#carp without cars

[sugarypinecones]

a panic challenge is busted and having to avoid the cops with dodge… sneaking you into his bedroom while his mom and sister sleep… giving you a rodeo t-shirt to sleep in… maybe making the first move straight away… or maybe going to bed and then waking up a few hours later tangled together in his bed…

we were jet-set, bonnie and clyde — dodge mason x reader

warnings: SMUT(?) he never actually gets close enough but he gets.. pretty close, like cum in your pants close oops but i can do a pt2 i just kinda got confused and unsure how to really.. like do things idk and i kinda hate it but it took so much time and writing i feel bad if i scrapt it, mentions of reader living in texas obviously, reader has no real desire to win panic, whiny desperate dodge, idrk how to tag its late im tired, dayna interrupts without knowing

a/n: oh i love this actually. like actually love this. like im foaming at the mouth thinking about this actually. title from getaway car by taylor swift also, love u all and ty for the request!! 💐💐 also sucks esp the ending but like idk im down to rewrite the ending if not continue the tangled thing! just lmk if you actually wanted it and dont be afraid to leave other requests.

Living in Carp, Texas meant that there weren’t many fun things to do. You can only drive around an empty parking lot for so long before getting bored. So when the opportunity of playing Panic rises, you rise with it.

And surprisingly, you didn’t immediately get eliminated. In fact — you’ve somehow made it this far, round two, which.. you’re sure you’re going to fall to your death or just entirely not do it. And you were fine with that, truly. You had your fun.

Now it was time to focus on something a little bit more real – your chances of winning the pot were low, especially because of all that stuff last year, and because of Dodge Mason.

If you didn’t know what determination was before that boy, you definitely did now. It was hard not to see him and not see determination, especially after the first challenge. He didn’t have fear in his eyes when he did it, unlike any of the other contestants. He had something else.

You shift on the hood of the beat-up car, sighing as you look over your shoulder for any sign of your friends. It was hard to tell through the sea of people — some juniors who were eager to see the game, some graduates who refused to play, such and such.

Dodge’s eyes roamed over to you, taking in the way you fiddled with the bracelets on your wrists and the tight, nervous expression on your face. He knew what you were thinking — he could see it in your eyes. I don’t belong here.

He watched you look around for your friends and found himself wondering why you were alone. Why weren’t you with them?

He seems to recognize you from the first challenge, and when you meet his gaze, he raises a hand. A small smile follows, and you can’t stop yourself from smiling in return.

Something sparked in Dodge’s chest as your lips curled into a small smile — he hadn’t expected a smile in return. Nor had he expected your eyes to soften at the sight of him, or your cheeks to flush a pretty shade of pink.

Maybe he had more of a chance with you than he thought.

The sight of you smiling in return gives him just enough confidence to walk over, stopping in-front of you. It was slightly unnerving, but it felt nice. Exhilarating, even.

He smirked to himself, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching out to you — and just like that, his bravado returned.

“So,” he started, turning his head to the side to look down at you as he leaned against the car. “Here to root for me?”

Your gaze tilts to him, and you almost laughed. “No, I’m here to win.”

Dodge raised an eyebrow at your response, a scoff and chuckle of disbelief slipping between his lips. He turned around, leaning his hip against the hood of the car, the smirk never wavering from his face.

“Oh, really?” He said, cocking his head to the side. “You honestly think you stand a chance against me?”

He wasn’t sure where all this confidence was coming from - because if it were anyone else, he would’ve just been nodding along with simple responses by now.

You grin. “I know so.”

He let out a hearty laugh and shook his head.

“I’m serious!” You exclaim, although, you really aren’t. You planned to chicken out the second you got called on that death-trap of a beam, no way in hell are you risking your life just to possibly lose in the end.

“Yeah,” he begun, but you shook your head; letting laughs fall from your lips. “No, not really.” You grin up at him, and he acts surprised; but he kind of had a feeling from the start you wouldn’t actually go through with any of this.

“No? What do you mean, ‘no’?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re backing out just like that?”

Your eyes catch on the flex of his muscles as his arms fold over his chest, before flickering back up to his face with a shrug. “I guess—“

You’re cut off by the sound of sirens approaching, closing your eyes as you let out a frustrated exhale. Playing panic was dangerous — watching it, even.

Dodge’s expression quickly turned serious as the sound of sirens filled the air. He immediately turned his head towards the noise, his muscles tense and eyes narrowing.

He quickly looked back over at you, silently cursing how distracted he had become from your presence. He should have been on guard — his focus needed to be on the task at hand, not on some cute girl.

“Cops,” he said lowly, looking back at the police cars approaching.

“Obviously,” you retort, sliding of the hood as you glance over your shoulder. There wasn’t really much places to scatter to, but –

Your train of thought is cut off by his hand on your wrist, pulling you along towards a patch of woods.

Dodge moved fast, tugging on your wrist and pulling you away from the car. He quickly led you towards a patch of woods nearby, trying to put as much distance between you and the cops before they got out of their cars.

He kept his grip on your hand as you ran, his fingers wrapped firmly around your wrist. They were rough — calloused from working on the farm and years of horseback riding.

As they made it into the safety of the trees, Dodge pulled you behind a large oak, pinning you against the trunk.

He quickly retracted, internally cursing himself for doing such. “Sorry, instinct,” he grumbles, although not angry towards you, god, not you.

“You lead a lot of girls away from cops?” You quip, fighting the urge to laugh to yourself.

Dodge let out a huff of a laugh, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair. Adrenaline was still coursing through his veins, his heart thudding loudly in his chest.

He’d somehow managed to pull you almost 500 yards within that span of three minutes.

“Yeah, all the time,” he replied sarcastically, his smirk returning as he leaned his shoulder against the tree next to you. “You’re the twenty-third one I’ve led this month alone.”

You roll your eyes, “How charming.”

Dodge chuckled at your eye roll, leaning closer to you and looking down at you. His smirk widened as he pushed himself off of the tree, turning to face you fully.

“Yeah, I’m a real charmer,” he joked, crossing his arms over his chest once more. He paused then, noticing how close he was to you.

He cleared his throat before speaking again, pulling away, partially in fear of scaring you, partially in fear he couldn’t stop himself from asking to kiss you. “So, uh… you got a ride home or something?”

Fuck. No you did not. You hadn’t actually accounted that part down — you came with your friend, who is currently nowhere to be found, if not currently in the back of a cop car.

“No.” You huffed, narrowing your gaze as you looked at him, “I was gonna crash at Natalie’s,” You said, trying to explain your situation, which wasn’t hard to understand to begin with. Came with a friend, planned to leave with a friend, currently 500 yards away from said friend’s car, can’t exactly account to go home, as you told her you were going to bed three hours ago.

Dodge’s eyebrows furrowed at your answer — not out of annoyance, but concern. He knew the cops would be searching everywhere, and you didn’t have a ride home.

He thought for a moment, weighing his options. He couldn’t leave you out here alone until the police left. It was too dangerous.

He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair again before speaking. “Alright,” he said, looking down at you. “You’re comin’ home with me, then.”

Your eyes widen, and you seem to swallow as you tilt your head forwards, perplexed. “What?”

Dodge raised an eyebrow at your reaction, his expression shifting to confusion. He was surprised that you seemed so shocked by his offer.

Although, he got it. You didn’t know him well — not outside of school at least. You had seem him a few times, sat by him in a few classes. Thought he was cute, too, but never would’ve admitted that.

“You need a place to stay for the night,” he explained, his eyes locked on yours. “And you sure as hell can’t stay here.”

He paused, eyeing you up and down before continuing. “So you’ll stay at my house. It’s not a big deal.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but quickly snapped it shut, knowing he was right. Spending the night in the woods with the cops searching was a recipe for disaster.

Going home would be even worse.

And yet… spending the night at his house still stirred something within you — anxiety, excitement, curiosity — you couldn’t tell.

“Okay,” You nod, eyes darting around. “Yeah.” You exhale, it was for the better. You weren’t gonna sleep on the side of the road, and you knew Dodge.. to an extent, enough to know he’s not gonna pull an axe on you in your sleep.

Dodge’s face morphed into a sly grin as you agreed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He knew he was probably going to regret this later — he’d never brought a girl to his house before, let alone a girl his mother didn’t approve of.

“Atta girl,” he said, lightly patting your shoulder before shoving his hands into his pockets. “Let’s go.”

Dodge stepped away from the protective cover of the trees, gesturing for you to follow him. The coast was clear for now, but he wasn’t taking any chances.

As you fell in step with him, he leaned down to your ear. “Just so you know,” he began in a low voice. “My mom doesn’t know you’re coming over. So.. don’t talk too loud when we get to the house, alright?”

You cock your head to the side, a slight laugh escaping under your breath. “Doesn’t know or isn’t okay?”

Dodge chuckled, shaking his head as he continued walking. “Both,” he answered, his hands still shoved in his pockets.

“She wouldn’t exactly be thrilled to have some girl she’s never met before spend the night out of nowhere.”

You nod, wondering why he’d offer in the first place then. He could’ve left you to get in trouble with your mom, left you to get eliminated, anything else.

“Is that your car?” You tilt your head forwards, breaking the silence that fell over the two teens, eyeing a white car.

Dodge followed your gaze, looking at the car you were eyeing. He nodded, a proud smile forming on his lips. “Yeah,” he said, a hint of boasting in his voice. “That’s her.”

You find it slightly funny that he’s gendered his car.

He quickly started towards the car, reaching it within a few long strides. He pulled the passenger side door open, motioning for you to get in. “C’mon.”

You almost hesitate — but, it’s not like you have another choice — or enough self control.

You hesitated for a moment, looking at the open door before climbing inside. You settled into the leather seat, shutting the door behind you, your stomach twisting with nervousness.

Dodge walked around to the driver’s side and got in, settling into the seat and buckling his seatbelt. He twisted the key in the ignition, the engine of the car coming to life with a low, rumbling purr.

He pulled out of the field and onto the road, navigating the deserted streets skillfully. You sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the low hum of the engine and the occasional crunch of gravel beneath the tires.

Dodge glanced over at you out of the corner of his eye, noticing how tense and quiet you seemed. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “You alright?”

You nod. “Yeah, I guess it’s just..” You trailed off, unsure of how to actually describe the feeling.

It wasn’t scary, but it was. You were almost excited, but you didn’t know him well. Any knowledgeable person would be wary, but god, was Dodge Mason cute.

“I don’t know.”

Dodge chuckled, a sympathetic scoff falling from his lips at your failed attempt at putting your feelings into words.

He could tell you were conflicted about all of this — going home with a guy you barely knew, spending the night in a home you’ve never been to before… he didn’t blame you.

He sighed, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter. “Yeah, I’m sure this isn’t how you planned to spend your night, huh?”

You scoff. “Who doesn’t plan to go home with a boy they barely know after cops raid them?”

He shook his head with a grin and looked over at you again, his eyes scanning over your features. Despite the absurdity of the situation, he couldn’t help the fluttery feeling in his chest as he looked at you.

You stayed silent for a moment, your eyes fixed on the passing scenery outside the car window. The night was still and quiet, only the hum of the engine breaking the silence.

“Dodge?” You spoke up suddenly, your voice soft.

Dodge’s attention immediately went to you, his eyes flickering over to glance at you. “Yeah?” He responded, his tone just as quiet as yours.

You shifted in your seat, turning to face him. “Can I ask you something?” you inquired, your expression slightly serious.

Dodge raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued by the sudden shift in your demeanor. “Shoot,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the road.

You paused for a moment, collecting your thoughts before speaking. “Why did you offer to let me stay the night?”

The question had been weighing on your mind since the moment he suggested it. You knew he wasn’t exactly the most responsible or trustworthy person, yet he’d gone out of his way to offer you refuge at his home.

Dodge’s grip tightened around the steering wheel as you asked the question. He expected it, knowing it was bound to come up eventually, but he wasn’t exactly prepared to answer it fully.

The truth was simple — he found you attractive, intriguing, and he was drawn to you in a way he couldn’t explain. But he wasn’t going to say that out loud, not yet.

Instead, he shrugged nonchalantally. “Seemed like you needed a place to stay,” he responded, keeping his tone casual.

Your eyebrows furrowed, sensing the hint of evasion in his answer. You knew there was more to it than that, but you also knew it wasn’t your place to push him for the truth — especially given your options in the current moment.

You let out a sigh, leaning back in your seat and looking out the window again. The rest of the ride passed in silence, only broken by the sound of the engine and the occasional rumble of the road beneath the tires.

After a few minutes, Dodge finally pulled into a long gravel driveway, leading up to a house. The house was modest, but well-kept. Even in the dim light, you could make out the meticulously maintained garden and the freshly painted exterior.

He shifted the car into park and killed the engine, turning to look at you. “We’re here.”

You unbuckled your seatbelt and looked out the windshield, taking in the sight of the house. It was cozy, but not overly extravagant. It looked lived in — a home owned by a family who actually spent time here.

You let out a shaky breath, nerves starting to bubble up inside you once more. This was really happening. You were really going in there.

It wasn’t like regular nerves you’d had before. Not like panic, more like when you’re hanging out with a friend you’ve met for the first time — although, you technically know Dodge.

Dodge could sense the anxiety radiating from you, your nervousness evident in the way you fidgeted in your seat. He let out a low sigh, his eyes flickering over your features for a moment before speaking.

“You’re gonna be fine,” he reassured you, his voice soft. “My mom and sister are probably already asleep, so just stay quiet.”

You nodded, smiling. “Well, let’s go then. I’m tired.”

Dodge returned your smile with a nod of his own, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he turned his attention to unbuckling his seatbelt.

He pushed the driver’s side door open, the soft creak of the metal mixing with the sound of the crickets chirping in the night air. He got out of the car and shut the door, rounding the hood and opening your door for you.

You stepped out of the car, your shoes crunching on the gravel beneath them. You followed Dodge as he led the way to the front door, your eyes darting around nervously, taking in the surroundings.

He paused in front of the door and fumbled through his pockets, searching for his keys. After a moment, he fished them out and unlocked the door, pushing it open quietly.

He wasn’t exactly worried about making noise - his mom usually didn’t pay mind to him coming late. She figured he’d be home way later in any other circumstances, anyways.

As Dodge opened the door, a warm, inviting light spilled out from inside the house. You followed him inside, stepping into the entranceway and closing the door softly behind you.

The interior of the house was cozy and homey, with warm wood accents and comfortable furnishings. There was a sense of order and cleanliness, but it didn’t feel overly stiff or overly lived-in.

Dodge gestured for you to keep your shoes on, before nodding towards a hallway. “My room’s down there,” he whispered, indicating the direction of a long hallway to the left of the entryway.

You followed his gaze, looking down the hallway. You could see several doors lining the sides of the hallway, presumably leading to different rooms — bathrooms, bedrooms, and the like.

You looked back at Dodge, your heart rate increasing as you realized the implication of his words. His room. Where he sleeps. Where you’ll be sleeping, in close proximity to him.

Dodge noticed the look on your face, noticing the way your eyes widened slightly, betraying your thoughts. He chuckled softly, trying to ease the tension.

“Relax,” he whispered, his tone playful. “You’ll be fine. My room’s big enough for the both of us.”

You roll your eyes, “OK, cowboy.” You step into the open door, taking in the dimly-lit room. It wasn’t much. Just trophies, a wardrobe and a bed and small clutter around the room.

You liked it. You could get used to it.

Dodge chuckled at your nickname, following you into the room and shutting the door behind him. The atmosphere grew more intimate as you both entered the enclosed space, the faint smell of his cologne mingling with the scent of his laundry detergent.

He leaned against the wall, watching you look around with a slight smirk on his lips. “Make yourself comfortable,” he said, gesturing to the bed.

You don’t take any convincing, and immediately flop down onto the bed, exhaling at the feel of the differing comfort in comparison to his car and old truck.

Dodge let out another chuckle as you flopped onto the bed, his eyes watching you sprawled out on his sheets. the sight amused him - you looked like a starfish on the soft material of the mattress.

He pushed away from the wall and walked across the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to you. “Comfy?” He teased, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Yeah,” you hummed, a soft grin adorning your face. “although,” you sit up, glancing to him, “wish I would’ve known i’d be having a sleepover. All my stuff is in Nat’s car.”

Dodge chuckled, his eyes scanning over you as you sat up next to him. “Well, I didn’t exactly plan for this either,” he retorted, a smirk still playing on his lips.

He thought for a moment, his gaze flicking towards the door and then back to you. “You can borrow something to sleep in, if you want.”

You nod vicariously, laughing. “I am not sleeping in this.”

Dodge chuckled, leaning back on his arms as he looked you up and down. He took in your outfit, noting how out of place it seemed in this setting.

“Yeah, it’s not exactly sleepwear,” he agreed, amusement in his voice. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering over your body before he spoke again. “I got some old T-shirts you can borrow.”

He stood up, walking over to the closet, before tossing a shirt your way. It was larger, but you could tell that it was his. It smelt faintly like him, and you can make the outlines out of a cracked pattern from an old rodeo.

