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Warm Hands | Rusty Nail x Female!Reader | Part 2 (NSFW)

Author’s Note: Part 1

Tags: NSFW content, older man/younger woman, size difference, dubious consent, kidnapping, possessive behavior, Rusty is doting on reader, lots o’ smut.

The convenience store had long disappeared beyond the horizon miles back, but you still stared at the rear view mirror hoping it would somehow appear again or that you would wake up in your bed letting you know this was all just a bad dream.

The snow storm was worsening as time passed, layering the road with snow, ice, and dirt. He took his time driving and acted nonchalant to the fact that he kidnapped you as he occasionally fiddled with the radio when it lost signal.

Your grocery bag sat in your lap, teasing you of what your night could have been. Watching your favorite show while you lounged on couch, eating your snacks and watching as the snow fell peacefully outside.

Yeah, what could have been.

“What’s your name?” you asked, breaking the silence.

“It’s Rusty. Rusty Nail.”

You visibly deflated. “I meant your real name.”

“That is my name.”

“No, it’s not. It’s a nickname. There’s a difference.”

Rusty shook his head, further cementing his previous statement. “I haven’t considered myself that name in years. Everyone knows me as Rusty and that’s what you’ll call me too.”

“Don’t you want to know my name at least?”

His eyes twinkled amusingly. “I already what your name is, [Y/N].”

Your mouth parted in confusion. “Wait — how do you know that?”

Without taking his eyes off the road, he reached into his jacket and pulled out your wallet, offering it back to you. His voice and face teamed up to convey their disapproval and you felt like a child being chastised by their parent for being caught sneaking out at night.

“This fell when you tried running away from me.”

You took your wallet and examined it in disdain. You never realized it fell nor that he picked it up. So now he knew not just your name, but also where you lived. Great. You stuffed it into your own jacket roughly, punishing it for making your situation worse.

“Where are we going anyway?”

“Home. It’s not too much further.”

You drew your eyebrows together. “You’re taking me to your home?”

He glanced at you then back to the road. “Where did you think I was taking you?”

You shrugged, mumbling quietly. “I don’t know, some cheap motel or something...”

He sighed heavily through his nose, chest rising and falling with confliction. He then rubbed his chin in thought before finally settling on what to say.

“Well, I ain't, so don't worry your pretty little head about it."

You scuffed at his absurd logic. “Yeah, like that’s what I’m worried about.”

Stop calling me pretty.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t going to hurt you.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“No, but I know I won’t change your mind either.”

“You could let me go.”

His answer was quick and final. “No.”

You shook your bag in aggravation, crumbling the snacks inside. “Why not? Can’t you find someone else to fuck?”

He raised an eyebrow, giving you a questioning glance. “Who said anything about fucking you?”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. His head had to be screwed on too tight or maybe he was smoking more than just a nicotine cigarette.

“You! Back at the store you said you wanted company for the night. What else is that supposed to mean? I sure as hell know you’re not taking me home to chat about this lovely weather we’re having.”

He chuckled low, long fingers gliding across the steering wheel as he turned it. Those same fingers flexed away from the wheel before going back to gripping it until his knuckles turned white. His voice noticeably deepened in timbre, exacerbated with desire as he spoke.

“I have every intention on getting you in my bed tonight, but it isn’t to fuck you like some lot lizard I found slinking in the streets. Oh no, little one, I’m gonna be to taking my sweet time with you and you’re going to enjoy every second of it.”

In that moment, the truck passed another car who was going just as slow and careful. Their headlights brightened the tenebrous truck and in their hazy glow, Rusty’s blue eyes caught yours. They threatened you with a dark seductiveness and a dangerous allure and had Rusty not kept on driving you would have thought he was getting ready to pounce you right there.

You found yourself struck silent, dumbfounded and uneasy. You wordlessly turned back in your seat and watched as snowflakes hit the glass pane of your window. His words played back in your mind over and over again like it was an old VCR player and somebody was constantly pressing replay.

From his side of the truck, Rusty’s resistance was waning as time passed into the drive and the more he sensed your rising turmoil. He wanted to pull the truck over to the curb and spread you wide over his seats so he could quell your worries.

He had no intention of bringing home any woman when he stopped by the local shop to get a working lighter and a pack of cigarettes. After being on the road for months on end, he was ready to call it quits for a while, get some chores done around the house he’d been putting off and rest up while he had the chance to.

Funny how plans could change in a blink of an eye.

He swore he stood witness to an angel dashing through those sliding doors bearing a halo of snow and a mischievous smile highlighting your pink champagne lips. He smelled your shampoo when you whipped by briskly not sparing him a glance. He peered curiously over the shelves and watched you peruse the store in determination. He figured you were after something important like bread or milk or even a flashlight, but when you came around the corner carrying an accomplished grin and an arm full of sweets, he grinned himself.

Cute little thing.

He thought nothing more you after that, still intending to get his smokes and lighter and head home, but whether by accident or fate, his hand brushed yours when he passed you and it all hit him at once; your soft skin, your slight intake of breath, your timorous glance and just like that you had drawn him in. Rusty was enamored and he wanted nothing more than for you to follow him because between the few steps he took between you and the door, he decided he wasn’t going home alone tonight.

He waited patiently in his truck for you, cock already half-erect and painful from the delicious images in his head. He lit a cigarette and adjusted himself. Inclining his head back, he blew a few rings of smoke up into the air. His bed had been feeling mighty cold lately the thought of you warming it sounded too good too pass up. He looked out the window and saw you walking closer, eyeing his truck with apprehension.

Come to me, pretty girl. Just a little closer now.

He rolled the window down.

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“She ain’t much, but she’s home.”

He pulled the truck up a long and winding dirt road until a two-story, white farm house came into view. It looked run down and unkept, but it was a lot better than the dungeon you had pictured in your mind on the way there.

He got out of the truck and came around to your side. He unlocked your door with a key he took from his pocket and offered you a hand. You eyed it with uncertainty and glanced behind his raised arm into the vast darkness where the crystalline snow morphed into the black of night. You contemplated whether or not you should make a run for it.

“I know these mountains like the back of my hand. You’d never make it out of them before I or the animals get you and that’s only if you don’t freeze to death first. But—” He opened the door wider and stepped aside. “—If you’re that set on leaving then I won’t stop you.”

The chilly night air brushed against the back of your neck threateningly. You pressed your lips together. He was right. Running away would be a death sentence. What made it even worse was that you knew he knew you wouldn’t actually run so him giving you an opportunity to was his way of showing you who was actually in control and it was working. Begrudgingly, you placed a hand in his. He squeezed it, giving you a gruntled look.

“Good girl.”

