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bettyfrommars · 1 year

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I'm on Fire

biker!Eddie x fem!artist!reader

Part 4

🚨MDNI, 18+Only, implied smut, eventual smut, angst, sexual tension, adult themes, alcohol consumption, cheating (not on reader), biker!Eddie, biker!Steve, mutual pining, slow burn, mention of violence, brief use of Y/N (again, sorry).

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In part 4, you meet another one of Eddie's dear friends, Robin Buckley, and get invited to a barbecue. Eddie tries to cut ties with a messy part of his life as his feelings for you grow. Your time with Eddie gets cut short again when the darker elements of his lifestyle comes calling. I've purposely left out physical details about your roommate Katie, so that you can picture her however you want.

A/N: I am so honored by the enthusiasm some of you have shown for this, and please know I think about you all the time as I write it. Also, I've barely been posting here a month, and I'm always open to any tips or suggestions. Love to hear what you thought and what you'd like to see happen 👀

It’s a good thing Eddie left with Charlene because he didn’t have to see how tipsy you got, stumbling out to the car at the end of the night, shoes catching in the gravel, babbling to Jeff how much you loved him and how glad you were that he was your friend.

“Girl, you better tell me everything that went down,” Jeffery said as he got in behind the steering wheel and helped you snap your seat belt together, because your aim was awful. “What did Charlene say to you?”

In the 8 months that he’d known you, Jeff had never seen you like this. Sure, you had a bit of that eccentric, scatterbrained artist way about you, but you were always professional and, if something someone said ever got to you, you never let it show.

“Charlene WHO?” You asked, and then you laughed hysterically, tossing your head back against the seat, as if what you’d just said was the most hilarious thing ever.

Jeff coughed out a laugh, looking over at you, wishing he had a tape recorder to play this conversation back for you on Monday.

You took a drink from the water bottle in the console, swallowed a few times, and then told him the story, as best as you could remember it, as Jeff maneuvered the car out of the long country road and back to the freeway.

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“Who was that girl you were talking to?” Charlene asked Eddie as they drove off into the night. They were in a sleek, black utility vehicle this time, complete with heated leather seats.

“A friend,” Eddie told her. Not to minimize the crush he had on you, but he didn’t know what else to call you. If you were someone he was dating, he would’ve said that, but whatever the two of you had barely qualified as anything yet.

She reached over to squeeze his leg right above the knee, and tried to slid her hand further up his thigh, but he pushed her away. “I’m not in the mood,” he grumbled.

“Well, I didn’t mean to break up your little romantic moment, or whatever it was,” Charlene shrugged and looked out her window to the cars passing by on the freeway. “I just didn’t want you to make a fool out of me in front of my friends.”

Eddie had his wrist high resting on the steering wheel and he looked over his arm at her. “You don’t own me, you know that, right?”

Charlene adjusted her skin tight dress and began to fidget with one of her gold bracelets. “I own the things I pay for, and you were supposed to be mine for the evening.”

Eddie worked his jaw in silence, realizing in at that exact moment that he was done being her little bitch. Her attention and the money had been flattering, and the sex had been exciting the first couple times, but he could barely stand to look at her anymore, no matter how gorgeous she was. The radio was on low (Head Like a Hole by NIN) and he wondered about what you’d asked him earlier, about why he never called. He should’ve called to thank you for the painting, that was true, but the days of the week started to blur together, and he never saw Steve to ask him for your digits. Plus, what would he say to you? He was admittedly more of a hands-on type of guy, and not great over the phone, but he was willing to step out of his comfort zone for you, if you needed him to.

“You’re coming in, right?” Charlene cooed, noticing that he wasn’t following her into the house after he parked the car in the garage.

Eddie shook his head, lighting a cigarette, about to head over to hop on his chopper that was hidden along the side of the house. “I told you, we’re not doing that anymore.”

In response, Charlene rolled her eyes and gave an exaggerated groan, digging in her purse to pull out a wad of cash. “Well, here then,” she shook the handful of hundreds at him. “Take your money. That’s all you care about, right?”

Eddie had to scoff. Money was all he cared about? Her manipulation techniques were first rate, he had to give her that.

He hollowed his cheeks to take a long pull off his smoke. “Nah, keep it,” he said on the exhale, a plume of white smoke exiting pursed lips, turning his back on her and flipping his collar up on his leather jacket. “Save it for your next bodyguard. I’m done.”

One of the garage doors was still open, but Charlene seemed to forget and raised her voice. “Eddie, wait! I’m sorry!”

Her voice seemed to echo through the entire street, but Eddie kept walking until he disappeared around the corner of the building.

“You can’t just walk away from me like this!” She added, but he was already revving his bike and shifting into gear.

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You’ve had a couple doozy hangovers in your day, but a red wine hangover? They were the god awful worst. You got up to hydrate and eat something early in the morning, and then you went back to bed.

Later on, you sat on the couch with some tea and your eyes half open and the hood to your sweatshirt over your head like a shroud while Katie told you how expertly Steve had rocked her world the night before. Apparently, before he fucked her 8 ways to Sunday, he took her to one of the new bars on the outskirts of town where a band was playing, and there were two of her old students there who recognized her.

After the show, she gave Steve road head, and then they ended up doing the dirty in the back seat of his car like teenagers.

“What is happening to me?” She asked you, feeling all sorts of sore and stretched out. “This is not how I saw myself acting at this age, but I can’t say I hate it. How was your night?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you said with a shake of your head, the movement making your temples throb. “Tell me more about Steve. What’s his deal? Does he have family here or?”

Your mind kept flashing back to the look on Charlene’s face, and how sloppy you’d been in the car with Jeff, and it made you want to cringe and bury your face in your hands.

“He didn’t mention his parents, but he’s got a little kid. A son named Oliver,” she used the remote to change the channel on the TV, but the sound was on mute. “The mom isn’t in the picture anymore, though, I guess she split when he was just a baby.”

Your eyes snapped open to full awareness, recalling that Steve had similar eyes and hair coloring to Eddie, and you pictured the photo of that doe-eyed toddler taped to the dash of his tow truck.

“How old is he? Steve’s son, I mean?” You asked, the opportunity to put new pieces to the Eddie puzzle together snapping you out of your malaise.

“He just turned 5 last month,” Katie said through a yawn. “And you will never guess who Steve lives with,” she held her breath there for a few beats, suspended, waiting for you to pull a name out of the air without any hints. You couldn’t even begin to try; your brain was about as active as smashed peas.

After reading your vacant stare, Katie continued, bobbing her chin with each word, “Robin Fucking Buckley.”

Katie had been interested in both men and women since you’d known her, and Robin was a woman she’d met when she first moved to Hawkins after college, and had an instant crush on. The crush never went anywhere, though, because Robin was in a relationship at the time, and Katie had not yet come out as bisexual, so she wasn’t sure what to do about the feelings she was having, but you vividly remembered hearing how she gushed over her.

“They’ve been raising Oliver together,” she continued. “He told me about Robin after he and I had sex though, so then it made me feel weird and I didn’t tell him that I used to daydream about being with her.”

“I can’t believe what a small world it is here,” you mused, suddenly wishing the phone would ring, and that it would be Eddie, and he’d say, “I can’t stop thinking about you.” But, that didn’t sound like Eddie, did it? It was more likely for him to bring a spare tire by and mow your lawn while you were at work. Superficial words of adoration? You weren’t sure that was his thing.

“Are you planning on seeing Steve again?” You were curious for selfish reasons, because Steve was your only current link to Eddie.

“We talked about the fact that we’d rather this be a fuck buddy thing than something serious, but he did invite both of us to a barbecue they’re having at their house on Sunday.” She smoothed her lips together and stared at the carpet, her eyes getting glossy from not blinking. “I’m not sure how weird it would be for me to see Robin again, though. I really had it bad for her.”

Sunday was a day away, and you hoped that your hangover would be gone by then, because it didn’t feel like it was dissipating any time soon.

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The little boy with the thick head of wavy, golden brown hair screeched, “uncle Eddie!” as he ran toward him at full tilt, and then dove at his shin and wrapped is arms around his legs.

Eddie bent down to latch his hands under the tiny monster’s arms and swung him up in the air. “What’s going on, big man?” He adjusted the kid at his hip like it was second nature, like he was born to be Uncle Eddie.

Robin Buckley was just shutting the door to her car in the parking lot of Munson’s Garage and following behind Oliver at a stroll, grinning as she watched the two of them together. She pushed her sunglasses up into her blue-streaked hair, and the hoop piercings on her eyebrow and lip glinted in the sun. Eddie had just dismounted his bike and was taking his helmet off to hook it on one of the handlebars.

“Can you watch him for a bit?” Robin asked, her hands in her back pockets. She had on a Bikini Kill t-shirt on under a red and black flannel and holes in the knees of her jeans. “I have to run some errands, but Steve can pick him up in two hours.”

Eddie was actually just in the middle of rushing to several different places trying to get a project finished, and had a billion things on his mind, but Steve and Robin and Oliver always came first; they were his family.

“Oh I think I can manage that,” Eddie turned to Oliver, and Oliver put his hands on Eddie’s cheeks, smooshing them in a little. “What do you think, Ollie, wanna have some beers and play some poker with me?”

Oliver nodded, ecstatic, his mouth open.

“Ha ha,” Robin bent forward to brush some hair out of Oliver’s eyes and planted a kiss on his cheek before stepping back. “Maybe Uncle Eddie will make you some of those butter noodles you like.”

Oliver said, “airplane,” and Eddie scooped him on his belly with both arms so he was horizontal, and spun around in a circle a few times. Uncle Wayne saw them from the office window and was already headed over with his arms out.

Eddie lowered Oliver to his feet and said, “go say hi to uncle Wayne,” to which the boy took off as fast as his legs could carry him across the pavement. Eddie reveled at the joy on Wayne’s face as he bent down to hug the kid tight, and then took his hand to walk him back to the office. There was a TV in there with a bunch of cartoons on VHS just for Oliver, and some of the building blocks and toys he liked to play with.

“How is he?” Robin asked. Wayne was too far away to hear them, but she waved.

“Same,” Eddie cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the lump he felt there. “I don’t think the chemo is doing jack shit, but what the fuck do I know.”

Robin knew how much of a toll Wayne’s illness was taking on Eddie, but it made him uncomfortable to talk about it, so she didn’t push him.

“So, when are you coming to the barbecue tomorrow?” She asked as they made their way over to the shade of the awning just under Eddie’s apartment.

“Shit, that’s tomorrow?” Eddie frowned like he was working out a math problem, scratching the stubble on his jaw. “Why did I think it was next week?”

“Because dingus probably didn’t remind you like I told him to,” Robin dropped down into one of the plastic chairs with an ‘omph’. “There will be plenty of food, just bring some beer, or whatever alcohol you want to drink.”

Eddie sat down on the picnic table bench across from her, elbows on his knees. “I’ll bring beer and burgers, but I can’t drink that much for a couple days, Fight Night is next weekend.”

Robin dropped her shoulders and gave him a look. “Please tell me you’re not getting in the ring this time?”

“I have to,” Eddie shrugged, leaning back to plant his forearms onto the top of the picnic table, stretching his chest out. “I won the last one, remember? Winner always gets challenged.” He brushed something invisible off of the front of this work shirt. “But this will be my last fight for a while, Rob, I’ll forfeit if I have to.”

“Good,” she snorted her approval. “You and Steve are getting too old for this shit. We’re all getting too old for recreational activities that could possibly end up in broken bones and hospitalization.”

“No one is putting me in the hospital, I promise you,” he raised his eyebrow at her, confidentially.

Changing the subject, Robin shifted in her seat and narrowed her eyes. “What do you know about this chick that Steve has been talking to lately? You met her, right? Her name is Katie something.”

Eddie’s heart raced at the mention of Katie, but for other reasons. “Yeah, her and her friend saved our asses that night that we almost got pinched by the cops.”

“Okay,” Robin nodded. “What else do you know? Steve said you’d met her before?”

“What’s with all the questions? I don’t they’re as serious as---”

“Because, Edward, he went ahead and invited her to the barbecue, a complete stranger, without running it by me first. You know I don’t like Oliver to be exposed to every transient piece of ass he has a fling with, especially if they’re just another bar fly who tries to sneak a line of coke off the tank on our toilet like last time.”

Eddie knew she had a point; although Oliver wasn’t biologically hers, Robin had been helping to raise him since he was 7 months old, and she had turned into a fierce momma bear. He lost his train of thought for a second because if Katie was coming to the barbecue...then maybe….

“Earth to Eddie?” Robin clapped her hands together once.

“Yeah, sorry,” he shook his head as if to clear it. “First of all, she’s employed, she’s a teacher at the high school. English or Geometry or something.”

Alright, Robin liked the details so far. Dating a woman who had gainful employment was an improvement for Steve.

“I guess I sold her weed years ago, before I moved away, but I must’ve blacked a lot of that time out because I don’t remember her. I knew her brother Danny though, and he was a nice kid.”

