#literally started vibrating when I told her leave it

[ocala-is-calling]

Two years old today ❤️

[seokgyuu]

You might have a thing for Seokmin’s hands. Seokmin, your best friend. Who you definitely do not see as anything else! Really. Not at all! And he obviously doesn’t see you as anything else either. Like, for real! … Right?

Pairing: Seokmin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Best friends to lovers, Smut (MDNI!).

Requested: yes, thanks sweet anon!!

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Going through my requests right now and this one stuck out because I too love Seokmin’s hands. I mean… look at them!! Thanks for the request lovely anon and sorry that it took literal months for me to finish this (yikes).

tagging: @wongyuseokie, @the-boy-meets-evil, @multi-kpop-fanfics, @onlyseokmins, @dkakapizzaboy, @honeykyeom, @drunk-on-dk, @cheolism, @wooahaeproductions <3 just because i want to, hihi.

Smut Warnings under the cut!

Smut Warnings: masturbation (f), finger sucking, fingering, dirty talk

In your many years on this planet most of these have been spent being best friends with Lee Seokmin. 

At this point you probably knew him better than he knew himself and vice versa. There was nothing the two of you didn’t share, sometimes being mistaken for a couple when in reality all you feel for each other is nothing but platonic admiration. You love each other, but platonically! You sleep in each other's arms most nights, but platonically! Sometimes you wish he would hold you a little tighter and sometimes he wishes he could touch you in places he shouldn’t, but it is all, of course, platonically!

In fact, your relationship is so platonic that you are currently holding your beloved vibrator to your throbbing clit staring at a picture of his hands. His beautiful hands, his long fingers graced by rings you had gifted him because, fuck, did you love seeing him with jewellery you had given him. Especially rings. 

The high you’re craving as much as you feel guilty is nearing and you arch your back, hips chasing the feeling of the vibrations on your bundle of nerves - and when the thought of Seokmin above you with his fingers fucking you open, rings on and all, occupies your mind once more, not leaving any space for a guilty conscience, you finally come undone. You sigh his name over and over, riding out your orgasm and once your vibrator is off and your panties are back in place, you slowly start to realize what you’ve just done. Again. How many times have you told yourself you wouldn’t do this again? How many times have you sworn that Seokmin was your best friend and nothing else? 

Best friends don’t think about the other when they get off. Best friends don’t crave the other’s touch when they aren’t around. Best friends don’t want to get finger-fucked by the other! 

Maybe, you think, you aren’t Seokmin’s best friend after all because all of these points apply to you. With a groan you lock your phone and swing your legs off the bed, still feeling a bit dizzy from your orgasm. Just when you are about to head to the bathroom, you hear knocks on your front door. 

Frowning, you look at the clock hanging on the wall across from you. It’s one o’clock in the morning, who would ever- another knock. More vehemently this time. You blink a few times, not even registering that you’re wearing nothing but one of Seokmin’s shirts and your panties when you open the door. 

Glossy brown eyes look at you, reddened cheeks and lips on the face you think about more than you should. 

“Seokmin?!” 

“You’re- you’re wearing my shirt.”

He is inside your apartment with the door closed behind you in mere seconds. His hands somehow landed on your waist and you are now stuck between him and the cold wall, your eyes big and round looking up at him.

“What are you doing here, what- what’s going on?”

“I kissed someone,” he breathes and you hate that the words make your heart drop, “I kissed this girl when I was at a club with Mingyu and- fuck, I kissed her and I somehow realized that I don’t want to kiss her.”

“Okay, that’s okay, Seok. You stopped kissing her then, right?”

When he shakes his head, you feel another pang of pain inside your chest.

“I kissed her some more, she asked me to go home with her and I was already on my way out, ready to get into the cab and let her take me to her place, but…”

The way he looks at you, the way his fingers dig into your skin. He doesn’t say it, and you don’t want to ask. 

“You’re drunk.” You somehow stumble out, freeing yourself from his grasp and instead walking over to the kitchen, to get your best friend some water.

“I didn’t even drink that much.” You hear the pout before you see it, turning around to face him, your eyes settling on his body leaning against the doorframe. 

“You should still drink some water, Seok, alright?”

He doesn’t try to stop you when you hand him the glass and he even takes two big sips before putting it down.

“Why didn’t you call before you came here?” You ask then, leaning against the kitchen counter. 

“Phone’s dead.” He explains and you sigh, pulling a hand over your face.

“So, you didn’t tell Soonyoung you’re not coming home tonight?”

“I-,” Seokmin starts but then realizes he, in fact, hadn't told his roommate he was going to be gone for the night. 

“Lee Seokmin,” you shake your head at him, “get my phone from my room and text him, I bet he’s dying of worry right now. You know how he is.”

As much as Seokmin wishes it wasn’t true - it is. Soonyoung his (other) best friend and roommate is overbearing as much as he is kind. Pouting once more, he turns around to walk into your bedroom, seeing your phone laying on top of your bed. For a split second he feels guilty - had he woken you up? Gnawing on his bottom lip, he rids himself of his coat and hangs it over your desk chair, also taking off his shoes in the process and putting them next to yours by the closet, before finally grabbing your phone and unlocking it with the code he just so happens to know. 

He stops in his steps. Stares at the screen. Then, he blinks a few times and feels his body react right away. Electricity shoots through him and explanations as of why he is seeing what he’s seeing, explanations that have his stomach flip and his heart triple in speed, that have his imagination go wilder than he’d usually allow himself around you.

“Y/N.”

“Did you not find it?” You call back from the kitchen, getting out a pot to make some late night ramen, only to turn around and look at him and feel your face fall. He is holding your phone up for you to see the screen, his zoomed in hands still on your display. Fuck. 

Coming up with an explanation as of why the fuck his hands are on your screen at almost 2 o’clock in the morning leaves your brain blank. There is only so much you can say that isn’t totally weird - and even then, it still is. 

But something about the way Seokmin is looking at you isn’t even allowing you to open your mouth and stutter out a lame excuse. 

“I want you to be honest with me,” he begins calmly, slowly walking over to you now, “why are my hands zoomed in on your phone screen in the middle of the night, darling?”

The pet name bolts through you and leaves your brain even more blank. Suddenly, you don’t know how to speak, how to think. Yet, Seokmin seems to know that he caught you in something he didn’t even know it was possible to find you in. 

“Y/N, be honest,” he repeats when he is back in front of you, when you’re caged in between him and the kitchen counter, when all that’s between you is the little space he has left, “do you have a thing for my hands?”

Shit. He’s so close now, your phone discarded on the counter next to you and you still don’t remember how to speak. It’s stupid, you know it is, he’s probably just teasing you, just trying to get a reaction out of you before he laughs it off. 

Just that he doesn’t. 

Seokmin doesn’t move, instead he comes closer, one of his insanely pretty hands softly grabbing your chin, turning your head to make you look straight up at him. God, his eyes are sparkling. Everything about him seems to be sparkling. 

“Answer me, love.”

You wish you could, really. But your mouth is dry and your body is burning and all you can focus on is the hand on your face. So, instead of verbally answering you, very slowly, nod. The smug smile that spreads on Seokmin’s face is something no one could have prepared you for. 

“Interesting. Let’s see.” He moves his hand up just slightly, thumb brushing against your lips and you can’t help but drop open your mouth, sucking it right into your wet heat. The moan that escapes him catches both of you by surprise and has you pressing your thighs together. Seokmin doesn’t speak, he just looks at you, letting you suck in his thumb with wide eyes that have his cock twitching wildly in his pants. 

He begins thrusting his thumb into your mouth, saliva building up and beginning to trickle down out of the corners of your lips, his eyes glued on your face. When you begin to swirl your tongue around him, he breathes out a strained sigh, quickly replacing his thumb with is middle and index finger. 

Now it’s you who’s moaning. How many nights had you stayed awake with your fingers inside your cunt, with your vibrator against your clit, with you humping your pillow, imagining exactly this. Sucking on his finger’s as he fucked you senseless with either his other hand or his cock. 

“Fuck, baby, you really do have a thing for my hands,” he mutters, perhaps even more to himself than you and he instructs you to suck on them, his free hand sneaking around you, pressing you against him flat on your ass. 

Nothing has ever been as much of a turn on as this. Seokmin’s fingers in your mouth, his other hand squeezing your ass as he is very obviously rubbing himself against you, his erection visible through his pants and hard to miss against your lower stomach. He doesn’t speak for a while, just enjoying the feeling of having all the power over you, something he had never thought possible, bathing in the knowledge you want him just as much as he wants you. 

When he deems it enough, he pulls his fingers out, thick saliva connecting them to your red lips and he groans at the sight, quickly bringing the fingers down and straight to where you need them the most. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t tease, instead he slips his hand into your folds and feels them, coating the two fingers he just pulled out of your mouth in your juices, reveling in your small noises. 

“Want them inside of you, don’t you, baby girl? Want me to fuck you with them?” 

It’s merely a whisper coming out of his mouth and you whimper, nodding your head yes once more, Seokmin chuckling as he leans forward, his breath hitting your face.

“Need you to use your words, okay?” He says, lips touching your cheek and you swallow hard, hips bucking to meet his fingers.

“I-,” you stutter, “I, f-fuck, Seokmin, please-,”

“Please what, darling?”

“Pl-please p-put them i-inside,” you cry out, your hands gripping the material of his shirt, eyes begging him to do as you asked. 

“God, you’re so desperate, might just make me cum in my pants. Gonna fuck your pretty pussy with my hands while you’re wearing my shirt, fuck,” his voice is breathy against your ear and you’re just about to beg him again, when he finally does what you’ve been dreaming about for years. 

The second he breaches your hole, you already feel like the gates of heaven just opened up for you. His fingers are like the drug you knew you’d get addicted to once you’ve got a taste of them and the second they are fully inside you, you fear nothing will ever come close again. Your body reacts by shaking uncontrollably, your pussy sucking him in as far as possible, Seokmin’s moans in your ear the sweetest sounds you’ve ever heard. As his fingers begin to thrust inside of you, his lips begin to kiss your neck, up to your cheek and finally your lips, both of you sighing in relief when you finally take one step further. Because somehow this is more intimate than his fingers fucking you. 

This could have easily been mistaken as a tipsy Seokmin helping his best friend blowing off steam by finally giving into her desire for him, but the second he kisses you both of you know this is going to be so much more. 

Your arms move to wrap around his neck as you spread your legs further for him, giving him better access and more room to move his hand as he continues his thrusts, your whimpers against his lips skilfully getting caught by his tongue.

“So fucking wet and tight, such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He mumbles against your mouth and you nod, pulling him closer, lips back on his to begin yet another heated kiss. The two of you make out, one of your legs around his waist as he picks up his speed, thumb finding your clit no problem, causing you to arch your back and pant into the kiss.

“Seok- so- so close!” You cry out and he chuckles again, kissing down your neck, sucking harshly on your skin as he pulls his fingers out only to come back with one more. 

Three fingers fuck you open for more, your moans getting louder, fingers digging into his nape as you chase his fingers with your hips, tears behind your eyes threatening to spill because of how fucking turned on you were. You’re dripping down his fingers, down your thighs, your panties shoved to the side by him, probably cutting into his fingers, but he doesn’t seem to care. 

“Yeah? Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Cum on my fingers? How long have you wanted this, hm? How long have you dreamt of my fingers fucking you until you make them drip in your cum?”

His dirty words are so out of character for your usually so bright and sweet best friend, but they do their job perfectly. Accompanying your whines is your pussy clenching around him repeatedly, throbbing against his fingers and Seokmin really thinks he could shoot his load just from this. 

“Faster, pl-please!” Your hips are moving at rapid speed and Seokmin meets your efforts, thumb pressing down on your clit and letting his fingers quickly pump in and out of your perfect pussy, already feeling your nearing climax around him. 

When he kisses you again, his tongue finding yours, circling it skilfully and sucking it into his mouth, you feel your orgasm rush over you, cum soaking his whole hand as he fucks you through it, your moans landing right in his hot mouth. 

“That’s it, darling, cum on my fingers, soak them in your cum, show me how good I made you feel, fuck.” 

Tears are rolling down your cheeks, tears of pleasure and happiness, tears of desperation as you ride out your orgasm, almost crying more when he pulls his fingers out of you to lick them clean like a starved man. Your head spins at the visual and you let yourself fall against the counter, sure you could probably count the stars floating around your head currently.

“Delicious, so pretty and delicious.” Seokmin hums when his fingers are out of his mouth and he smiles at you like the soft puppy you know he is. 

“Seokmin…,” you don’t even know what to say, still in awe and still recovering from the best orgasm you’ve ever had. He shushes you, both of his hands on your waist, pulling you into his chest.

“Later, love. Now, I need you to ride my cock, how does that sound?”

Smiling at him you think that nothing had ever sounded sweeter.

[primrosebow]

Do you draw or write for the girls? Because I would love seeing any type of Lute, Charlie or Vaggie art in your style

Also I would eat your art 20/10

Short answer: yahhh xoxo💞

Long answer:

_-->Various hazbin hotel women x reader // art

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!Content warnings!:the usual nsfw, this has the gals listed in the ask🫡 a few headcannons added for flavor, gn reader cause I never specified literally anything, more words than usual.

We are SO BACK 💪💪💪 request things ‼️ My activities would get me perma banned from the vatican, I'm afraid.

Charlie //

I, unlike most other people here, believe that charlie most often tries to take the role of a dom! She's used to trying to fix everyone else's problems, but, she'll crumble if she ever gets treated like the perfect princess that she is. Call her beautiful, praise her, give her that affection she desperately needs. She's been helping her citizens for so long, she deserves to get taken care of!

Honestly, when you slowly push that vibrator inside her after what felt like an agonizing ammount of time for prepping, she was ready to cry on the spot. She can barely believe you even talked her into being in the receiving end of this -she's the one supposed to be pleasing you!- Getting this much attention and love made her brain go all fuzzy and tears well up in her eyes as her limbs felt weak; she was trembling far too much from the overwhelming pleasure she felt right then to truly care about what this whole situation did to her ego.

She doesn't realize her horns have made an appearence as she pleads with you: come on! You were giving her so much attention just a minute ago! Please! Being as close to you as possible is her only wish right now. Her pitiful tone and cries for you directly contradict how her tail is shaking at it's tip, much like that of an excited cat -she's enjoying this far more than she expected-.

If you do decide to give in and finally rub on her already overstimulated clit just as you had been doing before, she'll cling onto you for dear life- practically sobbing as you give her precisely what she needs. Maybe she can get used to being treated nicely by you. (She learns that she cannot get enough of the overwhelming passionate act of letting you be in control, it's far too good for her to only experience it once.

She'll soon get a little cocky though... she isn't the daughter of the king of pride just because of her name, if you catch what I'm throwing)

// //

Vaggie //

Vaggie has placed quite a notorious quantity of expectations on herself. She's always been this way, and, continues to be despite your affirmations of her worth. Your constant and relentless words of praise to her: how beautiful she is, how strong, how perfect, how brave, how hot- it all got to her head very quickly. Your words contradicted her thoughts on herself but the way you kiss along her neck makes any thought melt away from her brain and be replaced with pure emotion.

// //

"Mh.. please, darling- I-" she tried to form a sentence, eventually getting cut off by her own moans. Her nightgown was pushed up as she laid with her back against your bed, squirming slightly as she feels your fingers rub against her insides. She clenches around you as you drag your thumb over her swolen clit, which was begging for your attention since the very start of this. Her hips stutter as she can't pick between indulging the stimulation and running away from the pleasure.

Her eyes struggle to keep themselves open, but you had told her to look at you during this. She couldn't let you down. Not when you were saying she was "doing so good f'me". Those are some of the few words that can pierce through the thick veil of the ecstasy-like feeling of your attention and carve themselves into her very soul. She was good. Good for you. She couldn't ask for anything better, and, won't- can't be letting you down.

You.. leave her easy tasks such as looking at you and being a little quieter just so she feels like she's still, in some way, being useful to you. Slow and steady wins the race, and, soon enough you hope to remove the constant anxiety of servicing you from the act of love you want to give her.

Lute //

Lute is quite interesting because she has this weird duality between wanting approval and not being able to take said approval. Sometimes, she'll activelly attempt to rile you up enough that you'll punish her (something you have already told her is not necessary, since you can be harsher on her if she simply asks) but please don't blame her! She's just used to being treated roughly, it's "safer" for her to stay in her comfort zone of thorns and cruel words at first.

But only at first. Like I said, she really does want to feel loved. One of the first times you attempted to give her the affection she craves, after having learned that she can't deal with the purely lovey, sappy affection yet, you had to get resourceful with bringing her the love she needs.

"Awh sweetheart, you can't handle this?" You dig your fingers even deeper into her, a squelching noise arises from the action because of just how wet she already is. She groans at your words, and, if you didn't know any better, she'd have sounded like any other cheap sinner from lust with how aroused she was at your teasing. But you do know better. Your comment- it was slightly mocking, it was maddening; it was a challenge. For her to keep her composure for as long as she can. Lute grabs onto you even harder so she can regain some sense of stability, finally locking eyes with you. She moves her hips slightly against your fingers. Despite it being her own action, she groans. She says in a shaky tone

"Do your worst."

Ah, you can't deny such a request, now, can you?

// //

BONUSSSSSSSSS‼️

Velvette //

"Agh- fuck you! H-ah-" she tried to act mad, don't get her wrong. She really did. But that's astoundingly hard to do when your lover has their hand in your panties and is currently relentlessly and harshly rubbing against your clit like it was the last thing they'll ever touch.

You really could not have picked a worse time to do this; right before one of her new collection showcases? Did you want her to die? You forcefully push her thighs apart when she pressed them toguether, not letting her even attempt to get back a semblance of composure. As if that wasn't enough, you had locked her bracelets toguether behind her back, and, even if she wouldn't admit it to a single soul, it really turned her on.

She tried to think as hard as she could, try to offend you, try to play her own pleasure down, but she really couldn't. Empty remarks about your incompetence or appearence or literally anything she could get her mind around slowly melted away into moans and whines, the much too familiar shame from getting overwhelmed so easily by you also pushed aside by a desperate search for her own release.

When she finally did cum, she doesn't hold back on how loud her moan of your name was, her thighs trembled as she leaned on your body for support. She intentionally turns her head away from the mirror so she won't be faced by her own overstimulated self, and much less your self-satisfied grin as you watch her panting against you.

Oh gods... what was she doing again? Hmm.. OH YOU BASTARD YOU RUINED HER PANTIES! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW EXPENSIVE THAT FABRIC WAS? FUCK YOU.

Let's just hope that the fashion gossip blogs don't catch onto how uncharacteristically out of breath she was during that showcase!

I love piracy so much RAHHHHHH‼️‼️ if buying ain't ownin, piracy ain't stealin, but I wish it were. IMAGINE‼️ you download idk ratatouille and they just don't have it anymore. "Guys they took ratatouille again..." I wish. I wish watching media through torrent sites was like taking various items from ikea.

I WOULD download a car.

@bigfatbimbo cause of the little bonus of velvette

[vickyzangels]

You do NSFW too right? If so could you do Tom going down on reader?

% “너와 천천히 오래 걷고 싶어 until the end of time.”

# synopsis ; redemption era?? resurrection era? idk🧍🏻‍♀️

# pairing ; tom kaulitz x reader

# word count ; 614

# warnings ; nsfw (mdni), recreational drug use, he’s pussywhipped, tom is a, what does ice spice call them? a munch.

a/n ; YALL….. i completely scrapped the fic i was working on like i hate to admit it but i couldn’t do it i scrapped it 😭 but at least i found out something important from it, that i am entirely incapable of having any plot, like i can do a blurb at BEST, but god forbid i put even a minor storyline in. i might go back to it one day when i’m that deep and far into the trenches but the a/n for that fic literally looks like this so…;

he can tie cherry stems with his tongue alone. no hands. gn.

kind of relates but kind of doesn’t anyway one of his favorite things to do while eating you out is fingering you (MY GODDDDD)

his calloused hands from guitar-playing are brushing up EVERY corner inside you, curling and making “come-hither” motions to reach that spot that has you squeezing your legs around his hands and yet he does NOT care, continuing up from your cunt to leave the most sweetest and innocent kisses and marks on your neck like he wasn’t hovering over you and abusing your g-spot till you squirted into his hand

on that topic, he LOVES squirters like he likes creamers too (he doesn’t discriminate), but he’s so into it like, god forbid he gets you to squirt (in which he always does) because he’ll happily come up soaked in your juices like a puppy

i’ve never mentioned this anywhere else but he’s 50/50 in bed with his attitude (that sounds so vague i’m sorry) and i mean that he is generally serious like he’ll fuck your brains out while sternly whispering in your ears about how much of a dirty slut you are HOWEVER, on the flip side of things he acts like he’s sooo damn funny 😐 like he’ll jokingly nip at you while going down on you (obviously lightly he doesn’t want to hurt you) and laugh when you look at him like 😧

he gets so weak if you sit on his face. his hands are wandering everywhere, spots on your hips where there are guaranteed to be bruises by tomorrow by how hard he’s holding you down onto him and his other hand going up to rub and hold your body while he groans into you because everytime his voice vibrates on you it makes you shiver🧎🏻‍♀️listen, tom has fuckboy experience he can keep going for ROUNDS before he decides to cum once but when you’re on top of him squeezing your thigh around his head, HE’S A GONER.

whether or not you smoke, you hypothetically do for this; tom’s such a slut for the way you taste the main reason why you ever get overstimulated when he eats you out is because you taste so good to him, so when you two smoked a blend that had flowers in it for calming effect, it doubled for an aphrodisiac and you had to pry him from your pussy.

about an hour ago, you and tom smoked blunts with a new blend you found from your dealer that only piqued your interest because she explained to you it also worked as an aphrodisiac. truth be told, that was the only thing you actually registered come out of her mouth cause you zoned out when she started talking, but knowing you and tom fucked like bunnies, you told her to take all your money and you were on your way. so now here you were, on your back with your legs over tom’s shoulders god near choking him to death (not that he was complaining), gasping moans into the air while your hand made its way to tom’s head, making weak efforts to push him away. “to- mm..! i can’t take it!” starting to writhe your hips, accidentally bucking further into tom’s mouth. he was pushing you and he knew it, pushing you towards your 4th orgasm and counting and he had no intention of stopping any time soon, especially not when whatever in that blunt was making you suddenly taste so much sweeter. not when whatever was in that blunt was making the music sensually slow down, or making your moans so honey smooth.

a/n ; last blurb’s dialogue was definitely… 😟 but all i know is that i’m leaving the longer fics to people like @arquiiva and omg i think i’m back? and i also watched astv so i’m adding that to the topic list in guidelines but yeah i’ll try not to leave out of no where again

© ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO VICKYZANGELS. do not steal, repost, plagiarize, or use my work for anything.

taglist ; @cup1d-lix @imabitchh @arquiiva @verelace @iovemoonyy @everseve

[mattitties]

Boyfriend, pt 2 - matt sturniolo

you guys asked, so i delivered (hopefully)

part 1 here

I left the party last night feeling on top of the world. I recounted everything to my best friend the second Matt had left and she came back to me.

