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suckerforcate · 17 days

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Mint Choc Chip

Pairing: Kate Lethbridge-Stewart x fem!Reader

Word Count: 6712

Warning: 18+, face sitting, fingering, use of y/n like two times cause I couldn't think of a better way, Reader has mentioned breasts but other than that no mentioned genitalia

Summary: Kate and you have been best friends for years and you both kind of want more. But in the end it takes her kids to actually get you to admit to it.

A/n: So I randomly got some sort of kick of motivation and just did this thing in one day. Wtf? But hey, I'm not complaining, but the unfinished fanfic in my drafts might. But I just hope you like it, it's very long. It just kind of took the rains and wrote itself? Not sure what happened. Would love a comment, like or repost.

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"You're still here." You stated softly, albeit not very surprised, as you stepped into Kate's office. It was well past 10 pm, and it had been a long, eventful day. She looked tired, exhausted by the day. You never liked her staying so late to work.

“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” She said without looking up from where she was trying to finish some paperwork. You raised your eyebrows at that reply.

"Because it's half past 10?" You spoke and stepped a bit closer into her office. You were already wearing your coat and had a bag thrown over your shoulder. She laughed, finally lifting her gaze from the papers to look at you. “Oh please, I’ve been here much longer than that before, you know that.”

"Is that supposed to make it better?" You questioned, hands in the pockets of your jeans. She shrugged and put the papers down, then sat back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re still here too you know”

"Yes. But I stay this late every few months. You do it 90 per cent of the time." You pointed out. She raised her hands defensively, but it was clear she was struggling to think of a good comeback. “Just admit you care about me."

"Ok. I care about you." You simply replied and chuckled a bit as Kate looked a bit surprised. Her hands dropped, and she tried to think of what to say next but for once in her life, she was at a loss for words. “Oh uh, well uh, yeah-“

"Look at that. Kate Lethbridge-Stewart speechless." You said and grinned slightly. You stepped forward and closed the file in front of her. Then you lean forward and saved the file on her computer, turning it off after. "Come on."

Normally she had argued, but something about you had completely thrown her. With a sigh, she looked at you. “I do still have work to do, you know?”

You turned your head and looked at her. You smiled softly and booped her nose. "Yes. Tomorrow." You said and pulled back, standing up straight in front of her desk again. Arms crossed and looking at her expectantly.

She scrunched her nose and frowned. Despite the fact that you were younger than her, she couldn’t bring herself to boss you around. She sighed heavily and stood up.

“Fine. But I’m driving”

"Be my guest." You said and smiled triumphantly at getting her to stop working.

She grabbed her car keys and jacket and motioned for you to follow her out. “I’ll even stop to buy ice cream on the way home too."

"Really?" You jumped up and down a bit excitedly and grinned at that. You didn't have any ice cream at home anymore, so this was a fantastic idea.

She laughed softly at you looking like an excited child and nodded. “Yes, yes. But you have to be quiet when I park, so you don’t wake up the kids."

"You're taking me to yours?" You asked her surprised. She gave you a look as she locked her office door.

“Yes. I’m not dropping you back home half an hour away at eleven at night. You can sleep on the sofa or take the spare room. Whichever you’d prefer." A bit surprised by the turn of events you smiled warmly at her.

"Oh, thank you. That's very kind." She smirked and placed a hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you down the hall. “Oh don’t sound so surprised. I’ve let you stay over before”

"Yeah, when I was injured from a mission. And I always assumed you just felt guilty." You said and shrugged. Then you added: "Which you never need to. I never blame you. No one does." Her hand on your back moved up and down gently as you entered the lift.

“Oh I know that” She pushed the button to send the lift to the ground floor and waited a short while for it to start moving before speaking again.

“I don’t blame myself anymore. Sometimes I just want you there. Especially after…things. You understand the stuff we deal with, and you’re not afraid to call me out when you think I’m wrong. It's refreshing." You grinned and stepped out of the lift as it pings and the doors open.

"Well, someone needs to talk some sense into you." She rolled her eyes but couldn't stop herself from smiling. She led you to the car and unlocked it, holding the front passenger door open for you. “Very funny. Just get in the car”

"Yes, Ma'am." You said and saluted as a joke, grinning at her and getting into the car. She shut the door and walked round to the drivers side, opening her own door and getting in. She started the car and leaves the underground car park. The drive was mostly silent, neither of you speaking much but when she pulled up outside a supermarket, she turned to you. “What flavour do you want?”

"Mint Choc Chip." You replied excitedly. Kate laughed gently and started to get out the car, calling back to you over her shoulder. “I should’ve guessed. You can come in if you want, just keep quiet please."

You jumped out of the car and ran after her. "What? You think I'm gonna embarrass you in the supermarket?" Kate raised an eyebrow as you caught up to her but smiled fondly. “With the way you like to joke around? Yes” She turned back around and started walking into the shop.

"Don't tempt me." You teased grinning mischievously. She looked back at you and tried to give you a stern look, but was unable to keep the smile off her face. "Don’t you dare. You know I’ll just make you sleep on the sofa instead of the guest room."

"What's the alternative? Your bed?" You teased and grinned stupidly as you followed her. If anyone had told her a few years ago she’d be standing in a supermarket car park, talking to an attractive woman half her age about sleeping in her bed, she’d have never believed them. She stopped in her tracks for a split second and looked behind her, blushing slightly. “I’ll make you sleep on an armchair”

At that you chuckled and held your arms up defensively. You made a show of 'locking your mouth shut' and followed her. “Good”

She continued walking towards the frozen aisle, a slight smirk on her face as she tried to hide her red cheeks. She glanced sideways at you, seeing you ‘locking your mouth’ and tried not to laugh. “You’re such a child. How old did you say you were again?”

You pointed at your mouth and acted innocently, like it was actually locked, and you couldn't answer. Kate rolled her eyes and took hold of your chin, so you actually were forced to look at her. “I’m trying to have a conversation. Unlock it.”

You made a show of unlocking it and throwing the key away. "I'm 31." Kate nodded slowly as she started to look through the ice cream, still holding your chin. “And you still have the same sense of humour as a 12-year-old."

"But I made you laugh." You said triumphantly and poked her side. Kate let go of your chin to swat your hand away but was still smiling. “That’s a fair point”

She found the tub of mint choc chip she wanted and started walking again. “Come on. Let’s go pay and get home before I change my mind and make you sleep in the kitchen."

"Close to the food source. Might not be so bad." You grinned as you jogged after her. Kate glanced at you and rolled her eyes, trying to hide that she was amused by you.

“If the kids wake up and find you sleeping in the kitchen, they’ll never let me hear the end of it. You know they already think it’s funny you keep staying over." You chuckled amused as you walked over to the self-checkout. "I bet they do." Kate scanned the ice cream and then fished her wallet out of her bag. As Kate paid you took the ice cream from her to make it easier for her.

Kate smiled when you took the ice cream from her, and she grabbed the receipt from the machine, putting it away in her back pocket. “Come on then, let’s get going.” She started to walk out of the shop, holding the door open for you on the way.

"Thanks." You smiled and stepped through the door. Together you walked back to her car. Kate got in the driver's seat and started the car, making sure you were in before she sets off towards her house. You both thought about what it means that Kate let you stay over so often, so willingly. The kids were probably right to think it slightly strange. Kate kept her eyes on the road, her hands on the steering wheel almost clenching slightly. She seemed to hesitate for a moment before asking in a low voice.

“Do you think the kids get the idea you and I are…together?” You shrugged and looked at her for a moment. You hesitated, thinking about how much you should reveal. You decide to just joke.

"Your fault for always letting me stay over." Kate sighed slightly, pulling up outside her house and killing the engine. “But friends can stay over. It’s nothing strange, I’ve got a spare room.” She got out of the car and started walking towards her front door, rummaging in her jacket pocket for her keys. You followed her, the ice cream freezing your hand. You furrowed your brows a bit at the lack of a laugh from her.

"They're kids. They care about your happiness. They probably just want you to have someone, and they already know me. It'd be convenient for them." You said and shrugged. You'd effectively hidden your massive crush on her until now. You weren't going to ruin that now. But you still wanted to assure her a bit. She had good, kind kids.

Kate finally found the keys in her pocket, pulling them out with a small triumphant noise. She began to unlock the front door, but as she spoke, she looked over her shoulder at you. “You might be right. But do you really think they’d want me to be with someone like you?” She was trying to keep her voice light and airy, but you had known her long enough to know she was overthinking something.

You stepped into the house behind her, trying to lighten her mood with a joke. "I'll try and not take that personally." You teased as you took your shoes off inside.

For once, Kate didn't laugh, she seemed too lost in her own head. She shrugged her coat off and hung it up before slowly turning around. “You know I didn’t mean it like that." She paused, suddenly unable to meet your eyes.

"Hey. What's wrong? You're overthinking something. I can see it." You said softly as you hung up your coat as well. A slightly concerned look on your face. Kate shook her head, still unable to look directly at you. She swallowed and forced out a small chuckle.

“It’s nothing. Really. Just a thought” Finally, she lifted her gaze to meet your eyes, but almost instantly regretted it. She’d never realised how attractive you were. She could feel her heart racing, her hands clenching slightly.

"Kate. Talk to me. I'm your best friend." You said and smiled warmly at her. Kate opened her mouth, suddenly finding herself unable to find the words. She took a deep breath, but before she could speak, a voice from upstairs broke through the moment.

“Mum? What’s going on?” Sarah appeared at the top of the stairs, clearly woken up by the noise. You looked up to the top of the stairs. Seeing the thirteen-year-old stand there in her pj's. You smiled at her. "Hey, sweetheart."

Sarah smiled when she saw you, her eyes flicking between you and her mother. “Hi. I thought I heard you guys”

Kate suddenly regained her ability to speak, looking up at her daughter. “We’ve only just got back. Sorry if we woke you up, love."

"We'll be quiet now." You assured her. "We just had a long day at work."

Sarah nodded slowly, but she clearly wasn't quite done speaking to her mother. “Can I talk to you? In private” Kate looked surprised and glanced at you. She turned back to her daughter. "Yeah, of course. Just give me a minute”

"It's okay. I'll be in the kitchen." You softly assured her and smiled as you took the ice cream and left for the kitchen. Kate watched you leave and turned her attention onto Sarah, motioning for her to sit on the stairs. Once Sarah was down, she stood opposite her. “What did you want to talk about?”

Sarah fidgeted slightly, fiddling with the hem of her pyjama shirt. “It’s a little bit weird.” Kate gently placed a hand on Sarah’s knee and smiled reassuringly. “Honey. You can talk to me about anything."

You smiled softly to yourself as you heard Kate's voice echo into the kitchen. She had always been an amazing mother. Even if she didn't always believe it.

Sarah took a breath and finally spoke, her words coming out quietly. "I’m worried about you. Gordon is too." Kate’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You’re worried about me? Why?”

Sarah played with the hem of her shirt again. “You’re always working. You never go on dates.” She looked at her mother with a mixture of confusion and slight concern. Kate was surprised. She hadn’t actually realised her daughter was paying so much attention to her dating life but as she thought it through, she started to get where Sarah was going. “You think I’m lonely?”

Sarah nodded slowly. “I want you to be happy, mum. You’re always working or looking after me and Gordon.” Kate softened slightly, suddenly realising how mature her little girl had become. She reached out and gently tucked a lock of blonde hair behind Sarah’s ear. “You want me to get a partner?” Kate asked, a little amused but still impressed.

Sarah sighed and tried to think how to explain it. She knew her mother was intelligent, but sometimes she needed to be a little more direct. “Yeah…I guess” She paused and glanced at you in the kitchen. Before looking back at her mother. “Especially someone like Y/n.”

At that your head shot up. Up until now you had obviously heard them talk but had tried to ignore them. It wasn't polite to eavesdrop. But this... You had to listen to this.

Kate’s heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly had to concentrate on keeping a neutral face. She swallowed and tried to appear as indifferent as possible. “What do you mean, ‘someone like Y/n’?”

Sarah rolled her eyes, already sensing her mother’s defensiveness. With an amused tone she spoke again. “Mum, I’m thirteen. I know when adults like each other.” Kate suddenly felt her cheeks flush. She couldn’t let Sarah see how flustered she was.

“Wha- Sarah, we’re just friends!” That was a pathetic cover up, and she was well aware of it. Sarah raised an eyebrow at her mother, clearly not believing her. “Mum. It’s so obvious. You like Clara. Just admit it." Kate’s stomach felt like it had dropped out of her body. She’d known that the kids suspected something for a while but now her own daughter was openly calling her out. She couldn’t come up with an excuse, but she wasn’t going to admit it. “Sarah. I’m too old” It was a weak response, and she knew it.

Well, that was just a load of Bullshit, you thought. What did she mean? Too old? What a ridiculous idea.

Sarah rolled her eyes again. For an intelligent woman, her mother could really be stupid. She took a breath and spoke again, her voice gentle. “You’re not ‘too old’. You just a bit scared she doesn't want you, Mum."

That one hit closer to home than Sarah could have realised. Kate’s mind flashed with thoughts of you, thoughts that had been plaguing her for months. She was a workaholic, middle-aged parent with all the emotional baggage she could imagine and Sarah was right. She didn’t think you’d want her.

You still listened intently, seemingly holding your breath just to not miss a single word. You hadn't imagined Kate could think something like that about herself. She was so incredible. Sure she was also gorgeous and beautiful. But she was so much more. So smart and cunning. A brilliant leader and UNIT head. How could you not be in love with her?

Sarah glanced into the kitchen, noticing you by the counter. Then she turned back to her mother, noticing her sadness. She suddenly felt bad for her mother and spoke again, gently this time. “You do realise Clara is completely in love with you, right?” Kate’s heart skipped another beat. Love? That was a strong word.

Sarah hit the nail right in its head, you thought. You were absolutely, hopelessly in love with Kate.

Kate couldn’t do anything but silently shake her head. In her opinion, there was no way you could be in love with her. She was old and worn out, working most of the time, you were young and beautiful, what on earth could you see in her?

You decided to step in and free Kate from her misery. "You know the ice cream is melting." You said as you stepped out of the kitchen and leaned against the door frame, looking at Kate and Sarah.

Kate was snapped out of her thoughts, turning to glance at you. The sight of you leaning against the door frame, a slight smile on your face sent her heart into overdrive again, and she tried to keep her voice as steady as possible. “Yeah yeah, I’m getting to it”

"Go to sleep, Sarah sweetheart. Your mum needs some relaxation. It was a long day." You said softly and smiled at Sarah warmly. Sarah nodded slowly, but she couldn't resist looking between you and her mother once more before reluctantly heading back upstairs. Kate turned, watching her daughter’s door close before turning back to you, her eyes wide.

“How much of that did you hear?” For a moment you just looked at her, arms crossed and casually leaning against the door frame. "Enough." You simply reply.

Kate swallowed nervously and took a small step closer to you, her heart still racing from her conversation with Sarah. She couldn’t even look you in the eye, instead her gaze was fixed firmly on your shirt. “You probably think I’m pathetic, don’t you?”

That made you furrow your brows in confusion a bit. When you spoke your voice was much softer. "Why would I think that?" Kate took a deep breath and continued to avoid your eyes, her hands clenching into small fists. How could you not think that? She was old, miserable and lonely. You had the whole world to explore, but you spent your time with her. “Come on, Clara. Look at me. I’m pathetic, you can admit it.”

You studied her for a second and then reached out for her hand. You grabbed them and softly unclenched them. "Why would you think that?"

Kate’s hands shook as you unclenched them, making it clear how nervous she was. She could feel her eyes starting to sting with tears. You were surprised by the sight in front of you. It was so unusual for Kate. To be this nervous and this unsure of herself. You'd never seen her like this. Despite that, she forced herself to continue. “Because it’s true. I’m older, I’m miserable…and I’m obsessed with you” That comment made you smile in absolute delight.

"Obsessed with me, huh?" You teased. Kate felt her cheeks flaming, her eyes darting back to yours as a tear slipped down her cheek. “Yes. Obsessed. Absolutely in love. Do you need me to be even more graphic?” A sassy remark. That at least was more like Kate.

"Hey, no." You said much softer again as you saw the tear on her cheek. You reached out and wiped it away. "Don't cry."

Kate’s body shuddered gently at your touch, a shiver running through her spine. She takes another step closer to you, her chest practically touching yours. She finally manages to hold your gaze with her own tear filled, watery eyes. “I do, you know. Love you. Completely and hopelessly." You smiled happily at her.

"Then it's a good thing that I'm hopelessly in love with you too." You spoke sweetly, your hand cupping her rosy cheek. Kate’s eyes widened, her heart leaping up into her throat. She didn’t believe you, you couldn’t possibly be in love with her, could you? She swallowed and tried to find her voice and when she did, it was just a whisper. “You can’t be…”

"Why not?" You asked softly, hand still on her cheek and gently brushing your thumb over her cheekbone. Kate couldn’t find an answer. Your touch was too distracting, your voice too soft. She let out a shaky exhale, closing her eyes and gently leaning into your touch. “You’re too young. You’re beautiful, smart, and you could have anyone you want”

"Good thing I want you." You whispered, lips suddenly mere inches from hers. You hesitated for a split second before you pressed your lips against hers. And it felt like everything you had craved for months. And it felt like everything you had craved for months. Better than anything you could have ever imagined. Her lips so soft, so cautious against yours.