Robin was biting her lip, drumming her fingers on the arm rest, taking in the information, and then she decided to change the subject, cocking her head. “What about you? Seeing any one special these days? Anyone you’d want to bring with you tomorrow?”

Eddie ran his fingers through his hair a couple times, pondering if he should tell her about you, but then decided against it. He didn’t want to answer a bunch of questions and, more importantly, he didn’t want to jinx anything.

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It was one of those picture perfect days for a barbecue; the sun was out, but the temperature was mild, and all of the cherry blossom trees along the street were blooming. Steve and Robin’s house was located in a neighborhood that had a reputation for being a sketchy, but the yards were all well kept with little gardens. The house itself was Easter egg blue with white trim, a front square of lawn that was neatly edged and mowed, and then a driveway along the side that led to the back patio. There were three motorcycles parked on the street among the other cars, as well as that black Chevelle you saw at the garage.

“He’s here,” you breathed, balancing three dishes of food in your lap as Katie turned the car off and you both looked around. “I know he’s here. Wait, please take me back home.”

“Forget it,” Katie laughed. “We talked about this. The safe word is ‘pineapple’ if one of us is having a really awful or uncomfortable time.”

You tilted your head so that you could look up at the house. “What if he brought that Charlene lady?”

“Eddie might be a little oblivious at times, but I don’t think he’s an idiot,” Katie assured you. “Besides, that bitch does not want to catch these hands.”

“How well did you say you knew Robin?” You asked, stalling.

“We worked together when I had that warehouse job back in ‘89 or ‘90. We barely spoke ten sentences to each other, and exchanged a few goofy looks. I doubt she’ll even remember me.”

Oh, Robin remembered her, alright. You could tell by her face when she caught site of the two of you walking up the driveway from the living room window.

Robin gasped and ducked behind the curtain, pressing her back against the wall next to the bookshelf, out of sight.

“Steve!” She hissed, trying to get his attention in the kitchen, waving him over. He was bending down to grab another beer out of the refrigerator, talking to one of his buddies from the bar he bounced at from time to time.

He stopped what he was doing and came over with a look of concern on his face, his eyes scanning around for what might be bothering her.

“What is Katherine Clayton doing here?” She asked in a tense whisper.

Steve peeked around the curtain to catch a quick glimpse of who she was talking about, just as the two of you disappeared up the driveway around the corner of the house.

He was shaking is head, confused. “That’s Katie. What are you talking about?”

Robin’s eyes widened. “You had sex with Kathrine Clayton?” And then, as the realization sank in that Steve had done the deed with one of her long-standing secret crushes, she groaned and headed for the bathroom so that she could sit on the floor in there for a few minutes and regroup.

“Wait!” Steve whispered after her. “Please tell me you didn’t fuck her too?”

“I wish!” Robin yelled, just as she shut the bathroom door and he heard it lock.

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Eddie was at the grill cleaning it off, his back to you, and your eyes locked on those unmistakable broad shoulders in a black t-shirt that had Megadeth tour dates half covered by his long hair, dark wash jeans cuffed at his boots, and a blue handkerchief hanging out of his back pocket. One knee bent out to the side; wallet chain draped over his thigh. Muscular triceps flexing under various colors of tattoo ink.

“Pineapple,” you said under your breath. A tape deck and two speakers were on the steps as music by Soundgarden blessed the event. You scanned the other 10 or so people there and didn’t see Steve, but another guest in one of the lawn chairs greeted you with a tilt of her beer.

The sound of the greeting made Eddie turn his head nonchalantly, but then once he saw it was you, he dropped what he was doing and spun around, wiping his hands on a rag as he went.

“Where should I put these?” You asked, referring to the stack of side dishes in your hands.

“Here, let me take them,” Eddie came over and bent down a bit to get his hands under what you were carrying, and his fingers fumbled on top of yours for a few seconds before the pass was complete, hard edges of his rings grazing the underside of your palm, both of you letting out a few goofy laughs. You had a low cut shirt on and you were delighted to find his gaze hovering on your cleavage more than once.

“This way,” he inclined his head for you to follow him over to a long table by the fence, his mouth kicking up on one side in a grin.

Steve’s head was still reeling over the fact that he accidentally slept with a girl that Robin had a crush on when he came out to welcome Katie with a hug and ask her what she wanted to drink. Steve was in full biker attire with his leather cut on over his t-shirt, leather pants, and his sunglasses on with his hair slicked back.

“Whatever you’re having,” Katie shrugged. “I’m easy. But, you already know that.” It was a joke, but under the circumstances, it made Steve feel worse. There were very few women on the earth that Robin admitted to having crushes on, and he managed to bury his cock inside of one. The sex had been fucking amazing, too, but he tried not to think about that.

Steve and Robin crossed paths as she was coming out and he was going in to get Katie a beer, and then Robin made her way over to greet her, trying not to let the disappointment read on her face.

“Long time no see,” Robin quipped, sliding a hand into the front pocket of her distressed, baggy denim.

“I can’t believe you remember me,” Katie balked, sincerely shocked.

“Whatever,” Robin looked down at the ground shyly and flexed her toes inside her Converse. “I used to use the water fountain on the other side of the warehouse just so I could get a glimpse of you in those daisy duke shorts you used to wear.”

Wait, Katie’s brain raced, was Robin insinuating that she used to have a crush on her too? That whole time??

“I know it’s been 6 years, but I still have the shorts,” Katie assured her, winking as she took a sip of her beer.

You were about to walk over to grab one of the folded chairs leaning up against the house, but Eddie told one of the guys to get up so that you could have his chair. You were about to protest, but the young dude with a full sleeve of tattoos popped to his feet and went to find another seat before you could get the words out of your mouth. Eddie wanted you to sit next to him, and that was that.

Eddie was still standing, about to ask you what he could get you to drink, when the screen door slammed open and a little dark haired boy came down the steps with Steve. “I’ll push you on the swings until uncle Wayne gets here,” Steve cooed in a very daddy voice.

“I owe Wayne big time for watching him tonight so that I could get drunk,” Robin said across the patio to Eddie.

“Are you kidding?” Eddie put his hand on your shoulder as he talked, casually showing ownership to everyone else at the party. “He loves hanging out with little big man.” You peeked at his ring-clad fingers that cupped your shoulder out of the corner of your eye and your stomach exploded with butterflies.

Oliver went over and hid behind Robin’s legs, and she introduced him to you and Katie. “He’s really shy around new people,” she said, tousling his hair. “But once he gets to know you, he’s a chatterbox.”

The little boy locked eyes with you curiously from behind Robin’s pant leg and continued to keep a silent watch on you until for the next 30 minutes until Wayne picked him up.

Everyone sat in an informal circle, and you were introduced to each person at the party, most of their names you forgot as soon as they were said to you. You found out that Steve was a tattoo artist, as well as being bouncer at a bar, and a couple of the guests worked with him and brought their significant others. One of the women was Robin’s ex, who she was still good friends with, and a woman she knew from the coffee shop she worked at. You also met one of Eddie’s bandmates Gareth, the only other original member, and his wife. You drank your first beer on an empty stomach and Steve encouraged you to tell your version of what happened that first night you all met at the Hideout. Eddie discouraged it, wanting to forget most of that night ever happened, but you continued. A few things you said made everyone laugh, and Eddie clapped his hand on top of yours at one point to squeeze it, giving you a wink and a little bitten-lip half-smile as he did so. You turned and met his eyes, the chemistry of your cosmic pull sparking little glints at the corners of your mouths; the unspoken hope of something new, something special.

When it was time to eat, Eddie asked you how you liked your burger, and when you told him you were a vegetarian, he startled you by clutching at his chest dramatically, pretending that you shot him in the heart, dropping his shoulder back. “Burgers are one of the things I do really, really well though,” you were sitting in the chair closest to him as he worked on the patties for everyone else.

“What are the other things you do well?” You were being coy, feeling a slight buzz as you sipped your second beer.

He looked at you over his shoulder and playfully raised his eyebrows a few times. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Eddie was having a hard time restraining himself from not bending down to kiss you with how adorable and flirty you were being. The only thing stopping him, besides not being sure you even wanted him to kiss you, was the fact that every single relationship he’d had with a woman for many years had been purely sexual, and things always escalated quickly. He was tired of sticking his cock in warm bodies he barely knew. Or worse yet, warm bodies he had grown to despise, like Charlene. He was tired of riding this hardcore persona every minute of every day. He wanted you to see the geeky side of him, the devoted, adoring side of him that he never let out of the bag because he didn’t trust himself to be vulnerable.

“Will you look at that,” Robin whispered to Katie who was in the chair to her. Her eyes were trained across the way at how close in proximity Eddie and you were. You were both making each other laugh, sneaking in whatever opportunity you could to touch each other, if only a brush of the elbows. “Did you know about this?”

Katie leaned over in her chair, putting her head to her shoulder. “It’s been brewing for a couple weeks now,” she told Robin. “Y/N has had a really rough couple years. She hasn’t shown interest in anyone since she moved here.”

“How come I’m always the last to know these things?” Robin asked, indulging herself with a deep inhale of the cinnamon spice smell of Katie’s hair, and then she turned to look at her, and the two of them shared this moment when their faces were extremely close in proximity for a heartbeat before they both jumped apart.

Just as the sun was starting to set, they lit the scattered tiki torches and the hard alcohol came out. Robin was the first one to throw back a shot, followed by Steve and Katie. The crowd thinned out by half, and you walked over to talk to Katie and grab a can of beer. He came over as you were about to pull the tab open and he stopped you, holding out his hand.

“Shotgun one with me?” He asked, his cheeks rosy, and his full pink lips inviting.

“Yasssss,” Robin overheard and stood up to get her own can with a hop in her step. “Steve! Shotgun with me!” Robin was definitely feeling the alcohol, and it was a happy sight for Steve because his best friend worked tirelessly every day to take care of him and Oliver and to keep their lives organized. He’d be running around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to raise Oliver and work two jobs if not for her.

You looked around, and then down at Katie, who shrugged her shoulders.

“I’ve never...I don’t know how,” you laughed, hoping he wouldn’t think you were super lame.

Eddie winked, “I’ll teach you, Princess,” and then he held up the beer in his hand and explained how to hold it as he used the metal teeth from one of his keys to punch a small hole in the aluminum, and some of the beer misted his neck.

You watched how Steve shotgunned his, and you hoped it didn’t activate your gag reflex in some embarrassing way.

Standing in the grass behind where Robin and Katie’s chairs were, Eddie kept eye contact with you as he brought the punctured hole in the can to his mouth, lips wrapping around, and then he tilted his head back and flipped the tab so that the liquid went shooting down into his throat. You watched his Adam’s apple jerk up and down as he swallowed, some beer seeping out the corner of his mouth.

He made a refreshing ‘Ahhhhhh’ sound when he was done, and then he took your beer can to puncture it in the same way.

“Ready?” He asked. You weren’t, but you said yes anyway, liking the way his mouth kinda hung open, waiting for your answer.

He took hold of the back of your neck as he brought the can to your mouth, careful not to spill any of it on you. After a preemptive, nervous swallow, your hand replaced his on the can and you closed your eyes tight just as you flipped the tab and it hissed, shooting the cool liquid right over the back of your tongue and into your throat.

Some of it came out of your nose as you bent over to cough, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, snorting at how it tickled in your nostrils. With his hand still clutching the back of your neck, Eddie pulled you close and said, “good girl,” in your ear in a low octave that made your pussy twitch.

Once your coughing spasm was over, you tilted your head up, and suddenly his fingers were cupping under your chin, his thumb swiping from the corner of your mouth over your bottom lip to catch a drop of beer left there.

It hadn’t meant to be a sexual gesture, one that made the blood run to his cock, but it became so in the time it took for his thumb to make it from one side of your mouth to the other, and one of your hands went to rest on his waist.

A few feet away from you, Steve screamed, “bullshit!” and the group broke into laughter at something Robin said.

Stolen from his reverie by the jolt of reality, Eddie lowered his hand from your face and dropped his chin to his chest. “I’m sorry about the other night,” he said, gnawing a few tiny bites on his lower lip. “The whole thing that happened at the art show.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” you told him, sincerely, moving your hand from his waist to crook your finger into one of his front belt loops.

When his eyes lifted to yours, it was from under his lashes and his heart swelled up a bit at the way you were looking at him, like he really hadn’t done anything wrong. He felt like maybe, if you could forgive him for some of the things he’d done, then perhaps he could forgive himself.

“I don’t work for her anymore,” he confessed, crushing his can flat on his leg with a violent crunch, and then taking yours to do the same, before tossing them in a pile with the others. “I quit.”

The joy it made you feel probably widened your eyes a bit, but you tried to contain any visual tells as best you could. “It’s probably for the best.”

Inside, the phone started ringing. Robin had to turn the music down to make sure it wasn’t her mind playing tricks on her. Normally, they’d just let it ring, but with Oliver at Wayne’s, Steve ran inside to pick it up.

“So,” Eddie took a deep breath and took hold of your forearm, working along with finger stokes you might use on a guitar. “Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?”