You smiled up at him, appreciatively. “Thanks,” you said, placing the clothes down beside you. “Do you mind if I change here?”

Being caught by his sister or mom wasn’t exactly a want for you right now.

“Nope, go ahead,” he replied, leaning against the wall lazily. “I won’t look.”

You nodded, watching as his gaze shifts towards the closet, adjusting clothes.

You waste no time peeling the clothes off of you, pulling the T-shirt over your body as you exhale, and then pulling the old sweatpants over your body, tying them as tight as you could around your waist.

“Okay.” You said.

He quickly shook the thoughts away, clearing his throat. “You decent?” He asked, looking over at you.

“Yep.” You nod, shifting back on the bed some, “Oh,” you glance away, “you can change too, sorry.”

Dodge chuckled at your realization, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He pushed himself off the wall and walked over to the bed, sitting down next to you again.

“Don’t worry about it,” he reassured you, reaching down and grabbing the hem of his shirt. “I wasn’t planning on sleeping in this, anyways.”

He pulled the fabric over his head and tossed it onto the floor, revealing his bare chest.

He knows how badly this could’ve ended - but, he was already here, and honestly the lack of sleep was beginning to make him more bold than he’d like to admit.

Your eyebrows raise, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you met his gaze.

Dodge noticed your reaction, his smirk widening as he caught your laugh. He chuckled in response, his eyes locked on yours.

“What?” He asked, his voice playful. “Never seen a guy shirtless before?”

You shake your head, blinking back shock. “I have,” you note, trying to pretend as if your eyes weren’t raking over his body.

“Just.. wasn’t expecting this.”

Her close proximity was intoxicating, the scent of her perfume filling his senses and clouding his thoughts.

He leaned in slightly, his face inches away from yours. His gaze flicked from your eyes to lips, the desire to kiss you overwhelming any logical thoughts in his mind.

"Tell me," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Tell me you want this. Tell me to, and I will. But I need to hear you say it."

He leaned in further, his lips hovering just above yours, the gap between them practically non-existent.

"I want this," you admitted, barely audible.

Without another word, he closed the minimal gap between them, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss.

His hands moved from your cheek to grip your hips, pulling you flush against him.

But it wasn't just about physical need, you could sense. There was a sense of desperation in the way he held you, as if this moment was more than just a passing lust.

As the kiss deepened, Dodge backed you up against the bed, gently maneuvering you until you were trapped between him and the mattress.

His hands moved under your shirt, tracing a path up your bare skin, causing you to shiver against him.

Dodge trailed hot kisses down your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of burning desire in their wake. His hands roamed over your body, worshiping every inch of your bare skin.

His mouth returned to yours, claiming your lips in a passionate embrace. He rolled his hips against you, eliciting a gasp from your lips as the friction between your bodies intensified.

With a smooth movement, he pulled away from your lips and moved to your jawline, nipping and nibbling at the sensitive skin there.

“You have no idea,” he rasped, his voice low and ragged with desire, “how long I've wanted to do this.”

His hands moved from your hips to your thighs, gripping the flesh hard as he shifted between your legs.

Dodge took a few moments to admire the sight of you beneath him, your face flushed and lips swollen from his kisses. He couldn't get enough of you, the way you tasted, the way you felt beneath him.

He leaned down to capture your lips again, his hands roaming further up your thighs. His fingers toyed with the waistband of the sweatpants, the thought of going further crossing his mind.

Dodge broke the kiss, panting slightly as he looked down at you again.

“God,” he rasped, his gaze roaming over your flushed face and disheveled hair. “You’re so damn beautiful like this.”

He leaned back down, his breath hot against your ear. “I want you,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “All of you. Right here. Right now.”

His lips moved to your neck, trailing hot kisses down your collarbone as his hands continued to wander over your body. His fingers dipped beneath the waistband of the sweatpants, tracing patterns against your skin.

“Okay,” You nod, “okay,” you repeat softer.

Dodge's breath hitches at your agreement, his fingers stilling. He pulls away just enough to look at you, his expression a mixture of surprise and relief.

"Yeah?" He asks, his voice slightly shaky. "You're sure?"

You nod, “I’m sure.”

Dodge's response is immediate, his mouth crashing back down onto yours in a passionate kiss. His hands move faster now, pushing down the sweatpants and discarding them onto the floor.

He positions himself back between your legs, his body pressing against yours as he kisses you hungrily. One of his thighs slides against you, causing you to gasp into the kiss.

Dodge takes advantage of your moment of surprise, his tongue slipping past your lips to explore your mouth. His hands roam over your bare thighs and hips, gripping the flesh tightly as he continues to move against you.

You can feel his hardness pressing against you, the evidence of his desire evident and urgent. He pulls away from the kiss, panting slightly, and looks down at you.

“God,” he mutters, his voice ragged and hoarse. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

He shifts his hips, pressing against you more purposefully. The friction between your bodies causes him to let out a guttural groan, his head dropping down to bury in your neck.

He peppers your neck with kisses, his lips and teeth leaving behind a trail of marks and bites. He continues to rock his hips against you, the friction growing more and more intense as the seconds pass.

His hands roam over your body, mapping out every dip and curve with fervor. He's almost feverish in his touch, his need for you overwhelming his rational thoughts.

"I need," he gasps, his breath warm against your skin, "I need..."

He doesn't finish his sentence, instead moving to capture your lips in another bruising kiss. His hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly as he increases the pace of his movements. The friction between your bodies is enough to send waves of pleasure through you, the feeling consuming your senses.

Dodge breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to see your face. He takes in the sight of you, hair mussed, eyes glazed over with desire, cheeks flushed with color.

He looks wrecked himself, his breathing labored and his body taut with tension. Every muscle in his body is pulled taught, as if he's holding back from completely letting go.

His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin. He's on the edge, you can tell. But he's still holding back, still trying to control himself.

"I want... I need..." he pants, his words coming out in shuddering gasps. "I need to hear you say it. Tell me I can... tell me you want..."

He trails off, unable to finish his sentence. He's desperate, his need for you almost palpable in the air.

He know’s he’s gotten your permission beforehand, but he needs to be sure.

“Please.” You whine.

Dodge exhales a ragged breath at your response, the sound almost a moan. He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, his body trembling with need.

"Thank god," he gasps, his voice cracking slightly. "Thank god."

He captures your lips in a desperate kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth hungrily. His hands move from your hips to your thighs, spreading your legs further apart as he positions himself against you.

The friction between your bodies is maddening now, the pleasure building with every movement. Dodge bucks his hips against you, causing you both to moan into the kiss.

He breaks the kiss again, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You feel so good," he whispers against your skin, his words sending shivers through your body. "So perfect, so goddamn perfect."

His hands roam over your body, touching and caressing every inch of exposed flesh. He's everywhere at once, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure that spread through your body like wildfire.

You almost whine out at the lack of contact to your body as his hands travel to his belt.

Dodge's hands fumble with his jeans, the frantic motion a clear indicator of how desperately he needs you. He pushes the material down, kicking them off the edge of the bed with a hasty movement.

He's bare now, his body exposed and vulnerable in a way he rarely lets himself be. He positions himself back between your legs, bracing himself above you.

He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of you beneath him. You're flushed and trembling, your eyes glassy with desire. You can see his gaze flickering over your body, taking in every detail, every curve.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His hands grip your hips again, holding you in place as he rolls his own into you.

The friction between your bodies is enough to drive you both insane. Dodge lets out a guttural moan into the kiss, his grip on your hips tight enough to bruise.

He swears he could come at the sight of this alone, and he honestly might.

A rapid knock to his door stirs him out of his frenzy.

Dodge grunts in surprise, pulled out of his passionate haze by the interruption. He looks up at you, his eyes still dark with desire but confused by the sudden intrusion.

"What?" he asks, his voice slightly hoarse as he called out to his sister in the hallway. "What's wrong?"

“I can’t reach the cereal above the fridge.”

He rolled his eyes, huffing as he pulled your — his, sweatpants over his body.

He raises a finger, as if telling you to wait, and you nod, but you were asleep by the time he finished helping Dana.

[keeps-ache]

went looking for something to drink and ended up trying to say every word starting with a hard C i could think of. i was just standing in the hallway doing that

[virahaus]

Another day, another time to debunk shitty takes I see online.

I've seen a multiple of people pointing out that "we don't know anything about Tommy" and how could people ship him with Buck (nevermind that the ship is canon and always will remain so) when we know so little about him?

First of all, I'd actually make a point to say that we as of now already know more about him then all the other LI that Buck or Eddie ever had in the show.

I shall make you a list, so that you may remember it more easily:

- He likes cars and he's a good mechanic (extrapolated by the fact that Eddie explicitly said that fixed/improved his engine)

- He likes playing basketball and he's also quite competitive ("we'll make short work of them" said in reference of Buck and Chim)

- He's sarcastic (the closet line)

- His favourite film is "Love, Actually"

- He loves Monster Truck and Craft Beer, and MMA

- He has a big scar on his chest and it came from a fire in a factory

- He's a very skilled pilot, able to manoeuvre in a hurrican, and doesn't waver in the face of danger

- He likes watching and practicing Muay Thai

- He was a pilot in the army

- He only came out when he started working in Harbor, but prefers not to publicise his sexuality

- He doesn't like Bella Swan (and it's implied he might like Jacob more) and he watched the Twilight movies

- He likes to drive his friends to events

- He has friends that can get him high up tickets for shows in Vegas

- He has permission to fly airplanes for personal reasons when he's not on the clock

- He likes to be helpful and he's thoughtful (driving Eddie to check out his sprain, going to Buck's to clear out the air without prompt, immediately agreeing in helping the 118 with the whole ship operation, trying to get Buck to be at ease on their date)

- He's loyal (he didn't rat the others out when the chief called on their way to Bobby)

- He's a smooth flirt

- He can do a mean mouth static (at least in his opinion)

- He pays the bill on first dates

- He is very much the definition of carpe diem (kissing buck was very much shooting his shot)

- He checks for consent

- He kept contact with Chim ever after he left the 118

- Chim called him for help in the episode Broken

- He went to the 217 and opened the spot for Buck at the 118

- He participated in the betting pool Hen made on how long Bobby would last at the 118 captain

- He apologises when he's in the wrong and is shown to be able to correct his behaviour

- He doesn't like chickens (lol)

- He likes the film fight club and can quote it

- Implies to have dated people he met on a call

See? We know quite a lot actually. So you may get off your high horse how about that.

I don't think I missed anything but do let me know.

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Humphrey Bogart (Casablanca, Key Largo, Sabrina)—John Huston speaking at Bogart's funeral: "Himself, he never took his work too seriously. He regarded the somewhat gaudy figure of Bogart, the star, with an amused cynicism; Bogart, the actor, he held in deep respect … In each of the fountains at Versailles there is a pike which keeps all the carp active; otherwise they would grow over-fat and die. Bogie took rare delight in performing a similar duty in the fountains of Hollywood. Yet his victims seldom bore him any malice, and when they did, not for long. His shafts were fashioned only to stick into the outer layer of complacency, and not to penetrate through to the regions of the spirit where real injuries are done … He is quite irreplaceable. There will never be another like him."

Buster Keaton (The General, The Navigator, Sherlock Jr.)—For me Buster’s hotness comes not just from his physical beauty but in the constant surprise and contradictions of the man, he’s simultaneously delicate/rough, feminine/masculine, confident/vulnerable, 5foot5 pretty face with an unexpectedly deep voice, at first glance you think oh he’s a cute little thing and then he takes his top off and it’s Superman abs underneath. He was intensely shy in social situations but had no hesitation in jumping off the top of a building. He famously never smiled on screen* but he exudes warmth and joy and laughter. He created some of the most beautiful, intelligent movies ever made but refused to acknowledge his own genius and talent as an artist, instead maintaining that all he wanted to do was make people laugh. If he was here in reality competing in this poll he would give it 100% but he would not be at all bothered if he didn’t win. And that’s why he’s the hottest vintage man. A vote for Buster is a vote for all that is good and decent in the world 💕 (*he did smile on camera occasionally despite his own assertions to the contrary 😄)

This is round 3 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.

[enormous amounts of additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Humphrey Bogart propaganda:

Bogart on why he became an actor: "I was born to be indolent and this was the softest of rackets."

Bogart about his wife Methot [who later divorced him]: "I like a jealous wife ... I wouldn't give you two cents for a dame without a temper."

Bogart, on why he was one of the only cast members filming African Queen to avoid catching dysentery: "All I ate was baked beans, canned asparagus and Scotch Whiskey. Whenever a fly bit me, it dropped dead."

Bogart's advice to a recently-nominated friend on how to write an acceptance speech for an oscar: "Just say you did it all yourself and don't thank anyone."

"the way he looks at Lauren Bacall……"

Buster Keaton propaganda:

"Just look at his freaking face...."

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This post

This video

"And for those who have never heard it, here’s his lovely voice in action: link"

Submitted: Link to Buster Keaton car stunts

Submitted: BK fancam

Submitted: quotes about BK video compilation

"Ripped body, gorgeous unique face, beautiful personality too"

[captainlunaxmen]

Panic 2.0

Chapter 1

Dodge Mason x fem!reader x Ray Hall

This is a rewriting of my old series on @lunamadhatter99, I decided to rewrite it because the series wasn't completed, and I didn't like it that much anymore.

Let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged in the next chapters.❤️❤️❤️

Chapter summary: graduation day!

Chapter warnings: none.

Tag list.

@stuckinthesmalldoor @once-upon-an-imagine

@idontevenknow1359

Relief is all I feel right now in the auditorium, waiting for Graduation to begin. I patiently sit with the other students waiting for my name yo be called, next to me my closest friends: Natalie, Heather and Bishop. I look behind me, a few rows behind I spot the new guy, Dodge Mason. I gently smile at him and he smiles back, we bonded a lot since he arrived last year, which is something that makes me proud, since he's not known for being the most open person here.

Graduation is the first step out of here, out of Carp, Texas, which all of us call the capital of Nothing.

The second step would be the local summer game: Panic. It's easy to explain Panic: you play and if you win, you're out of here. What's the catch? It's in the name, Panic, the challenges aren't exactly children friendly.

And, funny enough, the game has one simple rule: do not panic.

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"Is your aunt coming?" Heather asks me as we walk out of the building. Natalie and Bishop being congratulated by their families.

"Nah... I didn't even get a text, I don't think she will show up." I shrug, "what about your mother?"

Right before she could answer a sweet little voice calls Heather's name.

"They're here." She smiles, almost apologetically to which I respond with a reassuring smile.

"Guess I'll see you tonight." I chuckle.

"You don't have much of a choice." She laughs walking off.

I dare to take a look around for my aunt, but as expected, no one in sight.

"Congratulations, Y/n." I turn around seeing Natalie with his father walking to get their picture taken.

"Thank you, officer!" I wave at him and Natalie and start to walk off too.

I take just a few steps before another voice calls for me.

"Y/n!"

I turn around once again, watching Jessica, Dodge's mother, walking towards me with Dodge next to her.

"Hi, Jessica." I smile, warmly at her.

"Congratulations, sweetheart." She hugs me tightly once sheclose enough, Dodge sends me and apologetic yet amused smile.

"Thank you." I say pulling away, "so nice to be finally done." I laugh.

"I bet." She smiles brightly, I notice her looking around.

"She won't be here." I casually say, Jessica looks at me, sorry.

"Do you need a ride home?" Dodge cuts in, sensing the beginning of embarrassment.

"Oh... no, no, I'm good." I quickly say.

He looks at me unconvinced, then hums.

"We'll give you a ride. C'mon." He motion on and starts to walk without waiting for my answer. Jessica smiles proudly and walk away as well, so I have no other choice but to accept and follow them.

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"I think I already know the answer but... Will I see you at tonight's party?" I ask, as I step out of Dodge's car.

"You definitely know the answer." He smile at me and I sigh, nodding defeated.

"You're lucky I'm not like Natalie, or you wouldn't hear the end of it." I say.

"I tried to make him change his mind, but he's stubborn." Jessica chimes in from the driver seat.

"Yeah, it's one of the first things I learned about him." I laugh, "but I can't say he's wrong. I'm not a party person myself."

"You're young, enjoy these years, trust me." She tells us, using a sweet and motherly tone.

"We do enjoy them differently." Dodge replies smugly.

"I agree" I support him and Jessica just rolls her eyes with a smile, "I'll see you tomorrow at work then."

"Of course." He smiles.

"Be careful tonight, sweetheart."

"Drive safe!" I say walking to my house.

Well, my aunt's house, but since she's never here, it might as well be mine.

My phone rings once I change into something more comfortable.

Natalie, of course.

"Yes" I greet with a laugh, "I promised, I know."

"Oh good, you're making my job easier." She cheerfully replies. "I'll get there around 8? Does it work for you?"

"I don't have much of a choice so... yeah." I laugh.

"Wear something cute. We have to celebrate! Wear that cute dress you wore at my birthday party." She suggests at the end.

"Do you want to control what I wear now?" I scoff out a laugh.

