to kiss you, gentler than Eddie had. You twist your upper body to run your hands through his hair. Tugging lightly when you feel your boyfriend's mouth on your peaked nipple, his hands moving to pull off the rest of your clothing.

You let out a low moan into Steve’s mouth as his fingers brush the other side of your chest and Eddie’s fingers circle your clit. He removes his hand and you can feel him moving around on the bed, but you don’t want to stop kissing Steve to see what he’s doing. His hand returns to your core, “Oh yeah? You’re so wet for us, Princess.”

Pulling your lips away, you turn to look at him and see he’s thrown his clothes to the floor. You watch his fingers slide up and down your folds. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Steve undressing.

Your head falls back as Eddie moves to suck and lick you. Steve’s mouth is back on yours as his hands roam over your body. You’re writhing beneath both of their touches, you can’t believe this is happening.

Removing his mouth from yours, Steve slides down next to Eddie. He inserts two fingers as he pulls away to let Steve slide his tongue around your soaking core. You lean up to stare at the sight before you.

Your boyfriend’s fingers sliding in and out of you and your best friend’s mouth sucking on your sensitive bud. “Doesn’t she taste so good.” Eddie is enjoying watching the other man lap at you, your hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer. “You like that, baby?” He moves back up the bed to kiss you.

Steve inserts one, then two, of his fingers while still moving his tongue in circles. He curls them and hits a spot that has you moaning into Eddie’s mouth. You look back down and see your boyfriend slowly stroking himself. “Need more.” You breathe, letting go of Steve’s hair to grab the other man’s cock.

“Hear that? I think she wants more, Harrington.” Steve gives your folds a gentle kiss before climbing on top of you. He looks to Eddie, but your boyfriend just nods and Steve lines himself up before slowly entering you. Leaning on one elbow, his other hand slides around the back of your neck, holding you in place.

You gasp, and snake both your hands under Steve’s arms to pull him closer to you. He can’t believe what he’s doing. He’s fucking his best friend while her boyfriend lies next to them, stroking himself. Steve thrusts deeper into you and you’re holding him tighter and tighter. He can feel your walls clenching around him. “Fuck.” Steve pulls out and grabs your ankles to pull you to the edge of the bed before flipping you onto your stomach.

You’re on your hands and knees when Eddie taps his cock against your mouth. “You wanted more.” He smiles and you take him into your mouth as Steve shoves his length inside of you. You moan around your boyfriend’s cock as your best friend bottoms out inside of you.

Eddie’s hands move to grasp the sides of your head to still you. He thrusts into your mouth as Steve pumps in and out of you, grabbing one of your hips with his other hand on the small of your back. “You’re taking both of us so well, sweetheart.” Your eyes are watering at the sensation of both boys inside of you. Eddie seems to love watching you fuck your best friend while almost choking on him.

“Oh fuck, baby. You’re so tight.” Steve leans forward to whisper in your ear from behind you before moving to trade places with Eddie. Despite already having him inside of you, his words make you blush. Lying down in front of you, he strokes himself.

Eddie lines himself up with your entrance and thrusts into you so hard you fall forward. Steve catches you and leads your mouth to his cock. You moan as you take him into your mouth, his hands moving to caress your chest.

The other man leans forward to push your head down onto Steve. “You’re such a slut for us. You like your boyfriend fucking you while you choke on your best friend’s cock?” Steve’s hands replace Eddie’s as he grips the back of your head, throwing his own back.

Your whole body is vibrating and you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. You moan around Steve’s length as you lose control and release yourself on Eddie. He doesn’t slow his pace instead he fucks into you harder and faster.

Finally releasing you he climbs into the bed and pulls you on your back on top of him. He jerks his head at Steve before inserting himself once more. “How much more do you want, Princess?”

Before you can answer, Steve slides in next to him. You’ve never felt so full in your life. Both men alternate, in and out. You’re moaning loud enough that you’re sure the entire trailer park can hear you. Pulling Steve down towards you, you rake your hands down his back, leaving marks.

Your over sensitive core gushes around both men before you’re left gasping for air, both of them still pumping in and out of you. “You feel that, Steve?”

“Fuck. You have one more for us, baby?” Steve gently runs one hand down your cheek as you nod up and down.

Both of them bucking into you at an unforgiving pace, you manage to mumble, “Feels so good.”

Their paces growing more erratic the closer they get to their peak, you feel your walls clench around them. Dropping your head onto Eddie’s chest you hear him, “That’s it, baby. You did so good.”

Eddie is the first to finish and you feel him release deep inside of you, not exiting as Steve follows close behind. Your whole body is filled with warmth as both men fill you with their cum.

Steve slumps down onto the bed and pulls you in between him and Eddie. “That was amazing.”

Eddie turns on his side, snaking his arm around your stomach and pulls you to his chest. “Our girlfriend is amazing.”

Turning your head to kiss Eddie before turning back to kiss Steve, “I’m so tired.”

Both men laugh and snuggle closer to you. Eddie holding your waist and Steve’s hand around your head, forehead touching yours.

As you drift to sleep, you think there’s no better place to be than between your two boys.

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mattitties · 2 months

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sworn enemy - matt sturniolo

I don’t have many enemies in my life. I try to get along with most people, and even if I don’t like them, I do my best to be friendly no matter what. But there’s one person that I absolutely cannot stand: Matt Sturniolo.

I moved to LA about six months ago, and the triplets were some of the first people I met. I got close with Nick first, then Chris, and I attempted to get close with Matt, but he was so closed off and became outwardly rude to me every interaction we had. I have no idea why he hates me so much, but I will not tolerate him giving me that kind of attitude for no reason when I’ve tried to be his friend.

So I don’t try anymore. I’m over at their house more than I’m at mine, and I’ve gotten to the point of completely ignoring that asshole when he comes into the room. Is it rude to ignore someone in their own home? Sure, but none of this would be happening if he didn’t make it abundantly clear from day one that he has no interest in being my friend.

Nick and Chris invited me over tonight to watch a movie, so of course I accepted. Despite everything with Matt, I absolutely adore Nick and Chris and would never turn down an opportunity to spend time with them.

“Helloooo,” I say when I walk into the living room, where they’re already setting up the movie.

“Hey!” Nick smiles as he gives me a hug. “Movie’s almost ready, you wanna get some snacks?”

I nod and head to the kitchen, saying hello to Chris in the process. I’m so invested in rummaging through their fridge that I don’t even notice Matt walk into the room until he groans.

“Oh joy, look who’s here!” he says as I turn around.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bother you,” I tell him as I grab some drinks. “Just go back to your cave and it’ll be like I’m not even here!”

He rolls his eyes. “I can feel your presence even from there. Seriously, who invited her?”

“We did,” Chris says. “Come on dude, isn’t this getting a little old? It’s time to get over whatever dumb shit you have against her and grow up.”

Matt shakes his head as he takes a box of Goldfish to the couch. “Nah, I’m good. So what are we watching?”

“Oh, so now you wanna watch with us?” I ask. “Two seconds ago you were acting like it was the end of the world that I’m here.”

“Well, this is my house, and I should be able to watch a movie in my house even when little annoying creatures are sitting on my couch,” he smiles sarcastically at me.

I say nothing in response. He’s such a dick.

“Oh, before I forget, do you want to come to TopGolf tomorrow night with us and our friends?” Chris asks me.

“I wish, but I’m going to a bar tomorrow night with my roommate,” I tell him.

“No worries, we’ll go another time. Matt’s not going either because he’s just too good for all of us, isn’t that right Matt?” Chris teases and pokes Matt’s stomach, earning a punch to his upper arm from Matt.

I roll my eyes at Matt’s clear inability to have any fun and sit back as the movie begins.

I should not have gone out tonight. I’m having the worst night. I should have gone to TopGolf with Chris and Nick. All my life choices are being regretted.

My roommate is currently in the bathroom probably sucking some random guy off, and I have somehow gotten in the middle of two drunk guys fighting over god knows what. The place is crowded and I’m being swallowed in a sea of people as I desperately try to get away from the fight before punches start being thrown.

I’m unsuccessful.

In the midst of the chaos, one of the guys accidentally nails me right in the eye as he goes to hit the other. He doesn’t even notice and continues going after him, but other people do notice. I really wish they hadn’t. I want nothing more than to just get out of there.

I push my way to the entrance and ignore the small crowd of people following me and asking if I’m okay.

“I’m fine,” I tell them, speeding up and breathing a sigh of relief when I make it outside.

The pain in my eye doesn’t even register until I open my camera and see it: red, bloody, and already starting to swell. I’m tearing up, and I can’t tell if it’s from the pain or from the disaster that is tonight. I need to go home, but there’s no way I’m going back inside to get my roommate, and she definitely won’t see if I text or call her. I could Uber, but I’m terrified of Ubering alone, especially in Los Angeles at 11 PM. I don’t want to bother Nick and Chris while they’re out, even though I know they would drop everything to get me.

A pit in my stomach rises as I click Matt’s contact name and text him.

are you up? kind of in a situation here and need a ride

Bruh

Call someone else

i wouldn’t ask unless i really needed help

please

I hate how desperate I sound, especially to him, but I’m cold and scared and in pain, so at this point I really don’t care.

Jesus fine where are u

I send him my location and wait. He pulls up ten minutes later, and I do my best to hide my tear stained and bloody face as I get in the car.

“Thank you so much,” I tell him, trying to control my shaky voice. “I’m really sorry, I just–”

“Are you okay?” he asks. I’m barely looking at him, but I can feel him staring at me.

“Yeah, why?”

He turns my face towards him with his thumb. His eyes widen when he sees my eye, which definitely looks worse than it did 10 minutes ago. “Dude! What the fuck happened???”

“Nothing, I’m fine,” I tell him, my eyes starting to well up again.

“You’re not fine. What happened? Who did this to you?”

“Nobody did anything, I swear. Two guys were just fighting and I couldn’t move fast enough and I got hit. It’s my fault, but I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt,” I explain unconvincingly as I start to cry.

“If it doesn’t hurt, why are you crying?”

“Because I just wanna go home, Matt! Can you just take me home?” I sob.

“Okay, okay,” he says gently as he switches gears to drive. “Can I take you to my house? We need to clean up that eye.”

I nod and look out the window as he drives us home. He is the absolute last person I want to see in this state. I know he’s going to use this against me in a few days and he’s never going to let me live it down.

When we get to the triplets’ house, I make a beeline for Matt’s bathroom and look at myself in the mirror.

“Oh my god,” I mumble. I look awful. My eye is completely swollen and it’s turning purple. I have a gash in my cheek. “Why the fuck did I go out tonight?” I say as Matt walks in behind me. “I have to go to work looking like this! I’m not gonna make any tips! People are gonna throw up looking at me!”

“Okay, calm down,” he tells me. “Sit on the toilet. I’m gonna clean it and get you some ice and then you can just chill here, okay?”

I nod and sit down on the toilet lid as he gets a cotton ball and some hydrogen peroxide. He tilts my chin up to look at him. “Little sting,” he mumbles. I scrunch my face at the feeling of the peroxide on the cut. “I know, I’m sorry, almost done.”

He dabs the cut a few times and throws the cotton ball out. “Come on,” he says, motioning me to get up. “Go lay down and I’ll get ice.”

I silently oblige and lay on his bed, giving him a small smile when he returns with some ice chunks in a ziplock bag covered in a paper towel.

“It’s the best I could do,” he says when he hands it to me. “We don’t have any actual ice packs.”

“It’s great, thank you.”

He lays down next to me and turns on the TV. I’m not even paying attention. All I can think about is trying not to ask the one thing I desperately want to know. I almost keep myself from saying it, until it just comes out of my mouth like word vomit.

“Why don’t you like me?”

He looks at me, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. “What?”

I immediately regret everything, but I ask again. “Why don’t you like me? I mean, Nick and Chris both like me, so I would assume you would too, but like… did I do something to you?”

He sits up and turns the TV off. “I dropped everything tonight to come save you from a bar. Why don’t you think I like you?”

“You’re just so mean to me. You have been since the day we met. And I don’t understand what I did to deserve that. If you don’t like me, that’s fine, I just want to know why.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. “I do like you. I never meant to make it seem like I don’t, I thought we were just playing around. Like friends tease each other, ya know?”

“Well yeah, but… you’ve never done anything to make me think we’re friends, so…”

“I’m sorry,” he says. He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something else, but then closes it.

“What?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Nothin. Do you want to stay here tonight? I can get you something to change into.”

“Oh,” I reply, completely taken aback by this. “Yeah… yeah, that would be nice. Thank you.”

He offers me a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt which I take into the bathroom and change into, discarding the ice pack in the process. I take another look in the mirror and sigh.

“God, I look fucking disgusting,” I say when I climb back into his bed.

“You look beautiful,” he says so quietly I have to double check if I even heard him correctly.

“Don’t tell me that just because you feel bad for me.”

“I’m not.” He turns on his side to face me. “You are beautiful.”

“Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?”

His eyes are moving between my eyes and my lips. I’m starting to put the pieces together, and it’s terrifying.

“Because I’m tired of pushing my feelings down and making it your problem,” he says. I don’t say anything, I just give him time to explain. “I didn’t want to like you because you were Nick and Chris’ friend first, and I didn’t want to ruin anything. I thought being a dick would make my feelings go away. It didn’t.”

“I like you, Matt,” I whisper. “I have since I first met you. It made me so sad to think that you didn’t like me. And I’m sorry I’ve also been mean to you.”