You were hanging on his every word, but just then Steve leaned out from the screen door. “Eddie! Phone for you.”

Eddie made a face. “Is it Wayne?”

Steve shook his head. “I have no idea who it is, man. She just said it was urgent.”

She.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” Eddie gave your arm one final squeeze. “Don’t disappear on me.”

You watched him go into the house, and then you turned to look at Katie who was taking another shot with Robin and another guest, and you realized that you needed to keep your wits about you because you would be the one driving Katie’s car home, and it had been a while since you’d operated a stick shift.

There was an open window to the kitchen on the side of the house, and you made sure no one was looking before you made your way over there to creep up beneath it and see if you could eavesdrop on what the phone call was about.

“How did you get this number?” Eddie barked into the receiver after he picked it up and found out who it was. The person on the other end said a few things, and then he added. “Don’t ever call here again.”

Robin turned the music up and some of what he was saying was drowned out, but you kept getting bits and piece as you strained with your ear just below the window. “….you need to stop….stop acting like it was more than fucking….go spend time with your husband….”

But then he was in the middle of saying something else when he got cut off abruptly, as if the other person hung up. Eddie slammed the phone onto the cradle of the receiver with a curse and it made you jump. After only a couple seconds, the phone shrilled again, and he picked it up before the first ring could finish.

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU?” he growled through gritted teeth, frustration burning in his chest.

But then, his tone changed, “oh, hey, sorry Bones. I thought you were someone else. What’s up? Yeah, Steve’s here he’s busy….this is Eddie…..how much…..yeah I’ll be there….”

You heard the phone click back onto the receiver again, gentle this time, and you came around to find Robin and her friends belting out the lyrics to Jealousy by Gin Blossoms as it played on the stereo.

“Tomorrow we can drive around this town and let the cops chase us around...

the past is gone, but something might be found to take its place….”

What the fuck happened to this night? Eddie wondered to himself as he stood just inside the kitchen with his back to the door, clenching his fingers into white knuckled fists, trying to calm himself down. He had finally worked up the nerve to ask you on a proper date and every single ghost from his past had to come back to bite him in the ass. First Charlene, who was threatening to show up at his place, and now a favor for the Coffin Kings. Not a favor out of the goodness of his heart, of course, he would be getting paid a decent amount, but still---horrible timing. He snatched his leather jacket off the hook in the alcove near the back door and puffed his cheeks out on a heavy exhale loaded with emotional exhaustion.

“Bones just called,” Eddie told Steve as he jumped down from the porch stairs and started punching his arms into the sleeves of his leather. “They need some last minute extra protection for that run they’re doing tonight, and I told him I would.”

“Shit, I’ll go too,” Steve told him, putting his half empty beer down on his chair. “Are they paying the same as last time?”

Eddie was buttoning his cuff, but his eyes shifted to Robin form under the curtain of his bangs; she was standing behind Steve shaking her head. “It’s just me tonight, man. You stay here with your family.” Also, Steve was clearly inebriated, and these runs with the Coffin Kings always had the potential to be dangerous work. Eddie promised Robin a few months ago that he’d keep him from taking part in them as much as he could. Not only did Eddie need the money, but he needed to blow some steam off.

After the interlude with Steve, Eddie’s eyes roamed until they landed on you, standing there talking to Robin’s ex, Stephanie. You felt the heat-seeking missiles of his warm wood stare and turned your head.

You blinked both of your eyes in a double wink, an endearing, bashful wink, and ….god...he wanted to rush over and pick you up, to feel you wrap your arms and legs around him, to nuzzle his face in your neck and carry you off somewhere.

Eddie flipped his collar as he walked over to where you were, standing half in the darkness of the driveway and half in the glow of the tiki torches around the lawn.

“Walk with me?” He asked, and then he stretched his fingers down, crawling across your palm to intertwine them with yours, watching your face the whole time to make sure it was okay.

He had long strides, so you had to trot down the pavement after him on the balls of your feet, clinging to his arm as you went. You could hear the party continue on behind you as you sucked the crisp air into your lungs and took in the leather and Old Spice and tobacco vanilla of Eddie’s scent. You felt so safe with him, the safest you’d felt in a long time.

Nothing could worry you except all of his little secrets, and wherever he was sneaking off to this late at night.

He let go of your hand so he could swing his leg over and mount his bike, and then he pulled his helmet from the handlebars, his eyes never leaving you. “I’m sorry to bail like this,” he shifted on his feet so that that the huge black bike with the airbrushed bats on the gas tank rocked the other way, enabling him to boot the heavy kick stand out of the way. “I’ll have to make it up to you one of these days.”

“I’d like that,” you said, watching him strap his matte black, bare bones helmet on. You didn’t know what he was about to go do but something compelled you to say, “be careful,” just as he revved the chopper to life, spitting out its fierce grumble like a mechanical dragon.

He thought about kissing you. If something happened to him on this run and he met his fate living on the knifes edge, he didn’t want to go with any regrets. But he lost his nerve and the moment slipped away, and then he was twisting his fists on the handlebars and backing the bike up into the shadows of the unlit street.

He lifted his fingers to you in one last wave as he went, sailing into the darkness, and eventually becoming it.

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Part 5

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imyourbratzdoll · 10 months

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𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - mark hasn't been having the best week and decides to take up a lead his boss gave him, only to wonder if he made the right choice.

warning - smut, oral sex, gloryhole, slight angst.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Mark sighed as he parked outside the building, he wasn’t having the best of weeks. Ever since they caught the copycat killer, he thought he had finally found some sort of happiness with Sidney but that all went down the drain when she dumped him out of the blue. Work had been keeping him away and he wasn’t seeing her as much, they both had planned on starting a family, but obviously that didn’t work out.

He shakes his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts as he looks toward the bright building. His boss sent him here, telling him to investigate as there’s been word on some illegal things happening. Grabbing his badge, he exits the car and begins to make his way over. It felt like the sign was pulling him toward it even more, something inside him calling for something other than work.

Mark enters the building and slowly walks up to the woman at the counter, her eyes watch him as she awaits his instructions. Mark clears his throat, looking around the room before settling on her. Before he can speak, she smiles and leans forward. “First time?” He nods, “I’d suggest the door on the left down the hall. But you gotta pay first.” Her hand goes out, awaiting payment.

Mark slowly puts some cash in her hand and walks in the direction she suggested. As he enters the room, he thinks. What the hell has he gotten himself into. He slowly makes his way around the room, knowing all he needs to do is head out and report back to his boss, but he stops at your hole. It feels like something is calling out to him, controlling him as he moves closer and reaches down to his tight slacks. “Fuck! What am I doing? I shouldn’t be doing this!” He whispers, feeling tingles shoot through his body as he palms himself.

“Why shouldn’t you be doing this?” You lean forward, enough to peak through the hole and eye his bulge and hands. “Don’t you wanna feel good? Wouldn’t it be nice to treat yourself? Especially seeing as you’ve already paid.” You watch him grip himself a bit harder, knowing your words are getting to him when he finally unzips them and pulls out his throbbing cock. “That’s a good boy. Now let me have a taste.”

Mark groans as he directs his cock through the hole, your tongue immediately making contact with his thick tip. “Jesus…” He rests his hands on the wall, his head following as you slowly suck him deeper into your mouth, your tongue swirls around him. You begin to bob your head, your eyes closing as his tip hits the back of your throat and you moan, causing his head to fly back as it vibrates around his cock, pleasure shooting all the way up his spine and into his head. “Shit! Shit!” His hips jerk and he moans, his eyes screw shut as his balls tighten and cum spurts out of his mushroom tip. “Fuck… That’s embarressing…” He mutters, resting his forehead back against the wall.

You continue to suck his softening cock, licking up all of his cum before you slowly pull back and give his tip a soft kiss, licking your lips, you speak. “Don’t be embarrassed, honey. It looks like you really needed that release.” You giggle, watching through the hole as he tucks himself back into his slacks. “Will I be seeing you again?”

Mark shakes his head and clears his throat. “I uh don’t know…” You watch with a pout as he turns and leaves without a goodbye. Mark flies out of there and quickly gets into his car before he lets out a breath. “What the fuck did I just do?!” His hands grip his hair, shivering as he remembers your lips wrapped around his cock. His head turns and he stares at the building, maybe it wouldn’t be so wrong for him to tell his boss there is nothing there. Maybe it wouldn’t be so wrong to go back and see you again.

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short-honey-badger · 1 year

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Stuck Between the Gator and the Flamingo

*PREVIOUSLY WARLORDS' ASSISTANT*

Wanted to try my hand at some Crocodile x Reader x Doflamingo. Hope you enjoy it! This is also the fic I've got posted on AO3, but I wanted to share Chapter 1 here since it can be read as a stand-alone. Any comments are welcome! Thanks!

BTW! If anyone is interested in being a beta, let me know! I can always use the help.

Warnings! NSFW, size difference, phone sex.

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Being the personal assistant to one warlord had been tough for sure, but apparently you've done a good enough job that you were picked to be the assistant to a second warlord. So now, you split your weeks between Sir Crocodile and Donquixote Doflamingo. This week you were with Crocodile, the easier of the two warlords to deal with. Doflamingo was more of a spoilt child than a man. You'd found that out the hard way. Speaking of the man child, the blond would not stop calling your personal den den mushi, and you could tell that the constant ringing was getting on Crocodile's last nerve.

"What is so damn important that the 'Mingo has to call you on my week?" Crocodile snarled and suddenly reached over and grabbed the snail from your limp hands. His sharp teeth almost split his usual cigar.

You watch in shock as the warlord answers the snail call, "Why are you calling her when you know this is my week?" He growled into the receiver. Smoke curled from his mouth as you watched it curl in the low light of his office.

"Fu Fu Fu, Croco you sound jealous. Do you not like it when I bother our pretty assistant?" Doflamingo crooned over the speaker, and you watched Crocodile's face contort in rage. "I'm sure she'd much rather be here in paradise than in your dreary, dusty, desert anyway."

At that moment, you think that Crocodile might break your den den mushi, but the man's expression changed from rage to one of calculation. His golden eyes flick back and forth between you and the speaker before a grin begins to curl along his lips. Crocodile takes the cigar from his mouth and stubs it out, and you feel your stomach drop. This wasn't good.

You let out a startled yelp when the man suddenly snatches his ringed hand out and catches your wrist. He pulls you into his lap and wraps his other arm around your waist, keeping you there easily.

"How about we ask her?" The warlord rumbles and sat the receiver down. His hook slipped under your chin, forcing you to gaze up at Crocodile. "Tell us, who would you prefer to stay with, Darling?" He cooed to you, grin matching his namesake.

You blush from the roots of your hair to the tips of your toes. This was not how you'd imagined your evening to be going. Sure, both men have been open about their attraction to you, but neither has done anything about it. Until now, apparently.

"I uh. I don't think I should be choosing like this." You say and squirm in Crocodile's lap. You should get off. This isn't appropriate, but the big man just pulls you closer to his chest and tightens his arm. "I'm not worth the two of you arguing anyway."

You are close enough to the den den mushi to see its facial expression, and it doesn't look happy. The arm around your waist clinches hard enough to make you gasp, eyes going wide, and you tense when Doflamingo speaks.

"Don't say things like that, Angel." He says, and you shiver at the dark tone of voice. To your surprise, Crocodile agrees with the bird.

"You are one of the few things Birdbrain and I agree on. Do not speak ill of yourself. You are more than deserving of both of our attention." Crocodile rasps, and you can tell it is an order and not a suggestion.

"Y-yes, Sirs." You say loud enough that Doflamingo can hear. Your face is bright red, and you fight not to squirm anymore in Crocodile's lap.

"Fu fu fu." Doflamingo laughs over the speaker and you can hear him adjust. When he speaks next, his voice is much closer to the speaker, and you can hear the heat and lust that drips from his tone. "Good girl. But maybe she should be warned of her punishment if she doesn't listen to us again, eh, Crocoman."

Crocodile laughs and brings up his hand to thread through your hair, tilting your head back again so he can peer into your glossy eyes.

"Kuhaha ha ha. I think you are onto something, 'Mingo." He rumbles. You gasp when his hook snags your shirt. It tears like butter, sending buttons flying and the remains falling from your shoulders. The sharp point catches your bra as well, sending it flying and leaving your breasts bare to the cool air of Crocodile's office. "Let's give our assistant a preview."

You burn in embarrassment, cheeks flaming and you raise your arms to cover your breasts. You don't know what is going on, why the men suddenly decided today would be the day they would have you. Even if one of them was thousands of miles away.

"How does she look, Crocodile?" Doflamingo demands. Gods. His voice had dropped to a husky whisper full of sin and it sent shivers up and down your spine.

"Delightful." Crocodile says and you flinch when he suddenly pushes your arms down and away to expose you again. Crocodile eyes you like a man starved and you find yourself folding into yourself. You've never received such attention from men like Crocodile or Doflamingo before. It makes you nervous.