"You're just so cute in that! C'mon!" She insists, "I'm making my puppy eyes."

"That doesn't work if I can't see you, you know that, right?"

"But you know what I look like." She sings trying to get me to agree.

"Fine.." I sigh, deeply, letting out a laugh too, "fine, I'll wear that stupid dress."

"Hey! It's not stupid! It's cute!" She scolds me jokingly. "I'll see you tonight, bye!"

"Bye!" I say having up the phone and heading ot my wardrobe to take out the short dress Natalie referred to.

To pass the time I'll clean around for a while, just to keep my mind busy. If I start to think, I'll end up thinking about Panic and I really don't want to think about it right now. I don't want to risk thinking too much and then back down. I'm taking the risk this time and I'm determined to win.

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We arrive at the already started party, Natalie parts from us to go greet some friends of hers, while I go find Heather and Bishop.

I spot them near the fire, drinks in hand already so I make my way to them.

"Hey." I say taking a set next to Heather.

"Hey Y/n. You came!" Bishop cheers, surprised.

"Natalie forced her to promise she would be here." Heather explained, simply.

"Exactly. Can't break a promise." I sigh, but glad I spend time with them.

"We're happy you're here." Bishop nod towards me, "you're just in time, we were-"

Ray's loud voice interrupts him mid-sentence.

"Oh god.." I sigh, Heather pats my arm comfortingly.

Ray gets close enough to shove the cup against Bishop.

"Final collection." He, basically, demands.

"School's out, okay? I'm not even playing." Bishop replies, raising both hands up.

"Think of it as an insurance." Ray says bending over to get on Bishop's eye level, "it's gonna be one he'll of a summer."

"C'mon, man, I'm not gonna play." Bishop tries once again, with a nervous laugh.

Suddenly Ray grabs his arm, it looks painful from Bishop's expression.

"We're all playing, one way or another," Ray says, not letting Bishop go.

Heather looks at me, pleading, and I sigh.

"Ray, leave him alone." I warn.

He turn his attention to me, looking me up and down until a smirk appears on his face.

"Well, well, well... did you dolled up for me?" He asks.

"No." I answer.

"Are you sure, baby? You know I love you in that dress..." he says, staring at my legs.

"You say that about everything..." I say annoyed.

"That's because you are my favourite." He winks and gets closer.

"Could you leave us?" I ask.

"Mmh?" He hums, then bends over, the cup rests quietly on the ground, he then puts his hands on both armchair, caging me.

"Listen, I know you have some trouble understanding human language, but this is pretty basic." I say and his smirk only grows.

"You can lie to yourself, but not to me. We both know the truth." He says and I catch him looking down at my lips.

"If it helps you sleep at night." I turn my head to find some support in my friends, but they only loom unsure of what to do.

"I do think of you at night, actually, if that's what you're wondering, but I don't... sleep exactly." He leans closer.

"You're disgusting." I push him away.

"Took you long enough to push me away." He winks again, "see you soon, baby."

And with that Ray finally walks away with his cup.

"Prick." I mutter out, takingn a sip of my drink.

"Hey," Heather calls for us, "a toast. To global amnesia."

I nod, grateful, at her and raise my cup.

"Nah..." Bishop says, "selective. There's a few things I want to remember."

I notice Heather and Bishop looking at each other, something passing through their mind and I would swear There's something going on between these two.

As we toast, Natalie finally joins us.

"Hey, what did I miss?" She asks.

"We were toasting to a future free of Ray." I answer her.

"And who will you angry flirt with?" She teases.

"Uh?"

"That guy sucks." Bishop intervenes, to which I nod.

That's how the evening goes, we talk, remembering the good old days, while Bishop and Heather also try to talk me and Natalie out of playing Panic... no success on their part.

"Let's go dance!" Natalie exclaims, to change subject. She grabs Heather's arm and goes to grab mine too, but I manage to avoid it.

"I'll sit this one out." I say, I notice Natalie's stare, "I never promised I would dance."

She scoff and grabs Bishop, who gives me a helpless look and I just shrug waving at him.

I decide to just stay seated and enjoy my beer and my peace.

"Waiting for me?" Ray's infamous voice makes me groan annoyed.

"Obviously not. Now if you don't mind leaving me alone." I say, not looking up at him.

"I do mind. Especially when you play hard to get, you know how much I love it." He replies, sitting down and dragging the seat right next to me.

"I'm not playing anything. I simply don't like you." I tell him and he leans closer to me.

"Yeah... sure." He softly says, looking down at my lips.

"It's not gonna happen again." I warn.

"Let's bet, then."

"Uh?" I can't deny I'm intrigued.

"I know, you like challenges, so let's bet." He says, confidently looking into my eyes.

"Bet what?" I ask, pretending not to be interested, but his smirk only shows me he see right through it.

"If I win Panic, you'll be mine." He says, looking at my lips again, biting his own.

"Yeah, sure." I laugh at that, taking a sip from my beer.

"Too scared?" He teases.

"No." I, too quickly, answer.

"C'mon," he whispers, "you're sure I'm not gonna win, right?"

"What I get if I win, uh?" I ask, raising my eyebrow.

"I'll leave you alone. Even though we both now you don't actually want that." He winks and stands up.

I consider him for a moment before nodding my head, standing too.

"Fine." I say.

He takes my beer and take a sip from it.

"Deal." he holds out his hands waiting for me to shake it.

"Deal." I sigh, taking his hand to shake it.

He hold my hand for a moment before he pulls me to him so he can whisper into my ear.

"Can't wait, baby." He leaves a peck on my ear and I quickly move away from him.

He smirks and starts to walk back, my beer in hand, before nodding his head and fully turning to walk away.

"Shit." I sigh.

I go look for Natalie and tell her I'm about to get going, since I have work tomorrow.

She tries his best to keep me here and celebrate, with Heather and Bishop's help, but I did my part and it's time for me to go and get some rest.

They reluctantly let me go, Natalie offers to take me home, and since it's already too dark I accept.

I can't wait to lay down on my bed, hopefully forgetting about the bet for a while.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Carpe Noctem 16

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

“Ma’am, I need you to get out and walk in a straight line for me,” Johnny opens your door with a grin on his face.

“What?” You hiss.

“You heard me. Standard check.”

“Why are you doing this?” You stare up at him.

“You’re not the one asking questions. Now get out and walk a fucking straight line before I drag you.”

You undo your seatbelt and get out. He doesn’t back up. You’re forced close to him as he crowds you against the car. He swings the door shut and points down the tarmac. 

“Ten steps away and back.”

You obey, walking steadily while counting aloud, then turning and coming back. His smug expression irks you, more so it saddens you. You thought he loved you. All those years…

“Alright, now this time, I want you to touch your nose, back and forth,” he taunts, “tap with your finger, both hands.”

You cringe and turn your back to him. You take even paces, taping your nose first with your left, then your right, repeating it over and over until you’re back by your car. He snorts and taps his pen on his notepad.

“I think we should do a breathalyzer,” he glances over pointedly. You see Carol across the street, watching. Really? 

“Can we just get this over with?” You whisper.

“What was that, ma’am?” He cups his ear, “you’re gonna have to speak up.” You frown and cross your arms. He tilts his head, “you getting defiant?”

You pull your arms apart and drop them straight. You lift your chin and stare at him. He directs you to follow him to his car. He has you stand by the hood as he goes inside to get the breathalyzer. 

He brings it before your mouth and you put your lips around it. He tells you to blow, watching you with a sneer.

“Is that how you do it with him, hm? Getting sloppy all over his dick–”

You hear a car honk and another veers around. You glance over, popping your mouth off as the machine beeps. A door flings open as you recognise the car. You’re not so relieved to see Lloyd as he marches through traffic without a single concern for the residential traffic.

“Ey, Officer Fuckface,” he blusters over, only one button on his satin shirt buttoned, “you’re ruining date night.”

“Sir, go back to your car–”

“Sir, fuck off!” Lloyd retorts, “she’s over your limp dick. What do you want? You gonna smash her face in again? I’m sure resisting arrest is a fair story when you don’t have a dozen witnesses hanging around.”

His blunt words, the reminder of what Johnny did, makes you wince. He's so nonchalant it hurts as much as the memory.

“Sir,” Johnny puffs out his chest as he faces Lloyd and they come up close, “I said back up.”

“Make me, Officer Cum Sock.”

“You think I care about a slut?” Johnny growls.

“I think you get lonely without someone to tug you off for the thirsty seconds it takes you to drain those raisins you call balls,” Lloyd barks, “now I got a date. I’m due at six o’clock to blow a certain lady’s back out–”

Johnny doesn’t hold back. You feel the crack in Lloyd’s nose as Johnny suckers him. Lloyd recoils, covering his face with a hand as he snarls. Johnny pulls free his nightstick and you gasp. You latch onto his arm before he can swing at the other man.

Johnny tries to shake you off, knocking your head with the end of the club. You cry out and splay over the pavement. Dizzily you look up as Johnny staggers back. The men swing at each other. Lloyd deflects the night stick, grabbing onto it and twisting it free. He aims it at Johnny’s leg and knocks him on his ass.

You whine and try to crawl forward as Johnny shields himself. Lloyd lays another strike on his shoulder, then his forearm. Johnny cries out, grunting as he’s beat down by the angry man, satin fluttering in rage.

“Lloyd,” you get to your knees, regaining your senses, “please, stop, stop! You’re gonna kill him.”

“I fucking should,” Lloyd throws the night stick at Johnny so it bounces off his stomach.

“There’ll be more cops on their way,” you gulp.

“So the fuck what,” Lloyd nudges past you. You cling to his arm as you try to stop him. He wipes his face and spits blood onto the pavement as he bends over Johnny, “say hi to Fowler for me.”

“Fowler,” Johnny gurgles, his teeth red with blood.

“Have fun working the turf for life, scumbag,” Lloyd tries to shrug you off as you tug on him, “dollface, the men are talking.”

“You’ve done enough of that,” you turn and put your hand on his chest, “let me get you home. You’re bleeding all over.”

“What– huh?”

You reach up to touch his jaw as he looks down at you. You swipe your thumb over his mustache as the blood gushes down and stains the hair.

“Come on, you did good, let’s just go,” you plead gently, shaking, “I’ll get you cleaned up…” You try to look flirty but jitter instead, “so we can get dirty…”

You don’t sound convinced but he doesn’t seem to care and his lips curl, “oh, fuck yeah.”

“Alright, let’s go,” you pat his chest, “I’ll just go leave my car at the daycare, alright?”

His eyes are fiery with adrenaline. He peeks down at Johnny and you shake your head, saying his name firmly.

“I owe you, right?” You say, “can’t pay you back if you’re all messed up.”

He huffs and raises his hands. He takes a step on his heel. Johnny groans and coughs, “you’ll fuckin’ see–”

“Want more, baby dick?” Lloyd goes to charge at him and you insert yourself between them once more.

“Hey, hey,” you raise your voice, just a little, louder than you would ever dare. “I said get in your car,” you point at him, “if we’re not home by six, I’ll be too tired to…” you let your eyes trail down, unable to say the words out loud. 

He follows your gaze, “you gonna… suck it?”

“Sure, please, just wait for me. In. The. Car.” You enunciate each word.

“What about this fuck?” He gestures to Johnny.

“Don’t think he’ll get up anytime soon,” you mutter, “go.”

“Hey, with that mouth on my mind, the weight of my balls is gonna throw me off too much to throw a good hook,” Lloyd cackles.

You give him a pointed look and he winks. He retreats and strides across the street, legs slightly apart as he ignores the car that beeps at him. You turn and look down at Johnny.

“I never cheated on you. Never would’ve,” you say softly, “I loved you, J.”

“Bullshit,” he spits.

You shrug and step over him. You can’t say your feelings for him are entirely gone, but you feel them dwindling. It’s clear to you now, he never cared as much for you as you did him.

[alwaysonthemend]

Carpe Noctem | JTK x Reader

Author’s Note: Naming this fic Carpe Noctem in honor of my new tattoo lol. The beginning of this fic is inspired by the shitty date that I went on last night... Unfortunately, Jake did not in fact sweep in to save the day but a girl can dream. I was complaining to @jakeyt and she had the wonderful idea to turn this into a fic so I hope you all enjoy! As always, apologies for any typos/mistakes

Word Count: 4979

Content Warnings: Fem!reader, terrible flirting (bc I can't flirt in real life either), oral (m and f rec), unprotected sex, edging, orgasm denial, p in v sex, slapping, sir kink, pirate kink? idk. 18 + MINORS DNI

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You don’t think you’ve ever been on a date worse than the one you’re on right now – and you’ve been on some interesting ones in the past… But this guy just takes the cake. To begin with, he’d chosen a very expensive steak restaurant in East Nashville and while you’re not opposed to finer dining every now and again, this just seemed like overkill for a first date. 

But you’d agreed when the guy had suggested it and had proceeded to spend a far longer time than you’ll ever admit trying to pick out a nice outfit for the date; Time, you came to discover, which was totally wasted given that your date had shown up in basketball shorts and flip flops. And normally you wouldn’t give a damn about what someone else wanted to wear, but damn he could have at least tried a little bit – especially given the location.  

Still, you’d persisted and sat down with him – intent on giving him the benefit of the doubt. But he’d quickly let you down, launching into rant after rant about himself and all the amazing things he’s done and about all the places he’s traveled, hardly letting you get a word in edgewise. 

The few times that he did actually ask you about yourself, you could tell that he was only asking because he knows that he’s “supposed to.” Everything you said he just turned into another way to talk about himself, and it didn’t take you long before you just gave up on trying to say anything – choosing instead to just sit there quietly and let him go. 

By the time the bill was paid (at least he’d had the decency to pay for your meal), you were more than ready to get the hell out of there. You walked briskly to the door with your terrible date hot on your heels. 

“Y/n.” He said, turning to you as the two of you stepped outside onto the pavement. “I think this date went really well.”

You open your mouth to protest but he continues on, yet again preventing you from being able to say a fucking word. 

“I think we have a real connection, and… I think you should come back to my place tonight.” 

Your jaw drops at his audacity and you whip your head around to gape at him. Seeing your reaction, he’s quick to try and backpedal. 

“I don’t mean to presume, but-” 

“Oh would you just shut the fuck up? Please?” You bite out, and it’s his turn for his jaw to drop in shock. 

“Excuse me?” He asks, voice raising in volume. He looks so offended but you can’t find it in yourself to care. 

“All you talked about at dinner tonight was yourself, you hardly let me speak at all…” you gesture angrily towards his lower half, “you show up in fucking shorts and flip flops – and you have the audacity to ask me to come home with you?” 

You’re suddenly so angry you can barely think straight and his stupid face – gaping at you like a fish out of water, is only making it worse. 

“Well I’m sorry that I didn’t realize that you’re such a stuck up bitch.” He says angrily, glaring at you as you both stand there staring at each other. 

“Oh fuck you.” You say, whipping your phone out of your pocket to call an Uber. 

“You wish.” He snarks, turning to leave. 

As he passes you, he bumps his shoulder into yours, sending your phone flying from your grip and crashing to the ground. He keeps walking, not bothering to stop or to apologize. 

“Douchebag!” You call after him, huffing angrily as he climbs into his car without a second glance back. 

You sigh, turning your attention back to your phone lying face down on the concrete. Hopefully it’s not broken, because that would honestly just be the icing on the cake for your horrible night. 

Just as you're about to stoop down to grab it, another hand darts out and grabs it for you. Startled, you take a step back, noticing a man standing next to you, holding your phone out to you. You don’t know where he came from, but you’re stunned into silence for a moment upon taking in his appearance. 

He’s gorgeous, to say the least: long brown hair flows down his shoulders, and a light dusting of facial hair adorns his top lip. In the dim light of the night, you can just make out his chocolate brown eyes staring at you from beneath his wide-brimmed black hat. His shirt is only buttoned at the very bottom, leaving his chest on display for you. His silver necklace glitters in the moonlight. 

“Um.” You say eloquently, trying to swallow around the sudden dryness in your throat. 

“It’s not broken.” He tells you, and fuck his voice is attractive too – smooth and lilting in a way that makes your knees weak. 

“Thank you.” You take your phone, shoving it into your pocket without even glancing at the screen to confirm that it’s not cracked. “How long have you been standing out here?” 

“Long enough.” He says, giving you a smile that makes butterflies erupt inside you. 

“So you heard all that, then?” You gesture vaguely in the direction of where your date had gone, cringing at the thought of this beautiful stranger bearing witness to what just transpired. 

“Yeah, I heard all that.” He confirms, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. “Seemed like a real piece of work.” 

You nod your head, grinning a little at him. 

“I seem to only ever attract assholes, unfortunately.”

“I’m not an asshole.” He says, eyes twinkling in the moonlight. “At least, I don’t think I am.” 

It takes you a minute to catch onto what he’s implying, but once you do your cheeks grow impossibly hot under his gaze. He’s attracted to you – the thought seems almost ridiculous given how beautiful he is. He doesn’t seem real with the way he’s standing before you: seemingly appearing out of nowhere and practically glowing under the light of the moon. 

