#really happy that he won in front of a home crowd :')

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Nikolaj Memola: Samson and Delilah » 2022 Junior Grand Prix Final

[s-vtoru]

where's my reward? | wriothesley x reader

ᡴꪫ summary: wriothesley comes to you, his biggest cheerleader, after winning his 5th boxing match this week. he expects a reward for his hard work and who are you to deny him? pairing: boxer!wriothesley x fem!reader warnings: smut, praise kink (wrio), pet names (angel, baby, pretty girl), p in v, porn with plot, breeding kink, implied pregnancy

wriothesley was in the ring, throwing punches to the face and gut of his opponent, almost rarely receiving them from the other end. one uppercut and left jab from the duke left his combatant on the floor gasping for air, covered in bruises and a bloody nose. cheers and clapping erupted from the crowd around the arena as wriothesley was deemed the winner, or champion rather, which happened almost every time. as he held the belt given to him, showing off his well-earned prize off to the crowd, he spotted you just a few feet away from the rink screaming his name and cheering for him. seeing you apart of the crowd, his number one fan, it was his sole reason to keep on going in his boxing career. you are his motivation.

a few interviews and photograph signing later, he was completely spent. all he wanted was to hold you in his arms and head on home. so once he saw you waiting for him in his personal dressing room, he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head in the crook of your neck. you smiled warmly, "hi mr. champion," you spoke, turning your head to press a kiss onto his cheek. man was he happy to hear your sweet voice. "mm. hey," he pressed soft kisses against your neck, fingers messing with the bottom of your shirt. "you did great out there, wrio," you caressed his forearm with the pad of your thumb, the both of you swaying side to side. "thanks baby, couldn't have done it without you," and it was true, if he didn't have you, he wouldn't have made it this far. he wouldn't have been one of the top 3 best boxers in the world.

having you in his arms never got old. he loved feeling your body against his big, bulky frame. remember how spent he was earlier? well, not so much anymore. with you in front of him, looking all pretty in those tight leggings and compression long sleeve shirt with his name on the back that hugged your figure oh so nicely, you can feel his growing bulge against your ass. "i figured you'd be tired after such a long match, but i suppose not?" he chuckled against your shoulder, looking at you through the vanity mirror in front of you both. "well, i was. but then i thought about how i won and.." you raised your eyebrow, not really knowing where he was going with this. "and what?" you could feel him smirk against your skin, his deep gaze on your body and your pretty lips.

"where's my reward?"

".. reward?" you repeated, still confused for a moment before realizing what he meant by 'reward'. "shouldn't i be rewarded for winning today's match and for all my hard work?" a laugh left your lips, turning your body to look at him fully. "oh why yes, of course," you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, a grin spread across your lips. "what would be a good enough reward for you, hm?" wriothesley hummed, ocean blue hues glued to your lips as he came up with an idea. "well, i think this pretty girl in front of me would make a pretty good reward. don't you think?" your cheeks flushed a bright shade of red, getting a bit embarrassed by his words but you pull him closer, your lips just a mere centimeters apart. "then you can have this reward you speak of in any way you want. how's that sound?" your tone was gentle, alluring. a deep chuckle left his lips, his smirk only widening, "sounds perfect," his lips crashed against yours eagerly, hands already finding purchase on your ass.

his leg found its way in between your legs, knee pressing right up against your clothed cunt. you could feel him smiling against your lips, a whimper being pulled out of you from the friction his knee gave you. your panties were already ruined, your slick creating a wet patch on them as well as your leggings. "w—wrio.." you mumbled in the kiss, his tongue finding the opportunity to flood your mouth, dancing against yours in a coinciding rhythm. he tugged on your bottom lip, a fervorous growl leaving his lips. "fuck, you're already so wet for me.. and i barely did anything to you," his eyes bore into yours with an intensity you've never seen before. he wanted to bed you over and fuck you right then and there with no hesitation, but he needed to hold back. just for a while longer.

his head dipped down to your neck, his lips sucking light red marks onto your soft skin that would soon darken in due time. his canines spent no time in leaving their own mark on you, biting down with ease, but not hard enough to cause you any pain but a slight sting. the duke's hips rutted against the fat of your ass, his painfully hardened cock grinding against you with a kind of desperation you knew very well. however, you gathered his attention by cupping his cheeks with your small palms, letting out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. "wait.. let me," you retracted your hands, slowly lowering down to your knees, face to face with the bulge portruding through his shorts, "reward you."

wriothesley's cheeks flushed a bright shade of crimson that stretched to the tips of his ears, watching you get down on your knees for him. he licked his lips at the sight of you, his expression contorted with lust and need. "by all means, please," a little grin spread comfortably across your lips, pulling down his shorts and underwear in one swift motion, watching his cock spring out excitedly. a content sigh left your boyfriends lips, finally feeling relieved from the confines of his clothing. you wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking at a teasingly slow pace that made him grunt. you took your time with him, wanting him to savor every small motion you made as you kept eye contact with him the whole time. after a few slow strokes, you sank your mouth down onto him, absolutely reveling in the way the all time champion shakily groaned.

"oh— fuuck— , that's it.." he placed his hand on top of your head, biting his lower lip at the feeling of your warm mouth around his girth. you swirled your tongue around his cock skillfully, tracing the thick vein all the way down to the base, the dark hairs of his happy trail tickling your nose. he admired how talented you were at sucking his dick, and that tongue of yours — the way it prodded at his slit before taking him back into your mouth with hallowed cheeks — it drove him crazy beyond words. those lewd noises of you choking on his cock was almost enough to bring him to the brink of release, tasting the pre that leaked from his tip as you held onto his thighs for support.

his dick twitched against your tongue, letting you know he was getting close. "baby, mph— i'm close.. gonna cum in your pretty mouth, okay?" you nodded your head in response, your movements picking up pace as you sucking his cock faster, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat. you were growing needy yourself, one of your hands reaching down to rub your cunt through your leggings. your muffled moans sent vibrations against his shaft, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from how deep he was in your throat. at this rate he was panting like an animal in heat, desperate for release so he can hurry up and fill your pussy with his seed next. he placed his other hand on your head, using both of his hands to eagerly fuck his cock into your throat. tears fell down your cheeks from his tip reaching the depths of your mouth. "feels so good baby, shit.. i—i'm gonna—"

one, two, and three more thrusts had him leaning his head back with a drawn out moan, shooting his cum down your throat just like he said he would. you gripped onto his thigh tighter, not letting a single drop of his release go to waste. you swallowed every last bit of his cum, ignoring the salty and bitter aftertaste. "that's a good girl," he stroked your hair with a proud grin on his face, taking his still very much hard shaft out of your mouth. you stood up on your feet, wriothelsey immediately turning you around and bending you over the vanity while he tucked his face in the crook of your neck. "need to be inside you, please.. i need to fuck you, baby," you let out a giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his lips with a alluring smile, "go ahead, wrio.. this is your reward after all, right?" your voice was sweet like honey, yet had a hint of spice to it that sent your black haired boyfriend over the edge.

he spent no time in pulling your leggings and panties down to your ankles and disregarding them completely, just aching to be inside you already. he turned your face towards him by your chin, kissing you hungrily as two of his fingers rubbed circles around your clit. your moans were music to his ears, sending blood streaming straight to his throbbing cock. he gave his shaft a few strokes before pressing his tip against your hole that clenched around nothing, dying to be filled up by your champion of a lover. "gonna put in inside you now, okay?" you hummed, feeling his fat tip ease itself inside of you, sending a stinging sensation through your body. wriothesley was by no means small; he was quite literally big. so as he pushed his massive girth entirely inside you, you gasped at the sudden stretch, beginning to adjust to it.

"you alright, angel? did it hurt?" you loved how sweet he was, how much he wanted to make sure you were okay. that was just how he is, not wanting to hurt you at all. you shook your head, "i—i'm okay, wrio.. just hurry up..," you could hear him scoff, sliding out of you and bottoming out again into your cunt, ripping a moan out of you. "someones impatient, huh?" you nudged him softly leaning your head back on his shoulder as he slowly began to move his hips. "you're— mmf.. s—shit.. one to talk," your voice was shaky, covering your mouth to repress any further noises from reaching anywhere out of the room you both were in. "yeah, i suppose you're right," wriothesley's thrusts became more frequent, biting your lip at the pleasure of his cock in your greedy cunt.

he pressed soft kisses over the marks he left on you earlier, balls deep inside you with his pace quickening with each passing second. it felt like heaven inside of you, feeling your pussy grip onto his thick cock as he took hold of your jaw, turning your attention to the mirror in front of you. "want you to watch me fuck you, watch me earn this pretty reward," he bullied his length into your dripping cunt, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head. the pleasure took over your body completely, your vision going white as his tip repeatedly kissed that sweet spongey spot that made you see stars. you uncovered your mouth, drool sneaking passed the corners of your mouth and dripping down your chin.

you loved the way wriothesley fucked you, it was filled with love and lust even if it was rough at the same time. you can tell his movements were sturdy and skilled with the way his hips thrusted his cock deep within your womb, heat rising throughout your whole body. "you did so g—good today wrio, 'm so proud of you!" and you really were, you were so so proud of him. and even though you meant that in a totally innocent way, it set something off inside of the man fucking you from behind. he cursed under his breath, his dick somehow getting bigger inside of you. "w—wrio? you—"

"say it again. tell me how proud you are of me."

you didn't think he'd be the type of person so be into being praised, let alone get aroused by it. but you didn't mind at all, because you truly were extremely proud of him. you know how hard he worked to get where he is now. "i—i'm so so proud of you wrio, y—you did so good out there!" he chuckled to himself, his thrusts becoming more erratic and his heavy breaths turning into feral growls. he loved when you praised him, told him how good he did during his matches. he was an all-time winner, all because of you. and because of his hard work, but mainly you. "ngh.. f—fuck baby, it's all 'cause of you," his thrusts remotely became erratic, unable to stop the reckless pace of his hips slapping against your ass.

your back arched dangerously, allowing your boxing champion to sink his cock deeper within your walls, abusing your cervix in a way that had your legs trembling. wriothesley caught sight of your wavering legs, an idea forming inside that mischievous head of his. without warning, he lifted you up by your thighs, holding them with a fierce grip in his large hands. he fucked up into your pussy harshly, a gravelly groan leaving him as he did so. you could see his cock slip in and out of you through the mirror, watching him split you open with his girthy shaft. "w—wrio! too d—deep!" your moans only got louder, almost positive people from outside the room could hear what you both were up to. "shit, princess, look at you..," he latched his teeth onto your shoulder, wanting to mark you up as much as possible.

"fuck.. i'm gonna cum soon," his thrusts had gotten sloppy, pace faltering too, feeling his cock twitch eagerly against your gummy insides. "i—inside.. c—cum inside wrio.." your expression was all fucked out; mouth agape, tongue lolled out, practically begging him to empty his load into your womb. those words had only turned him on even more, a chuckle leaving him, "well shit, baby, gladly," his pace picked up instantly, his grip on your thighs now deadly as he pounded into you from below. you leaned your head back onto his shoulder, feeling that heat build up in the pit of your stomach. "c—cumming! i'm cumming—!" it didn't take long for that coil to unravel, squirting all over his cock, your juices coating the mirror in front of you. wriothesley was on the verge of cumming too once feeling your pussy pulse around him, sending blood rushing throughout his body.

a few more thrusts against your g-spot had him spilling his warm cum inside of you, a deep, shaky moan erupting from your boyfriend. you both took a minute to catch your breaths, you clearly losing all feeling in your lower body. he set you down on the vanity, grabbing your panties from the ground and slipping them up halfway. "wrio..?" you looked at him, only to be met with his scheming gaze. he watched as his cum seeped out of your gaping hole, using two digits to scoop his seed back up and push it inside of you. until then, that's when he slipped your panties up all the way. a wave of heat coated your cheeks letting out a content scoff. "can't let it go to waste now, can we?" you rolled your eyes at his comment, unable to stop yourself from smiling. "hmm, i guess not."

after getting you all dressed, himself included — him only having to zip up his pants and whatnot — he leaned closely into your ear, placing his hand over your tummy, giving it slow rubs. "after all, i don't mind having another cheerleader to cheer me on," he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you slow and passionately before continuing, "that would be a pretty amazing reward, no?"

[lxvvie]

i work at a theme park, so every day i see dads with their little kids carrying them, giving them a high five, lifting them when there’s a parade so they can see ☹️✨ it makes me so happy, it makes me think of the boysss. how would they be in a theme park as parents? you can do only the one-four-one boys if you want to

I see Price as the dad getting all the compliments when he's out with his child(ren), ranging from how darling they are, how calm and well-behaved they are, how at ease he is with them, and oh, is he seeing someone? Currently? Right in front of you and your funnel cake...?

Soap is the dad who 110% does just about everything with his wee little ones. Scared to get on that one ride? S'okay, he's right there with ya. Want that one toy in that game? Sure thing, he'll win it for them. That one dickhead dad and his kid cut in front of Soap and his own? Best believe he'll fight for his and his wee one's honor.

Gaz and his kid(s) are the ones who really go for the food so they'll be trying just about anything they can, honestly. Oh, and the games! They like a good game. As a whole, they tend to stay FAR away from the mascots and clowns. Once Gaz was dared to go on the highest roller coaster in the park by his kid(s) and daredevil that he can be sometimes, um... we'll leave it at that.

Ghost is the dad his kid(s) use to carry the stuffed animals won so he's almost always walking out of the theme park with an arm full of them. Is usually seen standing to the side, arms crossed, and keeping his eye on you and the little ones as you wait in line to get on a ride or grab food or whatever. Will also have his kids on his shoulders or in his arms, too, if they want to see the parade.

Rudy is the mom dad who keeps water, sunscreen, and a park map on hand; if you and he split up so you can take the kids to do their thing, it's check-ups galore via the cell and a designated meet-up spot to reconvene.

Alejandro and his children are just there to have fun. He's the dad whose kids make him get a caricature drawing that you will frame and hang up at home, some face painting done, and it's pictures galore. Too many to count but it's worth it to him. He remembers you and your children's smiles and laughter the best.

Köthulhu and his Köthulhi may or may not give the mascots hell. Probably. As a dare. Which earns him and the kids a stern look from you. But really, you all use Mount Königmanjaro as the personal crowd-parter guy because he's massive, you use him to win those dart balloon games, and you make him stand in line for food or something when you have to step out to attend to the kids because... who gone check him?

[noroi1000]

Silent signal (18+)

Summary: You've seen your boys play basketball. You've seen it all as they play. Their body movements. Because you saw them hot, you wanted to make them happy with you.You were excited. Your brain wandered in lustful sights.And they wanted you to decide which one of them won their match.They had an argument.Your mouth filled with saliva at the prominent places on their bodies...If you give them a blowjob, they'll stop arguing and be just as happy as you are. @getosbigballsack one shot here 🥰

Paring: Rebellious SatoSugu x Shy, nerdy, Virgin fem reader.

Words:3.5k

Warnings: oral sex m!receiving (double blowjob, throat fuck, cum on face) mentioned SatoSugu sex, dirty talk.

Your boys were in the pool after training. The same plus and minus that one of them is very rich, he has a house with a swimming pool and there is a small basketball court next to it. What justice it was? They played basketball first, and then went into the water to cool off.

With big eyes you watched their muscular and tall silhouettes as they jumped after the ball and ran. They were trying to win. Satoru vs Suguru. One on one. If you decided to play with them, they would surely crush you. You sat at the table under an umbrella avoiding the excessive sun. There is a book you liked very much. Your favorite author. And this could be your favorite book.

If not for one thing. They kept distracting you. The sound of their voices echoing in your ears. Then the sound of a ball bouncing. Then the ball hitting the metal square and the basket. When they raised their hands to intercept or throw the ball, you saw how their shoulders tensed. How their shirts go up when they jump and then they land on the hard ground and run. This sight was the most distracting.

Because you couldn't help but stare at their muscles moving under their skin.

You blushed when you saw Suguru's focused and intense gaze. And Satoru's toothy grin.

They were both your boyfriends. You loved them, but you were surprised that they acted this way towards you. They were popular at school. Rebellious... They did not like to obey rules and orders. They did what they liked.

And you were shy and small among people. If you had to choose between parties and things that other people turn on, you're home. You reading books. You try to study for tests because you don't want to get bad grades. They still get good grades though. They are good at everything...

You became their girlfriend because you fell in love with them. Shy and nice girl and bad boy? That was your relationship. You fell in love with their true nature. In the warmth and love they show you.

And they fell in love with your innocence. You are so small and cute. You love them so innocently and unconditionally. You are not looking for anything in return but mutual love. It was something they loved about you.

Their little, innocent and pure girl. Small because you don't stand out from the crowd and you're smaller than them. Innocent because you don't do all the thoughtless things like everyone else. You're not causing trouble, you're trying to be polite. You're clean because every time they undress you, you act like it's your first time naked in front of them.

You were a virgin. And it was so cute. Your purity emanated for them, showing that one of the most popular boys in school has their little girl. Nobody could take you away from them and they didn't want to leave you either. Who but you will give them so much love and tenderness? You were so gentle and cared for them every time. You did everything for them. Because you loved them as much as they loved you.

But you weren't really that innocent. You've been old enough. It's obvious you were thinking about sex. And because it was, your eyes slowly traveled over their bodies, studying muscles and exposed skin. Watching their crotch bounce with them.

With increased physical activity, blood pressure and heart rate increase. Blood flows throughout the body. And it also makes their crotch more visible.

You placed you hands on your forehead, stopping your dirty thoughts.

You've seen them naked before... And even though you're still a virgin, you know what their penises look like. Mainly because there were intimate moments between the two of you. With hands or mouth. You witnessed their sex. As Satoru's length quivered with pleasure as Suguru thrust into him from behind. And they both encouraged you to kneel in front of Satoru and open your mouth for him.

They really want to take your virginity. But they still want to play with their innocent bunny. Total innocence because you've never had a penis inside you. Their tongue or fingers, yes. But they are waiting for the moment when they can't hold back anymore.

Even though you spend time with them and have intimate moments between you even often, you are inexperienced when it comes to giving them a blowjob. Because they are so big and you have difficulties. They liked to masturbate on you, or you had to stroke them until they cum. Your mouth was small and you always had a hard time filling it completely in you. Or were their dicks so big compared to your mouth?

But you know for sure now that you'd like to let them off a bit after their game. They must be hot and would like to rest. One hundred percent relaxation? They need it... Dropping a load on you or in your mouth might give them some relief. Especially now when you see them arguing.

Sweat-soaked T-shirts and shorts were falling to the ground as Satoru suddenly jumped into the pool, almost soaking you and your book.

"And you (y/n)-chan? What do you think? Who won?" He called to you as he sat by the shore, putting his head in his hands as he looked at you with a smile.

You were focused on watching Suguru undress. Prominent veins on his arms and shoulders. On his abdomen...

You didn't know you were blushing until Satoru told you.

"We can stand in front of you even naked if you want to watch."

You shook off the momentary dirty dream in your mind. You looked at Satoru and your thighs clenched anyway. They looked sexy...

You made a questioning sound as you looked at him, but then you looked at Suguru who had taken off his pants and saw the length sticking out under the material. Round bulge in gray boxers. It was the same with Satoru before. But he quickly disappeared into the water...

Suddenly, Suguru deftly jumped into the water, and swam out next to Satoru.

"I don't think she's listening. She's probably too busy with something else." he said, pushing his wet bangs out of his face. "But I won anyway."

"Huh?!" The white haired man screamed, looking at him furiously. "Our only judge is sitting and pictures of our dicks are flashing through her brain right now! When she sobers up she will tell us what happened! That I won!"

They both sat on the edge and started arguing.

And feeling the warmth on your cheeks, you couldn't stop staring down.

Maybe you can make them stop arguing?

But you only know one way to make them loosen up right away. Why did your body immediately react to their sexy image?

Wet droplets on their bodies. Wet hair. Their muscles as they sat there with their feet in the water arguing over who won.

You wanted to feel something in your mouth. You wanted to do something erotic... You didn't want to tell them straight "guys, I want to suck your cocks". Because you're too shy and you'd probably burn yourself with embarrassment. And only someone with many years of experience and knows what he is doing can say that. Your experience is small. It's not zero, but it's small... And you can't say otherwise. Because you've given them a blowjob before. You can tell it was fun for them. And very much. But you weren't sure what you could and couldn't do. They guided you during this. But you couldn't deny that you had succeeded. (Because you've seen Satoru do the same thing once...) You remembered how Suguru moaned then. So you were sure he liked it.

And thanks to Suguru, you know that Satoru likes strong feelings. Even though a little lick drives him crazy, he never protests when he receives something that includes a package of strong sensations. Swallowing, sucking? This is something he likes. But he loves it when you innocently lick and stroke him.

Suguru well... He's more patient with you. And he likes everything you give him. But no teeth... They don't like it if you at least accidentally brush their lengths with your teeth. But they laugh about it because they know your mouth is small...

Saliva wet your tongue as you thought about it.

You slowly walked over to them.

You didn't want them arguing. You had a craving for them, and that would also make them stop arguing.

They turned their heads when they saw you coming. You took Satoru's T-shirt and placed it on the wet floor to kneel on it. Your knees will hurt less.

You positioned yourself in an innocent position in front of them, looking at them with a red face.

"What?" Satoru murmured as he looked at you with softer eyes.

You looked down at his chest, then back at him. While there was still silence, you looked down at his wet blue boxer shorts clinging to his enhanced length.

He kept looking at you. Words couldn't come out of your mouth. What if you come off as a pervert in front of them? You're not the kind of person who talks straight about needing sex... More like you're submissive and go with them because they WANT to take care of you. You don't protest because you know you'll feel fine. But you can't initiate it alone...

"I can only guess what it is about. Will you say it, (y/n)?" Suguru asked with a small smile.

"...I want... I want to give you..." your head was moving from side to side. Why does it have to be so hard to say? In your head it looked different... "I..."

"I saw from your previous silent signal that you wanted us naked. You were looking at Satoru's underwear." he laughed with one eye closed.

Suguru has always been observant about your small, innocent gestures.

You looked down with a burning face.