Kate let out a small, quiet gasp as your lips met hers. She practically melted into the kiss, her body almost going limp, her mind hazy from the sudden sensation of your lips on hers. It was a short, blissful moment before she snapped to her senses and pulled back, a shaky hand covering her mouth as she studied your face. “You…you…” Kate stammered, suddenly finding herself speechless.

"Speechless again. Two times in one day." You teased softly, a mischievous gleam in your eyes as you looked at her. "I'm sorry I just kissed you. I could have asked." You softly apologised then.

Kate immediately shook her head, her eyes still wide. “No, no, do it again.” There was hardly a moment between the words leaving her mouth and her grabbing your shirt, pulling you back in for a second, more needy kiss.

You hummed delighted as she pulled you in and practically crashed her lips against yours. You let your hands run down her hips and slide into the back pockets of her pants, squeezing her arse slightly. As Kate felt your hands on her arse, a very unladylike noise to slip from her lips. She suddenly realised that they were still in the hallway and the risk of Sarah or Gordon waking up and seeing them was very real. She gently pulled away, her hands still gripping the front of your shirt. “Not here”

You nodded and bit your lip a bit to pull yourself together. Your eyes wander over her, she was slightly blushy, lips parted beautifully. "Bedroom?" You whispered. Kate’s heart raced again when you whispered that. Her brain couldn’t come up with a reason to say no anymore. At the rate you were going, you were definitely not going to end up eating the ice cream anytime soon. She reached out to grab your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours. "Yeah…bedroom. Now."

You gently but firmly tugged on her hand and pulled her up the stairs not even bothering to turn off the lights downstairs. At the top of the stairs, you couldn't help myself. You pulled her against you and kissed her hungrily. Your hands tightly holding her hips. Kate gasped again, her back slamming into the wall as you pin her against it.

“We have to be quiet” She said breathlessly as she broke the kiss off for a moment and looked into your eyes. Despite her words, she tugged on your shirt, pulling you back in for another kiss, her hands pulling the shirt up impatiently. You kissed her back, desperately. Only breaking it off for a second to let her pull your shirt over your head, leaving you in just your bra. The shirt fell to the floor somewhere without any care.

As soon as your shirt was off, Kate’s hands were on you again, roaming over your exposed skin. At the same time, she started planting needy kisses on your neck, occasionally biting down gently.

"Kate..." You trued to hold back a moan as your head fell to the side slightly, instinctively giving her better access to your neck. "The kids..." You try to remind her, the words coming out shaky and breathlessly.

She pulled away for a moment, glancing down the hallway towards the kids rooms. “You’re right…bedroom…” She took your hand again and practically dragged you down the hallway. As soon as the bedroom door closed, she was on you again. Her lips crashed into yours as she walked you backwards towards the bed. Your hands desperately tugged on the buttons of her blouse, opening one after another until it hung open and showed a hint of her blue bra. Your legs hit the bed frame behind you and nearly made you topple over onto the bed.

Kate let out a shaky sigh as you undid the final button and the material of her blouse fell open. Her hands immediately went to your hips, grabbing them to guide you backwards onto the bed. She started to move to kneel over you, but she was suddenly hit with a thought, a thought that made her stop in her tracks. “The kids…we should lock the door." You nodded and caught your breath for a moment.

"Yeah, you're right." You supported yourself on your elbows and looked up at her, waiting for her to go and lock the door. She let her eyes rake over you as you looked up at her with your messy hair and flushed cheeks, and she had to resist grabbing you again. She forced herself to break eye contact and go lock the door. When she had crossed the room and locked the door, she returned to you, a smirk on her face. “Now where were we?"

"Come here." You said and reached your hands out for her, desperate to feel her lips back on yours again. A shudder ran through Kate’s skin as you beckoned for her, and she was happy to obey. Within seconds, she was back on the bed with you, straddling your hips. She bent down and brought her lips back to yours, starting to unbutton your jeans as she did so. You pushed the unbuttoned blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall away. Immediately your hands found her breasts, trailing over the blue fabric of her bra and then cupping them gently. Kate moaned against your lips, the feeling of your hands on her already driving her crazy. She broke the kiss, breathless, and reached behind herself to unclasp her bra. She pulled it off with one hand, letting it fall to the ground as she looked back down at you, a smirk on her face. “Like what you see?” You nodded mindlessly, eyes glued to her naked breasts, breath caught in your throat.

"Very much." You replied biting your lip. Your hands can't keep themselves off of her. Immediately finding their way back to her breasts. "So goddamn beautiful." You whispered as you cupped her now naked breasts. They fit so perfectly into your palm, the skin warm under your hand.

The other woman moaned a little louder as your hands found her again. She couldn’t handle it anymore, your hands on her and your eyes studying her hungrily was too much. Her hands started to travel over your body, tugging at the denim of your jeans again. “Pants…off. Now."

You pinched her nipples and slightly tugged on them, reluctantly letting go. Quickly you help her with your pants, lifting your hips and kicking them off the bed as soon as they were off. Then your hands travelled down her smooth stomach and to the button of her slacks. Sh shivered as your fingers trailed very her skin and start undressing her. Once her pants were unbuttoned, she was too impatient and simply moved off the bed. She pushed her pants down and stepped out of them, leaving her in just her underwear that matched her discarded blue bra.

"Panties off." You managed to say, voice shaky with desire. You shifted a bit on the bed, till you were lying pretty much in the middle of it. "I want you on my face." You said, still looking at her. You were so desperate to taste her, to have her come on your tongue.

Kate’s breath caught in her throat and heat pooled in her stomach. She glanced over to you and saw the way you were sprawled out across the bed, the words you just spoke ringing in her ears. She quickly pulled her panties down and moved back to the bed. She climbed up, her legs on either side of your hips, a smirk on her face. “You sure you can handle me?"

"Don't get cocky." You said but grinned amused. Your hands rested on her hips and impatiently pulled, wanting her to move up. Kate smirked again as you pulled on her hips, but she let you, shifting forward until she was kneeling over your face. Her hands found the headboard of the bed, gripping it as she looked down at you, a bit breathless already.

“This what you wanted?” You nodded, a hungry look in your eyes as you looked up at her. Your senses were flooded with her. Her smell, the feeling of her skin under your hands... "You've got to be quiet. The kids..."

Kate swallowed nervously, her eyes fluttering shut as your hands ran over her skin. A slight shiver ran through her body as your words registered in her hazy brain. She knew it was going to be hard work keeping quiet with what you could do to her with your mouth. She could feel her thighs already shaking slightly as she spoke. “I’ll…I’ll try”

"You better." And with that you pulled her hips down, resulting in her sitting right in you. Your tongue immediately running through her wet folds.

Kate let out a small gasp at the same time as you pulled her down. Your firm hands holding onto her hips kept her stable. It took a few seconds for her to find her voice again as her hands clung to the headboard firmly. “If you keep…oh…keep doing that, it’s g-going to be difficult to be quiet."

You simply hummed against her clit, delighted by her sounds even though you knew she was definitely being too loud. Kate moaned softly as you hummed against her sensitive skin, her legs were already shaking above you, and it took all of her willpower not to let any more sounds slip out. One hand left the headboard and went to her mouth, she bit down gently on the skin of her knuckles, hoping that that would silence her sounds of pleasure a bit.

Her eyes fell closed, the combination of your hands on her hips, your tongue on her and your soft moans sending vibrations through her were almost too much. She had to fight hard to stay up on her knees, not wanting to crush you as she felt her legs turning to jelly. She was doing a good job of keeping herself quiet for now but her teeth were digging hard into the skin of her knuckles and she struggled to find some sort of control. "I…I think-“

You looked up at her as she spoke, by kept feasting on her. Your tongue swirling over her clit, alternating with soft sucking. Her taste on your tongue filling your mind with a blissful haze. And she looked so stunningly radiant over you. Breathless and stuttering, skin slightly sweaty and hair messy. The way she bit down on her knuckles, desperately trying to stay quiet. She’s interrupted by another moan escaping her as she tried to speak. She tried again, determined to get a full sentence out this time. “I…I’m c-close, and I don’t th-think I can be quiet."

Your eyes widened a bit, and you nodded, trying to quickly think of a solution. Then, in a swift motion, you lifted her off your face and flipped you around. You hovered over her, one hand coming to cover her mouth the other reaching between her legs and sliding through her folds before skilled fingers concentrated on her already sensitive clit.

The gasp that left Kate’s lips at being suddenly flipped onto her back was quickly muffled by your hand. The same hand that she had bitten down on now went to grab the pillow next to her, her fingers finding the fabric and gripping hard. Her eyes rolled back and a stream of strangled moans escaped against your hand, her back arching off the mattress. You're completely mesmerised by the sight in front of you. Kate looked absolutely gorgeous in that moment, desperate and in pure pleasure. Hair messy and sweaty, slightly sticking to her forehead. It was a shame you couldn't properly hear her moans.

Kate looked at you desperately, like there was nothing that she wanted more in the world than you. She moans against your hand again, the muscles of her stomach contracting as her back arches off the bed again. She let go of the pillow and her hand was suddenly on your shoulder, her nails digging into your skin, her knuckles going white from the pressure.

"You look so beautiful." You whispered softly as you looked down at her. Your fingers picked up speed a bit and pressed against her clit firmer.

Kate tried to speak, but it turned into a moan instead. Her body was shuddering and shaking under your touch and her legs were trembling. She managed to pull your hand away from her mouth to look up at you, her eyes pleading. “I…I need you…p-please."

"What do you need? I'm here, darling." You spoke sweetly, not getting what exactly she wanted from you. Kate practically whimpered as you spoke, your sweet words almost sending her over the edge right then and there. She was desperate for you, your touch, your voice, all of you. There was a faint hint of a blush in her cheeks when she looked up at you. “Inside…I want you…need you."

Your eyes widened as realisation hit you. A soft oh leaving your lips. Your fingers moved down, through her folds and obeyed her wish. She was wet enough for your fingers to easily slip inside of her. Kate let out a strangled moan at that, her hips bucking up against your hand. There was little space left between you now, and she brought her hands up to your face, her fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you down to bring your lips to hers. You gasped slightly into the kiss. It was a messy, desperate kiss as her body rocked against your touch, searching for more friction, more of that wonderful pleasure you gave her. Your fingers easily moved inside her, curling up a bit and hitting that sweet spot while you kept frantically kissing her, sloppy and needy.

Another wave of shudders ran through Kate, and she couldn't help the whine that left her lips as you hit that sweet spot. She’s completely overwhelmed but just couldn't get enough. Her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you closer and her hands start roaming anywhere they can touch, any part of your body. You could feel the way she started to tense under your touch, the way her walls clenched around your fingers. Her lips parted, another moan undoubtedly already on her lips. You quickly silenced it with another kiss, your tongue slipping into her mouth. She can’t think anymore, all coherent thoughts go out of the window, the only thing on her mind is you, the pleasure you’re bringing her. Her legs pull you even closer and her hands scratch down your back in a desperate attempt to bring you impossibly closer, leaving red streaks in their wake.

You could feel the moment she came. Her walls clenched impossibly around your fingers, her back arched closer into you, and she couldn't kiss you back as her lips fell open, eyes rolling back into her head. She trembled under you, desperately clinging onto you. Her legs went limp against your body and the hand in your hair went slack. Her breathing came in short pants as she tried to catch her breath, her chest rising rapidly as she shuddered against you. It took a few seconds for her mind to start working again and for sense to return. Her eyes slowly opened as she gazed up at you through the messy strands of hair that had fallen onto her face. Her voice was shaky and weak when she spoke. “Come…come here…”

You pulled your fingers out of her and gently brushed the hair out of her face. A soft smile on your lips. "I'm here, sweetheart."

Kate gave you a weak smile as you tucked her hair back. She pushed herself up against the pillows a little more, so she was now sitting against the headboard, and she immediately reached out for you. Once you were sitting up as well opposite her, her arms wind around your shoulders, pulling you closer. Her voice was still shaky, her eyes still a little glazed over as she speaks. “You’re wearing too much”

"I think you're a bit too exhausted for more." You softly spoke, leaning into her embrace and kissing the side of her face tenderly. Kate let out a quiet huff at your words, a pout forming on her face as she heard the implication that the night was over in your words, which it wasn’t if she had anything to do with it. She looked up at you, a determined look in her eyes as she spoke. “I’m fine…I’m not tired, you…you haven’t finished yet." Your heart melts away a bit, equally parts from her sweet words and from the cute pout on her lips. Something you had never seen on Kate's lips.

"That doesn't matter, sweetheart. You need sleep." You spoke softly, playing with her hair as you leaned against her. Kate continued to pout a little at your words but deep down she knew you were right, she was absolutely exhausted. The orgasm had tired her out more than either of you had realised, but she wasn’t going to admit that, no matter how weary her body was. “But…I can’t just leave you like that…”

"Yes, you can. It's been a long day, you worked hard. You're exhausted." You gave her another kiss on her temple and moved away from her gently. She whined, a sound so adorable you would have never guessed it could leave Kate Stewart's lips.

"I'm gonna clean you up, and then we'll sleep. No discussion." And to your surprise she actually didn't argue again. She simply let you clean her up and then cuddled into your side when you climbed under the covers with her.

The lights turned off, you're settled and already half asleep when a thought stroke you. You let out a sudden laugh. "What?" Kate mumbled sleepily, not even closing her eyes. She really was exhausted.

"I think we'll have to buy new ice cream." You replied fondly. You had left it in the counter, and it was surely completely melted by now. And likely wouldn't be good anymore by tomorrow, cause neither of you was going to stand up again. Kate chuckles amused, albeit very sleepily in your arms.

"Doesn't matter."

You kissed her temple and smiled.

"Yeah, you're right." Cause in the face of this moment, nothing else mattered.

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UNDER YOUR TOUCH

Summary; After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 5036

Smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso X Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh 💁🏽‍♀️

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II.

TIANA

I was at work doing my final client's nails for today; she just wanted some French-tip nails with some gems on something pretty simple. As I was doing that, I saw that Josh had texted me, saying that he was on the way to come see me at my workspace.

Ever since yesterday, while we were on the phone together, we've been texting each other non-stop. Sometimes, it would be flirting or something sexual, but I was still keeping my guard up because, like I said, I didn't know where his energy was.

But I did have this crazy ass wet dream last night about him, and I was literally sweating bullets this morning.

As I was finishing up her nails, I saw a car pull up to my shop. I saw him get out of his car, enter the building, and look around for me.

When his eye darted towards my direction as he put a smile on his face, causing me to see his grills while walking towards my direction.

"Hey, pretty mama." Jey said.

'Him calling me "pretty mama" does something to me.'

I stood up as he placed his hands on my ass, giving it a good grip as I looked down at my feet, blushing like crazy.

"I still have a client to finish, sir, so you can sit and wait until I'm done." I said while sitting back down.

"Your nail shop looks so pretty here, ma." He commented.

"Why thank you, sir. My parents helped me pick everything out."

He hummed in response while pulling out his phone to be on as he waited patiently for me to get done.

I kept stealing glances at him as he sat there, man spreading, looking all good, wearing all grey, and again, his shoe game was on point until the girl said something that kind of threw me off.

"He's fine as hell, girl. Is he single?" She asked.

I shrugged my shoulders at her while curing her nails, "ion' know if he is probably taken." I could see her face being displeased at my response to her question.

The curing light had turn off as she pulled out her nails, looking at them.

"Ouuu girl you do it right every single time."

"You know I do." I said while smiling at her.

She paid me and gave me a good tip as well while I took pictures of her nails and posted them on my story like usual. That's when I saw her get up and go over there towards Josh, trying to get his attention.

I monitored the whole interaction, reading Josh's body language. It seemed like he was uncomfortable talking to the ol' girl, brushing her off as she left the building embarrassed.

I just chuckled while cleaning up my space. As I was wiping down the table, I felt Josh's presence around me, and he touched me, causing me to jump a little.

"My fault; I didn't mean to scare you, mama." He said softly as he placed his hands around my waist, nuzzling his neck onto my shoulders.

'He's getting way too comfortable with this right now, but I'll let it slide this time.'

"It's okay, Josh; just don't distract me while I'm cleaning," I said as I proceeded to clean my table and equipment.

Knowing that he wasn't going to listen to me, I felt him feeling up all over my body, including my breast gripping them, causing me to softly moan enough for him to hear.

"J-Josh, knock it off." I let out a breath.

"why mama? It's just us in here ain't nobody finna come in." He said while giving me kisses on the neck.

"Joshhhhh."

He stopped while chuckling at me as my face was flushed. While giving him a stern look, I walked up towards him, hitting him in his chest.

"My god, you're so annoying boy." I said while being annoyed.

"what? you is fine as hell girl." Jey said.

I rolled my eyes at him while continuing to clean everything before closing up shop.

✧.*

After closing up the shop, I told Josh that I was going to go home really quickly, take a shower, and change into some new clothes before going to lunch with him.

I pulled into the driveway, turning off the ignition in my car while unlocking the door. Bianca was watching TV with Montez, and they both looked at me.

"Hey girl how was work?" Bianca asked.

"It was good; I made some good money, and Joshua stopped by," I said as she sat up, wanting to hear more about this.

"GIRL WHAT? today?" She said.

I nodded my head, yes, as I went upstairs. She was following me to my bedroom, shutting the door behind her. "What'chu getting ready for?"