Your heart skipped a beat. The people pleaser in you delighted in the praise even though it came from Rusty. He led you up the walkway still holding your hand. You didn’t understand why since it should have been clear that you weren’t going to run, but when when you almost slipped on a nasty patch of ice, he steadied you with his strong grip and his refusal to drop your hand became perfectly clear; he was making sure you didn’t fall and hurt yourself.

The inside of his house was interesting to say the least as it looked pretty much abandoned. Cobwebs hung in intricate designs from the ceiling fan and the hardwood floor had long lost its shine due to the several years worth dirt and dust doing their best to speed up the aging process. Various things were stacked into high piles in the corners of the room while others were haphazardly thrown about, forgotten and unused. The house appeared more like a storage unit than an actual home.

Rusty went and turned on a few lamps and the heating system, warming the house both in light and temperature. He came around and took off your coat and laid it on the back of the couch along with his two which left him in a green, button up flannel and a brown t-shirt. He was more well-built than you’d expected and when he bent down to pick up one of his coats that fell to the floor, his arm muscles flexed and you were intimidated by how dramatically they bulged.

He could really hurt me if he wanted to…

Curiosity got the best of you as you wandered the house. You were in awe with how much stuff there was to look at and for a couple of minutes your mind forgot why you were brought here in the first place as you glided your fingers across the different things you came across. Rusty trailed a few feet behind you. He kept quiet, letting you do your own thinking. He found himself growing more self conscious about the state of his house and hoped you didn’t find it too much of a wreck.

“You don’t really spend a lot of time here, do you?”

Rusty shook his head, a hint of regret in his voice. “No, not really. My job requires me to be on the road most of the time so everything in here just sits collecting dust for the most part. Could always use a women’s touch I suppose.”

“You mean to clean?”

Rusty grimaced when he realized how his comment came across and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “That’s not exactly what I meant.”

You laughed softly. “I know what you meant. Maybe you’ll find someone who will add some life to this place.”

His gaze settled on you, unwavering and penetrating. “Yeah. Maybe.”

You turned away from his unspoken insinuation and met a set of stairs leading you up to what had to be his bedroom. It was the only room you hadn’t encountered yet. No longer feeling up to exploring you tried turning back, but Rusty stopped you short.

“You still have one more room left to see.”

You couldn’t meet his eyes. “I don’t want to see it.”

He leaned in his closer as if to share a secret. His lips scraped your ear, traveling up to your temple, right above your eye where he pressed a kiss there. The small, loving gesture quelled your consternation, but a thick, foreboding cloud of doubt still lingered because the kiss held an implying promise of what was yet to come. You pressed your face into his chest seeking comfort and he rubbed your back a few times before he turned you around to face the stairs.

“Stairway to heaven, sweetheart. Up you go.”

He lightly swatted your backside causing you to yelp. You felt his chest move as he chuckled and pushed you forward. With your head bowed defeatedly, you trudged up the steps. Rusty couldn’t help but appreciate the sway of your hips and how tight your jeans were.

Entering the bedroom, he slid past you, catching one of your belt loops with his finger. He tugged you with him to the bed where he sat on the edge of it, pulling you between his knees. You wrapped your arms around yourself and waited for his direction. You felt out of place and worried that if you didn’t do good enough that it would cause him to become angry and lash out at you. Without dropping your gaze, he unbuttoned his flannel and peeled it off before lifting the brown t-shirt over his head, taking his hat with it. He threw the clothes and hat, well, you didn’t know where he threw them because you were too busy being mesmerized by his chest.

His chest was a chest belonging to a laborer, well muscled and broad. The temptation to touch him was hard to resist and before you knew it, you were exploring it like much like you did his house, running your fingers through the sparse salt and pepper hair. He radiated warmth like a cup of freshly poured coffee that you couldn’t wait to wrap your hands around and enjoy.

As you marveled his body, the next words tumbled out before you could stop them. “You’re really handsome, Rusty. Like one of those greek sculptures.”

The astonished look on his usual stoic face made you regret your words. He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. Embarrassed, you dropped your hands and whispered an apology. Rusty was quick to mend things.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, darlin.’ I just ain’t used to receiving compliments is all.” He grabbed your hands and placed them back on his shoulders and smiled gently. “Will you keep going for me?”

Instead of going back down his chest, you chose to run your hands up the back of his neck to his head. Rusty sat with his hands on your hips, enjoying the attention you were giving him. He closed his eyes when your nails scraped his scalp and groaned loudly.

“Fuck, baby. That feels nice.”

Without his eyes on you, you felt more comfortable to do your own thing and in a spur of confidence, you peeled your shirt off and unhooked your bra. Rusty opened his eyes questioningly and instantly locked onto your breasts that were bobbing teasingly a few inches away. His mouth parted and without a warning he latched onto a nipple and began sucking. His tongue swirled around it, hardening it until it was ripe, and he let it go to do the same to the other one.

Your head leaned back while your chest leaned forward into his mouth. One of your hands cradled the back of his head while the other raked through his long hair, pushing it back from his face so he could suck without interruption. You both groaned in unison from the reciprocating pleasure.

With your hands still lost in his hair, he roamed his own over your stomach, appreciating how perfect and healthy you looked. He wanted to mark you somehow. He wanted you remember this night long after it’s over, like a blood stain that refused to lift.

He suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist and hurled you onto your back on the bed. The old springs squealed beneath the toppling weight of you and Rusty. He loomed over you on all fours like a predator ready to ravage its prey. You felt the vibration of your zipper being pulled down against your pussy and it sent a jolt of adrenaline through you. Sliding his hands beneath you, he coaxed you up.

“Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”

Maybe it was his deep southern drawl or the way he naturally exuded power and dominance that compelled you to obey without question because as soon as he commanded you to, your hips were in the air. He pulled your jeans down until they were mid-thigh and from there he slipped your off your shoes and socks before sliding the jeans the rest of the way. So now you lay in his bed with nothing but a pair of panties and you couldn’t have been more nervous for them to be stripped away too.

You were a perfect balance between shy and tempting. You crossed your legs attempting to hide from his lecherous gaze, but it was fruitless. Rusty had already mesmerized your beautiful body and all its curves and bends. He grabbed the plush muscle of your thighs, kneading it like dough. His eyes asked for permission to go further, to finally touch you where he desperately wanted to. You sucked in a breath and nodded, looking up at him with so much trust. It warmed Rusty up better than any blazing fire ever could.

You’re safe with me, little one. You’ll always be safe with me.

He peeled your underwear down slowly. His eyes never rose until they were completely gone, tossing them aside like everything else. The air swept across your bareness and you knew there was no going back now. When he did finally look, he made a noise low in his throat and his eyes darkened to a deeper shade. Your pussy was already glistening for him. He pushed your knee with a heavy palm, prompting you to spread yourself.

His lecherous stare on any other man would have repulsed you, but on him it only made the butterflies in your stomach flutter eagerly. Gradually, like the first drifts of snow falling from a cliff before the start of an avalanche, the heavy walls you had built finally collapsed and you shuddered happily.