"And also judging by your position on your knees..." He got up and walked over to you, looking at your smaller body from a height. "So innocent and defenseless, you want to give us a blowjob, don't you?

Your soul could now fly out of your body and be shot down by an arrow. Because he saw it. And he understood what you wanted to do. Besides, he said it in such a simple and lascivious way... He didn't care about the style of his speech.

You looked at him with puppy dog ​​eyes. Your cheeks red.

He placed his hand on your head, stroking you gently. He was a little too far away for you to start.

"She wants to give us a blowjob?" asked Satoru looking at the dark haired man. To look at you later with a smile. "Do you really want to?"

His mood improved now. Very.

You nodded, closing your eyes with an embarrassed expression. When you opened them, you looked at Satoru's face not far from yours.

You could have sworn you had really heard the splash of water before he left.

"What do you want from us, bunny~?" he hummed with a smile.

You looked at him and then at Suguru, seeing their smiles.

"Does you get excited? Your little pussy got wet from looking at us? Wanna lick a dick?"

You nodded your head in agreement almost shamelessly.

At least they don't argue anymore. You distracted them from it. And now you'll be able to do that too.

"You want?"

You nodded.

"Say it, bunny."

"...Yes..."

"what?"

".... I want..."

"What do you want, baby?" Suguru lifted your head, keeping his fingers on your chin.

"... I want to give you..." You stopped feeling so dirty about this conversation. You wanted to say it finally. But your mouth kept closing on its own.

"I know you can say it. Just tell me what you want to do for us." he whispered.

You sighed before drawing in a breath to start talking.

"I want... I want to give you... a blowjob..." You muttered and when you finished speaking you looked at them.

They saw the spark of innocence in your eyes. And they felt their blood flow to only one place.

"Heh... Then go ahead." Satoru stepped closer to you, standing tall in front of you. With the length just above your face for you to take care of him.

The warm lips of their lovely girlfriend after being in a cool pool? Oh yes.

You've been improving to be a little taller. They have long legs... Suguru walked over to you and stood at the same distance as Satoru.

You reached into the white haired boy's wet underwear and lowered your belt, looking at the line of soft white hair falling down.

You swallowed softly as his panties slid down his thighs.

The length stood out slightly, giving you a nice view of him.

You moved a little closer, placing your lips on the damp tip. His skin was as warm as it was cool from the pool water.

You opened your mouth, inviting him into your warmth. He accepted your invitation, purring at the feeling of moist heat. You grabbed his base with your hand, massaging his skin slowly as you sucked on his tip.

And as you looked into his eyes with innocent eyes, his body moved closer for you.

"It's cute. But honey, Suguru would also like to feel your sweet lips." He stroked your head and placed his hand on the shoulder of the dark haired boy next to you.

You moved a bit to the left and reached for his almost water-black underwear. When you blew it off him, he was tougher. His big tip rested against your cheek as you took off his boxers. Out of the corner of your eye, you looked at your blue-eyed boyfriend's large hand that was moving along its length.

"Baby, put your tongue here for a moment." he called out and reached for you with his hand. You moved closer to him, stroking Suguru's thicker cock.

His fingers entered your mouth, collecting the saliva from your tongue for later use as lubricant. He let you pull away and gestured with his hand that you should take care of the length of the long haired one.

You opened your mouth, placing the wide tip on your tongue to take it more into your mouth.

You had it a little easier with Satoru. Because he was thinner. You could have put it in your mouth more easily. But the length was not easy. Same with Suguru who was a little shorter but fatter. It caused you problems.

You tried to widen your jaw as much as you could so you could take him deeper into your mouth. Until finally his skin was slippery enough for you to push him deeper. His calloused tip found its way to the inside of your cheek as you moved your head at his contented grunts. His hand was placed on your head.

"I always love watching her suck your dick." Satoru muttered as he pressed his hip against Suguru's.

"Baby, give me your right hand."

You looked at Suguru still holding him in your mouth. A smile on his face that didn't make you ask for more, just do what he asked.

As you gave him your hand, he moved it to Gojo's wet length. They both positioned themselves a bit differently. They were standing close together in front of you, but slightly turned to one side. Giving you easy access to both at once.

With one hand on Geto and the other on Gojo, you realized that you can suck them alternately. They wanted you to do that. You stroke one and suck the other. And then vice versa.

You moved your mouth away from Suguru's now stiff shaft to move your mouth to Satoru. And your hand pleased Suguru.

The minutes passed. You felt their lengths pulsate in your hands and mouth. The veins will come out

You reached out to both of them and stroked them, coughing softly from your attempt to swallow Satoru.

His hand that wiped the saliva from your chin encouraged you to try again. His fingers gripping your hair as he pushes your hips lightly. Your left hand was wrapped around Suguru's fingers as he began to move your hand faster while moving his hips, fucking your hand. He was happy to see you try to do it.

The hard bottom of your cock sliding over your tongue, letting it go deeper and deeper.

"Breathe through your nose and don't panic. It's just my dick." he said to calm you down and wrapped his fingers around his length, guiding it gently. He stopped moving when you coughed weakly. "You're doing so well~."

With your eyes closed and with small tears, you felt the sensation of him in your mouth. And you also exactly felt Geto's heavy balls hit your wrist every time he pushed.

The best way to learn is to try.

Tears flowed freely down your cheeks as you choked around him.

You have no experience. Especially in giving him a deep throat. You never managed to take it in its entirety. But what is it? Your body is so soft and warm. Relaxed and excited. He got deeper and deeper into your mouth. You sweated in your throat, but you didn't push away from him. Until suddenly your nose touched the light white hairs at its base and your chin was pressed into his balls.

"Good girl... Very Good Girl..." he groaned, his hips shaking slightly. He pressed his lips lightly against yours as if a small shiver went through him. It was as if he had been electrocuted for a moment.

You coughed against his body. Suguru's hand reached for your throat, gently massaging the bulge he felt. The white-haired man looked at him with a small blush and a smile. He moved his head closer to him, positioning himself for a kiss.

Geto snorted slightly, but turned his head, allowing him to kiss him. One hand held your head while the other found the tip of the dark haired cock and pressed his thumb against the slit on the tip where the pre-sperm oozed out.

Your nails dug into his thigh and he began to lightly push his hips against your lips. You clenched your thighs together, but your body also got unpleasant shivers as he pushed too much into your smaller mouth.

Your throat felt so good around him. He wanted to stay there forever. He already knew your pussy would be just as good, maybe even better.

Those unpleasant shivers made your back arch. Your gag reflex wouldn't let you rest.

Suguru's fingers found their way to his ass, and he reached for his balls, squeezing the smooth skin lightly. A thumb rubbed his entrance, making him growl.

"You don't have to pretend you don't like it." Geto laughed.

"I like this. Let her prove that she can suck us. Maybe next time I'll ride you while you eat her pussy and fuck her mouth?"

"You have some really sick fantasies. As long as she agrees." He chuckled and placed a hand on his waist.

Suddenly, holding your cheeks, he pulled out of your mouth. Slowly, without haste, he enjoyed the warmth.

They were both close. But Satoru is even closer.

He happily looked down at the thin line of saliva that connected the tip of his mouth to yours. He grabbed your hand and wrapped it around the base of it, fucking just like Suguru started.

You coughed and breathed deeply to calm your body after the intrusion.

You didn't want to leave Suguru neglected, so you opened your mouth and took half of his length, feeling your jaw burn from opening hard for them. But you let him slide on until you felt a slight sore throat from the stretching. You pulled away suddenly, coughing at the irritation you felt.

"Relax. No rush." ​​He calmed down, wiping tears and sweat from your cheek.

"Despite her inexperience, she can be a master of sucking our cocks after this." White Hair chuckled. "Oh fuck..."

You took it into your mouth again, sucking. You took it almost to the end, wiggling your tongue on the underside. All of a sudden he came in. And you felt a slight pain from stretching your throat. Like with Satoru, your face was pressed into his body.

You pulled away from him, coughing too.

"I want to cum on your face..." Satoru moaned as he came closer to you.

They were so close that their tips touched each other, moving each other. You dropped your arms from their length and opened your mouth for them as they struggled.

Moments later, their warm loads spilled over your lips and cheeks, and they groaned in a low voice as they finished.

Satoru grabbed both of their cocks and stroked them. Suguru let him, feeling bliss.

And suddenly he put the tips in your mouth to make sure no more cum fell out of you.

"Thanks, bunny... That was nice... So who do you think won our little match?"

"Which was better?"

"... Both... Both of you were the best..."

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[catladyoftheyr]

Too Sweet

Harvey x Reader

Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4

Summary: you’re the new farmer in town and you ended up with an extra coffee. You offer it to Harvey and have a pleasant chat on his break. Fluff fluff fluff. One suggestive line about a kiss but nothing steamy. Reader is ungendered.

Authors note: I have this TikTok of him with that Hozier song on loop in my head. I love Harvey sm like that is my MANNNNN (also the farmer in that TikTok is really short so they kind of look really young)

Word count: 973

You liked to stop by the saloon in the early afternoon before the evening crowd made their way in. It was quiet and allowed you time to have conversations with Gus before other patrons needed his attention. “Hey, Gus” you called out as you walked in. He glanced up from polishing glasses behind the counter and smiled.

“Hey there! What can I get for you today?” he responded. You’d become a regular at the saloon since you’d moved in earlier this year at the beginning of spring but your order changed too often to be pinned down.

“Coffee today, please” you were feeling tired after spending your morning tending to the farm and needed a caffeine boost. Gus slid two paper cups in front of you.

“Last of the pot. Didn’t want it to sit there and go to waste. Second cup is on the house.” You appreciated his hospitality and generosity. You’d seen him give free hot meals to Linus if he was hungry as well. You slid the cash across the counter and took a sip of your coffee. You thanked Gus again before slipping out into the sunny afternoon.

You wondered silently who to gift your second coffee to, not wanting to keep it for yourself. Just then the door to the clinic across the street opened and you saw the local doctor step outside. “Hey!” You called across the street, trying to catch his attention. He glanced up at you with a confused look on his face. “Harvey, right? Gus gave me an extra cup of coffee today and I don’t need two. I saw you come out of the clinic and I was wondering if you could use a pick me up.” You caught up to him and offered him the warm paper cup.

“Oh thank you! That’s very kind of you.” Harvey grabbed the cup from you. “You're the new farmer aren’t you? I heard you inherited the land from your grandfather.”

“Yeah I just moved a couple months ago. I’m finally settling into a routine and starting to feel like the valley’a a good choice to call home. Oh, the coffee’s black by the way. I hope that’s alright.”

“I actually prefer it that way. I’m glad you’re settling in okay. Farming is hard work, be careful not to overdo it; I’d hate to see you end up in the clinic from overworking yourself. I was actually just about to go on an afternoon walk, would you care to join me?” Harvey looked away sheepishly as he delivered his invitation.

“I’d like that. I actually prefer my coffee black as well. But yeah, farming is tough. It’s a huge change from the desk job I had with Joja back in the city. The farm is still in pretty rough shape but I’m taking it day by day. What made you want to move to the valley? I imagine you can’t get a medical degree unless you go outside the valley.” You watched as the steam from the coffee fogged up Harvey’s glasses. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to clean them before responding.

“I studied in Zuzu city. I’d visited a couple other towns in the valley before, but Pelican Town won me over with its charm. The community is very tight knit here; everyone looks out for each other. May I ask what made you decide to take over the farm?” You hummed quietly, contemplating your response as the two of you walked together. There were so many things that led up to your decision to start over. It was almost impossible to pinpoint it to one particular answer.

“That’s a tough question. I felt the pressure rising for a long time before the bubble popped I guess. Eventually something just snapped and I couldn’t take it anymore. Truthfully I wasn’t very happy in the city. I’d gone through a really hard breakup, and my career wasn’t panning out how I thought it would. Taking over the farm seemed like an impulsive decision, but something in my gut said it was the right choice.” Harvey nodded and sipped his coffee. The two of you sat down on a bench that overlooked the graveyard. An elderly woman with a kind face, Evelyn you remembered her name was, was watering the flowers.

“Sometimes starting over is for the best,” he replied softly. “I hope you grow to love this town and become more integrated in the community.” Harvey held his cup in one hand, letting the other fall close to your own free hand on the bench. The tips of your fingers brushed for just a moment and you felt energy run through you. You’d never looked too closely at anyone in town before, but you noticed now that Harvey was rather handsome. He was clearly older than you, in his late thirties or maybe early forties. He had a neatly trimmed mustache and light stubble on the rest of his face. You felt your cheeks flush involuntarily as the thought of how his mustache might feel against your skin crept in.

“I hope so too. It feels like I’ve been too busy to make many friends in town. I still feel like an outsider,” you admitted. “It’s usually hard for me to talk to people, let alone open up like this. Most of my conversations since I’ve moved here have been with my chickens.”

Harvey let out a small chuckle. “I didn’t know chickens were such good conversationalists.” Just then he glanced at his watch and frowned. “I’m so sorry to cut our conversation short but I have to get back to the clinic soon. I hope I see you again”

“I hope so too. Maybe you can meet the chickens.” You smiled and and gave him a small wave goodbye as he got up.

[personne-reblogs]

AUTISTIC SWEEP

The shouts of the crowd are fading into white noise. 

The curtains are closing. 

The lights are dimming. 

The air still feels filled with static, though. 

This is a fight Donatello had known he couldn’t win, logically. The competition had been all fun and games, but this challenger was another story. No amount of support or hype could make up for such a gap; the bone deep certainty didn’t leave room for hard feelings. 

Struggling to catch his breath, battle shell against the wall, Donatello looks up from where he’s been getting some rest - not passed out rest, mind you. More like a beauty nap.

He lets out a genuine chuckle. 

Shigeo Kageyama is simply standing there, as he has been for most of the fight. 

“Sweet Marie Curie,” he puffs, keeping his voice level. The roar of the crowd hasn’t entirely died down, but he knows he is heard. “You don’t even have a scratch.”

The one they call Mob is giving him a stare. He still seems a little out of it. 

“You fought well,” he states calmly, and Donnie giggles. 

“Oh, please. I’ve been losing tournaments at home for as long as I can remember. You don’t need to feel sorry for me.”

At that, Mob flashes a grin. “I’m not sorry,” he says bluntly, coming over in lazy steps. “But it hasn’t been easy, either.”

He sits down, legs stretched out in front of him, and Donnie can now see that his breathing is a little heavy. He feels himself get cocky. 

“Well, I wasn’t about to just let you win. If I had to go down, might as well give ‘em a show, right?”

Mob sends him a sideway glance. “You really are all about dramatics.”

“What can I say?” Donnie sighs theatrically, proving his point. “This whole competition is about being swag. I could hardly disappoint.” 

“I don’t think you could," his opponent utters. “You’re very expressive.”

Donnie raises a perfectly drawn eyebrow. This is something he hasn’t often been told. He looks over to Mob, and the tension in the boy’s shoulders makes him hum in thought. 

“I don’t know who’s next, but you are going to crush them,” he provides. When Mob gives him a nonplussed glance, he goes on. “And even if you don’t, it’s still the last one. How good does that sound?”

“... it has been getting a bit much, to be honest.”

“Yeah, this is wild,” Donnie agrees. “Anyway, what are you gonna do with your trophy once you get it?”

Mob’s smile is a little shy, but he seems happy with the distraction. “I don’t know, actually. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten one. What would you do?”

“Well, you see, there was this one time I won the Lair Games…”

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In the next room, a very proud sensei and three worried brothers are getting impatient. 

The student and the sibling don’t seem to care at the moment. 

The crowd is gone. 

The curtains are closed. 

The lights are off. 

For now, making small talk with a former rival is just enough.

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EDIT: there is now a sequel!

YOOO IT'S BEEN SUCH A WILD RIDE

Disclaimer: I have never read/watched mp100 and I deeply apologize for making him probably very ooc. Just wanted to celebrate this beast of a match in my own way, which is wishing I could draw and deciding to heave words on a doc instead lol

CONGRATS ON MOB!! The final match between mp100 and undertale is gonna be soooo funny but I think Mob's gonna win this thing like it's nothing tbh (he has my vote at least)

@autismswagsummit thank you for reblogging all that Donnie propaganda, I genuinely think he never would've made it this far without the signal boost!

All my thanks to the Rise fandom for these past few days! You guys have made such powerful content and there's been so much hype I'm shocked. SHOCKED I TELL YOU

[josibunn]

mma!euronymous <33

hihi!! wanna start off by saying thank u a bunch for 400 followers!! yknow I love writing and I would go so hard for anyone in the fandom. I love u!!!

reader comes to one of euros matches for the first time only to be scared out of her heels so euro comforts her after :( i’ve been waittinggggg to release this omgg!!! he’s all I think about out these days, that and twins j/o. crybaby reader, smut! semi public sex, riding->missionary, praise, mentions of blood, fighting, crying by reader, yeah yeah. enjoy!!

you sat pretty in the stands of your boyfriends match, chomping on some caramel popcorn and a soda. you were cramped between a few burly men but you didn’t mind much, you just wanted to watchin for the first time.

øystein has been undefeated his entire career, so that’s the two years you’ve been together tying in with another four years. six years, he’d been boxing since he was a teen, straight outta school, and he rarely lost a fight. you didn’t even have to worry half the time, he always won. sure, he came home sore, and bruised, and stitched up, and sure it always worried you but he always tried to keep you at peace.

he assured you he’d never come home without a win, and that he did. he kept a lovely roof over your head, the best on your body, took you on frequent dates, whatever he could, he did it for you. his sweet girl, he couldn’t imagine the look on your face if you ever saw him hurt in the ring, it’d send him to his knees. that’s why he didn’t want you there. in fact, he forbid you completely, always telling you “it’s not a place for girls like you,” and he was right, but ugh…that wasn’t enough. you wanted to see him in action.

you always listened to him on the radio or just waited for him to get home and tell you how it went, and you didn’t even really care until you read the paper and read he was going against someone rather popular, stronger, bigger and in the game longer than øystein. you knew your boyfriend was good, he was all over your small town, the pride, best know for his quick feet and hard face taps, so you didn’t know why you got scared, but you went anyway. it might be fun, your first match!!

and of course you didn’t let him know you were there, heavens no. but he’d be so happy when he saw you, right?

so as I was saying, you stood between a few big burly looking, yelling men as you watched the fight, clutching your purse and consesions close to you. you wore a special dress you got with the spending money he gave you, pairing it with some little heels and a cute pink coach clutch with your hair half up just as you knew he liked it, it made you look dolly. “knock ‘em down!” you hear a man next to you cheer for øysteins opponent, making you roll your eyes. you watch your boyfriend, knowing you did his signature corpse paint just before he left, remembering how you psyched him up. god, he’s gonna be so happy to see you!

all of the sudden, you tune back, and øysteins against the ropes, taking hits to the gut. you gasp, dropping your things and your hands reaching for your chest, fear flooding your system as you study every inch of his body, his eyes that blink uncoordinatedly, his head that lolled to the side with each hit, his feet loosing balance and almost sliding off the matt, and his arms that laid against the ropes.

“oh my god, oh my god!! euronymous!” you gasp, gripping the railing in front of your row. a man next to you laughs, “he’s done for!” he says, making you fight back. “don’t say that! he’s gonna get up,” you start to frown, vision going blurry and you realize you’re tearing up, oh your poor baby, you never knew it was like this :(. you wanna cry, is this why he didn’t want you to come?

you quickly wipe the tears off your cheeks, this isn’t a place to cry, you tell yourself. you watch him block a hit and send his glove to the other guys face before øysteins grabbing and running him back, slamming him on the mat, and the crowd boos.

the ref comes in and restates the fight, and before you know it the whistle blows and they’re circling each other again. you cover your mouth and tears fall again when øystein gets one, two, three hits to the face, his corpse paint mixing with his own blood and his eyes blinking hard before he’s sending them back, two quick ones to the jaw and another to his ribs.

you sniffle your tears back when he’s sending his opponent through the ropes, hit after hit after hit before the ref is pulling øystein off. his opponent falls to the ground, and you hold your breath because you honestly didn’t know what that meant, but the crowd goes wild. the announcers call out your boyfriends stage name as the ref holds his fist up, and you choke out a sob when you realize he won. you knew he would. you just got scared.

so you’re shoving past all the old, ugly men, shouting “move, move!” before you race down to his station off the mat, and you see him, almost wanting to cry again. he’s getting the blood cleaned up off his face and out of his hair. his eyes are shut as water pours down his head and into a bucket, red mixing with it. his gargled water and spits out blood, and his eyes are barely open before he hears you, “øystein!” you call out.

he oofs when you jump onto him, arms instinctively wrapping around you and holding you up, “baby,” he whispers, almost enjoying the feeling of you embracing him before his eyes popping open, and he grasps the situation. “baby??” he gets a good look at your teary face before he’s looking around, and suddenly reporters are circling you two and his crew is being blinded by flashing lights.

anger fills him as he wraps his arm around you and keeps you on his hip, “the fuck are you doing here?” he whispers to you before he’s shouting, “EVERYONE back UP!” his voice is booming as he glared at everyone around him, and your little sobs in his ear has him frowning even as he tries not to.

“you-you were all hurt and-and I want to support you and-” he doesn’t give you time to finish through your tears before he’s laying your head on his shoulder, “hey hey s’okay baby, yknow i’m ok, just lay your head down, let’s go somewhere else.” he whispers, weaving through the cameras and crowds of people. his manager is chewing his ear off behind you two as you walk through the empty locker rooms of the building. oh yeah..you guys aren’t public. at all.

I mean,,the restaurant workers knew about you when he rented the place out when he took you out, and his manager and his…parents. but that was it. øystein wanted you out of the public eye as much as possible, because if someone brought you up in a press meeting or a smack talking comp he’d light the place up, no questions asked. and it was another reason he didn’t want you at the matches, too many eyes on you and it’d overwhelm you, he knew it would, you get overwhelmed at theme parks.

his manager is eating øysteins head off as you sit on a bench away from them, yelling things like “fucking here” and “the press” and you knew it was because of you. it was gonna be in every newspaper, on every radio station…

you twiddle with your rings as you sniffle, looking down sadly as they pace around the room shouting over each other before øysteins yells “go calm them the fuck down out there n’ ill deal with her, a’ight? fuck,” and the door slams, making you jump. øystein walks past you, wiping his remainder blood and paint off before he stands before you, and you can’t look at him, knowing he’s angry at you like this.