“I came back from the bathroom and saw you guys totally hitting it off, so I just stood back and watched. I thought he was about to bend you over the bar and fuck you right there,” she told me. 

It’s now the next morning and I’m trying to distract myself and not think about the fact that he hasn’t texted me yet. It’s only 10 AM, so I really shouldn’t be worried, but as someone who doesn’t talk to boys literally ever, I am naturally very worried. 

As the hours pass and it’s now 2 PM, I go into my roommate’s room. “Why hasn’t he texted me? Do you think he was just fucking with me? What if I didn’t give him the right number and he’s now texting some other hotter bitch instead of me? What if I was-” I start to ramble before she cuts me off.

“Oh my god, shut up! It’s been like 14 hours, chill out! He’s gonna text you, and if he doesn’t, he doesn’t. We don’t know anything about him, he could be sleeping still or he could be having a busy day. Take a Xanax or something, good gracious,” she tells me, finishing just as my phone vibrates.

I check it absentmindedly, fully expecting it to be my mom or a spam text, but instead I see an unknown number.

Hey it’s Matt, just wanted to see when your free to hang out?

I let out a shriek and show my roommate my screen.

“Fucking told you!” she says excitedly before her face changes. “Oh boy, he’s one of the fuckers who doesn’t know the difference between your and you’re. You gotta fix that.”

“Oh for sure,” I say, starting to type in my phone.

hey :) i’m free tonight or tmr if either of those work

Tonight is good, I can pick you up around 6 and we can get dinner. How does Boa sound?

“Oh my god. He wants to take me to Boa,” I tell my roommate. I’m just about on the verge of vomiting everywhere.

“Oh fuck yeah! Mr. Moneybags over here!” she cheers.

that sounds great!

Sick, whats your addy so I know where to pick up my gf ;)

I give him my address, turn off my phone, and immediately go to my room to take an everything shower and get ready.

I’m finishing up my hair at 5:30 when I get another text: Leaving now, be there in 15 min. I made reservation for 6

I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I was so confident around him last night, but now I feel like a completely different person. I’m terrified I’m gonna be an awkward mess when I get in the car and he’s gonna wonder what happened to the girl he met last night and I won’t even be able to eat I’m so nervous and–

Nope, I’m not worrying anymore. It’s gonna be fine. I triple check everything to make sure I look good, and finally he texts that he’s here.

I grab my bag, go downstairs, and open the front door to our apartment complex, where I’m met with a very familiar face standing next to it. He’s wearing a black short sleeve collared shirt, blue jeans, and a black baseball cap he put on backwards. Man, he looks good as fuck. 

He looks up when he sees me and smiles. “Hi,” he says. “Car’s right there. I was going to come in but then I saw I had to be buzzed into the building and I didn’t know which apartment was yours, so…” It seems that his confidence from last night has lessened quite a bit as well, as now he’s just awkwardly rambling. I find it adorable.

I shake my head and smile. “You’re fine, this is perfect.” I follow his lead to his car, and am surprised when he opens the passenger door for me. “Thank you,” I say as I get in, and he shoots me another quick smile before closing the door and going to the driver’s side. 

“So Boa, huh? You really are trying to show off your YouTube bucks,” I joke.

“Me and my brothers go there a lot, it’s not really that expensive,” he says. 

“Speak for yourself! I was looking at the menu and almost had an aneurysm at the prices!”

He laughs and glances at me. “Well lucky for you, you’re not the one paying, are you?”

We continue our banter for a few minutes before there’s a lull in the conversation. “Do you wanna put some music on? Here’s the aux cord,” he tells me, pulling out a cord.

“Oh,” I say, immediately regretting all my life choices. I am historically NEVER on aux in any situation because my music taste is comprised of Taylor Swift, dad rock, and depressing music. “Um… you may not like my music. We can just play whatever you like.”

He looks at me wearing a tiny frown. “What! You’re the passenger, you get aux. Whatever you play will be fine.”

I sigh dramatically as I plug my phone in and queue Taylor. “Okay, but if you don’t like it, just remember I gave you a chance to say no.” He nods. I watch his face to gauge his reaction as “The Story of Us” starts to play, and I roll my lips into my mouth to hide my laughter when he recognizes the voice. 

“Yayyyy,” he says sarcastically. “I love Taylor Swift…”

The rest of the drive consists of me explaining to him that if he was willing to give her music a try, he would definitely enjoy her music. I was fully expecting him to laugh it off and come back with some smart ass comment about her as nearly every other man does, but he seemed genuinely interested in what I was saying. “You’re right,” he told me. “Maybe we can listen together and you can show me more of her stuff!”

I think I fell in love right there.

When we arrive at Boa, the man nearly eats shit rushing around to open the passenger door for me, and walks slightly ahead of me to get the door for the restaurant. Neither of us have any ounce of the same flirty energy we had last night, but there’s no awkwardness at all. I still can’t believe this is happening. The hottest guy I’ve ever seen, he’s a perfect gentleman, we have so much in common, and he’s actually into me? It seems far too good to be true.

“So,” I say when we get seated, “what exactly made you feel the need to come up to me last night? Did I really look that uncomfortable?”

“Oh, you looked like you were about ready to sink into the floor. I mean, in all honesty, I was kind of eyeing you all night but I didn’t have the courage to come up to you, so I guess I sort of used that as an excuse to do something. Plus saving you from creepy guy and all,” he replies.

“Well, thank you, no matter what your reasoning was.” I look around the restaurant. I feel so out of place, it’s disgusting. I’ve only lived in LA for a couple months, so I still feel like I don’t belong, especially when I end up in the same restaurants that people get papped outside of. But somehow, even in a place like this, I feel oddly safe and at peace with a man that I met not even 24 hours prior. 

I’ve never been much of a great conversationalist; if I’m in a one on one conversation, the other person needs to be a rambler for it to not be awkward. But he’s not a rambler, and we both are just so invested in what the other person is saying that it’s somehow a never ending conversation. We have so much in common – our love for movies, Legos, journaling, us both attempting to get back into reading after going so long without it – I feel like I’ve known him my whole life. It’s so refreshing, and it’s terrifying. I know I’m going to fall for him fast. I may be already, but I can’t be. We just met. 

He pulls me out of my trance by repeating his question. “You ready to go?”

“What? Oh, yeah, sorry. Um, thanks for paying,” I smile as I get up. 

“Of course! What kind of a man would I be if I didn’t pay on our first date?” he jokes. 

“Ohhh, our first date? Does that imply there’ll be a second?” I ask as I get in the car.

“Would you like there to be a second?” 

“I mean I guess…” I smirk at him. We’re both looking at each other, smiling ever so slightly. I want nothing more than to kiss him right now, and I’m 99% sure he wants the same based on the way his eyes are shifting focus from my eyes to my lips. I’m about to lean in when –

“I should get you home.”

Oh. I nod. “Yeah… yeah, probably.” I sit back in my seat.

He turns on the car and Taylor Swift blasts through the speakers. “JESUS–” he yells, turning the volume down as we both start laughing. “I know I said you could show me her stuff but let’s take it down a notch, god damn!”

We don’t talk at all during the drive home, but it’s nice. Just the music in the background, and subtle glances between us every so often. When we pull up in front of my apartment complex, he parks the car and turns it off, then starts to get out.

“You don’t need to get out, it’s okay,” I tell him.

“Well I have to make sure you get into your apartment safe, don’t I?” Again, what a gentleman. I didn’t even think people like him existed anymore. I smile to myself and lead the way, taking him up to the 4th floor and down the hall to my door. “I guess this is where I leave you?” he asks.

“Unfortunately, this is where you leave me.” I’m looking up at him, he’s looking down at me. I can tell he wants to say something, and I hope it’s what I think it is.

He opens his mouth, takes a sharp inhale. “Can I kiss you?”

Bingo. I smile and nod, holding his jaw lightly in my hand. He takes my waist with one hand and the back of my head with the other, and our lips collide softly in a matter of seconds. I haven’t kissed many guys, but they’ve always felt just a little off and I never knew why. But this? This feels right. It’s gentle, but our tongues slip into each other's mouths as the kiss grows deeper. I know I need to stop this here, as much as I don’t want to. I give in for a few more seconds before I pull back. 

“I, um… I need to go inside,” I tell him, completely unable to wipe the smile off my face.

“Okay,” he says, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear. “I’ll text you, because yes, there definitely will be a second date.”

“Good.” I kiss him one last time before I unlock my door. “Goodnight, Matt.”

“Goodnight.”

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i probably won’t do a part 3 because idk how to keep it interesting from here but if you have other fic requests lmk and i’ll do my best 😚

[ellieslittlewh0re]

Stripped - modern!ellie x stripper!reader

wk- 8k-ish (it’s worth it)

additional tags: loser!ellie, reader is slightly described (pale, red/light brown hair, literally picture Lana in tropico bc that’s what I used for reference, oral reader! receiving, fingering reader! receiving, gross ass m*en, mutual pinning, implied homophobia (nothing crazy), childhood friends to lovers??, drug! mention, alcohol! mention,college! ellie mentioned, fluff n smut <3

"Ugh- He's is such a fucking creep."

I mouth frustrations under my breath, taking a seat at the vanity in the back room of the club. I pull crinkled wads of money out of the strap of my thong, smoothing the bills as I counted.

"Who is?" A familiar voice asked me with genuine concern. Camilla, also known as Coco by the customers, was a veteran dancer, a motherly type that all the girls that worked here went to for advice.

"Grabby Gary."

She winced at the mention of his name and shook  her head.

"I don't know why they keep letting him in here. He's a fuckin' perv."

I nod in agreement, taking a deep breath before looking in the mirror. My eyes were red, and my body ached from the early hours of the morning. I applied for this job not because I wanted to, but because I figured it would be a good way to make money fast. My mother, being an alcoholic and her deadbeat boyfriend was a violent drunk.

"You got any plans this weekend, baby?"

I felt a boost of energy at her mention, perking my head up with a smile on my face.

"My best friend is coming tomorrow. She left for college a few months ago and I haven't seen her since. We talk everyday, but it's jus' not the same."

I lower my head, pain in my voice as I remember how fucking empty my life felt when she left me behind. I never told my friend this, not wanting to make her feel bad.. I was happy for her. She was smart and passionate, I mean, who was I to get in the way of her education?

"Does she know you dance?"

I suck air behind my teeth, scrunching up my face.

"...no."

I didn't want her to worry about me and I definitely didn't need her shit for it, but it still worried me.

"You work tomorrow, right? Bring her by, and we can feed her free drinks. It will be fine, now get your ass home and get some sleep. You did good today." Coco reassured me, patting the back of my shoulder before going back out to the stage.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I stir in my bed, the afternoon sun flooding my room, making it unbelievably warm due to the Texas summer heat. I fumble with the sheets, kicking them off my sticky skin. I skim my hand along the bed searching for my phone, peeking at the screen through tired eyes.

12:32 p.m.

I mentally groan before squinting at the missed text's notifications, rubbing my eyes to focus my blurry vision.

Ellie<3: Hey- I'm leaving now I'll be there around 1 Delivered 9:56 a.m.

"Shit."

I throw my body forward, scrambling to the bathroom and turning on the shower.

I search my drawers, pulling out whatever is clean. I trip over my feet as I tug on a pair of denim shorts when the vibration of my phone alerted me.

Ellie<3: I'm pulling in now

My heart started to race, excited, but also incredibly nervous. I quickly finish dressing my self, half-running half-speed walking to the front door.

"Okay-" I take a shaky breath, composing myself before turning the door handle.

"Took you long enough." Ellie said sarcastically, flashing me a smile. I could have cried right then, not realizing how much I've missed seeing her face that I lunged at her, wrapping my arms around her in an embrace.

"Damn- you missed me that much?" Ellie laughed, patting my back hesitantly.

I rest my head in the crook of her neck, breathing in her woodsy scent. I felt immediate comfort wash over me, a sense of safety and nostalgia.

I quickly pull back, realizing I definitely held the hug longer than we both anticipated.

I clear my throat, adverting her eyes.

"Uh- how was the drive?"

I encourage her inside and shut the door behind her.

"S' Fine. Nothing note-worthy-" she pauses in the hallway, glancing down at the battered couch.

"He's still here?"

She points to the man sleeping on the couch, stained white tank that was pushed up to his chest, exposing a bloated stomach.

I ignore the obvious disapproval in her voice, grabbing her wrist as I pulled her through the house to my room.

"How's your classes? Do you like them?" I ask her as I shut the door, making sure to lock it.

Dale, my mom's boyfriend was a real prick. Ellie and him have had their fair share of issues. One ending with Ellie punching him in the jaw after he called her a slur.

"Uh- yeah, yeah. They're good. Except for this one class- the teacher is a dick, but other than that, it's good."

She slid her backpack off her shoulder, tossing it to the floor before taking a seat on my bed.

I sit next to her, now feeling suddenly a lot more anxious in the quietness of my room.

"How are things here?" She lowers her head to me, concern raising in her voice.

"Oh- uh.. you know." I fake a laugh, looking down to my hands.

Ellie remained silent for a second, probably catching on that things here where in fact, not great.

"What's up with those?" She grabbed my hand, turning it over and observing the obnoxious set of acrylic nails.

I let out a more genuine laugh, her bewilderment written all over her face as she traced the edges of the nails.

"It's fr' my job. It's kinda a big thing there."

Her eyes break from my hands and look to my face.

"Waitressing requires talons?" Her eyebrows go up, child-like confusion on her features like if you tell a kid anything, they'd believe you.

"No! Oh my god- I quit the restaurant after you left."

She paused and leaned back, waiting for an explanation. I bit my lip before taking a deep breath, pausing before opening my mouth.

"I work at a club.. like a night club kinda place."

I held my breath as I examined her face, her eyes darting between mine.

"Doing what?"

Ellie's eyes narrowed, her mouth tightening into a straight line.

"It's not a big deal. I actually have a shift tonight and was hoping you'd come. You can drink for free."

My voice strained, desperate to get her on board for the sake of me needing her to understand my position.

Ellie nostrils flared through rapid breaths, stone facing me before looking away.

"So you're a stripper?" Ellie sighed deeply as she rubbed between her eyebrows.

"... yeah." 

Ellie leans forward, elbows resting on her knees, looking around the room before taking a deep breath.

"A stripper? You're barely 19!"

Her voice grows louder out of anger, clearly not approving of my choices.

"I know, I know... but I need to move out. I can't stand living here, Ellie! After you left shit just got more fucked." 

I flail my hands before tucking them back into my lap. I needed her to understand. I needed her to realize how desperate I was and that I didn't take this job just for the experience.

Ellie remind silent for a minute, taking in my explanation.

"I'm sorry- it's just.. I hate the idea of you dancing around naked."

"It's not like that... I mean I'm not completely naked."

I laugh in an attempt to lighten the mood. Ellie cracked a smile, but it didn't seem sincere.

"Will you come tonight? It would help knowing you were there." I ask her, dipping my head down.

Ellie pauses before answering, mentally analyzing how it would play out.

"Yeah I'll go.. but only to beat guys up if they look at you for too long." She said smugly, nudging her shoulder into mine.

"That's literally what I got hired for."

I roll my eyes, trying to down play the heat rising in my cheeks.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I see you still drive that sad excuse for a car."

My eyes remained glued to the screen, taunting Ellie as we played an out-dated version of call of duty zombies on my PlayStation, killing time before I have to get ready.

"It's not sad! It's a Mustang." Her voice pitched, defending her prized possession.

"Yeah... a 2005 Mustang that almost killed you and drained your bank account." I roll my eyes, spamming buttons on the controller.

Amongst our bickering, we lose our concentration causing a horde of zombies to down us both.

The colors on the tv screen loses saturation and text on the screen read: game over you survived 12 rounds

"Aw man. This is totally your fault."

I open my mouth to argue Ellies claim when the door handle rattles, and aggressive banging followed.

"Why the hell is your door lock?! Who's in there with you?" A loud male voice creeped through the  hinges.

I stood up and walk towards the door, turning back to give Ellie a look of "please be cool" before slowly opening the door.

"The hell is all that noise fr?" Dale grumbled, looking rougher than usual. His eyes look behind me into my room, eyes going wide as he saw Ellie, who gave him a wave and a shit eating smile which definitely did not help the situation.

"What the fuck is she doin' here?"

I take a deep breath, putting myself in front of him to crate a barrier in case shit goes south.

"She's jus' staying for the weekend, okay? That's it."

His eyes bulged out of his head, veins becoming more prominent against his now red face.

"Bull fuckin' shit she is! This is MY house."

Dale yells, pouting a finger in no particular direction.

"The only thing you own is a spot on the sex offender registry." Ellie rebuttals. I'd admit it's a good burn, but holy fuck, this was the opposite of being chill.

"The fuck did she jus' say t' me?!"

Dale pushes himself past the door, shoving me out of the way as he v-lined for Ellie.

I grab Dale by the arm, using my body weight to hold him from getting closer to Ellie, who didn't seem affected, if anything, she looked amused.

"Dale- Dale please calm down... she didn't mean it, okay? Just please stop." I spoke calmly to him like I've done so many times in the past when he got this way.

Dale silenced his yelling, looking to me as he breathed heavily, blood shot eyes and a slight twitch in his eyebrow.

I put on a brave face, having done this repeatedly over the last 3 years that he and my mom have been dating.

"She will be gone tomorrow, okay? I'm sorry I should've told you... I can talk to Chris at the club and see what he has, okay?" I spoke sweetly to him even though it made me feel physically sick.

He didn't respond, eyes darting between me and Ellie, then back to be before he stomped out of the room.

"The hell did you say that for?" I huffed, rubbing my eye, and walked over to Ellie, plopping down next to her on the bed.

"Because I hate him." Ellie responded sternly, looking at me like I was dumb for asking such a question.

"No shit, but the least you can do is be in your best behavior, for my sake. I'm the one who has to live with him."

My words came out rushed, annoyed that she wasn't understanding how uncomfortable living in this house truly was.

The way my mom was black out drunk for days on end, how Dale would sneak around outside my room in an attempt to catch me undressing, not to mention the smashing bottles on the wall or the never ending psychological abuse Dale carried out.

"You're right. M' sorry. That was a dick move. I promise I'll be good."

Ellie held her hands up, one over her chest and the other in the air, signaling a sarcastic attempt to keep her promise.

I roll my eyes and bit my inner cheek to hide a smile. I missed her goofy self, the smug way she would tease to cheer me up.

"Okay, fine...you're forgiven'."

I flash a smile, looking at my phone to cheek the time.

"Shit- I gotta start gettin' ready. Do you have to get ready?" I stand, waking to my closest.

"Uh- I don't know, do I?" Ellie asked, sounding concerned that she had no idea how to dress for a strip club.

I look back at her, observing her outfit more closely. A checkered blue and white flannel with a simple white t-shirt underneath, dark washed denim jeans that hung tight to her legs paired with her signature high top converse that she couldn't live without. She looked good.. like really good. No matter what she wore, I always found myself admiring her, even when we were young. She was effortlessly cool to the point it was annoying to me.

"I-I think you're good. I mean, you're a customer. You can wear whatever, I guess."

I turn back around, shuffling through the designated spot in my closet that I lovingly refer to as "skin rash central". Sequins and feathers and other skimpy clothes that look like discarded scrapes from a Victoria secret factory.

"Ugh- don't call me that."

Ellie winces at the choice of words. Customer. She didn't want to be a customer at a strip club where her childhood best friend worked. It felt wrong like she was crossing an invisible line. Only ever dreaming about the possibility if that line were to break, disappear completely, and the term friends would be replaced with something else.

"Don't worry, you don't have to throw money at me... although I wouldn't be opposed to it-"

Ellie shifts uncomfortable in her seat, clearing her throat to hide the fact her cheeks began to burn hot from my comment.

"Im gonna' get ready... uh- make yourself comfortable." I said, motioning my arms in a way that was meant to be funny, but I realized how stupid I must have looked.

Ellie laughs anyway, nodding and shooing me out of the room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Okay... lookin' good."