He playfully rubbed his chin on your thigh. The stubble from his jaw tickled your skin and you reacted in a fit of giggles. Rusty visibly lit up at the sound. He couldn’t remember the last time he heard laughter in his house. He did it again, eyes focused on you. He earned another laugh and loved the smile you tried preventing from spreading. You lurched forward and pushed his face away.

“Hey, stop that! It tickles!”

He smirked, feigning innocence. “Stop what?”

Your eyes narrowed. “You know what.”

“Let me just go down lower then…”

His full lips kissed your thighs, going further until they hovered over your folds. Your breath hitched when his hot breath warmed your pussy. He was so close, yet so far away. It was delicious torture. When you lifted your hips up to his mouth, he abruptly pulled away. You noisily voiced your dissatisfaction.

“Want do you want, baby? Use your words. I ain’t no mind reader.”

You lifted your hips again, begging helplessly. “Rusty.”

“Rusty what? What do you want me to do?”

“I want your mouth on me. Make me come, please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…”

He used two fingers to spread your lips open and latched onto your clit without mercy. A guttural sound echoed in the room and your eyes widened when you realized it didn’t come from Rusty, but from you. This spurred Rusty on and he sucked your sensitive clit so good that you thought the roof was caving in as your eyes rolled back into your skull. You tangled your hands into his hair, using his face as a make shift saddle and his curls as the reins.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised adoringly between licks. “Make me put my mouth exactly where you want it.”

You tugged his hair and pushed him down in a particular spot that had you shaking and weeping because his stubbled chin rubbed your aching pussy in all the right and wrong ways. Soon you felt yourself drawing close to your release and you grinded fiercely on his face in anticipation.

“Rusty—” you gasped, back arching, “I’m going to cum. Don’t stop!”

You could bring any man to his knees by begging like that and you surely brought him to his. There was nothing Rusty wouldn’t have done for you in that moment if it meant hearing that sweet voice of yours crying out to him in ecstasy.

“Fill my mouth, little one,” he growled, reclaiming your pussy with an animalistic ferocity, hungrily eating you out with his entire face buried between your legs so that only the back of his head could be seen.

Like the good girl you were, you did exactly as you were told. Your ribs expanded from the gasp, head reeling back as your orgasm shook you. Rusty never stopped thrusting his tongue, lapping up every drop of your cum. He swiftly pulled you forward so could he drive his tongue further and as expertly as he drove his truck. From his position on his knees, he watched you writhe and squirm, unable to keep still from the intense pleasure that overwhelmed you.

Your thighs locked around his head and covered his ears, muffling your loud moans. Rusty licked everywhere, from the inside of your thighs to the very inner workings of your spasming pussy as if he was a starving man who refused to be wasteful. With a final swipe of his long tongue, Rusty had you cleaned up good. He then placed a satisfied kiss on your pussy before straightening himself.

“How you feeling?”

“I…I need a minute,” you said between breaths. “It’s never felt like that before.”

He kissed your shoulder, purring reassuringly. “Take all the time you need, darlin’. There’s no rush.”

Comforted by his words, you laid back leisurely on his pillows, still experiencing the aftershocks of your orgasm. Rusty laid beside you, running his hands over you soothingly. The lamp on his bedside table casted a tangerine glow on your body and it suited your flushed face perfectly.

A few hours ago you wanted nothing to do with Rusty or his hands. But now your eyes followed their every move, seeking them out when he raised them away then relaxing when he brought them back down again.

His movements casted a soporific effect on you, and soon your eyes began to flutter close and your breathing slowed down to an even rhythm. Your body sank deeper into the mattress as the tension left your body and to Rusty it only confirmed to him that he had an angel sleeping in his bed.

Rusty bent down and kissed the valley between your breasts, easing you back awake. “Don’t give out on me yet, pretty girl. We’re just getting started.”

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strawb3rryshortcak5 · 1 year

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The Other Woman

john ‘soap’ mactavish x reader, simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader (unrequited love)

Summary: You and Soap slowly develop into something more than friendship, you fall in love. The problem is, Simon loves you too.

Contains: SFW, literally all angst, some cute parts with Soap obviously, descriptions of violence, yelling, dead bodies, and anything else COD related you can think of.

A/N: Soap needs some love too! This was really fun to make. I love basing oneshots off songs, this one is based on the other woman by queen lana del rey 💞(not completely proof read, mb 😍)

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Let’s cut to the chase, you and Soap have been together for a while. Only recently though did you come clean about it to the rest of 141. The both of you were nervous that it wouldn’t be allowed, maybe you would get told that your relationship is too distracting for the two of you, making you unable to get the job done. Whatever that might be.

Price reacted completely different than you thought he would, congratulating the two of you for finding love, bits of teasing all around from the rest of the team came naturally as well. Teasing from everyone except Ghost. As soon as Soap broke the news, he went silent. Giving your newly made boyfriend a quick pat on the back and then passing by, making his was to the door. Your eyes followed his fleeting form as Johnny leaned down to make commentary on the situation.

“Has he got a stick up his arse?” Soap says in a light tone, whispering it specifically so nobody else would hear but you.

“Perhaps. Maybe he is just upset i got to you before he could.” You giggle back quietly. Soap chuckled under his breath before grabbing your hand and softly kissing the knuckle.

You smile brightly as he does so, soon excusing himself from the room and lightly jogging across the room to follow Ghost wherever he had gone.

The other woman has time to manicure her nails

You always admired Simon. The way he was so explicitly put together in regards to his weapons and materials. He trains regularly, always making time to clean his guns, sharpen his knives, and you have even seen him shine his shoes in the past. At one point you could have sworn you saw an array or acrylic paint bottles and paint brushes all over his private desk in his office. But, you might be wrong. In all, you wish you could have his time management skills.

The other woman is perfect where her rival fails

On a rather foggy day you had also watch Soap and Ghost spar. This most definitely impressed you, seeing as Simon immediately had Soap on his ass. Throughout the whole session, you could’ve sworn you saw him glance at you, with eyes searching for approval every time he landed an ending hit on Soap. You didn’t pay mind to it though. Laughing at your boyfriend’s irritated excuses on how he was rusty, tired, and the reason he tripped over his own feet was because his boots were untied. They were not.

And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair, anywhere

“How come you never smile?” You had asked him, trailing him like a dog during one of the many missions you had been assigned to with him.

“I do.” He replies. Looking back at you briefly before settling down on the roof top with his sniper rifle.

You laid down next to him, ready to take down anyone that came onto the roof with plans to attack you both. Removing your pistol from your belt, you scooted up a bit to a half sitting position with your head using the wall for complete support. Turning your head to look at Ghost, you asked another question.