“Oh?” You raise your brow playfully at him, “You don’t think you are?”

“I think I’m alright. Most definitely better than that guy.”

“That’s a low bar.” 

He chuckles, and the sound of it makes you feel all warm inside. You’re struck with the sudden desire to make him laugh again. You want to hear it over and over and over again. 

“I’m Y/n, by the way.” You say, extending your hand for him to shake. 

He pulls his hand from his pocket and grips your hand. His palms are warm and smooth, but his fingertips are rough and calloused. You revel in the feeling of touching his skin for the first time. 

“I’m Jake.” He tells you, and you can’t help the snort that escapes you. “What? Something wrong with my name?” 

You shake your head, grinning from ear to ear as you assess him. 

“You just don’t look like a Jake, that’s all.” 

He quirks a brow. 

“And what do I look like, then?”

You hum, looking him up and down for a moment. 

“I’m not sure. William maybe? Or just Will for short.” You shrug, “Just not Jake.” 

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not.” He says honestly, tilting his head at you. You can’t help but notice how the moonlight accentuates the curve of his jaw in the most delicious way. 

You pause for a moment, thinking. 

“It’s a compliment.” You finally assert, nodding your head once as you speak. “You just seem so…” You trail off for a moment, searching for the right word. You can’t think of one. 

Jake just laughs again, shaking his head at you. He takes a step closer, and you swear your heart skips a beat. 

“Can I ask you a question, Y/n?” He says, voice suddenly a lot lower than before. 

“Technically you already did, but go ahead.” 

He shakes his head again, lips quirking into a mischievous smile. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” He jerks his head towards the restaurant. 

You can’t for the life of you think of one reason why you shouldn’t let him buy you a drink. 

“You promise you’re not an asshole?” You ask, though your mind is already made up.  

“I promise.” He assures you, holding his arm out so that you can link your arm with his. 

Grinning like an idiot, you loop your arm with his and the two of you make your way back inside, this time taking your seat at the bar. As you sit, Jake signals a hand for the bartender. 

“Whiskey. Neat.” He says before panning his eyes to you. “M’lady?”

That makes you smile, and the butterflies are back in full swing inside you. 

“Gin and tonic. Hendrix if you’ve got it.” Jake raises his eyebrow at you again but you ignore it, opting instead to smile at the bartender. 

He smiles back before turning his back to make your drinks. 

“Wouldn’t have pegged you to be a gin girl.” 

You just shrug. 

“You most definitely seem like a whiskey guy.” 

“Again,” He says, smiling at the bartender as he places your drinks in front of you, “I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not.” 

“It is.” You say, taking a sip of your drink. Silence lapses between the two of you for a moment before you speak up again. “Mysterious.” 

“What?” Jake asks, eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. 

“I couldn’t think of a word to describe you earlier when we were outside.” You clarify, swiveling in your seat to get a better look at him. “Mysterious is it.” 

“What makes you think I’m mysterious?” 

“Dunno.” You nod at his form, eyeing his clothes. “Maybe the outfit… It's very piratey.” That earns a chuckle from him and the sound warms you even more than the alcohol has. “Or how you just sort of appeared – like a knight in shining armor, to save me from the worst date of my life.” 

“I hardly saved you. I just picked up your phone.” He reminds you, placing his elbow on the bar top and leaning his cheek against his palm as he watches you. 

“Saved me from the boredom of going back to an empty apartment, then.” 

He inclines his head, accepting your addendum. 

“Happy to help. Though I much prefer to be likened to a pirate than a knight.” 

“Righty-o, Captain Jake.” You exclaim, putting on your worst pirate accent you can. 

Jake laughs – a full belly laugh, for the first time tonight and you can’t help but preen over eliciting such a reaction from him. His laugh isn’t loud, but it’s downright musical and so very contagious. 

-

Your conversation flows freely after that, as the two of you talk about anything and everything you can think of. Your work – he’s actually interested in hearing what you do and what you’re passionate about (he even asks questions and seeks out more detail as you speak.) His music – it’s very fitting that he’s a guitarist, and you’re in awe at the passion and love that he so clearly carries for his music and his other bandmates. You talk about books, movies, your cat, his brother’s dog – you talk about just about everything, and it seems like no time at all has passed before the bartender lets you know that they’re closing. 

Disappointed, you rise from your seat and turn to leave. Quickly, almost as if he doesn’t want you to see, Jake leaves a $100 bill resting on the bar before he turns to follow you. You make no mention of it. 

“Thank you.” You tell him as the two of you find yourselves out on the pavement for the second time. 

“For what?” 

“Restoring my faith in men.” 

Jake smiles, sweet and genuine, and his eyes practically sparkle as he looks at you. 

“Glad to be of service.” 

The two of you are silent for a long moment, both seemingly unwilling for your time together to end. The thought of leaving him… of going your separate ways, almost makes you nauseous. Though you’ve only just met, you feel an unexplainable pull towards the man in front of you – like your very soul is reaching out to him, desperate for some sort of comfort that you didn’t know you needed. Not to mention the dull ache between your thighs that makes you want to latch onto him and never let go. Seemingly reading your thoughts, Jake speaks up first. 

“Y/n,” he starts, and you shiver at the sound of your name from his mouth, “I’m trying to come up with a way to ask you this in the least asshole way possible, but I’m failing miserably.”

Without a doubt, you know exactly what he’s going to say.

“Ask anyway.” You demand, taking a step to close some of the distance between the two of you. 

“Carpe noctem.” He mutters to himself, and you look at him in confusion. 

He just shakes his head. The phrase wasn’t meant for you. 

“I’d love it if you came back to my place with me, Y/n.”

“And here I was thinking that you’d never ask.” 

He grins wickedly at you, and you get the sudden feeling that there’s trouble waiting for you – the good kind. The kind that makes your thighs tremble and your body weak with pleasure. 

“Did you drive here?” He asks, pulling his car keys from his pocket. 

“No, I took an Uber.” 

“Perfect.” His beautiful white teeth glitter under the light of the night sky and your breath stutters in your chest. He really is stupidly attractive. 

-

The drive to his home is torturous. You’re so close to him – close enough that you can smell him (vanilla and whiskey and his natural musk), but you can’t touch him. At least, not the way that you want to. Not yet.

He looks downright sinful behind the wheel, and you take the opportunity to admire him. Your eyes track the angle of his nose and the way his plush lips look so soft. You watch his adam's apple bob as he swallows and you watch the way his long fingers wrap around the steering wheel. His beauty is like nothing you’ve ever seen – like some divinity coming down from the heavens to bless you with his presence. 

“See something you like?” 

His question snaps you out of your trance and your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment after being caught. 

“Maybe.” 

He just hums, the corners of his lips just barely turning up into a smile. 

Your body betrays you, and your thighs clench together as you watch him. 

He tracks the movement from the corner of his eye and his smile widens. Wordlessly, he drops his right hand from the steering wheel and brings it over to rest on your thigh. He squeezes, pressing his fingertips into your flesh and earning a breathy little moan from you. 

Seemingly satisfied with the way you react to just a simple touch, he pulls his hand away from you and returns it to the steering wheel. You ignore the whine that wants to bubble out of your chest at the loss of contact. 

-

After what seems like ages, he finally pulls the car into his driveway. You make the conscious effort to unbuckle yourself and exit the car slowly, trying and failing to conceal how desperate you’ve gotten.

As soon as the front door closes behind the two of you, Jake pushes you up against the wall. A surprised squeak falls from between your lips as he presses into you with his body. He’s warm and solid and your core throbs with need. 

His face is close to yours – so close that your lips just barely brush against his. 

“Kiss me.” You whisper, not caring about how needy you sound. 

“As you wish.” He says, before pressing his lips to yours. 

They’re warm and soft and the feeling makes your knees go weak already. You part your lips, allowing Jake to explore you with his tongue. His hands grip your waist, pinning you to the wall as he presses his hips into yours. You slide one hand beneath his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin and the softness of his belly while the other travels up to tangle in his hair. You give it a slight tug, eliciting a groan from him. 

“You’re divine.” He whispers, pulling away from you so that he can look at you more clearly. 

“Speak for yourself.” Your voice sounds wrecked. You hardly recognize it. 

He attaches his lips to the skin of your neck, licking and biting, and you toss your head back to give him better access. He presses one thigh between your legs, and you can’t help but rock your clothed pussy against the hard muscle. It’s thick, and you whimper at the thought of the power that it likely holds. 

With shaky fingers, you unbutton his shirt and slide it off him, tossing it somewhere on the floor. He pulls his lips away from you just long enough to pull your own shirt over your head, before he resumes leaving searing kisses down your throat and over the valley between your breasts. As he does so, you take the opportunity to splay your hands over his torso, exploring the feel of his skin beneath you. Everything about his body is solid – a perfect mixture of soft and strong and your mouth waters as you explore him. Though he isn’t a tall man, the power and strength that his body holds is undeniable. 

“Jake.” You finally mutter, the ache between your thighs becoming unbearable. “Take me to bed, Captain.” 

He smirks and groans, before taking your own hand in his and presses it against his clothed erection. You can feel him – ridiculously hard and throbbing beneath the fabric of his pants. 

“Feel what you’ve done to me?” He asks and you nod breathlessly. “So hard it hurts.” 

He extracts himself from you, and your body thrums with the desire to press yourself into him again. He beckons you, leading you through his home and up the stairwell to his bedroom. The house is dark, lit only by the moonlight that spills through the windows. 

A king size bed waits for you. The room is tidy, with small little bits of messiness that just show that the room is lived in. A pile of books shoved into a corner, reading glasses left out on the nightstand and an empty whiskey glass sitting next to them. 

Jake unbuttons his pants and steps out of them before turning to you. Wordlessly, you follow his example – stripping until you’re completely bare. Somehow, you don’t feel overly exposed as his eyes drink in your naked form. The way he’s looking at you: predatory and dark, only serves to stoke the fire between your legs. He wants you – no, he needs you. And you’re more than willing to give him whatever he wants. 

At last, Jake slides his boxers off himself, letting them join the pile of yours and his clothes on the floor. His cock, hard and throbbing, springs up and slaps against his belly. It’s just as beautiful as the rest of him – long and flushed red with his own need, and just barely curved to the left. 

“Jake.” You whine as he brings his hand up to stroke himself, spreading his precum over his length as he watches you struggle to find words at the sight of him. 

Giving up on trying to formulate a coherent thought, you approach him slowly before sinking to your knees. You look up at him, eyes wide, as you silently beg for his cock.

“Let me taste you.” You implore, slick dripping down your thighs. 

His eyes are so dilated they look black, and his chest is flushed and heaving as he looks down at you. 

“You look like an angel on your knees like that.” He tells you, his voice husky and rough. He traces the velvety head of his cock across your lips for a moment, before pushing the tip between your lips. You relax your jaw and push forwards, taking as much of him into your mouth as you can. He groans loudly, tossing his head back as he nudges the back of your throat. Pressing your tongue into the vein that runs up the underside of him, you slide your mouth almost off him before pushing back down again. You use your hand to grip his base wear you can’t reach, and you use your other hand to massage his balls. 

“Oh fuck.” He whines, tangling his fingers in your hair. 

You pull off him for a moment and look up at him through your lashes. 

“Fuck my throat, Jake.” 

He groans and nods as you swallow him again. You brace your palms on his thighs as he rocks his hips, thrusting deeply into your throat. You relax as much as you can and focus on breathing through your nose as he fucks into you. The sounds he’s making are sinful, and you drop one hand to finally rub tight circles onto your swollen clit – the relief causing you to moan loudly around his cock. 

His length twitches, and he pulls himself from you and he moans at the string of saliva that connects your lips to his tip. 

“On the bed.” He commands, and his voice has lost the softness of earlier. It’s an order, and you scramble to obey. Though you must not be quick enough for Jake’s liking, as he grabs your hips and lifts you – tossing you into the bed on your back. His strength surprises you, and you whine out his name as he settles his weight between your legs. 

“You’re soaked, angel.” He says appreciatively, admiring the view of you spread out before him. “Wish you could see how you look right now – dripping and needy.” 

You spread your legs wider, trying to entice him to finally touch you where you need him to. 

He leans down and kisses up the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You whine and toss your head back as he nips at your skin, so very close to where you want him. 

“Jake, don’t tease.” You beg him, squirming as he continues to ignore your throbbing cunt in favor of your thighs. 

You cry out as he delivers a sharp smack to your ass, the sting of it catching you off guard. 

“Patience, angel. I’m calling the shots.” He tells you, and it’s all you can do to nod your head at him. 

Another harsh smack lands on your skin, and this time a loud moan escapes you at the feeling. 

“Say ‘yes sir.’” He demands, and if you weren’t so desperate, you’d laugh because of course he has a sir kink. 

But your mind is far too clouded with lust and you quickly do as he says. 

“Yes sir.” 

“Good girl.” He says with a sinful smile, smoothing his hand over the red mark that he’d left. “Good girls get rewarded, you know?” He says, before diving downward to lick through your wet folds. 

You cry out his name, eyes screwing shut as he eats you out – the pleasure of his tongue like no other pleasure you’ve ever received from someone else. 

“Oh fuck, Jake.” You whimper, rocking your hips downward onto his face. His tongue breaches your entrance, fucking in and out of you as the bridge of his nose presses against your clit. 

He grips your thighs in both hands, spreading them apart as he lavishes attention on your cunt. The sound of your wetness is obscene, and you’re embarrassingly close to orgasm already. 

Fighting to get your eyes to focus, you glance downwards to see him resting between your thighs. He's got his legs kicked out behind him as he buries himself in your weeping cunt and you whimper as you watch him rock his own hips into the bed. He's groaning into your heat, coming undone at the sounds that are escaping you.

“Jake, I’m close.” You warn him, thrashing your head as the pleasure inside of you builds. Just as you’re about to fall over the edge, Jake pulls away. You groan in protest but he silences you with a look. 

“I’m nowhere near done with you, baby.” 

Slowly, he dips his finger into your folds, swirling through the wetness and grinning like a little kid on Christmas morning. 

“You make such pretty noises, Y/n.” He tells you, pressing the tip of his finger just barely into you. You whine and rock your hips. "Almost came from the sound of you alone."

His voice is low – gruff and warm and you wish that somehow it could fuck you too.

"Fuck, I feel like I could explode." He admits, and you whimper at the honesty in his tone.

“More. Please.” 

He laughs wickedly and pulls his hand completely from you. 

“Greedy little girl. Want me to play you like I play my guitar, angel? Make you sing for me?” 

“Yes. Fuck. Yes sir.” You correct yourself, and he smiles approvingly. 

“Since you asked so nicely.” 

Finally, he sinks his finger into you, messaging your walls for a moment before adding another finger. He curls his fingers, brushing against your sweet spot and your entire body jolts as you moan loudly. 

“There it is.” He mutters to himself, repeating the action – sending white hot sparks of pleasure shooting through you.

He pumps his fingers in and out of you, making sure to hit that spot with each thrust of his fingers, and his thumb circles your swollen clit. Once again, it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to build up in you. This time, you can feel the strength behind it after being denied your release last time.

“Ooh, you’re close aren’t you?” Jake asks, increasing his pace to bring you even closer. “I can feel you squeezing around my fingers.” His attentiveness to you and your body would be sweet if it weren't for the desperation clinging to you as he coaxes you to orgasm yet again.

You can’t reply. All you can do is moan and cry out his name as you approach that edge again.

But you should have known. Jake pulls his fingers from you, denying you your climax once again and you could sob at the loss. You let out a wail, and tears leak from the corners of your eyes. 

“I know, baby.” Jake croons, looking down at you in sympathy. “But not yet. Just a little longer.” 

Jake sits up and grips your hips, flipping you over and pulling you onto him so that you’re straddling him. 

“Ride me, angel. Been thinking about it all night.”

Without hesitation, you line him up with your entrance and sink down. You both moan loudly at the feeling and you bring your hands up to grip Jake’s shoulders for support. 

“Oh fucking hell.” He groans out through clenched teeth, “you’re so fucking tight.” 

“Jake.” You cry, lifting yourself up and then slamming back down again. Your body feels like it’s on fire – overstimulation and the need to cum battling within you as you ride him. Your thighs burn and your mind is completely overtaken with your need to finish. 

“Jake, fuck. I’m gonna cum. M’gonna-” You can’t finish. 

“That’s it, angel. Cum on my cock. Let me have it.” 

Your climax tears through you – completely overtaking you as you ride out your high, You’re shaking as the pleasure slices through you, and the noises that fall from between your lips aren’t even English anymore. Just animalistic, helpless little noises as you finally start to come down. Your body falters, unable to continue and so Jake flips you over, pressing your back into the mattress. His cock is still inside you, hard and throbbing as he begins to fuck into you. 

His hips snap against you, the sound of his skin hitting yours and the sound of your wetness filling the room. You blink your eyes open to see Jake, hair stringy and messy, with his mouth open in a silent scream. He places both hands on the bed on either side of you for leverage, and the muscles in his arms and shoulders flex with each thrust of his hips. 