"You should see her, 'Mingo." Crocodile continues and without prompt reaches out and pinches your right nipple, causing a sequel to leave your lips. "Perfect tits, flushed and beautiful." He applies just enough pressure to have you gritting your teeth, heat pooling in your gut and your eyes clinching shut. You couldn't watch this.

You hear your other boss groan over the den den mushi, "Do that again. I want to hear our little assistant come undone." He hisses slowly.

Crocodile does so, thick fingers pinching your nipple harshly and enjoying the way you hiss at the motion. He massages the sensitive bud and pulls you closer so that he can place soft kisses on the side of your neck. You can't help the moan that escapes you, skin shivering and hips jerking in the warlord's hold. "St-stop," you whine, hands coming up to curl around Crocodile's wrist in a poor attempt to stop the man.

The men laugh at your pitiful sounds and Crocodile redoubled his efforts by moving on to your other nipple. You keen when he suddenly bites down, eyes flying open to watch the dark-haired man palm your breast. Tears come to your eyes when he pulls away to kiss his bite mark and you can feel his smug grin against your neck.

"Does that feel good, Angel? Having that big hand touch you? Doflamingo purrs over the den den mushi. In his palace on Dressrosa, he sits at his own rarely used desk, pants unbuttoned and cock already hard and leaking. He'd been thinking about you all day and could picture you half naked in his Croco's grip.

You blush even more at his words and bite your lip. It feels fantastic, but you weren't about to admit that. Especially not to two men who have such big egos already. Instead, you shake your head no.

"Kuhaha ha ha." Crocodile grins down at you and shakes his head as if he is disappointed. "Now, now. Don't be like that, Pet. Use your words, tell us how you feel." He crooned and niped your ear.

You shake your head again. "N-no! I don't want this. Any of this!" You deny hotly though your body easily betrays you whenever Crocodile lays his hands on your delicate skin. You ache for these men, thighs shaking and core begging to be filled.

"Fu fu fu. Hear that? I think she is lying to us." The Bird accuses and you feel your blood run cold at the dark tone of his voice. That was never a good thing to hear with Doflamingo.

"I'm not lying, Doffy." You whine lowly and know that you've only dug your grave further when both of them laugh at you again. Clearly, neither of them believe you, and you can't blame them.

Suddenly, you are shifted back and in a swift movement, Crocodile tucks his thighs between your own and shoves your legs open. Your skirt rucks up against your waist, exposing your underwear. You are completely vulnerable in this position and it makes fear and excitement mix inside you.

"Mhm. I think she is 'Mingo." Crocodile rasps and his hand finds your clothed sex. He swipes over the black fabric and your yelp, bucking your hips at the unexpected gesture. You hear your boss inhale deeply and feel his grin. "She wouldn't smell this good, otherwise."

"Crocodile!" You hiss, embarrassed beyond belief that the man would say such a vulgar thing. You grunt when his hook slips under the band of your underwear and the elastic slips, snapping back against your sensitive skin.

"My name next, Angel." Doflamingo crooned and you flush hotly. Everything feels overwhelming and over sensitive. It makes tears come to your ears and you suddenly wish that the other man wasn't thousands of miles away.

Crocodile snakes a hand down your front, rough fingers sending shivers down your back. He finds your clothed sex and strokes the fabric, grinning when he notices the damp spot. He presses down and rubs, humming and bucking his own hips up when you gasp at the sudden pleasure. "Come on, Pet." He says and swipes his fingers again, the friction almost too much against your clothed clit. "Say his name, and I'll give you everything you want."

His thumb presses hard against your clit, turning in a slow, maddening half-circle that has you bowing forward and crying out. Your eyes open again and you watch the hand between your legs with intensity. Crocodile does it again and your mouth drops open in a keen, hips bucking and seeking that wonderful pleasure.

"Say it." Crocodile demands of you and his deep, commanding voice finally has you surrendering.

"Doffy!" You cry, eyes clinching shut as you sag back against Crocodile. His pace increases, rubbing your swelling clit harshly as you wiggle in his lap. The sight is lovely and he presses up into you, enjoying the way you rub yourself against his clothed cock.

"Oh, Angel." Doflamingo praises over the receiver and you flush crimson at the reminder of your actions. What have you done? "Say it again for me. Crocodile, reward her for being a good girl."

"Kuah ha ha." Crocodile's deep chuckle has your thigh twitching. He glances down, golden eyes watching you intently. His hook finds the elastic of your panties and he watches as shock flies over your face when he rips them from your body. Your mouth drops open in a gasp and you scramble to cover yourself from his gaze. However, his hand dives back between your legs before you can shut them, and easily pries your thighs open.

"St-stop! I can't!" You cry out and the men just laugh at you again. Crocodile keeps your thighs spread with his hook and uses his free hand to grab your jaw. He tilts your head back and up, angling so that he can peer into your eyes.

"Stop lying to us." He snarles and his eyes narrow into angry slits. Fear floods you, but your arousal skyrockets at the same time, leaving you in a muddled, confused mess in the pirates' hold. "You will take everything we give you."

With those words, Crocodile jerks your legs open, exposing your core to the cool air of the office and shoves one thick finger into your leaking cunt. You hiss at the sudden stretch, eyes flying open to watch him pump his finger in and out of you, ear burning at the loud squelching sound that echoes in the office.

Just as you felt like you were about to tip over the edge, Crocodile took his hand away and brought it up to his face. He examined your slick in the low light before sticking his finger into his mouth and licking it clean with a happy groan. "Wait until you can taste her, 'Mingo. Just like honey." The devil fruit user rumbled in delight.

You whimper and whine, sounding more like a bitch in heat than a human sitting on her boss's lap. You glance down to see that your thighs are red and scratched, mostly likely from the golden hook that still sits between your legs.

"Does it hurt, Angel?" Doflamingo croons over the speaker and you pick up the sound of skin on skin contact. The blonde was stroking himself to the sound of Crocodile playing with you, and the image that popped up in your mind had you groaning in delight. You found yourself nodding furiously, head thrown back to rest against Crocodile's chest.

"D-Doffy, Crocodile, please!" You keen and gasp when the dark-haired man picks up his pace. His thumb meets your clit again and the warlord smiles at how wet you are just from what little attention he has given you.

"That's it, Pet." He praises and watches in rapt attention when you shut your eyes and buck into his hand.

Thousands of miles away, Doflamingo can picture his two lovers in his mind, the way Crocodile has you in his lap and all splayed out, ready to be devoured. He'd give anything to be able to kneel between your legs right now and drink straight from your source.

"Give her another, Crocodile. I know she can take them." Doflamingo orders over the den den mushi. Crocodile doesn't disappoint and you gasp when another thick digit is added to your tight heat. Tears spring up at the stretch and your hips stutter as you come close again. You sob when that feeling falls away, leaving you pent up and wanting more.

Doflamingo hears your groan and he picks up his pace, long fingered hand flying up and down his cock as he thinks about you. He whines, wrist twisting at teasing the head of his cock as he pictures you and Crocodile.

Crocodile huff, golden eyes rolling as he listened to Doflamingo stroke his cock over the phone. The blonde is insatiable. However, he wasn't Crocodile's priority right now. You were, and he needed to give you a reminder that you belonged to them. His dick ached in his own pants, but he ignored it for now. He pumps his fingers faster, enjoying the sounds that your slick cunt makes as you leak around his fingers.

The blonde couldn't wait to be the one to pull those gorgeous sounds from you. He could hear the heavy breathing of his fellow warlord and they mixed wonderfully with your high-pitched whines.

"Fu fu fu, That's it Crocodile," Doffy purred. His other hand snaked down to squeeze his heavy balls, pulling a gruttle moan from the blonde, "Make her scream. I want to hear everything."

Without warning, Crocodile shifts and adds a third thick finger to your weeping hole. You do scream this time, the stretch a mix of pain and pleasure causing you to bow over. His thumb comes back to your clit, rubbing harshly, until finally, finally, Crocodile allows you to come.

"Ah-ahh ah." You stutter out, eyes clenched shut and mouth dropping open as you are overwhelmed. Your hips grind into his hand between your legs. Your boss doesn't stop or pull away until your hips stop twitching. Crocodile pulls his fingers from your slick cunt and then slurps them into his mouth to clean them. He grunts at your taste.

"Hear that 'Mingo?" Crocodile grunts and Doflamingo can see the shit eating grin even thousands of miles away. "I think we can both say she prefers to be with me." He gloated. You peek up at the man and see that he looks incredibly proud of himself.

Doflamingo whines over the phone. He is so, so close! "C-come on, Croco." His hips stutter and he throws his head back. Over the phone, he picks up the sound of Crocodile finding their assistants wet heat again. The Bird hears you whine and cry, breath heaving for release, and he spills over his tight fist.

"What good pets." Crocodile praises and Doflamingo bites his lip to keep from keening at the praise. Crocodile was proud of both of his lovers and it showed in the tone of his voice and the small smile on his face.

You are exhausted. Your body and mind are nothing but putty. Crocodile easily lifts your body and wraps his fur coat around your body. You whine when the movement causes the apex of your thighs to ache and Doflamingo shushes you gently over the phone.

"Let him take care of you, Angel." He murmurs, tone full of satisfaction, "I'll be there as soon as I can." Like hell would he wait to see you and Crocodile after this.

Crocodile hums, holding his assistant turned lover close to his chest. He glances down and sees that you've already fallen asleep and a small smile graces his face.

"Hurry up, 'Mingo." He rumbles, and his golden eyes slip closed, "We are waiting for you."

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hugmekenobi · 1 year

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S2: The Bad Batch (11)

Chapter Eleven: Metamorphosis

Gif by @dreamswithghosts

Hunter x femaleJedi!reader

Series Summary: Some time has passed since everything that happened at Kamino and you and the Batch are trying to figure out your place in the rapidly changing Imperial galaxy. And you're having to do all this whilst figuring out where your relationship with Hunter fits into it.

Chapter Summary: A final mission from Cid sees you encountering something that you never would've expected.

Masterlist for S1

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Genre: Friends (idiots) to Lovers (we're in the lovers stage now)

Chapter Warnings: Canon-typical violence, very light angst and feelings/protectiveness, Hemlock making an appearance

Word Count: 3.6K

Author's notes: Very much just sticking to the episode, with a couple little extra scene details but it'll be a more chill read for sure! Hope you still enjoy! Excited to begin work on Ch12 and please do let me know on this post if there is a preference cause sometimes I need a little creative help lol

With you all having caught up on some sleep, it was time to get in touch with Cid and her reaction came as no surprise to any of you.

“Not sure what’s got you all twisted up in knots.”

“We were stranded on that planet, Cid. We needed you, and you left us.” Omega said hotly.

“You’re fine now, aren’t you? And you got your ship back.”

“Yeah, with no help from you.” Wrecker complained.

“Do you wanna mope or make money? Because I got a tip on a downed ship, which means cargo ripe for the taking. I’ll even give you 30% of the cut.”

You scoffed at the way she acted like she was giving you all a gift.

“That is our standard percentage.” Tech pointed out.

“All right. This one time, let’s say 35%.”

Wrecker thought that sounded okay but one glance at the rest of you told you that a better offer was expected.

“Okay, 40.” Cid said but again was met with hard stares. “Fine, 50% as a token of my goodwill, that you seem to have forgotten.” She added pointedly.

“Goodwill?” You repeated with a roll of your eyes.

Cid didn’t pay that any attention. “I’m sending you the intel now. Don’t come back unless you scavenge something valuable.”

“What makes you think we’d come back at all?” Hunter countered.

“Don’t test me, Bandana. Just get it done.” Cid snapped before she signed off.

Tech examined the intel on the datapad, “Severing ties with Cid could be problematic, considering what she knows about us. Perhaps we choose a diplomatic solution and complete this one last mission for her.” He suggested.

Hunter sat down and took the datapad from his brother. “Cid only sent coordinates. No ship transponder code or indication of what caused it to crash.”

“Limited intel. There’s a surprise.” You muttered as you stood beside Hunter’s seat.

“How hard could scavenging cargo be?” Omega offered.

“Omega, don’t ever lose that optimism.” You said affectionately before you heard a heavy breath leave Hunter’s lips and there it was again, that exhausted sigh. You placed a supportive hand on his shoulder.

Omega gasped from her room as the ship left hyperspace and entered the atmosphere, “There’s a village here.

“That would explain how the wreckage was reported so quickly.” Tech said in reply from his seat in front of the hall control panel. “The crashed vessel appears mostly intact. The cargo aboard should be in fair enough condition to transport.”

The ship landed and fully kitted up, you all left the ship, and searched for the vessel.

It didn’t take long to find.

“What kinda ship is this?” Wrecker asked as he studied the wreckage.

“Don’t know. No hull markings.” Hunter responded.

You shone your torch across it. Whatever had caused this ship to crash, it had made it crash hard. There were no signs of life and there was debris scattered all around the main crash site.

“Based on the severity of the impact and the lack of communication signals, the crew aboard most likely perished.” Tech said as he stared at his datapad.

Omega had climbed up to access the door. “We don’t know for sure. They could be trapped inside. Come on.”