“And your mask? How come you never take it off?” You curiously questioned. Eyebrows raising slightly as you awaited his response.

“Classified. Apologies, sergeant.” He says, looking at you through his peripheral vision.

“You’re no fun!” You pout, crossing your arms and turning away from him. You pursed lips almost immediately being replaced by a toothy smile.

He notices this, but gets back to work. Focusing on the task at hand rather than the woman he would do anything for. Let’s just say it was a bit hard to do so.

The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume

“We were just on the field. How does he smell so fresh?” Soap comments, walking along side you while you wipe your bloody knife off on your pants.

“He showers whenever he can. I wish i showered as much as he did. Then i wouldn’t smell like shit everyday.” You mumble the last sentence. Fake jealousy lacing your voice as your boyfriend put his arm around your shoulders.

“I think you smell fantastic. But you should shower, with me this time sweetheart.” He looks down at you and winks with a grin spread across his face.

Your cheeks flush as you shake him off and start to walk faster towards the safe house. Smiling to himself, Soap follows suit.

The other woman keeps fresh-cut flowers in each room

“You lot are pigs.” Simon states, gruffly, as he begins to pick up the dirty clothes and garbage that lace the floor of the base.

You have noticed this about his. He is constantly searching for something to do. Price mentioned Ghost said he doesn’t want to be lazy. You think it’s something else. A distraction maybe. For what? You have no idea. That doesn’t mean you appreciate it less. After a long day of fighting the last thing you want to do is make your bed, clean up, and shower. Most times when you do return back, everyones cot is made nicely, things have been picked up, and the showers have been prepped for the stinking soldiers that will soon occupy them.

There are never toys that's scattered everywhere

No man left behind. It is a common saying in the army. At some level, there is a certain time when this mantra means nothing. Of course, everyone tries their best to have the backs of the people around them. But when you are holding on to someone as they hang from a speeding helicopter, you need to take into consideration that no matter what, it is necessary to put yourself first. Simon ignores that.

“If you keep holding on to me we will both fall!” You scream as your body hangs off the side of the helicopter. Ghost tightens his grip on your wrist.

“I am not letting you go!” He bellows, roughly pulling you back into the helicopter. It had shifted slightly, giving him a perfect opportunity to launch you back onto somewhat solid ground

“Thank you!” You say after a couple minutes, adrenaline starting to slow. You look at him as you quickly wipe your leaking eyes. He just nods in confirmation that he heard you before staring out into the sky.

And when her old man comes to call

“Y/N and Ghost! Get packed up. I’m sending you to Dublin. I need you to clear up some loose ends and gather the information that was stolen from us. Here is everything you need to know.” Laswell states as she hands Simon a folder, walking away after doing so.

You both nod your heads in agreement and begin packing. It was an unusual announcement, seeing as usually everyone on the team has a place on the field. But whatever, you will get this done quickly your the combination of skill sets you both possess.

When you are both done packing, you say a quick goodbye to Soap. Kissing him softly on the lips before getting onto the plane.

He finds her waiting like a lonesome queen

It had been a couple hours since you arrived in Dublin. You set up your posts quickly. Occasionally participating in banter with Ghost as you wait for the targets to appear. You were waiting on the low level roof of an apartment building. The darkness covering you completely. Ghost was down below, waiting to take out the expected armed soldiers protecting your targets.

The plan was you snipe the targets and Ghost kills the guards. Easy enough. How wrong you were. After a couple minutes of radio silence, you call out to Ghost using the walkie talkie you were given.

“Ghost, how copy?” You whisper into the device. Continuing to look through the scope of your gun.

A couple minutes go by before you ask once again;

“Ghost. How. Copy.” You question, more firmly than last time.

A bad feeling arose in your gut after the 6th minute waiting for his response. You jump up quickly, pushing yourself through the open window you entered to reach the position on the roof, and slid against the wall all the way until you reached the room where Ghost was supposed to be. Knife in hand, you kick down the door. Eyes widening as you finally react to the situation in front of you.

Ghost. Surrounded by 8 bodies in a pool of blood. Out of the 8, two of the were the men you were sent to kill. At first it looks like some of it is Ghosts blood, but you realize he is actually fidgeting with his walkie, trying to do what you would assume is fix it.

“Simon!” You shout as you enter. “Are you hurt? What happened!” He looks at you before raising the dead communicator in his hands.

'Cause to be by her side

It's such a change from old routine

“It wont work. Dunno what happened.” He says as he tosses it to you. Standing up as he does so, using the wall as support.

“Bloody fucking hell.” You mutter, turning around with Ghost following you. Closing the door behind him he whispers a quick ‘apologies sergeant’ thinking you wouldn’t be able to pick up on it. You do.

“It’s fine. You are lucky i’m so brave, coming to find you like a good girl.” You say as you turn around grinning. Tossing him back the once broken device that you fixed.

He grabs it and attaches it back to his vest. Following you up the stairs as you both exit the building and call for an escort back to base.

“Good girl you are, Y/N.” He says, almost completely silently. This time, you don’t hear him.

But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep

“Because i love her!” Simon screams back at Soap. Eyes widening in the words he had just spoke.

Soap looked at him funny, chuckled before turning his head slightly to the side.

“What?” He says. Tightening his first until his knuckles turned white.

Ghost doesn’t know what to say after that. Nobody says anything after that. The two of them unknowingly stand there as you cover your mouth behind the door of the base. You had went to follow Soap after being bombarded with questions from Price and Gaz. Your eyes begin to water as you realize how serious this actually was. You didn’t know what to do.

The other woman will never have his love to keep

You step out from behind the wall, lowering your hands and locking eyes with Ghost. You watch as his eyes widen even more. He turns away, fast. You begin chasing after him.

“Simon!” You squeak running past your boyfriend. He wasn’t jealous of your actions. He knew that the two of you had a great friendship, he knew how this would effect it. He trusted you. So he walked away and went back inside.

And as the years go by, the other woman

Will spend her life alone

As soon as you caught up with Ghost you grabbed his arm, spinning him around so you could fully look at him. You didn’t know it, but he was sweating like crazy. You were the first person he had loved romantically in a long time. He yearned for you. He dreamt of you. He was totally in love with you and he knew it. And now, you did too.

Alone.

“I can’t be with you.” You quickly blurt out. lowering your hand from his arm and breaking eye contact.

“I know.” He replies. Voice unwavering as he walks away from you again.

You want to tell him everything. You want to tell him how he could’ve been with you. You had liked him before you got with John. You really did. You didn’t notice all of his strange habits just for the fun of it. But you were with Soap now, and you really did love him. You had never been in a situation like this before and you didn’t really know what to do. This time, you let him walk away. Not before you caught him saying something else.

Alone.

“Apologies, sergeant.”