He’s fucking you like no one else ever has – hard and deep and so. fucking. good. 

Little grunts accompany each thrust and his skin glistens with sweat in the moonlight. 

“Fuck you feel like velvet around my cock.” He’s reckless, driving into you like an animal in rut. All you can do is lay there and take it, eyes rolling back into your head as you let out high pitched, pornographic moans and whines. 

“Touch your clit, angel. Take care of her for me. Fuck, I’m so close.” His voice is completely wrecked and his thrusts are growing sloppy. 

You bring your hand down to your clit, frenziedly circling it as your entire body begins to tense up. 

“Give me one more. Fuck, one more, angel.” He’s begging now, face contorted as he holds himself back – waiting for you to cum again before allowing himself to finish. 

“Jake!” You scream, walls clenching around him as you cum. Your vision fades to black around the edges and your entire body shakes and quivers. 

“Oh shit. Fuck! I’m gonna cum. Where- fuck.” He’s losing it, face contorting into agonized pleasure. 

“Inside!” You manage to say and that’s all it takes for him to explode in you. 

The growl that he lets out is sinful as he finally allows himself to cum. His eyes are closed tight and his mouth hangs open as keeps fucking you – riding out his orgasm until there’s nothing left in him. 

Spent, he collapses on top of you, breathing heavily and cock growing soft inside of you. 

“Holy fuck,” You breathe out, beginning to come back to yourself a bit. 

“Mmm.” He mumbles into your skin, lips pressed into your neck. 

Jake sits up, and the both of you hiss as he pulls out of you. 

“I am so glad that asshole knocked my phone out of my hand.” You say breathlessly, and Jake lets out an honest-to-god giggle. The sound catches you off guard and you can't help but to laugh alongside him.

“Me too.” He smiles, and pecks you on the lips. 

“I’m keeping you by the way.” You tell him, brushing some of his sweaty hair behind his ear. "Captain."

He smiles wide and jubilant at you in the dark.

“My very own Elizabeth Swann”

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[bonefall]

what are your favorite relationships in BB? doesn’t have to be romantic, could be friends, family, mentor-apprentice, etc.

I have a big soft spot for the mentorships. They're so neglected in canon that I really get to decide whatever I want it to be, and when I shuffle apprentices I'm always trying to do matchups that are particularly interesting.

But there's also romantic and familial bonds that do it for me. Scattershot;

Honeysnake and Briarlight They've grown on me super quickly. Honeyfern's Honor Title for surviving the adder bite, the drama she gets in when her sister starts dating her ex, becoming the mentor of the kitten she saved, their final interaction before the Great Battle. I think it's a powerful thing.

Brokenstar and Runningnose sir this is my emotional support evil ambiguously gay couple. "Soooo Brokenstar what's your situation with Runningnose?" "planning the demise of windclan" "yes but are you an item" "perhaps, long ago, but now i have come to learn i am a force of great revenge" "do you kiss" "i bite"

Fallenleaf and Cinderheart Something about Cinderheart trying to have a life without her, and finding the color drained from it. Fallenleaf spending another lifetime enacting horrible tyranny, but unable to communicate the horror of her reign. Someone who is loyal and devoted to you, when you feel like you don't deserve it. A fresh god and her first priestess.

HareHeatherBreeze Ex-villain going through a housewife arc and his ambitious husband and wife

Pinestar and Speckletail, Mudfur and Leopardstar, Tallstar and Flytail, Cloudtail/Ferncloud and Ashfur This dynamic is cool ranch doritoes to me, I can't stop. "Little person I was trusted with raising, kitten I loved, where have you gone? How could I have helped you? I did my best and it was still the wrong thing!" It's versatile, too. Pine perfectly mentored Speckle, but his mind is changing on that being a good thing. Mudfur realizes he should have left Leopard and Carp with their mother in that kittypet home. Tallstar created his greatest rival for deputyship. Cloud and Fern wonder if there was a sign they ignored. Love it love it love it

Dustpelt and his kids Dad who makes you hold the flashlight as he looks under the car energy.

Hawkfrost and Ivypool "I was recruited by a demon who was meant to be my mentor, but slowly I'm realizing that I'm growing older and he looks younger and younger. He's practically a child and he's being used by his father just as much as me by mine. Oh god, we're fools being lead around by fools"

Frostfur and Everyone Be it her and her mentor Bluestar, or how she can connect with Dustpelt when he makes mistakes, or how she comforts her daughter when she's attacked by dogs, I just really appreciate her.

Cinderpelt and Littlecloud BESTIES in two different Clans, their friendship is just so much fun. "Why is Littlecloud here" "He's checking my leech setup" "Why is Cinderpelt here" "She's checking my leech setup :)"

Swansong and Mistystar They didn't take all of her siblings from her, because they refused to acknowledge he's her brother. That was a mistake; she's got the most loyal sibling a person could ever ask for, he'll fight and die by her side if she gives the word. A good brother helps you hide the body <3

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Had you played TV cliché bingo while watching The Couple Next Door, I do believe sparks would have been flying from your dabber. I’m almost in awe that so many were crammed in before the first ad break alone. Barely seven minutes in, Becka (Jessica De Gouw) and Danny (Sam Heughan) were pulling each other’s clothes off and having sex at their living room window, curtains open, in a way that no married couple whose small child has just left the room ever do. Except in TV La-La land.

It was a bonus, though, for Alan the Pervert (Hugh Dennis), who has a telescope trained on their house and dark circles under his eyes that suggest he does a lot of squinting while hunched over his computer (and I don’t mean at Wordle).

I suppose at least this drama owns its clichés. What am I saying? It revels in them. It opened with the classic taster of horror to come, Eleanor Tomlinson as Evie running in what we shall call TV’s “sexy terrified” way. That is, frightened but looking hot, hot, hot in a short silk nightie as she ran barefoot through a forest. We then flipped back in time to Evie and Pete (Alfred Enoch) happily arriving at their new suburban idyll to start their family, which was a sort of sunny Wisteria Lane and not at all like the Leeds I remember from when I lived there.

It told us everything was too smug to be true by having laughing children playing with water guns, lawns being mowed, cars being washed. Uh-oh. We know that can’t last. And it didn’t. Evie miscarried her baby (conceived with a donor because Pete has “puny sperm”) by minute 16. I have a terrible feeling that the koi carp in the garden are some sort of “swimmers” metaphor.

Sometimes the dialogue was so stilted, I wondered if it was a spoof. “You guys will get through this,” Danny said to Pete, who should really have responded by asking if he was a chatbot. It soon transpired that Danny and Becka were swingers (it’s based on a Dutch series called, yes, The Swingers) and they promptly had “that couple we met in Marbella” round for some wife swapping as Pete watched from his window. Has anyone in this street ever considered closing a blind? And, actually, aren’t they “the couple opposite”, not “next door”?

There’s a dull subplot about Danny being a dodgy copper, which ties in to a dull investigation that local journalist Pete wants to look into, but his editor wants him to cover the opening of a new city library. A new library? Pull the other one. The UK has closed about 800 of them in the past decade.

At least Evie cheered up when she got Danny’s powerful beast between her legs. Oh, I mean his motorbike, though it’s obvious it won’t be long before the other beast comes into play. I feared we might get to the end of the episode without it committing the top TV cliché on the bingo card, namely spontaneous sex on a kitchen worktop. But, no. Evie and Pete gave us a full house by doing exactly that — and during a storm for added cheesiness.

These couples are as wooden as Dutch clogs, but I am enjoying Dennis’s greasy performance as the disgusting stalker who pretends to like yoga so he can be near Becka. I must warn you that later in the series it’s traumatic to see the man who played the nice dad in Outnumbered masturbating. I must also warn you that episode two contains some of the worst cringey couple dancing you are likely to witness in your lifetime. I think the moral of this silly but entertainingly corny tale is going to be: “Don’t shag the neighbours.”

thetimes.co.uk

Carol Midgley joined The Times in 1996 and is a former Feature Writer of the Year winner. Find her column in Times 2 each Wednesday and her TV reviews on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays.

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Indeed I saw all the reviews after the streaming view, including all episodes. The Times’ review concretes many things about The Couple Next Door 💁‍♀️

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Kiss Off

Pt 1 | pt 3

Chapter 2: Two for My Family

Steve was certainly disappointing Eddie. He couldn’t accurately test the concrete. He couldn’t properly hold the nail gun. His soft hands blistered at the slightest wears.

The project they were on was simple: constructing a ramp and walkup for an elderly woman’s front yard. They were in a suburb on the outskirts of the city with only a small crew. It would take them only a day to complete.

When Steve drove up to the office to meet everyone and travel to the site together, he wasn’t sure what to expect. Before yesterday, he would have imagined a group of big, burly, hairy men, probably chewing tobacco and losing their hair, but as he pulled into park, he saw the assortment of characters waiting for him.

They were gathered around the bed of the truck, Eddie sitting on the tailgate, lighting a cigarette as soon as Steve stepped out of the car. The boys were making Eddie laugh, and Steve caught a glimpse of that same smile from yesterday, this time real. He did have a good smile.

As he walked up, he took in the scene before him. A shiny new hard hat and yellow vest rested beside Eddie’s thighs, covered once again in a dark denim. The truck was loaded with fresh lumber and large dusty bags of cement mix. The truck next to it also looked packed, full of various types of equipment and tools safely strapped in. Wayne wasn’t in sight, so Steve returned his attention back to Eddie. When he wouldn’t meet his eyes and stared at his watch, Steve quickly decided to introduce himself to the two strangers before him.

“What’s up, I’m Steve,” The two other guys smiled and murmured hellos; Eddie’s attention was finally on him.

“Stevie. This is Gareth, and this is Jeff,” said Eddie, gesturing. Steve blinked at the nickname, but nodded in acknowledgment at the others.

Gareth was short, a curly mop of hair nearly covering his eyes. Jeff was taller, dark-skinned, clean shaven, and looked at Eddie with a smirk once Steve waved hello. They looked young, aloof. Altogether, delinquent.

“Hey, nice to meet you guys,” said Steve. He could almost admit it was the truth, considering these guys didn't look half as intimidating as he expected.

“Riveting. Alright, we can talk small later. Right now, we’re running late,” said Eddie. He clapped his hands on his thighs and hopped down off the tailgate, closing it.

“I thought we were supposed to be here at 7:00?” Steve inquired, concerned. He followed Eddie around to the side of the truck, watching distantly as Gareth and Jeff quickly moved to the other truck full of equipment, snickering at something. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“We want to be at the site at 7:00. Usually it takes us thirty minutes to load up. Try to be early next time,” he stated bluntly. Eddie pressed his gear to Steve’s chest, none too gently, and got in the driver’s seat without another word. Steve didn’t know what else to do other than follow him.

Climbing up into the passenger seat alone in the truck with Eddie, he couldn’t help thinking this was a shit way to welcome a new team member. Steve didn’t know what his problem was, but he clearly didn’t want him around. He decided to try and appease.

“Sorry, Eddie. About being late,” Steve apologized, attempting to seem genuine. “Is there anything else I messed up?”

Eddie looked up, cocking his head to the side, and started the truck. He seemed to think about it for a moment, then his features softened.

“No, man, I’m sorry. It’s my problem with Wayne right now. I… I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I wasn’t expecting a new crew member so soon, and he just kind of sprung it on me.” Eddie pulled out and started to drive, Gareth and Jeff trailing behind.

“Oh, I hear you. Maybe we could start over?” Steve holds out his left hand for a shake. After a pause, Eddie takes it with a small smile that looks like it pains him.

On the drive over, he gave Steve a rundown of the project, telling him what parts he’s planning to train him on for today: mostly carpentry and quality assurance practices. Steve did his best to keep track of all of the new information, but he’s pretty sure any progress he made with Eddie in the truck was shot by the end of the day. Steve kept forgetting key details, almost punched a hole in his hand. He couldn’t help thinking he should have had a safety course before all this. Gareth and Jeff did most of the work under Eddie’s instruction as he trained Steve who was working at a much slower pace. Eddie got more and more frustrated with him throughout the day, but Steve would notice when he schooled his emotions back to calm. He could see he was trying to be patient with him. He appreciated Eddie making an effort. It also made him feel slightly feverish.

Not that he wasn’t already feeling that. The hot Indiana sun bore down them all day, reddening everyone’s skin except Jeff’s. Steve couldn’t understand how Eddie was wearing a black t-shirt and still had his hair down. It wasn’t until the late morning that he stretched upwards, pulling a hair tie off of his wrist with his teeth and gathering his curly, wispy locks into a high ponytail. Unruly pieces at the front of his face sprang free and some stuck to his forehead and he bent back down to continue hammering a nail. Steve was on a water break and had to take an extra few minutes to look in the opposite direction.

Their day ended without many hiccups, and Steve was exhausted by the end of it. The ride back to the office was quiet as Eddie played music. Steve was mostly lost in thought.

Suddenly, Eddie leaned over to turn the volume down, and glanced over. “What’d you think?”

Steve blinked the sleep out of his eyes in the bright afternoon light. “About what?” he said.

“The job, Steve. This is your first construction job, I can tell.” He tried not to squirm as Eddie’s eyes flitted from Steve’s face to his blistered hands in his lap and then, after a beat, back to the road ahead. “No shame,” he started again, “just observations.”

Something lit up in Steve. “Nah, you’ve got me all wrong. Maybe Wayne and I are hustling you, and next week I’ll blow it out of the water.”

“Not sure how that would benefit you, Stevie, and I haven’t placed any bets,” Eddie laughed.

Steve took a moment to think. “Okay, well, to answer your question, I don’t know what I’m really doing. Today was cool though, I learned a lot. Lately…–I’m just trying things out I guess.”

Eddie nodded like he understood, but Steve knew he didn’t explain it well. He didn’t know if he should share that ending up at this kind of place was not in his plans.

“Well, you did good for your first day,” Eddie said. Before Steve could think about it, he was grinning, heart fluttering from the praise; he instead looked to his hands clasped in his lap. Eddie glanced over but didn’t return his smile.

When they were finally back, Gareth and Jeff had beat them, already walking to their respective vehicles. Eddie slowed the truck and rolled the window down. “See you losers tonight?” he called out. They yelled out their agreements, Gareth saying something about how he better be luckier than last time. When Eddie made no moves to invite him on their outing or whatever, Steve decided to forget about it. Moments later, as they parked, the other boys had already left.

His hard hat and vest sat in his lap, and he thought about how he should write his name on them, even though the guys didn’t need them for today’s job. Eddie held his hand out; sitting in his palm was a key. “To the clubhouse,” he clarified. “You can put that stuff away, whatever locker you like.”

Steve took the key and nodded, trying to ignore the feel of Steve’s fingers brushing Eddie’s rough palm. Dirt caked their fingernails and formed a layer over everything. Steve couldn’t wait to shower.

Their eyes met over the center console of the truck. “Same time Monday,” Eddie stated. “Well, earlier next time, big boy.” He winked. Steve’s heart skipped a beat. “Have a good weekend.”

Before he knew it, Eddie was out of the truck, trekking towards Wayne’s office, probably to go tell him what an actually bad job Steve did today and how distracted he was by Eddie’s arms. He took a deep breath and tried to steel himself, heading towards the clubhouse. Once inside, he was surprised to find Max there, sitting in one of the seats at the table playing a Gameboy. She looked up as he opened the door, but quickly returned her attention. A skateboard sat at her feet and she was absently rolling it back and forth.

“First day?” she asked.

“Yep,” answered Steve.

“Rough?”

“Yep,” he repeated. He placed his gear into the first open locker he saw, trying to ignore the way his skin screamed as he stretched.

“You might want to invest in some sunscreen next time,” said Max, grinning at his pained expression.

“Ha-ha, thanks,” he responded sarcastically. He admittedly was concerned if Max could see his redness from so far away. He dashed to the bathroom to look in the mirror. A harsh blush decorated his nose and cheeks; his ears were mostly protected by his hair. His arms felt warm and tender to the touch. He decided to wash his hands and face while he was there. He heard the front door open and slam shut once he wet his face.

“Goddamn it,” he heard Eddie’s voice yell from the other room. “Goddamn it. It’s just like last summer. He’s going to ruin everything.”

Steve froze. Was he talking about him?

“Whoa, Eddie, calm down,” Max had an emphasis to her tone that he knew was trying to communicate to Eddie that Steve was still here. He heard hushed tones after that, finished up in the bathroom just as he heard the door at the end of the hall close. Steve stepped out.

The door to Eddie’s office was shut, and Steve grew an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Didn’t he say Steve did a good job?

He came into the kitchen and looked to Max; she gave him a slight smile but made no moves to explain what had just happened. He only checked to see that she seemed alright, then gave her a small salute, and he headed out the door. He was tired and wanted nothing more than to get home. If Eddie was going to complain about him behind his back while being nice to his face, what was Steve even doing? Was he really that bad?

He placed the key on his key ring, climbed into his car; all the short-lived joy from the praise earlier disappeared. Feeling defeated, Steve headed home.