“song bird.” his voice is sweet as he puts his hands on his hips above his fighting shorts, and his bodies glistening. you look up at him and your lips already quivering again as you twist your feet nervously. he sees it, “why you cryin’ baby, huh?” you look away again but he tilts your chin back up at him, and his gentle words have you sobbing. “what’s wrong?” he caressed your face as he wipes your tears away, you holding his shorts lightly.

“you..I just didn’t like seein’ you hurt, and he was hittin’ you a lot and,” you sniffle, “and I was sitting by these guys and they were talking about you, it was just too much, are you ok??” you pull him down to his knees at your level, and he’s fighting a laugh. “i’m fine baby, promise. nothing I can’t handle, you know that. cmon baby you know that, I always beat em, don’t I?” you mirror him and hold his face, nodding.

“that’s right, and of course people talk about me, they’re just mad i’m always winnin’. but..[y/n],” he makes you look into his eyes, holding your chin, and you realize he’s getting serious. “what did I tell you about comin’ to these things, hm? didn’t I tell you I didn’t want you at my matches?” he nods, and you sniffle as you look away.

“look at me when i’m talkin’ to you baby, I told you about that.” he keeps your cheeks in his grasp, your bright n doey eyes steady on his. “you..you told me not to come to em, but I read about you in the paper and I just wanted to support you! I wanted to watch you in action,” you plead, and he sighs, holding your hand in his now.

“you already do so much for me sugar, you know that. you support me enough, you support me by waitin all pretty f’me, you support me by makin me that good shit I like, by patching me up and takin good care of me, by letting me lay you down and beat this pussy in when I come home,” he kisses your hand, making you smile and flush.

“s’why I don’t need you here to support me, ok? a place like this isn’t built for pretty dolls like you,” he says, and you smile. “I can’t protect you if i’m down there kicking ass and you’re up there around all those ugly old guys. because if they lay a finger on you, i’m not gonna be able to help you, and you’re gonna have to carry round a gun, and a pretty thing like you doesn’t need a fuckin’ gun,” he jokes, and you laugh.

“okay,” you nod. “and baby the press doesn’t even know about you yet, yknow that, right? and I-I just don’t want them all in your face, you bein my girl and being so pretty at that..they’ll blind you with all that flash. and they’ll harass you and say all these mean things because you’re mine and I don’t want that. ok? I need you to stay home for me baby,” he sits next to you on the bench, and you nod, “I will, I just wanted to see you but n-never again, that was scary. don’t like seein you hurt,” you frown.

“I know baby, it’s ok though, yknow m’ok.” he says, pulling you in his lap and you kiss him passionately, gripping his hot shoulders as he leans a hand back on the bench and keeps one on you, your legs dangly on the side of him as you say on his. you’re dominating him in the kiss and he’s letting you, admiring how needy and scared you were. he thought it was adorable, you running to his side because of a few hits to the face.

“you look so adorable mama,” he hums and you giggle in the kiss, feeling his rough n bruised hands grip your ass, “s’new, got it yesterday. wanted to look pretty for you.” you say, and he hums again in the kiss, “you always look pretty baby, y’like my little barbie,” he says before you slip your tongue in his mouth, getting a moan out both of you.

you push more into the kiss, shaky moans coming from you as you grind on his clothed length eagerly, your heels just barely touching the floor of the locker room. “you missed me baby?” he says as he pulls the bottom of your dress, hands running over your barely clothes ass and to the crotch of your panties where your cunt rests, brushing over your wet spot. you pull away and nod, scooting back and stroking his hard cock through his shorts, making him bite his lip and groan.

“mhm, watched you come out in your paint n stuff, looked so handsome.” you tell him, watching his cheeks grow pink as he smiles, you loved how compliments always flustered him so bad. “n’your arms looked so good hittin’ him like that, so hot,” and you smile watching him smirk.

“my sweet girl, my biggest fan,” he says, and you whimper, feeling him push a finger into your cunt as his other pulls yours panties to the side, gripping his cock as you speed up and grab onto his shoulder. “bet you gotta lotta lady fans, huh?” you say, your face turning at the thought. you knew he did, I mean, look at him? his face, his physique, he’s walking sex, leaking pheromones with every hard glare of his bedroom eyes.

“somethin’ like that. what, you jealous? hm?” he taunts, and you upturn your lip at his smirk. “bet not be lettin’ them touch all over you. don’t even look at em.” you say, and he lets out a little chuckle as he slips his second finger in you, making you moan out and duck your head near his ear.

you grab onto his shoulders as his bulge rubs against your thigh, and you’re gasping as he fingers your open. “and if i do?” he taunts, pushing his fingers deeper in you. “what’re you gonna do baby, hm? gonna fight em, maybe follow in my footsteps? gonna fuck me up about it?” he continues to push, and you whine. “øystein.” you warn, making him giggle.

“I won’t sugar, promise. cmere,” he whispers as he hikes you up, your boobs to his face as he pulls out his cock and lines you up, bringing his tip all down your folds, gathering your wetness before he slides his tip in, and you instantly start lowering yourself on him without help, making him tip his head back and his back arch and his eyes squeeze shut.

“oh my godd,” he moans, gripping your hip as he leans back on his hand some more. you share a moan as you slowly start bouncing yourself on his cock, this wasn’t the first time he fucked you after a match, of course not, but it was the first time he got you right after a match. still sweaty, hair wet and dripping and his fighting shorts pulled down just enough for you to fuck yourself. it was a euphoric feeling, tension fading away as he takes in your wet heat, your walls accommodating to his size like you were made for him.

“fuck baby, fuck. oh yeah.” he moans, and you’re watching his face as his mouth parts open and his eyes squeeze together, his brows burrowing with each roll of your hips as you bounce on his dick. “s’fuckin it princess, god this pussy.” he groans, gripping the back of your dress as his breath labors. “m’sorry for showin’ up n makin the cameras go crazy,” you squeak, but he shakes his head. “it’s ok baby it’s gettin’ taken care of, don’t worry bout a thing.” he’s already getting lost in the way you feel as his words slur, in the moment you could ask for his entire life savings and he’d give it to you and much more.

you wrap your arms arms around his neck, hugging him and he smiles, his hand that wasn’t holding himself up wrapping around you. “my pretty girl, protective little baby,” he pants, smile prominent in his voice. “s’ok princess you know i’m ok, he was light work.” he assures you, listening to your mewls and moans as you bounce on his cock, holding him close to you as if he’d float away.

“are they gonna get mad at you? your bosses n stuff?” you ask, and he shakes his head, “mm-mm, it’ll go over soon. jan axel’ll take care of it.” he assures, and ofc his best friend’s his manager. øysteins eyes pop open when he hears the door to the locker room open, shushing you quickly as he listens for voices, thankfully you guys were tucked behind a wall of lockers.

“mr. euronymous sir!” he hears a voice, sighing and rolling his eyes. “what’s the connection with the lady that jumped on you! is she a sister, family member, wife??” a reporter asks. “what? she’s my girlfriend- i-i’ll be out in a few just gimme a second,” he calls back, trying to stabilize his voice.

his mouth hangs open as you squeeze onto him, moaning quietly next to his ear as you sped up, letting out a tiny, “fuck baby,” into your neck.

“mr. euronymous how do you feel about your opponents comments towards the mysterious lady’s outburst towards you?” another reporter asks, making euronymous groan. he heard the commotion get closer, making him anxious, cooing at you and ducking your head into his shoulder for you to moan, feeling how close you were in the way you squeeze on his cock and wrap yourself around his body like a koala.

“fuck the comment, i’ll answer all your questions just,” he takes a shuddery breath, swallowing back spit. “just gimme a minute to help my lady out, ok?” he calls again, gripping your body as he starts fucking upward into you, a quiet, “oh my god, oh my god baby,” coming from him as he moans shakily, stomach tensing up.

he heard his manager yelling at all the reporters to get the fuck back as euronymous takes charge and lifts you into the air, laying you on your back and fucking into you with his hand holding you close to him, making you moan out, grabbing onto him as you throw your head back and shut your eyes, brows raising. he captures you in a kiss to silence you, slamming his cock into you, groaning into your mouth with each thrusts.

your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him deeper, and you can’t help but pull away to moan, chest heaving up to his as he watches you, wrapping you closer around him. “shh baby I know, I know jus’ keep it down ok? be my good girl n’ keep it down mama, fuck ure’ so good,” he sighs, watching himself disappear into your wet throbbing cunt.

“gonna cum, gonna cum euro,” you whine, breathing heavily through your nose as he continues to pound into you, tiny squeaks and oh oh oh!-s coming from you before he plugs you again, locking lips with yours.

you hold his neck and pull at his hair as you squeeze his neck, eyes fluttering as you messily kiss back, øystein swallowing your moans with each kiss to your sweet spot. you scratch as his bare back and squeal in his mouth as you cum around his cock, a white ring forming around the base of his cock and latching onto his pubes, and he’s twitching inside you as he lets out a long sigh, speeding up his thrust because his orgasm was right behind yours.

“that’s it baby, did so good,” he whispers, listening to your whines as the overstimulation reaches you, cursing when he feels you clench and throb around him. “øystein..” you whimper. “I know baby, don’t worry m’gonna cum, ok? gonna cum in you so I don’t ruin that pretty dress,” he pants, and you moan as he fucks his cum into you, short squelchy plap plap plap mac and cheese sounds coming from between you as he kisses your lips cutely in tiny doses, moaning slightly as he catches his breath with you.

“you feelin better? hm?” he asks you, and you nod hazily, all your thoughts fucked out of you. he giggled at you as he lays you on the bench and pulls out, going to clean you up with his towel as you eye him. “did it hurt?” you ask him, as stupid as it is, but all he does is laugh and shake his head.

“the adrenaline and shit doesn’t let it hurt, you feel it for a second but you don’t have time to feel it because you have to think about his or your next move. what, you wanna get into fightin’ or somethin?” he asks you and you sit up, pulling your panties on. “maybe. maybe i’ll take you down.” you smile and he mirrors you before giving you a little kiss, and the doors open again.

“don’t try any shit like that again. don’t wanna walk in and see pussy,” jan axel is pointing fingers, making you flush. he ends up telling you two the fans/press love you. seeing euronymous, a usually always angry and stone faced fighter go soft for his girl brought something out in people. so you sit pretty in a designated spot near his team (when you decide to go) and walk hand in hand out of every match. :)

mma euro anyone? hehehehe I looooved writing this!! I have a deathly soft spot for euro babying and caring reader :3 I hope u enjoyed!! mwah mwah mwah ����

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[hellish-sunsets]

You're an Asshole - Pt 3 - Triumph

Pt 1 Pt 2

Summary: Adam was nothing if not stubborn and persistent, and eventually he finally manages to win her over for a night. (Or, Adam thinks he finally convinced her to fuck because he's charming or something. Man has no idea he's wrapped around her finger.)

Warnings: Cursing, Smut

Word Count: 2,845

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Alright, so Adam couldn’t get her out on the first attempt. That was fine. He could be patient, when he needed to be. He would just get her at the next concert.

But she still didn’t leave with him.

So he tried again, and again, and again. He listened to more shitty music trying to get to that bitch. He was growing… far too accustomed to those bullshit sounds some people called music. But whatever, it would be worth it when he finally won her over and proved he wasn't an asshole. They would fuck and it would be great and he could finally move on from all this.

So he remained stubborn and kept it up. After the fifth ‘accidental’ bump in at a concert, she actually gave him her number with that bright smile of his,

“I like talking to you. We should keep texting.”

Something swelled in his chest, something he wasn't really willing to name. Victory, perhaps. Progress. Her friends hadn’t looked too happy about that, but she clearly wasn’t paying much attention to their warnings. Good. As pointlessly difficult as all this was turning out to be, at least her friend's displeasure wasn’t going to make it more difficult. Stupid bastards.

She texted him infrequently, telling him about various concerts she was going to, just in case he wanted to come too. He read the latest text over, one that seemed to hold more excitement than usual. The next one was a rock concert, and she was sure he’d have a better time there than the last one. He caught himself smiling at his phone and scowled. It was just because he was getting close to winning her over, he told himself. He definitely wasn’t developing any shitty feelings for some shitty woman. She could give him that shining smile as much as she wanted, could babble on with her infectious excitement for hours, could look up at him with those warm eyes, but it wouldn’t change a thing.

And maybe if he kept telling himself that he could pretend it was true. 

Who was he kidding, of course it was true. He had given up on love after his second wife left him. But, she was still hot. He couldn’t wait to bang her. 

And he was convinced tonight would be the night! He was in his element at a rock concert. He made sure he wore his best leather jacket, the one with only one hole nobody could even notice, and a nice shirt. Well, nicer. It didn't have any holes or stains. He couldn’t stand the same for his jeans, but oh well, at the very least he can say he tried. That's more than he did for everyone else. Just to prove a point, he told himself. 

There was a knock at the door and he headed that way, pausing at the hallway mirror. He ran his hands through his brown locks, making sure it was the right amount of messy. He needed to be irresistible. He smirked at himself, satisfied. 

Show time.

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The air thrummed with the sound of banging drums and heavy guitar. The crowd pressed in on them, the smell of sweat and the heat of the bodies hitting them from all sides. Adam felt right at home. 

He easily made his way through the crowd, searching for his little angel. She had told him to meet towards the front, by a specific pillar. Sure enough, he found her there with her usual friends. She spotted him too, giving a bright smile and waving him and Lute over. They couldn’t talk over the music, but that hardly mattered. He could use his dashing good looks and charming personality. Body language mattered a fuck ton in these matters. 

So he gave her his own dashing smile and sauntered over to bump his shoulder against hers. He felt more than heard her giggle. Nailed it! Her friends shot him weird looks, clearly unimpressed, but Lute shot them a hard look back, leaving them at a standstill. That didn’t matter, really. He was more than happy to let Lute deal with them so he could have fun and rock out with the hot bitch next to him. Ain’t nothing like it! And she was smiling and dancing and bouncing with the music, clearly having a good time. 

And for a while during that concert, he forgot about everything. He forgot about why he was there, forgot about his attempts at manipulation, forgot about why he was trying to in the first place. The thoughts in his mind, the constant nagging that he wasn’t good enough, that he was a failure, that he was an asshole and no one would love him… nothing he would admit to, to himself or anyone else, but was still there tearing him apart inside. Those thoughts didn’t exist. All that existed was the pounding music and the angel next to him and that beautiful smile and sparkling eyes that drew him in. 

He fucking loved rock concerts! This was the shit! 

And when the music finally faded, he could feel his blood boiling. He knew exactly what he wanted and he wasn’t going to play any games about it. This was his chance. The time had come and there was no hesitating. 

He leaned over, resting a hand on her waist and whispering in her ear, and she didn’t pull away but leaned into his side, her body fitting perfectly against his. 

“Wanta take this to my place?” He said in a low, rumbling voice, and she hummed, thinking it over. It felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. He may later regret how desperate he felt, but at that moment all he wanted was her, and it was a weird feeling. Cause yeah, he’s wanted to fuck plenty of bitches before, but this wasn’t quite the same, not that he was in the mindset to analyze his feelings or some bullshit like that. 

It was only a little hum before she was turning her head to whisper back in his own ear, her breath warm against his skin and sending a shiver down his spine. 

“Lead the way.”

He couldn’t have stopped smiling if he was threatened at gunpoint. His wings ruffled and puffed up and she giggled, taking his hand in hers. He led her away, giving her hand a squeeze as he went. He made sure to give Lute a grin and she nodded her understanding. He didn’t even bother looking at her friends. He didn’t give two shits about them. He was gonna get laid!

He was so fucking thankful he cleaned up his place earlier. Not that they saw it. 

The moment they were through that door she was on him, hands running up his chest before grabbing his jacket and pulling him towards her. Their lips crashed together, and shit, she had to have some flavored chapstick on or something cause fuck, she tasted like cherries. A growl was ripped out of his throat and he pushed forward, backing her into the hallway wall. She let out a small moan, opening her mouth for him, and fuck if that wasn’t hot. 

He had never been a really patient man, so he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to his room, fumbling for the light switch. And yeah, some guys liked fucking with the lights off but why on earth would he do that when he had such a fine piece of ass in front of him? No, he needed to see her, needed to see the faces she would make and the look in her eyes because he was determined to make them roll. Fuck, she would look so hot impaled on his cock.

She smiled at him, so tender and warm his thoughts stuttered to a halt. She leaned up to cradling his face in her hands, thumbs rubbing over the red in his cheeks. His breath caught in his throat as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his so gently. His tongue darted out to pick over her lips and she parted them for him. He groaned as she let him deepen the kiss once more. His hands went to her hips, pulling her body tight against his. He swallowed the little gasp she let out into the kiss. 

He didn't even know they had been backing up until she fell onto the bed, her smile turning mischievous as she dragged him along with her. He yelped in surprise, but he didn’t mind, not when she was laughing, the sound making his heart swell. And his cock. He didn’t know how to deal with the heart thing, but he had plenty of practice dealing with his dick. 

He reached for her shirt to help her undress, but she grabbed his wrists to stop him, her lips pressing against his pulse.

“You first.” She said, and it wasn’t fully a command but it felt like one. He rolled his eyes and huffed, making her giggle again.

“Fine, whatever.” But he couldn’t really bring himself to care too much when her hands were on his chest, brushing his coat down his arms. He pulled it off the rest of the way, tossing it onto the ground somewhere. He'd pick it up later. (He definitely wouldn't.) Her hands traced the edge of his shirt before diving underneath, her fingers so hot against his skin. His shirt quickly joined his coat on the floor.

“Now?” He asked with a huff, pulling roughly on her shirt. She thought for a moment and shrugged, sitting up to pull her shirt over head, quickly followed by her bra. 

Now they were talking! The sight of her laid out before him did wonders, wings spread out over his bed and tits out. God, she had the best tits, fit into his hands perfectly. So soft and warm. His lips were back on hers in an instant, all tongue and teeth as he groped her chest. She gasped and panted into his lips, hands frantically working at his jeans. His hips bucked against her hands, his cock already so hard and eager to feel her cunt around him. It sent a shiver down his spine when his cock sprang free, his pants and boxers joining her clothes on the floor with a kick.

Her hands roamed, from his stomach to his chest to his neck, pulling him closer to press her lips against her neck, making his cock twitch with the press of her hot lips against his skin. He moaned, pressing his face into the side of her neck while she lavished attention on his sensitive skin. His own hands wandered as well, roaming over her soft curves before landing on her thighs, parting them so he could sit more comfortably between, the new position perfect for grinding his throbbing cock against her pussy.

But he was an impatient man, and this was already taking much longer than he wanted. He reached down to grasp his cock, lining himself up with her wet cunt and pushing in. Her gasp and groan was straight up addictive, but not as addictive as her cunt fluttering around his cock. He pulled back and pushed in further, then further again, and he groaned into her neck before pulling away. He wanted to see the look on her face as he settled deep inside her. 

And shit, it wasn’t fair how hot she was. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” He growled, finally thrusting into her properly.

“Shit, Adam, you fit me so perfectly.” She moaned praise back, sending a delicious shiver down his spine and making him twitch inside her hot walls. The room was filled with the sound of her squelching pussy and his balls hitting her ass as he filled her and fucked her properly. Her moans and whimpers were like song, her nails digging into his shoulders, staring into his eyes and making his hips stutter. 

“So good,” he moaned, hands moving from her thighs, one settling on her waist, digging into her skin to pull her harder into each thrust, the other running up her body to her breast, messaging and playing with her nipple. “So fucking hot. Such a good slut for me, shit!”

And he did have a tendency of talking dirty when he fucked someone, but his voice caught in his throat when she reached up to cradle his face. His hips sped up at the look on her face, a mix of pleasure and so much tenderness it almost hurt, and he whined. Actually fucking whined.

“Adam,” she breathed against his lips, wrapping her legs around his hips, egging him on. “Adam, you’re so good to me. Fill me so good.” She pressed her lips against his, kissing him tender before letting him deepen it, desperate for more of her. 

He had never come so fast and hard in his life, or at least in a very long time. He buried his face in her neck again, hips snapping against her hard and fast, making her groan. He gave a final hard thrust, cock settled deep inside her as he came with a shutter and load groan. Her pussy clenched around him as he came and it felt like she was milking him of every drop. She sighed at the feeling of his come inside her, body relaxing underneath him.

But fuck, he wasn’t done. Couldn’t be. She hadn’t come yet, and if there was anyone in heaven or earth deserving of coming on his dick it was her. 

Being the first man had its benefits. He was made for fucking, to reproduce. Which meant he almost never came only once. 

She yelped as he suddenly grabbed her hips, tucking her wings in as he forcefully turned her around. He positioned her with a chuckle, chest pressing against her back, arm wrapping around her shoulders while the other positioned his dick against her cunt once more. 

“We’re not done yet.” He whispered into her ear, voice low and husky. “Not until you come too.”

He could feel his cum leaking out of her and used the head of his cock to coral it back to her entrance. He pushed it in, filling her with his cock again. Between her wetness and his come, he slid in much easier this time. He didn’t move right away, settling for grinding into her pussy as he settled himself on top of her, arm tightening around her shoulders while the other grabbed her hip, squeezing hard. She had to spread her wings out again to give him room, his own fluttering at the feeling of her body against his. She fit so perfectly under him like this. He guided her hips a little higher before thrusting into her. 

This time he didn’t bother starting slow. His movements were fast and hard, guided by the deep groans of pleasure she let out. He chuckled in satisfaction, leaning down to pepper kisses on the nape of her neck and shoulders. And while it felt good, so fucking good, her pussy was clamping around him so hard in this position, he was a man on a mission. He wouldn’t rest until she came. And based on the sounds she was making, wild and guttural, it wouldn’t be too long.

“Feel that? Feel me fucking into you? Feels so good doesn’t it?”

“Fuck!” Was all she could say, the word coming out strangled and needy, and holy shit if he thought he was addicted before it was nothing compared to this. 