I looked at her while taking off my clothes and throwing them in the dirty bin. I was picking out a cute little outfit with a skirt.

"Joshua is taking me out for lunch." I replied as I heard her squealing from the top of her lungs.

I really couldn't really stand her ass, bro, like nothing is going to happen after this.

"Girrrrrl, you gotta lemme fix your hair and makeup for this date." She said.

"It's not a date B."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, girl, hurry and take a shower so I can do your hair and makeup."

I nodded my head yes while heading to the bathroom to take a shower. I let the water hit my body gently while lying on the wall next to me, just in my thoughts as usual.

MINI SMUT WARNING I was thinking about him earlier after what he did I just couldn't stop thinking about it it's like I wanted him to do more of just kissing me on the neck.

I felt myself touching myself in, imagining him beating my back out while pulling onto my hair, slapping my ass, choking me.

I felt my breath getting uneven, not trying to moan loudly while Bianca was in my room as I continued to rub myself thinking about him.

'Why is he making me feel this way when aren't around each other?'

I was holding my legs together while moaning his name softly so that Bianca wouldn't hear me I haven't touched myself in so long it felt so good to do so.

I felt a pit going down in my stomach as I rolled my eyes in the back of my head while continuing to rub my clit faster.

Imagining it was him rubbing it while eating it, too? I bet his head game was on point, and his stroke game was, too. He seems like the type to be dominant whenever it comes down to it.

"F-fuck J-Josh." I moaned softly as I heard a knock on the door.

"Hey girl, are you done c'cmon? We gotta get you ready." Bianca said.

"I-I'm a-almost f-finish!" I felt my legs tightening as I came all over myself while breathing heavily. SMUT OVER

I wiped myself down with my rag while turning off the shower, exiting the shower and wrapping my towel around my body.

I walked back inside my room and closed the door behind me, while Bianca looked at me with a perplexed expression.

"Girl, you good? Why do you look so flushed?" She asked.

"Nun girl let's focus on getting me ready." I said while pretending like I ain't just touched myself.

✧.* Bianca got me together while fluffing my hair up one last time. She smiled while looking at how good I looked for this mini date—' well, 'that's what I would call it.'

I texted Josh that I was ready for him to come get me while I sent him the address to our place. He texted back, saying that he was ten minutes away.

'He's not fair from where we are at?'

"Ouuuu, girl, you look so good. He's going to be all over that today, so you might as well pack a sleeping bag over there," Bianca said as I hit her in the arm while she winced.

"Girl, don't play with me right now. We are not going to be doing nun of that," I said.

"T, I know you're going to be pouncing on Joshua soon enough once you see a fine specimen like him, " she said as I gave her a stern look.

"Girl shut up."

She chuckled a little as she saw a car pull up in the driveway. It must've been Jey pulling in. " Ya man just pulled me, Tink."

"One last time, he's not my man B." I said as she threw her hands up in defense.

'I mean, is she lying about what she said? I mean, this man is way too fine to be single fr.'

I looked in the mirror one last time before opening the door for Jey. As I opened the door for him, I was captured by his pretty face, not even noticing the bouquet of roses he had in his hands.

'Damn, he looks so good right now, making me think about earlier.'

His fit and color looked good on him, too. As he smiled, it looked like he had fresh-cut grills in his mouth, and I did the same thing.

He was wearing a tight, deep black shirt that looked like it was made from silk, so I could see his muscular body and arms. He was also wearing a Rolex watch and some nice leather pants, including the golden chain he had on. This man was prepared.

I snapped back into my senses as he walked up towards me, handing me the roses, which were my favorite, especially since they were white.

"Josh, you didn't have to get me roses." I said while smelling them.

"I'll do anything for a pretty woman like yourself." He said while grabbing me by the waist, pulling me into him.

'This man will be the death of me I swear.'

He didn't even acknowledge Bianca, who was standing right there watching us. Instantly, I folded for this man. I couldn't even keep eye contact with him because he made me nervous. No man has ever made me feel like that.

'Not even Malakai so Jey is the only person to do so.'

"C'cmon, love birds, let's get you all outta here, please. I don’t want to see all that in front of me," Bianca said as I looked at her in disbelief.

She gave me the don't start look, and I snickered at her as Josh and I left to get something to eat together.

We were in his car, driving towards the place while listening to some music that he was playing in the car. He had his hand on my thighs while driving with one hand.

God, this man was so fine without even trying, bro. It doesn't make sense. I was looking outside the window, enjoying the car ride, when I felt him squeeze my thigh, making me look at him.

"You good mamas?" Jey asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine Josh." I said while giving him a faint smile.

"Ight I was just making sure, with yo cute ass." He gave my thigh a little slap on it as I hissed at the stingy sensation I felt on my thigh.

I mean, mugged while rolling my eyes at him, "Keep rolling them eyes at me. Imma' give yo ass something to roll 'em about." My face felt a bit flushed when he said that kinda got me excited but I digress.

When we finally pulled up at the restaurant, it looked so pretty, and the aesthetic was very pleasing to look at. I felt like I was on the set of a show or something, you know?

We sat down at our tables while waiting for the waitress to come, but he kept stealing glances at me every chance he had, which seemed pretty amusing if you asked me.

"What, boy? you've been looking at me for the past minute now." I said as he licked his lips.

"I mean, what can I say? You're a very beautiful girl. How can I not look at you?" he said while rubbing his beard.

'I like his energy fr.'

"Stoppp, Josh." He was making me feel nervous. He chuckled lowly as we saw the waitress coming.

"Hello, guys. I'm Stacy, and I'll be your waitress for this evening. Can I get you all something to drink?" Stacy said.

"I'll take a water with ice and lemon please." I said.

"How are you sir?"

"I'll also take the same thing but without the lemon."

She nodded her head, yes, while letting us know that she'd have our drinks here in a bit. Meanwhile, Josh and I just couldn't stop glancing at each other, monitoring our features.

I couldn't keep eye contact with this man anymore, so I looked down at the ground for a bit, trying to keep all of my dirty thoughts to myself until he spoke.

"Lemme see that pretty ass face mama, don't be shy." He compliments while rubbing my thigh with his hand.

'He was making me feel wet right now.'

I want to do the things I want to do to him right now, but we are in public, so that's going to have to wait. I had to break out of this, "Whatever, so you're a tattoo artist?"

He nodded his head yes, "Yeah, I've been doing it for like four years now, and I own that tattoo you were in when we first met." Jey said while folding his arms.

"Oh, fr that's dope as hell, Josh. By the way, I loved the aesthetic of your tattoo shop," I said as he smiled and showed off his grills.

"Why, thank you mama." God, I am melting at this point with these pet names.

✧.*

Josh was taking me back home after our evening together. It's almost making me believe in love again, but I'm still going to keep my guard up and protect myself.

He was passing the blunt towards my way as I smoked it a few times before giving it back him we were high as a kite not even going to hold you, mind you I was already feeling him.

He stole a glance at me as his eyes were red and low, turning me on, but that had to wait because I was not ready for allat shit. His probably bigger than Malakai, ion know, but I didn't want that thing near me.

"You know what would be good right now? seeing yo ass bouncing on this dick." Jey said lowly.

"Mhm, we'll see boy." I said feeling him squeeze on my thigh.

"you scared, huh? you scared you won't be able to handle it." His ass read me like a damn book; how did he even know that? It was probably my energy, and I can't help myself when there is a fine specimen driving me home.

We continued to smoke out the rest of the blunt together felt like we were on cloud nine in his car; I felt even more hornier than ever.

We pulled up to the driveway as he turned off his ignition in his car as we both sat there in silence and high as fuck, I noticed him reclining the back of his seat while looking at me.

"C'mere mamas." he said while unbuckling my seatbelt, pulling me onto his lap, and holding me in place with my hips.

He looked up at me while licking his lips, slowly moving his hands onto my ass, gripping both cheeks, causing me to feel an electric shock down my spine all the way to my pussy.

"J-Josh Bianca and Montez are here." I said.

"So? What that gotta do with me, ma?"

"I'm just saying that's all."

He nodded his head while continuing to rub both of my ass cheeks, giving it a good smack on both of em making me yelp.

I felt him getting hard up against me, which, honestly, I wanted to escape before getting my back blown out by him. Ion know how he is when it comes to fucking.

"Shit girl, you getting me all bricked up and shit." Jey said while thrusting up his hips a bit for me to feel it.

Jey sat up, and my face and his were close to each other, eyeing each other's features and details. It was like we were trying to read each other.

He looked down at my lips and then back into my eyes. I could read him carefully; he wanted something as I felt him grab my throat with his hand while placing his lips onto mines.

Gripping my ass tighter, causing me to moan in the kiss, feeling him smoking under it, for some odd reason, I started moving my hips onto his hardened dick, causing him to moan.

We continued to tongue kiss each other as he replaced his lips onto my neck, sucking it , marking me up while gripping onto his mullet hair along with moving my hips still.

"you. finna. make. me. fuck you. if you keep playin' with me lil' mama." Jey growled in between the kisses.

I didn't want to get myself in trouble so I just stopped my movements while continuing to make out with him in his car, he held onto my throat firmly ass both our tongues were fighting for dominance n of course his won.

He marked me up perfectly while pulling us away from each other to take a breather as we looked into each other's eyes deeply. Mind you, we were still high as hell.

Now he was hard as a rock underneath me. He pecked my lips softly as he placed his hands back onto my ass, gripping it.

If there is any light movement right now, I will probably be folded like a pretzel in the back seat.

"why is yo' ass so pretty ma?" He asked while playing in my hair.

"I don't know, sir, why don't you ask my mama?" I said as I played with his face along his mullet.

'There's something about him that's different from Malakai, I just can't put my finger on it.'

We were both horny and high, but I didn't want to go far because I needed to get to know him more before we headed towards that stage.

"If I pull these panties down along with my boxers, you goin' to let me beat it in?"

My mind was foggy, and I couldn't think straight due to us being high, so I nodded my head yes while continuing to play in his hair.

"Hmm, you lucky. You're home right now, so I'll wait." I nodded my head while shifting off of him back into my seat before me and him started walking out of the car.

I made sure I grabbed my purse and keys. Meanwhile, Jey walked me up to the door, turning me around to face him.

"when am I going to see yo' pretty ass again?" Jey asked while holding onto my hips.

"Whenever you want to see me, you know where I'm at and where I stay." I said wrapping my arms around his neck.

"hm, bet imma see you later then mamas." He pecks my lips a few times before pulling away from each other's grip.

I unlocked the door, and Bianca was in the living room. She noticed my hickies, and that's when she started yelling from the top of her lungs, probably enough for Jey to hear.

"DID YALL FUCK WHEN YALL GOT HERE!?" She shouted as I rolled my eyes at her.

"No, B, we didn't fuck. We just made out and gave each other hickeys, that's all." I said while holding onto the wall as I was taking off my heels.

She sniffed her nose like she was a dog or something.

"Y'all smoked some weed?" Bianca asked.

"Yes we did I didn't even know he get down like that."

I went upstairs towards my bedroom while shutting the door behind me sitting down on my bed feeling relaxed.

I felt my phone beeping. I had two attachments and one video from Jey. When I went to open the messages, I almost had a heart attack looking at them.

He sent me two attachment of his dick and a video of him stroking it a whole one minute video of him stroking it while moaning my name.

It almost wanted me to send him some pictures, too, but we were getting way too comfortable with each other until he sent me another message.

Jey: I wanna beat your pussy in so bad rn looking all good like that today. 😮‍💨

I liked his message before heading in the shower.

✧.*

Josh and I were on FaceTime together. I was watching a movie, and he was on the game like usual. I propped him up on one of my pillows so that he could see me as he did the same.

'It was like we were doing couple things without being a couple.'

FACETIME Jey: mama what'chu sleeping in right now? Tiana: something comforting Jey: lemme see

I removed my blankets off of me showing him what I was wearing, I was wearing a tank top with some booty shorts on while purposefully bending over just to tease him a little bit.

He licked his lips while rubbing his beard with both of his hands.

Jey: don't play with me tiana like I won't come over there and beat that shit in. Tiana: hm ion think so but okay Jey: Bet. Tiana: what you mean bet? you aren't actually driving down here right?

He didn't say anything but put on a shirt and his sweats hearing him grab his keys as he ended the conversation, 'I know his ass ain't coming over at this time of night.'

I think Bianca and Montez were still downstairs watching a movie together, so they'll probably let him in, knowing how badly Bianca wants me and him together.

Maybe teasing him wasn't the right move because I'm not prepared for him to beat my shit in with that big ass dick he got, my assumptions were right he was wayyy bigger than Malakai.

Seeing a car pull up in the driveway I knew that it was Josh because he plays Loud music in his car, I heard him knocking on the door knowing that Bianca would let him in hearing them talking downstairs.

"Yeah, she's upstairs right now, probably sleeping."

I heard him chuckling

"oh fr? well, she has a surprise."

I heard their footsteps stop near my door before they started to knock. I stood up, acting like I was sleeping, opened the door, and saw Josh and Bianca standing there.

I pretended to yawn while rubbing my eyes, stretching. I knew that Josh wasn't buying my act, but Bianca had no clue what was happening.

"My bad girl I didn't know you were sleeping," Bianca said.

"Yeah, I guess I might've slept for too long." I said while looking at Josh.

"Well, okay, then I'll let you two be." She walked back downstairs, and Josh stood there with his arms folded.

I turned around, walking away as I heard him shut the door behind him, grabbing me up by my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his torso.

He gaze was dark and lustful as he walked us towards my bed sitting on it and holding me in place on his lap.

He proceeded to grab my throat firmly while keeping his eyes on me, monitoring my features as I did the same thing.

He began to capture his lips onto mines as we both moved them in sync as I felt his hand slowly moving towards my ass giving it a good grip on it meanwhile I felt his tongue sneaking inside my mouth causing me to be taken aback by this until he pulled me in closer making it more aggressive and passionate at the same time.

MINI SMUT WARNING.

"when I give you this dick, yo ass betta not run you hear me?" He demanded while looking into my eyes.

I nodded my head in response as I felt a slight slap on my thigh, causing me to winch in pain, "lemme hear you say it, mama."

"Yes I hear you Josh." I said softly.

He began putting his face in between my legs and started to eat my pussy out causing me to moan loudly.

His nose was rubbing up against my clit while I was gripping onto his mullet.

'This man gives wayyy better head than Malakai.'

I felt him stick two fingers inside of me as he continued to rub his nose onto my clit including moving his fingers at a normal pace.

He was working magic onto me I felt so overstimulated right now this man had me seeing stars.

"F-fuck Josh..." I moaned while continuing to grip onto his mullet.

"Uh-Huh...mama... it feels good, doesn't it?" he cooed as he kept his pace going.

"Y-yes. " I felt like I was on cloud nine right now, as his tongue was doing the work, and his beard tickled me a bit.

I felt his fingers moving a bit faster as he looked up at me with his hooded eyes, it satisfied him seeing me squirming around his touch.

He rubbed his nose and tongue faster onto my clit having me roll my eyes in the back of my head while breathing heavily.

"J-Josh!"

"Give me that shit mama, cum on my face, c'cmon you got it baby." Jey encouraged as I felt a heavy pit going down my stomach.

I felt my legs tighten as I squirted into this man's face seeing him sucking all of my juices down causing me to shake violently.

"fucccccck Joshhhh." I moaned loudly as I was breathing heavily.

Josh pulled his face from my pussy seeing him suck his fingers tasting my essences, he pulled down his red psd boxers as my face went into complete shock.

He smirked down at me seeing his nice eight inch brown dick sprung up from his boxers ion think I'll be able to handle this.

"Come suck it mama, I wanna feel your mouth around it." Jey said as I put my hair up in a pony tail pulling his dick towards my mouth.

I was bobbing my head up and down on his tip as he was moaning in pleasure while throwing his head back.

I kept stroking it up and down as my tongue circled around his tip driving him insane as I felt him grab a full load of my hair and begin thrusting inside of my mouth lucky for me I didn't have any gag reflex.

"Fuuuuck mama your mouth feels so good around me...shit." Jey grunted as he kept moving his hips.

His dick was deep inside my throat as I was holding onto his thighs trying to keep up with his pace causing me to stop him trying to gain some type of control.

I went back to stroking him while constantly licking his tip it was a lot of saliva dripping down on the bed sheets and my thighs.

"this yo' dick mama, all yours." I love hearing that so much coming out his mouth hearing him moan and groan.

I was squeezing his balls as he tightened his legs a bit while I continued doing what I was doing, swirling my tongue onto his sensitive tip.

He wanted to grab onto me but didn't as I felt his dick twitch inside of my mouth, knowing that he was close to busting inside of my throat.

"D-don't stop, Mama... keep goin'," Jey moaned, throwing his head back.

I could see him roll his eyes in the back of his head while gazing down at me caressing my cheek.

"Fuck you're so beautiful." I smiled at him while bobbing my head faster so he could get his nut.

He grabbed my hair once again, thrusting inside of my mouth in a fast past, letting him gain control again while I held onto his thighs.

He threw his head back at the pleasure he was feeling as he kept his pace up, making me breathe through my nose.

"When I nut, I want you to eat that shit up, you hear me?" He grunted as he kept face fucking me.

My throat and jaw were in pain but I had to keep pushing through it as I pushed myself back to jerk him off as he whined.