“Don’t be sorry, I deserved it,” he says. “Do you still hurt?”

I shake my head. “Not really.”

“Good,” he says before lightly holding my cheek and pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I freeze for a moment, not fully processing what’s happening, and then I hold his wrist and kiss him back, our lips moving perfectly together.

It’s clear that neither of us have any intention of taking it further tonight. We continue to kiss for just a couple minutes until we separate, doing nothing but staring into each others’ eyes.

“Goodnight, Matt,” I say.

“Goodnight.”

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llamagoddessofficial · 4 months

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GRJRHRJDJRJD YOUR FARM SANS STUFF IS MAKING MY BRAIN BUZZZZZZ

What if some rich city dude started vying for Farm Sans' love interest? Like the dude is a total douche, and he turns around and tries to take Sans' girl? >:3

It's probably one of those assholes who buys a second/third home in the countryside, out-pricing local families, so he can have an 'escape' he only lives in for a month out of the year. He's in town to 'get away from it all' for a while.

This dude sets off all of Sans' alarm bells when he flirts with you. With any other person, Sans' reaction would depend on whether or not you were into them. He'd respectfully back off if you genuinely liked someone. But honestly, this douche's vibes are so rancid that Sans is going to be constantly brittle and cold and on the offensive. He has a few tactics up his sleeve.

For one - he uses his community connections. This guy (we'll call him Douche) is NOT welcome here, and Sans rubs it in. Country communities are tight-knit, can be pretty closed off, and are often actively hostile to people like Douche. Douche can barely buy groceries, people either ignore him or speak in cold and brusque tones, the snub from Sans and Papyrus means people will hardly look at him. Not to mention you've been so deeply accepted that it's as if you were born and raised there; nobody wants Douche to win you over. With or without Sans' encouragement, other folk will gossip to you about what a terrible person Douche is. "Oh, don't hang around with his sort, MC. You're such a sweetheart."

Sans is relatively oblivious to how his physique is attractive to you. But he's not oblivious to how physically intimidating he can be. He enjoys casual displays of his overwhelming strength, and the terror he witnesses in Douche's eyes; nothing shuts Douche up faster than having to watch his romantic rival wrangle a bull with just his hands. Sans will wander up to Douche (particularly while Douche is trying to chat you up) holding a sack of grain in one hand like it's nothing - "hey buddy, think you can hold this for me for a few secs?" - and then Sans will watch in glee as Douche tips over under its weight.

... Sans' favourite, though, is playing mind games. He fully leans into the 'dumb country guy' stereotype, acting like he's lazy and stupid, playing up his accent and easygoing tone. Until anytime Douche tries to seem smart. Then, in a searingly faux-friendly manner, Sans nitpicks him apart, correcting him on even the most complicated issues. "hey man, pretty sure socrates said that, not plato." "actually it's gravitational lapsing that causes that effect. lensin' is somethin' else entirely." "well i don't know about no NFTs... but i do know the blockchain is only as strong as its weakest link, an' deregulation makes it impossible to recover any phished money. seems like an inherently flawed system and no real way to store yer hard earned cash. but what do i know?" This also doubles as a way of making Sans look better in front of you, because you had no idea he was so smart.

Douche honestly doesn't stand a chance. But it's fun to watch him flounder.

#llamagines #sans spends a few evil moments of joy watching douche sweat and stumble and strain under the weight of 1 single grain bag #then hes like “here lemme get that for you.”#puts it on his shoulder with 3 other bags and whistles while he walks

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valeskafics · 5 months

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"A Teachable Moment" - Professor!Aemond Targaryen x Professor!Reader

Summary: You get a job at Citadel University and meet public enemy number one (at least to you) - Aemond Targaryen.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, fingering, public fingering, aemond being cunty, office affair ig, slight degradation kink, edging, oral f receiving, jealous aemond, p in v sex, unprotected sex, semi public sex, booty smack lol

Word Count: 5,030 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

Getting a job at the most prestigious university in Westeros is no easy feat, especially in the field of political science. You graduated at the top of your class from Winterfell University and knew you wanted to teach from the moment you took your first class. Your professor, Brandon Stark, was so passionate about the material he taught, no matter how dry it was, that he made you feel passionate about it too. And that’s the kind of professor you’ve always aspired to be.

When Citadel University had an opening after a recent retirement from their political science department, you knew applying was a long shot. You’re young, without the amount of teaching experience you’re sure the other applicants have. But when you have your interview with the head of the political science department, Daemon Targaryen, he sees something in you. Perhaps a reflection of himself when you were his age. You’re charismatic, friendly, and a hard worker. Your letters of recommendation are excellent and, in spite of your young age and relative lack of experience, you have had yourself published in quite a few journals.

So Daemon hires you.

You soon learn that there’s more than a touch of nepotism that goes into the hiring of professors at Citadel U, judging by how many Targaryens are professors there.

Professor Aegon Targaryen. Art History Department.

Professor Helaena Targaryen. Biology Department.

And finally?

The bane of your fucking existence. Professor Aemond Targaryen. Political Science department.

Yes, same department as you, aren’t you lucky?

The first time you meet Aemond Targaryen goes as well as can be expected. You sat in the chair he deemed unofficially his at a department meeting. Of course, he walks up to you, in that white button-down with his sleeves rolled up ever so slightly to reveal his forearms. Gods, this guy is one of those academia sluts, isn’t he? You look up at him, getting ready to introduce yourself. He’s kind of hot-

“You’re in my seat.”

Oh, this fucking guy.

“I’m sorry,” you smile at him, a little too sweet for his taste, your red lipstick stained lips curling into a feigned smile of politeness, “I wasn’t aware that there was assigned seating, Mr…?”

“Professor,” he corrects, “Professor Aemond Targaryen. And you are Miss…?”

“Doctor,” you take the opportunity to correct him and introduce yourself by name, “I have a PhD in Political Science. So the appropriate title is Doctor. Pleasure to meet you, Professor.”

From that day on, you two become sworn enemies. It’s melodramatic and it’s stupid, yes, but gods it’s fun making that man squirm, humbling the egomaniacal asshole like he deserves.

For your part? You resent how seriously Aemond is taken by the academic community. He’s dedicated to his work, most certainly, and he’s well-educated. But he doesn’t have a doctorate. Yet, somehow, everyone seems to think he’s this paragon of intellectualism, the epitome of what a perfect college professor should be. For fuck’s sake, you want to cry out, the man is a nepo baby, he clearly should’ve been required to get a doctorate before being allowed to teach. But, with how wonderful Daemon is as a boss, you choose to say nothing and seethe in silence.

You also resent how fucking attractive he is. Those glasses he wears that sit on the bridge of his nose - fuck, that nose itself… You remember what your best friend Maris said about guys with big noses… And when he rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up, like he had that first day… Gods, those veins and his fucking hands, so goddamn big… The intrusive thought occurs to you that they’d make a very nice necklace-

And Aemond?

He resents that he was the youngest professor at Citadel U before you showed up, taking his title and all of the attention that goes with it. You with your little fucking pencil skirts and stockings with high heels that make your ass look like it deserves to be on the cover of a magazine. You with those red-stained lips that seem to smirk at him disdainfully no matter what he does. Your shrewd, calculating gaze that haunts his fucking dreams.

He’s also more than a little resentful of how easily you get everyone to adore you. Your students practically worship you, while his own are completely terrified of him, though he doesn’t stop to think that this might have to do with his own actions as well. He watches as you befriend his older siblings Aegon and Helaena, developing a close friendship, both of you having such an easy way about you. How Daemon treats you almost as his protege of sorts. You’re easy going and friendly when it comes to anyone and everyone.

Except for him.

It’s funny, he thinks, how your attitude does a complete 180 the minute he enters a room. From being warm and friendly, you immediately switch over to being snide, snarky, and combative. You’re always ready with a quick insult or some backhanded compliment. He doesn’t think you’ve given him one sincere compliment since the day he met you.

Aemond sits at his desk, entering grades for the most recent midterm exam he gave one of his classes. He’s known for being a notoriously harsh grader and, on more than one occasion, you’ve noticed students leaving his office in tears after having asked for extra credit or a re-grade. In all honesty? You realize that he just wants his students to succeed, as much as you do, the two of you just have different ways of going about it.

However, you’d drop dead before you ever fucking admitted to that.

You sit in the Political Science department lounge, eating the last yogurt from the fridge.

Strawberry.

His favorite flavor. You snicker to yourself, knowing he’s going to throw an absolute fit the moment he gets in here. Anticipating that, you’ve chosen to leave one extra button undone on your blouse, showing the slightest hint of your black lace bra, enjoying how fucking flustered he gets in the middle of an argument when he glances down at your cleavage.

You’ve got to play to your strengths, right?

You smirk to yourself, sipping your coffee as Aemond walks in, the door slamming open. You pretend to be minding your own business as he walks to the fridge, letting out a strangled noise of annoyance when he sees the strawberry yogurt is all gone. It takes every ounce of self restraint you have in you to keep from laughing at the sound. So fucking dramatic.

You hear him crossing over to the table where you sit, the legs of the chair beside you scraping against the floor as he pulls it out and takes a seat, glaring at you, “The strawberry yogurt. Really? Was that entirely necessary?”

You turn to face him, taking another spoon of yogurt, smirking to yourself as you part your lips, letting out a low moan as you taste it, making Aemond’s good eye go wide, “I just love strawberry yogurt, sorry, Professor. I think I saw some mango.”

“If I wanted mango,” he manages to say through gritted teeth, “I would’ve picked up mango. I wanted strawberry.”

“Well,” you let out a dramatic sigh, “That’s just too bad, isn’t it? So sorry, Professor, but it would appear they’re fresh out.”

“You’re doing this just to piss me off,” he grinds out, though his eyes don’t leave your lips.

He swallows thickly as your tongue pokes out to lick your lips, his eyes then traveling along your delicate neck to your chest, where he notices you’ve left one more button undone than usual, making his pants feel as if they’re a bit too fucking tight right now, “How’d your midterm go?”

“C plus average,” Aemond says, clearing his throat and looking away from you, “And yours?”

“Oh, wow, mine was a B plus average,” you give him a cheeky smile, “Something wrong with your teaching methods?”

“No, Doctor,” Aemond spits the title venomously, glaring at you, “Perhaps I just make more of an effort at grading my students fairly than simply telling them what they want to hear. They can call me harsh all that they want, but they’ll retain the knowledge from my class in a way they won’t with the way you teach them.”

“You know,” you muse, “Maybe if you were a little less harsh with your students, your nickname wouldn’t be Professor Cuntgaryen.”

You smile at him, saccharine sweet, as you continue eating your yogurt.

Aemond looks almost offended at you bringing up his campus nickname and begins trying to come up with an appropriate response, “And maybe if you were a little more harsh with your students-“

You glance at your wrist, as if looking at an invisible watch before giving Aemond a catlike grin, “Oh, sorry. My daily time limit for talking to people I dislike is all used up. Same time tomorrow?”

Aemond scowls and watches you saunter off, insisting to himself that he is NOT admiring your ass in that pencil skirt. Not one bit.

Then, a slip of paper “falls” out of your hand. And you bend over to pick it up. Right in front of him.

Shit. Alright. Maybe he’s admiring your ass a little bit.

His eye is glued to your form as you leave the lounge and leave him entirely on his own.

Later that day, a bunch of the professors get together for drinks, celebrating the end of grading midterms. It’s a fun little tradition, one that you actually started. Aemond never partakes, of course, being too sophisticated in his own mind to go out for drinks with his peers. You tease him that he just doesn’t know how to have fun.

But tonight? He finally decides to join all of you, if only to prove you wrong. Though he wishes he didn’t, considering how cozy you look sitting in the booth you all occupy, planted between his brother and Cregan Stark. And judging by the looks of it, Cregan seems to want to get even cozier, considering he’s looking at you like a wolf ready to devour its prey.

You continue talking to Cregan, his eyes trained intently on you as you speak, chatting about his abnormal psychology course.

“You’re more than welcome to sit in,” Cregan offers, giving you a grin, “It would be a welcome change from all the freshmen who think they’re going to be the next Clarice Starling and only ask questions about serial killers.”

“Oh, I’d love to sit in on your class!” you smile at him excitedly.

“It’s a date then.”

The words hit Aemond like a punch to the gut. He does not like the idea of you going on a date with Cregan Stark. Not even if it’s just to his fucking classroom to watch his stupid fucking lecture. Aegon meets his brother’s eye and seems to be able to pick up on what he’s thinking.

“I’d love to join too, can I come with you?” Aegon grins, tossing a lazy arm around you, “Still a date?”

You grin at your colleague, and closest friend, nodding, “Yeah, maybe Cregan can evaluate whatever is going on in that nasty little brain of yours.”

“I mean,” Aegon lets out a low whistle, “I’m Freud’s wet dream, let’s be honest.”

The entire table cracks up laughing at his comment, continuing to chat and have a good time. Aemond notices you haven’t touched your drink, nor has he. He recalls Aegon mentioning you’re usually his designated driver, and realizes that must be why. You get a phone call after sometime and excuse yourself to answer it.

Aemond watches you go, as does Cregan. The two stare at each other for a long moment, neither willing to back down.