I turn around, observing myself in the spectacle mirror. A red lingerie set that I've worn a few times before, bows and ribbon that dangled across bare skin. Makeup is simple. Classic. Flawless skin with a wing liner, and big eyelashes that complimented the shape of my eyes. A few carefully placed fake beauty marks along my jaw and below my eye. I decided to keep my hair down, letting the length fall to the lower part of my back, loose, big curls that shaped my face and shoulders.

I take a few deep breaths, leaning my hands against the sink.

"You got this. It's just like very other night." I tell myself quietly in the mirror.

I throw on a jacket and sweatpants, not wanting to reveal myself to Ellie quite yet in case she loses her shit.

"Hey- sorry. I know I took forever. You ready?" I return to the room, glancing to my phone to check the time.

9:47 pm

When she didn't respond right away, I looked up to see why she wasn't responding. To my surprise she was already looking at me, more specifically my face.

"Ellie?" I snap my fingers at her, breaking her trance.

Ellie flinches, blinking her eyes a few times.

"Huh? Oh- yeah. I'm ready." Ellie clears her throat, wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans.

Her behavior confused me, she was nervous when I came back into the room. I figured it was because she was not use to seeing me all glammed up, considering she knew me when I was a little girl, playing in the mud, catching bugs and reptiles in the creek behind the house. 

"Can we take your car? Dale is gon' kill me if I take his truck again." I asked her, focusing on putting an extra pair of shoes in my duffel bag.

"Yeah, that's cool... uh where is the club located?"

I rushed to my vanity, spraying ungodly amounts of sweet smelling perfume along my body and clothes. Panic was starting to kick in. Anxious that this was defiantly not like every other shift. My best friend was going to be there, to watch me dance half-naked for other people's pleasure.

"Further into the city. Don't worry I'll tell you directions. Traffic might be kinda bad though so we need to leave." I finish putting on deodorant, slugging my bad over my shoulder, dragging Ellie along by her hand out of the house and down the driveway to her car.

"Do you want to play music?" Ellie asked, holding the aux cord.

I happily obliged, shuffling through playlists I made specifically for her. I find one that felt just right, clicking it and waiting for her recognize the beat.

"Oh shit! So it's that kinda night, huh?"

Ellie cranked the volume up, tapping the steering wheel with her hand and started to sing along.

I watch her with a warmness building in my heart. Seeing how happy she was listening to a song we have both heard hundreds of times.

It felt like we were teenagers again, driving around in this same car, having no destination in mind as we blasted borderline obnoxious tunes. Ellie was always older, not just physically but mentally.

I realized my feelings for her when I was 15, and she was 17 going on 18. I could never tell her it would just put her in an awkward situation and possibly ruin our friendship, and I definitely didn't want that.

"Turn left at this light and the club will be on the right side. You can't miss it, it has a bright ass pink neon sign out front."

I bit my lip, feeling insecure about the location of this place, not realizing before how fucking sketchy this part of town was.

Ellie turns the car into a parking spot, killing the engine and took a deep breath.

"You forgot to mention it was in east side."

"...sorry. It's not that bad, I promise."

I look down to my phone, checking the time.

"Oh good! We're kinda early. You can get a drink before I go on." I say a little too excitedly, my thought process being she can get shit faced while I worked, in case I make an ass of myself.

I exit the car, tossing my bag over my shoulder and start heading towards the doors. I stopped, realizing Ellie wasn't right behind me, I turn around.

"What's wrong?" I ask her with a puzzled look.

Ellie's face lit up a pink hue from the sign, her eyes fixated on the building.

"Wha- nothing... nothing. I'm comin'." Ellie words faltered, her head hanging low as she made her way to where I was.

I push open the blurred glass door and examine the crowd. It was fairly busy, considering it wasn't even midnight yet, which is when people started to flood in.

"Hey doll- you're early." Coco greeted me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I greeted her with a smile, genuinely happy to see her face.

"Yeah, I thought traffic would be bad-" a awkward silence formed between the three of us, Ellie looking at me and then down to the floor.

Coco sensed Ellie's lack of experience in a strip club, looking at her and holding a well manicured hand out.

"You must be the best friend. I'm Camilla. It's good to finally meet you. She talks about you all the time."

Ellie shook her hand, focusing heavy on her face to avoid looking at what little clothing she was wearing.

"Oh does she?" She let out a nervous laugh, breaking the hand shake and wedging herself behind me. I was humored by how Ellie was acting. Nervous and in full gay panic, being surrounded by a bunch of girls that were half-clothed.

"I'll leave you to it. Have a good night-" Coco kisses my cheek and then points to Ellie, who straightened her stance immediately like she was meeting the president.

"And you, take care of her tonight. She's good at what she does, but she's a magnet for trouble." Coco turns and disappears into the club, leaving the two of us standing awkwardly by the entrance.

I shake my head, covering my face with my hands out of embarrassment.

"Magnet for trouble?" Ellie repeats her words, a smug tone hinted in her voice as she teased me.

"Don't- just... don't. Now, c'mon let's go get a drink." I grab her wrist, pulling her though the club towards the bar.

"2 shots of tequila please."

I leaned over the bar, kicking my feet like a kid in a candy shop.

Fez, the bartender gave me a stern look, rolling his eyes.

"You can't drink yet, doll. We've been over this." He shook his finger at me, trying to sound serious, but he was a gentle giant, sweet and very easily manipulated.

"C'monnnn please. It's a special occasion."

I blink wide eyed at him, pouting my bottom lip.

Fez shook his head, taking a deep breath and pretended to think hard about it.

"Fine... but I swear this is the last time. No more." He turned, slapping two shot glasses down on the bar and filled them to the brim, letting some spill over onto the counter.

I scootch the glasses closer, holding one up for Ellie, which she takes hesitantly. Her one eyebrow raise, and a smirk on her face as she brings the shot to her lips, throwing her head back as she downs the liquor. I copy her motions, swallowing the liquid, feeling it burn my throat as it made it way down.

"Awh- ohmygod... that's foul." I choke out, scrunching my face and pushing the shit glass away.

Ellie was unfazed by the taste, not flinching  in the slightest.

"You're such a baby." She giggles, shaking me by my shoulder.

"Sorry I'm not a frat boy like you." I snark back, feeling pretty pleased with my remark.

Ellie rolls her eyes playfully to make me feel like I won that conversation.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, letting the screen light up.

"Shit- uh I need to get ready for my set. You can stay here and keep drinking- or if you get hungry, I can ask the guys in the back to make you something?" I ramble, covering all my bases to make Ellie as comfortable as possible.

"I'm fine! Just go do your thing." Ellie let's out a laugh, shooing me away. I give her one last worried look before turning away and walking through the club, maneuvering around people and squeezing between chairs and tables.

I get rid of my jacket and sweatpants, switching out my vans for platform heels. Red to match my outfit, straps that accentuate the top of my foot and up my ankle. I button the straps, flexing my foot to make sure it wasn't pinching the thin skin.

I sat at the vanity, the bright bulbs around the mirror gave me a headache. My nerves were spiraling.

I planned my dances tonight with Ellie in mind as a way to welcome her, to still embarrass her even if the two of us were the only ones who knew. "White mustang" by Lana del Rey was my first song, a little inside joke for both of us, that leaked into "summer bummer" purely because that song made me want to dance, not think too hard. Just dance.

"Fuck. Okay, you got this. Jus' go out there and dance. You've done it dozens of times. No biggie."  I voice words of encouragement to myself, wiping  smudged lipstick from the corner of my mouth.

I coax myself with deep breaths, going through the motions of trying to calm the uneasy feeling in my stomach.

"Doll, you're on."

I look at my co-worker, meeting her eyes through the reflection of the mirror. One last deep breath and I walk through the door, leaving the safety of the break/ hair and makeup room.

I walked slowly, carefully as possible to the stairs of the stage, scared I'd break an ankle in my uneasy footsteps. I kept my head low, scanning the crowd to look for Ellie. Lights strobing shades of pink and red, a haze building from the cigars that were being smoked.

My heels clunked the wood stage floor as I take position on the pole, holding it with one hand as I casually swung around it, waiting for my song to start. Yelling and whistling from the handful of men that gathered closest to the stage. I smile at them, waving playfully while still peeking looks in hopes I'd find my friend.

The first cords of the song started to play. I switch to my professional personality, becoming more serious and seductive. I parade myself around the pole, letting my legs fall wide as I leaned against. Dollar bills started to float onto the stage, hooting and hollering as I caressed my body. I engage with the men, bending over in front of them to show them something worth their time.

From the outside, I looked like I was doing my job and doing it well, but internally I was panicking. I couldn't find the one person I wanted to see, but at the same time, if she was watching and I couldn't see her, it was a new nightmare. Curious to know what her face looked like as she saw her once, innocent, childhood best friend.

Ellie waited as patiently as she could, finding a dark corner of the club where less people were. She sipped on a whiskey she ordered, leaned up against a wall.

A sudden burst of cheers and hollering caused Ellie to jerk her head in the direction where it was coming from. A women was walking into the stage, playfully hanging off the pole. The lights made it hard to make out at first, but upon seeing the light brown, almost copper tinted hair, Ellie's eyes widened, almost choking on her drink.

This was a side to her best friend she has never seen before, skin that Ellie's eyes have never been graced by before, at least not to this extent.

Sure, when they were younger they'd change in front of one another, but Ellie always turned away, scared that her friend would notice the changing hues of her cheeks.

Arms stretched outward towards her like a painting depicting a religious experience, and to be honest it felt like one to Ellie. These men begged for the touch of her hand, the words on her lips, but Ellie was the only one who knows what it was like.

The way she smiles so brightly, laughs so fully like she wanted the whole world to hear. How clumsy she truly was even though she danced so gracefully on the stage.

I prance in my heels all over the stage, trying not to make it obvious was trying to avoid the shining lights in my face to look for Ellie. I squint towards the back of the bar. Her familiar frame came into focus, leaning against a wall like she worked here as a bodyguard.

I wave at her, excited to finally have found her. Ellie does a double take before pointing to herself . I nod, not caring that this wasn't part of the routine as I usher her closer to the stage.

Ellie carefully comes closer, stopping a couple of feet behind the handful of men that surrounded the stage. I felt a burst of energy seeing her, knowing that she was still here.

I lower myself to my hands and knees, crawling forward to the men that clasped bills in their fingers. I lay in front of them, arching my back against the scuffed floor, letting money drape over my face.

Ellie held her breath as she watched, never looking away, hell not even blinking, scared she'd miss even a second of the show.

I get back into my knees, hovering above the paying customers as they place the bills in the straps of my thong and bra, letting it snap back only to be repeated. I diverted my attention away from my patrons to meet Ellie, her eyes heavily glued to me. I raise a finger, pointing it at her and curling it, signaling that I wanted her to come closer.

To my surprise she takes a few more steps forward, shimming between the men who gave her dirty glares in return, but she didn't care. Out of everyone here tonight, Ellie was the one who had all of your attention.

Ellie positions herself front and center of the stage. I crawl closer, leaving only a few inches between our faces.

🎶 the day I saw your white mustang-🎶

Ellie's realization of the song made her crack a smile. Even under the colored lights, I could tell she was blushing, cheeks red making her freckles more prominent. I felt my own cheeks cramp, a wide grin on my lips that I definitely couldn't hide.

I watch Ellie's hand disappear into her back pocket, pulling out crisp bills, and slowly, her hand moves to my chest, using her other hand to open the top of my bra as she inserts it gently, smoothing her finger over my cleavage before she retracts her touch.

"You suck-" I mouth to her, rolling my eyes playfully. My body jittery and my heart thumped loudly against my chest. Without much thought, I leaned down from the stage, planting a kiss to her cheek, which left a very prominent lipstick stain to her pale complexion.

My ears perk up to the changing of the song, feeling much more upbeat after our interaction, I jump up and blow Ellie a kiss, which she pretends to grab before she took a few steps back.

I carry on through my set, shaking my ass more energetically to match the vibe of the music. Dollar bills of various worths littered the stage.

Ellie watched from further away, her eyes loom in my direction as she babied her drink, not wanting to risk forgetting this night.

Ellie didn't try to hide how she bit down on her lip, eyes studying the movements of my hips or how I extended my neck to the side, leaving the exposed skin on display for her imagining how she wanted to mark it.

"So... whaddya think?" I ask out of breath from rushing off of the stage as soon as the song ended.

Ellie opens her mouth and closes it again as her face contorted, trying to figure out what to say that was both respectful, and didn't come off pervy.

"I see why that lady said you attract trouble."

I give her a confused look, tilting my head to the side.

"Huh?"

Ellie purses her lips before making a tsk tsk sound with her mouth.

"You were- unreal... it kinda scares me how incredible you were up there." Ellie looks away, rubbing her thumb over the back of her hand that held her drink.

I feel my face heat up, a giddy sensation building inside me.

"I mean I wouldn't go that far, but thank you Els. It means a lot comin' from you." I said sweetly, interlocking my fingers behind me as I rocked back in forth on my toes. I felt like I was in school all over again... like when you have a crush on someone that's way out of your league, but they talk to you anyways.

"Hey doll, Gerald wants a private dance." Camellia interrupts us, sounding slightly apologetic.

"Ugh- fine." I groan, rolling my eyes.

"I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere!" I yell back to ellie as I walked towards the champagne room.

Ellie didn't love the idea of you giving someone a lap dance. She wanted to hold you back, prevent you from walking away, but she didn't because after all, this was your job.... The idea of some old man grabbing you and fantasizing about how he would touch you made Ellie sick.

Ellie waited for your return as patiently as she could. Uneasiness was sinking in, causing her to sip from her glass at a faster pace. She felt a new sensation kicking in as she waited. Maybe it was a sense that she needed to protect you, keep you safe, but no, that wasn't it. It was jealousy. A possessive urge to keep you at arms length. It was a feeling that Ellie desperately tried detaching herself from for a number of years.

"Sorry! That took longer than it should've." I say to Ellie, stumbling back to her slightly out of breath.

"It's fine. When does your shift end?" Ellie's tone shifted. She sounded annoyed, frustrated even.

"Uh... soon." I answer weakly, uncertain why Ellie was acting different towards me.

Ellie didn't seem thrilled with my answer, looking down at her now empty glass and avoiding my face.

"If you want, I can see if I can leave early? It's slowin' down now. I don't think it should be a problem."

Ellie lifted her head, looking at me with wide eyes. Her face lit up at my suggestion, but quickly dwindled.

"You don't have to-"

"Hush. I want to. Plus, I want to spend as much time with as possible... jus' the two of us." I cut her off mid sentence. It was the truth. I didn't want to waste our only time together, not knowing when I'd see her again.

Ellie smiled, her eyes burn into mine causing me to want to lean into her, but she clears her throat when she realized how our gaze lingered.

"Let me go ask." I tell Ellie, resting a hand on her bicep before I turn to leave her again.

"Please! I'm literally beggin' you. Just this once- I won't ask again." I pleaded, holding my hands to my chest, interlocking my fingers in a prayer.

Warren. Aka boss man, looked me up and down, and took a deep breath before rubbing the meaty part between his eyebrows.

"Look- doll. You haven't been working here long enough to be making such requests."

"-and it won't happen again. I swear." I bat my eyelashes a few times in hopes he'd show me some mercy.

There was a few seconds of silence, Warren looked at me and then down to the papers strewn about his desk.

"Fine, but I expect good things from you from here on out. No more slacking."

"Thank you! I promise I will." I rushed over, planting a kiss on his cheek before running out of them room.

I strut over to Ellie, not giving her any time to react as I take her hand in mine and march us out of the building towards her car.

"I guess that's a yes?" Ellie asked, a smug tone hinted on her lips.

"Let's get the fuck out of here." I smile at her as I open the car door.

Ellie does the same, picking a song before she reverses out of the parking spot.

The neon glow of the club's sign was fading behind us as we drove away, windows rolled down to let the cooler breeze of the night swirl around us. This felt like everything I could ever need, ever want. I was happy with just this. The only person who ever looked out for me, who ever cared about me is by my side. I felt safe and loved by her, not really caring if she loved me the same way I loved her.

"I'm sorry I left you." Ellie breaks the silence, turning down the volume of the music so she wouldn't have to yell.

"What? No, don't be sorry. You grew up and so did I. There's nothin' to be sorry about." My voice grew weak as I spoke. It hurt to be reminded that she wasn't a permanent person in my life anymore.

Ellie didn't know what to say to that. She felt the hurt in your voice as you spoke and of how you shifted in your seat. Ellie glanced at you from time to time in her peripheral, taking note how you were still in your 'work' clothes. She quickly reframed herself from starring too hard from how little was being covered.

You turned away from Ellie in the car as you looked out the window, feeling a sense of dread that the night was coming to a close and Ellie would have to leave in the morning.

I felt the engine turn off, an ear piercing silence followed as we both made no effort to get out of the car.

"You ready?" Ellie asked, her voice quiet and gentle.

I nodded, opening the car door and walking up the driveway with Ellie close behind.

Reaching the door, I took out my keys, holding them up to the lock as I took a deep breath, praying that the house was quiet and everyone was asleep or simply just gone.

I creep open the door, listening for any movement and when it felt safe I motioned the coast was clear to Ellie. I shut the door behind us, taking off my heels to prevent the clunking sound on the tile floor.

"Thank-fucking-god." I sigh, falling back into bed, looking up at the plastered ceiling of my room.

"I can't wait to leave and never see this stupid ceiling again."

Ellie lowers herself onto the mattress beside me and looks up to where my eyes fixated before looking down at me.

"Me too." Ellie said absentmindedly, eyes lingering over the skin on your lower stomach and chest.

"Can you bring me with you? I can sleep in your closet or something... people have pets that they hide in there dorms, right?"

I laugh to make it sound like a joke, but it wasn't.

"Trust me. I wish I could." Ellie bit her lip. She couldn't hide how seeing you so close like this and so exposed made her feel. How your breasts pooled over your bra, how the skin between your legs looked so soft and malleable.

I sat up and looked to Ellie when I noticed how her demeanor had changed. Her eyes, usually a bright green where now much darker, more intimidating. My eyes drift to her lips, slightly swollen and glistened from her spit.

Fuck.

I divert my eyes from her face, feeling slightly uncomfortable by how much my body was reacting to her. My thighs squeezed together, my heart pounding and I couldn't stop thinking how much much I wanted to kiss her.

That's when I look at her arms.

Her fucking arms.

The sleeves of the flannel she wore were rolled up to below her elbows, exposing the tattoo on her forearm. The veins in her hand were prominent, trailing upward to her long fingers.

"Fuck-" My inner dialogue slipped, coming out as a whisper.

"I mean-" I try to cover my ass, praying my horny fucking brain to come up with anything, but it was too late.

Ellie leaned forward, putting her arms on either side of me, forcing me to lay back on the bed.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" She asked, tilting her head to the side as a smirk grew on her lips. Her voice sounded different. Low and sensual, unlike I've ever heard from her before.

My breath hitched just from her voice alone, the heat building in my core as she hovered over me.

"Wha- what do you mean?" I stutter, confused and at the same time feeling the effects of the atmosphere change in the room.

Ellie leaned closer, dipping her head so she was inches from my face.

"Still wearing this." Ellie raised her hand, bring her fingers to the strap of my bra and tugging on it.

"Maybe I am." I said barely above a whisper, grabbing her wrist and guided her hand to my stomach before moving it upwards to my chest, encouraging her to touch me.

Ellie's face changed from lust to genuine confusion, eyebrows furrowed and she studied my face.

"This isn't funny."

I shake my head weakly, squeezing her hand that was cupped around my breast.

"I'm not joking, Els. I want you to. Always have."

I bring her hand up and kiss the back of it, making deep eye contact as I leave wet, and sloppy kisses to her skin.

Ellie held her breath as she watched you underneath her, so beautiful and so eager for her touch. Ellie couldn't hold back anymore, all these years of repressing her feelings for you were coming to the surface.

I look up at Ellie, making slow circular motions with my hips as I imagined how Ellie's fingers would feel inside and that was her breaking point. Ellie pulled her hand away, forcing mine above my head as she leaned down and closed the empty space between us.

I moan into her mouth, feeling her lips on mine finally after all these years of only ever dreaming about this moment.

Ellie's lips move sloppily against mine, her tongue grazing over my teeth and exploring the spongy walls inside my mouth.

Ellie breaks away and looks at me, panting slightly from the passionate kiss.

"Are you sure?"

Her eyes were wide, and her brows turned upward. A puppy dog-like expression on Ellie's face caused me to smile, seeing how hard she was holding back just to make sure I was okay.

I simply nodded, reaching up and holding her face to bring her back down to reconnect our lips.

Her hands roamed by body, squeezing my breasts tenderly, but firmly. I did the same to the little amount of skin I could. Lacing my fingers around her forearm, sinking my nails into the flesh.

"Can you take this off? I wanna touch you." I pull away from her lips out of breath, tugging at the hem of her shirt.

Ellie wasted no time, sitting up on her knees and pulling the flannel off her arms, tossing it to the floor.

I gawk at the sight of her as she pulls her shirt over her head, discarding it to the side in one swift motion.

Ellie's stomach was flat and toned, defined ridges that outline her subtle abs that led downwards into a 'v' above the waistband of her jeans.

I bit my lip as I watched, taking in the sight of her.

I bring my hand up and grip the loop in her jeans, pulling her down to taste her again.

I let my fingers slip into her waistband, touching the uncharted territory. Ellie pulls away before I could feel her further, a hungry look in her eyes as her impatience grew.