I found it amusing to hear him whine as I kept stroking his sensitive tip up and down feeling him quivering under my touch.

As I gave it one last stroke, he groaned very loudly while cursing under his breath as his nut splattered all over my face, feeling this sticky sensation on my face.

SMUT OVER.

I went towards the bathroom to wipe down my face until I felt him behind me kissing my shoulder as he tapped his dick onto my ass.

"Didn't I say when I give you this dick, yo' ass betta not run right?" He said.

"Y-yes?" I said nervously.

"Well c'mere and give me this pussy then mama."

Under your touch.

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A/N: phew I didn't expect to write this much today lol but I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments.

Stay Ucey.

#jey uso #jey uso fanfiction #jey uso smut #jey x oc black #black fanfic writer #black oc #black writers #wwe fanfiction #wwelove

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This stupid green thing is my fursona, Skrill, ignore him-

Anyways I figured that since I have posted all the main characters refsheets that I might as well introduce myself and my au!

Hi my name is Rodrick, but feel free to call me Ronnie or Skrill. I'm the main creator of the TMNT Dooms Day au, my brother @xxandyleedoomsdayxx is my co-writer! He helped me with the character designs and ofc he is helping me with writing as well since I'm not the best at it

I'm a guy so refer to me with He/Him and I'm Aroace, I'm 19 and I've been a part of the TMNT12 fandom since I was about 11(I think) but obviously I have been watching the tmnt series since I was like 6

I also have a meet the artist up on my non-tmnt account here!

Here are just some things about my au and the links to all the refsheets!

The Dooms Day au was originally supposed to be another 2012 re-write, but I decided against that since I really just wanted to do my own thing with the au. So the designs and the story layout is now just really inspired by the 2012 series since that's unfortunately the one I'm most familiar with😅

The au will contain ocs and Oc X Canon stuff, along with a whole lot of other stuff.

Leonardo

Donatello

Michelangelo

Raphael

Turtles extra info

Turtle tots

Human Raph & Donnie

Human Mikey & Leo

April O'Neil

Karai

Casey Jones

CJ & Raph (This is here because this drawing shows what CJ looks like wearing his mask XD)

Mona Lisa

Mondo Gecko

Venus De Milo

Irma & Vernon

Splinter

My oc/Lucius

Lucius mutant design (not finished yet)

Brother's oc/Andy

Andy's main refsheets

The foot clan

I'll add more links later since I'm still adding more characters but that's it for refsheets right now.

Dni list, my boundaries, and commission info down below-

DNI LIST!

TCEST MFs GTFO

Proshippers/Toxic shippers, Zoophiles,

Homophobes, Transphobes, Ableists,

Fujoshis,Racists, Really any kind of bigotry,

Dreamsmp & Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss fans,

Fetish artists, 2012 Leo X Karai shippers and lastly Ai Supporters.

If I notice that you have any of this shit on your Tumblr I'll block you

MY BOUNDARIES-

Do not repost my art without my permission or without credit(reblogs are fine obviously)

Do not spam like my posts, seriously it's annoying and I'll probably block you

No random criticism please it's rude and if I want criticism I'll ask for it(this goes for my art and my writing)

Please don't randomly make sexual comments towards me or my art, just because I'm over 18 does not mean I'm comfortable with it. I'm aroace and it genuinely weirds me out especially if I don't know you

And don't randomly vent in my comments or on my posts

Art requests and questions are always open as long as they are related to my au(unless I specify otherwise) so go wild! Just don't be weird

Now the last thing I want to put here are my commission sheets!

I can only take payment through Cash App, since that's all I have right now.

My main art style!

Simple/Comic style!

I like to keep my prices pretty low since I don't do really detailed art, but all my other commission info is on my pinned posts on my Instagram !

I ALSO HAVE A BLOG FOR MY ORIGINAL STORIES/NON-TMNT ART @xxskrillynnxx

But yeah that's it XD

#tmnt doomsday au #tmnt au #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #tmnt 2012 au #teenage mutant ninja turtles #masterlist #masterpost

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stormkobra-5 · 8 months

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Ladies and gentlemen...

I know some of you may be glad to see me. Some of you, maybe not. Oh, well. I had my reasons for disappearing off the face of the planet. It was mainly a mental health break, totally unexpected. I felt extremely sorry for randomly leaving without any sort of explanation, but I needed the time off. I've been going through a *lot* of unexpected but not unwelcome surprises, one of which was the said break. BUT. I'm back-- sort of.

When I took my break, I took a break from *everything.* I may or may not have totally deleted and or forgotten about 90% of my planned fics, buuuuut, oh well. That's life, I suppose. Always room for a new beginning.

So, what am I doing back? Well, if I do post anything it certainly won't be on any kind of schedule. ADD has *really* fucked me over on that one. I do really want to continue my series, though, eventually.

The main reason I came back is because I wanted to connect with my old friends and community. I missed everybody and guilt has chipped away at my little blackish soul piece by piece. But again: that's all in the past.

I'm not sure how active I'll be as posting original content goes. Here and there, maybe. Reposting? *Hell* yes. Also, I've gotta figure out how tumblr works all over again... In the months I've been gone I've gotten myself into a decent career and became a ✨️published author.✨️

I'm not sure how long it will take me to respond to anything, and I'm still dealing with a *lot* of mental things right now, buuuuut... We'll see how this goes.

#im back bitches #did you miss me?

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 year

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Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Cheating/Infidelity; Mating; Light Degradation; Spanking; Exhibitionism; Multiple Positions; Creampie; Unprotected PIV Sex; Facials; Scent Play; Marking; Spitting; Deepthroating; Cunnilingus; Begging; Edgeplay; Power Play; Daddy Kink; Some Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: This week has been hella weird (I think it's cuz of an eclipse coming or Friday the 13th) but in other news, HAS ANYONE SEEN THE NEW JJK EPISODE? BITCH NANAMI CAN HAVE ALL OF ME. -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

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Chapter Thirteen: I'll Kill For You.

That night across the city, Keigo is tossing and turning in his king-sized bed.

Usually, on a Friday night such as thing one, he would be inviting his friends over for a little kickback or play a round of video games. Maybe he’d even be out in the streets, bar hopping or going to clubs.

But tonight, he doesn’t want to socialize. He doesn’t want to be with anyone. His phone has been blowing up since he’s gotten home, but he ignores it. He even smoked a blunt and went to bed early for work tomorrow, also hoping this would calm his mind that is won’t shut the fuck up about you and Sakura.

But it won’t. No matter what, his brain keeps replaying Monday afternoon when you looked so damn good in your work clothes when he met you for lunch and the moment Sakura walked out on him last weekend.

“Dammit,” he swears, frustratedly sitting up in his bed. He figured going to bed early in time for work tomorrow would help him clear his mind for a while, but he was wrong. All he can think about are you, Sakura, and how fucked his situation is.

But mostly, his thoughts lie with you. He is glad things are “cool” with you after that lunch meeting you two had, but things are still…different. There is still that layer of attraction underneath every conversation you two have; every text he sends you; every laugh you give him at his jokes. That night at the hotel only made that attraction more palpable for him. He can’t even look at you the same way again.

“Fuck!” he growls, gripping his hair in frustration. This is ridiculous! He’s never going to get any sleep if his mind keeps racing like this.

So, against his better judgment, Keigo rises from his bed, tosses on some sweats and a tank top, and takes to the skies in an effort to stretch his wings, destress, and tire himself out enough to get some sleep. He originally plans to just fly about randomly, a particular route not planned…but what the fuck does he do instead?

He takes the route to your and Rumi’s apartment.

“You stupid motherfucker,” he sighs, criticizing himself and his need to see you. Logically, he knows he isn’t. There is about a one in ten chance he’ll actually see you in your bedroom window, especially considering that you and Rei aren’t a thing anymore and as far as he knows, you’re single. So when he pulls up to your condo, he expects to see your bedroom curtain closed for the night.

What he doesn’t expect to see, however, is Rei’s ass strutting out of the condo building like a proud peacock. Keigo pauses in his route immediately and zips behind the building, pressing his front up against the brick wall.

He peeks out from the side, sneakily eyeing your ex-boyfriend as he practically skips down the steps of your building. Why was he in there? Could you two have talked? Are you back together? God, he hopes not. How could you have taken back a fraud like that?

Rei begins to whistle a low tune as he digs into his pocket for his car keys. He clicks a button on the pod, causing the headlights on a white sports bar parked off to the side of the street to blink on.

Keigo carefully examines everything about your ex as he pauses for a moment to take a call when his phone rings, noticing how careless he seems. He even turns around, facing away from his car, as if he has no care in the world.

That kind of confidence can only be accomplished through something he managed to receive. Is it you? Did he come over begging for you back and you said yes? Could you have met him for dinner tonight, gotten too drunk, and had sex with him, which is what he was chasing after all along?

“This raggedy bitch,” Keigo snarls.

The more he thinks, the angrier he gets. And that anger propels him toward Rei’s car, right behind his back without him even sensing the pro. Keigo is just too fast. He zooms right by and settles onto the hood of Rei's car, one foot up while the other dangles above the ground. He waits for Rei to finish his car, half of the conversation nothing but mumbling.

When he finally hangs up with a laugh, Keigo makes his move. “Stalker much, Tempo?” he asks.

Rei startles and immediately whips around to find Keigo sitting on the hood of his car. Keigo smirks a this reaction, glad he can scare the guy. At the sight of Rei’s eyes narrow. “Well, if it isn’t the number two pro hero,” he huffs. “You mind getting off my car?”

Keigo cracks his neck, making Rei tense. “Yeah, I do mind,” he growls. “Nice ride, by the way. I can only imagine what kinda shit you’d be able to get with your award.”

A cool smirk that ticks him off stretches across Rei’s face. “Well, we’ll see in a week, won’t we?” he curtly chuckles. “If you don’t get off the car, I’m taking you with me. I don’t think Y/N would wanna see you under a car though.” His smirk only grows wider.

Keigo imagines punching it off of his face. This fucker is way too cocky and confident right now. Something definitely happened with you tonight. “Were you with her tonight?” he asks, cutting right to the chase. He knows that this doesn’t concern him, but if you’re going to be with anyone else, he'd rather it be someone who isn’t an insecure phony.

Rei’s smirk fades, replaced with a bitter stare. “Why’s that any of your business?” he asks, placing a hand on his hip. That makes Keigo even angrier for some reason, despite him being right…but shit, he doesn't wanna hear it from him!

He begins to argue that your happiness is absolutely his business, but Rei stops him. “You think you’re gonna take my place?” he acerbically hisses.

Keigo’s mouth abruptly closes, his brows furrowing in confusion. What the hell is he talking about? “You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” Rei asks, an accusatory look on his face. "Trying to intimidate me, scare me out of breaking up with Y/N so you can steal my spot?”

Keigo silently stares at him for a minute, wondering if this man had too much to drink and is just saying shit. “Okay,” he begins. “First of all, you’re crazy. Second of all, Y/N already broke it off with you. Third, you’re crazy.”

Rei chuckles at his insult, rolling his violet eyes. “Not crazier than someone desperate enough to intimidate their best friend’s boyfriend,” he rebuttals.

Keigo scowls at his words, realizing that he’s talking in the present tense again…as if he is still your boyfriend. Rei laughs, finding humor in this. “What, you didn’t hear? We got back together just tonight. A few hours ago, actually.” A suggestive smirk stretches across his punchable face. “I’m sure you can smell the perfume.”

Keigo immediately jumps off of the car, his wings shuddering with anger. “You’re lying.”

Rei raises an eyebrow at him. “Am I?” he challenges. He raises his phone to Keigo, that smirk still on his lips like he’s winning this game. “You want me to call Y/N so she can tell you herself?” Keigo blankly stares at the phone, his jaw tightening. he’s almost tempted to say yes.

Rei cackles, making the winged pro want to wring his neck. “You’re pathetic for trying this card, Hawks,” he sighs pityingly. “I mean, as a pro, you should be smarter than this thinking you could break us up and steal your way into Y/N’s heart…or bed.”

Keigo's ears perk at the last part and his top lip begins to twitch––something that happens when you’ve got him heated. “Da fuck’s that supposed to mean?” he asks through a growl.

Rei isn't the least bit intimidated, or is at least pretending he isn’t. “Look, who you spend the night with is my business,” he says, putting his hands up in mock defense, “but everybody knows you get around. Is that what your current girlfriend is? A one-night stand that turned into a weekly nightstand?”

His eyes turn into darkened, violet slits, his stare becoming ice cold. “How is she, by the way?” he asks. “Does she know you cheated on her with your best friend?”

Keigo swears his heart falls into his ass. At the sight of his shock, Rei smirks. “Yes, I know. Y/N told me and she seemed pretty torn up about it. Even said it was a total mistake and wished it never happened.” He sighs, putting a hand to his heart. “She even persuaded me to walk away even after she told the truth. How amazing of a girl is she?”

Keigo digs his nails into his palms so hard that he winches at the stinging sensation he feels. But it’s all he can do to not clock this joke of a man and a pro hero standing in front of him. He knows that Rei is just trying to rile him up, but he won’t let him.

And as pissed as he is that you took him back and that you told him the truth even after you swore him to secrecy, he also knows that this is your decision. He has no say in who you date being that he is just your friend. And only your friend.

He takes a deep breath and relaxes his shoulders that are wound up tighter than a drum. After finding his inner peace, he looks at the man in front of him, calm and collected. “Look, Rei,” he starts, “I’m not here for this or to break you and Y/N up if it’s true that you’re back together. I just want her to be happy.”

Rei’s smile is bitter, not at all touched by this. “Well, isn’t that sweet of you?” he scoffs. “Now get the fuck away my car.”

But Keigo doesn’t budge. Instead, he stands there as one of his feathers separates from one of his wings and sharpens to the point. It then zips through the air to stop at the hood of Rei’s car where it sits dangerously close to the metal, its point nearly digging into it and creating a scratch. The fear that crosses Rei's face is nearly orgasmic for him.

“Listen carefully unless you want a feather fuckin’ up your paint job,” he says in a dangerously low voice fit for a horror flick. “Y/N is very important to me, and so is her happiness. She’s like my family.”

He steps closer to Rei, getting up into his personal space. It’s enough to intimidate Rei even further and make Keigo even happier. “And if anyone fucks with my family, they….” He pauses, letting his words and the meaning behind them linger in the tense air between them.

Rei tries to act tough, but Keigo can see his Adam’s apple bob––an indication that Keigo has got him by the balls. “They what?” he quietly asks.

But Keigo doesn’t finish his previous sentence. He can’t. It would be too violent. Plus, to see Rei squirm makes him happier than he’d like to admit. “Just be careful with her, alright?” he says, a warning in his tone. "You hurt her once; don’t do it again.”

Without another word, he turns to walk away from Rei, mostly to ignore the urge to punch him for the one time.

But as he does, Rei has more say to him: “Is that a threat, Hawks?” he calls after the winged pro, definitely intending to poke the bear and push Keigo to do something he’ll highly regret.

Keigo stops short, standing in the silvery moonlight a few yards away from Rei. He flaps his wings once, giving Rei a sight of the majestic, crimson creation that is attached to his back. His feather comes zooming past Rei’s face, nearly taking a bit of his ear and causing him to flinch out of the way.

Once his feather has connected back with the other bunch, Keigo cracks the other side of his neck and glares daggers at your boyfriend from across the lot.

“That’s a promise, Tempo,” he warns. “Don’t test me.” And then, in a flash of red, he's gone.

#friends to lovers #keigo takami x black reader #hawks x black reader #feral hawks is the only hawks #black fanfic writer #smutty smut #bnha smut #my fic shit #black coded reader #keigo takami #my works

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PSA for new tumblr users!

there's plenty of posts like this going around, but one more can't hurt lmao

Tumblr is NOT like Instagram or Twitter or TikTok! Likes don't do SHIT here. There is no algorithm, no fyp.

If you enjoy a post, REBLOG!!!

Reblogging a post helps it gain traction, plus you can leave private comments in the tags that only op and the person you reblogged from will see.

This is ESPECIALLY important for art and fic!!! Reblogging supports the artist/writer, and i can guarantee you that any little comment you put in tags will make their day.

Also, unlike a lot of other social media, tumblr posts have no "expiration date". It's common for old posts to randomly resurface and be mass-reblogged by people. It's also fairly common to go through someone's blog and spam-reblog (some people don't like this, and will say so in their bio or pinned post. usually tho, you can assume spam-reblogging will only bring a smile to someone's face). It's also common to reblog a post multiple times in a row!

Also, reblogging =/= reposting! Reblogging still gives op the traction and notes, unlike (as i've heard anyway, i don't use twt) quote-retweets. When an artist says "don't repost", they mean don't save the image and share it in an entirely new post of your own.

Next topic! Tags. Tags in a post itself won't do anything. Use the tumblr tags for it! Tumblr tags also let you make comments in a sort of "whisper voice", and sometimes someone will see your tags and find them funny enough to screenshot and put in a reblog. This is colloquially known as being peer reviewed, and is both a blessing and a curse. People can also see who you reblogged from, and sometimes will reblog from that person instead if there's "unnecessary comments" in a reblog, such as an @ or an in-joke with a mutual.