“I’m going to come inside you again, shit, gonna fill you with so much of my cum. And you’re going to take it, aren’t you? Gonna take every drop I give you. Gonna come around my cock and force every drop out.” He groaned as he felt her cunt tighten around him, her body trembling underneath him as she buried her head in the pillows. Shit, it was so hot, seeing her come undone like this. 

Somehow, he managed to fuck her faster, and the sounds she made was straight up animalistic. There was no mistaking it when she came. He cursed as she clamped around him harder than ever before, pussy pulsing with the pleasure, her voice singing out her groans of release. And shit, there was no resisting that. He came again, vision going blurry as he cocked pulsed with her. 

Their bodies went limp together, both panting messes. He settled his wings around them, too lazy to get a blanket when he could stay right here, buried inside her hot pussy as they fell asleep together. It wasn’t like she was complaining, letting out a content sigh. 

“Thank you.” she murmured before she was out like a light. 

He felt triumphant and satisfied, lazily kissing the nape of her neck and behind her ears before he followed suit. 

He finally got her, and it was the best fuck he had in a long time.

[leafsbabe]

Joe Burrow - BURROW on your back (smut)

after your first Bengals game your husband gets just a little bit possessive 4.7k

“Are you excited?” 

Your husband's voice pulled you out of your thoughts, making you jump slightly. You loved Joe with all your heart but he really needed to stop sneaking up on you. He stepped closer, bringing an arm about your middle and hooking his chin over your shoulder so he could look at the two of you together in the big mirror you were standing in front of, anxiously picking at your outfit. 

“Yeah.” Hoping a smile would distract him from your obvious lie you flashed him a quick one in the mirror. Judging by his expression that didn’t work though.

Joe turned his head slightly, pressing a light kiss to the side of your neck just below your ear.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, voice low.

“Nothing.” You answered back, turning around in his arms so you were looking up at him.

You had never been a fan of big crowds and strangers. Ever since you were a little kid you tried to avoid large groups of people, preferring to just stay home or go out in smaller groups with a few close friends. Joe had never faulted you for it and understood that you couldn’t cheer for him from the stands like some of his teammates' significant others did. He was just as happy for you to curl up in front of the tv at home and watch as he won games for you. You eventually went to a few games back in college although it was a rare occurrence. 

Now Joe was already in the second season of his pro career and you had yet to watch a Bengals game in the stadium. You tried to work up the confidence to go out, meet the team and their families, and enjoy watching your husband play the game he loved but so far you always backed out. It was just too much.

“Are you not feeling well?” He gave you a concerned look before raising a hand to gently cup your face. His thumb softly stroked your cheek and you couldn’t help but lean into it. “You don’t have to come, honey. I know it stresses you out. If you want you can stay here and watch from home, or don’t watch at all and just take a nice long bath.”

“No, no, I said I would come.” 

“Okay if you’re sure. You look cute.” 

Looking down at your large Burrow jersey you couldn’t help but agree. You had stolen it from Joe’s part of the closet but it definitely looked better on you. Most of his clothes did.

“Had to make sure I rep my favorite team. And this one coincidentally had my name across the back so why not.” You turned around in his arms again so that your back was to his front, making it really easy for him to see the big BURROW on your back. 

You felt Joe trace the letters, running his finger over the fabric and you couldn’t help but smile at the gentle gesture. 

“It looks great on you.” He complimented you again before he turned serious. “Are you really sure you want to come?” 

Instead of talking you just nodded, hoping that the nonverbal gesture did more to convince Joe than words could. It’s just one little game, not the first of the season, not against a big rival, nothing that should draw in unusually large crowds. You could do this.

“If you want we can leave now, get there before the crowds.” Your husband suggested. “I can walk you up to the box and everything. It’s gonna be a while before the game starts but then you won’t have to deal with so many people.”

Leaving now before you could change your mind sounded like a good idea, once you were there you would just have to deal with it, so you quickly agreed and soon found yourself in the passenger seat of his car as you made your way towards the stadium. 

You could feel yourself getting more nervous but Joe seemed to notice too and put his hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze in an attempt to calm you down. It helped a little bit and you couldn’t help but feel grateful for having a caring husband that could pick up on your discomfort. The radio was softly playing as Joe drove the two of you to the stadium.

Your anxiety didn’t lessen as he parked and exited the car, walking around to open your door for you and help you out. Neither did it when he walked you through the stadium, pointing out a few corners he deemed interesting, holding your hand in his and stroking his thumb across the back of your hand in an attempt to soothe you. It wasn’t long before the two of you reached the suite reserved for the families of players. It was still empty and Joe let go of your hand to motion for you to look around. 

“The others should come in a bit. I tried to ask the guys if their families would come and a lot of the wives and girlfriends can’t come today so you’re not going to meet everybody. Although maybe that’ll make today easier.”

It would make things easier.

You felt so thankful that Joe didn’t push you that far outside your comfort zone, always trying to keep your feelings in mind. He led you to a seat that was at the side of the suite, close to a wall, a little hidden in the big room. When you sat down it was comfortable and you really thought that you could handle this game. 

“Can you see well?” He asked, before immediately blocking your view with his strong body. 

“I see everything I want to see.” You tease back, laughing as he smiled down at you.

Joe looked around the room for a second and you already knew what was coming. You weren’t the biggest fan of PDA but occasionally you could be enticed when nobody was around. It was easy to close your eyes in anticipation of a quick kiss. His lips only stayed on yours for a second, a touch so light it would have made you question if you dreamed it up had you not known it was about to happen.

“See you after the game?” 

You nodded a slight smile on your lips. You didn’t even have to force yourself this time. It’s only going to be a few hours. 

Watching Joe walk out of the door didn’t make you feel anxious for once. You got this. 

*

As much as it pained you to admit it, watching the game from the stadium was fun. The suite was mostly empty with the exception of a handful other partners and an adorable little toddler with bright orange bows in her hair. It didn’t feel overwhelming to sit together and talk while watching the game. Nobody asked too many questions and the small talk didn’t veer into awkward territory. You even let yourself get roped into being in a group picture, smiling at the camera alongside the other women.

Although the game only lasted a few hours it felt like eternity. Even though you had fun your social battery was running out and you could feel it. After the game was over it didn’t take long for the others to gather their things to get ready to leave. You stayed in your seat while you watched them get up and walk towards the door. 

“Do you want to head down with us?” One of them asked, a smile on her lips. 

“I think I’m gonna wait up here a little longer.” You answered, unsure if you should tell her the whole story even though you had just met her a few hours ago. “I’m not so good with crowds and Joe said he would come get me after the game so I don’t want to worry him by wandering off.” You settled on a half truth.

“Oh okay. Well it was really nice to meet you. Maybe we’ll see you at another game this season?” 

“Yeah.” You smiled back, watching as the last of the others left, leaving you alone in the suite once again. 

Joe didn’t leave you waiting for long. You knew it would take a while for him to get changed after the game but he was walking into the family suite surprisingly soon.

The sound of the door opening loudly made you jump in your seat slightly but you calmed down once you saw that it was just your husband. The look on his face wasn’t as cheerful as you had suspected it would be after a game but you didn’t mind. He still looked as handsome as ever. 

“The game was amazing.” You couldn’t help but blurt out, a little positively overwhelmed from everything. Wrapping your arms around his neck you hugged him close. “You played so well, I’m so proud of you. Thank you for convincing me to come.”

“I’m glad you had fun, baby.” He said with his arms around you. It sounded a little quiet but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions yet. If something was bothering Joe he would tell you. “Are you ready to head out? I know a way down to the parking lot that barely anybody uses so we’d be on our own.”

“Yes please.” You just smiled back. You weren’t lying when you told Joe you had a good time at the game but you were more than ready to head home. It’s only been a few hours but you longed for the familiarity of your home. 

*

The drive back to your house was mostly silent with the exemption of the car radio which played some kind of top 40s station. You were just wondering whether you should just ask Joe about what was obviously bothering him which he still hadn’t brought up when he spoke up on his own. 

“I’m sorry that I'm in a mood.” He said, not taking his eyes off the road. 

Reaching over you put one of your hands on his muscular thigh, giving it a little squeeze, offering him silent support to keep talking.

“You took a picture with the other wives, right?” Joe asked.

“Yeah. They were really nice and said I don't have to if I don't want to and that they don’t want to pressure me but I thought it would be nice to have some pictures of my first game.”

“You looked amazing. And I know you looked amazing because one of the girls posted the picture and I had to listen to the guys tease me for half an hour. Talking about my ‘smoking hot girl’ and that it’s ‘no wonder I don’t let you out of the house because I’m scared you’re going to find somebody better’ and I hated every second of it. I don’t like them talking about you that way.” His voice was quiet and tense as he spoke.

You could see how tense he was, muscles flexing and his knuckles turning white from the way he was gripping the steering wheel. “Did they say anything bad?” It came out a little pitiful but you couldn’t help it. For the entire day you had been so worried about what the other family members would think that it hadn’t even occurred to you to worry about his teammates. What if they thought badly of you? 

“No!” Joe answered immediately. “They were just… they were talking about how hot you are and I didn’t like that.”

His face looked completely red and you knew from experience just how deep that blush went. It was cute to see him all worked up about this. 

“Awww. Are you jealous Joe?” 

“No!” He responded way too quickly before relenting, “Yes…You’re my wife and they shouldn’t say shit about how hot you are. That’s my job.”

“I love it when you’re so protective.” You told him, giving his thigh another squeeze. 

The two of you stayed silent the rest of the short car ride, both lost in your own thoughts. The game was amazing and even though the stress of it all made you feel a little exhausted you wanted to show him just how much you appreciate him for making you go. For pushing you out of your comfort zone just a little while always being there as a shoulder to lean on if things got rough and having your back when you choose a tactical retreat.

By the time the car pulled into the driveway you had come up with an idea on how to cheer Joe up. It would be a lie to say that seeing him all possessive didn’t turn you on so why not roll with that. 

Joe got out first and -always the gentleman- jogged around the car to open your door for you and help you out. He was still a little tense but you could fix that in no time.

“You should take another shower.” You suggested as soon as the door to your house fell shut.

Your husband just gave you a questioning look before giving his shirt a quick sniff. “Do I smell that bad? I already took a shower at the stadium.” 

“Yeah but the showers at the stadium don’t have the expensive shampoo you like to use or super hot naked wives to wash your hair for you, don’t they?” 

It took a few seconds for the words to register before Joe quickly followed you. You managed to get a handful of feet headstart towards the master bathroom but Joe quickly caught up to you with his long legs. One second he was right behind you and the next he had picked you up and unceremoniously thrown you over his shoulder, carrying you towards the shower. You trusted your husband to not drop you but that didn’t mean you couldn’t retaliate when he gave your ass a quick slap on the way. 

Once you reached the bathroom Joe carefully sat you down next to the shower before taking a step back and looking at you. You both just looked at each other for a second, neither of you moving. 

“Aren’t you gonna get undressed?” He asked with a smile on his face.

“Aren’t you?” You asked right back.

He just smirked before giving you a quick glance up and down. “I just won a game for you baby. Don’t you think I deserve a reward?”

That sly man just wanted to get a show but sadly for him there was nothing even remotely erotic about trying to get rid of the outfit you were wearing. Maybe if he had given you time to put on something cute or let you plan everything a bit longer there could be a chance of you trying to undress for him in a sexy way but definitely not tonight. You pulled his jersey over your head before throwing it at Joe, laughing as it landed directly on his face. The few seconds that got you were enough to pull down your pants and underwear before you turned around and made your way towards the shower, letting Joe get a glance at you removing your bra and nothing more. He didn’t do anything but stare for a moment, not that you minded your hot husband checking you out.

It just gave you time to turn on the water and get it to a nice temperature while he followed your lead and undressed. The shower door didn’t make a sound when he stepped through but you could feel his presence behind you before his arms wound around your middle from behind and a kiss was dropped on your shoulder. Not for the first time were you grateful for the giant shower in the master bathroom. 

At least you were until Joe turned you around in his arms and walked you back a step until your back connected with the cold tile wall. You let out a little yelp at the contact, immediately fleeing back into the warmth of Joe. 

“The tiles are cold.” You mumbled against his skin before feeling his laugh. It was a hearty one that shook his entire chest and even though what you said wasn’t even particularly funny you were glad he seemed to relax. 

It took a bit before you managed to peel yourself away from Joe to look at the products lined up in their spot, searching for the shower gel. 

“Want me to get your back?” Joe asked from behind you. Looking back over your shoulder you saw him watching you with an unmistakable look in his eyes but you weren’t in the shower for that… that would come later.

“Only if you’re nice.” You tease him. “We’re here to wash the day off of us. Not to get off.” 

The way he pouted in response made you laugh again but you didn’t budge. 

It was nice to just enjoy the time with Joe and not think too hard about anything outside the walls of your bathroom. After your playful scolding Joe decided to play nice. It felt good to just focus on his soft skin under your hands or the way his fingers felt as they ran across your skin. There was nothing but mellow intimacy and you loved it.

*

“You were right.” Joe told you later after you had toweled off and made your way to the bedroom. He let himself fall onto your bed and shuffled around a little until he was comfortably laying back, gloriously naked against the soft sheets. “That shower was a great idea.”

“Told you so.” His eyes were closed but he opened them when he felt the bed dip due to the weight of your body. You hadn’t bothered to get dressed after the shower either and you could feel his eyes on you as you slowly made your way to him until you were straddling his thighs, looking down at him.

His hands found your thighs and gave them a little squeeze before inching them a tiny bit higher and repeating the motion. “It would have been better if we had taken a bath though.” Joe smiled up at you. 

“Why?”

His hands reached your hips and stayed there, big and warm at your sides. “Because we could have both relaxed.” He said, squeezing again. “Lit a few candles…” Another squeeze. “You would have gotten in first, of course, so I could lean back against you as a reward for the win today.” 

“Of course.” You agreed, growing restless. Growing needy.

“I’d lean back against you and we could just enjoy being close. Obviously I'd have to pretend I couldn't feel your nipples get hard against my back but we wouldn’t want our relaxing tub time to turn into something else now wouldn’t we?”

“Can’t have that.” You agreed.

“Kind of like I'm pretending to not notice them getting hard right now. Although it would probably be easier to hide how wet you are in the tub don’t you think?”

Even though you barely registered his words at this point you couldn’t stop a whimper from escaping. 

“You think I didn't notice, baby?” Joe teased, squeezing your hip again just to remind you that he still had his hands on them. “Didn’t think I'd notice you basically grinding on my thighs for the past five minutes?”

Had you? Was there even a way you had been subconsciously riding your husbands thick thighs without even noticing? His hands were still on your sides and only now you realized they weren’t just resting there, they were guiding you, helping you move. 

“Oh.” 

“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll get there soon.” 

Joe moved you around the bed until he was sitting up with you in his lap again but this time he didn’t give you the satisfaction of being able to rock against him, his grip keeping you hovering above him, pleasure just out of reach. 

His mouth found your skin, lips connecting with the soft hollow of your throat and slowly working their way down to the top of your chest. “So pretty.” He mumbled, pressing little kisses around your collarbone before biting down on the soft flesh below it.

You’d definitely end up properly marked up by the end of the night and you couldn’t wait. Joe was always careful where he placed marks but he also liked to go over the top and make sure you knew just who you belonged to. 

“Just for you.” You mumbled as his lips found one of your nipples and drew in it. Running his tongue against it before giving it a teasing little bite. Not enough to hurt but enough to leave you wanting more. “Joe please.” 

Your husband just laughed and focused on your other breast. “Patience baby.” 

The feeling of his soft lips on your breasts and his rough hands on your waist made you dizzy and you desperately needed him to let go of you so that you could go back to riding his thigh, chasing the pleasure he was denying you on your own. 

Another gasp left your lips causing Joe to pull away. You needed more not less but your following whine finally made him relent, guiding your hips in a slow grind. It wasn’t enough to satisfy you in the way you needed it but at the moment it felt like the greatest pleasure you had ever felt.

“Please. Joe, please.” You moaned, hands coming up to run through his hair. Grabbing at his head, his neck, his shoulders. Anything to keep him close.

Even though you had anticipated the feeling of his tip at your entrance it still took you by surprise. His hands stayed anchored to your hips and moved you around, positioning you so that he could pull you down on his dick slowly. He waited until you were fully connected, filling you up as far as he could, before he moved his hands again, running them up and down your sides just enough to make you gasp. 

He didn’t try to move you again, instead letting you sit full of him. 

“Go on, baby.” Joe said, pressing another few kisses against your neck. “Take what you need from me.”

Pulling his hair just a little bit was enough for him to lift his head so that you could look at him. He was so beautiful under you. With his messy hair and his pupils so dilated you felt like you could look directly into his soul. Bringing your lips to his just felt right. 

Kissing Joe was something you would never grow tired of. Be it just a quick peck or a nice long makeout session, his lips belonged on yours. You could have gotten lost in the way you moved together had it not been for him shifting under you, reminding you of the fact that he was nestled deep within you and of your original goal. 

You started to move, rising up before letting yourself fall down. Again and again you moved, riding your husband while his mouth reattached itself to the skin of your neck. You could feel his kisses on your pulse and moved a little faster, really chasing your pleasure. Taking what you needed. Just like he had told you to.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to fall into a rhythm, moving against each other. His hands found your waist again, helping move you on his dick. He didn’t fuck up into you yet but you hoped he would if you could just provoke him enough.

Tightening around him didn’t make him speed up but it made Joe bite down on your neck in a way you were certain would result in a love bite you could admire for a while. 

You did it again and basked in his response. Having him swearing below you only spurred you on more. Moving faster. Moving harder. Letting out all the moans and whimpers and gasps you tried to suppress.

“Fuck.” Joe kissed you again, holding you closer and closer.

Pulling away from his lips just enough to whisper before connecting them again. “I’m close.”

“Don’t cum.” His voice was stern as he spoke. “Don’t cum until I tell you.”

You were so lost in pleasure that you barely followed his words, so close to falling over the edge yet trying your hardest to not come apart under him. So focused on the way he felt inside you that you didn’t realise that he had turned the two of you around on the bed and you found yourself with your back against the sheets with Joe fucking you into the mattress.

The way he was filling you over and over drove you wild. You wanted to claw at his back, anything to get him closer, but instead you gripped your duvet hard enough for your knuckles to hurt. All you wanted to feel was Joe. All you needed was him.

He must have felt that you were close to your breaking point when he spoke again. “Don’t cum, baby. You’re not allowed to cum until I fill you up.”

His words just made you moan harder. God, you wanted to be filled so badly. Why was he torturing you like this, drawing everything out.

“I’m gonna fill you first, honey. Go as deep as I can and then fuck you full. Full enough that you’ll feel me all day tomorrow. Maybe I’ll fuck you until you’re round with my child, make sure everybody knows who you belong with.” 

“Do it.” Your words were both surprising and not, you never directly discussed the topic before but at the same time you would have said anything if it provided you the ability to finally come. “Please, Joe. Fuck. Do it, do it, just please let me come.”

You could feel him coming deep inside you, still fucking you at the same rough pace as before, not stopping even as he reached his own height.

“Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me.” 

It only took a few more thrust for you to completely come apart under him. He fucked you through your orgasm too, his large body anchoring your shaking one to the bed while you calmed down. 

He must have stopped moving at one point without you realizing because the next thing you knew Joe started to pull out of you before falling onto the bed. Face buried into a pillow, half next to you and half on top of you. His arm snuck around your waist and pulled you even closer. 

“Sorry… Sorry about that. I got a little carried away.”  

You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down enough to talk, while he stroked his hand over your skin. “It’s okay. I liked it.”

Turning your head so you could look at him you saw Joe already looking back at you. His usually so content face looking downcast as you laid there coming down from your heights.

“Still…” He trailed off.

Taking the arm that was wrapped around your middle you pulled him closer until you were nearly on top of each other again. “You’re hot when you get possessive.” You tell him, watching as a slight smile slowly makes its way onto his face. “And if you want we can definitely talk about the- the other thing later. Okay?”

“Yeah.” 

The smile you loved so much was back on his face and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning over a little and giving him a soft kiss. “Great. Now come one, we’ll need another shower before bed and I don’t think I can walk to the bathroom on my own.” 

Joe just groaned and turned so his face was burrowed into his pillow again. “Five more minutes?”

Jealous Joe might be insanely hot but sleepy cuddly Joe would always be your favorite.

[bitchinbarzal]

I love you, come back | nico hischier

summary; part two of i love you, say it back which you can read here

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Nico went back to Switzerland for the off season.

He called you the night before he left, leaving a voicemail.

hi, um I leave tomorrow for home - Switzerland I mean! I really want to see you, to talk to you at the very least so please…. I love you, come back.

You never called him back.

His time in Switzerland passed painfully slow and you were in Jersey, loving your life.

Once the season started and you knew the devils were back in town you avoided all sports you thought possible to run into Nico.

You didn’t even watch the game. You don’t watch them any longer.

You were out a bar in Hoboken and the game was on the tv’s. You’d glance every so often at the score and when a group would cheer you’d see the aftermath of a devils goal.

At the second period break the analysis came on the tv, the devils were down a few goals and you could see the toll it was taking on Nico.

You and your friend read the captions of the tv

“and Nico Hischier has had the worst start in his career this season so far!”

“That’s not fair” you mumbled.

“Rumour has it Hischier and his girlfriend split up just before the end of last season and that is what has been impacting his game”

“Well, whoever she is and wherever she is come back for the sake of the devils. I’m sure he’s sorry and he loves y’a!” They joke before continuing on with the broadcast.

You then turn to your friend with a deflated look and she says “Oh sweetheart…”

The next day you get a notification from twitter

@amandacstein: Captain, Nico Hischier is not happy with last nights second period broadcast! In interviews this morning he said “My personal life is not the business of the broadcasting team and I don’t appreciate my ex girlfriend being brought into the blame for our teams failures” and when later pressed as to why he felt the need to say these things this morning he said “Because I love her and I will always do my best to protect her from anything. She’s not to blame for our mistakes”

Your phone trembled in your hand. You re read the tweet over and over again before clicking on the links attached to the tweet, taking you to a video of these interviews.

He said it. You heard it.