“All this time with us, how has she kept this up?” You pondered as you made to follow her up.

“Couldn’t tell you.” Hunter agreed, a smile in his voice. He knew the rest of you had been hardened by war and had seen the very worst of people and it had left its mark. You all could find that hope when you really needed to, you wouldn’t have made it this far otherwise, but it didn’t come as easily as it used to, and he worried that that would start to show in Omega, but he was yet to see that. If she could keep that type of outlook and strength within her, then they’d have done something right.

The door whirred open, and Hunter and Omega shone their lights into the dark corridor, but it seemed to be clear.

Hunter led the way in.

The more you walked through the ship, the more uncomfortable you got. It was eerily silent and empty, yet you felt like you were just waiting for something to jump out from any number of the dark corners, leaving you with the sensation that you were intruding.

“Where is everyone?” Omega breathed.

Wrecker’s foot nudged something on the ground. “Oh, check it out.” He gasped eagerly as he picked it up. “High-volt electrostaff.”

You barely registered what he said, you were too busy examining the markings on the wall.

Tech followed your trail of light with his own. “Something unfortunate happened here.”

“Whatever did this wasn’t human.” You added.

“I will get the power restored and check data logs on the bridge.” Tech said.

“By yourself?” Omega whispered nervously.

“Yeah, I don’t know about that one, Tech.” You agreed.

“Your concern is not warranted. I will be fine.” Tech said dismissively.

“Famous last words of anyone whose wandered off into a creepy, dark space.” You muttered but your concern was obvious.

Tech simply shrugged. “I will rejoin you all momentarily.”

With a sigh, you split up and the four of you continued your exploration whilst Tech went to the bridge.

What the rest of you next discovered as you carried on exploring the ship was not what you were expecting. Your torch light shone on what appeared to be some sort of tank and you immediately noticed the abrupt change of temperature.

“Why is it so cold in here?” Wrecker asked.

“It’s some kind of lab.” Hunter deduced as he led the way around the room.

“This medical equipment is Kaminoan.” Omega said, her breath coming out as smoke.

“Huh. So, what’s it doing here?” Wrecker asked.

Omega looked down at a broken piece of equipment. “It’s their cloning technology but this configuration is different than anything I saw in Tipoca City.”

Hunter clicked his comm. “Tech, find anything on the bridge?”

“Not yet. Still rerouting the reserve power. Stand by. The grid should be restored momentarily.” Tech was then distracted by a loud clatter. He followed the sound to what he thought was the source which was a broken droid that was repeatedly saying ‘danger.’ “What happened? What attacked this ship?” He asked it but it simply stuttered ‘danger’ again powered down. It was then he heard the sound of something clanking above him again and he knew he needed to find his way back to the rest of you.

Wrecker examined and touched a gloopy like substance next to a section of scratched on the walls. He grunted in disgust. “These are reinforced walls. What were they keeping in here?”

There was a faint creaking sound echoing throughout the room and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. “I don’t know, but it’s still on board.”

The sound of water dripping and something chittering about you all started to grow louder and it was then you caught sight of a creature you’d never seen before hanging upside down from the ceiling, saliva dripping form it’s jaws but there was also an electric spark coming from its mouth which reminded you of something, but you couldn’t remember what.

“Hunter, what is that?” Omega whispered.

“Back away slowly.” Hunter ordered quietly. He kept a protective arm out in front of Omega as he did so.

You all did as he said but suddenly a pipe burst and you all instinctively turned to look at it but when your attention went back to where the creature had been, you were horrified to see that it had jumped down from the ceiling and was now stalking towards you all.

You made to step out, but Hunter’s hand caught your wrist.

“You’re not going to try and connect with this.”

“Hunter-”

“This isn’t something that’s up for debate. It’s an order. You’re not going near it.” He said firmly as he pulled out his blaster.

“Hunter, this isn’t going to help.” You hissed as you reluctantly did as he said and drew your blaster.

“This thing destroyed this ship. I’m not taking any chances here.”

Wrecker attempted to stab it with the electrostaff but the creature simply snatched and swallowed it.

You, Hunter, and Wrecker let out a series of shots as the creature screeched and made to lunge for you. There wasn’t a fatal hit but luckily your actions seemed to be off putting enough as it retreated back up to the ceiling.

The four of you stayed on guard but it was then that the power came back on so at least that made seeing this thing an easier task.

Any relief at having actual light was short lived for a rattle behind you saw you all turn to see the animal again only this time it didn’t hesitate to charge at you all.

You- thanks to your Force abilities- were able to dive over it and Hunter reacted quickly enough to grab Omega and jump out of the way. Wrecker unfortunately got knocked to the side.

The four of you sent a round of blaster fire down the corridor after the creature but it was too fast and too slinky for any shot to find a weak point and it turned around the corridor out of sight.

“Tech, we’ve got a problem. Get off the ship. Now!” Hunter urged into his comm.

Tech was already running as he replied, “I suspect this is some type of research vessel.”

“We know!” You said as the four of you ran through the corridors whilst keeping an eye out for any sign of the creature.

“And whatever they were researching just got loose.” Omega added.

“And it’s headed your way.” Hunter informed him.

You all rounded the corner to be met with an incredibly bizarre sight: the creature appeared to be feeding off the electricity coming from one of the power outlets on the ship and the creature itself seemed to be using it as a way to… grow?

“Does that thing look different to you?” Wrecker asked nervously.

It did but again, something about this animal was striking some degree of familiarity in you and you were infuriated that you couldn’t think of how or why that was the case.

Tech had appeared on the opposite side of the corridor, but he came to an abrupt halt as he witnessed what this animal was doing. He was not deterred by the fact that now its attention was on him, in fact he liked that it gave him a brief moment to study it. “Fascinating.” He murmured to himself as he watched the electrical energy be absorbed by the animal.

The four of you weren’t prepared to let the creature get closer to him. You opened fire once more to distract it.

“Take cover.” Tech ordered you all as he pointed his blaster to one of the power outlets.

Wrecker picked up Omega and turned to shield her body with his own whilst Hunter did the same with you, minus the picking up part.

Tech fired the shot.

The explosion created a hole in the ship which gave the creature the chance to slip away.

You all followed it out but lost sight of it in the woods.

Tech lowered his visor and saw the fading heat signature of the animal. “The creature appears to be headed in the direction of the village.”

“We’re the ones who let it out. We have to neutralize it before it hurts anyone.” Hunter said.

“How? Our blasters our useless on it.” Wrecker countered.

“Given the fact that the crew was most likely eaten by the creature, I doubt it is currently hungry-” Tech said nonchalantly.

“It ate the crew?” Omega interrupted, backing into you with fear.

You laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. “How is that helping, Tech?” You scolded.

“It ate the crew.” Omega repeated breathlessly.

“Just stop.” You advised as you saw Tech getting ready to say something else.

“Access the lab files and find out what species we’re dealing with and how to stop it.” Hunter directed Tech.

“Mmm, I can help.” Omega offered, finding her courage again. “I know my way around Kaminoan tech.”

“Go.” Hunter said. “You two, with me.” Hunter ordered you and Wrecker and the three of you set off for the ship.

“Hunter, if we can’t take care of this thing before it hurts anyone, you need to let me at least try my way.” You said as you got into the co-pilot’s seat whilst he got the ship in the air.

“I know.” Hunter agreed. He regretted not letting you do it earlier, he’d let emotion be the ruling judgement in the heat of the moment. Balancing both his professional and personal relationship with you was something he was still finessing.

“See anything?” Wrecker called from the gun turret as he scanned the woods below.

You looked at the scopes. “Zero, two, five.”

Wrecker saw it then. It was moving fast. His shots couldn’t make a hit and it disappeared from view.

“Did you get it?” Hunter asked.

“No.” Wrecker grunted.

Tech had managed to infiltrate the lab’s files. “Look at this.” He said to Omega as he examined the information on his datapad. “These appear to be designs using the creature’s genetic material for modified armour plating. That must be why it was unaffected by our blaster fire.”

“Then how do we stop it?” Omega asked.

“Uncertain.” Tech unplugged and moved on to the next panel. “However, this confirms that the species feeds on energy, which propels its rapid growth.”

“You mean it’ll get even bigger?!”

Tech’s eyes widened as he stared at the information on the screen. “Yes. Much bigger.”

Your jaw dropped as you watched out the window as the ship past over the woods. The creature had reached a power plant and had drastically transformed and then it hit you. “Hey, I recognise it now!” You hadn’t been there the day Coruscant was attacked but you had seen the holonet reports and the images were pretty memorable.

“You recognise it?” Hunter repeated, stunned.

“I wasn’t there and I’m blanking on what it’s called but it attacked Coruscant a few years ago.” It was then that Tech’s voice came through the comms and confirmed what you were saying.

“Hunter, the creature is the same species that attacked Coruscant during the war. You must not let it get near the power grid or it will increase exponentially in size.”

Yeah, you were pretty clued into that now. “We were a bit late on that one, Tech.” You responded as the creature spotted your ship and let out a roar.

Hunter took evasive action but not before the creature’s tail collided with the side of the ship.

“Still want me to drop you off?” Hunter glanced at you as he righted the ship.

You grimaced. “Uh maybe not right now.” The animal was too aggressive now, too scared and felt to threatened. There would be no room for you to work your way into forming any kind of bond with it. If it really came down to it, you would go but it didn’t need to happen right away yet.

Hunter was quietly relieved although he knew that if things got too out of hand, you would be the only option they had left.

The best strategy you guys had come up with to protect the village was being the source of distraction. Wrecker continuously opened fire on it but it was having no effect.

“Stop it before it gets any larger.” Hunter said to Wrecker.

“I’m trying!” Wrecker shouted back.

You took a deep breath. “Hunter, you gotta put me in there.” It was the only other option you had.

Hunter’s jaw clenched but he nodded.

You moved towards the door but just as Hunter got the ship in position, the alarms went off. “We’ve got ships on our tail.” He swerved the ship out the way as they opened fire.

You stumbled backwards. “Where’d they come from?” You said as you righted yourself and Gonky before you went back to the cockpit. There was no chance of you getting down to the animal now.

“Hold on.” Hunter signalled as he kicked the ship into high gear.

“Tech, Omega, you’ve got Imperial inbound. Get out of there.” You said urgently into you comm.

Omega picked up her comm as she heard your voice. “On our way.” She replied before she looked to Tech who showed no signs of hustle as he stared at his datapad. “Tech, let’s go.”

“Not yet. I am not finished transferring all of the data.”

An explosion sounded outside, and the ship shook with the impact of it and the power went out.

“Come on.” Omega implored before she started to run.

Tech followed her but their way off the ship was tricky as it was starting to fall apart. The explosions continued to surround them. They managed to vacate it but not before a series of ships passed overhead and fired down at the wreckage.

Tech grabbed Omega and took cover from the resulting large explosion behind a larger piece of debris as the ship got completely destroyed.

You were too busy avoiding the other Imperial ships to see what exactly had been done to the creature, all you caught sight of was the power plant exploding. “They’re not killing it. They’re taking it.” You murmured as you saw the now unconscious creature being taken up into another Imperial ship. What could the Empire possibly want with something like that?

“Let’s not be next.” Hunter said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Hunter, they’re going to take that village.” You said quietly, unhappily, as you caught sight of some ships taking up position in front of the houses, but you knew that there was nothing you could do. You were outnumbered and Tech and Omega needed you guys to get them out.

“We can’t help them.” Hunter said regretfully. He wished they could, but they’d be no good to anyone if they were dead and if they didn’t get out of here soon, that’s how they would wind up and Tech and Omega needed out of there too.

Tech and Omega paused for breath and Tech tapped into his comm. “Hunter, we’re clear of the vessel and heading to the landing zone.”

“Copy that.” Hunter acknowledged and he got the ship in position. He didn’t let it land though, there were too many ships on their tail to do that. The best he could do was slow it down and open the main doors.

Tech leaped onto the stairs and grabbed Omega’s hand as she jumped up after him to get her secure. The two of them made their way into the ship and sat, with Tech making sure Omega’s safety support was down first before he did his own.

Hunter got the ship out of there and sent it into hyperspace.

“The crashed vessel was part of the Imperial cloning operation.” Tech informed the rest of you as he sat in front of one of the control panels in the ship corridor.

“The Empire cloned the Zillo Beast?” You echoed as you stood behind Tech’s chair and studied the information on the screen.

“Yes and no.” Tech responded. “The directive came straight from the Supreme Chancellor before he became Emperor.”

“What’s he want with it?” Wrecker asked.

“The creature’s genetic material has the potential to be weaponized in the hands of the right scientist.”

“Where were they taking the creature?” Hunter asked his brother.

“Unknown. The ship did not have a destination logged. Hunter, there is far more to this than we realised. From what I have gathered, I suspect the Empire did not destroy the cities on Kamino to end cloning.”

“They wanted to control it.” You said softly but there was a hint of anger in your voice.

“Indeed.” Tech said in agreement.

Hunter set off towards the cockpit but paused hallway and turned back to face Tech. “Send the data to Echo and Rex. See what they can find out.”