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Speaking of public likes! They're useless. Mostly, likes are used to save posts for later, such as a recipe you want to look back on, or a video you couldn't watch while in public, or something you couldn't reblog because you hit your post limit. Tumblr's post limit is iirc about 200 posts a day (incl reblogs), so go ham! If your post limit has been hit, you can always queue things up for later. In your blog settings you can find your queue, and adjust how often and when it'll post. You can have up to 1000 posts queued, so when i say go ham i MEAN go ham.

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non-comprehensive vibe chart of some streamers i enjoy

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crimson and clover.

part one | next part | series masterlist

premise: maybe you shouldn’t get high with eddie again but you can’t get him off of your mind, and his lips are too inviting to fight the growing addiction you’re succumbing to from the things he can do with them.

pairing: eddie munson x richgirl!reader

word count: 7k

warnings: eighteen+ content, porn with plot, f receiving oral, fingering, a touch of voyeurism, weed smoking, virgin!eddie, teasing and banter, soft dirty talk, alluded blowjob, jealousy mention, cheesy fluff, shitty parentals.

etc: i’m literally obsessed with these two to the point of insanity!! like i’m not usually that much of a plot heavy girly but buckle up besties we in deep <3.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

It’s quite embarrassing, excruciatingly taxing, vexing and every other big word that you could remember and barely comprehend—but now are having a grave first-hand experience with—from those Jane Austen books you had to read in class.

Every ten sellable verb, feeling, pretext; all of them describing the exact state of your mind right now, and how superficial it made you feel. Aforementioned: excruciating, embarrassing.

A week has gone by since the night you spent with Eddie, and it’s all you find yourself thinking about.

Your mind plays a constant loop reel of everything that happened; the giggles, the kiss, the…other thing. At night when you want to sleep your mind is too busy thinking about whether or not Eddie’s thinking about it too, what happened. Or if he’s out bragging to his friends—something you have your doubts about. The two of you hadn’t discussed if this was an under-wraps kind of thing, it was probably common knowledge you wouldn't want it to be spread all over town. Which it would be, like wildfire.

None of your friends have called you to belittle you yet, so you doubt he’s told anyone.

But was it plaguing his mind as pathetically as it was yours? Or were you just so starved for decent human interaction that your mind was holding onto this one night like it was an aphrodisiac?

Maybe if you had received a call from him you wouldn’t be acting so…mortifyingly in your feelings for god knows why.

"Will we be graced with your presence across the tracks again, princess?" He had asked when he pulled up a block down from your house, not trusting his loud engine to not wake up your parents—or at the very least a neighbor who would see and then go running to your parents about the strange man they saw you with. It wasn’t a mess you wanted to deal with.

"Don't call me that." You had groaned, undoing your seatbelt and hiding your smile by biting the inside of your cheek. You hadn’t thought past this night, were still too busy rolling off that high from smoking and having Eddie against your mouth…inside of your mouth.

And maybe it was his smile, his thumb tapping on the steering wheel, eyes flashing to your mouth and back up like he didn’t know if he was allowed to kiss you again, or if he should.

But you reached across the dash and grabbed the pen randomly rested atop of it, leaned over to pull his hand from the wheel, and wrote your number on top of it.

"Don't call before six or after midnight.” You let your smile spread, threw the pen back on the dash, and opened the passenger door hopping out. “See you around, Munson.”

That was seven days ago and counting.

Never-ending counting.

It’s not like you expected him to call. You figured he probably wouldn’t, the two of you were not about to become best friends just because he cleaned your shoes, or let you smoke his weed, or because he came in your mouth. You didn’t—shouldn’t—have any expectations from Munson and you were sure he had none from you.

History didn’t make you friends. Sharing weed or an incredible kiss didn’t either.

So it wasn’t a big deal he hadn’t called.

And yet as you sit at one of the pristine white table cloth tables of the Country Club, your parents on either side of you, your fingers playing with the straw of your drink; you’re wondering if he’s called.

You’re so hyper-focused on that thought, of the thought of that stupid smile that you can’t shut your eyes without seeing—that you don’t hear your mother speaking to you until the words “I heard you two broke up” are spat through the air.

Reality crashes down on you, and you can’t help the grimace that flashes across your lips. Word really does spread like wildfire in this town. You hadn’t expected your parents to find out until at least a few weeks—or never, a girl could dream. Enough time for you to come up with an excuse at least, anything but the truth. Which would be nothing but unacceptably unrealistic to them.

“He’s not a good-”

“I didn’t ask for your feelings on the matter.” Your mother interrupts. Scowls down at the martini glass in her hand. “Fix it. You’re both going to the same college, a college your father called in many favors just to get you in. Since you couldn’t do it on your own.” Her last words are mumbled, snappy, and hurtful as always. “His parents run in the same social circle as us and could do wonders for your father's business. Don’t ruin this for yourself over girlish feelings.”

Your throat feels tight, constricted, suffocated. Your fingers have dropped from your straw to grip the end of your white pleated skirt under the table. You know even if you told your mother the full story, how you truly felt, how you’ve been with him since sophomore year and neither of you have even muttered the words ‘I love you’. And don’t think you ever will. Would.

Or how last year over spring break the two of you broke up for a month and you had felt more rejuvenated than any hundred-dollar spa treatment ever could. As if you had peeled off a deadweight and could finally feel something other than the caked-on layers of presser that were endlessly put onto you by him, by them.

Then he came back and said the same thing your mother did “don’t ruin this for us” when he had been the one to leave you. And you’d done the stupid thing and said yes. As the two of you kissed and made up your mind searched for the why, the how, the what-the-fuck-were-you doing.

And now with your mother's words as fresh as a reopened wound reminding you of the memory, you know you said yes because of her. Your father. Their need to seem so disgustingly perfect on the outside, to hide how ugly they were on the inside.

Were you as ugly as them?

The question makes your knee bounce, knuckles straining from the grip on your skirt.

Your mothers already moved on from you, talking to the friend at her side. Smiling, keeping that perfect crown in place. Turning towards your father you hope to see a sympathetic look, some wise words—wasn’t that what fathers were supposed to do? Wise words and comfort? But he’s not even looking at you, too busy laughing at something the man beside him has said.

You need to get out of here. Go home and scream into your pillow or something.

Standing from the table, a little too quickly. The legs of your chair screeching against the hardwood, your father finally looks at you.

“Everything alright?” A monologue of how everything is the farthest thing from being alright in the back of your throat and ready to be screamed. But then you can feel your mother's eyes on you, don’t have to turn to see her look of impassiveness to know it’s there.

“Yeah,” you give them both your best performed smile. “Just going to do what mom said, fix it.”

Your lie only gets you a hum from said woman and then she’s done with you and turning her head. Your dad gives you the weakest of smiles and asks if you need any money—for no reason at all. Shaking your head you quickly bid them goodbye and do your best walk-sprint out of the building.

The hot summer night air a welcome humidity from the suffocation you felt in there.

You have your parent's driver take you home. Screw your ex and screw your parents.

If your mother wanted him to be in your family so bad maybe she should drop her Pilates instructor and have him instead. It would take a hefty price—that you were sure your parents would gladly pay to get you to shut up and listen to them—to ever bring yourself to his front door and beg for him back.

You didn’t beg. For anyone. Over anything.

You asked. You got. Demanded. Sometimes you didn’t even need to ask. You were just given to. Your bank account and school career showed as much.

Fuck, maybe you were the Princess of Hawkins after all.

You start in a small sprint up the stairs to your room, your throat still feeling as if it’s being squeezed by your mother's words, indifference towards you, demands. Even with her not around you feel like you’re being suffocated by her.

You really shouldn’t have come back home.

Not for the summer. Not anytime. Should have just stuck to the one call a month and check in the mail. Life was more peaceful that way. At least you could breathe.

It was going to be one hell of a long, torturous summer.

“Someone called for you!”

You hear just as your foot lands on the last step. Your heart leaping in your chest as you turn and yell down, “who?”

“They didn’t say.” Your family housekeeper appears at the bottom of the stairs, a small smile on her face. “But they did leave their number and said to call them if you needed help on biology or something like that.” She shakes her head, “could barely understand them. There was loud music in the background.”

Eddie.

The grin that spreads across your lips is demeaning to your social status. Same with the way your heart feels like it’s pumping from your stomach now as you run back down the stairs and take the number from her, only to run back up them and to your room; dialing the number into the pink phone beside your bed, pacing the floor as you wait, hope, shamefully pray that he answers.

On the fifth ring he answers and when his voice floods through the phone when you hear the “shit-hold on” as he turns down the music blaring in the background, you feel like you can finally breathe again. No more tight throat. Suffocating. The only thing you feel now is that familiar giddy ache in your cheeks.

“Biology huh?”

You can hear the puff of air Eddie lets out from realizing it’s you, from the smile that you can tell is on his face when he speaks through the receiver, “I thought telling her I was ‘the weed guy’ would be worse, town freak was my second option.”

"Munson, it's summer no one's doing biology!"

“Incorrect. Summer school is a prison sentence I have had the displeasure of being sentenced to.” Of course, he has. You can’t help the laugh that comes out, one he joins in on.

There’s a silence that spreads where you can hear him fiddling with something on the other line.

And then he’s saying, “is the Princess busy or can she step away from the castle, and grace us, peasants, with her presence?"

You’re smiling again, fuck.

“She could, but I don't know, she might need payment." You say in your best uppity voice, flopping back on your bed. Your fingers coiling and uncoiling the cord hanging from the phone.

"Drats! Right when I’m out of gold doubloons too."

“Oooh, and I only take gold, looks like the peasants must go un-graced today.”

"Would thy majesty take my humble payment of the best weed in the county instead?" He puts on his best historically accurate voice that has you snorting.

“That’s very presumptuous of you to say it's the best."

"Did I say the best? Sorry, I meant the greatest.”

God, you despised how nice this felt. How the muscles in your cheeks were already sore and you hadn’t even been talking to him for more than five minutes. How you can’t remember someone calling you and it being like this, no gossip, no hounding questions or accusations.

Oh, how the normal half lives.

"I'll meet you where you dropped me off the other night, okay?"

"Your chariot will be waiting, princess."

When Eddie picks you up and the two of you fly across town, sharing silent smiles, the town passing in the rear view, heavy metal blaring throughout the speakers—that he doesn’t turn down until his van comes to a stop through a wooded clearing, in front of a familiar lake.

Lovers Lake.

"Really, Munson? Trying to get lucky again?" You tease, a cheeky grin covered up by him laughing behind the hair that moves in his face as he undoes his seatbelt and moves to the back of the van.

You follow him into the back, sitting on the van floor. Eddie on the sofa, much like the last night the two of you were together. Except now you’re sitting with your legs crossed out in front of you, back against one of the walls of the van.

You let him do his thing of pulling out the metal box and rifling through it while he finds what he needs. Occupying your time with looking at the newly added amps and wires that weren’t there the other night.

"What's your band called again?"

"Corroded Coffin.”

You smile remembering him telling you that when you were partnered together. Remember how he drummed his fingers on the desk and air guitared you a silent piece to emphasize how good he swore he could play, how good the band was.

"You should come see us play sometime. If you're into that.” He looks up at you through his bangs, his fingers moving in his lap as he rolls the joint.

You give the tiniest smirk as you say, “like a date?”

His shoulders are shrugging, ringed fingers scratching his cheek. “If a grimy bar and drunk geezers falling off their barstools is your ideal date then yes. Absolutely.” You share a smile and then he’s going back to his task at hand.

When he’s finished rolling, and after you’re done eyeballing him: watching how his fingers work along the rolling papers, those damn rings distracting you, and finding yourself at a loss for words when you watch him bring it to his lips and run his tongue along the seam to close it.

You were here to get away. To kill time. To smoke. Nothing else.

What happened the other night should stay a one time thing. With how your insides keep acting up from the mere thought of it. This was dangerous territory already.

"Your payment, princess." Eddie holds out the freshly rolled joint, doing a little bowing motion as he does. Making you laugh and playfully snatch it from his fingers.

Bringing it to your lips, he pulls out a lighter from the front pocket of his jeans. Leaning forward he flicks it and holds it to the other end, lighting it for you. His eyes on yours as you forget to inhale for half a second, too busy staring back at him. The thick smoke almost making you choke after you’ve come to and inhale; an intensity holding between your gazes.

He’s so close, if you were to remove the joint you could lean in and….

Nope. Not happening. Not tonight.

You quickly move back over to your spot and take a few puffs, praying that it chills whatever tempestuous feelings were burning in your lower belly right now.

The two of you fall into an easy rotation, puffing, passing, Eddie making a joke and you losing it. A peaceful cycle that soon has you forgetting about the earlier events of the day and how you had felt; your nerves now lax, body feeling good. And not just because of the weed, but because of the boy sitting in front of you.

A fact you let yourself feel.

The only thing you allow yourself to feel.

You’re tapping your foot mindless against the bottom of the couch to the metal playing through the van, ignoring the friction it causes against the pant leg of Eddie’s jeans; his leg pressed against yours as the two of you have your limbs spread out.

Your fingers are flipping through a random magazine you’ve found in one of the many piles of junk on the floor. “Who sings this?”

"Corroded Coffin.”

Your head snaps up a little too fast giving you whiplash, as you look up at him—he’s already staring back, how long has he been watching? And have your cheeks always been this warm, or is the thought that he had possibly been watching you for god knows how long that’s making you feel overheated right now?

“This is your band?!”

“Yes,” he chuckles. “I don't see any blood coming from your ears so I take it your majesty approves?"

You make a face, shrugging. "I was swallowing down my vomit actually, was trying to hide it with being nice."

“Mmm.” He replies, his hair covering his smile as he fiddles with the chain connected to his jeans.

It’s an effort to pull your eyes away from him and go back to flipping through the magazine—as if you were doing anything other than looking at the pictures. Your high mind having very little comprehension of the words printed across the flimsy papers.

That comfortable silence spreads between the two of you again, your foot going back to its tapping. Your head doing a little bob along with the beat.

“Was that a jive I just saw?”

Your movements stop, “a jive?” The snort of laughter that comes deep from within your throat should be embarrassing. If it were anyone else in front of you you know you’d do everything in your power to cover it up.

“Who says that?”

“I know many people who say it.”

“Are they 80 and over?”

Eddie shakes his head, his laugh dying down. “You like it, the music?”

“I’ve heard worse.” You shrug nonchalantly. Close the magazine and toss it back in its pile of junk.

“I’ll take it!” His fist pumping in the air in triumph.

Shaking your head you send an eye roll his way. Your heart doing a little leap in your just at how cute you think he looks right now. Your mind working overtime to hone in on the little things that light up his features when he smiles or laughs—and then the little things that don’t matter at all: like how this is your second time here and the first he had scurried around and tried to move his random messes out of the way, to clean it up. But this time around he didn’t even bother, as if a comfortability has already grown between the two of you. You hadn’t run for the hills, already knew what he was about, that this van was a second home to him by the looks—and he knew you wouldn’t care what it looked like. Hadn’t made a fuss the first time so why not let you see him more in his realm?

It makes a weird affection burn in your gut and has you toying with the bottom of your skirt to distract yourself from it.

Just listen to the music. The band. It’s pretty good.

Which isn’t shocking to you in the slightest. It only took you all your school career, and give or take a few years, to realize that Eddie Munson was a lot of things but mediocre was not one of them.

But your mind is racing a mile a minute, unlike the first time, you smoked Eddie’s stash. Which meant that you were the problem, the issue causing your mind to run from the blissful high into difficult feelings and misunderstandings of said feelings.

Go figure.

Your legs are still touching each other. You can feel the bare minimum of his heat against your legs, but it’s enough to add flashbacks of the other night into the mix of your mind. How you could feel the heat from other parts of his body; under you, beside you, against you, inside your mouth.

The tender skin of your bottom lip quickly becomes raw from your teeth, as the memories bombard you. As you grow warmer and warmer. And make the mistake of looking up at him, watching him, staring at him—and then he’s catching you doing just that and you have the urge to ask him if he’s thought about you sense that night, or why he hadn’t called sooner.

Questions with obvious answers.

But your mind is working against you here.

And the last thing you want him to think is that you’re just sitting at home waiting for him to call. Like you’re desperate for it, begging for it. Something you do not do. And was not about to start for Eddie Munson.

“Did you have plans later?” He asks.

Making your brows come together, a confused look on your face as you wonder if you’ve missed something. If he spoke before this and you just didn’t hear because of your internal war.

“The outfit,” he points with a finger, “it’s chic.” A lopsided grin pulls up the corners of his mouth just as you laugh.

“Chic?” You shake your head, “I was at the Country Club with my parents.”

“And you let me steal you away from such fun with the other royals? Honored." His hand splays over his chest.

You make a face, “my mother thinks I’m crawling on my hands and knees back to lover boy." You drop the same nickname Eddie had the other night for your ex, seeing his expression change from it. His smile faltering, fingers brushing at a few loose strands of hair in his face.

“Are you?”

“If I was, would I be here with you?"

"Maybe you needed some devil induced bravery to help you crawl."

"I wouldn't waste a good high on him,” you scoff.

Eddie’s silent for a second too long for your sanity and then he’s saying, “instead you're here wasting it on me."

"It's not a waste.” The words slip out. Come out so naturally that you don’t realize how sentimental of a meaning they have until you see Eddie’s expression. See the softness of it, and how you cannot bear the way your insides feel right now.

What’s the worst thing that can happen from you hooking up with Munson again?