#i am gettinf better at this writing thing i think 😵‍💫#simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod ghost x reader #ghost #call of duty #cod mw2 #soap mactavish #john ‘soap’ mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap mactvish x reader #angst #captain price #simon riley x reader #cod mwii

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cabezadeperro · 1 year

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Hopeful Codywan

hello! a few months late, but here it is.

pre-relationship, mutual pining. takes place in the last months of the war, in that part of tcw when it's like obi-wan's getting beaten up every single episode. T, ~660w

“We have to stop meeting like this,” Kenobi says.

Like this: hanging upside down, bare feet and a rusty chain as thick as Cody’s wrist around his ankles.

Cody snorts. He clears his throat, ignoring the shivery relief blooming in his belly, and crosses the room towards the general. He’s dripping, a bit: blood and sweat and somehow machine oil, too. Cody makes a face at the familiar sight of the Force-suppressing cuffs around his hanging wrists, and steps under the general. His fingers brush the dirt floor, the nails bloody. The right hand looks swollen; Cody presses his lips together and reminds himself of Mim’s ruthless efficiency.

Kenobi’s heavy. Cody has to resettle and shift his weight, Kenobi heavy in his arms. His men flood the room around them, the comm chatter a reassuring buzz in Cody’s ears. They’re an old hand at this by now: two squads disappear up the stairs tucked at the back, and seconds latter the chain starts unspooling. Kenobi groans, gritting his teeth, Cody wishes for something other than hard, unforgiving plastoid.

“I think this is the first time I find you like this, sir,” he says while he lowers Kenobi to the ground. Kenobi sighs shakily. His face is red under the grim, and his hair is a mess. Cody wonders what happened to his outer robes, to his lightsaber. To his boots.

Kenobi blinks. One of his pupils is bigger than the other, and he can’t seem to focus his sight on Cody.

“Really? You’ve never found me upside down?” He sounds genuinely curious about it. He’s shaky, shivery. Cody takes off his bucket and then one of his gloves. The skin of his neck is too cold to the touch, sweaty—he’s going into shock. Kenobi turns into the touch, eyes slipping closed, and Cody sighs. He leaves his hand there and holds him up when Kenobi sways.

“Nope,” Cody says distractingly. He kneels properly, his armour slipping on the cracked tarmac, and when Kenobi leans on his chest he allows it. Where the heck is Mims. Cody eyes the cuffs, and then catches the eye of Crys while he’s on his way to the upper floor as well and jerks his chin.

Kenob hums. He blinks his eyes open again, and they somehow find Cody, fix themselves to Cody’s own. They’re sharp. Crys kneels next to them, takes out something sharp and long and dangerous looking from one of his pouches and starts messing with the cuffs, and Kenobi allows it with a small sigh.

“I’m trying to think of a joke,” Kenobi finally tells him. “But the concussion doesn’t help.”

He sounds so—blasé about the whole thing.

“Something about hanging around, sir?” Crys says distractedly.

Kenobi hums again. “Too cliché.”

Crys clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes.

Mims descends upon them seconds later, and Cody steps away and lets him do his job. He puts his bucket back on and kicks away the cuffs when Crys finally pops open the lock. Kenobi shivers, eyes rolling closed, and he falls quiet, face emptying of pain and thought, of exhaustion.

“You need better material, sir,” he tells Kenobi. Somehow, his voice sounds normal. Easy. Cody clears his throat.

Kenobi blinks his eyes open again. He smiles, and his split lip bursts open again. He looks like the back side of every single trooper still Cody has had the disgrace to find in an inspection.

“Sorry to disappoint, commander,” he replies. He’s starting to fade away: he opens his mouth, half-way through whatever he was planning to say next, and then he drops off and in Mims’s ready arms.

Cody shakes himself. He doesn’t look while Mims and his team take him away, because the job is the job is his job. He puts his glove back on, his palm tacky with someone else’s sweat and blood, and tries and fails not to hope this is the last time they’re almost too late.

#codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #maría writes #word prompts

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whoreforhorror · 2 years

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hello good morning/night :)

I really love your writing it's the best thing I've ever read :* if it's not too much trouble could you write for Bo Sinclair, Rusty Nail, Asa Emory, Otis Driftwood with dating a s/o who is a femme fatale?

Thank you very much for your time :) <3

Sorry this took so long to get to! My schedule is kicking my ass lol. Also, the best thing you’ve ever read?! Woah! Thanks for the huge complement! Hope you like this!

(Also, this hasn’t been checked for grammar or spelling so sorry for any mistakes. I’m finishing this up right after I got off from work)

Bo Sinclair, Rusty Nail, Asa Emory, and Otis Driftwood with a femme fatale S/O

Bo Sinclair:

Bo. Is. Obsessed.

He’d been having you hide away in the house while tourists were in town, despite your protest. He didn’t want you to get hurt, and tourists were hard to predict if you hadn’t been doing this for a long time. Plus, he didn’t want to scare you off with the brutality of it all, but he’d rather tuck you away than tone it down.

A victim had gotten past Bo and ran upstairs to you and Bo’s room, where you had camped out for the day. The guy had a wild look in his eyes, and was absolutely feral. He didn’t even consider that you could have been a victim before he started charging at you, pocket knife in hand. You sidestepped, grabbing a picture frame and smashing it across his face. He charged at you again, unarmed hand holding his eye where a piece of glass cut him, causing you to kick him in the chest and send him toppling over the bed. Taking the knife while he was disoriented, you stabbed him in the middle of his throat, throwing him to the ground face-first and stomping on his head, sending the knife all the way through his throat and out the other side.

You were panting by the end of the ordeal, processing the sudden adrenaline spike as you stood over the victim. Vincent was going to have a bit more of a challenge with this one. A laugh drew your attention back to the doorway to the hall were Bo was leaning on the frame. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you after that. Safe to say he was positively elated to see just how capable you were, and you bet he intends on showing you just how your little show makes him feel.

From now on, you’re joining him in the shop while he works. He’ll let you bait in victims and take care of a few of them yourself. He loves teaming up with you to toy with victims before one of you puts them out of their misery. He’s also going to teach you about cars, if you’ll let him. He probably already was, but now that you can be there more often, there’s plenty of time to learn. It would make him beyond happy to have you working on cars with him, side by side.

If there’s any gun you don’t know how to shoot, he’s going to teach you. It’s a requirement. One day, he’ll get you a gun or a knife, whichever you prefer, and gift it to you. Might even get something engraved on it that’ll remind you of him. Maybe his name or something that he calls you. You better appreciate it, because it’s the closest thing to a wedding band you’re going to get without it seriously being a wedding band.

Rusty Nail:

You’d been along for a delivery with Rusty when things went south. A group of people had been messing with him over the CB, and Rusty had new victims in sight. He hadn’t meant to get you involved but here you both were.