Daro

“Doctor. The creature has been recovered and is now safely secured below.”

“Good. And our other guest?”

“The shuttle is arriving now.”

The doctor set off towards the landing platform with a squad of troopers. “Did any of the villagers see the Zillo?” He asked the leader.

“Several. The locals have been detained and will be dealt with. However, one vessel escaped our assault. It was a military class shuttle.”

“Find out who it was.”

“Yes sir.”

The doctor watched on ahead as the shuttle landed. “Hello, Prime Minister.” He greeted the Kaminoan as he came off the ship. “Apologies. Former Prime Minister.”

“Why have I been brought here?”

“The cooperation of you chief scientist has not been forthcoming. Nale Se’s defiance is problematic.”

“It must be frustrating to have your resources but lack the expertise to achieve your goal. And if you fail to convince her, it won’t be long before you are in a cell like me.”

The doctor was not intimidated. “I fear you misunderstand your situation here. If you know of a way to persuade the scientist, now would be the time to mention it.”

“Indeed. In exchange for my freedom.”

“I’m listening.”

“There is a particular clone you must locate. A young girl. She is the key to controlling Nala Se.”

“How very interesting.” The doctor invited him to follow him inside. “It seems we have much to discuss.”

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That Summer || Part Six [Bradley Bradshaw x Reader]

A Bradley Bradshaw AU

Synopsis: One night during the summer you turned eighteen, you woke up to a surprise. Your father, a retired Navy Admiral, had posted bail for the son of a former colleague who was now orphaned and had gotten himself mixed up with the law. Instead of letting him get lost in the judicial system, your father signed himself up as Bradley Bradshaw’s guardian to prevent him from going to juvie. You were explicitly told to stay away from the boy in the attic room. But as the summer went on, you and Bradley struck up an unlikely friendship that turned into a forbidden relationship. Bradley tipped your world upside down, challenging everything you had once thought you knew. How could the two of you think it would end any differently than it did when your father called the cops the night he found the two of you in bed together?

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, angst, deceased parents

Chapter summary: Y/N convinces her dad to let Bradley be her date to the debutante ball — with the caveat that her mother approves also; Louise the maid spots Y/N and Bradley in a suggestive position; Bradley reveals he's known about Y/N longer than she realizes

Wordcount: 1.8K

Series masterlist here; Part Five here

Bradley had heard about you growing up. His parents and your parents had been close when Goose was still alive. His mother had rattled on about you as a baby for years, saying how good you were, how quiet, how small and adorable. She had joked that you were destined to be Bradley’s future wife, that she and your mother had even once thrown a fake wedding when the two of you were only infants.

It was years before Bradley heard the truth. That his mother and your father had dated before his parents were married. That they had kept it a secret and when your mother found out she stopped speaking to the Bradshaws. That something else had happened, but Carole wouldn’t divulge. That she and your father kept in contact, in secret, until she died.

Bradley knew about you his entire life. You hadn’t heard about him until he was standing on your doorstep, with nowhere to go and no one in his corner. You hadn’t known that the man your mother had once wanted you to marry was the same one who slept in the tower room night after night, only a few hundred feet away.

You had no idea the history that your two families held.

Or how bitter the rivalry was. And it had only just begun.

***

“Pumpkin.” Your dad’s voice floated out of his study and you turned with a smile. “How about you and I get dinner tonight, just us?”

You frowned. “What about mom and Bradley?”

“Your mother has a Junior League function tonight,” he said. “And I’ve already asked Louise to cook something up for Bradley in our absence.”

“OK,” you said, unsure. “What should I wear?”

“Let’s do The Steakhouse,” he said. “Leave here at seven.”

You nodded, closing the door behind you and disappearing down the hall. The house was empty, with your mother out and your father tucked away in his study.

From the kitchen, you could see Bradley standing on the edge of the deck, looking out at the water. You slid open the door, joining him at the wooden railing.

“Hi.”

Bradley turned to you and it was like he hadn’t even noticed you were approaching. He smiled softly. “Hi back.”

“So my father wants to get dinner tonight,” you said. “Just the two of us. That can’t be good.”

“Why not?”

“He has an ulterior motive,” you replied. “Always does.”

“Maybe he’s just trying to be your dad. No games.”

You frowned. “Games are all the Sullivans know how to do.”

Bradley was quiet for a moment. Then, “I know he’s not perfect, but I think he’s a good guy overall. He took me in, he didn’t have to do that. And he’s your dad. Be thankful you have someone in your life to watch over you.”

Guilt flooded every crevice of your body. You stretched out one hand, letting your pinky rest on top of Bradley’s. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “That was dumb of me. You’re right, I’m lucky to have him. I wasn’t thinking.”

“It’s OK,” Bradley said. “I just miss my dad, even if I didn’t really know him.”

“He knew you,” you said. “And your mom sounds like she was lovely.”

“She was.” He nodded. “Listen, about tonight.”

“What about tonight?”

“Maybe we should back off,” he whispered. “I don’t want there to be any suspicion.” He didn't say what you were both thinking. What if you got caught?

“No,” you said and it came out louder than you expected. Bradley turned to you. “I mean, we’re not raising any suspicion.” You sighed. “Please?” It came out as a beg. You needed Bradley. It wasn’t about sex, although the thought of having sex with Bradley had been on your mind constantly, ever since you had tasted him on your tongue and heard those delicious moans fall from his mouth. A part of you needed Bradley the way you needed air. He was part of your routine. He was critical to how you functioned. He was a piece of you, embedded so deep that you weren't sure you'd ever be able to remove him from your life. “I need you,” you confessed.

“OK,” Bradley said and it came out wary, cautious. “I’ll see you after dinner.”

You pulled your hand away. “See you tonight.”

And then you were retreating back into the house, scrambling up the stairs to your bedroom.

Neither of you saw Louise, the maid, standing at the kitchen window, her eyes trained on the two of you standing on the deck.

***

You pushed around a piece of asparagus on your plate as your father tipped wine into his glass. He held out the bottle. “More?”

You shook your head. The one glass of pinot noir had gone to your head. Despite the fact that you were seventeen — eighteen in a few weeks — no one batted an eye at your father ordering a bottle of wine for you two to split. He had a sort of silent power in town. He was formidable. He was daunting. You reached for a popover from the basket instead. “No thank you.”

“Your mother asked me to talk to you again about this whole debutant thing,” he said, swirling his glass before setting it down on the cloth-covered table.

You groaned. “What about it?”

“She needs you to pick an escort or she’s going to have a breakdown.”

He was joking, you both knew that. But not by much. Your mother had become so much more uptight since moving back to Texas. You sighed. “Well, I did pick someone.”

“Really? Who?”

“I want to take Bradley as my escort.”

Your father looked like he was about to choke on his wine. The waiter passed at that very moment, concern written across his face. “Admiral Sullivan? Are you alright?”

He choked out a convincing nod. “I’m fine, son, thank you.” He turned to you once the waiter retreated. “What did you just say?”

You leaned over and pressed one hand against his tanned one where it sat on the table. “Daddy. Don’t be upset. You told me to be friendly.”

He grimaced. “I said be cordial, Y/N, not to make him your best friend.”

“I think it would reflect well on us,” you added.

“How so?”

“Taking in someone less fortunate? That just screams good neighbor, does it not?”

He patted his mouth with a white napkin, leaving a speck of burgundy on the cloth. “You’ve been spending too much time with your mother and her friends if all you do is think about optics, Y/N.”

“Isn’t that what a good Texas girl does, Daddy?” you asked, sitting back in your chair. “Isn’t that how y’all raised me?”

He narrowed his eyes. “What has gotten into you?”

“Maybe I’m tired of being mama’s pawn,” you whispered hotly. “I’m doing the debutante ball because you two want me to. So let me take Bradley. Let me at least enjoy a minute of that night and please, God, don’t force me to spend the evening with the son of some boring developer just so it’ll go in the society pages and mama can hang it on the fridge.”

Your father locked his eyes on yours. You wanted to squirm, your natural reaction. But instead you remained steady. Calm. It was time you stood up to him, to the expectations that had been weighing on your shoulders for years.

The two of you looked at each other as the restaurant swirled with activity around you.

Finally, your father put his steak knife down with a loud clatter. You resisted the urge to jump. “Fine,” he said and your heart started to dance. “But you have to run it past your mother.”

As if you would get off easy. You frowned. “Daddy,” you whispered, “you know she won’t listen to me. Can’t you talk to her?”

His face softened. He was a lot of things, and hard was one of them. But with you, he wasn’t. With you, he wasn’t always the boss in charge, running the show. He got to show flaws, cracks. He got to be human. He nodded slowly. “Fine, I’ll talk to her. But no guarantees.”

You squealed quietly, jumping out of your chair and tossing your arms around your father’s neck. He chuckled, hand patting your forearm. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he said as you returned to your seat.

You nodded. Both of you knew who really was in charge. And she was ten miles away, eating salmon puffs at a Junior League dinner party, blissfully unaware of the upset you were going to cause.

***

Bradley didn’t even look surprised when you inched open the door that night, sliding into bed next to him wearing only a silky camisole and matching shorts.

You reached over and skimmed one hand along his bare abdomen. He tipped his head to the side. “How was dinner?”

You smiled. “Successful.”

“Oh yeah?”

Nodding, you added, “I told Daddy I want you to be my escort.”

Bradley sat up in bed. “Did you tell him about us?” His voice was panicked, pinched even.

You sat up, crossing your legs. “No, of course not. I just said he asked me to be friendly. And that it would look good, from the outside looking in.”

He frowned. “Is that what I am to you, Birdy? A pawn in some societal game?”

You reached out and grabbed his hand. “No! Of course not. Bradley, you know how I feel about you. How could you think that?”

“Why do you want me, Y/N?” he asked quietly. “I can’t give you anything. What good am I to you?”

“Who says you have to be able to give me anything more than your time and attention to be someone worth loving?”

Bradley’s brown eyes widened under the stream of moonlight from the window. “What are you saying, Y/N?” he whispered.

“I’m saying that I’m falling for you, Bradley Bradshaw,” you murmured. “It doesn’t matter that you don’t have a single dollar or that you’re not going to some fancy school in the fall or that you and I aren’t really supposed to be seen together. What matters is that I know you.” You reached out and pressed a hand to his bare chest, over his heart. His skin was warm beneath your fingertips, and you could feel the faint beating of his heart. “I know you’re the kind of man I want to be with. I know that I’m never going to forget you. I know that you’ve changed me, in just a matter of weeks. I know that nothing is ever going to be the same, from here on out.”

He was quiet for a moment. You started to pull away your hand, but Bradley grabbed it, pulling it gently until you were cupping his face. He leaned into your touch, his fingertips shifting down along your forearm, and his eyes fluttered closed. When he opened them, you saw a sparkle of tears. “I’ve been waiting my whole life to meet you,” he whispered.

Bradley gathered you into his arms until you were sitting on his lap, your legs wound around his waist, one of his hands tight across your back, the other buried in your hair as he pressed his lips to yours.

You belonged to each other. A part of you would always belong to Bradley Bradshaw.

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Walk Away

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!reader

WC: 3K

Warnings: Angst

a/n: @bylones posted about a high school musical inspired fic and I just needed to write this off of Walk Away

Masterlist

“Can you believe the Unit Chief is really screwing her? There’s no way she’s actually in love with him. She’s a young agent in his department, probably trying to sleep her way through the ranks.”

You tried to ignore it, you really did. People could talk about you and you really didn’t care. You knew you loved Aaron, you didn’t need to prove it to anyone but Aaron. He was the love of your life. You never thought you’d fall in love, but the minute you laid eyes on him, you were smitten.

As you walked into the bullpen, you immediately sat at your desk thinking about what the hell just happened. It wasn’t a secret that you and Aaron had been dating. You two had almost been dating an entire year and he disclosed your relationship to Strauss. You loved Aaron, there was no doubt about it.

Though, the girls may be right. While they might not think you’re in love with Aaron and think you’re just sleeping with him to get through the ranks, how many other Agents in the building thought like that? You didn’t want to be known as the girl who slept her way to the top. While your dream was one day to be a unit chief, you knew you had a lot of time before that happened. When you met Aaron, your intention was to never date him or fall in love with him.

As Aaron walked in for the morning, he placed a coffee at your desk, making you jump. He sat in the chair that was stationed at your desk when you had company and said, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Good morning.”

He leaned forward, stealing a kiss from you before he asked what the day was going to be filled with today. It was a common occurrence. First, it was just quickly walking by your desk and asking what was on the agenda, then it turned into early morning conversations when you both got there early to work, then it turned into bringing each other little snacks and coffee, which then turned into briefings, date plans, and secret kisses: all before the team knew. Once they knew, meaning, Aaron had kissed you after a near-death experience, he didn’t care who saw. From the looks of it, the team wasn’t surprised either, it wasn’t uncommon for the team to profile each other on relationships. They all knew you two would fall in love with each other, each of them happy that you were both happy.