“At least it doesn't have to be.." you’re pulling at your skirt again, can’t bring your eyes up to his as the words hang in the air—an invitation.

"Hitting on me now, princess?” His leg pushes into yours playfully, “who knew you could be so flattering. So charitable.” He teases.

You only look up to scowl at him, because you were not hitting on him—maybe, not really, you didn’t hit on people, you were hit on. But like many things around Munson it had changed, morphing itself into something you don't recognize; something better. You are going to tell him as much, flaunt your Princess status tenfold. But can’t stop looking into his big brown eyes, can’t stop the burning in your stomach going lower lower until it turns into that same lust you felt for him the other night.

And fuck it.

You’ve already dipped your toe over that line once, mine as well put your whole foot in.

"Shut up, Munson.” Your retort is less ice than it is fire, a breathy huff that you mean to sound playful but miss the mark. “Come here,” you hesitate. "Please.”

The beam that spreads across his face is anything but subtle or shy, promptly dropping down to his knees and crawling the short distance to you. A position he stays in even as he brings his lips to yours.

The kiss, his lips, his fingertips at the side of your neck just as heart stopping and pulsating-ly devastating to your insides as last time. A pang of jealousy shoots through your belly at the thought of how many girls he has kissed before you, he’s had to have kissed a couple, a handful maybe, you weren’t this good at kissing if you hadn’t. Kisses didn’t just feel like this, normally. Right?

Or maybe you just weren’t kissing the right people. Person.

It doesn’t take long for the kiss to move into the realm of breathless pants and tongues against each other, teeth biting into lips. And unlike last time Eddie doesn��t need an invitation to touch you; his hands go from your neck to your cheeks, your jaw, chin, the back of your skull, and into your hair. The tips of his fingers making a road map of every sensitive spot above your collarbone.

Eventually, thanks to some maneuvering and awkward giggles the two of you are laid on the floor of the van—you on your back, Eddie on his side with his front pressed flush against you. His lips have veered from yours, leaving a path of kisses and nips along your jaw, under it, to your neck where he runs his tongue along a sensitive spot of skin, his lips wrapping around it to suck softly and then sink his teeth into.

A breathy gasp strangled out of you, your hips moving against the air. An imprint of Eddie smirking against your skin from the noise, left behind when he kisses just below the area. Fuck.

“How many–” you swallow, lick your lips, breathless, “how many girls have you kissed like this?”

It’s probably not the right thing to ask right now, but your mind keeps going back to it. That jealousy making your stomach sink as you anticipate his answer, as you dread and wish your body and brain were working together instead of on separate plains of pain and pleasure.

“Uh, a dozen obviously.” He laughs softly against you when you dig your nails into his arm playfully, in replace of the scowl you’d shoot him down with if you could turn your head—or if you wanted him to stop the knee shaking presses of his lips right now, which you’re delirious but not that delirious to stop him. “Only you, princess.”

The information shouldn’t have you soaring any more than you already are, shouldn’t make those jealousy twists get snuffed out by a belly full of butterflies, and flutters that go all the way down to your throbbing clit. But it does and you’re reeling at the sentiment that you’re probably Eddie’s first everything in this sense. In this realm.

It’s not triumph you feel, it’s something softer and dangerously close to affection and attachment that has no business filling your chest with warmth right now.

And instead of feeling the aforementioned feelings, distracting yourself with giving him pleasure—and to hear those beautiful noises from the other night—your hand is moving from his arm to the bulge pressing to your hip.

Your fingers and palm run up his clothed length and pull those delicious breathy grunts from him. No man should sound this good, no sound should have you feeling like you’re melting into the floor.

Your mouth finding Eddie’s in a hungry kiss, a need to swallow down his noises like a drug, needing sedation. You could get addicted to this if you’re not careful.

Your fingers drag themselves up to his belt, try to blindly pull the leather through its buckle, the loops. And just like a repeat of the night before, his hand is there to stop you.

“Gotten shy on me?” You ask with a coyness that makes him give you a ‘not in this lifetime’ look.

“I just want to make it crystal clear that I didn’t bring you here for this.” His tone only holds gentleness, his hand bringing yours up to his mouth to brush a few kisses across your knuckles.

“Even if you did,” your fingers twist a strand of his hair, “I wouldn’t be upset.”

And you mean that. If Eddie had only brought you here for a replay of the other night or something further than that, you know—even if it was against your better judgment—you wouldn’t be too upset about it, or at all. It was hard to be upset with lips like his pulling out smiles and whimpers from you.

But it also means that Eddie had called you because he wanted to see you, to hang out…which is harder for you to grasp than the prospect of only casual hookups between the two to you.

Those Jane Austen feelings back with a vengeance in your chest cavity.

Your answer makes a chuckle echo in his chest. “But,” he’s looking at you with all seriousness within those doe eyes. “Now that we’re–” he motions to your current positions with his hand, “here. I want to return the favor. For the other night.”

Oh?

Oh.

Pressing your lips together, you do your best to hide the excitement that shoots up your spine, nodding in a super-casual-not-too-fast way. “Yeah, okay, yes, totally.”

“Totally?” He mocks you, smirking.

“Totally.”

Then his lips are on yours again without needing further confirmation. The kiss slower this time compared to the last lip lock that made your bottom lip feel like it was inflamed from his teeth. Your mouths move in perfect sync, and if you could figure out a way you know you could get off by just his kiss alone. He moves your hand back to his crotch, giving you back access to his hardness as his hand begins its travel down your chest. Palming your boobs over your white polo, his thumb moving across your nipple, making you whimper. Your chest pushing up into him.

The closer he gets—the further his fingers move along the fabric of your clothes—the anticipation of where you want him, where he wants to be, makes your legs pull together. Thighs in a tight lock, your attempted relief of the pressure on your clit only makes the throbbing worse. You can feel how soaked you are through the cotton of your panties, know that once you feel his fingers slip inside of you it’s going to be game over.

There's a whoosh of air against your thighs from Eddie pushing up the top of your skirt, putting your clothed pussy on display for him. His mouth pulling from yours as he looks down at you and takes you in. The hunger in his eyes turning the brown hues in them black. You’re about to ask him if he wants you to take your underwear off, his fingers slipping past the elastic of them stopping you. His palm warm against your mound.

Eddie runs his middle finger through your folds, voice low and gravelly when he says. “You’re so wet.” All you can do is mewl, bite your already raw lip as you try to keep your hips still, try to hold yourself back from fucking his hand the way you want to. His fingers explore you for a bit, misstepping your throbbing clit each time the tips of his fingers come close to it. Even as you finally let yourself move your hips a fraction of an inch up, he’s still not touching the spot you really need, instead, he’s moving every place you don’t need him. Until he slips a finger inside of you too aggressively, making an “ahh” hiss out of you.

Your face scrunched when he turns to look down at you, halting his actions. Body tense, “did I hurt you?”

He’s never done this before, it’s not new knowledge and yet thanks to your hormone filled haze—and the need to come—you were expecting him to know all the places to touch. To not be as aggressively pushy right from the get-go.

“No,” you sigh, laughing softly. “Sort of, just…can I show you?” You’re nervous he’s going to take it the wrong way. That this is where it’s going to end because it'll be awkward and he’ll be embarrassed or mad or something.

But there you go thinking Eddie is one thing when he’s the exact opposite. The endless surprise of this boy never ceasing to show you why you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover—or by its fellow shitty townspeople.

Eddie nods, eyes soft and tentatively looking at you in the same way an excited student looks thrilled to learn from a teacher.

Wasting no time you loop your fingers into the elastic of the cotton covering your pussy, pulling the garment down your legs and tossing it to the side. Moving comfortably back into your lying position, skirt still pushed up, completely showcasing yourself to him. A flutter sinking low into your belly when you watch Eddie’s throat bob from a tight swallow as he looks down at your wet cunt.

And while he watches, stares at you, you’re staring up at him. Watching the hunger and desire to learn—to be taught—displaying itself across his face; your hand moves between your legs, the pad of your index finger putting the lightest of pressers on your clit. The moan you let out has Eddie’s hair falling in your face for half a second as his eyes snap to your face. As he watches your mouth part, brows come together, breaths shaky and weak as you touch yourself. Rubbing slow circles against your throbbing clit, where you wanted, needed to feel him. Where you’ve been throbbing and aching for what felt like hours—days—for him.

His fingers dig into your thigh as he spreads your legs wider, holding it up and against him below your knee so you’re completely open for him. So he can see you run your fingers down between your folds to catch the gathering arousal at your entrance and pull it back up to coat your clit.

You should be talking right now, should be directing him with your words, but you can’t. Have never touched yourself in front of anyone before, never had to, or wanted to. The act of touching yourself strictly permitted for when you were alone in your room at night. Never like this. But you’ve been convinced. Turned over a new leaf in the things you like, enjoy; the way Eddie is watching your fingers, the way he brings his gaze back up so fucking slow to look at your face. To hold eye contact with you as you moan and tremble. That mounting pressure already starting, so fast, so good.

Eddie leans into the small distance of space between your mouths to swallow down one of your moans that comes out at the same time his lips press to yours. “You’re so pretty.” He whispers between kisses. “How many guys have you let watch you like this?”

You whimper, breath hot on his mouth, “none. Only you.”

He’s grinning against your mouth, “you do this at night when you’re alone in your bed?”

“Yes.” Humming, you feel breathless, can feel your hips gyrating against your hand, legs trembling. Know you’re so close. But don’t want to make yourself come. Want Eddie to be the one to make you come, want his fingers to be inside of you when your walls constrict and carry you through that euphoric high.

“Who knew you were such a dirty girl, princess.” His head lifts back up to look back down at your pussy, the wet sounds of your arousal against your finger and clit filthy.

Have you ever been this wet before? This turned on? Fuck, Eddie Munson.

Without thinking—reeling off of your own need—you grab his hand that's still holding your leg to him. “Put your hand over mine.” Following directions eagerly Eddie does so, places his searing palm atop yours, his index finger resting perfectly against yours; moving along as you go back to stroking your clit. “Like this, slow–ahh–circles.” The last syllables of your words choked out over a moan. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, know you’re probably making a mess on the makeshift carpeting below you.

He copies your movements for one, three, six circles and then you’re snaking your hand away and it’s his finger on your clit. The change in feeling is instantaneous and has your hips stuttering, whines coming out weaker. Your hand gripping the material of his shirt, needing to ground yourself. To remind you that yes, this is reality and not some crazy out of body wet dream.

“Like that?” Eddie asks against your cheek.

“Yes.” You don’t think your moans have ever sounded this wailing, this intense to the point where you’re almost embarrassed at how good you feel right now. How your body is shaking and mewling and reaching out for him for pleasure. In need of it.

This time when he slips a finger into you it’s slow, so good and gentle as he pumps it inside of you, that amplifies the squelching of your wetness. “This okay?”

“Mmhmm.”

He fucks you like that, his middle finger fucking up into you, his thumb brushing against your clit at just the right angle that has you on the verge of seeing stars. You’re so so close, know that if he keeps doing that you’re going to be a goner–

“Wait, what are you doing?” Your brows pull up in confusion as you watch him detach himself from your side, removing his hand from between your thighs. Settling himself between your legs on his knees.

You expect him to start undoing his belt, figure he’s ready to take it further, aren't mad at the thought—but he’s surprising you again. “You got to taste, it’s only fair, princess.” Eddie smirks, situates himself in a comfortable hunching position, and then you’re gasping as he runs the tip of his tongue along your clit. Any rebuttal you could have thought to reply with dead in the water.

“Fuck, Eddie,” there are no missteps like the first time he was down there with his hand. Mimicking the movements you showed him with your fingers with his tongue, with a few added experimental licks and sucks that have your breath caught in your throat. “Ohmygod, and you’ve never done this before?” You curse, feel a breathy laugh fall across your clit. One, then another, finger slipping into you moving in tandem with his tongue.

Only one other guy has gone down on you and it was not as nearly intense or agonizing pleasurable as this—to the point where your thighs are closing in around his head, hands in his hair. Back arching. You feel like a woman crazed, like you had no idea you could feel this searing, pleasure this good.

You mean to say something, to warn him, to say any words that you can dredge up from the crevice of your dysfunctional brain; but all you can do is scream as you come against his mouth, as your pussy convulses around his fingers. Your hips rolling up into him, thighs shaking, body spasming as his name falls from your lips like a sinful prayer.

“Munson,” you whine, pulling at his chin once you’ve come down enough to function. Once you can finally see something other than the white bursts of light across your vision. Eddie’s tongue still running along your sensitive clit to the point of oversensitivity, that you have to pull him up.

His chin and cheeks are damp, bangs pressed to his forehead. Find yourself laughing at his tousled hair—no thanks to your fingers. There’s a cheshire grin stretched across his face as he runs the back of his hand over his mouth. Crawling up your body to hover over you and kiss you, a whimper coming from your throat as you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Wow.” You breathe, smile over at him as he rolls back to his side beside you. A palm resting over where your heart is still beating a mile a minute.

“I’ll take it.” Your laughs are in unison as a look of triumph flashes in those big eyes.

“If only you were that much of an eager learner in school, might have graduated, joined me on the road to success.” You pick.

“Not even seconds after I make her come and she’s already wounding me.” His chuckle muffled by the press of another kiss to your lips. “Better than lover boy?” Eddie teases.

“Can’t compare something that never happened.”

He makes a disgusted noise from the back of his throat, “no wonder you left him for the steerage.”

You hum nodding, turning your head to the side to press a kiss to his throat. Would it be too sentimental of you to tell him that he’s better than anyone you’ve been with? That no one has ever made you come that hard, not even yourself. That you can feel your wetness rolling down your ass cheeks and inner thighs from how wet he made you.

It could be a mood killer, sentiment isn't even your thing.

Plus it’s his turn now. Fair’s fair right?

There’s no complaint from Eddie as you move on top of him, roll your hips against his hardness, the seam of his jeans making you shudder from still feeling over-sensitive, as you move down the length of his body to rid him of his jeans and take him into your mouth.

“Here.” There’s a cassette tape gripped in his hand, the back of his head resting on the headrest of the driver's seat. You’re parked in the same spot he picked you up earlier, a block from your house. “Since you liked it so much,” he smiles.

Sentiment. Fuck.

Your smile is too cheesy and girlish for you to wrap any logistics into your head about it just being a tape, as you take it from and see his band name in black marker at the top. Your stomach fluttering. A simple gift that's not a big deal. You have to remind yourself as you try not to lean over and kiss him on that beautiful mouth of his.

“Here,” you say as you pull off your underwear and drop them into his lap. “A gift for a gift.”

You don’t let yourself stick around to see the heart-palpating look in his eyes as he grips the fabric in his hand and laughs, shouting “gold doubloons could never compare!” out of the open window. Making you press a finger to your lips, shooting daggers at him through the windshield as you pick up the pace towards your house. Trying to quiet your giggles and wipe the big girlish grin on your face.

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eternalbuckley · 2 years

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Love is a tragedy. — eddie munson

SUMMARY: You were in a relationship with Eddie Munson. You're questioning yourself why your boyfriend seems to ignore you. Maybe he's fallen out of love with you? Or are you just worried about silly things? But what if he only acts like that because he‘s jealous and insecure because of your friendship and past with Steve? Maybe you‘re also too insecure about his drug deals with your childhood bully.

word count: 3,336

genre: angst i'm sorry, small glimpse of fluff if you look closely | gn!reader, queer!reader, bipoc!reader and plus-size!reader friendly

warnings: angst, angst, oh did i already mention angst?, insecure eddie and reader, jealous eddie and reader, arguing (i'm sorry babes), crying/tears being held back, heartbreak?, mention of reader getting bullied in the past, mention of drug deal, reader thinking eddie doesn’t love them anymore, established relationship, use of pet names (sweetheart, my love), reader and eddie getting called a freak, english is not my first language, hardly proofread (there might be used she/her pronouns and „girlfriend“ for the reader, because it was written as a fem!reader first but i‘ll edit it soon!) — let me know if i forgot something to add!

a/n: honestly i'm so sorry for this. i cried a few times while writing this i'm not lying. this broke my heart in some ways enjoy it anyways! :) i might write a second part.

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"Do you somehow still like him?" Eddie asked you out of nowhere. Not knowing what he exactly meant, you turned your body to him, a questionable expression on your face.

You were currently at his trailer, after a long week, you were finally able to be with him again. You haven’t seen him in the whole week since he was busy with drug deals, hanging out with his band or planning his next campaign. Sure, you loved how much effort he put into everything but giving you basically no sign of him being alive for the whole week was just something that worried you.

Since he told you the first time that the Kathy, former Queen of Hawkins High and kind of your sworn nemesis, wanted drugs from him. You knew you didn’t like this idea. There was no reason to blame it on Eddie since you never really told him anything that happened with her and you in the past. You didn’t really know her, only a few things people were telling here and there. She used to make fun of you, mostly at parties if you attended them.

Sure, Eddie never found it out. As much as you knew. You only told him that there was someone in your neighborhood who bullied you. But you told him that they moved away. One evening he randomly started talking about his somewhat middle school crush. The same person who treated you like shit and even there you didn’t tell Eddie what she did to you. It was bad, you knew that.