"What are you doing?" Her voice was low and raspy like pop rocks, igniting your mouth with its rigid edges and leaving a sweet coating on your tongue.

"I wanna feel you." I whine, reaching up to palm her breasts over her sports bra. Ellie let out a muffled whine from the contact, shutting her eyes as she felt me drag a nail over her harden peak.

"You're drivin' me crazy. You know that?-" Ellie says, letting out a low chuckle before weighing out her options.

"Only if I can feel you." Ellie says, negotiating with me as her hand hovered down my stomach, giving me goosebumps as her fingers trickled down the skin.

I nod enthusiastically, gripping the sheets beside my head tighter as I felt her hand palm my pussy, rolling the heel of her hand against my clit.

"Fuu- you're this wet already? I bet I can slip right in.." Her hand continued to grind against the thin fabric.

My back arches under her, swirling my hips against her hand.

"Mm- El... please." I moan, looking up at her with a pained expression. 

"Please, what? Use your words, baby." Ellie said smugly, toying with me as she removed her hand, causing me to cry out from the lack of friction.

"T-touch me. I wan' you in-inside." I stutter over my words, my body wringing beneath her.

"Atta girl."

Ellie lowered herself once again, kissing me deeply, sucking my bottom lip before biting it between her teeth.

I feel Ellie's hand roam my body, tugging and gripping at various parts before she sipped her hand underneath my underwear. Her fingers skimmed along my folds, my slick coating her fingers before she circled around my clit.

My nails dig into the back of her shoulders, breaking the skin but not enough to make her bleed as she picked up the pace on my clit.

My lower stomach clenched and tensed, the heat pilling between my legs and I craved more.

"Ellie- empty.. I need you to fill-"

I was cut off by Ellie's fingers plunging into me over and over again as her fingers curled against my cervix with each thrust. Ellie paused, but only partially as she yanked down my underwear before fucking into me once more.

"FUuu mm-" I cry out, but it was muffled by Ellie's free hand covering my mouth, her fingers digging into my cheeks.

"Shh baby... you have to be quiet." Ellie growled into my ear before kissing the corner of my eye. Tears began to spill down my face from the force of her hand slamming against my cunt. 

I nod as she removed her hand from my mouth, letting it fall to my throat as she gently squeezed it.

I bit the back of my hand, sinking my teeth into the skin as I held back my moans.

"Good girl... such a good girl-" Ellie cooed, placing the occasional sweet and delicate kisses on my face, which didn't line up with what she was doing to my aching core.

Wet sloshes filled the room along with my muted whines from behind Ellie's lips.

I felt a bubbling sensation rising inside me, my mind becoming fuzzy and blank. I felt like I had no control over my body, my limbs becoming stiff  as my eyes roll to the back of my head.

"Els- I'm gonna-" I barely mutter, breaking away from her kiss as my head falls back, pressing deep into the mattress beneath me.

"Cum fr' me, baby girl." Ellie encouraged, her fingers slipping deeper into my cunt with each blow.

I squeeze her bicep, sinking my nails into the freckled skin. Occasional moans that I try hold back escape my lips, no thanks to Ellie. My jaw hung open as I lift my head to watch her fingers disappear then reappear inside me. I couldn't take it anymore, my head rolls back, my eyes shoot to the back of my brain as my stomach tenses, my hips rising with her fingers that continue to fuck into me as she rode out my climax.

I lay on the bed as my cunt continued to throb, taking deep and uneven breaths to try to calm the tingling sensation I felt all throughout my body.

The springs of the mattress creak as Ellie lays down next to me.

"You okay?" Ellie asked, sounding scared like a little kid that got caught stealing candy.

I roll my head over to look at her, her eyes wide and bright that how I always remembered them.

"Yes. I'm more than okay."

I turn my body to face hers, brining my fingers up to tuck a stand of hair behind her ear.

We lay there in silence for what feels like an eternity and I would I've been okay with that. Our hands danced over the skin of our faces, memorizing every curve and line.

"I don't want you to go." I said weakly, almost crying just thinking about her departure.

Ellie cupped my hand that rested on her cheek with her own, rubbing small circles with her thumb to the back of it.

"I know-"

I felt my eyes begin to well and I quickly try to blink them away, but it just made it worse. Tears fall down my cheek and my nose as I softly sobbed.

"Hey- shh.. shhh. It's okay." Ellie soothed me, pulling me into her. I bury my face into her chest as she held me. Her hand soothed over my head, patting it softly as she raked through my hair with her fingers.

I sniffle, pulling away to look at her again.

"I'll be okay. It's just- hard without you here."

Ellie's heart was breaking as she watched you crumble beside her. Your usual carefree and happy self was just a mask that you wore, a mask to make everything seem good and normal when that was the opposite of your life.

Ellie didn't want to leave you just as much as you didn't want her to leave. She couldn't stand the thought of not being able to take care of you, see you everyday and to have you within reach at all times.

Ellie took a shaky breath, unsure if what she was about to say was out of bounds.

"I've been looking at apartments off campus-"

My eyes lit up at Ellie words, confused at first, but equally as excited to know where this was going.

"And if... you want to come live with me in Houston-"

I pounce on top of Ellie, cutting her off before she could finish her sentence.

"Yes! Of fuckin' course I want to live with you!"

My voice became loud and high pitched from my excitement, planting kisses over her forehead and cheeks before I bring my lips to hers, kissing her harder and longer than I intended.

"Okay, okay.. easy there." Ellie laughed, pushing me away to catch her breath.

"I promise I'll get a job and I'll cook and clean-"

Ellie brought her finger to my lips, silencing my rambles.

"Don't worry about that shit, okay? I'm gonna take care of you." Her hand cupped my face, soothing her thumb over my temple.

I fall into her chest, holding her tight, and she did the same. Tears fell from my eyes, not out of sadness from her leaving, but from the happiness that every bad thing that I've ever gone through was going to be that of the past, and now I have something good to look forward to.

"Shit!" I throw my head up, leaving her chest.

Ellie tilted her head, eyebrows raised in confusion from my sudden movements.

"I didn't get to touch you."

Ellie laughed from the genuine disappointment in my voice, pulling me back down to kiss me.

"Don't worry. There will be plenty of time for that."

[ladamedusoif]

Silvered

(Tim Rockford x f!reader)

Pairing: Tim Rockford x f!reader

Word count: ~ 800 words

Rating: Explicit (18+; MDNI)

Content/warnings: oral (f receiving); established relationship; PiV sex; voice kink; Tim is a smooth talker; this is literally just smut; but it’s got some sweetness

Summary: Tim Rockford’s talented silver tongue has a reputation, in more ways than one.

Notes: It started as some horny group chat thots based on that Tim gifset and then my perennial menaces enablers, @julesonrecord and @agentjackdaniels, told me I should post it. So I did.

When you first started dating Tim, you learned quickly that his “silver tongue” was something of a running joke at the precinct. He could charm anyone, his colleagues said - suspect, witness, informant, fellow officers. It was one of the reasons, they said, that he’d been able to rise so successfully through the ranks. Over beers at their favourite bar, you smiled as they good-naturedly teased him about his way with words.

“No need for ‘good cop, bad cop’ with Rockford,” one of the other detectives had said, shaking her head as she swigged her beer. “Just breaks out that voice, and bam - information secured. Silver tongue strikes again.”

That was the first time Tim spent the night. Stretched out on your bed later, you swiftly came to know just how much more that silver tongue could do, beyond winning over informants and cracking cases. How many times did he make you come with his mouth alone, that first night? Three? Four?

No matter the number. It was enough to leave you boneless, yielding, entirely and wholly under his spell. Enough to have you ready and willing to tell him everything, anything, to give him the lot - just as long as he would keep those soft, pink lips sealed tightly around your pussy, and that silver tongue plotting new courses over and around your clit.

He went about the business of eating you out just as he did any case. Lay the evidence out in front of him, study it, and work it methodically, carefully, precisely. He held himself back from getting too excited until he knew when he was on the right track - usually one or two orgasms in, when the wetness was pooling at the tops of your legs and your hips started to buck against his face as he pulled another from you.

Tonight, he’s building you up to a third, languidly swirling his tongue over that sensitive, swollen bud with just the right amount of pressure. He hums contentedly against you, the vibrations reverberating through your centre and enhancing the pleasure all the more. “One more, baby,” Tim mutters, pulling back slightly to survey the mess he was making of you. He slips his fingers into your cunt as he looks up at you, dark eyes glittering and nose still nudging at your mound.

And then he’s back, tongue lapping and swirling and dipping into the wet heat of your pussy like there’s no tomorrow.

The pressure mounts beautifully deep within you - exquisite torment, glorious ache, as you know you’re nearing the edge. Instinctively, you reach down just before you succumb, winding your fingers tightly through Tim’s dark, silver-streaked curls. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but he purrs delightedly at the sensation.

You hold him there for another moment or two, and then pull his head back firmly so that you can see him - and he can see you - as you fall apart on his skilled, clever tongue. His eyes sparkle as they gaze into yours, sharing a moment so erotic, so lewd, and so intimate and soft.

Tim groans with pleasure as he helps you ride out the last waves of your orgasm, revelling in the taste and feel and smell of your sex. You’ve never seen him move up the bed, unzip his pants, and take you so quickly. He cages you with his arms, bends forward to kiss you, and lets you taste yourself on his mouth as he fucks you.

You know he isn’t going to last. Most of the time he’s an expert in that department, always making sure you come first while sustaining your mutual pleasure. He’s gentlemanly like that. Won’t finish until you do.

Tonight, though, the combination of your taste, your wetness soaking his face, moustache, and beard, and above all the way you jerked his head back so you could look deep into his eyes as you came hard against his mouth is just too much. Frankly, Tim thought later, you were lucky he didn’t ruin his freshly dry-cleaned dress pants there and then.

A couple of hard thrusts and he’s coming inside you, moaning loudly as he finds his own release and reward deep within your body. He collapses onto your chest, shifting down to rest his head against the soft, sweat-veiled skin of your breasts.

Tim drifts into the kind of deep, restorative sleep he’s only ever experienced since he started dating you. His breath is warm against your body and you hold him close. Idly, you play with his damp curls, and trace a gentle caress with your thumb along his plush lower lip.

[sapphire-writes]

Down in Flames (modern!HOTD) 6

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pairings: modern!Aegon x Reader & modern!Aemond x Reader

summary: Secrets are revealed and everything comes crashing down at the White Wyrm.

warnings: 18+ spicy stuff below the cut (oral m-receiving, fingering) language

word count: 6.6k

note: this is a long one folks, & a little early because I literally could not wait any longer to share 💚

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You’d found Baela after hooking up with Aegon at the after-party. Shimmying your dress back over your ass, you’d found Baela leaning against a wall, drink in hand. She squealed when she saw you, wrapping you in a hug. 

“Can you believe we’re here?” Baela says, biting her bottom lip. 

You remember it so clearly, the glitter on Baela’s cheeks, the smell of strawberry lemonade vodka she loved so much. That’s what the early days were for; bad liquor and glitter. The whole house vibrated from the music blaring from the speakers. 

“I got dibs on that one,” Baela had said, pointing at Jace.

He’s standing across the room, his brother talking to him, but his eyes keep darting over to Baela. A half smile rests on his face as he runs a hand through his shaggy dark hair. 

You giggled at her, they’d been flirting all night.

“And Rhaena wants him,” Baela said, pointing at Aemond.

Your eyes widened at the tall Targaryen brother, the way he lounged without care ignoring mostly everyone in the room. Rhaena sat to his left, engaged in conversation with him. Aemond briefly met your eye, before you and Baela turned around, trying to appear like you hadn’t been staring. Due to the earlier antics of the evening, it was less than graceful and Aemond totally caught you gawking. 

“Shit that’s Aegon’s brother,” you said, giggling as Baela looped her arms around you. 

“You and Rhae will be sisters then,” Baela giggled, “you good with that? She’s a handful.”

“Ha ha,” you said, bumping her with your hip. 

The rest of the night had been a delightful blur.

You had found Aegon the next morning, asleep on the couch, a pile of people surrounding him. He snored softly, a woman’s arm draped across his chest. 

You remember the feeling of excitement that curled in your stomach, the lingering ache between your thighs. 

“Hey,” you had whispered, “hey, blondie.”

You had poked his cheek, causing his face to scrunch with displeasure before opening his violet eyes. His Cheshire cat grin sent a shiver down your spine. 

“It’s you,” he said, voice rough from sleep.

Gods, you were so into him. 

“It’s me,” you agreed, “you wanna get out of here?”

You held your hand out to him, a lifeline, a promise. Aegon looked around at the position he was in, before clasping your forearm. You pulled him from the couch toward you.

“My hero,” he said, tapping your nose with his pointer finger. 

Doomed from the start. 

He found his phone on the table and scrolled through the messages he missed. You stood waiting, shivering with anticipation under the guise of checking your hair in a mirror that hung from the wall nearest you. 

“Band is grabbing food,” Aegon told you nonchalantly, scratching underneath his chin. 

“Cool,” you said, trying to appear nonchalant. 

Make him chase you, just a little bit. Not too much, he’ll lose interest. Aegon’s eyes met yours through the mirror. He could always see through your facades, even then. But he likes you, you can tell, or he wouldn’t have entertained you this long.   

“You wanna come?” he asks, biting the tip of his tongue.

“I got nothing better to do,” you tell him, shrugging, before turning to face him.

Aegon had looked you up and down, sizing you up. You squared your shoulders, trying not to tremble under his gaze. This was Aegon Targaryen after all. If you showed an ounce of intimidation he would leave you in the dust. 

“Let’s go then,” he said, taking your hand in his.  

You wake from your dream phone buzzing, a glowing text from Helaena filling the screen, lighting up the floor where it lays. You blink, unsure of your surroundings until feeling the warm weight underneath you. You’d fallen asleep in Aemond’s bed, on Aemond himself. 

“Shit,” you whisper, noting the darkness outside his window.

Aemond is awake, holding a book in his hand that is not under your arm. The only light in the room is a lamp beside him.

“Someone texted you,” Aemond says, voice rough as though he hasn’t spoken in a while.

You don’t remember falling asleep, but you were so tired from the previous night at Helaena’s, (not to mention the vigorous fucking) it's not really a surprise. 

“What time is it?” you ask groggily.

“Just after six.”

You groan, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Seriously?”

“Mhmm.”

Damn. Aemond’s dick knocked you out. 

“Sorry,” you tell him, sitting up, “didn’t mean to pass out on you.”

He closes his book, smirking slightly.

“No worries,” he tells you, “it's quite the compliment.”

You feel your cheeks heat up, blushing furiously at his remark. You pull the blankets around your naked form, before reaching off the bed for your phone. Baela has texted you as well, just several question marks. 

“It’s Helaena,” you tell him, as he closes his book. 

“What did she say?” Aemond asks.

You open Helaena’s message, blinking at the brightness of the screen and her creative use of the caterpillar emoji. 

“Did you guys know you’re supposed to play tonight?” you ask, turning toward him.

“Not likely now,” Aemond says, shrugging. 

You freeze suddenly, listening to the sounds of the apartment. You get up out of bed, bringing the blanket with you to cover you. 

“Where are you going?” Aemond asks, a slight smirk on his face. 

You poke your head out into the hall. The apartment is dark, there’s no light coming from Aegon’s room. You swallow before turning back to face Aemond.

“He’s not here,” Aemond answers your unspoken question. 

You can’t help the worry that curls in your gut. Aegon missing will probably never not set your teeth on edge. Once when you were first dating he disappeared for a week, reappearing at rehearsals like nothing had happened. He’s reckless and stupid. Mostly stupid. He just doesn’t think, ever and you’ve felt like his reality check these past couple of years. 

“Where do you think he is?” you asked, holding the sheets closer to you. 

“Somewhere distasteful, I’m sure,” Aemond says, rising from the bed.

Your face flushes as he walks toward his closet completely naked. You look around the room awkwardly as he fishes for some clothes, hoisting a clean pair of sweats on his lower half. You wet your lips, tilting your head toward the ceiling. 

“Need a shirt?” Aemond says, glancing at you, a sly grin on his face.

“Sure,” you squeak and he tosses you one.

You slip it over your body, letting the sheets fall. The soft cotton caresses your skin, covering you nearly to the tops of your knees. It smells like Aemond. Like clean laundry and the expensive cologne he wears. 

Aemond turns to you, leaning against his wall. You look into the mirror that hangs on the back of his door attempting to fix your messy bedhead. You meet his eyes. 

“Now what?” you say, unsure of what to do.

This is uncharted territory for Aemond and you. 

“Now dinner,” Aemond says, walking toward the door. 

You follow him into the kitchen. Late evening light is just starting to peek through the curtains as the sun sinks lower into the sky, ready to disappear behind the horizon. Tendrils of golden light begin to shrink across the floor with every passing second. You glance at Aegon’s door. He’s definitely not here. No sounds, no snoring. Nothing. Another bender then. It’s what you should have expected after ending things but you’re still worried. 

“Any requests?” Aemond asks, opening the fridge. 

You hoist yourself up onto the counter. The action sends a shiver rolling through you at the memory of you and Aemond’s first time. 

“Mac and cheese?” you ask him. 

You know there are some boxes there. You always kept some stocked up. 

Aemond closes the fridge and moves toward the cabinets, pulling out a box of mac and cheese. He starts boiling water on the stove before turning back to you. 

His pupils dilate, seeing you sat up on the counter in nothing but his shirt, and he takes his lower lip in between his teeth. You hold his gaze for a moment, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up before your phone buzzes. It continues and you look, seeing who is calling you. The name lights up the screen. 

It’s Cregan. 

Your heart launches into your throat. Shit, you’d practically forgotten about him. You left in such a hurry the other night after Aemond and the bathroom and the fight, there wasn’t even time to say goodbye. Aemond looks at your phone as it vibrates on the counter. 

“I’ll just let it go to voicemail,” you tell him, having every intention of ghosting Cregan. 

Aemond’s mouth quirks, and his eye narrows. 

“Answer it.”

Your mouth goes dry and you’re sure Aemond can hear your heart beating. He clicks his tongue.

“C’mon, don’t be rude,” he tells you, lowering the burner, and stirring in the pasta. 

You hesitate for another ring before picking up your phone and holding it to your ear. 

“He-hey Cregan,” you stutter as you answer the call.

Aemond stirs the pot, before facing you, leaning back against the counter. You nervously chew your bottom lip watching him. 

“Hey Y/N! Glad I caught you,” Cregan answers cheerfully, “sorry for the random call, I don’t mean to bother you.”

“It’s no bother!” you tell him as Aemond walks closer to you. 

Your eyes widen as he walks up to you, standing in between your legs, resting his hands on either side of you, gripping the counter. He looks directly at you, a smile playing at the corner of the perfect pout of a mouth he has. His violet eye scans your face, falling to your lips.

“Cool, I just wanted to check in on you,” Cregan continues, “since the other night got a little crazy.”

Aemond reaches a hand up, running the rough pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, releasing it from its trap between your teeth. You feel your chest tighten at the action, the back of your neck tingling.

“Yeah definitely crazy,” you tell him, forcing out a breathy laugh. 

Aemond lowers his head to the side that doesn’t hold your phone to your ear. You can feel his breath against your throat. Your lashes flutter and you wet your lips as he places a kiss on your neck, just below your ear. 

“Yeah and I know your ex was in the fight, so I get why it might be upsetting,” Cregan tells you. 

You have to readjust your grip so the phone doesn’t slip as Aemond continues to kiss the side of your neck. A wave of desire ripples through you, pooling at the junction of your thighs. Your legs clench around Aemond and he chuckles softly. 

“Yeah it was scary,” you breathe, eyes rolling back, head tilting to the side allowing Aemond more access. 

He hums against the skin of your throat, lips passing over the fading marks from your first rendezvous. They’re sensitive still and Aemond leaves tender kisses on top of them, making you choke back a whimper. 

“Totally,” Cregan says, though his voice sounds far away.

Aemond’s hand has found its way under the shirt you wear, it's creeping up your side making you shiver. The action is playful, tickling your ribs making you stifle a giggle.

“You okay?” Cregan asks, “I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

So sweet. So kind of him, and yet all you can think about is Aemond’s lips on your skin, his hand that palms your breast. Fuck it's addicting, the feeling of him on you. His teeth scrape against your neck and you let out a breathy sigh, unable to hold it in.

“Uhh Y/N?” Cregan asks, “are..is everything okay?”

“Yes!” you tell him, as Aemond kisses your jaw, “yes, thank you Cregan I’m just…just still a little shaken up that’s all.”

You can feel Aemond’s grin against you. 

“Would you, maybe, want to grab a drink or something soon?” Cregan asks, his voice is hopeful, “maybe have a less crazy night?”

“Umm,” your thoughts are racing out of your head as Aemond’s mouth latches onto your earlobe. 

His hand still massages your breast, squeezing and tugging at your hardened nipple. You can feel your inner thighs growing slicker with your arousal. 

“I’m not sure if I’m ready yet,” you tell Cregan, “I’m sorry.”

Aemond’s lips have found your cheek, ghosting across until his mouth hovers over your lips.

“Oh, yeah,” Cregan answers, disappointment evident in his voice, “I get that.”

“I’m sorry Cregan, I really have to go,” you tell him as Aemond’s other hand tangles in your hair.

“Yeah that’s oka-” you hang up before he finishes as Aemond crashes his lips onto yours in a burning kiss. 

You moan into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him closer to you by hooking your ankles around his waist and grinding against him. Suddenly, he stops kissing you, pulling away. 

“What?” you ask, wondering why he’s stopped. 