Ever since the team had found out that day, Aaron would waltz into the room, always bringing you a coffee, snack, or a post-it note of affirmations, a joke, or reason he loved you. Today, was a coffee and a post-it note. He must’ve been in a good mood.

“So, I was thinking, Jack’s having a sleepover at his friend’s house, why don’t you and I go out for dinner and then we can come to my place, have a fun time in bed, maybe dance in the kitchen while having a drink or two?”

“I’m in, honey. That sounds great.”

Aaron was the best profiler you’d ever seen. You really needed to pick up on the best profiling tips. Aaron was reading you like you were an open book. He knew something was wrong, yet he knew you wouldn’t tell him if he tried to profile it out of you. He was still going to ask though, just because of the gentleman he was.

“Y/n, you know you can talk to me. You know that. Let me help you. Whatever you need, you can tell me. Are you on your period? I have a heating pad in my office. I know I suggested for us to have sex tonight because I know your period isn’t supposed to come until next week, but I know sometimes periods are inconsistent from stress, and we can just do pizza and a movie at my place. Did your ex text you? I swear, I will have him in this building in an instant with charges of harassing a federal agent.”

You loved this man with your entire heart. The way he cared about you so deeply. You were lucky to have him love you so much. You’d never felt this loved by someone before. This connection was just stronger that any of your past relationships and you don’t know why.

“Aaron, honey, it’s okay. I’m just tired that’s all. I stayed up to watch a movie last night, fell asleep on the couch and my back just hurts a little bit. But! I’m fine, I still want to go on that dinner date and come back to your house for sexy time, then dance and get drunk in the kitchen, and then make out like two horny teenagers.”

Aaron began to chuckle at that and he brought his hand up to put the piece of hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ear. He then leaned forward and whispered, “I love you so much. Never forget that. You can tell my anything, I promise I won’t get mad, I won’t judge, I’ll just listen.”

You brought your hand up to cover his hand that was cupping your face. You kissed the inside of his wrist and he kissed your forehead. When you pulled away, you grabbed him by the tie and kissed him again. You loved catching him off guard, especially when you know he’d be blushing about it for the next 15 minutes, just in time for the team to start strolling in.

As he stood up, he knocked on his desk and said, “You know where to find me, I love you. Have a good day.”

“I love you, too, Aaron.”

With that, your day had officially began. You had your coffee and your post-it note that you placed on your desk by your keyboard. It was a sweet, little reminder to know that you were worthy of love, especially when you had never felt worthy in your past relationships.

It was a paperwork day, which was good, because you needed to fill out some paperwork of your own. You were going to request a transfer out of the unit. While your team knew you weren’t just sleeping with Aaron to get through the ranks but because you loved him, there were those agents outside of the BAU. The BAU team is always under a microscope, if someone from another department wanted to use your relationship with Aaron as a leverage for them getting promoted instead of you, they were going to take it.

Workplace romance was also frowned upon, but for once, Strauss was approving of your relationship. However, there was a little backlash from her at first, saying that he was your boss. You knew it would be a problem, that’s why putting in fo a transfer would be the best solution. You wanted to transfer out of state, hoping to never run into the problem again. You’d be gone, move up ranks on your own, without someone always critiquing you just because you were dating the Unit Chief.

You were trying not to fall apart at your desk. This was giving you two weeks of preparation to say goodbye to the love of your life. Two weeks to mentally prepare yourself. You wouldn’t give him the transfer papers until everything was finalized.

Your date night later that weekend was amazing. If only you hadn’t fallen in love with your boss, you could have this all the time, but to your luck, you couldn’t. As each day progressed, coming to your 14 days of saying goodbye to Aaron, your heart broke every single time.

Of all the times in your relationship, it scared you to say goodbye to Aaron as he left for a case. You always wanted his safety, but sometimes, when you overheard Penelope telling someone on the team to not let Hotch into the building or try to talk an unsub down, it broke your heart.

You were going to have to walk away from Aaron and it pained you. Just the thought of you saying goodbye and walking away physicall pained you and made you sick. You wish you could blame Aaron, but it’s no one’s fault that you two just happened to fall in love with each other.

That’s why you weren’t going to survive a goodbye again. As you and Aaron got up for work that morning and made your way into the office, well Aaron’s office. You closed the door and walked over to wrap your arms around him. He didn’t know what was going on, but knew something was wrong for the past two weeks, he knew you’d tell him eventually, or so he thought.

You were trying to protect your heart and soul, that’s why you had to say goodbye to Aaron without him actually knowing you were saying goodbye to him. It had to be that way. You didn’t know if you’d survive a goodbye again when he’d come back.

“I love you, Aaron, more than you may ever know. You make me the happiest person in the world, you make me feel worthy of being loved. Thank you for being an incredible boyfriend. You’re an amazing father to Jack and you’re an amazing leader of our team. I love you so much. Never forget that, my sunshine.”

Aaron had kissed you and whispered, “I love you, too. Thank you for being the best girlfriend in the entire world. I wasn’t worthy of being loved, but then you came, and you showed me that everyone deserved to be loved. I love you so much.”

Your heart was breaking, and it hurt so bad. You thought this would be better than telling him when he got back from the case, but you were strong. But you just couldn’t take it.

Aaron and the team were heading for the jet and you decided to begin to clean out your desk, picking up every single post-it note that he’d given you. You placed the pictures of you and him and the team into your backpack and were beginning to work on the case of where the team was at.

As the team had closed out the kidnapping case, saving the three kids, you got a text from Aaron that the team was on the jet, on the way home. You had to walk away before they got back, you don’t think you’d survive a goodbye with him again.

You sat down at your desk, writing a letter to Aaron. You sealed it into an envelope then grabbed your transfer papers. You walked into his office and placed it on his desk. You took one last look at his office and wiped your tear that had fallen. You glanced over at your favorite picture of you, Aaron, and Jack. It was from a few weeks ago, having spent the day with those two at a water park with the rest of the team.

You glanced at the clock, realizing you had a half hour until the team was here, you had to get out of there. You had to walk away and not look back. So that’s what you did.

You walked down the stairs, grabbed your backpack, taking a deep breath as you saw all the memories from you and Aaron’s time at your desk as your relationship started. You walked away and we’re not looking back.

**Aaron’s P.O.V.**

“Aaron, when you are going to propose to Y/n?

“Tonight. I’ve never been so sure to marry her in my entire life, the way she worked the case today, the way she’s a great role-model for Jack, the way she loves me for who I am and never tried once to change me. She’s made me be such a better father, boyfriend, and agent. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, I want to have kids with her. I’m proposing in the bullpen, at her desk, I want you all to be there.”

As the team had landed, everyone walked into the bullpen, I was having a particularly unusual pep in my step. I was nervous, was she going to say yes, did she feel the same way that I felt about her? All these questions circulated through my head, yet I knew the answer to all of them.

I was hoping she’d be in my office, giving me enough time to come and find her. As I made my way to my office, I noticed all the lights were off. Which was unusual for her. I opened the door and turned on the lights. As I looked toward the couch, there was not a trace of her.

Then I saw it, a manilla folder and an envelope addressed to me, in her hand writing.

The smile that I had on my face was immediately gone, I’d gone back to the scowl that always sat on my face. It was until I met her that I began to smile more.

Sitting at my desk, I took a deep breath. I shakily took the paper out of the envelope. It was her hand writing, her perfect, elegant hand writing. I was staring at her words, I hadn’t even read them, but whatever they were, it didn’t give me a good feeling in my chest.

Aaron,

I want to preface this letter by saying that it’s not your fault, it’s no one’s fault. We just were right people at the wrong time. For a year, I’ve loved with with everything I’ve had, that’s why a goodbye isn’t suitable for me. It would break my heart, a heartbreak I’d never survive. As a agent in the bureau who’s dating their unit chief, it doesn’t look good on paper. If I ever want to move up the ranks, I can’t be with you. Well, I can because Strauss approved of us being together, but for morality, everyone else in the bureau would just think I’m sleeping with you to get to the top. Which is absolutely not true. When I came into this unit, I fell in love with the man who would blush when I brought him a coffee or told him he needed to eat on a case. I fell in love with the man who’s an incredible father to his son. Aaron, my love, you are everything I’ve ever dreamed of when it came to falling in love. It took a lot for me to let you in on my past relationships, but with time and encouragement, I told you everything. You provided me with a safe place to open up. You’re probably wondering why I’m writing this letter and where I am. Two weeks ago, I overheard some other agents talking about me and making accusations that I’m only with you because I want to rise through the ranks, and while that stuff hadn’t bothered me, I only realized that this was how other people saw our relationship. They didn’t see it as me being in love with you. That’s why I went ahead and requested a transfer and put in my two weeks here. As of 6 o clock tonight, I am no longer an Agent in your unit, I’m moving to New York and working with a task force there. I had to walk away Aaron, you might not understand how I’ve left you like this, and I’m sorry I couldn’t explain in person, but I knew our goodbye would break our hearts, and you, Aaron Hotchner, you do not need anymore heartbreaks in your life. You are so worthy of love, there are a ton of eligible bachelorettes for you. I’m sorry I did this to you, and I hope that someday you’ll be able to forgive me for not saying goodbye. I was too weak to see how you’d react. Please know that I will always love you, always be eternally grateful for loving me how I was, making me a better person, and allowing me to be in Jack’s life. This is a terrible way to break up, especially because it was done out of love, but I need you to promise to walk away from our relationship, Aaron. Don’t look back. You’re heart will break at the fact of trying to break down every single second of our relationship. I love you so much, my love.

Love,

Y/n

My heart was shattered. How could our goodbye that morning be the last time I’d see her? How could I not read the signs that something was going on. I noticed two weeks ago but I didn’t want to push her, if only I had, I would have gotten to the bottom of it, would have made sure Strauss denied the transfer.

I was left heartbroken, the tears hadn’t stopped since I began to read the letter. I read it two more times, until I realized that my team was still out there waiting for an engagement to happen. Yeah, so much for happy endings.

As I got up from my desk, I walked into the round table room where they all had gathered. As I walked in everyone looked at me. The first person I looked at was Rossi, then the rest of the team. They all knew something was off.

“Y/n’s requested a transfer and no longer an agent in our unit.”

I could hear the audible gasps of the team, but as I stared at the transfer papers and the letter in my hands, I looked back at them.

“Y/n’s moving to New York to work in the task force.”

It took everything in me to try to even out my breathing before I looked back up to make eye contact with my team. Hands shaking at the thought that the love of my life had just walked away from me, all because I’m her boss, the forbidden relationship.

“She broke up with me. She walked away saying that she couldn’t look back, that it would be too painful for her. You can all go home, there’s no engagement. She’s not coming back.”

I began to walk out of the room, making my way to my office again, only this time slamming the door. I looked at the picture of Y/n, Jack, and I from the waterpark. It was my favorite picture that we’d taken.

I began to take out paper and a pen and before I knew it, I was writing a letter back to Y/n.

“Y/n,

Where do I begin? I wish you would have told me that in my office this morning that that would’ve been our last goodbye, I would’ve kissed you so much harder that left you breathless. Had you told me how you felt, I would have stopped the agents and their remarks about you. I love you for who you are. You are worthy of love Y/n. There’s going to come a time where you’re going to meet someone and while I want to tell you that you shouldn’t move on because I’m going to get you back, I can’t. I can’t because I know there’s someone better than me out there waiting to run into you. I hope he knows that you love post-it notes and I hope that he leaves them in all the places you go to the most, also leaving some in the places you least expect. I hope he knows you don’t like wine and you like beer, whiskey, and scotch instead. I hope he knows that you prefer lemon drop shots over shots of tequila because you like lemon more than lime. I hope he knows you love to dance in the kitchen, no matter what time of day it is. Y/n, you may have walked away from me, but it’s going to be so hard to walk away from you. I cannot not look back at the time we’ve had because you’ve been the highlight of my past year and a half, ever since I’ve met you. My hearts going to break and I wish it were any other person to break my heart if it meant I still got to have you. I don’t know what’s going to happen from here. Your letter broke my heart, we deserve a proper goodbye, maybe not in person, but I deserve to have some type of word. Maybe that’s why I wrote this letter, but I’m not sure. I love you more than words can ever describe.

Love,

Your Sunshine, Aaron

With that, I folded up the letter and placed it in an envelope, writing her name on it. I placed it in my desk drawer, where it would sit because I wanted to keep one last promise to her; to walk away from our relationship and that’s exactly what I would do. I would walk away and not look back.

Part 2

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x bau!reader #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner angst

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❥ author’s note: this has been in my drafts for way too long and i NEED to post it

❥ pairing: kaminari denki x fem!reader

❥ summary: you only came to this party for him. so when he suggests you hide away from the crowd, you have no choice but to accept.