When you return, Aegon slides in, taking your prior seat beside Cregan, gesturing for you to sit on his other side, between him and Aemond. You cringe slightly and take the seat, doing your best to ignore Aemond. But it’s hard to do that when he rests his hand on your knee, his forefinger drawing small circles on your bare skin. You choke on your drink and Aegon slaps your back, leading you to raise a hand, signaling to him that you’re fine. Aegon shrugs and returns to chatting with Cregan while Aemond’s hand moves further up, under your skirt.

You take a sharp breath, though luckily, it goes unnoticed by everyone.

“You have such a bitchy little attitude when it comes to me. But you’re so sweet to everyone else,” Aemond murmurs against your ear, his breath warm against your skin, “I think if I fuck that attitude out of you, I can get you to be sweet to me too. Don’t you?”

His fingers trail over the lace fabric of your panties, pressing against you over them, rubbing ever so slightly, though it’s nowhere near enough. You grit your teeth as he continues working his fingers against you, the fucking tease, before suddenly? He moves your panties slightly to the side and pushes two fingers inside you. And gods, his fingers are so fucking long, they hit spots inside of you that you didn’t even know existed. Aemond continues, smirking to himself as he listens to you try to answer Aegon’s questions about your plans for the upcoming spring break.

Aemond begins moving his fingers faster and faster until he adds a third, hearing you gasp under your breath, brushing it off to Aegon as it being your watching the football game on TV.

“Really?” Aemond muses, staring into your eyes, “What’s the score then, Doctor?”

He knows damn well you aren’t watching the game.

“21…” you swallow thickly and manage to say without moaning as he begins rubbing the heel of his palm against your clit.

“21?” Aemond repeats mockingly, “21 what? Goodness, how did you get a doctorate with that kind of attention span?”

“21-7, you fucking asshole,” you say through gritted teeth as he pinches your clit, your orgasm overtaking you, washing over you harder and more intensely than ever before, the pleasure curling up in your gut being almost too much to bear.

“Well done, kitten,” Aemond murmurs against your ear, “Next time? I won’t be using my hands.”

After that eventful evening at the bar, where Aemond literally fucked you to the point of almost being speechless with his fingers under the table, you make it a point to avoid Aemond, better known as Professor Cuntgaryen around campus. Though it is quite difficult, considering the two of you work in the same department and have similar schedules.

You pass by him the following Monday, high heels clicking as you walk, feeling his heavy gaze on you as you walk toward Cregan’s classroom. He falls into step beside you, surprising you with his audacity.

“Heading to Stark’s lecture?” Aemond questions archly, chuckling when you keep your lips pressed tightly together, “Oh, come on, you were so very talkative at the bar on Friday, whatever’s got you acting like this?”

You scoff, “I’m not acting in any way, Professor. Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He raises an eyebrow, looking you over, “Sure. And I suppose there isn’t any reason you’ve been avoiding me either.”

“No one’s avoiding anyone,” you drawl, “I’ve had a really busy morning and now I’m heading to Cregan’s lecture. He’s an excellent speaker, you know?”

Aemond scoffs, “Hm, sure. When you can understand a word he says through that accent.”

You roll your eyes at him, “I like his accent, actually. It’s exotic. Sexy, even.”

His jaw ticks as you turn the corner, sashaying away from him, wearing that stupid pencil skirt and those stupid heels that highlight your ass as you sway your hips a bit more than usual, which he knows is just for his consumption. Despite his little stunt at the bar, somehow you have the upper hand, yet again. He wonders if you actually like Cregan or if this is all some elaborate stunt to get his attention. He’s pretty sure it’s the latter.

But, shit, what if you do actually think his accent is sexy? He frowns to himself and heads off to the lecture hall he should’ve been at five minutes ago, trying to shake off this feeling. He can’t let you get to him like this.

He needs to be a fucking professional.

Aemond struggles to get through his lecture, mind wandering over to you every so often. You get under his skin so easily, and he’s pretty sure he has the same effect on you. The two of you just… Irk each other. He despises how easily the other staff members and students seem to adore you while he has this awful reputation of being an asshole. And you’re so rude to him on top of everything! Where is this sweet girl everyone keeps talking about? He sure as hell hasn’t seen her. Aemond still remembers walking in on you in the teacher’s lounge eating that damn strawberry yogurt the other day. And he remembers how he felt burying his fingers inside of you, how you squeezed around him. How he promised next time, he’d be using something else. He wonders what kind of noises you’d make if he had his mouth on you. As he puts on a movie for his students, he continues imagining what it would be like, his tongue lapping at your folds, your hand tugging on his hair. He knows you must taste so fucking sweet. He wonders how your face would twist in ecstasy as he buries himself to the hilt, deep inside your pussy, a hand wrapped around your throat as he fucks you over and over until the only word you remember is “Aemond”, until you can, and want to, do nothing more than scream his name and beg him for more.

When his class is finally over, he all but rushes out of the lecture hall, heading to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face. He can’t afford to lose focus like this. Not when evaluations are coming up. He wants, no, he needs to get Daemon’s best in the department award. He refuses to lose it to you. You might be Daemon’s new protege, his new favorite, but Aemond’s been here longer, it’s just not fair. He’s earned this, he deserves this. Not you.

Not you in your tight little blouses where he can just barely see your cleavage-

He shakes his head when he realizes how hard he is, just from thinking about you, from remembering your little encounter at the bar. He scowls, storming off to the department lounge, only to find you sitting there, your coffee cup beside you stained with red lipstick as you grade some papers. You seem engrossed in your work, so he takes a moment to lean against the doorway and admire you, eyes drawn to your red lips, wondering how they’d look and feel around his-

His eye snaps up to yours when you clear your throat, indicating that you’ve noticed his arrival. Aemond smirks at you while you look at him with an unamused glare, those gorgeous eyes of yours narrowed at him in a way that drives him fucking insane.

“Enjoy Stark’s lecture? Were you even able to understand a word of it?”

The fucking nerve of this guy.

Well, no, you weren’t able to understand shit during the lecture, but this pompous prick can go fuck himself, you’re not admitting anything, “Yeah! It was soooo interesting. Talked about the psychology of killers like Bundy and Dahmer and Gacy. Cregan’s such a fascinating guy,” you gush, clearly trying to get a rise out of him.

And it works. Aemond scowls, stalking over to you, watching as you stand up, arms crossed, a smug little grin on your face.

“You think it’s fucking funny to tease me like that?” Aemond hisses, grabbing your chin with one of his hands, the other pulling you in by the waist, “Huh? You think it’s fucking funny?”

“I think it’s hilarious,” you drawl, “Because whatever happened at the bar last Friday was a one time fluke and is never happening again, Professor.”

“Well, Doctor,” he retorts sharply, spitting out your title as though it’s venom in his mouth, “With the way your little pussy was squeezing around my fingers, it definitely felt like you wanted it to be more than a one time thing.”

You roll your eyes, “You sound delusional. You should get some advice from Cregan about that. He studies a lot of your type of cases-”

Aemond shuts you up by slamming his mouth on yours, hands tugging at the tight bun you keep your hair in, letting it fall loose. You moan against his lips, allowing him to push his tongue into your mouth, moving it against yours in a battle for dominance, one that you decide to allow him to win, wanting to see where exactly he plans on taking this. He lifts you up by the hips, placing you on the table you were just sitting at grading your exams. His hands move to the fabric of your skirt, hiking it up to your waist, exposing the black lace fabric of your panties to him. He gets down on his knees in front of you, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh before pulling your underwear down your legs, exposing your already wet cunt to him, the sight of which makes him smirk.

“Delusional, hm? You’re so wet for me, I don’t think this counts as delusional, sweetheart,” he chuckles darkly, gazing up at you before burying his tongue deep inside your cunt, making you gasp with delight.

And you taste just as sweet as he fantasized. He flattens his tongue, dragging it along your walls, making sure that his nose rubs up against your clit with every movement of his face, reveling in every pretty little moan he elicits from your lips. He lifts your legs to toss them over his shoulders, moaning himself as you tangle a hand in his hair, tugging slightly, the barest hint of pain driving him absolutely wild with want as he increases the speed and intensity of his tongue against you, alternating between lapping at your folds and dragging his tongue along your clit.

“Fuck, Aemond,” you mewl, “Feels so good-”

He goes faster and faster, suckling at your clit, driving you nearly over the edge, holding your thighs apart so he has perfect access to your pussy. And just as you’re about to reach your peak?

He pulls away, making you glare down at him in genuine surprise while he chuckles to himself, “You didn’t think I was going to reward you for sitting in on Stark’s class, did you? Perhaps I’m not the deluded one here, Doctor.”

You’re about to let him know exactly what the fuck you think about the stunt he just pulled, when suddenly, he hears the doorknob start to turn. The two of you look at each other, panicking, before you shove him away, taking a seat where you were only moments ago, sans your underwear which sits very comfortably in Aemond’s pocket, a fact that neither of you realize until later that evening. Daemon walks in, giving the two of you a quick smile as he refills his coffee. You hope that he hasn’t noticed anything, and it seems, judging by the way he’s whistling to himself, that he hasn’t. You thank whatever higher power there may be for that small mercy and grab your papers, walking out of the lounge, feeling Aemond’s gaze heavy on you as you go.

This isn’t over, not by a long shot.

You end up confiding in Aegon, interestingly enough, about your close encounters with his brother. He finds the whole thing absolutely fucking hilarious, to the point that he can’t stop laughing.

“I knew there was some weird sexual tension there,” he cackles hysterically, waving away a student who wants to come in for his office hours, saying that they’re canceled as he pours himself a bit of whiskey, offering some to you, “I have a nose for these things, and yet again, I’ve been proven right.”

“It’s three in the afternoon,” you stare at him incredulously.

“It’s five o’clock somewhere, baby.”

You roll your eyes, “Anyway, we haven’t actually fucked, and I’m definitely not going to let this go any further than it already has-”

“Famous last words,” he cuts you off.

“Shut up! Anyway, Cregan asked out on a date. And I’m gonna go.”

Aegon bursts into laughter at this, much to your surprise, slapping a hand over his mouth as he giggles to himself, “You’re gonna go on a date with Cregan while you have my brother thirsting after you? You are bad. I mean, you think he’s just going to be okay with that considering his reaction to you fucking sitting in on his class? My brother’s a jealous little shit, baby, you have a storm coming.”

You scowl, “I didn’t ask for commentary, you ass, I asked for advice!”

“Okay, okay,” Aegon raises his hands in mock surrender, “My advice is fuck them both and see which one you like better.”

You give your friend and colleague the most deadpan look you think you’ve given another human being in their entire life, shaking your head and standing up, “Well, thank you for being completely unhelpful and not giving me any useful advice whatsoever.”

He gives you a wide, cheesy grin as you walk out of his office, “Just doing my civic duty, baby girl!”

You can’t help but laugh at his words, walking out of his office and texting Cregan that you agree to the date.

You don’t end up going on that date with Cregan, however, because the night the two of you had settled on ends up clashing with the dinner Daemon has planned to announce who has won the award for the best professor in the department. You bring Cregan as your date, making Aemond seethe with annoyance. He’s no better. He’s brought Professor Rivers from the history department, his arm around the back of her chair as he levels you with a look, the two of you waiting with bated breath for Daemon to announce who’s won. Cregan gives you a sweet smile, wishing you luck before glancing over at Aemond and wishing him luck as well. You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Why does he have to be so fucking nice?

You look at Aemond, a feline grin on your face, “Good luck, Professor.”

“You too-”

“I don’t need it.”

Aemond rolls his eye, turning to his uncle, waiting for him to announce the name of the best professor in the political science department. And he lets out a nearly imperceptible growl of annoyance when it’s your name. He excuses himself to go to the bathroom when Daemon hands you the Rolex watch he gives the winner each year, Alys asking if she should go with him. Aemond shakes his head, giving you a dirty look when Cregan kisses you on the cheek to congratulate you.

You grin to yourself, taking a sip of your champagne before heading to the bathroom to touch up your makeup. That’s where you see Aemond, in the lounge, smoking a cigarette.

“There’s no smoking allowed in here,” you taunt, a smirk on your face.

He sneers at you and just takes another drag, “Congratulations, Doctor.”

“Thanks.”

He glances at your ankle, lips twisting into a slight smile, “Your buckle’s undone.”

Aemond moves to sit on one knee, surprising you when his fingers ghost over your ankle, redoing the buckle of your stiletto heels. He gazes up at you, his eye hooded, pupil dilated with thinly veiled desire. His hand traces your calf as he moves to stand again, facing you, so close that your breath intermingles with his.

And, like two magnets drawn together, his lips come crashing down onto yours, hands moving into your hair, ruining the meticulous curls you styled only a few hours ago. You can’t bring yourself to care, not when you palm at his cock over the fabric of his dress pants, feeling how hard he already is for you. Aemond lets out a low hiss of pleasure as he shoves you against the wall, hiking your leg up around his waist, smirking as he teases your bare cunt, delighted to learn you didn’t wear panties with your dress.

“Are you this wet for me or for that fucking date of yours, Doctor?” Aemond murmurs, his breath hot against your ear as you fumble with the zip of his trousers, “Hm?”

You moan as he lands a heavy smack on your ass, palming at the abused flesh as if to soothe it, “For you.”

Aemond buries his face in the crook of your neck as he sheathes himself inside of you, burying himself to the hilt with a near growl of your name, “I think that this is a teachable moment for you, Doctor. That you should remember who the fuck you belong to.”