“We have dinner,” he tells you, dropping his hands from you, and uncrossing your legs from his waist, leaving your hold. 

Your lips have parted in shock, the throbbing between your legs matching your heartbeat. Aemond walks back to the stove, finishing the mac and cheese. You sit panting, trying to regain your thoughts. Aemond glances at you before chuckling.

“You are such an ass,” you breathe, but it's followed by a laugh. 

“Am I?” he asks, bringing the pot over to you. 

“Yup,” you tell him, popping the ‘p.’

Aemond hands you a spoon, and you take a bite, realizing how hungry you were. 

“Thank you,” you tell him as he dips his spoon in. 

“Not a problem, princess,” he tells you. 

You eat like that, you on the counter, him leaning against it sharing the mac and cheese out of the pot you’ve cooked it in. It's easily the best meal you’ve had in this apartment. 

“You know,” you tell him between bites, “I think this is the first civil meal we’ve had together.”

Aemond smirks at that, meeting your gaze. 

“There’s still time,” he jokes.

You’re quiet for a moment while continuing to eat. It feels so odd to be just hanging out like this. You watch him closely, how he holds his spoon between his dexterous fingers. Aemond meets your eyes and you smile softly. 

“I thought you hated me,” you tell him.

“I never hated you,” he tells you, honestly. 

You narrow your eyes, thinking back on the past two years. You and Aemond had your fair share of heated moments. It seemed like from the very beginning you were destined to piss each other off. 

“You definitely hated me,” you argue, but he shakes his head chuckling softly.

“Oh yeah?” 

“What about the time I puked in the living room?” you tell him, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope,” he answers, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Or the time I stole your car to drive to Riverrun,” you tell him.

Aemond frowns, dropping his spoon momentarily, eyebrows creasing together. 

“That was you?” he answers, thinking back, “Not even then.” 

You smirk at him then. 

“What about last year’s Christmas party?” you ask, a mischievous smirk on your face.

Aemond glares at you then, and you know you’ve got him. 

“I knew it,” you tell him but he only shakes his head at the memory. 

“Did you hate me?” he asks you suddenly. 

You think about it for a moment, all the arguments that seem silly looking back on them.  

“I don’t think so,” you answer, “not really.”

He nods and you continue eating. 

“So,” you continue, eyeing him, “you really want to give this a try?”

You motion between the two of you. If there’s one thing you’re definitely done with, it's men not defining the relationship.

“This?” he teases, mimicking your movement.

“You and me,” you tell him, “you and me together.”

Aemond stares at you a moment more, with such intensity you’re sure you will burst into flames under his gaze. The way he looks at you steals the breath from your lungs. Has he always looked at you this way? You’re starting to forget what once was glares and sharp words shared between you two.  

“Yeah,” he answers, “I’m in.”

“This is going to make a lot of people really mad,” you tell him. 

Aemond finishes eating, dropping his spoon and leaving the last scoop for you. 

“The thing is,” he says, “I don’t really care what anyone thinks.”

You raise your eyebrows at him. Surely, he can’t be serious. He tilts his head to the side.

“I’m serious,” he says, “Sure, I feel bad for Rhaena, I shouldn’t have kissed her. But before then I’d never given her the impression that there was anything between us. Ever.”

Your chest tightens, you know it's true. But it doesn’t ease the feeling in your stomach, the hurt you know Rhaena will feel over this. Over you two. 

“I don’t give a fuck what Aegon thinks,” he continues, “not one bit.”

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself. 

“Okay,” you tell him, pushing yourself off of the counter, “I’m in.”

It was going to be a long night.

“Helaena said we should be making our way to The White Wyrm later,” you tell him, putting the pot in the sink.

The White Wyrm. A cute bar. More lowkey. Perfect for revealing secrets. 

“Sounds good,” he tells you, as you face him crossing your arms. 

“You’re absolutely sure about this?” you ask, giving him one more chance to back out. 

A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, his chiseled features seem to soften slightly. 

“I’m sure about you,” he answers. 

Something in your stomach stirs, a pleasant fluttering of butterflies. Warmth spreads through your body, but it's not an unpleasant feeling. Aemond’s words hang in the space between you. 

“Okay,” you tell him, walking by, “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Got it,” Aemond says, watching you walk down the hall. 

You turn before reaching the bathroom, a cheeky smile on your face, feeling brave. 

“Want to join me?” you ask, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. 

You watch as Aemond’s tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek. You raise a brow at him flirtatiously, backing up and entering the bathroom. You quickly turn the shower on, stripping his shirt from your body and tossing it into the hall, before hopping into the shower. 

You let out a squeak as the cold water hits you, and your heartbeat pounds erratically in your chest. As the water warms and steam fills the room, you hear the creak of the door, and the soft thud of clothes hitting the ground. You close your eyes, dipping your head under the stream of water, anticipation tingling across your skin as the water glides down. The shower curtain opens, and a rush of cold air enters as Aemond joins you. 

You open your eyes, blinking away the water that beads on your lashes, looking up at him. The water splashes on his chest, dripping down to his hard length. Your eyes fall to it, mouth watering at the sight. You feel silly, but he’s got such a pretty cock it makes your eyes widen.

You’re still very much aroused from Aemond’s earlier teasing, so it takes all but a moment for you to wrap your hand around his cock. His jaw slacks as you pump him in your hand, thumb swiping across the weeping pink tip. 

“Fuck,” he moans, as you sink to your knees in front of him.

He’s almost too big to take completely, you realize this as you begin to ease him into your mouth, lips sliding over the length of his shaft. His cock pulsates in your mouth as you hollow your cheeks, feeling him hit the back of your throat causing you to gag slightly.

You look up at him through your lashes, as he glides his hand through your hair, the other bracing himself against the shower wall. Aemond’s eyes are hooded with pleasure, and you maintain eye contact as you begin to bob your head around the length of his shaft. 

You bring your hand to his balls, gently fondling them, which earns a breathy moan from him. You get a wicked gleam in your eye as you continue to pleasure him with your mouth, the sounds of wet suckling lost in the noise of the shower. 

“Just like that, fuck,” Aemond growls once more, looking down at you.

You hum around him, pleased with the reaction you’re getting. It’s kind of nice to have him at your mercy for once, have him eating out of the palm of your hand. 

“You’re so perfect,” he praises, “so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

Eyes watering you bring up your hand to help you pump his length as drool spills from the corner of your mouth. Aemond’s hips twitch, causing you to gag again. 

“Fuck I’m gonna-,” he tells you, and then you feel the twitching of his cock, the hot salty streams that paint the back of your throat as he moans out your name. 

You release him, a strand of saliva connecting your slick, swollen lips to his tip. And then he’s helping you to your feet, pushing you under the stream of the shower, kissing you so vigorously you think you might implode. 

And then you feel Aemond’s fingers stroke between your wet folds and any semblance of you having the upper hand flies completely out the window. 

“Aemond,” you whine against his smiling mouth. 

“What?” he murmurs back, fingers teasing around your entrance. 

You know he’ll torture you until you’re begging, you’ve learned that rather quickly. 

“Please, I need you,” you tell him, body completely flushed. 

Two of his long fingers push easily inside you, crooking against your sweet spot making you gasp. It’s like he needed one time, one fucking time, with his fingers inside your pussy and he’ll forever know which spot he needs to press to make you crumble around him. 

“Mm such a good girl you are,” he breathes, pumping his fingers into you, “you know exactly how to get what you want, don’t you?”

Your mouth falls open as he works you, as he drops his head to your neck once again. Aemond’s thumb circles your clit as he presses hot kisses across your neck, jaw, and your shoulders. Water from the shower runs down your body and Aemond laps it up as though a man who hasn’t had water in days. 

The combination of things, his hands, his fingers, his mouth, the slickness of his toned body pressing against yours, have you shaking against him. Aemond hums against your shoulder. 

“You gonna cum already?” he teases, “such a needy little thing, my brother didn’t take care of you at all did he?”

A shiver rolls through you at the mention of Aegon. Aemond’s adds a third finger and your knees nearly buckle. 

“Did he?” he repeats.

“No,” you whimper, “Fuck, Aemond you make me feel so good.”

Aemond’s eye lights up at your words, as though they have ignited a fire within him. 

“Come on, give it to me,” Aemond demands, fingers pressing into you just right; the way he thrusts his fingers inside you while massaging your clit has you seeing stars.

Your legs are trembling and you let out a garbled moan as you find your release, pussy clenching and spasming around his long fingers. Aemond shortens your moan with a kiss, sliding his warm tongue into your mouth. The shower takes much longer than you anticipated, as you and Aemond remain until the water turns cold once more.

You arrive at The White Wyrm together; the small bar is bathed in pearly light, and the ceiling appears as though a starry midnight sky. A neon sign hangs behind the stage, its blue lights reading “mistress of whispers.”

It's not the sign that catches your eye, but rather the people onstage. Jace and Luke are alone onstage, playing a simple song together. Luke is even singing, something he rarely does and you notice the redness on his cheeks. He’s probably nervous beyond belief. 

You glance at Aemond, whose eye is locked on the brothers onstage. His expression is almost unreadable. 

You spot Rhaena and Baela near the front of the stage nursing drinks, along with Helaena. Helaena spots you not a moment later, whispering to the twins before making her way toward you and Aemond. Her lavender eyes flicker between Aemond and you, but she makes no comment of your arrival together. 

“What the fuck is this?” Aemond snarls, motioning to Luke and Jace onstage.

Helaena rolls her eyes.

“Relax,” she tells her brother, “they’re gonna play for a bit and then when Aeg gets here, we’ll do some acoustics when they step off. I’m thinking we can do at least a couple of songs...”

“Where is he?” Aemond growls, interrupting her.

“He’ll be here, I texted him,” Helaena assures him. 

Something feels wrong, seeing Jace and Luke play together alone. Dracarys has had its fights before, but nothing like this. Nothing like the band being cleaved in two. 

“Guys! Guys!” Aegon’s voice calls and you can see his silver head poking through the crowd. 

Jace and Luke keep playing, their faces growing angry with Aegon’s appearance. Baela has noticed the arrival as well and grabs Rhaena’s arm, making her way toward you. You look at Rhaena, her eyes warm and inviting. Baela hasn’t told her. Yet.

You meet her eyes, there is a steely look behind them. Time’s up, she seems to say.

Aegon pushes through the crowd, dragging someone with him. A girl, you realize as he makes his way in front of you. Pretty, beautiful really, with long dark curls and cobalt blue eyes. She’s a giggling mess, long arms wrapped around Aegon, making her look like she’s attached to him. 

Aegon’s grin spreads across his whole face. He looks disheveled, eyes bloodshot and pupils sluggish. 

“Hel! Holy shit!” he shouts, reaching for his sister and kissing her sloppily on the cheek.

Helaena wipes away the kiss, a surprised and concerned expression on her face. She takes in the girl Aegon has dragged with him before looking back at her older brother.

“Who’s this?” Helaena asks.

“I’m Cass!” the girl giggles, and Aegon turns his head as though realizing she is still attached. 

Aegon wets his lips, running a hand through his hair.

“You’ll never fucking believe this,” Aegon begins, “because everything was just so crazy, right? Everything is just so wild since Nyra and like, life is so insane-”

“Spit it out,” Aemond snaps, growing impatient. 

Aegon glances at Cass and they both erupt into shared giggles. Aegon grabs at her and you see it. The glittering diamond rests on her left hand.

Your ring. 

“We got married!” Cass squeals, wiggling her fingers for you all to see. 

“Oh shit,” Baela says, eyebrows shooting to her hairline. 

Aegon grabs Cass’s hand, kissing her knuckles, causing more giggles. Rhaena’s jaw is on the floor. Helaena’s forehead wrinkles with confusion. 

“We so wanted you all there, but Eggy here-” Cass begins. 

“Eggy?” Helaena says, wrinkling her nose.

Cass only nods, her face the picture of excitement and happiness.

“He just couldn’t wait! We just had to so we went all the way to Starry Sept,” Cass says, stopping to smile, clenching her teeth together in pure ecstasy. 

You haven’t breathed since seeing the ring.

“You went where?” Helaena asked, “Aegon we were worried sick.”

“I’m here now, me and my wife!” Aegon said, kissing Cass’s cheek dramatically. 

Aemond calls your name. Aegon meets your eyes then. There’s no remorse there, there’s nothing at all. It's as though he’s looking at a stranger, a ghost. You feel Aemond’s hand on your wrist, and you look up at him. His violet eye is understanding as he squeezes your wrist. It acts like a button he’s pushing and you inhale a sharp breath. 

“It’s okay,” Aemond murmurs, “come on.”

He’s leading you away, out of the crowd, arm snaking around your waist. You turn back, locking eyes with Aegon once more before the emergency exit door slams shut behind you.

“What’s that about?” Aegon says through a laugh, a playful smirk on his lips.

Helaena doesn’t return his grin, watching him with wide lavender eyes. 

“Hel?” he asks, still smiling.

Aegon’s eyebrows knit together, his lips part. Something clicks in his head, the smirk falling from his lips. He takes a step forward, following you. 

“Aegon, don’t!” 

It’s Helaena who speaks as Aegon starts after you.

The cool air hits you as you walk outside and Aemond turns around rubbing his hands up and down on your arms.

“You okay?” he asks.

You don’t know what to say. You don’t know how to feel. Nothing. All this time. It was nothing.

You meant nothing. 

You hear the metal creak of the door, its following slam against the stone wall. Your name is a growl, snarled from his mouth, spat onto the ground. Your face hardens and you turn to him.

Aegon walks down the steps, his face angry.

“What’s this?” he says, wiggling a finger between Aemond and you.

“Aegon,” Aemond says, voice low in warning. 

Aegon frowns, shaking his head, looking only at you. You can feel your chest rising with your breath, each inhale making you shake.

“I’m talking to you,” he says pointing at you, “Y/N. What is this?”

You don’t answer. You can’t answer. But that in itself is all Aegon needs.

He lets out a mad laugh. 

“My brother,” he says clapping his hands, “my fucking brother?”

Your anger boils over and you find your voice. 

“You’re really mad at me right now? Aegon you just got fucking married!” you scream. 

Aegon is still laughing, it's a mean sound that makes you want to burst into tears. He’s laughed like this before when he’s beyond wasted and feeling cruel. His smile is one of utter disbelief, like he never fathomed the thought before seeing it in front of him. 

“Fucking my brother? Was he who you wanted this whole time?”

Aegon sneers then, a pained look on his face. 

“Or were you really some groupie slut all along. Suppose it doesn’t matter whose dick you ride next. As long as you get a front-row seat.”

Anger courses through you and you’re pushing toward him. You can’t believe him. After everything you two had been through, after all you put up with. For him to suggest he never mattered to you at all. Hot tears pour down your cheeks as you push him in the chest, so hard he stumbles backward. Aegon chokes out another laugh, dazzling smile slashed across his face. 

“You’re a fucking whore,” he spits at you and you lunge at him again. 

“All I wanted was you!” you scream at him, “all I ever fucking wanted was you!”

You’re screaming still as arms wrap around you, pulling you away from him. You barely hear as Jace comes outside, Helaena has enlisted his help. Jace stands between you both, placing a hand on Aegon’s chest as he tries to yell obscenities at you. He’s smiling all the while, though tears paint tracks down his cheeks. 

“C’mon man, let's back off,” Jace says, holding Aegon back.

You’re taken back inside by Aemond, Helaena opening the door and following you both inside as you collapse into sobs in the hallway. 

“I’m so fucking stupid,” you sob, tears stinging, “I was so fucking stupid.” 

You feel a hand stroking your hair, familiar long fingers. You lean into Aemond’s chest as he sits beside you, sobs wracking through your frame. You can feel the firmness of his chest, his arms cradling you against him, holding you through your shakes. Helaena kneels in front of you, stroking the hair from your face. 

“Shh,” Aemond murmurs, pressing his face into your hair.

“I hate him,” you sob into his chest. 

“I know,” he answers, continuing to stroke your hair. 

“Y/N?” a small voice says, causing you to look up.

Rhaena.

Her eyes are wide, glistening with tears. You don’t even have to wonder if she heard. Even if she didn’t, her eyes flicker around you and Aemond, taking in the way he’s holding you, the way he’s soothing you.

Rhaena’s lips part and she tilts her head back slightly, releasing a breathy sigh. Her mouth turns up in a smile, but it's not a happy one. More like one of utter shock and disbelief. As if suddenly everything makes sense.

“You’re fucking Aemond?” she asks.

There’s no anger in her tone, which is almost worse. It’s all heartbreak. It’s all betrayal as a tear rolls down her cheek. Her lower lip wobbles.

“Rhae-”

“I have to go,” she says, turning. 

You push yourself up, leaving Aemond behind as you chase after her. Desperation pushes its way up your throat, you feel like you might be sick. 

“Rhaena please wait, please let me explain-”

“Explain?” she says, turning around.

Her brows are furrowed, and more tears leave streaks down her face. 

“You knew how I felt about him,” she says, voice shaking, “you knew, Y/N.”

“I know.”

There’s nothing else to say. 

“Was it before or after I kissed him?” she asks, crossing her arms. 

You don’t answer for a moment, your face falling with anguish as tears begin to cloud your vision. Shame curls in your gut, sitting in your stomach like a rock.

“After,” you whisper. 

Rhaena scoffs, flushing with the anger she feels now coming to the surface.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she snaps, “Right after had his fucking tongue down my throat?”  

Her words sting as though she’s slapped you. 

“I’m sorry,” you tell Rhaena, “I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“I can’t hear this right now,” Rhaena says holding her hand up to stop you, “I just, fucking can’t.”

The tears are spilling down your cheeks. You’ve never felt so desperate. The thought of losing Rhaena makes your head start pounding, your words can’t be stopped as you try and make her understand. 

“Rhae please,” you beg, “please I never meant to hurt you, ever.”

“You didn’t mean to hurt me?” Rhaena asks, incredulously, “What did you fucking expect?”

She wipes at her cheeks, her face contorting with anger as though she’s mad at the tears that spill.

“You chose Aegon,” she accuses, “you chose him.”

“I know,” you tell her. 

She stares at you, cheeks wet from her tears. There’s nothing else to say. She crosses her arms over her chest, biting her lower lip as though trying to stop what she says next.

“He’s just gonna fucking break you heart too,” she snaps.

You inhale a sharp breath at the harsh words she throws at you. Rhaena’s not one for being mean, but then again you can’t remember actually ever fighting with her at all. She notices the hurt expression on your face, it mirrors her own, and you can see a hint of regret in her eyes. But she blinks and it's gone.

“I’ll see you later,” she says, turning on her heel.

“Rhae please, please I’m so sorry!” you cry, the tears continuing to flow. 

You’re still calling to her, even when she disappears down the hall out of sight. 

Jace comes back inside then, alone. Helaena glances at him, and he shakes his head. She stands up then, moving past him toward the door.

“Aegon?” Helaena calls, pushing the door open.

Jace looks at you, his expression pained, as Aemond comes to stand next to you. You can’t look at him, not yet. The shame is too fresh.

He’s just gonna break your heart too.

“Aegon!” Helaena calls into the night. 

There is no response. 

“Who’s this?” Luke had asked as you sat at the table with Aegon. 

The restaurant was cute, a little breakfast joint, and it was still early enough that you were the only ones there. A cook stands at the grill in the back as the lonely hostess walks away from the register, disappearing into a back room. 

“I know you,” Helaena had teased, as the bell rang and Aemond walked through the door before claiming the seat next to her.

“Where’s the coffee?” Aegon asked, sunglasses still on his face. 

He slung an arm around your shoulder, as Jace and Baela appeared walking through the door. Baela bit her lip, eyes wide as she spotted you. Rhaena was missing, she hadn’t walked in with Aemond. You wondered how on earth they got off on the wrong foot. Rhaena was a delight.  

“Coffee here yet?” Jace says, echoing Aegon’s earlier statement. 

Luke looked at Baela, eyebrows knitting together as Jace dragged another table over, connecting it to the one you sat at. He held a chair out for Baela to sit in.

“Hey, don’t you have a sister?” Luke asked.

“Twin,” Baela nods, brushing a curl behind her ear, “actually she was around last night-”

“Twins?” Aegon said suddenly interrupted, sunglasses falling further on his nose revealing his bloodshot lavender eyes, “Well done Jacie boy.”

“Aegon, shut up,” Jace said, sending Baela an apologetic grin.

Luke watched the exchange, eyes bouncing around the room. 

“Where is she?” Luke asked.

Baela shrugged, looking at her phone. You glanced at yours as well. No new messages. 

“Looks like she went home,” Baela answered, eyes flickering toward Aemond.

You followed her gaze, watching Aemond examine the menu. Helaena held up a spoon, gazing at her reflection baring her teeth. She groaned, attempting to fix her smudged lipstick. 

“This won’t do, I need a mirror,” she said standing. 

“I’ll come with,” Baela said, causing Helaena to smile.

“I need coffee now,” Aegon said, groaning before getting up.

You watched him walk to the counter, reach behind it and pour himself a mug of coffee. Jace stood, walking over to him, mug in hand. You watched as Aegon continued to pour, grabbing more mugs to fill for the rest of the table. 

“Luke!” Jace called, “come help us carry these!”

Luke got up, squeezed by Aemond who sent a murderous glare his way. You leaned back in your chair, left alone with Aemond. You tapped your fingers against the table, catching his attention. 

“You know,” Aemond said, a strange glint in his eye, “Aegon doesn’t do relationships.”

You meet his gaze, violet, and sapphire. He means to intimidate you, you know it. This is another test. Aemond’s gaze is cold, his mouth set in a tight pout. 