One of the victims attacked you while Rusty was busy, and you were more than happy to take care of them. You took a length of chain that was laying nearby, whipping them with it several times before closing in and wrapping it around their throat, stinging them up over a pipe and watching them struggle for breath.

Rusty had heard the struggle, and looked over as he finished with his victim. Safe to say he was caught off guard by how brutally you dealt with them. He knew you weren’t soft in any regard, but this?

To see you there, watching as they died slowly, was so hot interesting. He’d had his reservations about you fully joining him in his escapades, but all of those washed away as you turned back to look at him with a smile, asking if he was alright.

You’re officially his ride-along babe. Every drive you can go on, you’re joining him.

He already likes the idea of having you with him, but having you with him AND helping him with his victims?! Sign him up!

He’ll push a few victims your way and watch how you take care of them, possibly setting up the scene if he hopes to see you do something in particular. Be cautious though, because eventually he’ll try to push you past your limits. You have to either hold firm on your boundaries or become a whole lot less caring about almost everything.

It’s also a major turn-on of his to see you work. Once all is taken care of, you can imagine where things will lead.

Asa Emory:

You had been one of his victims, at first. He was takin with your intelligence and ability to find work-arounds to his various traps. Inevitably, you slipped up and he took you to the hotel, but not after a long, drawn out struggle.

True to your character thus far, you’d proven difficult to contain in your room and even more difficult to keep track of. Several times, you almost escaped, and one time you did. Not for long, but you’d made your impression regardless. You were his favorite, no matter how disobedient. Soon after your arrival, his attention was solely on you.

He started experimenting with your reaction to different traps and things of the sort. If you ever get badly injured, he’ll let up a bit, but you’re in for quite a ride. If you want to stop with the traps, you’re really going to have to push your case, and it will probably end up in an argument. At this point, however, he cares about you too much to put you back in the box.

You’ll be helping him with future victims, and those who escape their rooms. You’re like his personal enforcement officer. He’ll show you where all of his traps are, in exchange for you making his life a bit easier. Still, he’s going to keep a very VERY close eye on you. He’s not letting you go.

Eventually, he’ll propose a challenge. If you can get out of the hotel, you can join him at his house. If not, you stay in the hotel. He needs to change his traps anyways, so this give him a good opportunity to do that. You won’t know where the traps are, and he’ll set the other victims against you. Your only real advantage is that you might know the layout by then. Still, best of luck because you’re going to need it. He might be fond of you, but that only makes him want to push you more. In other words, he’s not going easy on you.

He’ll have you help him design traps, if your up for it. He’s impressed with your ability to get around the traps he designed, and wants you to help design traps to have the least escapability possible. He also wants obvious traps to scare his victims, so he’ll ask which obvious traps got to you the most. First-hand experience is the best way to get better results after all.

Otis Driftwood:

Well hot damn. He underestimated you. It’s not often he’ll admit he was wrong, and he still won’t outright say it, but Otis definitely didn’t think you could stand up for yourself to that degree

A victim had slipped past Baby, and you were the first on they came across while cooking in the kitchen. They started swearing at you, calling you and the rest of the family “crazy sons of bitches” and things of the sort while looking around wildly for some sort of weapon. You didn’t give them the chance, throwing the butter knife in your hand and sticking the victim in the shoulder. They screamed in pain and you could hear Otis yelling, asking what all the commotion was food. Apparently, the victim had too because they whipped around as Otis stormed closer to the kitchen. Using the opportunity, you grabbed a larger, sharper knife and leapt over the counter. Effectively tackling the victim, you stabbed them in their other shoulder, the stomach, the face, the chest, and the throat. They were long dead before you finished, and you knew that somewhere in the back of your mind.

Otis had seen everything from the counter leap and on, and boy was he glad that he did. That had to be the single-handedly hottest thing he had ever witnessed. His darlin’ not only getting their hands dirty but killing as if they’d done it all their life? He’s elated, ecstatic, over the moon, and deeply in love with you.

You’re joining in on the fun from now on. He hadn’t really been keeping you from joining in anyways, but now he’s practically begging you to join in on the fun with him. He’d love to see what twisted shit you come up with when you have the tools and the encouragement. If you were relatively normal before hand (lets face it, there’s no way you were completely normal if you decided to be his partner in the first place) than you most certainly are just as far from normal as the rest of the family now.

The rest of the family would accept you even more. You’re fucked up just like them. You are one of them. After that point, you’re not leaving. Not ever. You're in it for life.

#otis driftwood #otis driftwood x reader #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #rusty nail x reader #rusty nail #asa emory #asa emory x reader #the devils rejects #3 from hell #house of 1000 corpses #house of wax #the collector #joyride #slashers imagine #slasher fucker #slasher x reader #horror movies

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17-noodlebird · 24 days

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World One = The Amazing Digital Circus Grounds

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Jewel: Crystal

Power: Energy

Color: Silver

Theme: The Circus & Childhood Wonder

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Objective:

Get to the first location of the road trip without experiencing too much road rage.

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Chapter I: The Amazing Digital Road Trip Begins!

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The first episode — or chapter — pays homage to the Unikitty episode “Roadtrip Ruckus”, Teen Titan Go’s “Road Trip”, and the basic comedic road trip tropes we see in movies.

The episode begins with the Amazing Digital Circus members, or as I'll be calling them from here on out, Team Circus, taking a 15-hour drive to their very first destination, after packing their belongings and installing the first jewel into the secret door, after a brief discussion of what they'll be doing during the trip. Just as they depart The Grounds, all eight members of Team Circus receive a notification for their first objective on their communicator bracelets. Poor Caine thought it'd be a piece of cake…

At first, it's about what you'd expect it to be; road trip games (Jax’s favorite being punch buggy, giving him the perfect opportunity to pick on Gangle), some funny stories to share, Kinger talking about how the Bee Movie is such an underrated classic of the 2000’s, Ragatha reading a book in the car (and ultimately getting carsick as a result), and of course, road trip songs. The diplomats from the other dimension are acting as the surrogate audience, helping them out along the way via their Velcro communicator bracelets that Team Circus is also wearing on their wrists.

Unfortunately, things start to get out of hand really quickly, as Caine soon begins to develop road rage as a result of the antics of the other six members, something that has never happened before. Eventually, the Magical Digital Van gets a flat tire, so they have to stop at a gas station for repairs. While at the gas station, Jax and Pomni bond for a bit as they laugh at off-brand snacks, Ragatha and Gangle try to have a heart-to-heart with one another, Kinger and Zooble fix the van while discovering the mechanic is a shady scammer, and Caine is just freaking out over his newfound emotions as Bubble tries to calm him down.