He ruts against you, the noises the two of you let out being borderline pornographic as the head of his cock brushes against that spot inside of you that drives you absolutely mad with desire. You cling to him as he fucks you harder, faster, whispering in your ear.

“Been thinking of this since the first fucking time I saw you,” Aemond rasps, “You’re all fucking mine now, baby.”

“All yours,” you agree, finally giving into the attraction you feel for him, “Fuck, Aemond, I’m so close-”

His hand moves between where your bodies join, fingers circling your clit as he whispers, “Cum for me, sweetheart. Soak my cock.”

And you do, your entire body shuddering with pleasure, his own release following soon after.

“Staff aren’t allowed to date other staff,” you whisper as you come down from your high.

“Good thing I know how to keep a secret,” Aemond replies, his lips finding yours again.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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AITA for playing a bit?

Hi, tumblr user for about a year. I passionately posted about content on a fandom I was extremely into and focused on. One day, I had an idea. I took the very first character I created for said fandom, and had an idea. With permission from the owners most of the time, I would draw and describe a scene of my character kidnapping someone else's, but in a friendly way. I had seen bits like this before that got very popular, so I thought there was no harm in it.

A couple months later though, the backlash started. I was getting blocked by some of my favourite tumblr users. I wasn't sure why as I had previously interacted with them quite happily. I was pretty sad for a good while, as well as confused. Then, I went to interact with another user I had enjoyed previously and had had fun with too, only to be met with anger for even attempting it.

The problem? The entire premise of the aformentioned character, how they would kidnap others, and it clicked. That character was the whole reason all those users blocked me. Turns out, I hadn't handled them very well...

I ended up archiving the character, but I still felt sick to my stomach. Then, recently, I deleted my account altogether to start fresh. I didn't want to be attached to my old characters anymore.

I had friends, which I ghosted thanks to this. I never even said anything. My other friends told me I had done nothing wrong, but I still feel so guilty. I must have broken some unwritten law of Tumblr. So please, tell me...

Am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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evanpeterswhoresblog · 10 months

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Office Secrets

Luke Cooper x f!reader

TW: smut, p in v, unprotected, fingering… lmk if there’s anything else lol

Word count: 1526

Friendly note, I wrote this all in one day so it’s probably not the best but I’ve been so obsessed w Evan lately I just needed to write lol Enjoy!!!

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“So, who wants to bet the two newbies are doing it?” Meredith says as she puts coins into one of the vending machines.

“They so are,” Kevin says. “Have you seen the way they look at each other it’s like- Pam and Jim.”

“Hey!”

Angela shakes her head. “You people are disgusting… but I wouldn’t doubt it. I’ve seen them flirting on multiple occasions.”

“This is all circumstantial, it doesn’t mean they’re sleeping together,” Oscar argues.

“I would bet they are,” Phillas says with a laugh. “I mean I remember how fun it was being all secret with Bob, it’s so thrilling.”

Pam glances at you in the annex, Luke’s leaning back on your desk, smiling as you two talk. She looks back to the group and shrugs. “It’s possible they are.”

~~~

“Hey y/n, do you think you could make some copies for me?” Pam asks as you’re walking by.

“Yeah of course, double or single sided?” You reply with a smile.

“Double please.” She hands you the original.

You walk to the copier, but as you’re about to open it, Luke slips in front of you.

“Luke I was about to make copies,” you say, annoyed.

“So do I, you aren’t the only person in the office who needs to get stuff done,” he laughs.

“Since when have you ever had things to get done? You’re the laziest person here.”

“That’s hostile,” he replies, turning around to give you a smirk. “I might have to report you to HR.”

“Just please hurry up,” you mumble.

“Anything for you babe.” He winks.

You turn to the camera and stare, almost at your limit with this boy.

~~~

“I just don’t understand men sometimes it’s like, he’s so different when we’re alone yet in public he wants to be the biggest ass ever,” you rant to the camera, you’re in the hallway near the elevator where no one will hear you. “Sometimes I just want to knee him in the balls and get on with my day.”

“If he’s so annoying why do you sleep with him?”

You frown. “He’s really good at that stuff, most assholes are honestly.”

~~~

You’re at the vending machine getting a snack when you feel arms snake around your waist. You quickly turn around and push him away.

“Luke stop it we can’t be doing this here,” you whisper.

He looks out the windows then back at you. “Nobody’s around, come on just one kiss. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since last night baby.”

You and Luke were hired about three weeks ago now, both just interns to help out with the little things around the office. At first you thought Luke was an idiot slack off, but after a week of him constantly flirting with you, you decided he wasn’t that bad of a guy and of course he’s gorgeous. And, after one night where he gave you a ride home this simple work crush turned into casual sex.

You made Luke promise to keep it a secret, you didn’t want anyone at the office to think your personal life would interfere with you doing your job. So, far you don’t think anyone has figured it out, and your glad.

“Don’t talk like that here,” you say, giving him a slight glare. “We made a deal.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I’m serious Luke, imagine if Michael found out. He’d make it a whole thing.”

“It probably already is a thing, Jim and Pams was.”

You scoff at him. “Okay, that doesn’t mean this has to be.”

“Whatever,” he says as he begins to walk away. “See you later.”

You give an annoyed look to the camera and shake your head before returning to your previous activity.

~~~

“Listen, y/n is a good girl I guess, I just wish she’d stop acting like the office finding out about our thing is the worst possibility imaginable,” Luke tells the crew outside the break room.

“What do you think would happen if they found out?”