“That was before he met me,” you answered, with a roll of your shoulders.

Aemond raised a brow at you, sizing you up. You stared back, gaze unfaltering. 

“Oh really?” he said, looking away, “you’re awfully confident.” 

He’d seen nearly hundreds of girls in your same position before. You were surely destined to be another one of Aegon’s flings. You’d be gone in a week or two. A month, maybe, if Aegon really enjoyed your company. 

“Mhmm,” you told him, forcing a smile and narrowing your eyes, “I’m life changing.”

Aemond watched you as you took a cup of coffee from Aegon, as the boys returned to the table. 

“You’re staring,” Helaena murmured as she returned, so low only Aemond could hear her. 

“Hmm,” he said, returning his gaze to the menu before his eye flickered toward you again.

He watched as Aegon slung his arm around you as he sat, pouring sugar into your cup without asking. Watched you drink it anyway, a determined gleam in your eye as you laughed at something he whispered in your ear. 

You were all in.

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[effervescentbee]

Hobie loves baking and has always wanted to bake with family (someone like a parent, a grandparent, or a sibling) after hearing people around him talk about baking/cooking with their family. Seeing as Hobie didn't have any family he could bake with he gave up on the idea but he never stopped wanting it

Fast forward years later he meets miles and they start dating. Hobie meets his parents and at first is nervous and a bit scared, after all these are the parents of his boyfriend, these are the people miles went against the whole spider society for, these are people important to miles, and Hobie didn't know what he'd do if they didn't like him

Hobie is pleasantly surprised when miles parents adore him. He pulls at Miles dads heartstrings with how much he resembles his brother and he just can't dislike him, especially since he sees how absolutely in love he is with miles

Mrs. Morales is no different, she immediately loves Hobie and how respectful he is towards her and her son and clearly sees the love and adoration Hobie has for miles

Slowly Hobie starts to relax around hobies parents and isn't on edge all the time when they're around. One day when Hobie comes to visit miles he's isn't home, it's only his mom.

Hobie gets told miles won't be long and he can hang out with her while he waits. Miles does in fact take a long time to come back. Nearly an hour later Mrs Morales asks Hobie to help her with baking something for dessert just so they have something to do

Hobie is literally vibrating with joy as he makes his way around the little kitchen getting everything he's asked to get and mixing what he's told to mix. When their creation comes out the oven and Mrs Morales gives him a piece to try Hobie cries

Mrs Morales chooses not to bring it up and hobies glad, he just wants to enjoy the moment without having to explain how much this means to him

Since that day Mrs Morales is always asking for hobies help in the kitchen and he couldn't be happier

Except I am going to make him happier because he hasn't met the whole family yet and thats just more fluff waiting to happen

When miles and his parents invited Hobie to the family reunion because they told him he's family now, Hobie didn't know what to expect

He was nervous all over again like when he first met miles parents, so nervous he was actually early to the reunion and not late like he usually is to big events

To his surprise though, he isn't the first one there. When he climbs through miles window he immediately hears the laughing of multiple people in the kitchen, for a second he considered leaving but his spider sense had gone off telling him that Miles was here, and if miles was here he knew miles knew he was here

Hobie spent a few minutes mentally preparing himself to meet some more of miles family. But even after all his preparation he did not feel nearly prepared enough when he walked out of miles room and all eyes were on him

After the initial shock of Hobie coming through miles room everyone got along great with Hobie and they insisted Hobie help in the kitchen (miles and his mom may have told them how much it would mean to him)

Hobie feels that buzz of joy he did when he was first asked by Mrs Morales to help in the kitchen. This time he can say with certainty he couldn't be happier

He's asked by miles aunts to help decorate cakes and they praise him for his skill

He's asked by miles older cousins to help mix some things together and they make small talk and they tell embarrassing stories of miles childhood

He's asked to help take things out the oven and he's fawned over when he accidentally burns himself even when he insists he's fine

By the time they're done cooking and the reunion officially starts Hobie is positively glowing

His clothes are a bit messy and he's sweaty from spending so much time by the oven and stove with so many people in close proximity and his eyes are a bit red from cutting onions (and crying tears of joy) but it's the best party he's ever been to

And since then he's never had to bake alone, he knows he has his large family and at least one person is going to be happy to bake or cook with him

[girldreaming]

cherry waves

subby!abby x reader blurb

porn without plot kind of day >:) abby the deftones princess

summary: sex with abby and she goes all mushy and subby bc i can’t stop thinking about her <3

warnings: nsfw, choking/breath play but mostly hand on throat abby receiving, finger sucky, fingering abby receiving, oral but no description, horny

wc: 1.3k lil shortie

all lowercase and not really proofread

minors go away please I will block you!!

literally no plot just sex under the cut!

“fuck, that feels so good,” abby whines, her right hand leaving its place on your head and going straight to her mouth, teeth biting into the knuckle of her index finger.

for as long as you'd known abby you'd known about her habit of putting things in her mouth, "its like, i dont know, my dad told me it was called an oral fixation, or something, apparently had it since i was a baby," she'd said to you before, when you asked her why she was always nibbling on her fingertips, always biting you - always sinking her teeth into the soft flesh of your thighs, your stomach.

"s' comforting, that's all," she'd smile.

you hum, pushing her thighs apart and they stay, a clear indication you’re beginning to pull out that part of her, the one you only catch glimpses of when you’ve got abby on her back, or on her knees.

she was tired, had just gotten back from a three-day patrol, fresh stitches adorning her arm, blossoms of purple maculating her skin. you'd helped her clean her fingernails, dirt, and blood packed underneath them and encrusted onto her cuticles.

“that was fucking brutal.” she sighed as she walked into your shared space, you waiting for her with tea in the kitchen. she’d looked rough too, her clothes caked with mud and her hair barely kept in the braid you'd done. she was quick to drop her pack and walk over to you, careful not to touch you with her rather grimy hands, leaning her head down to drop a much-needed peck.

it wasn’t long before you'd sent her to the bathroom for a shower, offering to join her but she declined. “you smell like home, don’t you dare.” she’d said, a small "sit with me?" spilling from her lips.

which of course you did, her talking through what she experienced and you glad she couldn’t see your face as it would twist with worry.

but you had her now, you were taking care of her and she was so safe.

“yeah?” you ponder, breath fanning against her core. It always made you feel so powerful when she got this way, gave you an idea of how she must feel all the time.

made fucking sense with the ego she seems to have.

All she can do in response is nod, not a shut up or fuck you. a gentle, slow nod. Her eyebrows are so raised, so furrowed it looks like she's about to start crying.

“abby, it’s okay.” you whisper, your free hand running up the length of her stomach to take her hand out of her mouth, replacing it with your thumb. her spit wet fingers clasp around your wrist, keeping your thumb in her mouth, tongue swirling against the pad of it, teeth just grazing the tip of your nail.

the feeling of her groaning against your own flesh goes straight to the pit of your stomach, a small sound making its way out of you in response. the vibration alone enough to make you feel like you were floating.

abby pulls your hand down, fingers sitting atop yours as she places your hand on her throat, in order to reach, you take your mouth off of her slit, fingers still working their way in and out.

you get up from your own position and push your weight up onto your knees, kneeling in between her own, your body slightly leaning over hers.

can't get over how good she looks right now, how well she’s taking your fingers, your hand on her throat. her eyes big and wide and her wet hair in pieces sticking to her forehead.

“you look so pretty, abs.” you breathe and her eyes close, creases and wrinkles replacing the blue you’re used to.

“so pretty when i fuck the words outta you, huh?” you add, testing your luck.

she laughs, the sound muffled by the hand on her throat. the sound is so low and long, her body shaking softly from the force of it.

“think i like you better with your mouth on my cunt, big shot.” she chuckles, her eyes unscrewing, a smile replacing the lust-driven frown she always got. it's nice to know she was still in there somewhere.

“cant be mean now, i know you’re close, can barely move my fingers.” you just can’t seem to stop hitting the squishy pad of tissue buried inside of her, your hooked fingers relentlessly pressing and prodding. a squeeze here and there, she liked that didn’t she.

“fuck yes.” her head tilts back, thighs wanting so badly to squeeze around your forearm. you begin to move your hand off of her throat, wanting to put your mouth back on her as well but you’re shocked when her hand grips yours, tightening your hold.

“don’t, gonna cum like this.” she’s nodding again, eyes opened slightly, looking down at you but unwilling to make direct eye contact. this was definitely a first, you thought. abby always begged you for your mouth, always needed something on her clit to cum.

then you realize, she’s looking at your fingers, mouth agape. she’s in awe at the sight of them, the only noises bouncing off the walls being abby’s stuttered breathing and the wetness your fingers keep fucking in and out of her.

“please,” she whimpers, hand leaving yours on her throat and going to her inner thigh, pinching and grabbing at the skin there, trying to keep her own legs open. she’s still looking at your glistening fingers working into her, eyes drifting up your forearm to your chest, and finally your face.

your hand leaves her throat then, pressing into the belly of her stomach, feeling her abs tense. you were trying to hold her down, knowing the way her hips would soon be bucking. you pick up one of your knees, placing it on top of her thigh, not enough to hurt but enough for her to feel it if she tried to squirm, your other knee spreading her legs wider.

“i want it, abs, want you to come,” you reassure her and she groans, hips rocking against your fingers despite your hand pressing them down.

“been so good.” she whines, eyes fluttering up towards yours.

don’t know about that, you thought, but fuck, you didn’t want to ruin her moment.

you nod at her, thumb starting to rub at her clit.

“so good, mouse.” you lie, feeling her body tense and your fingers get squished as her walls contract, her breathing picking up into whimpers that swell into moans, her eyes leaving yours as her head tilts back, hand shooting to your wrist, holding it still.

you don’t know where the nickname came from if it was because of her mousy blonde hair, the quiet nature she had when you first met her, or the way she was everywhere all the time. her tendency to steal your food, waiting around so she could have whatever was left. she was simply - in spirit - similar to a mouse.

your thumbs slow their circles, but her chest continues to heave, bicep coming up to cover her face, wipe the sweat, you’re not really sure. your fingers leave her, her hand retreating up to her chest, palm resting against her heart. her damp towel still sits on the bed, and you grab it to wipe your hand off, abby's eyes following your every movement.

“fuck.” she pants, blinking a few times.

you rub at her thighs, trying to get her to relax by drawing circles, watching her breathing slow.

“hmm, c’mere,” she manages, motioning you over to her with her hands.

she pulls you into her chest, both of you bare and warm and frankly, a bit sticky. it’s quiet for a moment, her arms wrapping you up into her and her lips sloppily kissing your head.

“you okay?” you whisper into her chest.

“i’m good, baby.” she says back into your ear. you pull yourself up, supported by your elbows so your stomach is on top of hers, planting a soft kiss to her lips. her hand goes to your jaw, pulling you back in.

“be better if you were sitting on my face though.” she doesn’t miss a beat.

[eddiemunsonswhxre]

Holy shit Eddie with a mommy kink is all I can think about I am going to SCREAM your writing is so fucking good

Genuinely begging for you to write more sub Eddie soon

i fall more and more in love with sub eddie every day babe

nuisance / eddie munson

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

one shot

cw: sub!eddie, dom/sub, mommy kink, handcuffs, face riding, gag, cockwarming, vibrator use, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, aftercare

all day long eddie’s been acting up in order to get your attention. now that he has it, it’s not going to be easy for him.

—

“eddie!” you snapped in his face, trying to gather his attention.

his eyes leave your cleavage and come up to your eyes. “hm?” he questions, squeezing your side.

you glare at him, his expression faltering as he realized he’d done something wrong. “pay attention, mike’s trying to talk to you,” you said, gesturing towards the younger wheeler. mike looked between you two with a look of disgust.

“hey, give up that look micheal. once you go see your little girlfriend you’ll probably be fantasizing about her tits too,” eddie says, pointing his finger at mike.

you slap his shoulder. “eddie, they’re literally fourteen,” you say.

“fifteen,” mike says shyly, raising his hand. eddie wasn’t the only one who found you slightly intimidating. you wave him off.

eddie rolls his eyes, “i’ve been fantasizing about girls since i was like ten. speaking of which, your tits look really good today.”

you smack him upside the head once again and he finally starts actually talking to mike.

a few hours later, you were both in the family video, talking to steve and robin about your plans for this weekend. you were leaned on your forearms on the counter as you listened to steve and robin bicker for the millionth time. you were pulled from the amusing conversation as you felt eddie’s crotch graze across your ass. you stood up quickly, turning to face him. he looked at you sheepishly, knowing you knew it wasn’t an accident.

you raise your brows warningly as he rolls his eyes. “excuse us guys, i need to go talk to eddie for a second,” you say to the two sweetly before turning to eddie, your face turning to a scowl. you grab his bicep and begin dragging him to the back near the bathroom.

“ow, y/n,” eddie whines, stumbling behind you. you stop once you’re hidden from steve and robin and cross your arms.

eddie looks at you with a protruding lip. “what is up with you and being naughty today?” you ask.

a whine leaves his lips as he comes forward, practically falling against you and wrapping his arms around you. his face falls into your neck and he presses you firmly to him. he was so subby today. “m’want you,” he mumbles, rolling his hips against you.

you push his shoulders so you can meet his eyes. “baby, are you doing okay? is something wrong? is that why you’re being so clingy?” you ask in slight concern, holding his face in your hands. normally when he wasn’t feeling good, either being sick or emotional, he got extra subby. but he was never like this in public.

he shook his head, rutting into your leg and whimpering. “i just want you, please can we go home?” he asks.

“you sure nothings wrong?” you ask skeptically. he nods, nestling his head into your neck again as he tries humping your leg once more. “eddie, stop. we’re in public,” you say, your more dominant side coming out.

eddie shakes his head, groaning as you felt the imprint of his hard cock on your hip. “mommy,” he whispers in a needy manner.

“eddie, you’re being a bad boy right now. if you try humping my leg or anything one more time you’re getting in big trouble when we get home,” you threaten. eddie whines into your neck, squirming against you. “eddie,” you warn. but he only ends up doing exactly what he told you not to.

immediately you push him off of you and give him a glare. you walk off back towards the desk and eddie follows you like a lost puppy. you continue talking to robin and steve as eddie obviously struggles behind you. the two definitely notice something is going on, but they had no idea what. eddie wraps his arms around you from behind, very subtly grinding against your ass but only you could tell. “okay, i think we need to go, eddie isn’t feeling too good,” you say with a fake frown.

the two of you leave, getting into your car and heading towards your house. “why are you being such a nuisance?” you ask, paying attention to the road. eddie purses his lips, watching out the window. “eddie, i am talking to you! do you want your punishment to get worse?” you ask him loudly.

“n-no mommy, i just really feel… small? i want you so bad,” he says, looking at you with big puppy dog eyes.

you sigh, gripping the wheel as your arousal dampens your panties. “when we get home, you’re going straight upstairs and getting undressed. when i get in there i want you laying down and ready for the handcuffs, okay?” you say.

eddie let’s out a whimper and nods. “yes, mommy,” he says quietly. you look over at him, not sure how to feel since you’ve never seen him like this before.

when you get home, he does exactly what you asked as you grab some supplies from downstairs. you smile as you walk in, closing your bedroom door and take in the appearance of your boyfriend. he laid naked on your bed, hands above his head with wrists ready for the cuffs, his stomach contracting as his cock stood tall in the air. “look at my obedient little boy, so ready for mommy, huh?” you tease. eddie whines, squirming on your bed. you quickly shed your clothes and then grab the cuffs from your bedside table. “ready, baby?” you ask before putting them on.

“yes, ma’am,” he says, watching you intently. you snap them on his wrist, giving them a gentle tug to make sure they were secure. you sighed, climbing up and straddling his upper chest.

he looks at you with pure admiration as you tuck his hair behind his ears. “mommy’s gonna ride your face until she’s had enough okay? no complaining because you wanna prove you’re a better boy than you were today, right?” you ask, trailing one finger over his features while your other hand starts spreading your arousal around your pussy.

eddie nods, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, showing he was ready for you. you stroke his cheek lovingly and ask, “remember what to do if you need to stop?” eddie clanks the metal of the cuffs together three times and looks at you expectantly. “smart boy,” you mumble, and then move your hips up his body before slowly sinking to his awaiting mouth. eddie moans contently against you as he begins lapping at your clit. you shudder and slowly rock your hips as eddie sucks and licks at you. “mm yes good, you’re so good with your mouth,” you moan, closing your eyes in pleasure.

eddie moans into your pussy, causing waves to shoot through you. god he was so good at that. eddie works you with his mouth, flicking, sucking, and lapping all the right places until you're a moaning mess and cumming on his tongue. “good boy, good good boy,” you moan when you finally lift off his tongue.

“i did good?” eddie asks, licking your cum off his face as he looked at you with his big eyes, begging for more validation.

you giggle at his expression and make your way down to sit on his torso, your dripping pussy making a slight squelching sound on impact. you use your two fingers to gather all of your arousal he couldn’t reach with his tongue and then place them in his happily awaiting mouth. “you did, sweet boy, made mommy feel so good,” you coo as he sucks on your fingers. “you gonna do it again? hm? wanna make mommy cum one more time? i just can’t get enough of your tongue baby boy,” you taunt, eyes glimmering with hunger as eddie nods enthusiastically for you. you pull your fingers from his mouth with a pop and bend down to press a short kiss to his lips. he was gonna need all the reassurance for what you were gonna put him through.

his skilled tongue made you cum again fast, and after coming down from your high you settled yourself next to him momentarily. “you know you make mommy feel so good? you’re mommy’s favorite boy,” you tell him softly while stroking his bangs back from his face.

he nods, trying to nuzzle into you the best he can. you make it easier for him, pressing yourself to his side so he can feel your touch. “i love you,” he says quietly.

“i love you too,” you smile and then begin rubbing his chest. “you did so good for me, but you know you’re still in trouble, right?” you ask with a small smirk. eddie frowns but nods anyway. “mhm, because we have rules, baby. and you broke some today, can you tell me which ones you broke?” you ask, using your nails to lightly scrape his chest.

his bottom lip quivers as he thinks of all the punishments he could possibly get. yet simultaneously his dick twitches. “i-i was looking at you and talking about you in ways i’m not supposed to,” he starts. you nod, scratching into him a little more forcefully. “and i tried to… um, i tried to do naughty things when we were out,” he says, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “i was a bad boy today,” he says quietly.

you smile at his confessions. “you were, and what happens when you’re a bad boy?” you tease.

“m’gonna get punished and not cum,” he says solemnly. you pick up his chin to make him look at you.

you kiss his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, and then his lips. “you’re right, but i’m feeling nice today, so if you’re good for a while, then i’ll let you cum. think you can do that?” you ask. eddie nods feverishly, eyes filling with hope.

you smile in a sort of evil way and stand up, going over to your tv and turning it on, finding a channel that was currently playing the golden girls. “mommy… what are you doing?” he asks shyly from his spot on the bed.

“go ahead and sit up baby, we’re gonna watch some tv for a while,” you say. eddie furrows his brows, knowing you’ve gotta have some punishment involved in this but wiggling his way up against your headboard anyway. once the tv is set, you walk back over to him, grabbing a bandana you’d grabbed from down stairs.

eddie looked from your hands to your face before stuttering, “w-what’s that for?” you smile at him before petting the top of his head.

“this? we’re gonna gag you, honey,” you say as if it were the most normal thing in the world. eddie felt tears well up in his eyes. it always amazes you how fragile he becomes in this state.

a lump forms in his throat as you begin rolling the bandana. “but then i can’t talk to you,” he says in a sad tone.

you frown at him in sympathy. “you weren’t talking when you ate me out, right? i’ll be right here though,” you say.

“can i touch you now?” he asks, hoping you’d at least give him something.

you put a knee on the bed so you can end up tying the bandana around his head once he’s ready. “no, baby, you were bad today, remember? this is part of your punishment,” you say and watch as tears fall from eddie’s eyes. “open your mouth for me, honey,” you say and eddie does, a small hiccup of a sob leaving his lips. you place the bandana in his mouth before carefully tying it in the back of his head and trying to keep his hair out of it. “good boy, now we’re gonna put those arms up,” you say and grab ahold of his wrists. he whimpered as you raised them directly above him, hanging the cuffs on a definitely unintentionally placed nail above your bed frame. you took a moment to take him in. he looked so miserable, but his cock was red and leaking precum.

without warning him about what you were doing you stroked his cock a few times, causing him to cry out against the gag, before straddling him. you were facing the tv, meaning that your back was facing eddie as you guided his tip into your hole and slowly sunk down. “now don’t move, eddie, mommy doesn’t want to cum again i just wanna feel full,” you say in warning. eddie sobs as you lean back and get as comfy as you can with his cock buried inside you. you wouldn’t lie it was hard to ignore, but messing with him was more important than another orgasm. you lay against his chest, trying to give him as much skin to skin as possible.

every few moments you'll reach back and stroke his face or press a kiss to his jaw as he whimpers. he desperately tries hard to keep from bucking into you, and really does better than you thought and only does it a couple times, each time getting yelled at by you. you stay like that for the entire episode, enjoying it along with eddie’s pathetic little whimpers.

when the episode ended and the commercials came on you sighed. “as much as i love this, i think i need to get up and move my legs,” you say before sitting up and slowly pulling off eddie’s cock. he cries as his now soaked cock slaps against his stomach. you do stretch a little before opening up your drawer and grabbing your favorite toy.

eddie watches closely and feels his eyes sting at the thought of having to watch you make yourself cum and him not be able to touch or help. but then you grab another bandana and that confuses him. he watches intently, eyes widening and breath picking up as you place the vibrator flush against his cock and begin lightly tying it into place with the bandana. you hadn’t turned it on yet, but eddie was already squirming. “no baby? you don’t want that?” you tease, finger hovering over the power button. eddie shook his head no, kind of scared because he’s only ever used the toy on you. “no? you show me with the cuffs your no if that’s what you really want,” you say, watching his wrists for any attempt at making the signal. his wrists don’t move though, and his breathing slows again. “what a good boy,” you pur, then click the on button.

eddie’s head falls forward as he spasms in shock, his legs curling in a little bit. you make your way back on the bed, sitting against the headboard watching between his cock and another episode of golden girls. “you can cum whenever you need to, baby,” you reassure, watching eddie’s spit soak the bandana as he moans and groans into the fabric.