Afterwards, when the Van is seemingly fixed after Kinger, Zooble, and the mechanic make a compromise, Team Circus causes even more of a ruckus, much to Caine's annoyance and Bubble's concern, all before the Van breaks down in the middle of the road (as well as earning a second flat tire), and Caine is not happy about this, throwing in some colorful (albeit censored with old timey car noises) vocabulary all the while. As the other members try to figure out what the heck just happened, Zooble reveals that they and Kinger had a bit of a squabble with the mechanic, making them immediately come to the conclusion that they have both been tricked by the con artist of a mechanic, who removed some of the parts of the engine to sell on eBay. “Thanks a lot, you two.” were the words said by Jax, as the others watched the mechanic scammer drive off with the missing parts, hollering back, “Yeah, thanks a lot, you two! Hahahahahahaaaa!!!!”

Uh oh.

This was all within Caine's earshot, who now wants payback. A car chase ensues, all to the tune of Lynyrd Skynyrd's “Free Bird”, as Caine tries to catch the fake mechanic and retrieve back the stolen parts for the engine, Zooble and Kinger having looks of guilt all the while. After Team Circus catches up to the fake mechanic (the Van falling apart by the seams from exhaustion in the process), Caine demands that he give back the parts. Naturally, a heated argument ensues, until Pomni discovers that they weren't the only victims of stolen car parts. This is where she puts two and two together and informs the rest of Team Circus of her findings.

It turns out that when The Magical Digital Van got a flat tire as result of a rusty nail being placed in the middle of the road, conveniently a couple of yards from the mechanic shop and local gas station, something the fake mechanic did on purpose. And he had been doing this to the other vehicles too; apparently, this was all part of a conniving scheme to sell used car parts on the black market to unsuspecting customers in order to gain some money.

As the fake mechanic attempts to run away, knowing damn well he had been caught, Ragatha apprehends him and forces him to give them back the stolen car parts, as well as the ones stolen prior to the encounter. He complies, defeated.

Pomni is congratulated by the diplomats and Team Circus for her cleverness, while the fake mechanic fixes The Magical Digital Van for real as he replaces both flattened tires and puts back the stolen parts. Some NPC police officers arrest the fake mechanic shortly after, with Pomni having called the authorities in the meantime.

Of course, Zooble and Kinger aren't let off the hook completely; Caine scolds the both of them for not being street smart about the matter (tho Bubble asks him to go easy on them this time, as no one could have foreseen this outcome). So all's well that ends well, and after several more hours of casual hijinks, they finally reach their first destination. The episode ends here.

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Current Status:

0 Jewels have been collected

26 remain

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• OG Cast:

Lizzie Freeman as Pomni

Amanda Hufford as Ragatha

Michael Kovach as Jax

Sean Chiplock as Kinger

Marissa Lenti as Gangle

Ashley Nichols as Zooble

Gooseworx as Bubble

Alex Rochon as Caine

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• Audience Surrogate Cast/Diplomats

Hynden Walch as Valerie

Susan Egan as Pamela

Amy Winfrey as Garcia

Mandy Moore as Lulu

Nevaeh Hamilton (me) as Bethany

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• Background Diplomats

Andrea Libman as Winona

Cristina Vee as Patricia

E.G. Daily as Rionna

Stephanie Sheh as Olivia

Debi Derryberry as Yolanda

Cree Summer as Gemma

Ashleigh Ball as Cécelia

Erica Luttrell as Belle

Ashly Burch as Imera

Kimberly Brooks as Bailey

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• Episode’s Antagonists

Danny DeVito as Otto Partz the Fake Mechanic

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• Secondary Characters Introduced

Edward Bosco as Gene Virgo the Convenience Store Owner

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#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc caine #tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc au #tadc ragatha #tadc bubble #tadc gangle #tadc kinger #tadc zooble #tadc road trip #tadrt au #the amazing digital road trip

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reggiethepup · 6 months

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Day nine - a sulfur cultist - I’m very curious about Stitches and what happened to her!

Day ten - an AU - my partner and I came up with what type and team of Pokémon every termina character would have, so I drew Abella with hers :)

Day eleven - first team - my first full party was D’arce, Cahara, the girl, and Moonless <3 I love them all so dearly but I kept dying to rusty nails…

Day twelve - favorite boss battle - I really like the yellow king’s design and he was fun to draw

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deanwastherealmonster · 4 months

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I headcanon that Jack gave Sam hero's luck but not Dean because he wanted Sam to be free of Dean's bullshit.

#anti dean winchester #dean critical #can we just throw dean away?#oh wait we did #we just threw the whole dean in the trash #dean is rotting #dean was the real monster of that show #team amy's son gets the revenge he promised dean #team rusty nail #supernatural #dean abused Sam #dean abused jack #dean abused castiel #dean abuses everyone in his life at some point

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quickiesgirl · 2 years

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You Give Me Fever - Eddie Munson

Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Cheerleader Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Protected Sex, Semi-Public Sex. A/n: I took a break from writing since I got sick with Covid, so please forgive me if I'm a little rusty.

You headed to your usual lunch table where your fellow members of the Hellfire Club were sitting. That's right. A cheerleader was a part of the “satanic” freaks and the girlfriend of a metal head, Eddie Munson.

Eddie, the leader of the D&D club, sat at the head of the table. He leaned back in his chair with his foot placed on the edge of the table as he bullshitted with the freshmen.

His foot dropped to the floor, and he stopped everything he was doing just to admire you as you moved through the crowds and waved to some of your friends in the cheer team.

“Eddie, you wanna explain to me again how you're dating the most badass cheerleader in Hawkins?” Jeff questioned, crossing his arms on the table as he glanced over at the metal head.

“Ex-Cheerleader.” Dustin corrected him.

Eddie’s sight didn't leave you as he continued to ogle, “I have no clue, man. Guess she just sees something good in me.”

“Yeah, and Eddie, you should be thanking me that I introduced you to that badass ex-cheerleader,” Dustin said, pointing a finger towards him. He looked at the freshman before smiling sincerely, which caught Dustin off guard.

“Thank you, Henderson. She is the best thing that ever happened to me!”

Gareth groaned dramatically from the other side of the table and stopped the beat his fingers were making against the wood, “Oh, come on! You get to talk about this lovey-dovey crap, but when I start talking about a new romantic movie you guys tell me to shut up.”

Jeff turned towards him and lightly punched him in the arm.

“Shut up, Gareth.”

Dustin chuckled loudly as he looked up from the table and caught your gaze before giving you a toothy smile and welcoming you, “Why, hello, the Great Y/n!”

“Why, hello, Dusty-Bun.” You teased, noticing Gareth wave you down, being nice enough to scoot over so you could sit beside Eddie and him.

“Thanks, Gareth.” You patted his flannel-covered shoulder and sat down, placing your metal tray on the table.

Eddie's soft gaze locked on you, eyeing the tiny, black mini skirt you had on that showed off those flawless thighs that jiggled every time you made a step, and his Black Sabbath jacket you stole from him the night before that you purposely wore just for him.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Eddie said, shooting you a wink.