“I don’t know, they’d give us weird looks. It doesn’t really matter it’s not like me and her are gonna be working here forever. At least I know I’m not, not sure what her life plans are.”

~~~

You stare at the clock and sigh, still a whole nother hour left at the office. This whole day has been terrible, mostly due to Luke. You don’t understand why he’s acting so annoying today. Usually he’s decent toward you, probably because of what he wants from you the second work ends. You turn back to your desk and start to organize papers, deciding Luke isn’t important.

A few have passed when Luke appears beside you. He leans back on your desk, one of his hands gripping the edge. You try to ignore him, keeping your attention on the stack of paper you’ve been messing with. Luke doesn’t let you ignore him forever though.

“Can you come with me somewhere where we can speak privately… away from the cameras.”

You look up at him. Is this it? Is he really going to break it off at work? You can’t believe it. You want to give him a piece of your mind, so you slightly nod and get up, following him out of the annex and down the hall to one of the stock rooms. You’re ready to start giving it to him but before you can he smashes his lips on yours.

At first, you’re caught off guard, he’s never kissed you at work before. You don’t hesitate to kiss him back however. He backs you up till the back of your legs hit a spare desk. You let him guide you onto it, your kiss turning into something more.

He bites down on your lip, his hands roaming up and down the sides of your body. You have to admit, you’d been craving this too. Even though you saw each other last night. Luke was the best you’d ever had, how were you supposed to not want him again? Even though he’s been annoying you all day you can’t help but melt into the palm of his hand, he’s just so damn attractive.

“Luke, we can’t do this at work,” you whisper, the sensible part of you taking over.

“Nobody will know, come on baby, I’ve been thinking of you all day. I need you,” he replies.

Your stomach fills with butterflies at his words. He knows exactly how to persuade you. You fall back on the desk as he kisses down your neck, Your legs wrap around his waist, he makes you feel so good. He brings his lips back up to yours as one of his hands starts to slip up your skirt and under your panties.

He starts to rub small circles on your clit; you to moan into his mouth. He smirks against your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, you love the feeling of his body against yours. It’s the best you’ve ever felt.

“You’re already so wet baby,” he mumbles on your lips.

“Luke,” you moan.

“Do you want it baby?”

You nod, moving one of your hands down to rub the bulge in his pants. He grins at you and removes his fingers, beginning to undo his belt and fly. In seconds you feel his tip brushing against your entrance. He leans back over you as he begins to slowly thrust inside of you. You bite down on your lip and close your eyes, the familiar feeling of him filling you taking over.

You throw your head back as he starts fucking you. The sound of the desk hitting the wall doesn’t even register in your head. You’re too engulfed in how good Luke’s dick feels inside you, hitting that special spot that makes your legs shake. His head rests in the crook of your neck, he’s moaning and whispering all the dirty things he wants to do to you. It’s all too good to be true.

Eventually though, you feel that tightening in your stomach, your orgasm approching. Luke must realize this because he doesn’t stop his violent thrusts for even a second. You hold on to him tightly, biting down on his clothed shoulder as you finally cum. He finishes with you, pushing himself so far inside you he’s hitting your cervix.

He lays on you for a few seconds before pulling himself up enough to look down at you. His chest is still heaving as he speaks in a soft voice, “I really like you y/n.”

“I really like you too Luke,” you say with a weak smile.

Both of you get yourselves decent fast, you’ve been away for at least fifteen minutes by now. You give Luke one last kiss before exiting the small room alone, he promised to wait a minute or too before following.

As you sit at your desk and resume your previous activities, Luke walks by you, sending a quick wink before disappearing into the main office. You give a small stare into one of the cameras, your face turning bright red. This was only the beginning.

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wood-white-writer · 6 months

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"Didn't mean to make your heart Blue" || [3/...]

- OPLA!Buggy x F!Reader

"And I am the idiot with the painted face, in the corner taking up space. But when he walks in, I am loved."

— Mitski, "Me and My Husband"

Pairing: Buggy the Clown (Live action) x F!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Summary: You were an apprentice of Gol D. Roger’s crew in your youth, long before his eventual demise. Along with the Red-Haired Shanks and Buggy, you were a formidable trio; the embodiment of a new generation of pirates yet to come. But times changed, and so did you and your friends. Years have passed since you last saw Buggy following the dispute that you thought ended your friendship. When you finally reunite with the blue-haired menace you once considered your closest friend, it’s under less than “friendly” circumstances.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, LA!Verse, Buggy is a lonely asshole, flashbacks, semi-canon divergence, Reader is strong AF,

A/N: I forgot to mention this before, but I guess this technically does hold some spoilers from the manga/anime. Keep in mind, I've not seen/read either piece, so it's merely used to give their stories some background.

Taglist: @kurinhimenezu, @carpinchootaku (If you want to be tagged for this story, just send me a message or comment :))

Fuck, fuck, fuck, where the fuck are you?

After some time of searching, Buggy finds you sitting by the docks, your feet gently swaying with the waves, almost free of any earthbound weight. He’d join you if he could, but he’s not brave enough to get too close to the waters yet.

However, he’s content enough to just watch you from a safe distance. The sky is free of clouds and the moon is full, which illuminates your shape like a bright lantern in the night.

Beautiful, that's what he thinks you are. In fact, that's what he's been thinking for a while now, not that he's ever told you that to your face. He wonders when he stopped looking at you like something more than a friend.

Maybe it was when he caught you smiling at him after you'd successfully managed to steal a bottle of fine rum from the local bar, and you both ended up getting blackout drunk on the ship deck?

Maybe it was when he saw you win a round of arm-wrestling against one of your other crewmates, despite being significantly younger than the opponent.

Maybe it was when you beat a guy black and blue for making fun of his nose in public, with both him and Shanks cheering you on from a safe distance?

It doesn’t matter when it was. What matters is that, for a while, he has found it difficult to take his eyes off you. Even if it’s just a peek, it usually takes him a while to force his attention on something else.

The rest of the crew are on the Oro Jackson, celebrating their recent endeavors, yet here you are, celebrating on your own. He finds it odd; you’re usually happy to participate in any celebrations with the crew, but you’ve decided to be here instead. It was your absence on deck that prompted Buggy to go looking for you.

The wind picks up and he can feel goosebumps spread across his skin like wildfire. He shivers and tugs his jacket tighter around himself, and that’s when he notices that you’re not wearing any additional clothing to stave off the cold in the night.

He finally calls out to you, a little throaty for reasons he refuses to disclose aloud. “You’re gonna get a cold like that, dumbass! You wanna get pneumonia and die or something?”

You subsequently turn around to face him, and his breath gets caught in his throat. Your sharp eyes, when caught in the moonlight, sparkle like a thousand treasures — compiled of gold, diamonds, and millions and millions of berries — holed up in two caves.

Smiling in the way that makes his pulse quicken, you proceed to wave your feet in the water. A few drops land on your arms, sparkling in the air before landing on the skin of your arms. “I don’t think so? If we get to the South Pole, maybe there’s a higher risk?”

He frowns and crosses his arms over his chest. “The North Pole is colder!”

“Ah, well,” you snicker. “In that case, then I’m not likely to get pneumonia unless we’re there.”

“You can still get cold! What are you, a moron?”

For someone who can’t keep his eyes off you for extended periods, that doesn’t keep him from being rather crass in terms of vocabulary with you. That’s alright. You’ve never been one to appreciate honeyed words if your frequent bickering with both him and Shanks says something.

With another swing of your legs, you reestablish contact with with wooden platform and make your way over to him. That’s when he finally realises that you haven’t brought your shoes with you, but you don’t seem bothered by it. “By the way, what’re you doing here, Buggy?“

He considers telling you a simple lie that won’t clash with what he knows to be the truth. He was coincidentally going for a walk, he needed some air, he was purposefully looking for you…

“Noticed you weren’t on the ship,” he finally settles on with a hmph. “Had to make sure you hadn’t accidentally up and drowned or something. You’re a shitty swimmer,”

“Not as shitty as you,” you counter and blow him a raspberry.

He’s about to tell you to fuck off or something when, again, he finds himself pausing.

You’re smiling at him, so softly, and it feels so warm that the wind no longer has any effect on him. He can feel his cheeks scorch up and his heart is pounding so hard that it feels on the verge of breaking his ribs.

He hastily looks away and coughs a couple of times, trying to maintain what little dignity he has left.

“Are you alright?” You ask with faux concern. “Did you just catch pneumonia or something?”

“S-Screw you!”

You laugh, and it’s like music to his ears. Your laughs are usually raspy and hardly appropriate, but he finds that it’s the prettiest sound in the world. Your smile, your laugh, they are so warm that he hopes that you’ll never stop making them.

Out of the blue, you wrap an arm around his shoulder and begin tugging him on the path to the ship. “Come on, before they leave us behind.”

“Y-Yeah, let’s.” He doesn’t move to tug your arm away, and no power on this earth will make him.

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Now that he's closer to the kid, Buggy realizes the stupidity of asking if he was yours. The two of you are nothing alike, but the truly defining factor lies in your eyes. Rubber Boy's eyes are too bright, too round. Whereas yours are knives ready to strike, his' are simple spoons.

He begrudgingly has to hand it to the kid; he's a fearless one. Even stretching his limbs beyond human capabilities does not diminish his spirit. Buggy doesn't know whether to applaud or reject the determination the boy has.

"I want you to think of this, like an artistic exercise," he explains. "Because pain leads to art, and art reveals truth."

He can't hear any commotion from the backrooms where he keeps you contained. Truth be told, he never expected it to keep you for long, only detain you for a limited amount of time. If he wants to both get the map and keep his life in one go, he is going to have to try and get it without necessarily ruining the kid too much.

Still, it doesn't keep him from testing the lines. He tries to pry the answers out with a needle, but no matter what he does, the kid remains infuriatingly mute.

So, he decides to dig a little deeper.

"Now, what makes a boy want to grow up to be King of the Pirates? Who are you trying to impress?" He tilts his head with inquisitiveness. "A lost love?"

On cue, he can vaguely make out a gnarling sound coming from the back rooms. The sound of chains rattling, which he perceives as you probably moving in the enclosure. He thinks about sending someone to check on you and find out what you're up to, but he does not want the number of supporting casts to reduce.

"An absent parent?" He continues, ignoring the noises as he closes in on the boy. "Or was it someone that you worshipped? A false idol."

Try as he might, the boy fails to feign any indifference to him. A master of performance himself, Buggy knows when he's hit his target "That's it."

He yanks the dumb straw hat off his head, and the boy's protests against it further dig a nail into the coffin. "Give me back my hat!"

"I used to know a pirate that wore a hat just like this." Buggy's grip on the feeble thing drastically tightens as memories of the past resurface. "Red-Haired Shanks."

"You knew Shanks?"

"Ginger? Three scars, left eye?" Of course, how could he not know of the bastard? "We served together on a pirate crew when we were about your age. In fact," he glances at the boy from over his shoulder. "Your friend, Cross-Hairs over there, was with us at the time."

The kid blinks in confusion, clearly not aware of this little piece of information. "I knew she served with Shanks, but she never mentioned you."

In all honesty, it doesn't surprise him, yet he still perceives this as a slight against him from your side. The underlying hypocriticism in that doesn't evade his notice, but he elects not to address it.

Buggy can feel the straws under his digits lightly crack beneath the pressure of his grip. "She did, but before then, it was the three of us. For a time, I even thought we were friends." His nail pierces a hole through the inside of the hat. "Until they betrayed me, like all the others. He wanted to keep me out of the spotlight! He wanted to keep my star from shining too brightly!"

"They wouldn't do that," Rubber Boy is quick to protest, rather vehemently too as if Buggy just insulted his entire lineage. "You don't know her, and you don't know Shanks. Don't talk about them that way."

"I bet I know her far better than you do, Rubber Boy." He smirks and raises a knowing eyebrow at the kid. "Does she still snatch specifically red apples off vendors when you're in town? Does she still tend to store her knives in her boots when she thinks no one's looking?"

The kid doesn't have to answer. His silence is all the confirmation he needs, and it makes him feel victorious in some sense.

"Let me ask you something else, then. How'd the famous Captain of the Cross-Haired Pirates get stuck with a simple-minded nobody like you? What did you do that was so special that she decided to stick around until now?"

The damn brat doesn't answer.

He presses on. "Apparently, she made a promise to someone, and though I have a sneaking suspicion as to whom, I don't want to jump the gun." He grasps harshly at the kid's face, no longer smiling. "You know, and if you tell me, I might be convinced to lessen the restraints."

The damn brat still doesn't fucking answer, and it vexes him greatly. Even so, if there's one thing he's learned, it's that the kid's silence can be substituted for an answer.

So, he finally asks the billion-berry question:

"Was it Shanks?"

Rubber Boy does not answer. He doesn't fucking answer, and Buggy's patience snaps like a twig.

You would be willing to go through all of this trouble, to keep the kid safe and help him achieve his dream, just because you made a silly promise to what was once your mutual friend. You would give up your career as one of the most successful pirates in the modern age, just for that?

Just for him?

Deep down, he feels something carve at him. Carve at the boyish version of him he left behind the same day he left you. Would you have been just as loyal to him as you were to Shanks, if only he stayed?

He does not voice these thoughts aloud. Instead, he can't help but beam, because everything he's theorized up until this point has just been verified. It aches, and it hurts, and it cuts, but even so, he can only smile down at the boy.

"Stretch him until he breaks."

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Although you hear a commotion coming from the stage room, and despite the urge you have to just break out and be done with this all, you deliberately remain in your cage. One leg pulled up to your chin whereas the other one rests uncomfortably on the stale ground boards, you do nothing more than let your temper simmer down.

Honestly, what a mess.

You made one thing perfectly clear to Shanks the day you agreed to disband your crew and keep watch on the boy. It had not even been a week after he returned to the docks of Fooshia Village, one arm short and the boy by his side.

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"I am not his parent. I will not be held responsible for the mistakes he makes when he decided to leave land. I will only keep him alive until I decide he can do that himself; after he's earned his first bounty. After that, I'm off."

"And what will you do after?" he had asked, genuinely curious.

You didn't answer, because you didn't know.

"Look after the lad for me, will you? Help him achieve his dream." He had taken your shoulder under his warm remaining hand and said:

"Maybe one day, you'll find your own."

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If you'd known that Luffy's dream would one day lead you back to him, you would've been more reluctant to make that promise. At the time, you had little interest in picking up the shattered pieces of your childhood dream, yet it seems that now it has decided to search you out instead.

Or rather, he has.

Your head hurts.

This is not the time for heartfelt reunions if there ever was one. Buggy has only one goal in mind, and that is to get his hands on that damn map. Harming Luffy will serve as a means to an end in achieving that, which happens to clash with your goal. You're not Luffy's parent, you tell yourself, but you're willing to extend the promise to Shanks just this once.

And so, after some careful deliberation, you make your escape.

You hit the metal once, and it bends significantly. Then twice, and on the third strikes, they bend and crack, finally granting you access to direct contact with the ground. It's never felt so relieving to be earthbound, and you even go as far as to tap your feet a few times to enrich that feeling.

Having most likely heard the noise, two troupe members march through the curtains to see what's going on. The first one barely has the time to register your escape before you lunge.