The first time he mentioned this, you felt your heart sink into your stomach. Maybe it was stupid of you to think that way but you were insecure. You knew she was beautiful. She pulled several boys and was loved by everyone. In your words even more beautiful than you, despite what Eddie told you several times. He always made sure that you knew he loved you. He always tried to made sure to tell you how much he admires you. How much he loves and cares about you. That you literally changed his life into a better one. How thankful he was to have you in his life. You always supported him in his campaigns, through his school years, while playing with his band. Giving him full support while he was doing the things he loves. He admired that about you.

But since the last time he even made a compliment, oh it feels like years. Something changed in your relationship especially since he started to sell drugs to Kathy. You didn’t want to give Eddie any fault but it made you feel like shit. It felt like that he often ignored you in a way while you were out. Him not answering your questions or calls. Him acting totally weird. And you didn’t know what to do, so you fought it would be the best idea to ask for the help of a close friend. In that way, it was Steve Harrington. Well and Robin Buckley. Your best friends. There was some kind of a past between you and Steve. From flirting to being each other’s first kiss. For a few weeks, you dated each other, just to try it out but it didn’t work out. It was a small stupid middle school crush you had on each other. But neither of you thought it was awkward since there didn’t happen much more. You were still very close friends and comforted each other if you needed it.

And that was also a point for Eddie. He was insecure about your friendship with Steve and the past you had with him. Even if you did tell him a lot of times that there‘s nothing ever going to happen with Steve again, he was still insecure. You knew that and did your best to show your boyfriend what you felt for him. But sometimes it felt like that it was not enough. Eddie wasn’t the type to blame it on you but he didn’t know what else to do. He was jealous but you didn’t know that. At least he hoped that you didn’t notice it. And he didn’t realize that he put a distance between you and him because of that. You noticed it and it hurt you a lot. He told you a few times he wouldn’t have any time if you wanted to see him. He apparently was always busy. You were missing him. You often found yourself sitting either on your bedroom floor or lying in your bed, crying. Thinking he lost feelings for you and that this was his strategy to slowly break up with you. Or that you’d do it, so he won’t have to do it. It made you feel miserable. Which made you find some support and comfort in Steve and Robin. They helped to distract you. But yesterday out of nowhere Eddie asked you if you wanted to sleep over with him since his uncle wouldn’t be there for the next few days. Which you obviously agreed to. Slightly hoping he would address the current situation between you two or not.

"What?" You didn’t exactly know what he meant. But him being silent for a few seconds let you guess who it was about and you were right.

He rolled his eyes. "Don‘t act like you don’t know what I mean, Y/N." He sighed and brought up his hands to rub his eyes, only to look at you after it. You tried to read his face but it was useless. He wasn’t showing any emotions, only tired eyes. "I mean Steve. Do you still like him?"

You knitted your eyebrows together. "What? No. Of course not!" You straightened your back and moved closer to Eddie to touch his arm but he took it away. Hurt was seen in his eyes but also in yours. You were scared of the outcome of the current situation. "Why do you think that suddenly? I already told you sev-"

"I saw you. With him." He interrupted you. Leaning against the couch you both sat on. His voice wasn’t angry. He kind of sounded disappointed. Was he disappointed in you? "You seemed to be very happy with him yesterday."

"And? I was only hanging out with a friend, Eds. Steve is my friend. Nothing more, you know that. And it wasn’t like that I was alone with him. Robin was there too." You defended yourself.

He scoffed in disbelief. “Sure. Didn’t seem to be like that.”

"What the fuck is your problem, Eddie? Steve is only a friend. He will never be more for me. You‘re the only one for me."

He looked away from you and shook his head. You didn’t know what was going on with him but you knew he was fed up. You knew that he was insecure about your friendship with Steve but you didn’t think it would affect him that much since he seemed to be good with him. But maybe it was just a show so you wouldn’t feel bad?

"You were hanging out with him a lot recently." Eddie only mentioned it in a quieter voice but you were still able to hear it clearly. Hurt was in his voice and it hit you too to see him like that.

"With Robin. I never hung out with him alone. So, I don’t see a problem here, Eddie." You folded your arms. "Do you really want to know why I was with them the whole time?”

He was silent and only looked at you, waiting for you to continue.

“It was because you had no time for me. You always said you were busy and tried to even avoid me. And they were helping me to distract me."

It was stupid. The whole thing between you was stupid and somewhat childish. But you both were too fed up with each other in that moment. And it could end in a way where you both didn’t want to have it.

"Oh, now you want to give me the fault?" He scoffed with a laugh and stood up. Shaking his head.

You rolled your eyes. He was walking behind you but you didn’t move a muscle. Staring at the TV in front of you. You saw a few glimpses of him in it. Eddie knew that avoiding you wasn’t the best idea. It was the worst. He knew that.

"No. I was just stating the facts, Eddie." You blatantly told him and sighed. "I just wanted to have some company of my friends because you didn’t seem to have time for your god damn partner!" You quickly turned your head in his direction. Slight tears in your eyes, and you tried to blink them away. And it drove him crazy.

He stopped in his tracks and looked at you, his breath slightly hitching at the sight of you. Slightly tilted head and lower lip being bitten by him. Seeing your tears hurt him but he wasn’t able to think clearly.

"Yes, I was busy. Doing drug deals with Kathy and hanging out with the band. Nothing more. You know that." He defended himself now. You laughed in disbelief.

You nodded your head and shrugged. "Sure. I‘ll believe you. I know that they‘re only drug deals with your so beloved Kathy." You moved your index fingers. You didn’t want to admit how you felt about the thing with Kathy.

"Then why don’t you believe me that Steve is only my fuckin‘ friend and nothing more?"

He looked down for a second and fiddled with his fingers. Nervosity driving through his entire body. Not wanting to admit his jealousy. "Because I have the feeling you guys could go back together! Because he definitely still likes you, Y/N. I see the looks he shots to you while you‘re not looking. I see the ways his eyes linger on you. Basically, imaging ripping off your clothes."

You stared at him. Blinking with your eyes. Oh god, he was jealous. It was obvious.

“Are you.. It’s not that deep, Eddie.” Your eyes softened.

“Was Steve Harrington my first kind of boyfriend? Yes. Was he my first kiss? Yes.” You stood up to slowly walk over to Eddie. “Did I like him? Kind of, I don't know. It was a stupid middle school crush. And do I like him or would go back to him? No, definitely not. Because I have you, Eds. And I wouldn’t want to be with someone else. And it’s not like that Steve is currently crushing on this one ginger-haired girl he met a few weeks ago.”

You put your hands on his cheeks, so he’d have to look at you, which he did. Slight tears in his eyes.

“I’d never dare myself to leave you, Eddie Munson.” You whispered and slightly stroke with your thumbs over his cheeks.

“I don’t know what to believe or not right now. Maybe it’s for the best if we br-”

You immediately put your hands away, leaving coldness on Eddie’s skin. He immediately regretted it to even have thought about his words. Well, he wasn’t even sure if he actually thought about them first. He didn’t even mean them but his mouth was quicker than his brain.

“Don’t say it. Okay?” More tears building up in your eyes now, you put a slight distance between you. “Do you seriously want to break up with me now, Eddie?”

Eddie stayed silent, causing you to only huff.

“I can’t believe that now.” You laughed in disbelief and hurt. You took your backpack and looked at him. “I’ll say it again, Eddie. Seve is only my friend. Nothing more and it will always be like that. I promise. But if you really want to break up because of that then.. I don’t know maybe we should do.” You had a sad smile on your lips.

He gulped. He wanted to defend himself. Wanted to apologize but he couldn’t say anything. Eddie opened his mouth a few times but always closed it. He didn’t want to lose you. Especially not because of silly things.

“Eddie Munson. Our relationship.. It was a wonderful time. The best time in my life. And I’d have never thought it would end. Not in that way.” You sniffed. “I hope we both will realize soon that there was no reason.” A tear rolled down your cheek which you quickly wiped away.

You turned around to walk to the door but he quickly held on to your wrist. Causing you to stop in your tracks. You closed your eyes. Trying to hold in the tears.

“Don’t. Please don’t leave, Y/N.” Eddie begged. His voice cracked at the end of his words.

You stayed silent and didn’t move a muscle. Not daring to turn around and look into his eyes. You knew he didn’t mean it but it still hurt you. Probably it hurt him too. Especially because of the whole circumstances right now.

“I- I didn’t mean it. It was stupid to even say anything about it in the first place. I don’t want to lose you. Please believe me, Sweetheart.”

“Then why do you let your jealousy take over something little that was something in middle school?” You asked him and turned around but didn’t meet his eyes. A few tears left your eyes, which he wiped away now, carefully. Not wanting to overstep something. He still holds your wrist. You both were vulnerable at this moment.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m just not good enough for you and scared that I'll lose you?”

You bit on your lower lip. Not knowing what to say so you listened to him. Tears were slowly building up in his own eyes.

“Ever since we met, you made everything better, Y/N. I would have never thought that you would actually agree to go on that date with me when I asked you first out.” He told you, causing you to chuckle.

You still remember his attempt of him, to ask you out. Which totally was a failure but made you even more sure that you liked him. While he was running after you after school he slipped and landed on the floor. Which caused you to check up on him, only to be asked out by him while you looked at his back for any injuries. He was sitting on a seat in your car, he only looked at you over his shoulder with his stupid lovable smile on his lips. It was stupid. But it was cute.

“I still remember it.” You said quietly and had a small smile on your lips now.

“I never believed in love, but with you? It changed immediately.”

You gave him a bigger smile now and went in to deeply hug him. His hands were around your waist. Your hands around his neck. Eddie pulled you as close as he could and apologized several times. You didn‘t know what to feel at this moment. He thought about breaking up with you. What if he could mean it that way? You weren’t sure what would happen after today. Would anything go back to normal? Would you ever talk about today again? Would you both just act as if nothing happened? But right now, you only needed him and only him.

He looked deeply into your eyes. “I love you, Sweetheart. There is no one who is better than you.” His hands were on your cheeks now. You lazily smiled at him and kissed him.

“I love you too, my love.” You whispered.

Little did you know what would happen a few days later while you were out with Robin and saw Eddie. With the certain Kathy. She was trying to hit on him. You saw how close she got to him. Causing your insecurities and jealousy to get even stronger. The last days were good between you and Eddie. The day after you argued you talked everything out and concluded to talk about any insecurities or thoughts you both would have. He promised you he would not get his jealousy or insecurities between you again. But you still didn’t tell him about your feelings and insecurities that are caused by Kathy. Eddie still didn’t know about the past you had with her.

Robin was packed with some food as she followed you out of the store and saw how you stopped walking and watched two people, Kathy and Eddie. She sighed and shoved you in the opposite direction. “Let’s get you somewhere else.” You nodded and turned around, wiping away your tears.

While you were walking away Eddie saw you. He saw the sadness in your face before you turned around and walked away. How Robin quickly made sure to leave with you and that’s when it clicked for him. He stepped away from Kathy. She didn’t look very pleased by his action. Kathy knew that you liked him, so she wanted to get him before him. She just didn’t know that Eddie already gave his heart fully to you and was in no way interested in anyone else. Especially Kathy.

Yes, he had a crush on her in middle school but it wasn’t deep. He heard different stories about her in the last years. And how much she changed in a badly way.

“Woah.” Eddie holds his arm between him and her. Not wanting her to be too close.

“What’s wrong, Eddie bear?” She blinked with her eyelashes, trying to get him. She stepped further toward him, causing him to step away again. She was annoyed at that.

He cringed at the name she gave him. It sounded weird and he didn’t like it at all.

“I’m just selling you drugs here. Nothing more.”

She looked at him. Slightly squinting her eyes at him.

“I thought.. Maybe we can do something else, Eddie bear.” She giggled and played with her hair. “I’d really like to know how you ta-“ She looked down at him.

“Absolutely not.” He was somehow disgusted. “I won’t cheat on my partner. Never in my dreams.”

Her eyes widened. Annoyed that she couldn’t make you pay. But she was also happy because she was sure you wouldn’t ever be able to pull him.

“Oh, then I’m truly sorry.” She apologized, not meaning it, and giggled again. “I’m sure they must be really beautiful.” Kathy took her backpack and complimented you without even knowing it. “See you on Friday.” She said her goodbyes and wanted to leave.

“About that..” He looked at her. “There won’t be a need to meet up again. Find someone else who sells you your drugs. But I’m not gonna deal with you anymore.”

“What?!” She squealed. “What the fuck?”

Eddie took his stuff and didn’t even look at her. “I don’t want to sell anything to someone who bullies others or wants to seduce their dealers.”

“Ohhh.. Is that little freak, Y/N, your little partner?” She laughed in disbelief. “Should’ve known that a freak like them would get with a freak like you are.” She walked away but turned around again.

He looked at her now. What did you have to do with her? That’s when it clicked for him. And oh, did he felt miserable about it.

“I don’t even want your drugs anymore. Have fun with your little freak, you freak!” She yelled with a devilish smile and finally walked away.

Eddie only rolled his eyes.

“Fuck..” He mumbled.

He quickly made his way to find you. He hoped he would be able to fix up his mistake. He realized now what you always meant if you talked about your bully. Or who you meant. He remembered the few times that you mentioned that you were bullied. Mostly while he mentioned something about Kathy. Which disgusted him even more now. He was scared that it might be too late to fix everything. After a all it could be said that Love is truly a tragedy.

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bulkseason · 2 years

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Calling All Muscle Gainers! 4000 Follower Announcement!

It’s only been over a month, and I have to make another follower count announcement! Thank you all for keeping things busy! Since the last report, I’m happy to see my playlist has been circulating around (if you have no idea what I’m talking about, click here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLdlD3LdFTyg6ZpEunpyD_n_qK0DNnXlFJ).

The boost in attention has brought many awesome things to this account. I’ve got to chat with @lyricmpreg and @hunky-to-chunky, who I see as major posters in this community. I’ve also received posts from fan contributors such as @i-gpm and @blondhunter-blog-blog. They are just two names of many who’ve helped make this blog unique. I do encourage things to continue, but I also want to emphasize another aspect of this blog moving forwards.

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I’ve recently realized that part of my enjoyment with this community is the feeling of connection. I’ve had wonderful fans such as @musclegrowthegeek and @gotta-grow share similar stories of body dysmorphia and gym triumphs with me which has validated my own struggles. To give back to the community for what they’ve done, I would like to begin “signal boosting” blogs featuring gainers who gain for the benefit of their workouts. For example, suppose you identify as a bodybuilder, powerlifter, offseason weightlifter, gym junkie, or another term that suggests you like to lift big and eat even bigger. In that case, I want to hear from you! The best example of my latest “signal boost” would be @gotta-grow below! This dude was a classic gym addict going 6 days a week, and now he’s focused on the eating part of the gains formula. He still has a solid build, but that belly sure isn’t hiding under that shirt! His recent post only had 1 note on his blog, but he’s received almost 100x the attention since it’s been up today! So if you want that sweet social validation, reach out now!

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firstdivisiongirl · 11 months

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hi ♡ can I request angst-fluff how law would react to fem!reader randomly going to him and asks for his hat for the night (whether he lets her or not)? She can’t sleep well bc she feels restless but she doesn’t say that just promises to bring it to him tmrw morning. they’re not in a relationship but she likes him and she feels safe with him and maybe he likes her too idk? Thank u!

Hi 💙. I love Law’s hat. Just needed to say it. I have written anything angsty in a while, so I hope I still can. Please enjoy!

Law x Fem Reader: Sleepless Nights and a Certain Spotted Hat

You were restless. You just could sleep, but that wasn’t anything new. You haven’t been able to sleep for months since you joined the heart pirates. Even with the cold metal walls of the Polar Tang, you knew you were safe now. But every night, you feared that if you slept, you’d be back to being a slave again. When you finally got close to sleep, memories came flooding into your mind. When you were with Law, you always felt safe. However you can’t ask your captain to sleep with you at night. You weren’t his girlfriend, so that’d be a little weird. You liked him a lot, but you doubted he felt the same. But you had an idea that might help you sleep.

You went to get breakfast the next day. You were so used to eating after your masters that you still ate after everyone did. There was someone else that usually didn’t like to eat with everyone. You walked up to your captain, who was sitting at the large wooden table, drinking his coffee (probably black and reading a medical book. “Hi captain. Can I ask you a question,” you questioned him, palms sweating.

“Sure,” he answered, not even looking up at you.

“Can I have your hat tonight? I promise I’ll give it back to you first thing tomorrow morning.”

He looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow. He thought it was a very weird question. You knew the two unspoken rules: no bread and you don’t mess with Law’s hat.

He had an idea of why, but he liked you too much to say no. “Sure,” he said, somewhat emotionless.

That night, he gave you his hat to sleep with. After you retreated to your room with his spotted hat, he smiled a little. He wished he could take away your pain because he loved you. But if sleeping with his hat made you feel safer, he’d let you keep it forever. You were already the girl that stole his heart, so why not take his hat too.

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justalonelyslytherin · 2 years

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Spelling Mistakes

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female Reader

Summary: Ari is the new barista at your usual coffee shop and keeps screwing up your name on your cup to get your attention. What are you going to do about it?

Warnings: fluff

Wordcount: 1.6k

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A/N: This was requested by the wonderful @chase-your-dreams-away, hope you like it 😊

Dividers by the talented @firefly-graphics

Standing at the counter of the small coffee shop she was staring down at the cup made with her order. She knew it was her order because there had only been one other customer and that was a young student, who had already gotten his drink.