“Hey, Munson.” You smiled and leaned in, stealing a kiss from your boyfriend before one of the freshmen interrupted to ask you a question, causing Eddie to grumble and give you a disappointed little pout as you pulled your lips from his. He just wanted you to love on him, and it melted your heart.

You chatted with the group about the upcoming English report in Ms. Bently’s as your boyfriend zoned out, noticing his oversized jacket slip down your shoulders, uncovering your Hellfire Club T-shirt, but that wasn't the only thing, underneath you were wearing no bra.

Below the table, Eddie's hand gripped onto his knee, nails clawing at his skin through the ripped part of his black jeans as his body grew hot like he had a fever from staring at the perfect outline of your tits and nipples that were poking out.

Eddie lightly licked his lips, casually reached under the table, and slid his hand up the small piece of fabric that was keeping your lower half covered.

Your eyes widened, realizing what he was doing, causing you to adjust yourself in your seat.

You glanced down at your lap and blushed, eyeing Eddie’s firm grip on your upper thigh as his pinky finger lightly stoked the thin fabric over your cunt.

He leaned in close and whispered in a dominant tone, “Hellfire room, now.”

The next thing you knew, you were in the Hellfire Club’s room with Eddie’s hands gripping your ass, and lifting you on the table as his lips devoured yours, tongues exploring each other's mouths like you’ve never tasted each other before.

Eddie transferred his mouth to your neck, kissing and suckling on your sweet spot, his hot breath tickling your skin as he mumbled, “Fuck, princess.”

You positioned your arms behind you and leaned your head to the side, giving him more space to mark you with as many hickey's as he pleased, hickey’s that Eddie couldn’t wait to admire later and show the whole school what he did to you.

“You wanted me to get all horny, didn’t you? Make me watch you walk around in that little skirt, with those perky tittys bouncing around in my jacket?”

“Maybe- yes… I just… need you right now. I need to feel you inside me, Eddie, please?”

How could Eddie ever deny such a need from his lady?

“Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Eddie’s hands reached for the bottom of your shirt as those brown eyes looked across your face for permission. You nodded before he pulled your shirt over your head and discarded it on the floor of the room, putting your breasts on display just for him.

“Holy fuck…” Eddie grunted beneath his breath as he stared at your chest in all its beauty.

He slid his hand up the side of your torso and took a handful of your soft, tender breast. His hand squeezed as he brought his head down and wrapped his lips around your hardened nipple, sloppily kissing and suckling your titty. You let out soft little moans as your chest rose and fell against him faster.

“Mh- Ed’s!”

Eddie‘s lips curled into a smirk, “Lay back for me, princess.”

You did as told and flattened your back against the cool table as he hiked your skirt up and gazed down lustfully at the black, lacy pair of thongs you had on. His breath became heavy, feeling his cock twitch against his restricting pair of jeans.

“Christ, sweetheart, you're gonna be the death of me.” He said, slipping his fingers between your panties and pulling them down, watching the fabric peel off your dripping slit till your naked cunt was exposed.

“So fucking beautiful.” He spoke under his breath as those big brown eyes ogled your cunt that was glistening with arousal. His large hands that were decorated in metal gripped your hip and pulled you closer to him, making your core graze over his tented member.

A blazing heat burned between your thighs. You grew more hot and bothered by the second. You needed him to have Eddie filling you right then and there.

“Ed’s, please, we don't have time for this, just fuck me!”

“... Just a moment, sweetheart.”

A grin spread across his lips before you watched him quickly run around the table, over to his metal lunch box, where he pulled out a condom. He always carried one on him for moments like these.

The boys in Hellfire were starting to catch onto how many times the two of you needed to borrow the Club’s room. None of them suspected these things were happening, but they definitely didn't think you were just “chatting”.

It was the safest place to go for the two of you and the funnest. Eddie loved playing D&D with the group and being the only one who knew that he’s fucked Y/n L/n silly in that very room, countless of times.

Eddie undid his belt buckle and dropped his pants to his ankles as he ripped the blue packaging open with his teeth, stroking himself a few times before slipping the rubber condom on.

He positioned the tip of his cock to your entrance and gently slid himself in.

A sigh escaped your lips as your silky inner walls engulfed and stretched around him, taking in every inch. He pushed himself in fully and paused, allowing you to adjust to his size, before pumping his cock in and out of your tightness, massaging your g-spot with each stroke.

“mh, Eddie!” You moaned out, too cock drunk to worry about how loud you were. Your hands ran up your body and squeezed your jiggling tits, teasingly pinching your hard nipples between your thumb and index finger.

“Fuck, princess, you're giving me a fever.”

“I bet my cum will cool you down.” You smirked, intentionally squeezing your walls around him.

Eddie’s hands held your hips and picked up his speed.

His balls swinging into your ass repeatedly as his cock pumped in and out of your pussy. The tip of his cock slammed into your cervix with each thrust, sending waves of sensitive pleasure to flow through your pulsing cunt as a familiar tension grew bigger in the pit of your stomach.

“Taking me so goddamn good! It’s like this pretty pussy was made for me.”

Eddie’s dominant hand snaked down, grabbing a fist full of your perfect thighs he loved so much while he flattened the palm of his hand against your pubic bone, feeling himself fuck you as you contracted around him.

“Fuck- Ed’s! I’m so- so close-”

That was all Eddie needed. He suddenly positioned his thumb against your clitoris and rubbed in a clockwise motion as fast as he could, only doubling your pleasure.

Eddie gave one last powerful thrust that sent the both of you over the edge into a melting mess of euphoria.

After you both caught your breaths, he gently wrapped both of his arms around your waist and buried his head in your inner neck as he began leaving kisses all over you.

“Thank you, sweetheart! That was so fucking perfect.”

You smiled softly and ran your fingers through his sweaty locks as he gently pulled out of your warmth and threw away the used condom in the nearest trash can.

Adjusting himself before stepping back over, standing between your thighs, and pulling your panties back up your legs.

Like the gentlemen your boyfriend was, he took your hand and helped you stand from the table where you slipped your shirt back on and flattened the front and back of your skirt, feeling him eyeing you with a massive smirk.

A tiny smile spread across your face as you gazed over at him and tilted your head, “What?”

“You're just so beautiful.”

You softly blushed and stood tall on your tippy toes, placing your hand against his chest as you gave him a little kiss. Once your lips were against his, he wrapped both of his arms around your waist and gently lifted you like a princess.

He held you in his warmth as your lips detached from his and gazed into those pretty brown eyes, “You know, we should probably get back to the table before the boys start asking questions.”

Eddie ever so gently placed you back down on your feet before reaching over the table and handing you his jean jacket back with a smirk across his lips, “If I know them right, they’ve been asking questions ever since I left with you.”

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