[jegulily-stuff]

Little ficlet for you all. Sirius getting blindsided by his friends' interest in his sulky little brother.

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Sirius kicks the stand of his bike down and swings his leg over the saddle. His boots crunch on the driveway as he dismounts.

Everything's still damp although the morning's rain has passed. He takes off his helmet and shakes his hair out.

Reg is sat in the sidecar with the luggage. It makes him look like a small child in a pram, swamped by the car and his helmet. Sirius has to smirk. His brother hasn't once managed to make travelling by motorbike look cool.

When Reg takes off his helmet, he goes immediately to one of the wingmirrors to fix his hair, and thats just case in point really. You're supposed to have messy hair after biking - being neurotic about it is uncool.

Sirius pulls off messy hair.

He's hot. People stare at him in the street when he gets off his bike, and really all the rest of the time as well.

Reg doesn't have that - the glamour - the magnetism - the star quality, if you will. He just looks rumpled and unhappy about it.

His hair isn't getting tidier as he fusses. It's damp and frizzy and the curls are kinked up awkwardly at one side. The mirror's really a pointless quest. Sirius pulls him away from it, throwing Reg's bag over one shoulder, and walks up to the house.

He rings the doorbell.

Reg stops a little behind him and sets to smoothing out the creases in his jumper. Sirius rolls his eyes. Who is this for? He's not going out anywhere.

He hears the clicking of a lock then Lily opens the front door.

There's a knife in one of her hands, but it looks pretty blunt so Sirius doesn't pay it much attention. He slides Reg' bag through the door.

"I'm giving you my brother."

Lily raises her eyebrows. "To keep?"

"Until next week," He says. "I'm going on holiday."

"You are?" It's not often she and James don't know his plans.

Sirius grins. "Have I ever told you, I've always wanted to take a trip through France, go to all the fanciest towns and try all the fanciest wines? Well this afternoon I realised the only person stopping me was me, so I'm just going to go. I've not done anything that poncey in ages - it's about time."

Lily shrugs. "Carpe diem. Though I'm picturing it'll just be you and a bunch of rich middle aged couples."

"Yeah, I'm going to sabotage some failing marriages for extra entertainment."

"It might not always problems you cause flirting with married couples, so watch out." She says. Then she looks past him and smiles, "Hi, Reg."

Reg raises a hand in a little wave.

"Well, I'll be causing discord only." Sirius says, "I'm not having a threeway with the kind of people who go wine tasting on holiday."

"No, of course not." She nods towards Reg. "So this means he's with us..?"

"Yeah, you know how it is, he needs someone to watch over him, give him water, get him out in the sun, make sure he doesn't die."

"I'm not a houseplant." Reg grouses.

Sirius snorts. "No, houseplants are much more self sufficient."

His three cacti are still at home - they can be trusted to take care of themselves for a few days.

James comes into the hall behind Lily. His face lights up when he sees Sirius.

"Hi, mate." He says. "What's up?"

His trousers are spattered with what looks like half a pint of paint. Forest green.

Sirius gives him a grin.

"You didn't come back," James explains as Lily gives a pointed look to his legs, "I tried to open the tin without the knife... there's no mess - or rather, only on me."

She snorts.

"Hi, Reg." He adds and gets a wave too.

"I'm sure we'll both look worse by the time we're done." Lily says. "Now, Sirius is here to give us a gift."

"A responsibility." Sirius corrects, as James turns to him. He's unsure of how Regulus and gift are remotely connected concepts.

"I'm going on holiday - that wine tasting one you always turn me down for - so this one-" He jabs a thumb towards Reg, "Needs minding."

Reg doesn't bother protesting the statement this time.

"He wants to stay with us?" James asks brightly.

Sirius pauses.

He hadn't considered that in all honesty. Reg hadn't seemed upset when Sirius had told him that was what would happen, and given his propensity to seem unhappy for no reason at all, the lack of that must mean he was fine with the idea... right?

"I want him to stay with you." Sirius answers. "I can't leave him on his own, and who better to give him to than you? My most trusted friends, kind and caring and... stable and all those things we never had in our poor sad childhood, my favourite people in the world, et cetera." He pauses for breath. "Please will you take him?"

"Of course!" James says, "We'd love to have him. I promise you I'll take good care of him. I'm an excellent host."

Sirius grins. James is always happy to do him a favour. No one's ever had a better friend.

James beckons Reg in and he finally steps past Sirius and towards the door. He doesn't complain when James reaches out to tug him gently over the threshold.

Sirius knows James and Lily are planning on spending the next few days redecorating so he's not asking them to cancel anything to take Reg. Maybe Reg'll even help and Sirius will have done them a favour too. And of course he'll bring them back some good wine - that'll be better compensation.

Lily tugs on Reg's hair, teasing him for its sorry state when he usually keeps it so tidy. James valiantly tries to flatten it for him. Reg stand frozen between them and Sirius wants to laugh.

I bet he hates that.

"Oi, Reg." He says, "You'd better be good while you're here - behave and all - don't embarass me."

Reg turns to give him the withering look he was expecting.

"I'm always good." He says primly.

Lily wraps her arms round him from behind and tucks her chin over his shoulder.

"Mm, you're going to be a good boy for us?" She teases.

Reg's expression stays stony but Sirius can see the tips of his ears flushing red.

"Evans!" He complains, "Don't use that tone with him."

"You don't like it?" She asks, but the question's directed to Reg, not him. Rude.

"'S fine." Reg manages.

"Look at him," Sirius says accusatorially, "He's in distress."

"I'm not - I'm fine. Stop treating me like a child."

"See, that's what I was expecting you to say earlier, but you just let me bring you here to be minded."

Lily smiles widely. "Because you want to come spend some time with us?" Then she drops into that tone again, "Honestly, I think you're going to have much more fun getting in the middle of married couples here than Sirius is in France."

Reg has gone very red now.

Sirius, rather irked, turns to James for an intercession, but James isn't paying him any attention. His face has that stupid look. That infatuation that Sirius knows inexplicably reduces his IQ to zero. He's looking at Lily and Reg.

Sirius' eyes narrow. "Hang on."

James' eyes go wide. "I promise... good care of him... all completely appropriate."

He's never been a good liar.

Sirius wonders if whatever this is has been going on for some time without his notice, or if it's started this second.

He feels a great swell of indignation. "In my own house?" He demands. "Under my roof?"

They all frown.

"This definitely isn't your house." Lily says.

"It just felt like the right thing to say for some reason." He says. "What am I supposed to say?"

Lily shrugs. "Have fun?"

He doesn't dignify that with an answer.

There's a pause.

Reg watches him warily. He's starting to get that look that Sirius remembers from many a family dinner and quotidian household conversation - the look of someone who knows they're stood in the middle of a minefield and have to make sure they don't make a single misstep.

His hands hover over Lily's where she's hugging his waist, but he doesn't take hold of them. It might be that he's worrying about her, but its definitely mostly Sirius.

That's not what he wants.

"You promise that you'll take care of him until I get back?" He says lightly. "I meant what I said about water - he won't drink it unless you make him."

Regulus relaxes. He rolls his eyes.

"I think I need to get these trousers off." James says. Then his brain catches up to him. "In a entirely separate context to Reg being here! That's not what I meant!"

He raises his hands innocently.

"It's the paint." Lily says and Sirius waits for the punchline. "Can't walk around with paint on your clothes." She tilts her head. "You know, we're going to be doing a lot of painting..." There it is. "It could get quite messy."

Sirius glowers at her. His withering look is better than Regulus' when he tries.

Lily just laughs at him. She muffles it slightly in Reg's neck and he sinks into the contact. James throws an arm around her shoulders.

Sirius sighs heavily.

He picks up Reg's bag from the threshold and presses it into his hands. Then he grabs the ring of the door handle and closes it between them.

I did say I trusted them.

He walks away down the drive.

"Enjoy your trip!" James calls after him through the letterbox. "Have fun!"

Look after each other.

[bardic-inspo]

Unsolicited Lore Dump

Thanks to the wonderful @paganwitchisis and @pinkberrytea for the tags! This is such a fun get-to-know you game!

Do you make your bed? No and I have no shame about it because I honestly don't really see the point. I straighten the covers at night before getting in.

Favorite number? Numbers greater than 10 with 2 in it! 12, 22, 32, etc.

What's your job? I work in HR, but not in hiring/firing/performance management. I do benefits administration, specifically for a closed pension plan. This means I work with a lot of retirees and older folks. I also work on transitioning active employees into retirement, benefits for beneficiaries when someone passes away, and setting up benefits splits resulting from divorces.

If you could go back to school would you? Not full time, no. I am too burnt out to flourish in that environment. I did 18 credits + two jobs my last three or so semesters of undergrad and that fried me something awful even this far removed from it. BUT, if I could cut my work schedule in half (without a drop in income) and take 1-2 classes at a time, I certainly would. I'd like to take foreign language classes, and I've always really love social sciences courses. I have a minor in poli sci that could be cool to turn into a complete degree/major.

Can you parallel park? Decently, yes. I could with my old compact car, but I'm much better now that I have a back-up cam.

Do you think aliens are real? Yes in the sense in that the universe is vast and it seems highly unlikely we're the only life forms in it. But I don't think it's anything like movies or video games might make it out to be. I think it's also possible that lifeforms used to exist elsewhere or will someday exist elsewhere but have either gone extinct or haven't yet emerged.

Can you drive a manual car? Nope, and I don't really have interest in learning.

What's your guilty pleasure? I'm working hard to have less and less guilt about any pleasures I have. But I suppose I'd say fanfic and hyperfixating on video game characters in general. Beyond just enjoying the game itself; really deep diving and getting sucked into a character or character(s) and running through rabbit holes imagining them in all sorts of scenarios, AUs, etc.

Tattoos? Yes! I have carpe diem on one foot, and a celtic triple spiral on another, gotten at age 18 and 19 respectively. I want to get a dragon someday, and have toyed with the idea of getting a 'sister' tattoo with it of willowherb (said to be the first sort of plant that comes back after a forest fire). I've also toyed with the idea of the dragon in more of a resting position, breathing to life a little campfire.

Favorite color? Purple or blue. I also like winey colors (reds and purples)

Favorite types of music? My music taste is incredibly eclectic, but I'd broadly say pop rock or pop punk.

Do you like puzzles? Sort of! I like ones that are hard enough to make me feel smart. I get easily frustrated by things I can't figure out somewhat quickly, though. I enjoy sudoku.

Any phobias? I struggle with bugs, though I've gotten marginally better over time and can handle small spiders on my own, now. Due to a real, real rough apartment experience, I generally freak out about mice as well. I can keep my cool if they're in an enclosure like in a pet store, though I don't like looking at them there, either. I also have a recurring dream about accidentally driving off a cliff and so I get super tense and nervous driving on bridges.

Favorite childhood sport? Swimming.

Do you talk to yourself? In the car, or if I'm alone for a longer period of time. I work from home on Mondays/Fridays and find myself doing it more often those days.

What movies do you adore? Oh gosh, I honestly don't often rewatch movies, I'd generally prefer to watch something new instead. But uh, the LotR trilogy is pretty precious to me. Dune 2 was great! I liked Get Out and Nope. I remember liking Dr. Sleep a lot, too, but I only watched it once and it's sort of a blur in my memory. Recently watched Saving Private Ryan for the first time and it kind of fucked me up. I'm pretty eclectic in what I like with movies.

Coffee or tea? Black coffee. Death before decaf.

First thing you wanted to be growing up? I think maybe an author. Also a fairy godmother for a long time. I still kinda wanna be both.

No pressure tags!: @electricshoebox, @halkuonn, @snowfolly, @tragedybunny, @tallymonster,

@scrytpe, and @mutualcombat <3

[honey-minded-hivemind]

imagine if fanf au reader suddenly gets put uncharge of fixing the animatronics when something breaks

it gets them closer to their old friends and it gets someone to do one of the hard tasks

its a win win for everyone except reader who is not having a fun time

but also fnaf reader fidgeting with sharp objects is so real (something i do) their usually carful and they’ve been doing it long enough not to get hurt…at least that’s what they tell themselves until they suddenly have a cut on their hand that’s starting to bleed

then it’s just a challenge of how long can they hide the new injury from the spooky animatronics their friends (something i can imagine they have to do a lot with what all they work with)

Reader would be so stressed. Imagine that you have to be around the thing that terrifies you, that's in your nightmares, and you have to do it daily... And you're also trying to not panic the entire time, and failing, because while you were fiddling with something sharp and pointy, you nicked your hand, and oh dear carp that's a lot of blood-!

Reader tries to hide it for as long as possible, but it only works for so long, because it's bleeding all over and you have to get it bandaged, but if it ends up bandaged they'll know you got hurt- Why can't Reader go one day without feeling like they're going to have a heart attack?

Reader uses an old cloth to bandage the wound for a bit, and tries to subtley sneak away...

They're caught about twenty minutes later feeling woozy and end up being picked up by one of the animatronics and brought to a first aid station. They don't let Reader go until their hand is cleaned and bandaged properly, and even then they have a hand on their shoulder, guiding them to a quiet, colorful room with blankets and pillows to rest, all while scolding them for not telling them sooner, they could have bled out, what if they got infected, don't do that again, okay, kid?

All Reader can do is accept their care and lie down, because they feel lightheaded, tired, and simply want to nap after all of this...

This event would lead to Reader being watched or having one of the animatronics with them nearly at all times...

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - don’t be scared

Hi! Can you please write about a bullying story of a Student? The student is afraid of going to school, so the student skipped school and Mr. Evershed noticed it and help the student - Anon💜

Mr Evershed didn’t notice at first that you weren’t attending school, but when he got a list of students who hadn’t shown up for a few days he frowned when he saw your name.

“(Y/N)?”

“Not the first time, won’t be the last.” Mrs Carp shrugged.

She walked away and he sighed, starting his calls to the parents of the absent kids.

All of them answered and gave him some sort of excuse, sickness, holiday, just didn’t want to go in. The usual stuff.

When he came to your contacts, he tried your mother first, then your father, and neither picked up so he tried the house phone.

It rang, and eventually cut off and he sighed, deciding to try again shortly.

He never did get through, so he tried emailing your parents instead, including both of them and you in the email to see if anyone would reply.

It was towards the end of the day when an email come through and it was from your father.

He explained that both of them were currently out of the country for work, and you were in your own with your neighbour occasionally checking up on you and a phone number and address at the bottom.

He decided called your neighbour who said she knew you were home but was going to check up on you shortly when she was home from work and offered for him to come with her.

He immediately agreed, it wasn’t like you to skip school, not that he knew off, so he pulled up your attendance record.

There was a lot of missed days, all spread out throughout the years that you had been at the school, all of them left without answers as to why you weren’t in.

When school ended, he grabbed his things and made his way over to your neighbours house, and climbed out of his car to find her waiting by her front door.

“Mr Evershed?”

“Yes, you must be Mrs Patterson, thank you for this. I noticed (Y/N) has a lot of absent days over the past through years, could you give me any help as to why that would be?” He asked.

Mrs Patterson shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest as she flicked her gaze to the house across the street.

“No, all I can tell you is I’ve been watching that kid since they were little, parents always going away for long periods of time.”

“Yeah, their dad replied saying it was work.”

Mrs Patterson scoffed and shook her head again.

“Work my ass. No, they’re not working, they just take long expensive trips away. Since (Y/N) is older now they’re gone pretty much all year round. They’re in though, saw them coming back from the shops on my way home.”

Mr Evershed followed the woman to your house as she let herself in and he stepped in after her, letting her close the door.

Music sounded through the house, making it hard to hear anything, and you wondered across the top of the stairs and vanished.

“Hold on, I’ve got a trick for this, give it a minute.”

Mr Evershed watched curiously to see what she was going to do, and when she saw the landing light flick on she reached up to the fuse box, flicking a switch a few times turning it on and off before leaving it on and closing the box again.

You turned the music off and walked to the stairs, sitting on the top one as you looked at her.

“You’re gonna break it doing that and you’re paying for it.”

“Yeah I’ll pay for it if it comes to that, I came to check on you and I have a guest, you gonna come down?”

You shrugged and stood up, walking down the stairs you gestured for them to follow you into the kitchen and started to look through the cupboards.

“Want a drink or whatever?” You asked.

“No thanks love, I’m just here because your teacher wants a chat with you.”

You looked at your teacher and he smiled softly.

“If you’re offering I’ll have a cup of tea?”

“Sure. Why’re you here sir?”

“I think you know why (Y/N), you’ve been gone nearly a week.”

You shrugged a little and set his tea on the table as you sat down opposite him, resting your chin on your hand as you looked at him.

“Been busy.”

“(Y/N) you know this isn’t acceptable behaviour, you can’t take any more days off.” He sighed.

“Why? I’m still learning, online classes and all that.”

“But you still legally need to attend school, it’s not an option you’re a smart kid you know this.”

“Well I’ve got better things to do.” You snapped.

Standing up, you stormed away and Mrs Patterson sighed, holding a hand up to Mr Evershed.