You pause for a moment before you click through on your phone to purchase tickets to tonight’s game.

You had to hear it from him.

Walking around prudential was basically second nature to you at this point as you weaved your way through the crowds to your seat.

The jersey clung to your body as if you’d never taken it off, the number thirteen sat proudly on your back.

They won. They finally won.

In the stands you were cheering, screaming for them and their glory.

On the ice Nico wanted to cry, they’d finally won.

You thought you’d be able to make it down to the tunnel without being accosted but you thought wrong.

“You didn’t think you could walk in here and us not notice, right?” Darya’s voice asks through the corridor.

You pause, turning to look at her “I was hoping”

She pours at you for a moment before she takes off rushing towards you, both hugging one another “we’ve missed you so much”

“I miss you guys too” you mumbled into her shoulder.

“He’s not the same y/n”

“Dash-“

“He messed up I know but he does care about you”

You don’t reply.

“C’mon” she replies, taking your hand and leading you the way you were originally going.

Once you were downstairs the rest of the girls fawned over you for a moment until they heard the boys coming out.

Nico was last, shouting words of celebration to his team in front of him.

Your heart sped up hearing him.

When the sea of Hockey players had dispersed infront of him he was left with a crystal clear view of you.

He paused, almost tripping over whatever was in front of him.

You give him a soft smile but he’s still stood staring at you as if you’re about to disappear.

“Say it, Ni” you mumble.

He stutters before he says “I love you”

“Say it again” you whisper, both of you inching closer to one another.

“I love you” he’s stern in his words, you’re now right infront of him and he’s looking down at you before he says “Say it back”

“I love you, nico”

His shoulders drop, almost in relief and he’s let out all the tension. His stick drops to the floor I along with his gloves and his hands grab your cheeks and kisses you.

After you pull away, both breathless he smiles “You were here? All night?”

“Yeah I watched the game”

“Maybe the broadcast was right” he jokes and you shake your head “not funny”

“I’m sorry it took loosing you—“

“I don’t care, you said it back”

“I really do love you”

[acesofspadess]

Rewind

I definitely published this a bit out of order but bare with me

“Hello Team Niall.” Niall introduced as they all waved and greeted him back. “Well, I've got a bit of news for you. Because of my concert schedule, I actually won't be in town for knockout rehearsals.” Everyone was shocked… and rightfully so. “Because I won't be there, I've chosen another coach to come in and mentor you guys for rehearsal.” Everyone started to freak out wondering who on earth it might be. 

“And they have been in your place before so I think they’ve got exactly what you need.”

The scene changed to the all too familiar practice room with an empty directors chairs. The sounds of steps progressively got louder until the special person appeared. 

“I'M BACK!” 

But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let's rewind a bit.

~~~~~~

A day or two after The Voice Finale

“Hi I’m Maia Quinn, and I'm the Season 23 winner of The Voice, and we're hanging out with Rob on Front Row Live.”

“Go with me.” Niall moaned into your mouth as you straddled him. “Where?” you question kissing down his neck. “Boston. I know it's last minute and we’d leave in the morning-” you shut him up with a kiss and a roll of your hips, his hands tightening against your thighs. “Just wake me up an hour before we leave.”

Sitting at the desk of you and Niall’s shared hotel room the morning of May 26th  you had early interviews to get through before you were meant to go to the festival. You looked over the camera to see Niall already looking at you.

“Maia congratulations. What a night you had a few nights ago.” Rob praised and you smiled adjusting your airpod. “I am super excited for you and your career and your future. Especially because you're starting so young. You have enough time to kind of like, continue to evolve, and understand your voice; learn a lot more about yourself throughout this process. Talk to me about this process of your experience here on the voice and how you've evolved as a vocalist and a performer.” The interview was more than you could ever imagine. 

“Now your relationship with Niall this season has had fans going crazy. From the after performance hugs to the duet, and the after party, what can you tell us about that?”

You saw Nialls face peak over the laptop screen and stayed neutral. “Niall has been the most supportive and very encouraging. He has become one of my best friends through this whole journey. I lost a lot of my confidence during the pandemic unfortunately. It made me think that I would never be able to do things that I certainly could do and Niall- all these years later- has been there to remind me that I probably can do them, and then make me do it. So our friendship and relationship has been so important to me. He is my best friend across the charts and he’d hate me for saying this, but I wouldn't be here without him.” 

“Last question before we go. Is there anything we can look forward to seeing soon? Maybe another EP?”

You smiled glad you were able to share some information on what was coming next. “All I'll say now is, look for me on stage back home.” you winked dramatically knowing those who would get it would get it.”

“That's amazing, I'll definitely keep my eyes peeled. It was so great having you on. I hope to see you in person soon.”

“Bye!” 

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User10 i'm actually really happy she won

User2 wait…Slane is in Ireland…..

User6 I just learned she had an EP…. what?!?!?!?

Being at Boston Calling with him

“Boston, Massachusetts, how you doing?” he asked the crowd after he finished ‘Heaven’. The loud response made him smile excitedly. “Holy shit! This is crazy.” you face palmed knowing he was going to slip up sooner or later. “Thank you all so much for coming out to see me. I really appreciate it.” they cheered again as he sipped his water. You watched as he looked at the amount of people and a smile formed on your face.

 “This is uhm- this is actually my first ever Festival.” he let out a breath at the realisation. “I've definitely been drunk at a few.” you laughed at him with the rest of the crowd. “But I've never played at any and for that reason I'm absolutely shitting myself.” he said looking at you knowing you would calm him, and him seeing you laugh did just the trick. 

“But thank you for being here. I know some of you guys have been queuing for years.” he looked around at the signs “My girlfriend showed me this earlier ‘i travelled four thousand miles to be here from Brazil’ your eyes went wide at the declaration and the deafening screams were present. He subtly looked in your direction and saw your reaction, his worry diminished as he saw you smiling making him smile. “Makes you feel bad from coming just down the road doesn't it? ‘I came from round New York’.” he mocked, “awe who cares.” he laughed with them and you hid a big smile behind your hands. 

~~~~

You walked the same route you came flashing your pass when you reached the gate and made your way in to see Niall. When you saw him you squealed and ran over to him. He turned when he heard you and caught you in his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he spun you both around hands on the swell of your bum.

“I'm so proud of you!” you screamed and he laughed before he was kissing you passionately. It was quick as many more pecks through giggles followed. “I can not explain to you how happy i am.” he whispered in shock as you were sitting in the trailer behind the stage and he was getting changed. “You should be so happy, my love. That was incredible, and I am so so proud of you.” he smiled at you before grabbing your hand and kissing the ring on it. “You make me so happy, baby girl.” you melted at his words and stood up to kiss him softly. “And you make me the happiest girl, Ni.”

You surprising Niall at his Zane Lowe interview and him outing you 

You knew Niall was disappointed when you told him you wouldn't be able to make it to his Zane Lowe interview today. He was really excited for this one and wanted you to be there. It was only a few days later that you flew from Boston down to LA for the interview. You were working on last minute stuff for the announcement today and you were nowhere close to done when he was getting ready to leave.

“I'm sorry love.” you kissed his pout away as you both stood by the door of his  LA house. “I know, it’s okay. I know why you can’t make it, and for that I am so very proud.” he melted his lips against yours as your hands went to the curls on the back of his neck and he wrapped his went straight to your bum.

~~~

Niall was watching Zane play his songs and the guitar with a big smile a few hours after he left. “There are some pretty songs on this record bro.” Zane complimented as he switched playing from ‘The Show’ to ‘You could start a cult’. You who had just made it into the studio to surprise Niall were standing behind the glass watching him, waiting for him to notice. 

“Thank you very much.'' He cut through Zanes music. “This one kills me.” Zane admitted as Niall caught on to what he was playing. “Yeah.” he cheered Zane on softly, finally noticing you. You saw his smile widened and you waved softly. “You Could Start A Cult.” he named distractedly, still looking at you as if he looked away you would disappear. 

~~~

“Kingdoms fighting over you,” Niall continued. “I think that like they’re the ones- that could have very easily been, ‘ i like waking up beside you and you're my favourite person.” he joked easily. “But ‘you could start a war’.” you shook your head at his lyrical genius. “Do you ever crack yourself up with it?”

‘Yeah it was something silly at first but now everyone's obsessed with it. It started with me and my girlfriend now, when we met we would watch crime shows together over facetime,” he exposed and you chuckled at his laugh.

‘You say girlfriend now, sorry if i'm over stepping but..” zane trailed off

“No,” he shrugged off looking at you, who nodded, “she was not my girlfriend at the time, she is now, is what that meant.”

“So did she not know the song was for her?”

“She didn't know any song was for her- or about her I should say. The road from when we met to now has been a very dark windy tunnel, but we made it to the other end.”

“That's beautiful Niall, truly.” You smiled at him agreeing with Zane.

“This was the last song on the record that we wrote.” Niall confessed, and you wondered why. “Why, what was missing?” and without hesitation he pointed to you, “her.” Zane looked to where he was pointing and you waved happily at him. He waved back to you just as happy before turning to Niall with a face of shock. “No?” he gasped and Niall laughed, throwing his head back. “Yeah, I know. Way out of my league.” he watched you shake your head with an eye roll and he couldn't stop the smile from gracing his face.

“I could’ve gone and did what I did with the rest of the record and put BV’s all over it and strings and that was my plan - and John just said to me- because we we were not talking at the time…” he pointed between you and him, “...this is your message to,” he paused, ‘“ her’ keep it that way. Just you and your guitar and your feelings.”

And while there's much much more… you’ll see that soon

[partyanimal167]

Dance with Me- Miguel x F!Reader

This total blurb got thrown together because I saw this beautiful art by @satoshiiarts (girl the way you drew him. the way i'd fold) and I needed to write something to calm this cat down so~

CW: fem reader, implied slight age gap, author knows some Spanish, hot fluff, afro Caribbean reader in mind

(A/N: before y'all get on my throat, I know bachata isn't Mexican, but New York irl is diverse so just follow me here and see the vision)

You somehow let your friend convince you to go out even though you worked the dinner shift. She made a good point saying that by the time you'd be off and arrived the clubs would be at it's peak vibes. You really just wanted to lay down and have a drink, but it had been awhile and even though you weren't going to a fete it would still be nice to let loose.

So you threw on that outfit that had been sitting in the back of your closet, grabbed your black mesh boots, took a shot for courage, and headed out.

There was a reggaeton-dancehall mash up when you and your friends arrived, and it immediately helped you relax. Your group found a spot to peek around--trying to decide on getting a drink or jumping on the floor. Drinks won, and first round was on you. Thankfully, the bar wasn't super crowded (no college kids), so it wasn't hard to get there. You two-stepped your way through, but accidentally bumped into someone who was reaching for their Modelo.

You gasped and placed your hand on the person's arm. "I'm so sorry! You didn't spill your drink, did you?" You absolutely hated when that happened--drunk people that needed to go home, but you were just a little clumsy tonight.

"Oh no need to worry."

Holy fuck. Holy fuck! Your brain short-circuited. You had to take a moment to breath, and prayed to God your eyes weren't bulging out of your head. The man was taller than you and gave you a soft smile despite the hard features. His cheeks were sharp. His eyes burned red. The gold of his earrings and necklace beamed when the club lights caught on it. The few gray hairs made your brain flash to dangerous places. The black dress shirt was filled, and you were so tempted to just steal a glance at whatever piece of chest you could get.

Say something! You giggled stupidly as your face was warming up, and you quickly turned to the bar hoping to have not looked like an idiot.

You shouted your order over the music to the bartender before patting your pants for your card. An arm reached passed you and placed a bill on the counter. "Here you go," the bartender took the money and went working on the drinks.

You tensed for a moment before turning and looking up at the man. Now he was grinning. "Uh, thank you so much." you smiled.

The man shrugged. "Here's your change, Miguel."

"No lo necesito." the man replied. You weren't sure what to say so you gave him your name. "Miguel, nice to meet you. Hanging out with your friends?"

Drinks starting getting placed in front of you. You nodded as you glanced at your friends who seemed to start feeling the music. "Yeah it's girls night."

The man raised his beer and winked. "Well have fun tonight, then chiquita." and he walked away.

Why is he leaving! You squeaked internally before grabbing the drinks ready to point out the man to your friends and get the night going.

...

You were feeling loose and happy. The night had taken a turn and the bachata mixes were starting up. Your friends were quick to partner up and get to stepping and swaying. You all moved throughout the floor, twirling before finding yourselves with a new partner and rhythm. It had taken you awhile to get to the point where you'd be okay dancing in public, but it had been in your blood and soon you embraced it. Most people kept it fun and light-hearted which was always nice.

You had found yourself alone for a moment and just as you were about to dance your way back to your seat, you felt a confident pull of your hips which had you leaning against someone's chest and a hand holding yours. They took the lead easily, and you took in how smoothly they stepped before spinning you and pulling your in close.

It took everything in you not to fumble your steps, but maybe the man noticed your bit of surprise and chuckle. "Is it okay if we dance?"

"Yes," you squeaked out.

Miguel grinned as he continued to move you around the floor. "Sorry, if I came across too forward. You just looked so good dancing. I wanted a turn." God, this man needed to stop talking. You were going to freeze up any moment if he kept going on with that voice of his. "I hope I'm a good enough partner for you bebita."

You laughed nervously and shook your head. "Oh more than adequate. I'm sure everyone wishes to switch places with me."

"Hmm, maybe the other way around. We probably look good out here."

"You certainly do." you replied with out thinking. "Oh wait, I-,"

"You flatter me." was all he said though you could tell he didn't necessarily disagree.

Soon enough, you got over your bit of nerves and continued dancing with the man. Though you would normally only dance with someone for a song or two, it quickly became three or four with Miguel. He was probably dancing just as long as you, and you were starting to get a little winded though you wouldn't let him escape again.

"Ah me olvidé, it's girl's night. Let me get you back to your friends, hermosa." the man paused by the wall and let go of your hands.

Not yet! You waved your hands. "I'm sure they're fine...unless you have someone you need to get back to then no worries!" you tripped over your words.

Miguel huffed a laugh and scratched the back of his head. "Eh not really. I came with my brother, but who knows where he is?" you both turned hearing your name called, and you saw your friends waving and whistling you on. Your face flared up. I'm going to kill them! The man could probably tell what was going on and smiled. "Hehe, go have fun tonight bebita and get home safe." he handed you a card before bringing the back of your hand to his lips and placing a kiss. "We'll dance again some other time."

Watching him walk away was only a little painful considering the view, but you silently cheered before going back to your girls to gush over the last hour.

You guessed it did pay to leave the house every now and then.

I actually wanna go dancing now that's crazy! But there's no Miguel for me to run into 😭😭😭😭

Thanks for reading!

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[theemporium]

thinking about charlandax again and how maybe lando wins his first gp by a fluke. no one expects it, reader isn't even there. it's one of the ones she couldn't make, one of the ones that no one thought would be of any significance. and then all of a sudden it is.

and lando is trying to be happy, he really is. max and charles have taken him out, the club is spinning, too bright, it's just verging on the edge of being overstimulating. and he's homesick, he so badly wishes that reader was here with them. he so badly wishes that she was there to hug him tight and pepper kisses to his face and tell him i knew you could do it, i knew you would do it. max and charles kissing him a sweet congrats when he gets out of his car, in the middle of interviews, sates him but still. his life is good but it could get better

and he also knows what the people online are saying. he know that people out there think it wasn't deserved, that it wasn't a race that he won but a race that was handed to him by a lucky break. how there are people out there who would tear his heart out of his chest and crush it to mud without a hesitation all because of the way he drives a car, all because of who he loves.

and the clubs is still spinning when max sticks his phone in front of lando's face, the lights so bright it only serves to disorient him more. but he sees reader on the other end of the call and he's clinging on like a lifeline. and the connection is shitty and max and charles are crowding him so they can all say hi to her but now he's not too sure if the thumping he's feeling is the beat of the music or the way his heart always seems to race with fondness when he sees her.

and raising his voice to match the volume of the music he tells her i miss you so much, i wish you were here and she tells him no you don't, you wish you were here panning the phone to the empty space of bed beside her showing the messy sheets, the glasses max left on the nightstand, and the little plush charles gave her to hold when they're away. and as much as he wants to deny it, she's right, she always is.

and just for a moment he let's himself think about what it would be like to give this all up, to not have to leave home for weeks at a time, to not have to worry about fans or the hate he gets or his diet. he let's himself wonder just for a moment, because he know that this isn't a dream he gets to have right now, but one he cam promise himself for the future.

-🌠

PLEASE!!!!

I think lando is just one of my favs to just get in his head, ya know? especially in circumstances like this, you just know the way his head would be spinning because there’s a part of him that feels like he doesn’t deserve the win either

and he’s trying to push that down, to enjoy the feeling, to celebrate with charles and max who seem like they are over the moon to celebrate but he just can’t push away the twisting feeling in his gut

and he craves you because he knows you’d understand him. he knows you would understand exactly what his headspace was at that moment. he just craves you

and he feels guilty when he eventually waves charles and max off, muttering something about being too tired to celebrate anymore and just wanting to sleep but he honestly just wants them to sleep so he can think in peace

and he almost feels bad when he stumbles into the bathroom at four in the morning, calling your phone but he just needs to hear your voice. he needs to hear you say that he deserved the win because you know exactly where his head is at and he just needs that reassurance from someone who understands🥹

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You Burn With Us ONE

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“Up and at em.” Birdie shouts, throwing open the blinds of her father’s home in the victory village. She could already tell that he was wasted and going to make her day as difficult as possible. “If you’re not up by the time Effie comes around, she’ll have your head.” 

The 74th Annual Hunger Games are around the corner and today is the day of the Reaping. 2 tributes, a boy and a girl, between the ages of 12 and 25 will be selected at random to represent District 12 against two tributes from each of the 11 other districts. 

Birdie Abernathy was victor of the 72nd Hunger Games, 22 years after he father Haymitch won the 50th Hunger Games at 21. Birdie walks across the courtyard to her home, she can see her best friend helping his brothers get ready through the window.

Jake Seresin won last year's games, and fortunately for his family they’ve been better off ever since except for the anxiety of his younger brother getting reaped. The pattern and rumors had proven it time and time again. Families of victors always got chosen. Birdie was living proof but some victors in other districts weren’t as lucky to see their kids afterwards and Jake constantly worries about his siblings. Fortunately, with his victory, his brothers never have to take out tesserae to feed their family so they are only in a handful of times, unlike Jake who had nearly hundred collected by the time he was reaped. 

Jake catches a glimpse of Birdie and flashes his usual grin. Birdie smiles back before heading inside her home to prepare for the reaping and before long the horn is signaling everyone to head for the justice building.

“Hey Songbird.” Jake greets as Birdie falls in step with him. 

“Hey freakshow.” Birdie smiles, bumping him just as they cross the gates of the Victor’s Village. 

“Ouch, still hurts Birdie.” Jake laughs in return. “Your dad already headed off before us?”

“Do you really think he was sober enough to do that?”

“Effie will have his head.” Jake shrugs as his brothers run back past the two playing tag.

“Effie’s gonna have all our heads if we're late.” 

“Bennet! Jordan! Let's go!” Jake calls as they start running back. 

“Welcome! Welcome, welcome.” Effie speaks into the microphone front and center on the stage of the Justice Building. “Happy Hunger Games. And, may the odds be ever in your favor. Now, before we begin. We have a very special film. Brought to you all the way from the Capitol!” The footage rolls and you completely block it out. 13 years of listening to the video talking about how beneficial the Hunger Games is, you basically have it memorized. You only begin paying attention again when Effie speaks up.

“I just love that.” Effie sighs as it ends. “Now, the time has come for us to select one courageous young man and woman for the honor of representing District 12 in the 74th Annual Hunger games. As usual, ladies first.” Effie walks over to the giant fishbowl and pulls a random paper. She takes a deep breath and says “Primrose Everdeen.” The crowd turns to look at the young blonde girl who has only the look of fear on her face. Birdie and Jake recognise the girl as one of Bennet’s friends. Birdie sighs when she realizes that she’s only 12.

“Where are you, dear?” Effie calls. “Come on up.” Just as Primrose starts walking, someone calls her name.

“Prim! Prim!” Prim’s older sister Katniss, Birdie recognizes her from the trips to the schools she made after her games, runs forward only to be stopped by peacekeepers. “No! I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute.” Katniss screams, pushing past them.

“Looks like we have a volunteer!” Effie smiles. Everyone watches as Katniss speaks to her sister before pushing her behind her and walking on stage. “A dramatic turn of events here in district 12. Yes, well, District 12’s very first volunteer. What’s your name?”

“Katniss Everdeen.”

“Well, I bet my hat that was your sister, wasn’t it?” Katniss agrees. “Let's have a hand for our very first volunteer, Katniss Everdeen.” The district salutes her with a three finger salute until Effie continues. “And now, for the boys.”  Effie pulls a name from the bottom of the bowl. “Peeta Mellark.”

Birdie watches the crowd of boys part to show the baker’s son. Birdie had actually grown close with the boy ever since she donated some of her rations to keep their bakery open last year. So she knew the boy well.

“Here we are. Our Tributes from District 12.” Effie smiles as Peeta joins everyone on stage. “Well, come on you two. Shake hands.” Peeta and Katniss shake as Effie continues speaking. “Happy Hunger Games and be the odds be ever in your favor.”

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Aren't We All Sinners? - Vol. II: People Write Songs About Girls Like You

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader Word Count: 10.4k Summary: It's a night full of firsts, and new feelings for Eddie start to surface when you go to see Corroded Coffin perform. After some less than stellar news from your mom, Eddie cheers you up with a late night call and your very first orgasm. Warnings: 18+ ONLY Heavy sexual themes + Explicit smut. Chapter specific: Alcohol consumption, drug use mention, Making out, reader insecurity, more in depth discussion of faith/loss of faith, more of Eddie being a Thigh Guy (TM), Phone sex, Guided Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Eddie's disgusting overuse of pet names (Specifically: sweetheart, angel, and baby).

[Series Masterlist] [Mixtape Playlist] <- This playlist, aesthetically, is NOT Eddie-centric. Ignore that. I was going more based on themes than the actual music genre.