“mommy,” you hear muffled from under the bandana over and over again. you smile as his whole body starts contracting before going as rigid as a pencil and his cock releases spurts of cum. he moans as he rides out his orgasm, but they quickly turn to cries when he realizes you’re not going to be turning it off for a while. he looks at you distraught, tears rolling down his face, and sniffling. all you do is give him a kiss on the forehead, which momentarily calms him, before going back to watching the show.

you hear his whines as his orgasm begins to hit again, watching the slow leak of cum leave his irritated cock as his eyes roll back in his head. you smile, loving the way his cock twitched from the vibrations. eddie starts crying profusely, tears continuously leaving his eyes as the vibrator keeps going past his second orgasm.

you feel him trembling next to you, whimpers leaving his mouth every few seconds. before you know it, his third orgasm is hitting, causing him to collapse forward and shake. spit falling from his lips as he starts babbling nonsense into the fabric. “mommy, too much,” is the only thing you make out of his pained cries.

you reach over, stroking his thigh comfortingly. “oh but baby you can keep going. mommy loves watching your pretty cock cum, can’t you give me just one more? once more and then you’ll be all done?” you beg. eddie agrees through his cries, his arms long asleep but still shaking. you watch closely, rubbing his thigh and nuzzling into his chest to give him reassuring kisses as he gets worked up to another orgasm.

he had no cum left, but you felt it reverberate into you as he came for the fourth time. “good boy, mhm great job, so proud,” you whispered reassurances in his ear as he rode it out. he looked at you with fucked out eyes, begging to be done as a string of drool dripped from his chin. “sorry baby, i lied, one more time. you can do one more for mommy right?” you asked. eddie closed his eyes and started to sob but nodded nonetheless. you waited patiently for his fifth orgasm, listening to every helpless whimper he made in your ear. “that’s it, baby, go ahead. let go,” you say and watch as his whole body goes limp before jerking sporadically. you’d never seen him cum so hard and it was mesmerizing. you almost felt bad… but seeing him so helplessly hump into a vibrator as you could only see the whites of his eyes and tears and spit dripped from his face was definitely one of your favorite sights you’d ever seen. once the jerking stopped, you reached down and removed the vibrator and turned it off. it was covered in his sticky cum and you resisted putting it in your mouth. it was time to take care of your boy.

eddie was still slumped forward, labored breaths and cries leaving him but it was clear he was extremely weak and very emotionally vulnerable. “hey pretty boy,” you whispered soothingly, pushing him back to rest against your head board. his eyes lazily scanned for you, feeling like he’d just been taken to the edge of his life. “let’s get this off,” you cooed and grabbed the bandana around his mouth and pulled it away. a big drop of drool left his lips and fell onto his stomach. his nose was stuffy, his eyes red and barely open and he was taking deep breaths in through his mouth that was coated in spit.

you rested your hand on his face, him immediately reacting and leaning into it. “look at my perfect boy, wow. you did so good, baby. made mommy so happy,” you continue, trying to talk him out of his dumb state. “you came so hard and you took it so well. mommy is so proud of you baby boy,” you smile, starting to wipe away the mix of tears and drool. “i’m gonna take the cuffs off, okay? you ready for that baby?” you ask and he lazily nods, showing he was becoming more attentive. you reached for the key and stood up on your knees. “remember we’ve got to let them down slow,” you remind him making sure the cuffs were still hooked in order to keep his other arm up as you worked with the first one. you unlocked the cuff, carefully grabbing his wrist in your hand and pulling it out.

eddie let out a huff of discomfort as you began rubbing his arm up and down and wiggling his fingers to try and bring feeling back to them. “i know, baby, i know,” you said and kept rubbing it and slowly bringing it down. eddie whined as the tingles began to take over. after quite a while, his arms were both down and you’d gone to the bathroom to get a rag to clean him up. you wiped him all off despite his winces and whines before going over with a soft dry towel. you helped him lay down after giving him some water (through a straw by the way because sub eddie is high maintenance) before climbing in next to him.

“mommy,” he mumbled, forcing himself onto his side and throwing an arm over you and nuzzling into your boobs.

you smiled at him and wrapped one arm around his back while the other rested on top of his other hand. “goodnight, baby,” you said soothingly. and like that, he was out.

[thesunhatesme]

Day 5 - Animals

Thanks @forlorn-crows for this prompts, it was so much fun writing! Wc:1,4k

“Where are we going, Swiss?” Phantom asked. Swiss had basically kidnapped him and started driving somewhere but refused to tell him where they were going. Swiss just smirked, “You'll see when we get there”.

It felt like they had been driving for hours. Phantom couldn't wait to see where they were going. After a while, Swiss finally parked the car and told him they were there. Phantom jumped out of the car, but there wasn't anything there. He looked at Swiss confused but he just grabbed Phantom's hand and started walking.

They were walking along a path, Phantom trying to get Swiss to tell him, but to no avail. Then finally they stood in front of a building with a big sign. When Phantom read the sign he didn't know what to do. “You took me to a bat rescue!” He yelled, his whole body buzzing with excitement as he turned around to look at Swiss.

“Yeah, I saw an article about this place and thought of you” Swiss couldn't help but smile, the ghoul in front of him was literally vibrating with excitement. “Lets go inside, Bug” 

They walked towards the doors, “C’mon Swiss, you're too slow!” Phantom said as he grabbed Swiss’ hand and started dragging him. Swiss was quick to pick up the pace and follow him to the doors. They walked in and were greeted by a lady behind the front desk. “Are you here for the tour?” She asked. 

They followed her back into a room with incubators. There was a shelf filled with bottles, medicine and other medical supplies. “This is where we keep our injured bats” She said as she gestured to the incubators. Phantom looked through the glass of the incubators at the little bats. Most of them were asleep, snuggled up with their blankets. Some of them had bandaged feet or a big band aid covering stitches. She continued to talk about how they rescue bats and how they help them recover and Phantom asked all the questions he could think of. Swiss made sure to take photos of Phantom when he didn't notice, to capture his true excitement.

They continued to another room with cages filled with branches and leaves. “This is where we keep our pups that's still a bit too small for the big outside cage” She told them, walking over to the cage. “I think it's time for their bottles, would you guys like to help feed them?” She asked. Phantom stared at her in stunned silence, “Can we really feed them?” He couldn't believe he might actually get to feed a bat. “Take a seat over there and Ill show you how it's  done. '' She said as she gestured towards the bench.

Swiss and Phantom sat down and the lady showed them how to hold the bats correctly and how to feed them with the bottles. She handed them each a blanket to wrap the bat up in and then the bat. Phantom held the bat close and made sure it started to drink from the bottle. Swiss’ bat was very hungry and finished quickly, he gave the bottle back and took out his phone to take a picture of Phantom with his bat. Swiss could see the adoration he had for the little bat, it was so cute.

Phantom's bat finished and he gave the lady the bottle. He held the bat for a little while, gently stroking it over the head. The bat's eyes began to flutter and it yawned, showing off its teeth. Phantom sat there with the sleepy bat that now had started purring, watching it until it fell asleep in his arms. Swiss was quick to take a photo, Phantom offering him his biggest smile, when he noticed.

“This is our big outside cage” The lady told them as they walked outside. "It's where we keep the big bats that are getting ready to be released into the wild again" The cage was massive, it had small trees in it, some bushes, flowers and wooden beams for the bats to hang upside down from. There were water bowls placed out and some hideouts made from an old tree log. 

Phantom walked over to the cage to look at all the bats. There were a few hanging from the beams and some were in the hideouts, one was climbing on the cage wall. He looked at the bat as it climbed up the wall. 

They walked to a big cage, a little shed connected to it. The lady explained that this is where the bats that won't be able to recover enough to go back to the wild stay. There were water bottles connected to the cage wall and a lot of different things to climb on. He took a step closer to the enclosure to see the bats.

Then he was face to face with a bat. The bat had black and grey fur with a little brown patch on its face and it was missing a wing. It was looking at him with its big eyes. But one of its eyes was white and milky and there was a scar going through it. “His eye looks like mine, Swiss” He quietly said. He watched the bat as he stood there. He hated his own scarred eye, it didn't fit in. Maybe he was the only person with an eye like that, but he was not completely alone. “You found a twin, Lovebug” Swiss said as he walked up to stand behind Phantom, placing his hands around Phantom's waist. 

“What happened to him?” Phantom asked, turning to the lady. “Someone had found a baby bat in their garden and they took him in but their cat attacked it and they brought him here” 

The lady went inside to get some pictures of it when they got him to show Phantom. “It's just like me, Swiss” Phantom whispered as he leaned against Swiss. “You okay bug?” 

Phantom was quiet for a moment, he didn't know. “Yeah, I just, I thought- I don't know, but I'm okay” Swiss held him a little closer, kissing him on the cheek.

The lady returned with some pictures and gave them to Phantom to look at. His eye was all bloody and one of its wings was almost not connected to the body. He looked at the picture and then the bat, and then he gave the pictures back. “What's his name?” He asked. “He doesn't really have a name yet” She said, putting the photos back in the folder, “Would you like to name him?”

“Yes!”

What would be a good name for a bat? It needed to be a spookie name that fit this specific bat. Maybe Dracula? no, it needed to be something more special. He only had one wing, but there was no good name he could base on that. His eye was milky white and he was blind, and the bat was just like Phantom himself, but they couldn't share a name. But maybe they could share the meaning of their names… 

“His name is Ghost” Phantom stated. He didn't tell them the reasoning but he knew Swiss understood it, and the lady didn't have to know. “That's a wonderful name, I'll write it down immediately” The lady said. “Would you like to hold Ghost? he's a real cuddle bug”

When The lady went to grab Ghost Swiss hugged Phantom from behind again “One more thing you have in common, Cuddle bug”. Phantom giggled and leaned back against Swiss.

He got to hold Ghost and give him some fruit. He sat in the grass with Ghost in his arms, just looking at him and petting him a bit. He could have stayed there for hours but they needed to go home. Phantom put Ghost back in the cage, giving him a kiss on the head and said his goodbye. He was sad, it had been a great day, wonderful day even, but he would miss Ghost very badly and he didn't want to say goodbye.

Swiss thanked the lady for having them and they said their goodbyes. “Thank you for coming, and you are welcome to visit Ghost whenever you want” The lady said as they were leaving. Phantom turned around, “Really!” She smiled, “Of course, Ghost will miss his best friend”

[rosewaterandivy]

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Love you <3

Wow, thanks so much for the request! I tweaked it a bit to fill one of the prompts from here, hope that's okay. Love you 💜

83. “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

When you told him what you and Eddie would be up to Saturday night, Steve groaned so loud you could swear the couch vibrated.

You can’t be serious. And leaving me at the mercy of the gremlins?

“Yes,” you grin, “I’m sure the Harrington babysitting service can handle it.” And then you’re off to get ready for the party. “Knowing you, you’ll probably have some hot date booked for after you’ve dropped the gremlins off.”

It’s not that Steve worries, really he doesn’t, because you’ll be with Eddie and Robin will show up at some point, so at least you’ll be safe. But Saturdays were for movies with the party, taking full advantage of Steve and Robin’s (five-fingered) employee discount at Family Video and hanging out.

Recently, it’s been the only time when he can see you—busy with work and classes and helping Eddie with his GED. All your free time was accounted for, used up, leaving nothing left for him.

He tried (and failed) to be accommodating about it.

This resulted in frequent calls to your house, which your mother or father usually answered with thinly veiled annoyance (Sorry Steve, she just left. No, I don’t know when she’ll be back), interrupted study sessions at Forest Hills (Eddie’s exasperated, ‘Dude, what the fuck. You’re infringing on my right to an education here.’), and drop-ins while you were working at the diner.

In short, it was becoming a problem.

So when you mentioned, last minute mind you, that Eddie needed a hand dealing for a party this weekend and you’d agreed to help out, Steve took it about as well as could be expected.

Which is to say, not at all.

It’s bad enough that he’s making them watch Rocky IV, according to Dustin. But Steve pays him no mind and pops the tape into the VCR. The kids grumble and complain, but otherwise occupy themselves by half-watching the saga of Rocky and Drago.

His leg won’t stop bouncing as he reclines against the couch. It continues for the whole movie. When the film concludes with Apollo’s tragic demise, Max starts sorting through the rest of the tapes.

“What else is in here?” Throws out a few titles as she sees them, The Color Purple, 101 Dalmations, Out of Africa—

“Nope!”

Steve nearly hip checks Lucas in his haste to wrestle the tape from Max. They grapple for a bit, nearly coming to blows but Steve’s not about to hit a child and a girl at that. This sense of chivalry does not stop Max from smacking him upside the head, but he’s victorious in the end.

“And why can’t we watch that particular one?” Dustin ventures with a curious glance to Lucas before Steve settles back on the couch between them.

“I’ll, uh,” he stashes the tape behind the sofa, wedges its case against the wall. “Tell you when you’re older.”

Dustin and Lucas continue to eye each other warily.

Then El pipes up, “Friends don’t lie.” And before Steve can stop her from what will inevitably be an embarrassing calamity—

“It’s a … sad movie,” she continues, “The last time he watched it, he cried.”

Oh. Shit.

He wants nothing more than to bash his head against the wall, but can’t risk another concussion according to the doctors and literally everyone else. Maybe the earth could swallow him whole instead? Anything to end this humiliation.

“Didn’t you watch that with—” Mike begins, because he is an asshole.

“Oh yeah,” Dustin confirms, “They watched it like, a few weeks ago. I mean, her crying I get,” he turns to Steve, an incredulous look on his face, “But you—”

“Robert Redford is a good actor, okay?” He rushes to defend himself, “Very convincing.”

“Okaaayy,” Max drawls.

An uncomfortable silence ensues. The kids settle on watching Clue while Steve takes an opportunity to refill drinks and snacks. Tries to ignore the furtive whispers from the living room. Tries to focus on the popcorn in the microwave and not imagining what you may be up to at the house party with Eddie.

“Why don’t you just ask her out already?” Will says when Steve returns from the kitchen. 

The group falls silent, awaiting his response. Keep your cool, Harrington. He sets the bowl of popcorn on the table, doing his best to ignore Will’s probing question. Is almost successful until—

“Steve, you’re literally in love with her.”

He scoffs at Lucas’ blatant betrayal. Helped the kid practice everyday after school leading up to tryouts and this is how he’s repaid? 

“No,” he says with a tone to convey the end of this conversation. “We’re friends, just friends and that’s it.”

A beat of silence as everyone pretends to watch as Tim Curry greets the six strangers upon their arrival to the mansion.

Dustin coughs. “Friends don’t look at each other the way you look at her, Steve.”

“Oh my god.” Max looks like she wants to brain herself on the edge of the coffee table at the stupidity of it all. 

“Fuck off.” Steve huffs in annoyance, “Like I’m gonna take advice from a bunch of high schoolers.”

“Dude.”

“We’ve saved the world.”

“Like, multiple times.”

“And,” El annoyingly points out, “It’s good advice.”

Thankfully, Steve is saved by the bell. The phone trills its ring from somewhere beneath the couch cushions. Unable to find the cordless, he’s forced to answer it in the kitchen.

“Harrington residence.”

There’s music thumping and cross chatter down the line as he tries to make out who’s calling.

“Steve?”

“Rob, that you?”

A laugh, “Yeah, s’me. How you doin’ babe?”

Her voice has taken on that light, dreamy cadence it gets when she’s tipsy or high and, knowing her, it’s probably both.

“Uh, fine.” He turns to check on the kids in the living room, “Watching Clue. Did you need something?”

“Oh my god,” she rasps, “I love that movie!” A hiccup followed by a chuckle. “Nah, I’m good babe. I’m calling for someone else.”

He doesn’t know what to make of that.

“Rob, you know you called my house, right? The kids are here, if you wanna talk to them but—”

“Nonono Stevie,” she says in a rush, “M’callin’ about your girl.”

“My… girl.”

“Yep.”

The sounds of the phone being handed off to someone else. A few breaths and then, “Hi Steve.”

And oh.

Your voice is low and breathy through the phone, he can hear you giggling about something to Robin as you pull the speaker away from your mouth ‘I’m on the phone Buckley.’

He melts, just a bit. Because he knows that tone very well— when you fall asleep leaning against his shoulder during movie nights or take a brief nap sitting shotgun in his car, all raspy and sweet. 

“Hey honey,” he coos, voice incredibly fond. Steve turns, closing himself off from the din in the living room. “Y’doin’ okay?”

“Mmhm, tired though.”

“Is that right?’

A yawn. “Yeah,” he can hear the pout in your voice, “Rob doesn’t wanna leave yet and Eddie went upstairs with someone like, forever ago.”

Steve’s already grabbing his keys from the counter. “Stay with Robin, okay? I’m coming get you.”

“Thanks Stevie,” you sigh prettily, “You’re the best.”

_

Dustin (unhelpfully) advised him to get flowers before he left, so Steve put Max in charge, out of spite. Which unfortunately broke the levy for a barrage of romantic advice from literal children: hold the door, make eye contact, give her your jacket and be on the left side of the sidewalk.

It’d be endearing if it wasn’t so tragic.

He rolls up to the house to find not only Robin, but Eddie too, at your side seated on the sidewalk. He crosses the hood of the car as you stand with a soft smile, “Sorry Steve,” you say, less sloshed since the phone call, but still tired. “Didn’t mean to ruin your night.”

“C’mon honey,” he scoffs, “There’s no way you could ruin my night.” He ushers you to the passenger seat, arm around your waist. He can smell the beer from the keg and stale cigarettes on you, laced with the comforting scent your perfume. 

He shuts the door after reminding you to put on your seatbelt and turns back to Eddie and Robin. They look like they’re up to no good— Eddie’s smirking and got that glint in his eye that says he’ll be a problem, all the while Rob has a dopey grin on her face.

“She’s had water and we took the drinks from her a while ago,” Eddie says, waving back at you from the sidewalk. “Try to have her eat something.”

Steve rolls his eyes. Like he needs advice from a dungeon master on how to deal with a drunk.

Robin blinks owlishly, “Ooh, Hardee’s, get her that.”

Steve laughs as Eddie shepherds Robin away. Says something about not fucking it up and using protection. He can’t bring himself to care as he slides back into the car. The radio kicked on as he starts the car, David Byrne rhapsodizing about a girl as she was. 

He watched as you bop to the song in your seat, bringing an affectionate smile to his face— eyes closed, hair whipping back in the cool night breeze as you sing along. The axels squeak when Steve pulls into the drive-thru lane.

Try as he might to keep his gaze on you, to watch you a little longer, the intercom sputters to life—a young boy’s voice greeting mechanically but trying nonetheless to adhere to Hardee’s hospitality best he can.

The burger you’d gotten—medium, double meat, bacon, all toppings between—has completely fallen apart in a splat back onto the wax paper in your lap.

“Here, honey.”

He fumbles for napkins. But you wave his worries away, licking your fingers before diving in to deconstruct your food.

“Sorry—I promise I have my shit together.” Another giggle, “Not doing well here. Makin’ a mess your car and everything.”

“I, uh, I think you’re doin’ great.”

The words slip out before he can catch them and around a mouthful of fries, you thank him, and then you take a breath, and he can literally see you winding up for another enormous bite.

“Sorry,” you pause sheepishly, “M’ starving—skipped lunch on accident.” You take the enormous bite he saw coming, and then, “Also doesn’t help—mm—nervous.”

Steve chews on a fry and slurps his soda, driving with ease. “Nervous ‘bout what?”

You swallow and steal his drink, “Weren’t you on a date?”

He blinks.

You blink.

He blinks again.

“No, I was watching movies with the kids.”

His face is so hot that he thinks someone must have thrown a fire into him. Should he have just gone along with it instead? It’s old news by now that King Steve had turned in his crown for a walkie-talkie and chauffeuring a bunch of teens around.

A beat passes and he tries again, now at the end of the meal and the stain on your shirt starting to sink in and spread, heavy enough to dip toward the skin beneath. “Do you want to take your shirt off?”

You choke on soda and add another splatter down your chest, “What?”

“You can wear my jacket,” he clarifies. “Give it back later. I mean, if you…” He frowns. “Uh. Um.”

The beemer comes to a stop in front of he Harrington house. Lights still on in the living room signalling that the party is still there. 

You changed out of your shirt, ducking down in the front seat bashfully (“Look away, damn it.”), your old t-shirt in a crumple inside his pocket. His jacket hung a bit loose, but zipped up all the way and it was a good enough cover for a while.

There’s a smear of grease on your cheek from the burger and Steve knows it’s just a personality trait at this point. He laughs when you stick your tongue out, trying to find exactly where it is before giving up and asking him to wipe it off.

He shoves his hands in his pocket afterwards, thumb jammed inside his fist like a souvenir, keeping it there the rest of the walk up the drive, all the way up to the front door of his house before he wonders if he should have been trying to hold your hand.