“Give me a few minutes please?”

“Of course.”

She left and he sipped on the tea you made him, scrunching his nose a little at the strong taste but he couldn’t help but smile.

You tried you best to make it for him, so he was still going to sit there and drink it.

Mrs Patterson walked up to your room and knocked on the open door and you looked up from your laptop.

“I’m not talking about it.”

“Someone has to sweetheart, you know that. He’s your headteacher right? He can help.” She said softly.

She walked over and sat next to you.

“It’s just going to make it worse Mary, you know it will it’s why I don’t want to tell anyone about it, at least being at home they forget I exist, I can study only peacefully.”

“And when they find out you didn’t finish school?”

“I’ll figure something out.. I’ll.. I’ll get a job! I’ll get two jobs if I have too!”

Mrs Patterson sighed.

“And when your parents find out?”

“They don’t care, you know that. Aside from you, no one cares…”

She placed a hand on your shoulder, gently squeezing your shoulder.

“You have a man down there, a headteacher non the less who has taken time out of his busy day because he’s worried about you. He’s worried about you and how much time you’ve had off and he wants to help you. Just give him a chance to help you.” She whispered.

You shook your head.

“No… i.. he can’t help…”

“Just give Mr Evershed a chance, I don’t think he’s just going to drop this and you know that. He’s going to keep coming back and coming back until you let him help you. You’re going to get bored of him getting involved, so why not just tell him now? I’ll even tell him for you if you want me to? I just want you to get back into school so you can pass.”

You sighed, because you knew she had a point and you looked up at her.

“Okay.. okay, but I don’t want to be here when you talk to him. I’m gonna go for a walk, do you need anything?”

“Just some milk, I’m just going to pinch your open carton.”

You smiled and nodded and grabbed your jacket, jogging down the stairs you went into the kitchen to grab your phone.

“Going out, Mary wants to talk to you, later.”

With that you left and Mrs Patterson came down and she finally explained everything to Mr Evershed.

He carefully listened and he felt his heart break a little.

He knew bullying was a problem among some students but to hear you were absolutely terrified to come back to school.

“Is there anything that can help?” He asked.

“Honestly I have no clue. They’re too scared to step foot anywhere near the school, they only leave this house when they know other students are in class.”

“It’s that bad?”

Mrs Patterson nodded her head and sighed heavily softly.

“Unfortunately no, but… well.. could you try picking them up after classes start? Let them sit in a quiet room and leave before other students leave?”

“That’s.. that’s not really appropriate.”

“I know, but I can’t afford to take any time of work right now, and (Y/N) won’t come in alone.”

“I’ll see what I can do to arrange their classes differently, thank you for your time.”

Mr Evershed left and went back to his house while he thought what he could do the next day.

You woke up pretty early, and you got ready for the day, making your way down the stairs you grabbed your Xbox controller and turned it on, looking for a game to play.

You played for maybe an hour before there was a knock on your door.

Getting up, you walked over and swung the door open.

“Sir?”

“(Y/N), unfortunately I’m here to drag you to school.”

“Absolutely not.”

You walked away and he stayed at your doorway, leaning against it.

“I know you’re scared (Y/N), I know that. But I have a way to help you if you just trust me a little I can get you back into school, get your attendance up and your grades back up as well.”

“Yeah until they start up again.” You called.

“No, they won’t. Because I’ve done this.”

He took a step in a set a bit of paper on the floor and took a step back out and watched as you came back around the corner and picked it up.

You read it carefully.

“Immediate suspension?”

Mr Evershed smiled at you and nodded his head.

“Bullying won’t be tolerated (Y/N), and I want you to come back, so, will you please get in the car?”

“I’m in the middle of a game…”

He sighed, rolling his eyes a little bit.

“How long?”

“Like half hour?”

He gestured for you to go on and stepped inside the house to start gathering up your school stuff.

He managed to find your bag and keys, and he went into the kitchen to find something for you to take for lunch.

“Where’s your lunch?” He called.

“I don’t have one! I won’t get paid until next week!” You called back.

He nodded to himself and walked into the living room, waiting for you to finish your game and then he looked at you before you stated another round.

“Go get your uniform, quickly now.”

“Ugh fine.”

You went upstairs and came down with your tie over your head and you tossed your bag on your shoulder and picked up your keys.

“(Y/N) get your tie of your head.” Mr Evershed chuckled.

“Bet.”

You took your tie off and stuffed it into your pocket and walked out to get in the car and he got in, driving to the shops first where he gestured for you to go in.

“Get your lunch.”

“Why?”

“Because you need to eat and I have money, so get your lunch or I’ll pick it instead.”

“Alright, alright.”

You picked a few things and showed him, and you both waited in line while he held the basket in his hand and he realised you still weren’t wearing your tie.

“Please put your tie on.”

“I can’t do it.”

“Who does it for you?”

“Mary or Loraine when I come in.”

He nodded and set your things down, paying for them he walked back to the car and put them in the seat before holding out his hand.

You titled your head a little in confusion and high fives him.

“No, I want the tie, but thanks.” He laughed.

You laughed a little and handed him your tie, letting him do it for you and finally you were in your way to school and you were terrified.

Sitting in the parking lot, you looked at the building.

“No one’s going to bother you anymore, okay? I promise.”

“H.. how can you be sure…?”

“Because you’re going to have separate classes for a few weeks, and once we’ve fully enforced the bullying rules and I feel like you can safely go back to normal classes you’ll be introduced slowly.”

He got out the car and grabbed your lunch and watched as you stood by the car and walked over.

“Come on, alright? It’s okay, I promise. My door is always going to be open to you.”

He smiled and you looked at him, and slowly you stared to follow behind him towards his office for an official about your attendance issues.

You felt scared, but knowing that your headteacher was going to support you made you feel a little better, you just wished you didn’t have to go to school

[signoraviolettavalery]

Ummm I may have had some insomnia and written a whole thing about vampire!Bojan having trauma and angst post his adventures in captivity as discussed in other posts with @touchyourblood and @anxious-witch

under the cut with all the trigger warnings for self-harm, welp

Jan is cutting a pomegranate - oh, fond memories of writing Carpe Diem in Hamburg - and the knife catches the light. Flashes, and suddenly he's back there. Chained down, a knife flashing in the light before being buried in his stomach, his own scream echoing in his ears.

Someone is in his space and he acts on pure instinct; registers a flash of surprise that he's unrestrained, before pinning whoever it is to the wall, hand squeezing around their neck with vampire strength.

"Bojan?" the sound comes as if through water. All he knows is that he needs to keep squeezing, to kill this man, because this is the only chance he'll get. He's not going back there, not going back to the chains, even if it means blood on his hands.

"Bojan!" the sound comes louder now, and he blinks again. His captor hadn't bothered to learn his name. He blinks again, and more of reality swims into place.

it's not his captor that he has his hands on. It's Jure. Sweet, sunshine Jure, fair haired and pale skinned. The one who bruises the most, the one Bojan hates feeding from the most because it leaves the biggest, angriest bruises of all of them. Who'd obviously seen him suffering and stepped forward to help, and who's now staring at him in abject fear, pinned to the wall like a fly.

He's never seen fear in any of their eyes before. Nervousness and trepidation, sure, especially back when he was still adjusting to being a vampire and they were learning to control his urges. But never the abject, thoughtless fear that comes when your brain shuts down and all you know is a fight for survival.

That's in Jure's eyes now. They're wide, like a deer in the headlights. He's not moving, not even trying to pry Bojan's hand off, knowing what a futile endeavor it is.

He'd caused that.

He drops his hand and backs away. Nace steps forward immediately, reaching out a hand to Jure, who leans against him.

"I'm sorry," he says, though words obviously aren't enough. "I'm so sorry."

Thankfully, no one reassures him that it's all fine, because it's not, thank you very much.

"oh god, I'm really the monster he said I was. The one who was always going to hurt someone one day."

"Bojan - " Jan begins.

"I have to go. You're safer with me as far away as possible." And before they can protest, he's out the door, vampire-fast.

He makes some bad choices over those next few days. Drinking, drinking more than a human should be able to stand, but he's not human, is he? Wandering drunk through the streets of Ljubljana until dawn, not bothering to check traffic signals, because what does it matter if he gets hit by a car? It won't kill him anyway, although it really should.

He doesn't remember when or if he sleeps. He wanders. There's some forests involved (in the forest with his demons, ain't that hilarious). He climbs some rooftops, wondering what would happen if he just let himself fall. And fall.

No one would catch him, of course.

He doesn't feed, but, with no damage to repair, his body can last much longer without feeding.

What would happen if he just...didn't? The thought comes again whether it's like starving to death. Would his body eventually just pass out from the strain, or would vampire instincts take over? Would he hurt someone like he'd almost hurt his friends?

Maybe there are other hunters, he thinks. Others like the one who'd taken him. He wanders more dark streets, but no one asks him for a photo, no one stabs him with a syringe when he's not expecting it.

Jan finds him eventually, after about a week. Bojan can't even imagine how. Then again, Jan is a hunter. Which makes him almost laugh. He'd wanted a hunter. Well, here he is. Jan's not one to go in for torture, but maybe if Bojan asked, he'd put him out of his misery....

They're in an alleyway, a dead end that Jan had followed him into. (cornered him into?) Bojan hadn't exactly been watching where he was going, hadn't cared. And now he's corned like prey. Unless of course he were willing to hurt Jan.

He'd rather die.

"Why are you here?" he asks, skipping over how'd you find me?

Perhaps Jan saw reason and came to put him out of his misery, as well he should.

"I'm here to bring you home."

Bojan blinks, because he hadn't expected that. Part of him had hoped for it, maybe, but also hadn't really dared to hope for it.

"You know why that can't happen," he says." I'm a danger to you. The hunter was right. I'm a monster, and one day I'm going to slip."

Jan shakes his head and pulls out a knife. Bojan watches the movement without concern - until Jan moves to slice his own wrist.

"what are you - don't - " Bojan sputters in confusion.

Jan holds out his bleeding wrist and Bojan closes his eyes, backs away. He can smell the blood from feet away, warm and luscious, the need to feed made better because it smells of Jan. His senses heighten even further, and he can hear Jan's blood pumping, pumping, as it beads at his wrist.

"you want it, don't you?" Jan tempts. "I'm guessing you haven't fed since we last saw you. You wouldn't have." And of course Jan knows him well enough to know that.

"Why are you doing this?" Bojan asks. "You should know how dangerous this is." He tries to back away even further, hits a wall.

Right. They're in a dead end. The one Jan had backed him into. And Jan is coming closer now, closing the distance between them.

"You want it," he says calmly, like he's not offering blood to a predator. "Your instincts are screaming at you. But you haven't moved."

"Don't" - Bojan is panicked now, because Jan is right there. His blood is right there, filling all his senses.

"I can tell how much you want to," Jan says. "But you're fighting it, because you're not a monster. That - that man is the monster."

Bojan shakes his head in protest. "You saw Jure's bruises -"

"They're healed now, which you'd know if you'd been home in the past week. He misses you, actually. So do the rest of us."

They want him back? All of them?

The shock must be clear on his face, because Jan adds, "besides, it's not you being a vampire that hurt Jure. It's trauma. That happens to humans too, you know. But we're your friends. We want to help you."

Jan's bleeding wrist is still in front of him, forgotten as Bojan processes that information.

They don't hate him. Jure hasn't fled the country in fear. They want him home.

"On one condition," he says.

"What?" Jan asks warily, and Bojan can't blame him.

"If I try to hurt one of you again, you stop me. I don't care how, I don't care if you have to hurt me, you do it."

And yeah, Jan doesn't look happy about it. But he says "okay," and so Bojan follows him home like a lost puppy. At their door, he waits behind Jan with trepidation, wondering what welcome he'll receive. Awkward silence? Stilted helloes? Will they avoid him?

Before he can spiral, the door opens and they're going inside. The others jump up from the couches where they'd clearly been waiting and make a beeline for them. Bojan freezes, wondering if he's allowed to hug them. He's missed them so much, but do they even want his touch?

The problem is solved when Nace and Kris wrap their arms around him, with Jan joining in from behind.

"we missed you," they say.

Jure is last. Bojan gives him a panicked glance, wondering if he's supposed to say something. Apologize again? Jan is right, though. At least the bruises have healed on his pale skin.

Then Jure falls into a hug with him. Somewhat warily at first, and he can tell Jan is watching them carefully. He's comforted by the thought. He ruffles Jure's hair, feels Jure smile against his shoulder.

He's never been more stunned in his life.

"You guys really wanted me back?" he asks.

Kris, characteristically, calls him an idiot. Jure gives him a half-hug. "Of course we did," Jan says from behind him. "We missed our charismatic frontman."

and god, he's missed them so much. He goes for another hug, holds them close (but not too close, he doesn't want to accidentally break a rib). Wants to bury his face in their skin, but remembers that he hasn't fed in a week and that's a bad idea.

"So...movie night?" Nace suggests.

They watch something stupid. Something that's not a vampire movie, and something with no torture scenes. Perhaps High School Musical, taking turns singing along to it? Bojan cuddles with Jan (the one he feels safest with in the sense that Jan is the most skilled at taking him out probably). Tries to ignore how hungry he is, and how tempted he is.

It doesn't get past Jan. It never does. "After," he whispers, ruffling his hair, and Bojan is glad. He can't do it here, in front of the rest of them. Even though he's done it dozens of times before, feeding from a freely offered wrist with a movie in the background, but right now he just can't.

So, after, in his bedroom, Jan offers quietly. "I know you haven't fed," he says. "And I know you don't want to, but you have to." He doesn't need to spell out why Bojan has to. What happens if he doesn't.

"If I hurt you, stop me however you need to. Promise me."

Jan smiles. "In the past you've understood words just fine."

"Promise me." Jan sighs, but promises, and Bojan gingerly takes the offered wrist. The one Jan had sliced open earlier. The blood had barely stopped. It pulses just beneath the surface, and it's a relief to let his fangs out and bite.

And oh, it's so sweet. The way water tastes to a man in the desert and whatnot, but also, he's always loved the taste of his bandmates' blood. Not that he's drunk any other, but he's always thought theirs tastes particularly good. It tastes like home.

He pulls away long before he wants to and meets Jan's suspicious gaze. "That's not enough. Drink."

Bojan doesn't argue. He drinks. Jan will stop him if he has to. He promised. His friends keep their promises. With that reassurance, he lets himself keep going, until he hears his name, the warning in Jan's voice.

He pulls away immediately.

"See? No violence necessary," Jan says, taking out the bandages that they have stocked in every room of the house.

"Let me," Bojan offers. He's well-trained in this, putting pressure on the wound, then binding Jan's wrist with infinite gentleness, stroking his knuckles.

"Thank you," he says. "Really."

"You'd do the same for us," Jan says, and it's true. Bojan would do anything for them. Why can't he accept that they'd do it for him?

....and that's the scene. Not included is that one of them, probably Bojan, suggests that Jan teaches the rest of them how to fight him off, in case anything goes wrong and Jan isn't there. And they also have a nice long discussion about Bojan's triggers so they can avoid them. But that's for another post.

[choke-me-joey]

Carpe Diem pt 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

Warning: SMUT (SERIOUSLY THIS IS JUST PURE PORN WITH SLIGHT ANGST MINORS DNI!!!!), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), p in v, squirting, oral (both f and m receiving), creampie, daddy kink, sex with feelings, it's got it all folks

Please read Part 1 before this!!

Not proof read lmao sorry I wrote this on my phone I am so down for this man I needed to get it out!! Reblogs and comments always welcomed 🖤

School tomorrow did suck. In fact it was one of the worst days of your high-school career to date, and that was saying something. When you pulled into the parking lot, your heart sank as you didn't see Eddie's van in your usual spots. It sank even lower when you caught sight of his empty seat in homeroom. Gareth and Jeff had both quizzed you on the absence of your best friend.

"Why do you assume I know where he is? I'm not his girlfriend," you'd snapped.

"Yeah, right," Gareth snorted, immediately shrivelling back in his seat when you glared at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You growl. Admittedly you weren't mad at him, but your bad mood was mostly from lack of sleep. Between anxiety fuelled nightmares of Eddie laughing in your face and vowing to never speak to you again, and your endless tossing and turning, you barely got any sleep.

Gareth and Jeff exchanged glances before both mumbling to not worry about it. They could tell you clearly weren't in the mood.

Your nerves and mood didn't improve throughout the day and when Eddie finally strolled into last period and took his usual spot next to your desk without even looking at you, you could've burst into tears on the spot.

As your history teacher turned to write on the board, a note landed on your desk from Eddie's direction. You uncrumpled it to read his surprisingly neat handwriting

You didn't need to respond.

The next forty minutes army-crawled by, your anxiety tying your stomach in knots as your leg bounced under your desk. You couldn't focus, your brain was swimming.

When the bell finally rang, Eddie couldn't have gotten out of that classroom quicker if he tried. You gathered up your things, shoving it all into your bag before heading out, and straight into the every day gridlock of the halls at the end of classes. The sweet Henderson kid from Hellfire Club, who clearly had a crush on you, did his best to grab your attention with a wave and a smile, but you ignored him and made your way to the parking lot, praying you didn't expel your lunch over the tarmac.