❥ word count: 2.9k

❥ warnings: oral (m and f receiving), alcohol, parties, weed, “pretty girl”

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“hey, y/n!” denki calls. his face lights up when his eyes find you in the dimly lit room. “i never see you at these parties!” he shoulders his way through a group of particularly drunk college students to get over to you. “yeah,” you respond, smiling back at him a bit. “it’s just not my scene.” you look around at the christmas lights strung up around the dark room, the stolen street signs and flags pinned up on the walls.

he was right. you didn’t often come to house parties filled with people you actually know. you usually marched yourself across campus to a different frat house each weekend. you preferred the anonymity anyway. “what changed?” he asks, pulling a joint from behind his ear and pressing it to his lips. he lights it and takes a deep drag, closing his eyes.

“just finished a tough few weeks of class and wanted to let loose a little, i guess,” you say, taking a sip of the fruity drink in your plastic cup. the truth is you heard denki would be there and wanted the chance to see him outside class. even if it meant braving a party where you weren’t completely unknown.

he exhales, blowing smoke off to the side. “well…” he says, getting closer to your ear so he can lower his voice. “i’m really glad you’re here.” you feel his breath on the shell of your ear and butterflies stir in your stomach. he offers you the joint and you accept, smiling sweetly at him. “thanks,” you say. you bring it up to your mouth and inhale deeply.

“ughhhhh, that was quick,” denki groans, his eyes trained on someone behind you. “people think i’m giving out weed.” the annoyance was evident in his voice, even over the pounding bass of the party. as if on cue, a guy with dark hair and a shit-eating grin saunters up behind you, placing his hand on the small of your back.

he looks at you expectantly, flicking his eyes to denki every so often. “go ahead,” the blonde says to you. you pass the joint to the dark-haired guy who must be friends with denki, you think. “dopeeeee,” he says happily, grinning. “just one hit, bro. i mean it,” warns denki, watching him carefully. “you always do this.”

“yeah, yeah. whatever,” the brunette rolls his eyes. “this is my party anyway,” he grins. “sero, y/n. y/n, sero,” denki says, gesturing between the two of you. “i like her already. it didn’t take her very long to pass me the joint,” sero says with a smirk. he takes another hit, laughing as he exhales the smoke. “that’s enough, man,” denki says pointedly, snatching the joint back. “i thought you were about to leave anyway,” he says to sero, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah, yeah, i was. but i wanted to grab a hit from you first. you always have the best shit,” sero says, somewhat distracted. “hell yeah i do,” denki grins. he pulls the joint back up to his lips, the lit tip brightening as he inhales.

“well, thanks. i’m out, man.” sero starts to walk away. “see ya,” he calls, saluting as he disappears into the crowd and out the front door. you flick your eyes back to denki. “do you want to smoke a little more?” he asks, talking directly into your ear again. “we can hide in sero’s room. if we smoke out here, people are gonna keep trying to steal my shit. sero’s roommates always do,” he laughs.

“are you trying to get me alone?” you joke, reaching out to lay your hand on his chest. you can tell his body is toned, even under his dark shirt. “what if i am?” he laughs. “would that be so bad?” he growls into your ear. he puts his hand on your waist, rubbing circles with his thumb. “i’m tired of this party anyway.” you look around.

the party is still in full swing. it’s only 12:30, after all. people are still crowded around the kitchen table, throwing little ping-pong balls into plastic cups. people were still arriving every so often, the whole crowd looking up to cheer when it was someone they knew.

“alright, alright,” you agree and he grins. “i’m a little tired of it too,” you say, grabbing his hand. that was a lie, of course. but your goal wasn’t really to enjoy the party... it was to enjoy him. “lead the way,” you smile. he pulls your hand up to his lips and gives it a dramatic kiss before leading you through the crowd of sweaty, drunken bodies.

you turn the corner and go down the stairs to an empty-looking hallway with a door on each end. denki opens closest one, a door with a big “s” on it. looking around, he slips inside, pulling you with him. as he flicks the lightswitch to reveal an empty, well-lit bedroom, you both take a deep breath of the cool, uncrowded air. you can still hear the rhythmic thumping of the bass, but it’s so much quieter now.

taking a few steps, you flop down to sit on the bed. denki pulls the joint from behind his ear again and quickly locks the door. you quirk an eyebrow and smirk. “just in case,” he mumbles, gesturing to the joint. you chuckle. he’s really so cute. he relights it, pops it between his lips, walking over to you. when he exhales, you stick your face in the smoke, giggling.

“oh, did you want some?” he jokes, flopping down next to you. he takes another puff and blows a more focused stream in your direction. you lean in to swallow the smoke, shotgunning it from him. you’re so close that it would take barely anything to brush your lips across his and kiss him—

all of a sudden, your lips crash together, denki’s slender hand against the back of your head, guiding you into the warm kiss. you gasp a little into his mouth, not expecting the bold move. he pulls back. “is this okay?” he looks into your eyes.

“more than okay,” you smile. you lean back in and kiss him deeper, pushing your bodies together. you both let out a moan, exhaling the breaths you were holding. his tongue swipes across your lips, feeling how smooth and plush they are.

you quickly let him in, sliding your tongue around his. you slide your hands up his loose black shirt, feeling his lean body. “mmph,” he grunts, trying to get your attention. you pull away, confused. “we need to finish this,” he says, presenting the j he’s been holding. “i think i’ll be needing a free hand,” he grins. “ladies first.”

you accept it and take a few puffs, trying to slow your heartbeat. you throw your head back, blowing smoke toward the ceiling. handing it back to him, you look around the fairly plain-looking room. “that guy from earlier… sero. this is his room?” you ask.

“yeah,” denki replies between drags. he puffs a little smoke out of his nose. “i mean, he technically lives here. but he stays with his girl most of the time. he’s only really here when he throws parties. so the room is usually free.” he hands you the joint and grins. “he’s staying there tonight. he already told me.”

you take a few more puffs and feel the weed really starting to hit you, your extremities getting heavier and lighter at the same time. “you were planning on bringing a girl down here then, huh?” you tease, licking your lips and raising an eyebrow.

“it never hurts to be prepared, okay?” denki brings his hands up in defense, chuckling. “i didn’t really expect to take advantage of the free room, though,” he looks at you pointedly. you get up and walk to the attached bathroom, flicking the roach into the sink.

you’re feeling uncharacteristically confident. maybe it’s the weed. maybe it’s the alcohol. maybe it’s the beautiful man alone with you, the obvious tent in his jeans getting bigger by the second.

you turn to look at him. his eyes are getting red. the tension in the room is thick, the air between you absolutely buzzing. he wants you, you can feel it. he licks his lips and smiles at you, feline eyes trained on your body, almost like a predator. you walk back over to him and kneel in front of him, putting your hands on his knees.

you look up at him through your lashes, giving him the best doe eyes you can. “how are you feeling?” you ask. you know the answer. you can see his dick getting harder through his tight pants. “i feel great,” he drawls, smiling down at you. “i’m just glad to be away from everyone.”

“oh? why is that?” you ask, feigning innocence. you slowly slide your hands up his thighs until you reach his growing bulge. “didn’t want all those people to see how hard you are for me?” you put your palm over his clothed cock, the warmth making him groan. “that must be it…” you muse, looking down at his lap.

you lick your lips. it’s like a present, all wrapped up just for you. you move your hands to his waistband, undoing his button and zipper. you give an experimental tug downward, looking up at him for permission. he lifts his hips to help you pull down his pants, leaving him in his underwear. you reach down the front, wrapping a hand around his cock and pulling it out.

“so fucking pretty…” you mumble, leaning down to kiss the head. you run your lips down his length, how smooth and soft the skin feels even though he’s painfully hard. in general, denki’s a rather lanky guy. so it’s no surprise he’s got a big, long cock. what’s impressive isn’t the girth, it’s the length. you just know you’ll feel him all the way in your throat as he fucks you.

“i bet it tastes even better than it looks” you breathe, dipping your face down to run your lips lightly down his shaft. you open your mouth and suck him in, savoring the fullness. you moan and hum around him as you bob your head up and down. he tastes so fucking good. you wiggle your tongue on the underside of his shaft, trying to give him more stimulation as he starts to fuck into your mouth.

and you let him. you let him hit the back of your throat over and over, relaxing your jaw to let him use your mouth. he threads his long fingers through your hair, moving you at his pace as you drool all over his lap.

putting your hands on his hips, you hold him still, as if to tell him to stop thrusting. you take his length into your mouth as far as you can, the tip poking the smooth wall of the back of your throat. and you just hold it there, looking up at him with big eyes, tears welling up and getting caught in your lashes.

“ffffuckkkk,” he throws his head back, feeling your throat clench around him as you start to choke on his cock. he takes a deep breath, trying to resist the urge to thrust and fuck your throat and fill your mouth up with his hot cum.

he pulls you off by your hair and you whine at how empty your mouth feels. “i’m not gonna last if you do that,” he says, pulling you up to your feet. “let me see your tits. been teasing me with them all night.” you obey, pulling your shirt off and throwing it onto the floor. left in just your bra, you push your breasts up and together, the fat spilling out of the cups.

“fuck, yes, look at those,” denki breathes, reaching his hands out to grab one. “so perfect,” he groans, finding your nipple with his thumb. with his other hand, he reaches around the back to undo the clasp and lets the garment fall to the floor. he takes your other breast in his other hand, rubbing gentle circles on both nipples with his thumbs. he pushes his face into your chest, kissing the stretch of skin between your perfect tits, looking up at you.

the feeling and the look in his eyes have you moaning and warmth pooling in your core even more than it was already. you slowly turn and sit down on the bed, laying back. denki follows, positioning himself between your legs. he hikes your skirt up past your hips, eyes hungrily devouring the wet fabric of your panties. he hooks a finger in the crotch and pulls them to the side, licking his lips when he sees your pretty little pussy.

he groans, thinking about how good you’re going to taste. he dips his head between your plush thighs, fingers grabbing at your ass for purchase, and gives your slit a teasing kiss. “this is all for me?” he grins up at you.

“yes, kami,” you mewl. “i’m so fucking wet for you.” he attaches his lips to your drooling pussy, his tongue tracing your slit. you shudder, and you feel him smile against you, obviously pleased he can make you react like that. you thread your fingers into his hair, trying to pull him closer, trying to urge him to stop teasing you. he takes one of your lower lips into his mouth, sucking and running his teeth gently along it.

tracing your slit with a long, slender finger, he gathers up all the slick that’s pooled so far. he sticks one finger inside your aching core, curling it and watching your face for a reaction. “fucking finally,” you breathe, grinding your hips for more. grinning, denki brings his face back down to your pussy and sticks his tongue between your folds, dragging it lazily across your clit.

“kami, please,” you whine. “i’ve been waiting for this all night.” and it’s true. you only came to this party on the off chance you’d see his gorgeous amber eyes lust-clouded and looking up at you from between your thighs. “wanna take my time with you, pretty girl,” he murmurs. “wanna watch you beg for it.” and that has your pussy clenching around the single digit he has inside you.

he brings his lips back up to your erect nipples, flicking the pad of a finger back and forth over one as he finally adds a second finger to your aching cunt. “fuck,” he breathes. “clenching so fucking hard on me.” he grins, speeding up the pace at which he fucks you with his fingers. “are you about to cum all over my hand?”

“mm-hmm,” you whine, reaching down to play with your clit, desperate to chase your release. the second you touch it, denki pulls his fingers out of you and releases your nipple. “ah-ah,” he teases. “i said i wanted to take my time with you tonight.”

all you can do is whine at him. still almost fully clothed. teasing you so hard. making you want him so bad. “kami, i want you to make me cum so badly. please,” you whine, squirming to create some friction somewhere.

you look so desperate like this. so drunk on him. he does want to take his time, but he wants to make you cum all over his face more. “hmmm...” he pretends to think. “you even said please. and how could i deny such a pretty, polite girl?” he coos.

he lowers his warm mouth to your slit, breathing on your pulsing cunt. he licks from the bottom to the top, pausing to thrust his tongue between your lips when he gets to your clit. you can’t help your back snapping into an arch at the contact. you feel him grin against your core as he starts flicking your little bud with his tongue. he watches you from between your legs, almost fox-like, watching his prey as he increases his pace.

your pussy clenches around nothing. you need something to fill you up so badly. “kami! need you inside,” you huff. he stuffs three fingers into your pussy, your squelching the only sound against the thump of the bass upstairs and your desperate moans.

finally, something to give you some friction where you needed it. you squeeze around his fingers, his skin catching and massaging your inner walls just right. he only stops his assault on your clit to growl “cum for me, cum right in my mouth,” before diving back in.

the sight of him so intent on getting you off pushes you over the edge. you feel the familiar tingles in your belly build to a fever pitch until you’re cumming, contracting and squeezing and moaning his name.

denki slips his fingers out of your spasming pussy to thrust his tongue inside, letting your walls envelope him. he stays like that, letting you ride out your high on his tongue until your orgasm dies down.

after you still, he gently starts to swirl his tongue around, cleaning up your arousal. he slurps and hums into you, savoring the way you taste. “i love the way you taste, but i bet you’d feel better on my cock,” he growls.

he kisses a trail up your tummy, making sure to take each nipple into his mouth and flick his tongue, then up your collarbone, sinking his teeth into the skin of your neck and sucking until you’re marked.

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