You aren’t entirely sure how you got here. 

Lying has never really been your strong suit, obviously, but with a thinly veiled half truth about going to visit with your college roommate, Veronica, at her family home in Muncie and a promise to call as soon as you arrived, you were set free for the night. It cost extra volunteer hours at church, a promise to start coming to choir practice again, and what feels like your sanity, but you’re on your way to Muncie. 

In reality, it wasn’t entirely a lie. You are meeting your roommate at the bar, but the couch she offered you for the night was that of her boyfriend who you hadn’t yet met. You aren’t too keen on staying there, but the curiosity to see Eddie’s band and excitement to see your friend after weeks apart won out in the end. 

The Phoenix is a larger bar than you’re used to seeing in Hawkins, obviously built for live music and an expansive crowd, but still small enough to host local bands. After making your call home from the pay phone out front, you make your way to the door. House music and the sound of a crowd seep out from the open door as you approach, floating alongside the haze of cigarette smoke, and a large stoic bouncer stands just out front. When he asks for your ID, you panic, but a commotion from inside commands his attention and he waves you through without looking before walking away to break up the fight. 

Your arms wrap around your torso uncomfortably as you weave through the crowd toward the bar, and you breathe a sigh of relief when Veronica calls out your name and waves you over, happy to see a friendly face. 

“Ronnie!” You shout back, a bounce to your step now that you’ve seen her, making a beeline in her direction.

A quick hug, an introduction to her boyfriend, and then she’s in full judgment mode, scrutinizing your outfit. 

“The hell are you wearing, girl?” She giggles, already tipsy, holding out both of your hands to take a closer look at you. “You know you’re at a rock show, right?” 

“My parents thought we were going bowling!” You exclaim, embarrassed, “this was the best I could do if I wanted them to let me leave the house.” 

It’s not a completely hopeless outfit, you don’t think, a baggy pair of overalls over a long sleeve white ribbed tee and a pair of All Star sneakers. Nothing revealing, but nothing too church girly either. Clearly, your friend does not agree. She takes your hand and drags you to the bathroom and pushes you into a stall. 

“Trade me,” she says simply. You try to stutter a response, but she’s already throwing her black polyester miniskirt over the stall wall. “Keep your shirt, we’ll fix that next.” As you reluctantly strip your overalls and pass them to her over the stall, she adds, “If this boy means enough to you for you to drive out to Muncie and lie to your dictator parents, then you better look hot for him, that’s all I’m saying. How do you know him, anyway?” 

You huff in protest, pulling the skirt onto your hips with a wiggle and a jump and slamming the stall door open to meet her out in the main bathroom. “He doesn’t…mean anything to me. It’s not like that. He works at the record shop and has been showing me new music. That’s all this is, just another new band. It just happens to be his.” 

“Sure,” she scoffs, rooting in her purse to retrieve a pair of manicure scissors. She doesn’t even ask before she starts butchering your shirt, cutting off the bottom hem just above where the waist of the skirt sits and pulling, twisting, stretching it until it rolls. “The shade of red you’re turning right now suggests otherwise. Is he hot, at least?” Next, she snips the collar off of your shirt, leaving a raw edge, the same at the cuffs of your sleeves. You try to protest as she reaches to keep cutting but she bats your hand away, cutting a “V” into the neckline to reveal a little more of your decolletage. Thankfully she stops before anything too damning is revealed. 

“He’s…” you trail off. You’ve never called anyone hot before. It never felt fitting. But Eddie is decorated in too many tattoos and piercings, too much darkness for you to want to call him handsome. So you relent. “Yeah.” 

“Yeah? Yeah what?” 

She’s having too much fun trying to get you to admit it. 

“Yes, he’s hot, okay? Really hot.” Now that you’ve started you can’t stop the words from falling from your lips. “He’s got these eyes, gosh, they’re the most stunning thing you’ve ever seen. He has this way of speaking that just captivates you. And Ronnie, his hair. I just want to run my fingers through it.” 

She giggles, handing you a dark, brick red lipstick from her bag and urging you to put it on. “Jesus, even when you’re hot for someone it’s rated G.” 

You mumble a soft “shut up” and throw the lipstick back at her. You try to push past her to get to the door, but she grabs your shoulders and focuses an intense stare into your eyes. 

“You look sexy,” she says, reaching up to pull the scrunchie from your hair and muss it up just enough, “own it. Forget your parents for a night and show that rockstar what you’re made of.” 

It’s with all the love in your heart that you say, “you’re so lame.” Both of you laugh and make your way back out to meet her boyfriend at the bar. You order a water, much to her chagrin, and twist around in your seat excitedly when an emcee takes the stage to introduce the band. 

Three band members take their place and start playing, a long, slow build of music that introduces the first song. From somewhere off stage, a guitar riff sounds, and you perk up, eagerly waiting to see your friend (could you call him a friend?) take the stage. 

When he makes his entrance, Eddie is breathtaking. His staple black, ripped denim adorns his lower half, handcuffs locked at his waist to hold them up. Other than his battle vest, his torso is bare, a smattering of tattoos you’ve never seen before on full display under the harsh stage lights. A black bandana is wrapped around his forehead, holding back those enticing curls, and the same guitar from the flier hangs heavily on the strap across his shoulder. You can’t take your eyes off of his fingers as they glide up and down the fretboard, a speed and a talent you’ve never had the pleasure of seeing live. 

Not only does he look good, but they sound incredible. You can feel the bass in your chest as they play, and before you know it, you’re abandoning your post at the bar and joining the crowd that gathers in front of the stage. You feel electrified, not a drop of alcohol in your bloodstream but you’re drunk on the atmosphere, swaying with the beat and grinning stupidly up at the man who has yet to notice you. 

When he does, when his eyes lock on yours, it only amplifies the adrenaline in your system. As he strums the final, lasting note of their first song, his eyes meet yours and you forget how to breathe. 

Eddie isn’t so sure it’s you at first. You’ve never looked like this before. Plush thighs on full display in a skin tight mini skirt, torn tee shirt exposing your midriff, a brick red stain on your lips in lieu of your usual clear gloss; but your smile is wholly you, and the tiny, shy wave that you give confirms that this is real, you’re here, and you look like you were ripped straight from a wet dream. Silence overtakes the crowd. Eddie forgets that he’s supposed to speak, supposed to be putting on a show. He’s distracted at the first glimpse he catches of you in the crowd. Gareth gives two kicks of the bass drum to snap him back to reality. 

Your trancelike eye contact is broken when the drummer snags Eddie’s attention back and he introduces the band to the crowd once again. 

They put on one hell of a show. Not that you have much to compare it to, but the way your body is buzzing, moving with the crowd, prickling with excitement all night, you know they’re good. Toward the end of the show, there’s a song that showcases every member individually with a solo, a little bragging right for each of them. When it’s Eddie’s turn, he power slides to the edge of the stage, where the crowd has pushed you to the very front. He’s knelt in front of you, eyes wound shut in concentration and fingers playing at the strings sinfully. His tongue pokes between his lips, and that's when you find yourself screaming along with the others in the crowd. At the sound of your voice his eyes fly open, a cocky, sly grin gracing his face as his solo comes to an end. A guitar pick is flicked your way, and when you catch it, he shoots you another wink before standing back up and moving on with the show. 

The rest of the night is vibrating floors and sweaty bodies and ringing ears. The push and pull of the crowd around you, and a giggle caught in your throat when Eddie takes a dramatic bow at the end of the set. Your cheeks sting from smiling, and when you make it back to the bar and order another water, it’s the most refreshed you’ve ever felt in your life. 

Conversations swell around you, the hum of a satisfied crowd and the rattling of ice in cocktail shakers. You spot your friends at a table in the corner and wave, but at the same time, Eddie is pushing through the saloon doors to the side of the bar, denim vest now exchanged for a cropped muscle tee, and his eyes are locked on yours. He’s headed straight for you, so you stay put. 

“Hey!” He shouts, all of his excitement and a post-show high poured into one little word. Without hesitation, arms wrap around you, pulling your frame into his. One of his hands tangles in your hair and the other rests on the small of your back. You breathe him in, the acrid stink of pot and sweat masked by cheap bathroom cologne and leather. You should be disgusted, but you can’t be bothered. Pulling back to gauge your reaction, he holds onto your elbows, making sure not to let you get too far. You grip his forearms in return. “What did you think?” 

“Eddie!” You shout, at a loss for words but praise dripping from your tone. “So good! You guys killed it!” 

Speaking to your lips now instead of your eyes, he rolls his own bottom lip between his teeth, breathing, “fuck yeah we did.” The bartender stops in front of the pair of you. Eddie greets him by name, because of course he does. “Hey Joe, give me a PBR, and…” he trails off, looking sideways at you and dropping a hand to your waist with a squeeze. Your skin shouldn’t be tingling where his palm rests against it, but it is. “What’re you drinking, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. 

“Oh, uhm, just water.” 

SweetheartSweetheartSweetheart.

“Fuck that,” he laughs, “we’re celebrating! C’mon, it’s on me.” He narrows his eyes at you, calculating, before looking back to the bartender. “Give her an Amaretto Sour on the band’s tab.”

When the bartender, Joe, you assume, turns his back you widen your eyes at the man beside you. “Eddie! I’m not drinking-” 

“Shh,” he insists, holding a finger to his lips. “You’ll love it, I promise…and if you don’t, you don’t have to drink it. I’ll give it to Gareth, kid’s a bottomless pit.” 

He’s right, you suppose. You’ll be 21 soon enough anyway, what’s a few months?

When the drinks are passed across the bar, Eddie presses the cold glass of light amber liquid into your hand. The coolness is a reprieve against your warm skin even if you don’t end up drinking it, but you do give it the tiniest taste at the eager prompting of the man beside you. The sweet, nutty drink is nothing like what you expected and goes down easy, but you still nurse it slowly as Eddie introduces you to his bandmates, chats about the set and asks you which songs were your favorite. All of them, you want to say, but manage to recall a couple of titles. 

When your drink is almost gone, Ronnie approaches you, boyfriend in tow. You introduce them all, they praise the band on a great show, and your roommate pulls you aside. 

“So, we were thinking of heading home,” she says, looking from you to Eddie and back, leaving her statement open ended. 

“Oh…” You look over at Eddie yourself, liquor and adrenaline clouding your judgment. He’s talking to Jeff animatedly with his hands and smirks over the other boy’s shoulder when he catches you staring. “You know what, you guys go ahead. I’ll hang out for a little bit.” 

“Are you sure?” She asks, gripping your shoulders, “Have you had anything to drink?” 

“Just this one,” you say, “I’ll be fine, promise. I’ll stay a while and I can just head home. I’ll tell my parents I wasn’t feeling well if they ask.” 

“Okay,” she nods, “just be safe, and call me tomorrow to tell me everything.” Wrapping her in a tight goodbye hug, you promise to do so, and when she pulls from your embrace, her focus is behind you instead of on you. “I think someone else wants your attention now. Bye, Eddie!” She’s gone with a flutter of her fingers. 

Turning on your heel you find Eddie just behind you, thumbs hooked in his belt loops. He nods toward the door he came out of earlier. “Wanna go somewhere a little more quiet?” 

You only nod in response, and he grins victoriously, guiding you toward the back exit of the building with a commanding hand on the small of your back. 

He tries not to crowd you, he really does, but your skin is warm to the touch, soft where his fingertip slips beneath the hem of your shirt. You’re here, and you’re dressed so differently than you usually do, and he can’t help but wonder just what else you might do to rebel tonight. He only hopes he’ll be lucky enough to find out. 

Stepping outside into the balmy night air, he takes you past the band’s van being loaded up with their equipment and toward another slightly smaller van. You hesitate when he opens the back door and holds it open for you, but the laugh lines that crease around his eyes when he offers you an encouraging smile are enough to get you moving. As you climb in, his hand never leaves the small of your back for support, and you can practically feel the way his eyes linger on your backside, but aside from the rush of heat to your cheeks you don’t react. 

It’s clunky and awkward, getting yourselves situated in the back of Eddie’s van. Where he falls gracelessly into a pile of blankets with an air of confidence only Eddie Munson could manage, you’re still tripping over your own feet and hunching to accommodate the low ceiling, unsure of where to sit. He grins up at you, and if you didn’t know any better you’d say he found your anxiety amusing. His gaze is fixed on your skirt hem where your fingers idly fiddle with it, a glint in his eye and heave in his chest from where he still can’t catch his breath after an exhilarating show. 

“C’mon,” he murmurs, the word hanging quiet in the dusty air. He pats on the worn out, threadbare bean bag chair beside him and unsuccessfully tries to stifle his joyous laugh. “I won’t bite, sweetheart.” His smile flashes with mischief and it’s only when you give in and settle into the cushion next to him that he leans in closer and adds in a breath, “unless you want me to.” 

You pretend not to hear him.

“You guys really did kill it tonight,” you compliment instead, grinning and nudging his bent knee lightly with the rubber toe of your sneaker. “I don’t…I mean I guess I don’t know what the standard is, since this was my first concert and all, but it was seriously so good.”

“No fucking way,” he exclaims, savoring the way you blink involuntarily when he swears. Reaching out to catch your ankle before you can withdraw it, he squeezes gently and grins up at you. “You’ve never been to a show before?” 

A shrug. The press of your knees tighter together, hyper aware of your skirt riding up in this position. “Not unless you count the church choir’s Christmas performance or Worship before Sunday service.” 

He only manages a soft chuckle and another thoughtful, “no way,” when he releases his hold on you, playfully dropping your foot. A few moments of silence pass, interrupted only by a ruckus outside, two men arguing and then the slamming of car doors. When it passes, Eddie speaks up again. “So you’re really into all that, huh? Jesus and whatnot.” 

You can’t stop the giggle from coming out at his phrasing. “I guess, yeah?” You shrug again. “Although, I used to say I enjoyed worship because I could feel God moving me through the music…but now I’m starting to think that might just be what live music feels like, because I got the same rush in there as I used to during worship…maybe better.”

Eddie tries to not let it go to his head that you basically just equated him to God.

“You guess? You don’t sound so sure there, sweetheart..” His eyes fall from your own and trail downward, lingering on the crucifix around your neck before continuing on. You shy under his gaze, skin warming under his attention as you wrap your arms around yourself again. “But you still wear that cute little thing, so I’ll believe the good girl act for a while longer. ” 

He knows it’s not just an act, that you truly are as innocent as you seem, but there's curiosity and drive behind your eyes – a hunger to learn more and be more than just the church girl, and so help him, he’s determined to help you reach that potential.

“I don’t know,” you sigh, shrugging. Always shrugging. You fear you might develop a hunch from it. As you continue talking, Eddie leans across the front seat to turn on the radio, turning the volume down to a more appropriate background level. Still, you don’t miss the way he stiffens in reaction to your next sentence. “My dad is a pastor, so it’s kind of all I know. I grew up in the church, went to catholic school, the whole nine yards, so it’s just been kind of drilled into me.” 

“Seems like a good reason to believe in something, just ‘cause others told you you should.” He says, voice dry but not cruel judging by the hearty smile on his face. This time when he plops back down, it's on the beanbag beside you. 

“Yeah, yeah,” You try not to focus on the fact that the dip in the cushion has rolled your body in toward his, or on the way that his thigh presses into yours, or the heat that lingers there. “When I moved out for college, I kinda got the drift that things weren’t as black and white as I was raised to believe. Like for example,” nudging his shoulder playfully with your own, “not all secular music is made to worship the devil.” 

Eddie snorts, “right, only the good stuff.” 

Playfully punching his shoulder, you sarcastically agree. “Exactly! I dunno, it’s just hard sometimes, finding my place in the middle. I like to believe that there’s still some truth to the Word, but I also don’t think that I should be living life in fear of being labeled as a sinner for the kind of music I like, or the kind of company I keep, or the length of my skirt. Frankly the concept of sin just seems…I don’t know, like a threat nowadays? How are we supposed to let the promise of an eternity in Hell stop us from enjoying the life we’re living now if we don’t even know for sure that Hell exists!? I just– sorry. Sorry, I’m going off on a tangent.” 

“It’s okay,” he chuckles, and his voice is soft and earnest when he urges, “you have nothing to apologize for, I asked.” 

“I– I suppose.” 

Your eyes shine with worry when you meet his, and it only makes his smile even wider. 

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know the truth, your truth. And besides,” his expression is downright giddy when he lets his head lean back against the seat back behind you, eyes shifting to take a peek at you, “I get what you mean. Nobody is truly perfect, but that doesn’t make them inherently evil either. Sure I’m tatted up and swear by the word ‘fuck’ and play a game that society sees as devil worship, but there’s also like, murderers and people who beat the shit out of their kids and animals and rob banks. So it’s a spectrum, I’d say.” He takes your hearty laugh as a sign that he didn’t cross some sort of unspoken boundary and presses further. “Really, what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? I find it hard to believe that you haven’t rebelled at least a little since leaving the nest.” 

“Uh…” you take in your surroundings and let out a chastising laugh. You could tell him about your sole experience at a frat party, but you hugged the wall and nursed a solo cup of water the entire time, so you wouldn’t say that counts. “This?” 

Eddie balks. “No!” He protests, voice thick with disbelief, “no, come on there was never any sneaking out in high school? No secret late night rendezvous with the quarterback?” 

You lean your head on his shoulder, unable to face him head on when you admit, “there was, at best, a peck on the lips with the captain of the debate team after prom.” Your laughter is dry and self deprecating. 

It makes no sense to open up like this to Eddie. Earlier in the night, you weren’t even certain you could call him a friend, but now here you are openly admitting your dirty little secrets…or lack thereof. There’s just something about him that offers you comfort. His charming presence, the confidence he carries that never feels judgemental, the arm around your shoulder holding you close to his chest as he chuckles at your admission. 

Wait– when did that get there? 

“Sorry, sorry, I should have known.” His laughter is more jovial than cruel, a dig at his own ignorance rather than your innocence. His free hand crosses both of your bodies to grab your left hand, holding it up and twisting so that the dull overhead light reflects off of the gold band on your ring finger. “That’s what this is, isn’t it? Promise ring? How far do the rules of that thing reach, anyway? Like does–” There’s a pause and a stutter in his breath. For the first time since you met him you can feel uncertainty wavering in his voice. “You know what, no that’s too far. Even I can recognize that.” 

The giggle in your voice is music to his ears when you press him to say what he wants to. The jab of your elbow in his ribs, your little playful smack to his chest. You lean into him with a raised brow, challenging him to continue.

Eddie stares you down, scrutinizing, narrowing his eyes as you continue to giggle innocently up at him. He’s begging every God he doesn’t believe in to forgive him when he gives in. “Okay, but only ‘cause I want to know if it’ll make you blink like swearing does.-” 

“ – I do not blink at swears!” 

“You definitely do,” he confirms, coolly ignoring your interruption with a smug grin. “Now do you wanna hear the question or not?” Doe eyes shine curiously back at him through the dim moonlight as you nod. Reaching for your hand again, he fidgets with the ring on your finger, with your fingers themselves, turning your hand about in his own with his gaze fixed on your joined hands. Quieter now in the still air of his van, his voice is even more gravelly than usual when he asks, “D’you take it off when you wanna touch yourself?”

You blink.

 He likely already knows the answer, but the image of you getting yourself off has already wormed its way into his brain and he just has to know.

“I-” your throat is suddenly the driest it’s ever been, and your attempt to clear it is only partially successful. The atmosphere in the van has shifted, your previous laughter and playfulness sucked out the cracked front windows and replaced with a sudden awareness of your proximity. You should chastise him for bringing it up. It’s inappropriate. You shouldn’t answer him, it’s inappropriate, but the way his Adam's apple bobs and his eyes dart up to meet yours as he patiently awaits your answer compels you to give it. You answer to his lips, unsure if it’s because you don’t want to meet his eye or because you simply can’t look away from the perfect cupid’s bow framed by late evening stubble. “I don’t do that.” 

“‘Cause it’s a sin?” He teases, and despite your earlier rant on sin, you give a shallow nod in response. 

“It’s like you said earlier,” the space between you is getting smaller, but neither of you are aware of who’s at fault for that. You feel drawn to him, the gravel of his voice, his own personal gravity curling around you and tugging. “We don’t know if heaven or hell exists,” closer, “and even if it does, aren’t we all sinners in the end?” Closer. He’s close enough now that his breath ghosts your collarbones, his free hand on the curve of your waist, his gaze drops to your own mouth as he finishes, “The way I see it, if you don’t sin a little, then doesn’t that mean Jesus died for nothing?” 

You’re close enough now to taste the beer and hope on his breath, and for a brief moment you think he might kiss you, but then another ruckus breaks out outside the van. Excited hollering and slamming of doors and a broken beer bottle against the concrete just outside the van startle you and Eddie apart. Your heart is racing when you look out the window to see the car that was parked next to you peeling away, and you take the moment to calm yourself. 

Shaking your head, you settle back into the bean bag an acceptable distance away from him once again, but he spreads his legs as he settles further into the cushion, pressing his thigh into yours and commanding the space. You convince yourself he’s just getting comfortable, not trying to stay close to you, but the way he smirks down at your naked thigh pressed against the black denim covering his own sends a shiver down your spine. 

You both wait out the moment, a beat of quiet passing between you, but when the tape that’s been playing in the background clicks to signal the end, he speaks up again, nudging his knee into yours. 

“For real, though, you’ve never even been curious about it?” He asks, turning to rest his arm against the seatback behind you. 

“About se…about sex?” 

God if that little stutter wasn’t endearing to Eddie and God if the curious pinch between your brows didn’t go straight to his cock because you aren’t denying it. He decides to test the waters, lean in a little closer again and gently push the hair out of your eyes, tucking it behind your ear. 

“Well, sure, yeah…but not even that far. Just like,” he pauses again. “Even the PG-13 stuff. Making out under the bleachers or missing half the movie and steaming up the windows at the drive in are essential to the teenage experience.”