You're quick to subdue them, knocking the first one out with an easy choke-hold whereas the other mysteriously ends up with half his body stuck in what remains of your previous confinement. His ass hangs out in a rather humiliating position, but the point is, he's out of the way.

The adrenaline is the one part of piracy you've missed. The surge of energy that flows through your veins, feeling the air brush your face as you make your move, the warmth in your heart that substitutes any pain or hurt you've ever felt if only for a moment.

You relish it.

You happen to find your weapons in the room, hidden in some crates. Your knives and your pistol, are both unscathed and fully functional, but you know that you'll end up relying on your hands for this. After all, it's personal, and personal matters are handled in a personal way.

When you're certain the two troupe members are of no concern to you, you exit the back rooms and find yourself in the opening between the audience rows shortly after. The lights have been killed and there's an ominous silence stretching in the atmosphere.

You look up at the terrified audience, and though you're almost in clear view of them, none dares stray away from the view up ahead.

Said view in question being of Luffy halfway submerged by seawater in a tank, already struggling to keep himself afloat.

Fuck this. Fuck him.

You don't even stop to coordinate your next move as, as you would've done under ordinary circumstances. No, the moment you spot Buggy standing there, trying to reason with the kid with the promise of belonging and having a place on his crew, you lunge for the kill.

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All Buggy sees just as you make your move is a flash of sharp eyes that seem to glow in the dim room. There's no word upon your entrance, no sound, not a single warning at all. A shriek resonates through the air, shattering the silence that had unknowingly settled over them, and it's his own.

The air gets knocked out of his lungs as you shove your fist straight into his stomach. Ordinarily, that specific portion of his would've just straight up dislodged itself from his body, but it doesn't this time. He remains intact, a contradiction to what you had threatened to do, and he falls back several good feet on his back like a kicked dog.

A raspy groan is all the noise he manages to get out, heaving his chest in search of the air that was stolen from him. He throws one arm to the ground and gets his upper body up.

When he finally manages to somewhat stabilize his line of sight, all he sees as the world remains blurred around him is you standing over him with a dangerous glimmer in your eyes. One he's already familiar with.

This is not his old friend or his old flame crew member. This is Cross-Hairs, the feared captain of the vicious Cross-Haired Pirates. The Beast of the East. The one whose aim never misses, and if it does, she'll hunt her target down to the ends of the earth.

And now, he's officially become your target. No longer a passive one at that, but the only one your eyes are set on. He doesn't know if he's content or unnerved by this.

There are no palpable emotions on your face, but he can read your eyes well enough to know that you're angry. No, angry doesn't even begin to cover it; you're absolutely, positively, completely pissed.

"What?" He forces out, still aching from the punch to his abdomen. "Going to make good on your promise? Going to finally kill me after all this time? If so, then just get on with it!"

You don't answer, and he hates it even more than he would've had you responded. A part of him wants you to kill him; wants you to show that you care enough about him to just fucking do it.

No, instead, all you give him is a glare. That same glare that's never left your face since he first laid his eyes on you. You turn your full attention to the tank and, with one simple hit, you break the glass to try and free Rubber Boy. You free him, without even a moment to hesitate, and it feels so much more painful than if you’d just ended him on the spot.

He wants to scream. Buggy wants to scream until his lungs give in. Scream at your inability to fully look at him. Scream at your apparent concern for a boy who is no more a pirate than he is a banker.

Scream, because even after all this time, you still refuse to choose him.

Never him.

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 14 days

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Hi, I started reading your stories and I love the, could I please request a modern!slightly older!Eddie x neighbour!reader? He can tell she always excited when texting on her phone, one day as he comes home, she comes out all dressed up for a date but later he finds out reader was ghosted and comforts her? Maybe smut? Maybe reader gets bruises/hickeys easily?

Fluff, jealous Eddie. Mdni. 18+blog.

Request by anon 💞

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Eddie always noticed you. You were his next door neighbour, always friendly to him and he enjoyed talking to you. As well as being sweet, you were also funny and had a dry sarcastic wit that he was instantly taken with.

On a sunny day in June, he was returning from his shift as the local mechanic in the auto repair shop in town. As per usual you were sitting outside and basking in the sunshine, however every couple of minutes you would look at your phone and smile dreamily.

Come to think of it, Eddie had noticed that you were always texting and smiling secretly to yourself the last few days. He was curious at what was causing you to be so smiley and giddy.

He stops to chat for a bit and still feels that tug of wonder when you continue to text this unknown person with the biggest grin on your face. It was stupid but it made Eddie pouty, he was used to making you smile like that.

It didn't take very long for him to find out the roof of your giddiness. After work the next day, he stopped by the store and got a six pack of beer and figured he would ask you to join him for a drink.

Only when he got home you were locking up and he almost swallowed his tongue as he saw that you were dressed to the nines, wearing a dress that highlighted every inch of your body.

You smile at Eddie and grow flustered at the stunned look on his face, "You look amazing princess" he manages to say and your expression brightens in delight.

"Thanks, I have a date". Suddenly the images of you texting, the giddiness and almost shy way you would stare at your phone all made sense, the pieces clicked into place as he realised you must have texting the lucky dude or girl.

"His name is Andrew, I met him at work and we've been talking for a few weeks" Eddie listens to this and feels the swell of jealousy stir in his veins. Andrew was one lucky dude.

"Have fun, any funny business happens then you call me, okay?" He knows he's being protective but he likes you and doesn't want anything sinister happening to you.

You nod and kiss his cheek then hurry over to your car, Eddie watches you go, his cheeks burn with the imprint of your lips on his cheek.

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Sullen Eddie settles down for a quiet night but is surprised when an hour later he hears the screech of your tires. He peers out the window and watches you get out, slam the door and head into your house.

Fuck, the guy must have been a dick. Making a split second decision, he decides to go and check on you. Anger burns in his veins at the thought of Andrew getting you upset.

He gently knocks on your door and you answer it, there's a trace of tears on your cheeks and Eddie fumes. "What did the fucker do?" he growls, you wipe your eyes and gesture for Eddie to come in.

"He didn't even show Eddie, I waited for like twenty minutes and texted him but he completely ghosted me" Not only was this guy an idiot but he was a stupid one at that.

Your tears tug at Eddie's heart and he pulls you into a hug. You snuggle close to him and lay your head on his chest.

"He's an asshole princess. If I ever run into him I'll kick his ass for making you cry" your sobs quieten and you let out an unmistakable giggle.

"If you let me take you on a date then believe me you would have the time of your life sweetheart" Eddie stiffens as he realises what he said, he can't take it back and honestly he doesn't want to take it back.

You smile impishly and the look on your face takes Eddie's breath away. "Then maybe you should take me on that date Munson, if you're so sure or yourself"

Like magnets you move even closer to each other and Eddie kisses you, feels heat rush through his body as you begin to kiss him back.

He kisses you passionately, moves to your neck and leaves love bites on your skin, then he stops and you make a little whimper of annoyance, glare at him. He trails a finger over the little bites that are blooming on your skin.

"Sorry princess but wooing first before the rest of the good stuff" he promises and you brighten at this.

"Alright Munson, colour me intrigued" Eddie makes a wow then to do his best to woo and make you happy.

Maybe he could sneak a few kisses before then though... 🤭

❤️🫶

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cod-dump · 2 months

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Do you have any sexuality headcanons for the characters???

For some. I’m no expert on official labels or whatnot, fair warning

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Laswell: Lesbian or perhaps bi. Either way I think she started out dating men and had one evening with a woman and went "I'm gay now". Now she has a wife and is happily married. Definitely would sleep with her male friends if circumstances lead to it, but she’s very monogamous and wants her wife only.

Farah: She gives off a very woman loving bi but is dating Alex because he’s not like other guys she’s dealt with. The only other guy she would consider dating is Gaz, but she otherwise considers herself gay. Alex just happens to be the one type of guy she’s attracted to.

Valeria: This woman does not care about the gender of her bedmate. She’s very popular with the ladies and men think they can ‘sway’ her only for her to ruin them. She calls herself gay because she is not attracted to men in a straight way.

Alex: Straight, was so straight until he met Farah. Now he has no idea what he’s attracted to or who, just that suddenly a lot more people are attractive. Farah is his sexual awakening and he has no idea why or what she has done to him.

Ghost: Says he’s gay, proudly. Has slept with women before and will do so if circumstances lead to it, but he’s very gay. Closeted for a long time before he finally felt safe and comfortable enough to be himself.

Soap: Bisexual with a recent awakening. As soon as he realizes he’s attracted to men, he sees hot guys everywhere and is a mess. He’s a mess, can’t handle suddenly being attracted to almost everyone around him.

Gaz: He seems very straight at first but is actually very much pan. Attracted to every gender but just calls himself gay because he has more fun with it. Had an early realization and has had time to find himself and be confident. It’s no doubt he can charm anyone, he has done so unintentionally. No one is safe from his charms.

Price: He’s dated women in his past but he’s very attracted to men. Has had years to get himself together but can be downright embarrassing if he’s on friendly terms with someone he’s attracted to.

Alejandro: Bisexual, equally attracted to any gender. Once in an official relationship he’s loyal to a fault and possessive (in a tolerable manner). If he sees someone he’s attracted to, he’ll say it.

Rudy: Bisexual but leaning towards men. He’s very sweet towards people he’s attracted to but also is a blunt asshole to people he’s not. And when he’s very comfortable with someone he’s attracted to? Blunt asshole who can be a sweetheart.

Nik: He doesn’t care for labels. If he finds someone attractive, he finds them attractive. It’s that simple. He’ll sleep with pretty much anyone regardless of their gender identity. Calls himself gay just to satisfy people when they ask him what his sexuality is.

Graves: Gay with a very recent awakening. Always thought he was ace or aro or both in the beginning because he never was attracted to his women partners. Then he realized he was gay and now he’s insufferable. He understands now, and now he’s trying to get every experience he can as quick as he can.

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privitivium · 2 months

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Hiiiiii so I'm obsessed with how you write! I was wondering if you could write a sanemi x m bottom reader with overstimulation kink and orgasm denial

sure pal. :3

domtop sanemi shinazugawa x subbot m reader

cw;; overstimulation?? Kinda. orgasm denial.,, anal fingering, toys, slapping, bad dom sanemi,… ahrmhem.. sadist sanemi, ahemrhrm

in the market, trying to find a stall that sells fruit, fresh fruit. he knows he can get someone to do this for him - buy his food and pet food, but it feels more meaningful to get it himself for his little rhinoceros beetle pal. he has to make sure its top quality, making sure there aren't any brown spots or wilting… humming with scrutiny as he studies an apple.. red.. sweet, perhaps? sweet.. his mind flashes to you. he'd call you, a sweet man, an idiot, a brat.. unknowing of how to deal with his feelings since you make him sick with butterflies.. why is he thinking about him??? hurry, sanemi, pick out some damn fruit…

you're a boisterous guy, you'd say,,, on par with rengoku kyojuro? no, you wouldn't go that far.. but, having unique quirks and a friendly, polite nature;; getting past someone's outer shell of anxiety and nervousness with ease, you'd call yourself a rowdy, energetic guy, not having the charm as others and wondering why exactly sanemi hates you so much if you were so similar to rengoku kyojuro whom he generally likes? you just wanna get along with everyone,, but you can't please everyone. or maybe you can? sanemi hasn't outright told you to fuck off every time you attempt conversation every so often… maybe this counts as being friends on sanemi's terms!

a mere outing as best companions and ubuyashiki's soldiers, wanting to try a new special at a restaurant you frequented with a friend because of course it tastes better with company.. it was a little hard convincing giyuu at first - but he relented, in the end.. obviously taken by your charm. obviously.

animatedly chatting with giyuu and sitting next to each other comfortably in your uniforms, the villagers didn't seem to care about your swords.. received little to no response as he was simply admiring the exterior of the restaurant, relaxing and hanging out.. you'd say this was great progress!! maybe you should invite him out more often? you sigh, relaxed and smiling, turning away and surveying the stalls and villagers before catching sight of white hair.. spiky white hair. of course, first thought is woah, wind pillar sighting?? but it could easily be a villager with spiky white hair… except it isn't -!!

waving merrily to the wind pillar after spotting him amongst the crowds, hand curled around giyuu's forearm to know that he's still there sitting next to you,,

he glares, eyes widened in a very creepy fashion, spotting your obnoxious arm-waving. a-and why is he walking toward you ?? towards you and that smug asshole… it was like his body was on autopilot - until he was standing over you, and you take a quick moment to assess him, noting that he wasn't wearing his usual KILL haori, but rather a plum colored haori… his uniform all the same, chest on display whilst holding a bag of fruit…

you don't comment on his appearance, and quickly greet the wind pillar politely;; “hey, man! what a surprise.. it's nice seeing you here!!” and, doing most of the talking.. explaining what giyuu and yourself were up to - merely hanging around the village as a little break, no missions.. then questioning him, “what are you up to? having a bit of fun around here yourself?" quite awkwardly,,

he promptly ignores and answers with a question of his own. “are you free?” quite.. mildly you'd say,, his tone, that is - “.. no, not at the moment.. but i will be, around sunset?” you narrow your eyes at the wind pillar, scrutinizing him. you just explained what you were doing, and he asks you if you are free…? b-but at the same time, hanging out with the wind pillar you were trying a bit too hard to be friends with??!?!! you decide not to question it.

and so he schedules a spar with you, gruffly.. ignoring giyuu's presence.. how rude, you thought, but it isn't like giyuu is making any move to greet the wind pillar… and when the time comes, after a wonderful time hanging out with giyuu - and managing a smile out of the stoic tomioka giyuu, you're trekking upwards to the wind estate, breathing in deeply and relaxing in the winds that brush against you as you hike up the steps, the sun just an hour away of setting..

receiving no nice greeting and getting straight to work. he was mostly silent, besides the rude quip of being lazy and not hurrying it up as you followed him throughout his estate to the training grounds of his - it was comfortably breezy.. maybe he wouldn't have a problem with you getting half naked to feel the breeze full-force… would that be unprofessional?? questioning sanemi if you could take your clothes off - catching him off guard it seems, but he relents mutely, allowing you to do such a thing, not once looking at you as you stretch, half-naked. hrmn.. this probably gives the other an advantage.. but this isn't serious sparring, is it..? uh.. you'll find out, soon enough.

he makes quick work of subduing you, having grown weak to his harsh hits - your wooden katana on the brink of snapping.. you let yourself fall underneath him, hand over your abdomen as you lay sprawled out; inhaling deeply and trying to control your breathing, unconcerned with the wind pillar standing over you, before taking a seat on you just below your belly. you stare at him, questioningly - never one to be so close to you, but sitting so close to your dick - it arouses a feeling that makes your dick twitch to life. ahem. you hope he doesn't feel it; but judging by the smug expression on his face, he does. you'd peg him to be disgusted by you.. not.. whatever he was now…

sanemi hums, tongue flicking out and running along his bottom lip - you have to look away, feigning tiredness as you lay your cheek against the rocks beneath you - surprisingly cool to the touch, comforting to your heated body… he shifts around, shuffling around before he was leaning over you and guiding your jaw upright to face him - shivering ever so slightly. aha.. god this is not going the way you'd expect. you wanted to have a good time sparring and trying to get to know him, but he wasn't giving you anything to work with.. oh, besides that thing. in his hand. that he pulled out of his pants. uh..