“Everything alright?” She looked up at the inquiry. Before her stood the tall, beefy barista, wiping his hands on a dishtowel and leaning with his hip against the other side of the counter. She furrowed her brows and frowned.

“You misspelled my name,” she told him, slowly picking up the cup and looking at the blatantly wrong spelling of her name. It wasn’t a particularly hard name. At least she thought so.

Ari, that’s the name of the newest barista in the café she regulated, put his hand over hers slowly turning the cup until the scribbled name was pointing towards him. He leaned forward and looked intently at it.

“Huh,” he mummed, looking up at her, “next time I’ll get it right.”

She continued to frown at him. It left him cold. He just smiled at her unfazed. Slowly she huffed and turned around with the cup in her hand. As she walked over to the corner where her bag was, she took a tentative sip of the drink. At least he had gotten her order right.

For a guy who had her order memorized by the second time she ordered with him, he struggled a lot with her name. The first time she had called it an accident, the second time it must have been a coincidence. Now she thought he was doing it on purpose. She had no proof but it for sure felt like it was on purpose.

For the love of god she couldn’t figure out why. It bothered her that she couldn’t. Did he not like her? Did he find her annoying and a bad customer? Did she tip too little in his opinion? Did he want her to stop coming here? She liked this place. It was her comfort space. Her safe haven.

Looking back up once more from the space she sat at and sipped her drink, she glanced over to the bar. Ari was busy behind it, cleaning and sorting things through. As if he could sense her eyes he looked up. When their eyes met he smiled at her. He even had the audacity to wink. It made her look away immediately, wishing that Rachel would be back soon to work her regular shifts again.

Rachel and her were friends. She had been the one to show her the place, randomly handing her a flier on the streets. The pretty blonde woman and her encouraging words had intrigued her so much she had shown up the next day to check out the small café. By now she had her schedule memorized, always choosing to come when she knew the woman was behind the counter. Not only because Rachel had memorized her order by heart but also because she always took the time to chat with her while fixing the drink. It had become a habit for her to stay put at the bar and chat.

What a surprise it had been when she had shown up at her regular time two weeks ago only to discover no blonde behind the bar. Instead the tall, incredibly well built and tan hunk of a bear had stood behind the counter, smiling at her and introducing himself as Ari. Ari, the new guy who filled in for his friend Rachel. She had broken her foot while surfing and he was back from a year of backpacking through a desert to fill in for her.

He was doing it on purpose.

She was now sure of it. She had spelled the name for him, slowly saying every syllable as she had watched him write the name letter for letter. It was still misspelled when she had gotten to the counter to get her order.

He had smiled at her but she had been so fixated on the name, she hadn’t noticed. His smile faltered as she turned around without looking up or reacting, trudging towards her bag and the many papers splayed over the small table. The next time she would try a nickname.

That worked for a while. She had chosen to use flowers. These names he had written correctly, always doodling a mini version of said flower beside the name. It had made her smile and interact a little more with him, even made her forget the spelling fiasco for a while. Until after a week, on a particular stressful day, she had forgotten and told him her actual name again.

Standing in front of the counter the name stared back at her. It was like a punch in the face, even if it felt like a comically well-known routine. To think he still came up with a new way to deface the name everytime.

“Everything alright?” Ari leaned against the counter, both elbows on the edge and looked at her. It took her longer than normal to react. As she looked up at him without having touched the cup he was surprised. She looked so hurt and saddened, it made his heart pang.

“Do you do this on purpose?” She asked with an impossibly small voice. So quiet he had to strain his ears to properly understand her.

“What?” He still said in confusion. Her face twisted, some anger mixing into the swirl of emotion.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” She asked him, much more forcefully this time. Her shoulders shook, eyes hard and glaring.

“Writing my name wrong. Everytime. Even after I correct you. Everytime. I even spelled it for you and you got it wrong!” Her outburst surprised him so much he didn’t know how to react. She took his non-existent reaction as a form of confession and it was enough for her.

“If you don’t want me to return, just say it instead of this passive-aggressive bullying.”

Grabbing her cup she turned around and stomped towards her table. Instead of sitting down she collected the papers, angrily showing them in her bag before she walked out with the cup and her bag. The bell of the door announcing her departure kept ringing in his ears.

“Wait! Hey, wait!”

A blur of colors rushed by her side only for Ari to jump in front of her. Hair out of place and a little breathless he blocked her way with his hands held up.

“Please wait and let me explain.” He looked apologetic. Truly sorry. She didn’t want to, too hurt and ashamed to but he got the better of her. His puppy eyes made her resolve crumble so fast, she only sighed and gave him a small nod. His sign to explain.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would bother you so much.” He winced at the glare she sent him and the way she crossed her arms before her chest.

“Not be bothered by it? YOu wouldn’t be bothered by that?” She complained and he had to agree.

“It was a stupid idea I know…but I liked the way your nose scrunches up whenever you looked at the misspelling. It’s cute.”

“Listen, the first time was really a mistake. I was too distracted by how pretty and cute you were and I figured if I kept misspelling your name it would give me a moment longer with you.”

Her anger vanished. Washed away by his words. They left her reeling. He thought she was cute? And pretty?

Ari seemed to read her mind. He started to smile. That crooked little one that made her heart secretly flutter.

“You are the prettiest and cutest little thing I’ve ever seen. The moment I saw you for the first time I knew I wanted to get to know you. Maybe take you out sometime…I just didn’t know how to ask.”

Now that made her splutter.

“I can tell.” Her smile gave him hope.

“W-what?” She squeaked, feeling the blood rush up her neck as she got warm. Ari looked sheepish, scratching at his beard as he stared down at his shows.

“Guess I’m not very good at that.” Her snickering made him look back up.

“So, you’ll forgive me?” He asked, perking up at the possibility of it.

“Yeah, but only because I think you are cute too.” That made him grin, but there was one more thing he had to ask.

“And you’ll continue to come to the café? Rachel would kill me if I chased away her favorite customer.” That made her laugh. Ari decided it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

“Only if you write my name correctly from now on.” He could agree with that, nodding enthusiastically.

“Come on,” he told her and took her hand. She was confused but followed him back to the café. Bringing her towards the counter he was quick to jump over the small swinging door. Back behind he grabbed another cup, but not before he had taken her cup from her.

“Hey!” She protested quietly. The wink he sent her made her quiet down and smile softly. She watched him work behind the counter. He looked comically big.

It didn’t take long for him to place another cup in front of her. When she turned it around her name was spelled correctly. But that wasn’t what had made her heart flutter. Under her name, Ari had scribbled his own. Together with his number.

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Summary: You and Geralt are bound to each other. A prophecy fulfilled but as great love stories go, nothing is ever simple.

Pairing: Geralt x Reader

Warning: Mentions of blood and murder, first time, virgin depiction

Word Count: 2300+

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A/N: This is my first Geralt fanfiction and somehow was inspired to make one when I heard the song "Found" by Jason Banks which is the ultimate inspiration of the title. Let me know if you listen to it.

This is not beta'd and I edit my own work so there will be errors ☺️ Thank you in advance for your likes, comments and reblogs.

[This story doesn't follow the Witcher timeline or any of its characters.]

**I do not give permission to repost parts of my work without my consent**

**I own the GIF used for this story**

The moonlight shone on his face and revealed the scars not seen even in daylight. You wanted to reach out to touch his face but you decide against it. Geralt has been on the edge ever since you left Blaviken, killing some of its men. It was because of you. He was protecting you. You, a nobody, is being protected by Geralt, the famous white wolf.

You always felt powerless without him, like the world shifts and you are just floating in midair waiting for the wind to take you. But then he found you ages ago, and you felt deep in your gut that you should be with him. After months and months of travel to his missions, or when someone randomly tosses a coin for his aid, you're there waiting for him. But he never lay his eyes on you. Not one, not ever.

So you wanted to somehow catch his attention, not until you heard another women's name on his lips while he's asleep.

"Renfri..." he utters, his voice deep and rumbling like the storm nearby. He flutter his eyes just as your heartbreak sinks in. He knew you wanted him for so long but he didn't say he's bewitched by someone else. So out of self pity, you should get out before it's too late.

The anger and pain stirred in your heart and decided you will wait no longer. Not for someone who never sees your worth. This must be the reason why he is so distant towards you. But the truth will hurt less than not saying.

"Y/N..." He calls out your name, his deep voice now soft. You have shared a few kisses yet he's not wanting to bring it any further but now, you know better.

You align the blanket as far away as possible from where he's lying down. And you quietly cry, every tear drop witnessed by the moon, looking at you and must think you have been a fool all along.

Geralt never bothered you again and finally, you were able to shut your eyes and fall asleep.

You wake up just as the sunlight breaks into the sky. You look back and Geralt is still asleep not far away from you. You gather your belongings and carry them on your back. You saw a village not far away, maybe you can settle down, find work and live a normal life. Away from magic.

It's mere magic Geralt and you meet. An old woman you met along the road mentions something about a bond. Confused, you didn't probe further. Some nonsense old wives tale to scare villages.

You stand up, looking back at the sleeping wolf, some his white hair falling smoothly in front of his face. You swallow the lump in your throat and walked away.

A few miles away, you can hear him scream your name but you hide. You hide not because you don't want to be found but you hide because you don't want to get hurt. Again.

Once you felt you're in the clear, you walked again. Not looking back this time and finally arriving at the village. Now it's time to find a place to sleep and some food in your stomach.

You managed to get a room for tonight with bread and ale to fill your stomach. You look at the few coins in your pocket. Not enough to stay in this village for too long and too far away to go back to where you came from.

You ate and tucked your self to sleep, dismissing all thoughts of him. He's possibly somewhere his aid is needed. Not wandering to look for you. You're not that important and that stings a little bit but you know you'll get used to it.

You close your eyes and fell into a deep sleep. And you dreamt about two people being united in marriage with kids running around, white hair and rosy cheeks. The view is too far, so you can't see the faces of the two people out front. But as you inches forward, you are certain the other one is Geralt, his hand clasped above a woman's as they say their words of union, a cloth binding their hands.

"By fate or magic, we unite thee, two souls floating freely now bound to each other..."

You walked towards so you can see the woman's face, still blurry while Geralt smiles at her with so much affection.

You actually thought for one second that you would see your face. You chuckle, even your dreams are betraying you. Just as you're walking out, feeling confused and oddly haunted, this was supposed to be a dream but it feels like something else.

The children ran up to the woman but you're too far away, but as they kissed her cheeks you caught sight of her hair. It's long, wavy and brown. Her eyes are the same color, warmth she possesses as she tends to her children. She then stepped towards Geralt and kissed him on the lips.

Your body shot up from bed, gasping for air, your dream becoming more of a nightmare. And the impossibility is too much. Witchers cannot procreate. It's been like that for thousands of years. So what your mind just spun is a lot of nonsense.

You reach for the jug of water but it's empty. You didn't remember anything other than sleeping so it couldn't possibly be empty. The pub downstairs is closed and no help around to get it for me. I pull up my night dress and tiptoed downstairs. Slowly but surely so no one can hear me. Another jug of water is neatly placed on the table, too out of place but you take it anyway. You're too thirsty to even think.

The cool freshness of liquid soothes your dry throat and as the jug hit the table you hear the thud of boots just as quickly as he said your name.

"Y/N..."

You didn't have time to think so you abandon the jug and run upstairs, not caring if it will wake up anyone. And since magic doesn't work on you, Geralt can't use it. But he's quick and big enough to block your way.

"There's no time to waste. They're catching up on us."

You scoff, pulling yourself from his tight grip, trying your hardest to remove him from your sight. You didn't even have a whole day to yourself before he shows himself.

He looks at your face, scanning your face, for something you don't know.

"You've been having dreams too." He whispers, his voice so low you can feel it in your core.

Finally, you're out of his hold, hugging yourself.

"What dreams?"

"I can see it in your eyes. You've seen them too."

"I don't know what you're talking about." You quivered, remembering every vivid detail from the dream.

"You have, haven't you? Our children, white hair, brown eyes and cheeks as red as yours right now."

"It's impossible..." You say more to yourself than him.

"That's what I thought too. But those dreams are somewhat a look into the future, with a prophecy of a half human and half Witcher powerful enough to wipe enemies. The court, the mages, royalties, everyone is coming after us. We need to keep moving."

You shake your head not believing anything he says. He will say everything just so you'll come with him.

"I don't believe you. How can we have children when you are not capable to reproduce and even if it's possible, you haven't laid your eyes on me in a romantic way. Never made me feel wanted by you. Why should I believe you? You might be one of those who's after me."

Your parents always knew you're different. You were always laughed at because of it. A human that can wield powerful magic that mages need to learn for years. You're born with it, an abomination, as they say.

Of all people, Geralt was aware of this, having been in your village for catching the monster who's eating all the village's livestock. He was aware of you. He couldn't possibly been blind about this. Now his intentions are not clear.

You try to run to the room but you feel the wind blew past both of you, gravity pulling you back where Geralt is standing. And that's when you hear people coming, the all too familiar voices of mages that tortured your parents. You close your eyes and see them closing in on the pub. You haven't used your power in years, how could they possibly know?

You look back at Geralt, deciding if you should trust him or not.

Without wasting any time, you held his hand and drag him to the room you're staying in, cast a concealment spell on the door and hesitated.

"They would know I used magic." You pace back and forth as Geralt stood there, all brooding.

"Any ideas?" You face him and yet no reaction, just staring at you.

When you hear the owner letting the mages in, you're out of options and just want to create a portal to somewhere far, far away from here but that also means the mages will follow the trail of your magic. They can't know you're still alive.

You look at Geralt one more time and came up with a bright idea. At least a few seconds pretend won't hurt anyone.

You strip your clothes and walked to Geralt, his face flush as he looks down at your body. You remove his armor one by one.

"Y/N..." he grunts, not agreeing to this at all.

"Look, I know your heart is taken by someone else and you don't want anything to do with me but we need to do this, to stay alive. You can lie down and at least pretend you like it."

When you hear the first knock on the doors outside, you strip every clothing Geralt has and pushed him on the bed and putting on a small cloth just as where you will be sitting on.

"I need you to moan." As you ride him without penetration, you look into his eyes and lift his hand, placing it on top of your breast.

"I don't -"

Then the knock came, they warned they'll come in no matter what. You increase the speed on where you're riding him, your back on the door, impossible for them to see you and would be embarrassed enough to interrupt two people who are making passionate love.

The mage lingered for a while, I felt him scan the scenario but didn't feel anything in particular. He just thought two people rutting against each other. I can read the disappoinment in his mind.

I hope I can also read Geralt's mind as I pretend to make love to him.

Once the door shuts, you stand up, gathered your nightdress and slips it on.

"Do you really think that?" He's still lying down, practically naked without that small cloth you sat on.

Your eyebrows furrowed, not knowing what he's talking about.

"You really think I'm in love with someone else?" He sits up, his white hair sticking to his sweaty skin.

"Aren't you?" You feel the cold breeze past your chest and your nipples hardened.

"Y/N, I don't know how to explain this but ever since you came with me, I haven't laid eyes on any other woman."

"Really? Who's Renfri then?"

"What?"

"You uttered her name in your sleep. Now, I am completely inexperienced in love but when you utter someone's name when you're unconscious, they're pretty important."

Your back is at him, afraid he'll see the hurt on your face.

"Renfri was my sister."

"Was?" You spin around and you see him with his head down.

"She was killed not long before."

"How come you didn't tell me?" I walk towards him, he looks up and I touch his face just as he lay his head against my chest.

"I reek of blood and violence and everything humans should probably stay away from. I couldn't bear to see you be burdened by any of this."

"Geralt..."

"Tell me, Y/N, do you also feel that warm feeling in the pit of your stomach? I feel that when you're around. And when you ran away, all I felt was fear. Fear of not seeing you ever again."

He didn't move, just spoke with his head down and my hands wrapped on it.

"Forgive me..."

You touch his face and his chin, forcing him to look up. His golden eyes showing so much emotions. You cage his face on your hands and gave him soft kisses on the lips. His hands are rough and calloused but his lips, soft like cotton.

You bring his hands in front of you.

"These hands are capable of murder but I trust them completely. I trust them to make me safe. I trust you."

And within a heartbeat, your mouths collided, hands on each other's body like two sailors on a boat in the middle of the sea. Anchored by each other.

He carries you to the middle of the bed, knowing this is your first time, he did everything just to make sure there will be no pain. But when he finally sunk in you, you feel your walls being ripped apart and that's when you feel the trickle of blood from your center dripping down his length.

Geralt slowly and surely thrust inside you. Whispering sweet nothings to distract you from the pain and when his finger flicked your mound, the pain is now mixed with pleasure. Until there was no pain anymore.

Your bodies united, hearts connected, souls intertwined.

Sparks fly behind your eyes as you reach nirvana, holding on to Geralt's strong arms. He carefully removes you from his lap and dipped some cloth in water, wiping the blood that clung to your thighs. It was somewhat so intimate seeing him concentrating. You stop him and he drops the cloth on the side of the table.

You kissed him, more passionate this time, feeling that hot, burning desire in your gut again.

"Make love to me, Geralt." You whisper, your lips on his.

"Hmm..." he grunts and smiles before sinking into you again. That feeling only him can give you.

The emptiness and pain now just a distant memory as you fall deeper in love with the White Wolf.

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