You hum thoughtfully, his question bouncing around in your head. You can’t stop focusing on his hand that’s come to rest on the outside of your thigh, pulling you just slightly toward him. Your brain is foggy, you can’t for the life of you remember being curious about what you might be missing out on, but then again you’d never had anything to compare it to either. It’s not that you don’t know about sex. Sure, the schools you went to taught abstinence only sex ed, but you’re not stupid. You know the logistical side of things, you’ve just never experienced anything first hand so you don’t know how it feels. If the way your pulse races whenever Eddie meets your eye or the jolt of adrenaline you get when he touches you in a new unfamiliar way has anything to do with his so-called teenage experience, then you just might think you have been missing out. 

“Not really? I guess I never saw the point.” You finally say, shying under his attention. “But I also didn’t have any experience to inspire such curiosity.” The way you say it is like a question, meek voice lilting up towards the end of the statement and another shrug pulling at your shoulders. Then, turing from shy self-pity to the mask of self-deprecating humor you’re used to using with your roommate, you tack on, “y’know, ‘cause the captain of a catholic high school debate team is bound to be the object of every girl’s fantasies, right?”

Eddie’s face falls again, his fingers stilling where he was once stroking the exposed skin of your thigh. He tries to hide his shock, but you still catch a glimpse of it amongst the gleeful look of curiosity. “So you weren’t just being hyperbolic, huh? You’ve really never even been so much as kissed?” You’re about to jump in when he waves you off and rolls his eyes. “Yeah yeah, prom with Dorky McChristian, I know. But I don’t think that counts. I mean really, truly kissed. A toe curling, basement flooding kinda kiss that leaves you wanting more, you know?” 

“When you put it that way…” your laughter is soft and nervous. There’s no judgment from Eddie, not that you can feel. He’s leaning in and speaking with a genuine sort of curiosity that sparkles in his eyes, like he really wants to know what makes you tick and what hasn’t yet made you tick. It’s the same voice he uses when he asks if you’ve ever seen Evil Dead or listened to Kiss, like he’s just banking away another fact about you in his memory. So without that feeling of judgment, you confirm his statement. “...then no, I’ve never been kissed.”

He tries to keep his voice full of seduction and not the hope that swells in his chest when his gaze drops to your lips and he asks, “would you like to be?”  

Your heart is in your throat, caught there with the little gasp and exciting sort of uncertainty that bloomed in your chest at his offer. You should get going. You should make note of the time and tell him you’ll see him on Monday at the shop. 

Instead, you nod. 

“Uh-uh,” he murmurs, grinning proudly, the cat that caught the canary. The hand behind your head comes to rest on your jaw, two fingers pressing into the pulse point under your jawline and thumb tugging gently at your lower lip. He relishes in the way your pulse races under his fingertips, “gonna have to hear you say it, angel.”

“Yes.” 

It’s barely audible, the hint of a whisper on shaky breath but it’s enough for Eddie. Eddie, who crowds your space even further, his eyes heavy-lidded and fixated on your lips until he’s too close to focus. Not for the first time tonight, your breath hitches, fingers tingling, heart hammering, the thump thump thump against your ribcage rivaling the band’s earlier performance.  

Time seems to stop in this moment, surrounded by the scent of cheap cologne and musk and summertime air leaking in through the cracked windows. Minutes or hours or days pass there, breathing each other’s air, leeching body heat from tacky skin. 

When it finally happens, you’re surprised at how tender it is, the gentle press of lips against lips so quick you’re unsure who even finally closed the gap, but Eddie leaves no room for doubt. The moment you pull back enough to voice your confusion, near protesting that – while better than your prom kiss – that was still absolutely just a peck, his grin contorts into that self-assured smirk. The hand on your jaw shifts behind you again, working into the hair at your nape and pulling you back into his embrace with an involuntary squeak. 

It’s hard. Shoulders tense, teeth pressed tight against closed lips, eyes wound tight. 

You’re unsure what to think at first. 

But then Eddie breaks away just enough to mumble, “‘s okay,” and, “just follow my lead, sweetheart,” between another set of rushed kisses. You try to relax, and remember, oh, yeah, you should be kissing him back. That’s a thing. 

Eddie is soaring with pride when you relax enough to return the kiss, leaning up and into it, unknowingly pressing your chest up against his in an effort to get closer. Despite your obvious nerves and initial stiffness, you’re more than making up for it now. She’s a natural, he thinks smugly, a quick study, and when he coaxes your lips apart and hears the soft whine that comes with it, he can’t help but let his mind wander to all the other noises he might be able to get you to make. 

You don’t know how much time passes before he breaks the kiss, pulling away with reluctance and a tug of your lower lip between his teeth, but your breathlessness suggests it’s been a while. 

“How ya feelin’, angel?” He wears his smugness in the dimple of his smirk, tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip, his own breath ragged but much more controlled than your own. “Like you wanna confess?” 

He swears he could live off of the flushed smile and bitten lip that you try so desperately to hide from him before carefully answering, “Not…necessarily.” 

There’s a soft thump when his head falls lazily against the seat back, smirk growing as he sizes you up. “No?” He teases, eyes raking across your features, taking in your rumpled clothes and heavy lidded gaze, the shy smile hiding behind the curtain of your hair. Nimble, calloused fingers hook into the space behind your knee, tugging until your legs drape over his lap. Your skin burns where his fingertips tickle just below the hem of your skirt, goosebumps forming in their wake. They stay there, dancing along your exposed thigh as he allows you a moment to catch your breath, and he can’t help but praise, “you look fucking perfect like this.” His touch teases higher, dipping under the polyester just enough to make you squirm. “Now don’t get me wrong, I love your usual look, but this…” Tugging on the hem, he shifts again to hover over you and nudges your nose with his own. You can feel the brush of his lips against yours as he speaks, “...worst part is you don’t even know what you were doin’ to me in there tonight.” There’s no time to answer before he kisses you again, a hungry growl in the back of his throat. 

You’d never given much thought to kissing before tonight. Truly, out of sight out of mind. When you’d overheard Veronica on the phone with one of her friends talking about the date who used too much tongue, you remember thinking any amount of tongue in a kiss must be too much, surely. 

But now, Eddie is coaxing your lips apart with his own, every move calculated and commanding, and when his tongue sweeps into your mouth to massage your own…oh.

Something akin to static settles deep in your stomach, tendrils of it curling from your chest and down to tingling fingertips. Reaching out, you fist a hand in the collar of Eddie’s tee shirt and pull, wanting him as close as possible. Betraying his suave demeanor, the action makes Eddie lose his balance, toppling him over with a joyous laugh and a hand on either side of your head. He drops his weight onto one elbow and reaches out for you with the other hand, tilting your chin with his thumb to make space for himself in the crook of your neck. 

“Feelin’ a little eager are we?” He murmurs into your ear, breath ghosting the shell and making you shudder at his closeness. “By all means, sweetheart, manhandle me all you want.” 

Teasing, always teasing, he noses along your jawline, savoring your shallow breath and the way he can feel you arch up into him. Your hand slips into his hair as he tests the waters, kissing, licking, sucking at little points across your neck. A nip of his teeth into the soft flesh just below your ear has you gasping and tightening your grip on his curls. You press your thighs together unknowingly as he soothes the sting with a pass of his tongue and continues on, latching onto another lower point on your neck. 

“E-Eddie, wait-” You gasp, gently pulling him away from you. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks gently, biting back a smile as he admires the sight of you flushed and pliant beneath him. “Not feelin’ it?” 

“No I – um, it’s not that. I mean it’s different. I feel weird, but…good weird?” Your voice falters, brows pinched, and you bring a hand up to rest on your own neck in the space he just occupied. 

“That’s called horny,” he teases, interrupting you. 

You choose to ignore the comment, finally eeking out,  “please don’t, um…I can’t have any hickeys. I’ll be dead. Literally six feet under if my dad sees anything.” You pout at your own statement, big, round eyes and a puffy lower lip that Christ, Eddie just wants to sink his teeth into. 

He��s about to do just that when a loud banging comes at the back door of the van. His face falls, head sinking, curls tickling your chest before you both look to the still-closed doors. Thankfully Gareth doesn’t open them, only yells through the layers of metal. 

“Ed, bar’s closed. We gotta get going!”

His voice is practically a growl that you can feel in his chest, “can’t you hitch a ride with the guys? ‘M a little occupied at the moment.”

There’s a long pause on the other side before he calls back, “...all the equipment…no room in the van, I’m sorry man.” 

He heaves a sigh and presses another hurried kiss to your lips, nipping at that pout just as he wanted to, but much more playfully quick than intended. He quietly murmurs an apology to you before yelling back, “fine! Give us a second, jackass. Take a lap around the block or somethin’!” Then turning to you with puppy eyes, “sorry, I am so sorry about that.” 

He kneels away from you, leaning on his heels to offer you a hand up, which you gladly take. 

“It’s okay,” you hum, not wanting the evening to end but knowing it might be a good idea to head home before things carry on further. “It’s, um…it’s quite late, I should probably be on the road already anyway.” 

You right yourself as he goes for the door, pulling your skirt down where it bunched up, finding your discarded purse in the corner and fishing out your car keys. By the time you’re situated, Eddie has already hopped down from inside the van and is offering his hand to help you down easily. 

With youreet secure on cracked asphalt, the real world settling in alongside the cool night breeze around you, you’re suddenly nervous again, shy. You find yourself worried that outside the comfort and closeness of his van, he’ll see you for what you really are; an inexperienced girl playing dress up with false confidence. The next time he sees you at the shop in your usual, modest getup, he’ll regret ever kissing you – or worse, forget it even happened. 

Dejected by your own thoughts, you nod at him in thanks and clutch the strap of your purse nervously. 

“It really was a good show,” you say in place of a farewell, “Eddie, tonight was really fun.” 

“Thanks, angel,” he says through upturned lips, lighting a fresh joint. He leans against the open door of the van, one foot propped up on the bumper, the free hand not pinching his smoke stuffed into the pocket of his jeans. He looks like he was ripped straight from the silver screen, the bad boy John Bender type in your own little coming of age flick. He exhales, billowing smoke into the air in the direction opposite you. “I had a pretty stellar time, myself.” He grabs you by the forearm before you can retreat to your car, pulling you into him for a much more chaste goodbye kiss, mumbling, “drive safe,” against your lips, not wanting to part even to share the sentiment. 

“Promise,” you assure him, pressing a final kiss high on his cheekbone and turning to start the journey to your car. You turn to say a final goodbye and are met with the flash of a Polaroid Spectra. “What was that for?” You ask, voice lilting, giggling musically. 

You can see Gareth returning from around the corner and wave, feeling floaty as you walk backwards to your car. 

Eddie simply says, “Told you you look fantastic like this. Wanted to remember it.” Like this, he thinks, hair a riot, skirt bunched up, flustered and breathless from nothing more than a kiss.

Shaking your head, you shout another goodbye before getting into your car and driving away. 

As the photo develops in Eddie’s hand and he’s joined by his drummer, he shakes the thoughts from his mind. You don’t know what you’re in for. 

Fuck Gareth for needing a ride.

—

Monday following the concert, you flit into Camelot music in your regular getup. Hair twisted into two messy braids, soft off-white tee shirt layered under a billowy thin denim dress. The forecast called for rain and a bit of a chill with it, so instead of sheer pantyhose you opted for a pair of over-the-knee socks, surely covered by the dress when you left the house, but now exposed by the knot you’d tied over one knee. 

Eddie’s with a customer when you walk in, but his attention is solely on the tops of those socks and the way they cut into your skin. You busy yourself by looking at a rack of new releases that don’t interest you as he finishes up, ringing out the cheerleader/letter jacket couple with a shallow nod and empty responses to their questions. 

As soon as the door shuts behind them, you’re joining him at the counter. 

“Hi,” whispered nervously, uncertain where you stand after the weekend. 

“Hi, angel.” Eyes dart over your shoulder briefly, ensuring there’s nobody around before he reaches over the counter to hold your face with both hands, pulling you in for a searing kiss. You squeak with surprise and he laughs into the kiss, breath ghosting your upper lip. “Thought about you all weekend.” 

You insist he’s trying to flatter you. 

He’s not lying. Only omitting the fact that most of those thoughts were lewd, obscene little brain worms. Images of you panting beneath him, your chest pressed against his, nipples perking under his attention. He kept returning to that damned thought of you touching yourself, of his name on your lips as you reached your peak. Every chance he got, every moment of alone time, his imagination ran wild, long, languid strokes of his cock spurred on by the memory of those perfect sounds you made for him from just one silly makeout session. It fueled him, how sensitive you were, so new to everything. Moreover, nothing turned him on more than the fact that he was, apparently, the first and only person to make those precious sounds, to make you feel that way, not even yourself. 

“You did not,” you accuse, rolling your eyes. 

“Cross my heart,” he mumbles, jaw slack at the memory. Then, ducking suddenly below the counter he adds, “Hey! Made you something.” 

You can’t help but giggle at the way his hair stays suspended in the air just a beat longer than he does, and you lean forward further to see him rooting around under the counter for something. He returns with another mixtape, this one labeled sloppily as People Write Songs About Girls Like You. 

Raising an eyebrow at the title, you turn the tape about in your hands. 

“Should I be worried about this one?” 

He quirks a single eyebrow, “only if Daddy finds it.” 

“Oh my gosh.” Mortified, you stuff the tape into your purse and hide your face in your hands. 

It’s a short visit this time. While a few Metallica tracks were featured on your first mixtape, he decides to play you their ‘86 album Master of Puppets in full over the store stereo, pointing out certain tracks and what they mean to him. He credits the title track for literally saving his life in his third (and final) senior year, says the dedication to learning to play it on the guitar by ear is what made it click for him that he wasn’t as stupid as everyone tried to convince him he was. It was that push that allowed him to finally cross that stage and inspired him to put a real honest effort into the band too. 

“I think this is my new favorite song, then,” you note with a soft smile as it comes to an end. 

“Softie,” he teases, throwing a balled up receipt at you. 

“Maybe,” you giggle. Then, noticing the time, “hey, I gotta get going, have to cut it short today. Mom said she wanted to talk about something when she got off of work. Sounded important.”

Ever dramatic, he mimes a dagger to the heart, twisting it, writhing with the pantomime of pain and falling limp against the cash register. “If you must,” he heaves. “Can I call you tonight at least?” 

You fiddle with the gold cross around your neck, and his eyes follow the movement. “It’s not that I don’t want you to,” you say uncomfortably and note all too quickly the hurt on his face. “It’s not!” You insist, shifting from foot to foot. “It’s just that if you call while my parents are awake, they’ll…ask questions. And probably listen in on the other end.” 

“Well,” he chuckles, “we don’t want that.” 

“Nope.” 

“Tell you what.” He pulls a sticky note from off the stack near the register and scribbles hastily, passing it to you when he’s done. “When do they hit the hay, what, nine? Ten at the latest?” You nod. “Give me a buzz when they’re out. I’ll be around.” 

Grinning, you plant both hands on the counter and lean across it to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “sounds like a plan. Talk to you later!”

“I’ll be waiting!” 

—

As it turns out, your mother’s talk was not important. 

“I’ve arranged a date for you,” she says over the rim of her coffee mug, her post-work decaf practically a ritual at this point. 

“You what?” 

“A date!” She repeats, smiling sickly sweet like she’s doing you a favor. 

Dread swirls in your stomach, all color draining from your cheeks. “Mom, I- you didn’t have to do that.”

“I know I didn’t have to, silly. I just thought it might be nice for you to get out with a nice, respectable boy, and besides, Justine was practically begging me to make the arrangement, what with the way she was bragging about Tom’s doctorate studies and empty social calendar.” 

You balk with realization, “wait- Justine…? Mrs. Murray? You mean you set me up with Tommy Murray?” 

The Murray’s were well known in your parish. Charitable, well off…uptight. Tommy had been in the youth group with you for a few years, but he aged out in your 8th grade year. Janie had a massive crush on him, but you thought he was an arrogant jerk, a narcissist at best. He was smart but he knew it and that soured you to him immediately. 

“He goes by Tim now, honey.” Is all she manages in response, not acknowledging your disgust. 

“Mom,” you scoff, “I am not going out with that guy.”

“Don’t be rude,” she chastises, the mug in her hand thunking against the table harshly, dark, milky liquid threatening to slosh out from the force of her setting it down. “I’ve already made the plan so you will go through with it. Now I suppose you don’t have to continue to see him if you don’t like how it goes but I did you the favor of setting this up, the least you could do is show up. Respectably.” 

It’s almost painful, suppressing the eye roll, but you know you’ll be better off just giving in. At least maybe you’ll get a good meal out of it. Your voice is soft, obedient when you ask, “when and where?” 

“He’ll pick you up Thursday at noon for lunch.” 

“Can’t I drive myself?” She doesn’t have to answer. Her stern look is enough to have you sighing with defeat. “I’ll be ready by 11:45.” 

“That’s what I thought. Now go clean up for dinner.” 

—

By some miracle, your parents both manage to turn in before nine that night and you retire to you room, door cracked and handheld landline receiver tucked under your pillow, waiting for any sign that they’re asleep. By 9:20 the bedside lamp clicks off, the thin stream of light from under their door going dark. By 9:35 your father’s snoring indicates that they’re out. 

Still, you wait another twenty minutes to assure that they’re asleep for the night before you pad quietly across the room to shut your door and throw a blanket in front of the crack at the bottom. Just in case. 

Your heart skips a beat with each ring, until finally the other line clicks. 

Silky smooth and hushed, voice mottled by the crackling of the line, he answers, “hello?” 

“Eddie?” You ask hopefully…stupidly. You know who you dialed, he doesn’t know who is calling. You can’t see him smiling at your blunder over the phone, you just clear your throat and continue, identifying yourself. 

“Yeah, I knew it was you, sweetheart. Did you think I could forget your pretty voice?”

“You’re such a flatterer, you know that?” You tease, twirling the fringe of your throw blanket between the fingers of your free hand. 

“What!?” He’s all mock shock and dramatic gasps, the other line rustling as he gets comfortable in bed. “Me? Never. I haven’t even told you how nice you look tonight.” 

“Please,” This time you do snort through your laugh, shaking your head even though you know he can’t see. You settle back into your pillows, tucking the receiver between your ear and shoulder so you can free up your hands for idle fidgeting. “You can’t even see me.” 

“Just cause I can’t see you doesn’t mean you don’t look nice.” He argues, “I bet you’re a stunner. Describe it to me. What’re you wearing?” An overused line, a cliche for any late night phone call, he’s aware, but he’s dying to know what someone like you wears to bed. 

You hum into the phone, tucking your feet underneath you and hugging your knees to your chest. “You won’t laugh?” 

“I could never.” 

You think about lying, but something tells you he would be able to tell. 

“It’s a, um,” you giggle at how predictable your answer must seem to him. “A white nightgown.” He’s quiet on the other end, not much more than an encouraging mhm, trying to pry more details from you. You’re not sure exactly what he’s looking for, so you go for the obvious, describing the details of the garment. “It’s got, like, a french collar and this frilly lace on the hem and the straps…little bow on the neckline.” 

“Now why would I ever laugh at that? Sounds to me like you’re just living up to the nickname, angel.”

“Don’t be cruel,” you giggle, though his tone doesn’t hold any malice. 

“Wouldn’t dare. How long is it? Hittin’ the floor?”

“Nope.” Playing with the lacy hem of it, you correct him, “little bit above my knee.” 

You swear he groans on the other end. Eddie, who’s been playing shows in sleazy bars for years, who’s seen his fair share of scandalous outfits on girls much more sexual than you, is groaning over the mention of…your legs? No, that…that doesn’t add up. 

“So you’re letting those pretty legs out to play, hm?” His voice is rougher, gruff, and he takes note of the rustling of pillows behind you. “You in bed?” 

“Mhm,” you don’t know which question you’re answering. Both are true, you suppose. 

“Yeah? Me too. So…” Eddie sighs into the receiver, palming his growing erection through his jeans. He is far too into this already, and he’s getting ahead of himself. He doesn’t even know if this is pushing your boundaries too far yet, for fuck’s sake, but God, is he hoping you take the bait. “I was thinking.” 

“Don’t hurt yourself,” you tease. 

“Cute.” 

“Sorry,” you giggle, “couldn’t resist. What were you thinking about?” 

“...how unfair it is that you’re 20 goddamn years old and you don’t know what an orgasm is like.” Your fiddling fingers halt, the air sucked from your lungs at his boldness, that same churning, staticy feeling starting low in your stomach at the thought. “And I know you say you don’t know what you’re missing out on so it’s not that bad, but hear me out. I know what you’re missing out on, and I think it’s a fucking shame.”

“I’m…sorry?” 

There’s a long pause between you before he finally breaks down and joins in on your laughter. 

“No need to be sorry, angel. I just want to help you out.” 

“And that’s an entirely selfless offer, I'm sure.” 

“Baby, there’s lots of ways I’d love to be involved, but tonight’s about you. You need to learn about your body first, find out what you like.”

“You want me to…on the phone with you?” You know what he’s suggesting, but still can’t quite wrap your head around the idea. 

“Only if you want to. This is only good for me if you’re enjoying yourself.” His words settle right in between your legs, your thighs squeezing together and trapping them there with the growing heat between them. Against your will, a whimper makes its way past your lips at the thought. “Sounds like you’re into the idea.” 

Glaring down at the gold band on your finger, you sigh before ripping it off and shoving it in the drawer of your nightstand. You want this, you think, and you don’t need judgment from some dumb piece of symbolic jewelry. Still you hesitate. 

“I don’t…hate the idea, but I don’t know how to– I wouldn’t know what to do.” 

“That’s why I’m here. I’ll walk you through it. Just do as I say and tell me how you’re feeling. If you like something, don’t like something…if you change your mind all together. Just tell me and I’ll adjust accordingly. Think you can do that?”

“Yeah, I can do that.” 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, “we’ll start you off slow. Want you to play with those gorgeous tits for me, okay? Start over your nightgown, just do what feels right.” You shake away the nagging insecurity and oblige, running a hand across your chest, steadying the phone in the other. It takes a moment to find your rhythm, cupping, softly groping at your own flesh, but Eddie can tell the moment you relax into it, soft sighs and hitched breath like music to his ears. “Good, now don’t forget your nipples, sweetheart. Light touches, tease yourself a little, remember we’re just getting warmed up.” 