“wanna guess what this is?” he grinned, maliciously it feels like. but that's how he always smiles, no? “uh.. no.. what? what is that?” you squint, trying to get a closer look.. it was a simple ring of sorts… an odd, black trinket, certainly. too big to fit on a finger that is for certain. “ehh, it's pretty easy actually.. why don't you guess? come on, really try..” sanemi hummed, trailing his fingers down your abdomen briefly, fingertips lingering along your happy trail along your navel.. laughing shakily and shuddering under his touch.

he grits his teeth, before parting his lips and holding the ring in his mouth - moving upwards in a partial squat/standing position - undoing his beltㅡyour bulge quite visible. embarrassing. his actions arousing quite the surprising emotionsㅡand he snaps it once, a threat? before he was leaning down and flipping you on your stomach roughly - you yelp, bracing yourself as if to help yourself up before he was kneeling on your back, pressing you into the rocks and tugging your arms back - spluttering in surprise and trying to get free as your boner was promptly being pressed into by the pesky fucking rocks - tying your wrists behind your back before flipping you back over and resuming in his position along your groin. fuck, the small rocks digging into your wrists. they were smooth, but still.. It hurts !

sanemi huffs, lifting his hand to his lips and taking the ring from his teeth - before slowly placing it atop your navel. “you're just... so damn ignorant... stupid little bastard... " he snapped at you, "you really know how to rile me up.. fucking fuck..” he hisses just under his breath as he begins making rough work of undoing your belt, you;; mewling softly in surprise and unable to keep still, writhing underneath him. too surprised, too shocked to speak as you merely stare wide-eyed at the wind pillar sitting over your groin,,- “you're not going to deny me this. i know all your dirty little fucking secrets… you have a little crush on me but you go out with giyuu like that? are you kidding?!” he growled akin to a dog, squatting over you and ripping your uniform pants downward, completely discarded;; your dick springing forward and accompanied by a pearl of pre, tip darkened in comparison due to the flush of arousal.. going to cover yourself, thighs trying to press together - and feeling your wrists press against the rocks underneath you, a reminder that your arms were restricted.. you can't imagine getting a cramp,,, and you feel as though you wouldn't be heard, asking sanemi to take you elsewhere…

“i- i'm sorry, man, jeez..” you try to pacify, try to get him to be a little more gentle.. by no means denying him - yeah, you did like where this was going, but it could be a little softer!!! sanemi ignores you, in his own world and trails his fingers over your abdomen - grasping your cock abruptly and you hiss in surprise, knees jerking,, slowly, the ring he had been flaunting, placed just around the neck of your cock. mewling softly at the stimulation,,

“damn, man.. don't you look pretty..”, a chuckle escaped sanemi's lips as he promptly admires your frame - leering. dripping with sweat and marked with grime here and there, raking his eyes down to your cock and thin happy trail… dick weeping with pre-cum as you babble incoherently, squirming underneath his slightly bigger build, an indescribable feeling - unlike anything you've ever felt before. a vibration along your genitals..,ㅡwhere could you get one of these, for your use?? it was only a matter of time before you were cumming on yourself and partially sanemi.. “you're such a fucking brat. you know that? i-i just can't stress that enough. i thought it was clear that you're mine..” his lips hike up into a mean snarl,, hands gripping the inner of your thighs and sure to leave hand marks, before he was shifting positions in between your bare legs, head tipping downward and breath ghosting over your leaky tip,,

your legs jerk, not exactly trying to shake him off, as a nervous tic.. threatening to close around sanemi's head.. “d-ude no.. no you weren't clear at all..” you manage to choke out, “if i woulda’ known.. i swear..!!” you cry out, hoping that he understands what you're trying to say, pathetically. hoping that he relents and takes fucking pity on you for one secondㅡthe feeling of your lower intestines tightening, knotting as the dull sensation of the little ring continues - and you buck up into the air, tip smearing your slick along sanemi's cheek on accident but holy fuck his lips felt so goodㅡ

“don't do it.” he warns gruffly, and holy fuck he's so scary - staring at your vulnerable with his wide, blank eyes, looking like a shark peeking behind your cock,,; your writhing form beneath him with a vibrating mechanism around the neck of your cock - your hips jerk upwards, head thrown back and hole clenching around nothing repetitively.. vibrating mechanism slick with your cum dribbling from the slitㅡsanemi slaps your thigh harshly after your accident, giving no warningㅡyou shriek in pain, searing pain that makes you tear up,, hitting you along your inner thigh, so close to your upright cock.. so rudeㅡyou didn't mean to, holy fuck.. it just feels so good-!!! “m’ sorry.. m' sorry, i-i'm sorry..” you squirm helplessly, sobbing quietly, thighs tensing to squeeze together after feeling the a draft hit your hole:; your dick threatening to shrink if not for the uncomfortable buzz keeping it stiff and upright,, leaking, dripping down onto your pubes you try to keep trimmed - unable to keep still as you try to jerk your hips upwards,, trying to get the mechanism off. you never touched yourself after cumming - never cumming two times during a session of masturbation, griping to yourself about how it felt too much.. it was too much. it felt almost painful, but still, a considerable amount of pleasurableㅡmaking your legs twitch and hole tense around air continuouslyㅡ

sanemi grunts in displeasure and the vibrating little ring seems to slow down.. god it felt so fucking good just then as if you were about to cum again even with the overstimulation along your cock - and he just t-took it away,,, tears stream down to your ears;; shaking your head and parting your partially dry lips to apologize - “you fucking moron.. don't know when to fucking listen.” he snapped lowly before he was standing up and - his pants disappear. his dick… just a smidge bigger than yours… standing outright, and it seems that the carpet does match the drapes.. neatly trimmed. Ahemhrm.. he inches down, squatting - and using his pants as a cushion for his knees and bunching up your pants underneath your ass as a cushion for you… you revel in this moment of sweetness… biting your lip, swallowing the spit in your mouth, and blinking the tears away… unwilling to gaze at him,,. you fear though that will make you cum again,,, realistically, it wouldn't, but you’re still nervous,,,

sanemi swipes his thumb on his tip, thumb slick with his mess.. unable to contain himself after seeing you so pretty - circling it with his thumb slick with his pre, before switching fingers and pressing inward.. it was relatively easy… a little too easy… as if you were a little familiar with fingering yourself,,,, “huh.” he mutters, his dick aching to be properly touched as he fingers you lazily - you jerk, squeezing around him with a soft cry.. “hmm,..” he continues, as if skeptical, as he slowly scissors around, trying to find that magic mystical button to make you squirm again - and with ease, you begin to writhe, push into his hand.. “ah, there we go…” he nods, prideful as he begins rubbing, furiously against your prostate with the pad of his middle finger - hand snapping to grip your cock and thumb placed over the slit of your tip.. “a-uah,, sa-sanemi.. sa.. nemi-!” you weakly cry out his name. Over and over.. while clenching on his fingers and grinding downward into his touch.. he could get used to this.. maybe have you around his house as his little fuckdoll to stuff and toy with whenever he wanted.. ah, he reprimands himselfㅡyou're more than that to him.. his.. husband?.. his lover..? … his.

sanemi stretches, and scissors your hole dutifully - humming in contentment as he uses your cum to lather his cock,, the mere feeling of his fingertips grazing your dick almost.. almost.. makes you start back up again - crying out softly at his touch along your shaft.. before he inches forward, guiding his tip to your head before pushing inward, kindly being slow… the tip of his cock making it passed your previously stretched ring of muscle,,, you inhale shakily, bracing yourself yet trying to relax - sanemi, snapping his hips forward into you. piercing you, fucking filling you to the brim and making you choke on your spit - drool dribbling down your cheek and rendering you speechless - lips parted with glazed eyes..

“i'm gonna make you wish that you didn't cum..” gently, he trails the back of his hand over your cheek, wiping away your tears… uahgh… his hand gently wrapping around the base of your cock and slowly stroking it, as he slowly pushes inward until his pubes were buried in your perineum, filling your hole out nicely.. “... if you cum again… i'm gonna rip your dick off, alright?” sanemi hums affectionately, thumbing the slit of your cock as if plugging it up once more - you writhe, ultimately trying to relax; breathing heavily.. chest heaving up and down as you stare into the sky, the sunset overcoming the perfect blue with oranges and yellows - augh.. fuck..,, sanemi, gently fucking into you compared to when you first began, yet you can't cum? - tears welled up in your eyes, and you feel so honored despite the rule... this must mean you're friends now… o-or more, as sanemi alluded to.. what exactly did being sanemi's entail?... being lovers..? y-yeah, you'll go with that.. just.. don't.. think about … cumming all over his hand… all- all over his face.. D-DONT THINK-!

sorry for any mistakes ,,, :3

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When The Party’s Over XXV (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, mentions of DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, forced pregnancy, breastfeeding kink, toxic relationship, violence, jealousy, stalking, underage drinking, drug use, manipulation, public sex, innocent reader, Heyward!reader

This is it! My longest Rafe series is complete and I had a lot of fun writing this for you all. Enjoy!

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summary: Manipulated into a secret relationship with Rafe Cameron, you’re finding it much easier said than done to do the right thing and walk away…especially when he refuses to let you.

You were rocking him to sleep, soft hums leaving your lips as you did so. He still seemed so small in your hands, something that was hard to believe. It was a nice day out, and you’d taken advantage of the sun and light breeze, opting to sit outside for a while. It was good for him, for both of you really. Rose’s paranoia about the one-year-old getting sick had more influence than either of you wanted to admit.

You looked down at him in your arms, hair simple and pulled back out of your face. Your lashes fluttered as you gazed down at him, a look on your face like he was your favorite thing in the whole world. It was a sight, like you two were the only ones in the whole house…the whole island to be exact. The dress that Rose had bought you clung to you, some baby weight lingering, the top of it straining across breasts that were much fuller than they used to be.

Rafe had done that.

The glow in your face, the extra softness in your frame, and the mewling baby in your arms was all because of him. He knew that if you’d had it your way, your son wouldn’t be here, at all, anger bubbling up in his chest at the memory of what became of his first child. He tried not to linger on that or think about it at all if he could help it because it would send him into a blind rage all over again. He was trying to be better. He was trying.

He'd told you that, and he meant it.

…but you had a way of getting underneath his skin.

You always had.

From the first moment he came across you on the side of the road like some hapless prey ripe for the picking, the sight of you had stirred something in his chest. You’d looked so unsure, so nervous, and what had started out as a ploy to get a pretty girl into bed had turned into something more the second he realized who you were.

To say that he and Pope had an ugly history would be an understatement. They’d left their mark on each other more than a few times, and staring into the face of the Pogue’s sister, having you completely at his mercy, had him smiling in a way that was less than friendly. He’d wanted you then because it would be fun and would eat at Pope better than any punch could.

…but then…

He’d wanted you because he didn’t want anyone else to have you.

You were sweet—too sweet—and kind—too kind—and where Rafe would normally have the desire to squash someone like you, all he’d wanted was to have you all to himself. You were just too trusting, letting Rafe touch you and talk to you in ways that he could tell you’d written off as nothing. You were too naïve…and too caring.

He hadn’t lied when he found himself at your window all those months ago, knuckles bruised from the force behind his punch. The concern in your eyes was almost enough to make Rafe feel bad, a genuine fear for him in there that he’d never seen in anyone’s eyes before. It had almost been enough to make him turn around, or at the very least, just leave you alone after that night.

However…

The thought of you looking at anyone else like that had made his chest tighten. Rafe didn’t want to imagine you letting anyone else climb through your window. He hadn’t wanted to think about you sitting on your bed like some rapt student, listening to some other asshole go on about whatever dull family problems weighed him down. He didn’t want to think of some other guy being on the receiving end of that soft voice and those expressive eyes and gentle hands.

No one had ever apologized for the relationship between him and his father before. The most Kelce or Topper had offered up was a halfhearted ‘that sucks’, and Rafe got it. They dealt with the same thing from uptight parents who expected too much, so what else could they really say? Sarah had only ever given him smug looks accompanied by some variation of ‘I told you so’, but you?

You’d been genuinely sorry. You’d looked at Rafe like being at odds with Ward was the worst thing you could imagine. You’d been so bothered by the thought of the older man making Rafe so angry to the point where he needed to take it out on a wall, hurting himself. You’d listened to him, comforted him and actually tried to make him feel better.

…and that was the moment that Rafe decided he had to have you.

You were just too good to be true, too good to pass up, and he hadn’t cared how he achieved it, only that he knew he was going to have you…for good. The slight guilt that he’d felt at taking advantage of your drunken state was quickly swallowed down by the feel of you underneath him, so tight and so warm. It was almost like he just didn’t deserve something as sweet as you, but if that were the case, you would’ve never been in his arms to begin with.

“Where are you going?”

The sight of you coming back inside pulled him from his reverie, and Rafe evenly gazed at you as you came up short at the sound of his voice. He hated the apprehension that seemed to live in your eyes now, knowing that he’d done that, but what was the alternative? Let you get comfortable enough to try and leave him again? Let you get bold enough to actually fight him off? Rafe was happy with your fear of him if it meant staying by his side.

“He’s been asleep for a while, now. So, I’m just going to put him down,” you told him, a look in your eyes like you wanted to mockingly ask him if that was okay.

He felt his lips quirk up into a small smirk, and he waved you off.

His eyes followed your every move as you breezed past him, gaze lingering on the way your dress hugged you as you climbed the stairs. There was a time where Rafe didn’t have to corner you and hold you down to have sex with him. There was a time when you initiated it just as much, happy to roll around in his bed and sneak around behind Pope’s back, and even though you were at a place where you could barely stand the sight of him, Rafe knew you’d get back to that once again.

It was only a matter of time.

You’d be raising a kid together for the next eighteen years. Not to mention however many more Rafe planned on having with you. Your only other option was to be completely miserable, and you were a lot of things, but stubborn wasn’t really one of them. It was solely your fear that drove you to keep your relationship with him a secret for so long. Not stubbornness.

He wouldn’t lie.

Rafe did feel a little bad about how it all came out, but in the end, it didn’t matter how everyone found out really. All that mattered was that the whole island knew you were his. This whole island would look at you and that baby in your arms and know that you both belonged to Rafe Cameron. He wouldn’t have to deal with assholes—both rich and low-class alike—hitting on you, and he wouldn’t have to keep arguing with you about it.

That was one aspect of your former relationship that he didn’t miss.

The secrecy was fun at first, so much so that Rafe could ignore how much it bothered him to keep you a secret and be a secret. Rafe was nobody’s secret, but it got old fast, and it was solely because of the horny fuckers that couldn’t put their tongues back in their mouth to hear you turn them down. He hated having to watch them run their eyes over you, tracing every inch if you with no effort to hide what they were thinking.

It was enough to drive him crazy, and he had let it.

What drove him crazier was your inability to see it. You’d treated him like he was silly, and all he’d wanted was to not have to sit back and swallow it down as countless guys approached you with every intention of doing to you what Rafe did every night. That was the only thing that kept him from losing it completely.

Knowing that when the party was over, it was his bed you were climbing into and his cock you were wrapping your lips around.

Not theirs.

Looking back, that was really all that mattered, and maybe he should’ve done a better job of remembering that. Hell, he’d even allowed his mind to run wild with the possibilities of you and Topper. It couldn’t be helped. Despite Topper’s own history with Bunny, Rafe saw the way the other blond looked at you sometimes, and even without Rafe in the picture, you weren’t the type to cavort with your friend’s sloppy seconds. That still didn’t stop Top from imagining what it’d be like though, and his fear as Rafe had confronted him only confirmed what Rafe knew he’d been thinking.