Eddie leaning up against his van waiting for you, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and his arms folded across his chest. When he spotted you approaching, he tossed the cigarette on the ground, putting it out with his foot, and locked eyes with you. He nodded his head towards the van and the both of you got in.

The drive back to Eddie's trailer was a long, quiet one with only the sounds of the mixture you'd made him for his birthday playing in the background. You shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat.

"Eddie, I-"

"Not now, Y/N." Eddie's voice was almost strained, as if he was trying to hold back from yelling or something. It was weird and didn't ease the tension in the van. You sighed.

"Look, if you're just gonna drive me back to your trailer, tell me you hate my guts and never want to see me again, can you just do it now and at least I can walk back to my car?"

Eddie swerves onto the side of the road and slams on the brakes, making you squeak in surprise.

"Y/N," he breathes, his voice almost dangerously quiet. "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

You blink at him, not knowing if you should speak or not. "You're my best fucking friend, Y/N, and last night...you kissed me. And you ran out on me."

"I'm sorry," you whisper. "I'm so sorry Eddie. I just...you told me to seize the day and I did and I know you don't like me that way-"

Eddie scoffs.

"Don't I?" He leans against the drivers seat arms folded again as he looks at you.

"D-dont you?" You question, your hands gripping the seat so hard you know they're turning white.

"Y/N, " Eddie sighs, placing his hands on the wheel and then resting his head on his hands. "I don't wanna talk about this in my goddamn van, okay? Let's just go back to my place, please?"

You nod, clutching your bag even tighter to your body. When Eddie finally pulled up to his trailer, you followed him in apprehensively, your heart going so fast you were sure Eddie could probably hear it.

You close the trailer door behind you, and Eddie goes straight to the fridge, sticking his head in there to scrounge one of his uncle's last beers.

You speak before you can think it through properly.

"Eddie, are you mad at me?"

Yikes. It sounds even stupider when you say it out loud. Eddie freezes with his head in the damn fridge. You hear him sigh.

"Mad?" He emerges from the fridge, two beers in one hand and pinching the bridge of his nose with the other. "Jesus, Y/N, I could never be mad at you, confused as all hell yeah, but never mad."

"Oh." The tension in the small trailer is suffocating. You watch Eddie crack open the two bottles, handing one to you and you both swig in silence, you standing in the lounge area and Eddie leaning up against the fridge. He rubs his hand over his face before speaking.

"Why did you run?"

"Because I was stupid." You whisper, staring down intently at the contents of your beer bottle. "Because I've fucked things up by-" here goes nothing. "-by falling in love with you."

Eddie chokes on his beer. "Y-you love me?!"

You nod, your eyes welling up with tears which you hastily wipe on the sleeve of your denim jacket. "I'm sorry."

Eddie doesn't respond. Instead, he places his beer bottle down and strides across the trailer towards you, placing his hands on either side of your head and kissing you, hard. Your beer bottle slips from your hands as you bring them up around his neck, kissing him back just as hard. It hits the floor with a thud and the liquid seeps out onto the musty carpet.

"Shit," you gasp, trying to pull away.

"Leave it," Eddie mumbles against your lips, spinning you around and backing you up into the kitchen and against the cabinets. The kiss deepens as Eddie presses his body against yours, making you shiver. "You're so fucking stupid, Y/N." He pants as you both pull away for air, your fingers gripping the front of his shirt. "Think I'd be this way with anyone else, hmm? It's you, Y/N, it's always been you since the moment I first laid my eyes on you." His lips attach to your neck, alternating between soft kisses and little sucks that make your knees tremble.

"W-why didn't you say anything?" You whimper, feeling as if you could melt into the floor as Eddie's hands come up into your hair and he kisses you once more, a mesh of tongue and teeth as the desperation between the two of you increases.

"Guess I'm fucking stupid too," he growls against your mouth. "Hated you walking away from me last night."

"I'm sorry," another whimper escapes your throat as Eddie's knee slots in between your thighs, applying a small amount of pressure right where you need it most. Your breath catches in your throat and you moan softly, shamelessly grinding your crotch on his leg. The friction of your jeans and his made your knees shake.

"Fuck," Eddie breathes, driving his knee further towards you. "Getting yourself off on my leg? You're filthy, sweetheart." He dives in for another kiss, this time more heated, more desperate if that was even possible. "My filthy girl." Eddie growls possessively as he trails kisses down your jaw and neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin there. You know your panties are drenched now.

"Y-your girl?"

"Mmhmm," Eddie mumbles against your skin, the vibration making you tremble. He then trails kisses back up your neck and jaw, returning to your mouth. "Should've said something a long time ago, I love you, Y/N, fuckin' crazy about you-"

You cut him off by pressing your lips against his once more, tasting the new yet familiar flavour of him, your Eddie. He groans, his hands coming down to grab the fat of your ass and pull you even closer to him if that was possible. Your bodies begin to move in tandem with each other, both of you desperately seeking friction and some kind of relief. Your hand snakes down between the two of you and cups Eddie's now very prominent cock through his jeans, squeezing gently and rubbing.

"Fuck, sweetheart," Eddie breathes, and his head drops to your shoulder. Your hand moves to undo his belt and he grabs your wrist. You look up at him in confusion. "What, you think I'm gonna bend you over my uncle's kitchen counter the first time we do this? No way, pretty girl, we're doing this properly." Still holding on to your wrist, he leads you into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind you. You'd been here thousands of times before, but now it felt different, unfamiliar. Eddie notices your anxiousness. "Hey, we don't have to do anything you don't want to, baby, okay?"

"No, I want to, I really, really want to," you reassure him, pecking his lips softly. "I'm just...nervous. It's been a while, and the last few times weren't exactly....good."

"Baby, it's just me, okay?" Eddie cups your face gently. You nod. "And besides, when I'm done with you, you'll forget about anyone else who's ever fucked you before me."

"Big talk, Munson," you smirk and he returns it.

"I got the skills to back it up, princess."

You squeal as he throws you down onto his bed, peeling his shirt off and throwing it at you playfully. You catch it and fling it back at him. He chuckles and throws it to the side, kicking off his shoes and taking yours off before crawling on top of you.

Your hands immediately go to his bare skin as he kisses you again, nails raking over his chest and trailing over his faint abs. When you reach the patch of hair leading into his jeans, he curses into your mouth and you feel his cock flex under his jeans.

"I havent even touched you yet," you giggle.

"I know, just been thinkin' about this for so long," he rasps, glaring at you as you raise your hips up so your covered pussy grinds against his cock. "Quit trying to make me cream my pants, you brat."

"Shut up and take my clothes off." You grin devilishly, no longer feeling shy or nervous. Eddie had that effect on you, and this all felt so natural now; you didn't know why you were nervous in the first place.

Eddie chuckles again, tapping your thigh lightly in a teasing spank. You sit up and allow him to peel off your shirt, and he groans appreciatively at the black lacy bra you had on underneath. "Looks better off," you say, reaching behind you and unhooking it, sliding it off your body and allowing your tits to bounce free.

"Holy fucking shit, you're right," Eddie groans again, and you swear you hear his breath hitch as you bring one of his hands to your boob. You lie back down, allowing him to cup your tits in his hands, running his thumbs over your budding nipples. "Fuck, they're even better than I imagined."

"Yeah?" You grin slyly, but the shyness quickly drops away as Eddie leans down and takes your nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it. "Shit, Eddie-"

He moans, taking his mouth from one nipple to the other, his fingers toying with the neglected one, making your back arch off the bed. "E-Eddie, please, baby-"

"Want something, princess?" He returns that devilish grin of yours from earlier. "As much as I love hearing you say my name like that, you're gonna need to use your big girl words."

"Touch me."

"I am, pretty girl," he smirks, giving your nipple a pinch and relishing in the whine you let out. "Or do you want me to touch...here?" He cups your pussy through your jeans; you're suprised your jeans aren't soaked from how much you're throbbing.

"Fuck, Eddie, please!"

"Alright, seeing as you asked so nicely, baby. Want me to take my pants off too, hmm?"

You nod, reaching down and flicking his belt buckle open. He laughs at your eagerness, undoing the button of his jeans, unzipping and pushing them down, kicking them off to join his shoes and shirt. You bite your lip at the sight of his plaid boxers, tented where his cock was desperately seeking attention. He follows your eyeline, grinning as he palms himself through his boxers. "Patience, baby, you'll get to touch me soon, let me love on you a little bit first, okay? Wanna taste you."

You shiver at his words, and nod, raising your hips again to allow him to undo and slip your jeans off your hips and down your legs. "Fuck, baby, you're soaked already," Eddie runs two fingers over the damp panel of your underwear. "This all for me?"

"Yeah, s'all for you Eds." You whine, your cheeks flushing as he removes your underwear, discarding it and spreading your legs open wide, admiring your cunt which was now glistening with arousal.

"Holy shit," Eddie chokes out a moan, his cock jumping visibly. "Fuck, sweetheart, you've got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen, shit..." He trails off as he runs a finger up and down your soaking folds. You cry out as he then pushes a finger inside you. "Oh my god, Y/N, you're so fucking tight. Gonna have to warm you up to take my cock."

"Yes, yes, Eddie, please-"

"Hm, I like it when you beg, sound so fuckin' pretty," Eddie positions himself between your legs. "Bet you taste fuckin' pretty too-"

Your hand flies to his hair, grabbing a fistful of it as he licks a slow, agonising strip up from your soaking hole to your swollen clit, circling the bundle of nerves and groaning at the taste of you. He alternates between sucking and licking your clit, making your legs shake. You were so close already. It's almost like he can sense it, as he slides two fingers inside you slowly, waiting for you to adjust before angling them upwards, almost instantly finding that spongy spot inside you. You pull on his hair as you let out a wail of his name, and he has to grind down into the mattress for some relief from his now almost painful cock.

"Eddie, fuck, s'close, make me cum, please, please make me cum Eddie-" You're babbling now as Eddie fucks you with his fingers, perfectly nudging that spot every single time. You've never felt like this before, the feeling that was washing over you was so intense you felt as if you were going to pass out. "W-wait, Eddie, feels weird-" you shift nervously, feeling as if you needed to pee.

Eddie smirked against you, hammering your cunt harder and circling your clit faster. You tugged his hair again in warning, unable to hold back any longer.

"Eddie! Eddie oh my god, oh my fucking god, I'm cumming!" You scream, your entire body flooding with pleasure as your orgasm washes over you with an intensity you've never known. A clear stream of liquid gushes from your cunt, soaking Eddie's face and the bedsheets below him. The sound that leaves your mouth is heavenly and Eddie commits it to his brain forever. Your entire body is shaking as Eddie continues to fuck you with his fingers through your orgasm, until you start trying to scramble away from him. "Holy shit, oh my god, too senstive Eds-" you pant, whimpering as he pulls his fingers out from you and partly cleans them off. You grab his hand and pull his fingers into your own mouth, tasting yourself.

"Fuck, you little minx, you're lethal, y'know that?" Eddie grins, his face flushed and gleaming with your cum. "Never thought you were a squirter, princess."

"N-never done it before," you gasp, still trying to catch your breath. "Fuck, Eddie, you're amazing."

"Heh, ain't seen nothing yet, baby." Eddie sits up on his heels, his cock staining his boxers with a considerable amount of precum.

"Neither have you," you grin, regaining some composure enough to sit up and push his boxers down, spitting into your hand and grasping his cock, stroking it slowly. His hips jerk into your hand and he lets out a soft moan. "Fuck me, you're huge."

"Think you can take it, pretty girl?"

"Fuck yeah," smirking, you bend down and take his cock into your mouth, suckling at the head and tasting him.

"Jesus Christ, baby, that mouth...feels so fucking good!"

You moan in agreement, making him hiss at the feeling before taking more of him in until he's hitting the back of your throat. You relax and take him further, gagging initially but eventually deep throating him. "Fuck, oh fuck, are you serious right now?! Oh my god, fuck, Y/N, you're perfect, so fucking sexy, so beautiful-" he's babbling away above you, his hands running through your hair and gathering it into a ponytail. You come up for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the shining head of his cock. He could have cum on the spot right there and then from the way you looked up at him through your lashes and smiled. " Fucking Christ, baby, if you keep sucking my cock like that this'll be over before it's even begun. Lie down, sweetheart, and spread those pretty legs for me."

You do as you're told, lying on your back, spreading your legs so he can see every little bit of your inviting pussy. He swears under his breath, pumping his cock a few times before reaching into his bedside drawer. You stop him.

"Birth control, big boy,"

"Holy shit," Eddie's brain was swimming. He's fucked other girls before, sure, but never without protection. He couldn't think of a more perfect person to do this with for the first time. "You sure, angel?"

"Yes, Eddie, now fuck me before I do it myself," you groan, impatient, your cunt throbbing waiting to be stretched out by him. He chuckles, positioning himself over you.

"You're gonna have to show me that sometime," he says in a teasing tone, dragging himself over your puffy folds, drenching his cock in your arousal. He kisses you deeply, full of love and affection as his cockhead pushes slowly into you, stretching you deliciously. "Fuuuuuck, baby, you're so tight, Jesus"

"More, Eddie," you gasp, pulling him in deeper as you wrap your legs around his waist. "Need you."

"You got me, baby, ain't never letting you go now," Eddie brushes some hair away from your face and your eyes lock as he finally bottoms out inside your perfect pussy, your walls gripping him like a damn vice. You raise your hips up, trying to get him to move and he groans,dropping his head to your shoulder. "Christ, give me a minute, trying not to blow my load too early but your-fuck-pussy is too fucking good!"

You can only moan in response, the stretch of his cock and how full you felt was all you could think about. Your brain was on a constant loop of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, barely able to register what was happening, what was finally happening.

Eddie finally started to move, dragging his cock in and out of your gummy walls, stuffing you full and making you see stars with every bump to your cervix. Your moans were ridiculously loud, over the top even, but it was the sweetest fucking music to Eddie's ears as you clung to him, whimpering, moaning his name.

He angled his hips just right, and before you could stop it, your mouth opened-

"Daddy!" You groaned, your eyes rolling back as he stroked your g-spot.

"Fuck!" Eddie swore loudly, stilling himself. "Y-you can't do that to me, sweetheart, I'm about to bust as it is-"

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't apologise baby," Eddie kissed you sweetly. "Want daddy to fuck you, yeah?"

"Yes, yes, fuck me daddy, please!"

"Good girl." Eddie placed your legs on his shoulders, fucking into you with deep, hard strokes.

You were a mess, feeling another orgasm already building as you reached down to stroke your clit. "Got another one in there for me, baby? Gonna cum on daddy's cock?"

"Uh-huh" you replied dumbly, moving your fingers quicker on your swollen clit.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last," Eddie groaned, his head tilted back towards the ceiling as your pussy tightened around him. "W-where do you want me to cum?"

"Inside!" You yelped "Cum inside me!"

"Oh shit, fuck, m'gonna cum, fuck baby come on, cum with me, gonna cum inside this pretty pussy-"

You scream as another orgasm rips through you, creaming around Eddie's cock as your body convulses with it. Eddie practically bends you in half, chasing his own release with sloppy, uncoordinated thrusts until he empties himself inside you with a grunt, painting your gummy walls with sticky, hot cum. The flexing of his cock inside you is almost enough to trigger another orgasm for you, if you weren't so wiped from the first two.

He lets your legs down before collapsing on top of you, both of you struggling to catch your breath. His hair flops all over your face, causing you to break the silence with a giggle.

"Eddie, your hair!"

"Mm, sorry princess, y'gonna have to put up with it, m'never leaving this sweet pussy," he mumbles, mostly into your chest.

"Eddiiieee"

"Nope." He lifts himself up, peppering kisses over your chest, collarbones, shoulders, neck and finally onto your lips. "I love you, Y/N Y/L/N."

"I love you too, Edward Munson."

"Edward?! Really?! After I just rocked your damn world, you gotta hit me with Edward?!" He grimaces and you laugh. He pulls out of you slowly, and you immediately mourn the loss of fullness and closeness. "I know baby, but I gotta clean you up, you made a mess."

"I made a mess?! Eddie, your cum is literally leaking out of me right now!" You laugh, throwing a pillow at him.

"So hot," he grins, that big cheesy, dopey grin that makes your heart and pussy flutter. He pulls his boxers back on and then dips out of his room, returning not 2 minutes later with a damp wash cloth. He passes you one of his Dio shirts and a pair of his boxers to slip on after he gently cleans your wrecked pussy.

Once you're clean and dressed, he pulls you up, stripping the bed of the sex stained sheets and replacing them, before pulling you back down to lie with him. You rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he runs his fingers through your hair. Your eyes are starting to drift shut as he speaks.

"Carpe diem, right?"

"Carpe fuckin' diem." You mumble happily nuzzling into your Eddie's chest before drifting off to sleep.

There's that smile, you know he's looking at you all dopey like this after sex