Maybe not.

“I missed this,” he says, brushing his shoulder against yours.

You hum, knocking your hip against his. “Thanks for dinner,” you say, looking up at him.

“Yeah, of course.”

“And picking me up.” A beat passes. “And the jacket, too. It’s really nice… comfortable and, uh, smells… good. Like, cinnamon and… nice body wash and… trees.” You make a queasy face and close your eyes for a second, pinching the bridge of your nose uncomfortably as Steve looks on.

Oh, he realizes. You must be woozy.

Oh, he realizes. You’re gonna hurl.

“Steve,” Your voice is small and tight, and you look like you’re struggling to take steadying breaths. “I gotta sit down.”

“Right,” he replies. You laugh, rubbing the back of your neck before he turns and unlocks the door.

The kids are passed out on the sofa and reclining chairs in the living room. He locks the door and sneaks you upstairs, hands politely on your waist to steady you on your feet. Guides you to the left toward the guest bath and flips on the lights. 

“You alright?”

The fluorescents cast you in a hazy yellow glow, squinting at the bright light. You paw at the countertop for something, water? You turn to open a drawer and find a spare toothbrush— the blue one, yours, a freebie from a check-up and gloop some toothpaste on the bristles. With a nod in response, you begin to brush your teeth, faucet running as you fill a cup of water. 

Steve leaves you with a clean washcloth and towel, should you need them, and goes to check that his room isn’t a complete disaster. Bed sheets are clean-ish and he doesn’t have time to run them through the wash, though there’s always one of the guest rooms…

“Hey.”

He startles slightly, not hearing you walk in. You’ve toed off your shoes by the door and are looking sheepish, lip pulled between your teeth. “Can I borrow some clothes?”

“Yeah, sure.” 

Steve pulls open some drawers, rifling through for something for you to sleep in. Throws your top into his hamper while he’s at it. He turns back to you with a ‘Hawkins Athletics’ shirt that’s seen better days and a pair of flannel pajamas. Shoves them toward you awkwardly and then promptly turns around to let you have some privacy while you change.

“Thanks.”

He makes a strangled noise of confirmation and clears his throat. “No problem.”

Hearing the rustling of sheets, he turns back around and catches sight of your bare leg as you hunker down in his bed. Heat rushes to his cheeks when he spies the pajama pants neatly folded and placed on his nightstand. You turn on your side, burrowing and fluffing the pillows to your liking.

Steve makes quick work of brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. Shoes by the door next to yours, jeans shucked into a pile by his desk, keeps his shirt on for the sake of decency, and slips in next to you. 

“I appreciate you coming to get me, y’didn’t have to do that.”

His arm drapes against your shoulder while you snuggle into him, casual affection being the norm between you two. He swallows thickly, tries to regulate his breathing when your hand rests against his chest.

“What’re friends for?”

“Hmm,” you consider for a moment. “Friends may not be the most accurate term.”

Steve bristles at that. 

“What do you mean?” He turns toward you, heart racing— did you not want to be friends anymore? Did he do something wrong?

Your face is impassive, blank. Steve couldn’t even begin to guess at what you’re thinking, is afraid to even try.

Then, you smile.

Fuck. That smile.

“S-so, not friends then?”

Steve is not a religious man, but he prays that your smile means what he thinks it does. Slowly reaching toward you, he brushes a lock of hair from your face, fingers grazing your cheek. 

Mischievously, you lean in, touch him soft on the lips and every beat of his pulse seems to be seeking out the sweet plush of your mouth. “If we were just friends, I shouldn’t wanna kiss you so bad, but we both seem to be … not good… at following decorum, so…” Your eyes light up teasingly, “What d’ya say?”

Steve makes a noise like a whimper. Wow. Babysitter extraordinaire with a bat of nails under his bed and it’s your smile that does him in.

You kiss him again, longer than the last, giggling softly and tugging on his bottom lip like you could pull his entire body toward you with just that. “I’m sure we could find a few more rules to break.”

[gojosnympho]

thinking with your p***y - p.jm

pairing: fuckboy!jimin x black!fem!reader

genre: smut, angst, pwp, university!au

word count: 2.4k

content warnings: mentions of cheating/infidelity, alcohol, marijuana use, jimin is an asshole (sorry jimin), unrequited love (kinda), jimin is VERY persistent, fingering (f receiving), protected sex, lots of pet names, hair pulling (f receiving), very light choking (f receiving)

synopsis: he wants you and to your dismay you want him just as bad.

author’s note: literally wrote this on a whim i’m not kidding. hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it! 🥰

you stayed to yourself for the most part, only hanging out with your friends, going to classes, and going to the occasional party when your friends wanted to go out. but for the most part you barely showed your face on campus. you had no idea why jimin wanted you as bad as he did. especially because he had a girlfriend. you knew you were pretty. you just didn’t know where the sudden interest in you came from. you’d been going to school with each other for the past three years and he hadn’t even looked your way… until three weeks ago.

the day jimin finally gave you the time of day is when you and your friends ended up at some party on campus.

the party was packed wall to wall. the smell of alcohol and sweaty bodies tried their best to overwhelm your senses. you pushed through the crowd, feeling the loud bass of the music vibrate through your body. the dance floor was packed too. girls grinding on boys, girls grinding on girls. you’d decided you were gonna try to stay sober tonight but that idea was looking bleak. your friends dragged you to the jungle juice and poured you a cup. when you’d all finished your drinks, they dragged you to the dance floor. you danced around to amuse them but soon the air in the room had become too thick.

“i’m gonna step out to get some fresh air.” you told them. they insisted on going with you but you assured them you’d be fine and you’d find them later.

you stepped out of the party to let the cool night air wrap around your warm and borderline sweaty body. you sat on the stairs to the house and looked up at the night sky to gaze at the stars. once you’d calmed down, you were ready to head back inside. you stood up and that’s when you heard his sweet honey voice.

“you look sexy.” he said.

you turned to where the voice was coming from and noticed jimin leaning against the house, smoking what seemed to be a blunt. you’d debated on whether or not you wanted to tell him to leave you alone or not. you chose to indulge.

“thanks.” you replied. you did decide on the tiniest mini skirt and top you could find so you knew you’d be subjected to stares and less than satisfactory “compliments”.

“you smoke?” he asked, offering the blunt to you. you did but you weren’t comfortable smoking with someone you barely knew.

“nah, i’m good.” you declined and he shrugged taking another pull from it.

“i’ve been eyeing you all night, ya know? so much so that my girlfriend got pissed off and she left.” he laughed. he fucking laughed! like it was funny he upset her. asshole.

“why you looking at me and you gotta girl?” you asked the brown haired man and he shrugged.

“because i like what i like. i like you and i like the way that outfit is hugging your body.” he said it so boldly you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“i should get back to my friends.” you said. you went to walk past him but he stepped over to stand in your way. “what do you want from me?”

“ooh, baby girl. i want a lot of things from you.” he said letting his eyes trail up and down your body before looking you in the eyes again. “but i’ll start with your number.”

“didn’t you just say you gotta girl?” you asked him crossing your arms over your chest and quirking an eyebrow.

“she won’t know unless you tell her.” he said and you scoffed.

“oh i’m gonna tell her. you fucking asshole. now move or i’ll move you myself.” you snapped at him. he stepped out of the way and let you walk back into the party, watching your backside with every step you took.

ever since that interaction, he’s made it his personal mission to flirt with and bother you whenever he could. he found you at the library last week and poked fun at you until you finally acknowledged his presence.

“what now, jimin?” you asked him and he smiled knowing that he’d succeeded in pissing you off.

“when are you gonna let me take you out?” he pouted and you rolled your eyes in response.

“never. i’m not helping you cheat on your girlfriend.” you said as you began to pack up your things. you wanted to get as far away from him as possible.

“what if i break up with her?” he asked

“oh so when you start dating me you can cheat on me too? hell no!” you said as you packed up your last item, slung your bag over your shoulder and left him sitting at the table alone.

“i wouldn’t cheat on you, boo!” he called after you. once again watching your backside as you walked away.

this time to minimize your chances of bumping into him, you’d decided to study in the comfort of your dorm. you were sitting at your desk scribbling down notes in your notebook when there was a knock at your door. you checked the time to see it was damn near 10pm. who the hell could be at your door at 10pm? you stood from your desk and walked over to your door to open it. there stood jimin in nothing but a hoodie and gray sweatpants.

“how the fuck did you find my dorm?!” you yelled at him.

“because your friends talk too fucking much you need to talk to them about that.” he replied, smugly. “now are you gonna let me in or are you gonna yell at me in the hallway where everyone can hear, hm?”

you rolled your eyes but ultimately you stepped to the side to let him in. you closed the door behind him and he had no problem making himself comfortable in your previously occupied desk chair.

“i’m so sick of asking you this question but: what do you want, jimin?” you asked. the sentence has become a regular part of your vocabulary. you were sure you said it at least twice a day.

“you know what i want, cutie. i want you. i want you so fucking bad.”

“jimin you have fucking girlfriend!”

“i broke up with her!” he yelled back, significantly louder. it was quiet for a moment after that until you spoke.

“you’re a liar. get the fuck out.” you quipped at the man in front of you.

“you want me to call the bitch and ask her for you?” he asked, pulling out his phone to scroll through his contacts.

“i want you to leave, jimin. i can’t be with someone who cheats. i’m sorry.” you could tell your words broke his heart but you’d be damned if you let him do the same thing to you he did to her. he stood up slowly from the chair and walked over to you, you backed away until he had you pressed against your dorm’s door.

“i see the way you look at me, pretty girl. i know you want me too. so do you really want me to go? or do you want me to stay? it’s your choice.” he told you, his eyes staring directly into yours. his lips so close to yours. you tried so hard to be better than him, to convince yourself you didn’t want him as much as you did. but you do. you’d wanted him from the second he talked to you outside that party.

“i don’t know.” you answered. it was true. you didn’t know if you wanted him to stay or go. you couldn’t decide. your brain was a mess of morals and lust.

“figure it out. do you want me to go and leave that ache between your legs or do you want me to take care of you?” he questioned you. fuck it. you kissed him and although it was kind of wrong, it felt right. he kissed you back, slipping his tongue in your mouth.

“did you really break up with her, jimin?” you asked him. you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you knew you were hurting another girl by fucking her boyfriend.

“i promise. i broke up with her. now give me another kiss. you taste good.” he said, grabbing your waist and pulling you against him. you kissed him again, but this time the kiss felt nothing but right. maybe you were stupid for giving into him but you weren’t thinking with your brain. you were thinking with your pussy and she wants jimin.

it didn’t take long for you to end up on your bed. your clothes had been long gone in a crumpled pile on the floor. you were on your back with your legs spread while jimin rubbed your pussy in teasingly slow circles, purposefully not focusing on your clit. you whined and pushed your hips up against his hand, but he pinned them back down to the bed with his free hand.

“be patient. i’ve been wanting this for so long i wanna savor it.” he said and even in your wound up state you were sick of his antics. finally he focused on your clit and you sighed in pleasure.

“feel good, pretty girl?”

“uh huh.” you moaned.

he rubbed your clit for a while before easing a finger into your tight hole. you gasped at the sudden feeling of being filled but you weren’t complaining. when jimin felt that you were ready for a second finger he eased another inside.

“you’re so tight, baby. i gotta stretch you out before i can fuck you.”

he started moving his fingers inside of you, massaging your walls so deliciously you were seeing stars. he hooked his fingers inside of you and pressed against your sweet spot. you moaned, bucking your hips into the air.

“is that your spot, pretty girl?” he asked you, voice husky and laced with lust.

“yes.” you whimpered.

“so fucking wet for me. you hear that?” he sped up his fingers so you could hear the squelching sounds your pussy made as he drove his fingers into you. the obscene sounds made heat prickle on your cheeks.

“jimin, please.” you begged him as you squirmed on the bed and your cunt squeezed around his fingers. it was evident to the both of you that you were close to cumming.

“you gonna cum? already?” he teased you and if you weren’t so close to that sweet release you would’ve been cussing him out but instead you nodded frantically. before you could cum, he pulled his fingers out of you.

“you are such an asshole!” you exclaimed. you pushed him away with your foot and sat upright pulling your legs to your chest and covering yourself with your blanket.

“aww, my baby’s mad?” he pouted before pulling the blanket off of you, exposing you to him once more. “i just want you to cum on my dick instead. can you do that?” you nodded meekly with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

jimin rid himself of his clothes, taking off his hoodie first and his sweatpants followed after, but not before pulling a condom from the pocket. he tugged his boxers down and your pussy clenched at the sight of what he was packing in those gray sweats.

“you just knew i was gonna let you fuck me huh?” you asked him as he ripped the foil packet with his teeth and slid the rubber on his hard dick.

“no, but i always stay prepared. now flip over.” he said and you complied, getting into position so he could fuck you from behind. you flipped over on your belly, rested your head on your pillow, and your ass in the air. “ready?” he asked you.

“mhm.” you agreed almost too eagerly. jimin thought it was cute. he pushed into you and both of you moaned. it felt so fucking good and you knew this is exactly where you wanted to be right now.

jimin started moving his hips, his strokes were just the right mix of aggressive and gentle and you were reeling. he grabbed your hips and started snapping his hips into you even faster. the sound of skin against skin and both of your horny, desperate moans bounced off the walls of your small dorm. in an effort to feel him even deeper you began backing your ass up on him.

“that’s right, baby. fuck me back.” his words were lost on you because all you could focus on was the way he was digging into your guts with every move of your hips.

he pulled you up by your curls and that’s when you felt him even deeper if it was even possible. his tip was bumping against your sweet spot and you gasped, tears prickling in your water line.

“found it again didn’t i, baby?” he asked planting kisses on your neck as he fucked you into oblivion. you were so cockdrunk all you could do is nod.

your belly got that familiar feeling in it, tension that was ready to be released and you hoped this time jimin actually let you cum. he kept fucking you both of your moans getting louder and eventually turning to pants as both of you neared your orgasms.

“jimin.” you warned him as your cunt tightened around him and spasmed while you tried to stave off your orgasm for a little bit longer to savor this moment.

“i know, pretty girl. i know. me too.” he cooed. he wrapped his hand delicately around your neck and held it there while you both chased that sweet release. jimin came first, busting into the condom with a loud moan and you followed not too far behind, gripping him like your life depended on it.

you stayed like that for awhile, him inside of you and your sweaty bodies pressed together while your breathing returned to normal. when it did jimin pulled out of you and laid you carefully on the bed.

“where’s your trash can?” he asked, pulling off the soiled condom and tying a knot in it. you lazily pointed to the little bin in the corner of your room. after he threw it away he came back to cuddle with you.

“now how about that date?” he asked you. his fingers playing in your hair.

“fine. you can take me out.” you caved

“we did this backwards.” he said, making you giggle.

you were actually happy you gave him a chance, maybe things would work out. maybe he’d end up being decent or maybe you’re still thinking with your pussy.

[ontheshroom]

what about you and jack joking around but he picks on you for something you’re actually really insecure about? like he doesn’t know before he said it but you freak out. how do you think he would react?

Let me start off with my dumbass completely misread this so it’s half concept/short fic????

If Jack were to joke about something you’re insecure about and he didn’t know he’d be so apologetic. The second your face drops his whole world just shatters.

He’d literally tell you how much he loves whatever you’re insecure about so quickly.

“Baby, I didn’t know. I’m so sorry. It was a stupid joke.”

He’d make sure that no one else would even think about joking about your insecurity.

Now for the fic portion😭

This is assuming Jack knew about your insecurity (in this case how shy you grow in crowds) and jokes about it without thinking.

You know better.

Music vibrates the floor under your feet as lights strobe through the air. From the atmosphere, you’d think you’re in a club but you’re really just at a house party a mutual friend is hosting.

“Yeah, so after the US tour is done we’re going to Europe,” Jack tells Zack.

“How are you enjoying traveling, y/n?” Zack asks you.

“Oh, I really like it! Especially doing so with Jack.” You smile.

“Huh, I’m sorry I can’t hear you,” Zack says moving his ear toward you.

“She always gets so fucking quiet around people, but when it’s just the two of us I can’t seem to get her to shut up.” He laughs.

Your smile drops and your eyes soften.

“I’m sorry, excuse me.” You apologize to Zack before you leave.

Suddenly the air feels all too cold and your bottom lip can’t seem to stay straight as it wobbles.

Don’t cry in front of all these people.

You stumble inside the house in search of an empty bathroom. Your breath hitches as you reach the door, the door handle is warm as you twist it open. You look at yourself in the mirror as you watch your tears cascade down your face.

I don’t mean to be quiet. It’s just a lot of people, and before the problem was that I was too loud. He knows better though. I’ve told him so many times.

Knocks on the door have you sniffling and wiping your tears quickly.

“Y/n, open the door,” Jack says.

You open the door, your face all the evidence he needs to know you’ve been crying.

“I’m sorry, princess.” He says walking into the room and locking the door.

He pulls you to his chest and you can’t help but cry.

“Why’d you say that, Jack?” You cry.

“You know better.”

“I didn’t think before I talked, baby. It was supposed to just be a joke.” He apologizes.

“Nothing about that was funny.” You sniffle.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.” Jack says, hurt taking shape on his face too.

“It’s okay, just don’t do it again.” You sigh.

“I won’t. I never want you to be sad because of me.” He says, rubbing your back.

[we-were-so-beautiful]

2. day six

holy shit hi! it's me! I'm back! I will be very surprised if anybody remembers me or this story given that it's been literally six months since I posted the first chapter. my motivation, interest, energy and amount of free time for this project all fluctuate, but... this story feels like it wants to be told, and I want to tell it. so hopefully I'll manage to pop up around here with an update for it every once in a while.

Content warnings for this chapter: box boy universe, pet whump, dehumanization, cages, blood mention. I'm still getting the hang of how to tag these so please let me know if there's anything I missed.

[masterlist] [chapter one] [chapter three]

Vanessa means to wait until an hour before closing time to go to the shelter. Really, she does. She wants to give this guy as much of a chance as he can get to go home with someone, literally anyone, who’s better for him than she is. But it’s lunchtime and she’s already practically vibrating. She’s not even used to being awake by noon anymore, much less having already been up for hours refreshing the site so often it’s making her nauseous. Or maybe that’s just the all-consuming anxiety of suspense.

What if the assholes at the shelter decide that six days is close enough, and take him away before she even gets there? What if she’s fucked up and counted the days wrong, and he’s actually scheduled to die today? What if the subway’s delayed, or the shelter closes early, and she’s too late, and another person dies because she made a stupid fucking mistake?

What if, says the voice in the back of her head that she refuses to listen to, somebody takes him who’s even worse for him than me?

“Oh, fuck literally all of this,” she says to the empty room, and grabs her coat.

—

“Uh, hey, I’m here to…”

“Sign in on the sheet.” The bored-looking shelter employee doesn’t so much as glance up from her phone. Vanessa looks around; the lobby is totally devoid of anyone save for the two of them.

“I just want to know if—”

“Sign in on the sheet.”

Vanessa breathes out through her nose until her hand stops ticking long enough to write. She scribbles her name and the time, and sets the pen down with a deliberate clack on the desk directly in front of the employee.

The woman barely raises her head. “How can I help you.”

Vanessa steels herself. “Is, uh… Do you still have…” God she hates talking about people like this she hates it she hates it she hates it. “Is pet number 414374 still here? I want to…” She wants to choke on the word. “...I want to adopt him.”

The employee’s affect goes duller than ever. “Oh, he’s still here, alright,” she mutters grimly.

Vanessa only realizes how much tension she’s been holding when it floods out of her so fast she almost loses her balance. “Can I see him?”

“If you really want to,” the employee sighs. “But I’m tellin’ you, lady, you’re not gonna like what you find.”

—

“That’s him?!”

“Told you you were gonna be disappointed, lady.”

Vanessa gapes. It’s not like she’s been expecting to be okay with seeing people in cages, but she sure as shit didn’t expect… whatever the fuck she’s looking at now.

The dude is filthy, caked head to toe in blood, dirt and worse. The hair that flowed around him in his picture is matted down his back now, littered with scores of dead and decaying leaves. His ice-blue eyes are dull and unfocused. His breaths are quick and shallow, and the way they rasp in his throat makes Vanessa twitch. 

He’s lying in a heap on the single layer of newspaper between him and the inch-wide mesh of the shelter-standard cage. Vanessa sucks at math, but she thinks it can’t be more than three by three by five. The shelter profile listed him at six foot two.

The employee bangs on the metal with the back of her hand, making a horrible clanging sound that makes Vanessa want to claw her own ears off. “Hey, look alive, refurb. You got one more interested owner. Maybe try to impress this one for a change?”

“Can he even—” Vanessa starts, but the guy surprises her by slowly, painfully lifting his head. The dirt that coats his skin cracks and flakes as he struggles to push himself up on his elbows. He reaches jerkily for the front of the cage, arms trembling violently with the effort, his breathing growing more and more labored as he tries to meet her gaze.

In the split second before he collapses again, she swears he manages it.

—

“I want him.”

The employee has already turned to go, talking over her shoulder as she ambles back toward the desk. “Yeah, so if you're lookin’ for a fancy one you could try the Manhattan shelter, they sometimes—hang on, you what?” She twists back abruptly as the words actually register.

“I want him,” Vanessa says again.

The employee stares at her for a long, long minute. Vanessa can almost see her fighting the urge to blurt out, “why?” Finally, though, she collects herself, with a wildly overexaggerated shrug of her shoulders.

“It’s your money, lady,” she says, and unlocks the cage.