He recalled the way his best friend had seemed to trip over himself, stuttering to deny what they both knew was true. After all, if Rafe was threatening him over some girl, then it was serious and he’d been close to crossing a line he couldn’t uncross. Rafe knew you would never, but you’d been angry with him that night, and when he came back to the party to find you gone, only to track your phone, his mind had jumped to the worst.

You weren’t the vengeful type, that was more Rafe’s style, but he hadn’t been able to stop his imagination from getting the better of him.

He’d fucked up.

Bad.

He knew that that same night when it was just the two of you on the water, and you’d been trembling underneath him. He’d been determined to right his wrong, to apologize and beg for your forgiveness. You had to see how messed up he was. You had to see how stupid he’d been to let his paranoia get to him. He hadn’t meant it, and he thought that he’d made you see that.

He thought you understood how sorry he was for that mistake he’d never be able to undo.

He hadn’t anticipated you leaving him. Not really, anyway. After all, Rafe loved you, and he was shit at showing it properly yeah, but did that really matter? He knew he loved you, and he thought you knew too. If he didn’t, would he really have gone through so much trouble just to keep you? To protect you from assholes that’d had the same intentions he’d had?

Rafe had gone above and beyond to keep you at his side, and as he leaned against the doorway, staring at you as you peered down into your son’s crib, none the wiser to his gaze, he wondered if you really knew just how much you meant to him even if he sucked at showing it.

“If you’re going then I’m going.”

Rafe heard you huff, a tired sound that clued him in to the fact that he was going to get what he wanted either way.

“Rafe…”

He didn’t respond, lightly bouncing his son and smiling back at the cherubic infant as he tried to grab at his face.

“Pope’s home for the weekend, and I just want to spend some time with my family. I want them to play with him and bond with him-.”

“…and you can’t do that with me there?”

“I don’t want you there!”

The rise in your voice gave the infant pause, and Rafe cooed at him before his face had time to scrunch up in preparation of a wail.

“I just want it to be us,” you continued.

“Not happening,” he replied with no room for argument.

There was a brief pause, one thick and filled with tension. He could feel your eyes on him, and Rafe was unbothered, only lazily looking towards you after some time. You were sitting on the bed, as beautiful as ever, face pinched into a frown. He took great care to ignore the tears in your eyes.

“You have to know that I’m not going anywhere by now,” you told him, voice cracking. “I can’t just want a few days away from you?”

“That’s not very healthy,” he sarcastically told you, slowly walking around the room. “We have a family, now, beautiful.”

“You’re insufferable,” you mumbled.

The insult merely rolled over Rafe’s back.

“You can go wherever you want, you know that, but you’ve lost it if you think I’m not going with you,” he said, sitting next to you.

You both watched as your son reached for you, and Rafe happily handed him over. He couldn’t swallow down his smile as the infant made himself comfortable in your arms, a happy sound leaving his tiny lips at the sight of you. Rafe loved how much he loved you, and he loved how much you loved him in return. The sight made him happy, and you only gave him a scathing look when he reached out to gently touch your face.

“You tried to run from me before…and you tried to take him with you…”

His voice was soft as he reminded you of this.

“I’ll never put it past you to do that again.”

He watched you lick your lips, tongue darting between them as your eyes flashed, memories of that night going through your mind.

“You didn’t really give me much choice, Rafe,” you whispered. “How could I not want to be away from you?”

Rafe looked away at that, hating how much that affected him. He knew it was his own fault, he recognized that, but how could he right his wrongs when you didn’t give him the chance?

“I…messed up,” he said, catching himself after a glance at his son. “I know that…okay? But I love you and-.”

“You can’t really believe that, Rafe,” you whispered, not looking at him. “You don’t treat someone the way you’ve treated me if you love them.”

“I’m shit at showing it, alright?” he spat. “You don’t…you don’t need to tell me that. I know.”

He looked towards the empty crib, swallowing.

“You don’t…”

He trailed off, letting his words die in the air. How could he explain it to you? How could he make you understand that he was so terrified of losing you that it made him go overboard to make sure he didn’t?

“I just can’t lose you,” he finally murmured. “…and…it just makes me so desperate to do anything to make sure I don’t.”

Your scoff had him looking at you.

“Do you hear how messed up that is, Rafe?”

You blinked at him, looking at him like he was crazy, and of everything that happened, he hated that the most. Unlike everyone else, you’d never look at him like he was crazy or horrible or the problem.

“I should be able to leave if I want to,” you whispered. “I shouldn’t be trapped into a relationship, threatened into staying with you. That’s not right-.”

“I know it’s not right,” he spat, breathing through his nose as he looked between your eyes. “I know that. I know that it’s wrong and doesn’t make sense and every other bad thing in the book. I know that, okay?”

He pushed himself off of the bed, taking a deep breath.

“…but I’d rather that than not have you, at all.”

When he looked at you, he couldn’t place the look in your eyes, but you were staring up at him with parted lips. His son squirmed in your arms, and it was almost like you didn’t notice.

“I’d rather you be dead than not with me.”

You flinched, and he watched the way a lone tear escaped, skipping down your cheek. You shakily exhaled, looking away from him with a shake of your head. As Rafe said it, he realized that it was the truth. He’d set out to have you, he got you, and he wasn’t going to settle for losing you. It didn’t make sense for both of you to exist and not be together. It didn’t make sense for you to be alive and well and not with him.

Let alone with someone else.

He watched you look down at the infant in your arms, his son much quieter now.

“You terrify me, Rafe,” you finally said.

When your eyes met his again, he could see how true that was, and his own gaze found the floor.

“You’re not who I thought you were, and you terrify me,” you went on. “…and even if I was some dumb broad who wanted to just pretend like nothing happened and forgive you for everything you’ve done to me, you terrify me.”

When his eyes met yours again, you were glaring at him.

“You’ve hurt me more than anyone ever has. You hurt me in ways I never thought I would be, and I can’t be around you without wondering when you’re going to hit me again or hold my head under water or-.”

“I told you that I’m trying!”

Your words were getting to him, making his chest tighten and his jaw clench. His son squirmed and made a small noise of protest, and you held him closer. Rafe forced himself to take a deep breath, running his hand through his hair as you just…stared at him.

“I’m trying my best.”

“Well, your best sucks,” you whispered, swallowing. “They’ve put men in jail for less.”

Rafe didn’t really have anything to say to that other than an apology.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “You’ve said that before, Rafe. Some things you just can’t fix with an apology.”

You told him that in a tone filled with finality, and even though it wasn’t the first time you’d said it, it was still something he didn’t want to hear. Rafe knew that he’d wear you down eventually, even if it took years, but as long as you’d wake up next to him with a smile on your face, it didn’t matter how long it took.

Your nails pressed into his shoulder, and Rafe hissed. The sting added to the heat that was already coursing through him, and he tightened his free hand around your wrist. The other was digging into your thigh, his mouth buried between your legs, tongue laving at your folds. Rafe was sure that he’d never get enough of you.

Truth be told, Rafe never liked going down on any girl much. He much preferred them going down on him, but his ego was too big to resist a chance at hearing some faceless bimbo moaning his name and clinging to him like her life depended on it. It was always a means to an end.

…but with you…Rafe loved the taste of you.

He loved swiping his tongue over you, sliding it between your folds, thrusting it into you as best as he could. He loved the way your breath would catch, and the way your thighs would press into his head, almost suffocating him. He liked to look up and see your parted lips, eyes wide and on the ceiling or half-closed and lashes fluttering.

Rafe had once thought that he could stay between your legs forever if it was possible.

He pressed his hand into your stomach when you came on his mouth, letting your leg go and reveling in the feel of your thighs tightening around his head. You were twisting your arm, trying to get him to let go, but Rafe was having none of that. You were still fighting to catch your breath when he kissed his way up your body.

Your bundle of joy was sleeping in Ward and Rose’s room tonight, something Rose was happy to agree to when Rafe had brought it up. You seemed to be just on the precipice of sleep when he’d made his way into the bed, his lips on yours before you had an understanding of what was happening.

Despite your verbal protests, and the hands pushing against him, your body greedily clung to his when he pushed himself into you. You were so wet, a simple and smooth intrusion, and Rafe groaned at the feel. He heard your sharp intake of breath and felt your nails press into his skin. His forehead lightly rested against yours as he just held himself there, basking in the feel of you wrapped tightly around his cock.

It was a feel he’d never get tired of.

He pressed his forearm into the pillow beside your head, leaning over you as he pulled his hips back. The action made you gasp again, and your chest arched up into his when he pushed into you to the hilt. His thrusts were slow at first, taking his time, and Rafe pressed his lips to your neck.

Rafe did love you.

At least, he thought he did.

He knew that the thought of never being with you drove him crazy, drove him to terrifying lengths. He knew that you were the first thing he thought about when he woke up and the last thing before he went to bed. When he wasn’t with you, all he wondered was what you were doing. Your smile alone was enough to calm him down from any violent high, and sometimes when he thought about how badly he hurt you, it hurt him.

He would think about the frown on your face when he held you too tight or the fear in your eyes that day on the yacht. He remembered the way you shrunk in on yourself in his truck that night, clutching your cheek and wanting to be as far away from him as possible. It hurt Rafe to think about those things, some of them necessary, some of them not.

Sometimes you just made him so angry that he lost control, and while he never cared in the moment, the aftermath always had him feeling bad. He always wanted to hold you and tell you how sorry he was. Always wanted to kiss it better and beg for your forgiveness. Rafe had never wanted to lose control with you, and he’d failed at that so many times.

Your sharp moan brought him back to the present, and he curved his hips into yours, plunging into you without abandon. Your nails were drawing blood, but he didn’t care. He welcomed the feel, the pain, and his teeth grazed along your shoulder before his lips traveled to meet yours. You jerked your head away, but Rafe followed, covering your lips with his own.

He deeply inhaled, breathing you in and tasting the inside of your mouth. Every thrust had you shuddering beneath him, and Rafe felt like he wasn’t going to last for much longer. Against what you probably wanted, you clung to him, wrapping your arms around him and lifting your hips to meet his every thrust. Under the cover of darkness, you seemed to lose yourself, and it reminded Rafe of the early days in your relationship.

He missed waking up to the feel of your lips wrapped around him or your hand sliding along his bare skin in the middle of the night. No matter how much you might’ve wanted to erase it all, your body would never forget, and it was so evident in the way Rafe played you like an instrument, knowing exactly what to pull and what to stroke to make the sound he loved.

“I miss you,” he whispered into your mouth. “I miss you so much.”

You didn’t respond, pausing for half a second, and Rafe kissed you again.

“God, I miss you.”

Being with you was the only time Rafe felt…heard. Seen. You had never dismissed his problems because of however much money he had. You had never just placated him. You’d always genuinely felt bad for him and had always been open to listening to him and trying to make him feel better—whether that be with your words or your body.

In truth, you’d been way more understanding than he deserved at times.

…and that was how he knew you’d come around one day.

You had to.

There was no other choice.

When you came around him, he held you down, still pushing into you and fucking you through it. Your head was thrown back, and one leg was hooked along his waist, and Rafe didn’t want to look away. You were fighting to right your breathing, and Rafe took the time to kiss along your chest. His son was the greatest thing you’d given him, and despite your silence on the matter, Rafe could tell that you weren’t all that comfortable with the changes in your frame.

Rafe had never been happier, to be honest.

The fullness of your breasts were addicting to look at, even more addicting to feel, and knowing that it was to nurture his pride and joy turned him on so much. His teeth grazed over the rounded flesh, and his palm pressed over one, massaging it and squeezing it, and Rafe didn’t miss the mewl you let out. Nursing him before bed was something you hadn’t done today, and he both felt and heard your sigh of relief when he wrapped his lips around a hardened bud.

The pressure from his hand and mouth eased the pressure in your chest, making a mess on your skin and eventually the sheets. Rafe wondered what it felt like, that relief combined with the feel of him inside of you. When it was Rafe’s turn to come, he did so inside of you, jerking against you and rutting into you until he was spent.

You yourself were completely spent when he pulled away from you, resting on his back beside you. The only sound in the room was that of your combined breathing, and this was the part where you beat yourself up and allowed guilt to force you into more isolation. Rafe refused to let you, reaching over and pulling you closer. You didn’t react, and he’d take that over a fight any day.

“I love you,” he whispered after a while.

When you didn’t respond, Rafe continued.

“I know you don’t believe that, but I do. I-.”

“You’re obsessed with me,” you tearfully mumbled. “That’s not the same.”

Rafe swallowed, frowning.

“You want to possess me. You only care that I’m with you, never mind if I’m happy or not-.”

“You were happy with me before-.”

“…and that was before!”

You pulled away from Rafe, sitting up and wrapping the covers around you.

“That was before I knew what you were really like and before you tried to drown me and before…”

You trailed off, hurrying to your feet and quickly looking for something to put on. Rafe watched you with a frown, huffing to himself.

“Where are you going?”

“To be with my son,” you spat out.

You were moving out of the room before Rafe had time to respond, and he only stared after you.

Rafe knew that getting to where he wanted with you wasn’t going to happen overnight. Hell, it might not even happen in two years, but Rafe was patient when he knew what he wanted. He was patient the morning after you had sex with him, calm as he told you he wanted more from you, knowing the kind of girl you were and the pressure you’d feel to be in a relationship with him.

He’d been patient before that, content to orbit himself around you until he was a regular part of your routine. Patient until he’d made the decision that he wanted you all to himself. He was patient when he’d tampered with your birth control, knowing it was only a matter of time before your worry drove you to seek out a pregnancy test.

He had not anticipated the abortion.

That had shocked him, and it was only then did it click for him just how badly you wanted to cut ties with him.

Rafe had been patient that day he and Ward pulled into your yard, relaxing in your living room as his father talked to your parents and he waited for you to arrive. Rafe was impulsive, this was true, but he was patient when he needed to be. He’d been patient in tracking you down, following your every move until he had you right where he wanted you, alone on the side of the road and at his mercy.

…and Rafe could be patient with this too.

He fingered a familiar box in his hand, taking it from its place in the nightstand. The ring was ostentatious and shiny and perfect—fit for a Cameron woman. Fit for the wife of Rafe Cameron. He was unsurprised to find you in the other guest room, leaning against the headboard with his son in your arms as you nodded off.

It was a sight that warmed Rafe’s heart with pride, and he gently sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to wake either of you. You looked so peaceful in your sleep, a contrast to how you looked whenever you were looking at him these days. You were beautiful and the kindest person he ever knew, and you’d given him a healthy baby boy.

How on earth was he expected to just let you go?

He grabbed your free hand, your left one, brushing his own fingers over your own. You hated him, now, but you wouldn’t forever. You were afraid of him, now, but you wouldn’t be forever. Rafe was confident that a day would come where he’d hear the sound of your laughter mixed in with his son’s, and when you’d look up at him, it wouldn’t disappear.

He knew you’d probably scream at him in the morning and probably hurl it at him, but that didn’t stop Rafe from slipping the heavy ring onto your finger. It looked like it belonged, and Rafe brushed his finger over the solitaire. It wouldn’t be tomorrow, and it probably wouldn’t even be next year, but a day would come where you wouldn’t take this ring off, and while that day couldn’t come fast enough…

Rafe loved you just enough to wait.

Fin.

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