You settle further into your plush mattress, letting the down pillows and Eddies gravelly, rough voice envelop you. He continues to coach you until your muscles are loose, movements slow and careful, appreciating your body in a way you never considered. 

“When you’re ready, I want you to hike up that skirt and touch yourself through your panties. Don’t take them off yet, stroke that pretty cunt until you’re whining.”

“Eddie!” You don’t know if you’re scolding him or praising him, shallow breath stuttering as your touch ventures south, teasing through your underwear and letting out a soft moan when your fingers press against the damp cotton. 

“How’s it feel, angel?”

“F-feels good,” you simper, gasping when your touch focuses on that spot that makes your toes curl. 

“You want more?”

That gets him what he wants, a sharp whine disguised as a, “please,” and he’s finally giving in and unbuttoning his jeans, allowing his aching cock some reprieve from the denim confines with a satisfied grunt.

“Lose the panties, baby. Slide your fingers between your folds, tell me how wet you are for me.” The phone gets knocked aside in your haste to peel your panties off, kicking them off the edge of the bed, but you make sure it’s securely back in place on your shoulder before you follow his instruction. It’s obscene, the sound your arousal makes as you part your lower lips, sliding two fingers between them. “Fuck, don’t need you to tell me,” he groans, pulling his boxers down just enough to start stroking his cock in time with your moaning, “she’s telling me herself. Keep playing with your clit, baby, I could listen to those sounds you’re making forever. Might fuckin’ put ‘em on my next album.“

The line goes quiet for a few moments, just the sounds of wet, slapping skin and labored breath and needy mewls. 

Your pleasure floods your stomach, coiling tight and hot and as your fingers toy with your sex. Muscles tense, the sound of Eddie’s ragged breath on the other end of the line spurring you on further, faster, needier. You’re chasing a feeling you can’t even identify but you know you can’t wait to get there. 

“Mmh– Eddie, I-” You cut yourself off with a hand over your mouth, stifling the desperate keening sound threatening to come out. 

“You’ve been needing this, angel, I can tell. So desperate already. Haven’t even fingered yourself and you’re already about to cum, aren’t you? C’mon pretty baby, try a finger for me.” Without hesitation, your fingers dip down to tease at your entrance, forefinger curling in without much resistance. It’s tight, the feeling foreign but not unwelcome. You cry out at the intrusion, slowly pumping in and out and pushing yourself further toward the edge. “That’s it.” He croons, “doing so well.” 

Your hips have a mind of their own, grinding on your hand, seeking out that sweet friction that you lost from your clit. Thigh muscles tense even more, shaking, your back arching off the bed. You don’t have to warn him, he can tell that you’re just on the edge, all it’ll take is one little push, and he’s happy to give it.

“Let go, baby.” It’s practically a growl and you can feel it in your bones, mixing into your growing pleasure and making it boil over. Suddenly, your body can’t help but obey, tipping over its peak and tumbling toward sweet release. 

Eddie has to bite into the meat of his bicep to stop himself from shouting with his release, the muffled sound of it lost on your ringing ears because you’re still coming down from your own. 

It’s quiet again for a moment. You can hear what you think is Judas Priest playing from somewhere in the background on his end while you both catch your breath, until finally you break the near-silence with an involuntary giggle. Eddie can’t help but laugh with you, aimlessly, tittering over nothing on a late night phone call like you hadn’t just had your entire world turned upside down. 

“What’s so funny?” He asks after a moment. 

“Dunno,” you giggle, “you were right, I guess. I mean it really was pretty darn unfair that I went my whole adult life not experiencing that.” 

“Just you wait. That was nothing.” Then, despite himself, he laughs again. “Did you just say darn?”

“I– yeah?”

“You mean to tell me you just moaned an entire year’s worth of spank bank material into my ear and you still won’t swear?” 

You protest, “that’s different!” 

“How is that different! I would even argue that swearing is the lesser offense here! Shit, I’ll get you to swear for me one of these days. I guarantee it.”

Both of you stay like that a little while longer, joking and laughing and teasing as if you hadn’t just come undone in each other's ears. It’s comfortable, familiar, like you’ve known him much longer than a month. Eventually, when his tape comes to an end, he reaches for his acoustic guitar and starts to play a quiet tune, soundtracking your conversation. It starts to lull you to sleep, but just when you’re on the precipice Eddie's voice brings you back to reality again. 

“Hey, angel?” 

“Hmm?”

“You’re my girl, right?” 

He isn’t entirely sure why he asked, the thought burst from him like a Xenomorph before he could stop it. But there was something there, a pride that swells in his chest at the thought of claiming you as his.

“I’m your girl, Munson.” You confirm, sleepy and gleeful and satiated. 

[munsons-hellfire]

Chapter 1: Everything All At Once

SUMMARY: You're set to perform a duet single (a new take on Lover Of Mine) with 5 Seconds of Summer, as well as a song from your album that was released three months ago. While back stage you have a run in with lead singer and guitarist of Corroded Coffin Eddie Munson, and things take an interesting turn after the award show.

PAIRINGS: Older!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Pop Singer!Fem!Reader

PART 1 IN THE RUIN MY LIFE SERIES

CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+ MDNI, Age Gap ( Reader is 30, Eddie is 44, smut, language, fingering (f receiving), oral (f and m receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it), aftercare, smut with a plot,

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a new series and another Eddie series. I adore Eddie and love him with all my heart. This series is heavily inpisired by Ruin My Life by Zara Larsson. I was listening to it one day, so I put it on repeat and just go the idea for this series. This is a reminder that I do not own any songs that are mentioned in here unless stated otherwise. I have never been capable of coming up with my own lyrics but there will be a few songs that are completely written by me (they'll make an appearance later). If you'd like to be tagged in this series let me know.

WORD COUNT: 4.4K Words

RUIN MY LIFE SERIES MASTERLIST

It was the night of the 2023 MTV Video Music Awards. You were backstage getting ready to go on stage to perform a few songs with 5 Seconds Of Summer. The main song would be a newly released song of "Ghost Of You", it hit home with you and when you were contacted about the song you couldn't turn down the offer to perform the song. Your fiancé would've been so proud of where you had gotten.

You had your microphone ready to go in your hand, it was mixed with blue, red, and some pink. The blue and pink were your mother and father's favorite colors. And the red was in honor of your fiancé, it was his favorite color. Before you were set to go on and perform you had won a MTV award for Best New Artist. And you were honestly still shocked.

If it hadn't been for your parents and your fiancé, you wouldn't be here right now. The three of them had always supported your dreams to be a singer, to tour the world and just have fun while doing it. Unfortunately your fiancé couldn't be here, he passed away 9 years ago today as it turned out. And what was once a sad day each year you now had something that made the pain just a little better.

You started to make it big shortly after you had turned 30 and now you were here about to sing in front of a large crowd. Then you'd be leaving in a few weeks to start your World Tour for your new album that was as personal as it would ever be. A lot of the songs had to do with a lot of recent events whereas a few of them were about your parents and growing up.

The songs that remained were about your fiancé. While everyone speculated who those songs were about you hadn't really stated who they were about. You still weren't open to the idea of talking about your dead fiancé. Though one of the songs about him you would be singing tonight after you sang Ghost Of You. Then it would switch back to another song you had recorded with 5SOS.

Afterwards it would switch over to a few verses from one of your most popular songs from your album. It was written about the support you had received from your parents and fiancé. That song had been the one to get you discovered in the first place so it had to be on the album. It was titled Thank you, the title alone basically spoke for itself.

When doing the album you re-recorded the song and now here you were, all because of that song. Then you'd switch into a few verses and you would end off with a song that had been written about your fiancé. It was going to be a bittersweet moment for sure, being able to perform it on the day of the anniversary.

You were somewhat happy to be at an award show rather than moping around like you did over the previous 8 years since his death. You shook your hands in the air to get the jitters out of your body. You had done only a few small shows that had been leading up to this moment. But this award show would be your first time on a stage like this in front of a lot of people. So the jitters were expected of course.

"Someone's nervous." The voice of an older man ran through your ears. You looked over your shoulder to see the infamous rockstar, the lead singer and guitarist of Corroded Coffin, Eddie Munson walking up to you.

A soft but nervous smile graced your lips. "First time singing on a stage this big in front of a lot of people." You clarified even though you knew he didn't need the clarification.

Eddie had been in your shoes a long time ago, so he was familiar with the nerves. It also helped that you knew exactly who Eddie Munson was, he was a certified bad boy through the 90s and 00s. He was all over the place and a certain mess. He seemed to get a little better after the birth of his kids in 2004.

They were twins, he had a boy named Beau Munson and a daughter named Blair Munson. He had his twins with his wife whom he's been separated from for well over a year and is currently in the process of a nasty divorce brought forth by his ex-wife Heather (you assumed that she was trying to go after some of the money he had).

But you hoped that Eddie had been smart and made the woman sign a prenup before they had gotten married. You also knew that his son and daughter opted not to follow in his footsteps, they were both going to college. They had publicly stated what paths they had chosen for themselves.

Beau was studying to be a doctor, hopefully a Neurosurgeon. Meanwhile Blair was studying to be a Cosmetologist, she loved styling hair and coloring it. Eddie’s kids were nothing like him and it made you wonder how a certified bad boy who had two kids could be so different from their father. But then again your parents had expected you to follow in their footsteps before they saw your love for writing music and performing. So you really couldn’t judge the Munson siblings.

Eddie walked closer to you, the space between the two of you was closed off. “How about after you perform and I perform we get out of here and head back to my place?” Eddie had a smirk on his face as he asked the question and his warm brown eyes stared down at you.

You were new to the industry but you still knew enough to know what happens around here. “If you’re trying to get your dick wet you’re gonna have to try a little harder than that, maybe please me a little. A girl has needs you know.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I know what needs you got and I can show you exactly how I can take care of those needs.”

Your thighs clenched together after his words slammed into your ears. The smirk he had on his face only grew as he watched your reaction. He was getting you right where he wanted you. Before anything more could be said between you and Eddie, Luke came running up behind you, picking you up and spinning you around. You released a fit of giggles.

“You ready, pop star?” Like questions, a smile on his lips. You glanced over at Eddie for a brief moment, watching the smirk turn to a glare as he stared at you and Luke.

“Yes, I’m ready.” You breathed out, he set you down and you adjusted the strap on your left shoulder that connected to your outfit.

“Remember, just like we practiced. You’ll do great.”

You gave him a nod as he walked onto the stage. You gripped your microphone just a smidge tighter then looked over at Eddie. “Break a leg out there, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Eddie. I’ll be around afterwards if you can find me.” A smirk graced your lips.

“Challenge accepted.” Eddie whispered as you walked out onto the stage following behind Luke. You wanted to say something else to him but instead you internally thanked your fiancé for sending Eddie your way.

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After you had gone on to perform you waited backstage, staying hidden but still in eye sight of the stage so you could get the full experience of watching Eddie Munson perform on the stage live in person. Sometimes you noticed that he would turn slightly off stage to look for you but you would move out of sight so he couldn’t see you. Overall you were having a blast playing this game with him.

As the award show came to a close you walked out of the building. The air felt nice and cooled you off a lot more than the fans were at a high enough setting and weren’t keeping you cool. You still felt hot, though maybe it was because you had been dreaming about what a night with Eddie Munson would look like. You heard that he was good in bed but you honestly just wanted to know for yourself.

“Whatcha lookin’ at sweetheart?” Eddie whispered in your ear when he came up behind you. You felt the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Just the stars, though you can’t see much.” You answered, turning slightly to look back at the older man. He had a soft smile on his face as he stared down at you.

“I can show you the stars.” There was a devious smirk that fell into his plump lips, you couldn’t help but smile at the comment.

“So we’d be skipping the after party?” In truth you didn’t want to go to it, you were never one to party and that wasn’t suddenly going to change because you were popular.

“Unless you want to go of course.”

“No, I think I’m good.” Eddie held his hand out to you and you took it in yours. Once he had a hold he took you to his car where the driver was waiting. The two of you climbed into the car and were heading to his place. “Can I ask you a question?”

“As long as it’s not about my kids, or the ex.” There was a coldness in his voice when he mentioned his ex. You shook your head.

“No, it’s not. I don’t like to pry too much into people. Why are you interested in me? I mean no offense but you’re for sure a fuck boy so are you lookin’ to add me to your list or whatever?” Before Eddie had met his wife and had kids he was a notorious fuck boy, having sex with anyone that wanted him. But after his wife he had mellowed out and even though he hadn’t been with her for a year he hadn’t gone to sleep with someone until he saw you.

“No list, I’m not like that anymore. I heard that version of Ghost of You on the radio, my daughter was listenin’ to it. Honestly your voice was just really appealing and I wanted to know what it sounded like in the bedroom. I want to know what your moans sound like, I want to know everything that your body does.” He leaned closer to you, his nose gently brushing your ear. He smiled triumphantly when you clenched your thighs together just because of his words. He really had an effect on you. Eddie placed his hand down on your thigh and slowly moved it towards your center. “We still have a bit of a drive.”

“What do you want to do then?” You asked, eyes on him.

“What do you want me to do?”

He watched as your small hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled it closer to the place where you desired him to touch. The smirk that he had on his face never left his face as he gently placed his fingers over your clothed core. You cursed yourself for deciding to wear pants for the after show that you knew you’d never go to. But that didn’t seem to stop the rockstar’s mission. He eyed you as he moved his hand up to your button and unbuttoned them.

His hand slipped into your pants and panties, his calloused fingers came in contact with your clit. Slowly he starts to rub your clit in circular motions. A soft whimper leaves your mouth as you throw your head back towards the headrest. The first five years after your fiancé passed you hadn’t been with anyone sexually. But afterwards you were with plenty, but no one had compared to your fiancé, at least until Eddie. He replaced his fingers with his thumb and continued to circle your clit, while his fingers moved down towards your center.

You moaned when Eddie inserted two of his fingers. Once again he started soft, but the more you moaned and called out his name his pace quickened. A third finger was added and you were in Heaven at the feeling of his large fingers inside you.

“Fuck.” You moaned your heading moving towards his shoulder to lean on it.

“You like that, sweetheart? You like my fingers inside you?” You could only nod, you felt your orgasm quickly approaching from just the pace his fingers were going. Eddie could feel how close you were to cumming on his fingers. “I can’t wait to have you on my cock, you’re gonna be so fuckin’ tight.” He felt you clench around his fingers at the mention. “Gonna make you cum so hard, but first I gotta get this first orgasm from you baby.”

Those words did it, seconds after he had spoken you were a moaning mess as you came on his fingers. You close your eyes trying to come back from a mind blowing orgasm on just his fingers. When you finally did open your eyes again, you looked up at Eddie who was licking your release from his fingers.

“Mm, you taste good.” He said after removing his fingers from his mouth. Eddie closed whatever space was left between you two and placed his lips on yours. You could taste yourself on his lips but you weren’t complaining. The two of you broke apart when the car finally came to a stop. “Time to take it inside, sweetheart.”

“Good.” You replied. A smile graced your lips as you followed behind the rockstar not bothering to button your pants back up given that they’d be coming off shortly. You followed after Eddie quickly, when he made it to the front door he unlocked it quickly and pulled you inside with him. Once inside Eddie pushed you back up against the front door and smashed his lips to yours kissing you roughly.

Eddie pushed his tongue out past his lips and towards yours, when he met your lips you opened them but you weren’t going down easy. Both of you were fighting for dominance in the kiss. But Eddie eventually overpowered you, he moved his hands down your body, his hand slipping underneath your shirt. Then he pinched your skin causing you to gasp and allowing him to win the battle.

The rockstar moved his hand from your shirt and moved it down to your thighs giving them a tap. You understood what he was doing and jumped up. Eddie caught you and turned around once your legs were wrapped around his waist. He moved quickly across the floor and up the steps heading to his bedroom. When you two made it to his bedroom he pushed through the door and kicked it closed.

Then he moved to his bed and threw you onto it, his touch leaving your body. A whimper left your mouth at the loss of his touch.

“Aw my poor baby, missin’ me already cupcake?” A new pet name but still having the same affect on you as the other ones did. Eddie smirks when he sees it pull a reaction from you. Before you could reply to the older man he was on his bed and hovering over you. He placed his lips back on you, pulling you into another searing kiss. Then he pulled away from your swollen lips and placed them on your neck.

Eddie sucked some of your skin into his mouth, then he released your skin with a pop. Eddie moved further down your chest kissing between your breast, the only skin really showing from your shirt other than your neck. He wrapped his tattooed fingers around the waistband of your pants and underwear and pulled them down your legs as quickly as he could. You watched through hooded eyes as he threw them to the floor and moved towards your center. The metalhead let his tongue out, he started from the bottom licking a long strip to the top to meet your clit. A moan left your mouth.

He pulled back, a smirk on his face as he looked up at you. “I can’t get enough of you, sweetheart. I think I could stay down here forever.” He said, brown eyes still on you. Seconds later you watched him lower his head down between your legs. His lips found home on your clit, he started sucking on it while two of his fingers played with your hole. You moaned again when he slipped in one of his fingers, then added another one.

“Fuck.” You breathed out, throwing your head back into Eddie’s pillow. He smiled and continued to suck your clit. Eddie pulled back, pushing his tongue out and flicking your clit. You felt his fingers curl inside you as he moved them at a faster pace. You could hear the squelching sound as his fingers pushed in and out of you. Eventually he added a third finger inside you, a whimper escaped your lips as he stretched it but felt amazing.

You were close to your second orgasm of the night and Eddie hadn’t even gotten his cock inside you yet. “That’s it, cum on my fingers.” You moaned again, feeling your orgasm hit you again. Eddie pulled back from your clit and slowly removed his fingers from your cunt. Eddie leaned up on his knees, while you watched him lick your slick off them. When you finally managed to come back down from your high you smirked at the man who kneeled in front of you.

“My turn.” You whispered. He watched as you crawled towards him, gripped his shoulders and pushed him back onto his bed. Your hands found their way to his pants and he unbuckled the buckle and button. Your fingers wrapped onto his pants and boxers and you quickly pulled them off throwing them somewhere in the room. You looked back at Eddie’s cock, your mouth falling open. You moved your hand forward wrapping it around his length. He gasped at your soft touch. You placed your fingers at the top of his head and smeared the beads of precum around his cock. Slowly you moved your hand up and down his length, leaning forward you pushed your tongue out and licked a long strip from the base of his cock to the top of his head.

Eddie moaned, staring at you with hooded eyes. “Jesus Christ, baby.” You smiled at the older man, you placed your lips around the head of his cock and lowered down onto him. Eddie’s hands moved to your hair grabbing onto it and moving it out of the way so he could watch you stuff your mouth full of his cock. Your nose touched the hair on his pelvis when you reached it. Eddie watched in amazement as you bobbed your head up and down his length. He was getting close but he didn’t want to cum down your throat not at first anyway. “Wait, wait.” Eddie called out.

“What?” You asked, when you pulled off his cock.

“I would love nothin’ more than to cum down your throat but I need to be inside you right now.” Eddie picked himself up from his bed and removed his shirt. You followed behind him pulling off your shirt and then unclipping your bra to discard them. Eddie flipped you around, a giggle leaving your mouth and something Eddie instantly knew he wanted to hear every day. He hovered over you.

His mouth moved down and took a nipple into your mouth he sucked on it, another moan escaping your mouth, this one different then the last one. Eddie grabbed a hold of his cock as he pulled back from your nipple. He spread the tip of his head through your folds, getting your slick on the tip of his head. Eddie lowered his cock down to your hole and looked up at you. You saw the look on his face and even though he had once been a fuck boy he seemed to had turned into a gentle man.

“Are you?” Eddie went to ask but you were quick to cut him off.

“I'm on birth control and I promise I’m clean.” You answered. He gave a nod of his head.

“I am too, in case you wanted to know. I just want to make sure you feel safe.”

“Eddie.” You breathed out, cupping his face with your hands. He stared into your eyes, it was clear to you that you might have been the first person he’s been with since his wife. “I feel so safe with you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want any of that.” Before Eddie had a chance to reply to you, you lifted your head up from the pillow and kissed him. He kissed you back of course, his lips soft on yours. When you pulled back you stared into his brown eyes. “Now, fuck me, please. I need to feel you inside me.”

“Beg me again, princess.” You could tell this was turning him on.

“Fuck. Me. Please.” The words came out quickly but sharp.

The two of you moaned when you felt Eddie slip his length inside you. “You feel so good, sweetheart.” Eddie lowered his head down in between your neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Eddie gives you a few seconds to adjust to the size of his cock. Your walls are warm and wet and continue to suck him in. When you finally send a nod to Eddie he pulls his body back and slams back into you. Eddie stretches you out, as he continues to pull out and slam back into you. “Your pussy was made for me.”

You moaned loudly, “fuck, Eddie.” He smiles at you as he picks up his pace slamming his hips into yours. The sound of moans and skin slapping on skin is the only thing that can be heard in the room. “Feels so good.” You babbled, getting lost in feeling him inside you. Eddie looked down where the two of you were connected and watched as your pussy sucked him back in again and again every time he pulled back.

“Gettin’ close, sweets?” Eddie asked eyes back on you. You nodded your head, too blissed out to use words. “Aw, look at that, got you all cockdrunk don’t I?” You gave Eddie another nod, just as another moan escaped your lips. He smirked and placed his lips on yours, kissing you passionately. You kissed Eddie back, the metalhead could feel you gripping his cock. “That’s it baby, cum on my cock.”

“Fuck.” You breathed out. Eddie moved his thumb down in between the two of you. It fell on your clit and started rubbing it at a fast pace. “M’ gonna cum.” You cried out.

You released a high pitched moan as you came on Eddie’s cock. You gripped him tightly, Eddie gripped his hand on your hip as his thrusts became sloppy. You were seeing stars like he had promised, and with you having hit your release he fell right behind you. His cum squirted inside you, filling you up. Eddie collapsed on top of you. Gently he removed his cock from inside you, you whimpered when he pulled out leaving you empty.

Eddie watched as his cum fell down onto his bed. He stood up and walked into the bathroom grabbing a cloth and a glass of water. He walked back into the room and set the glass down on the table. You watched with hooded eyes as he cleaned in between you. He threw the cloth near the closet and grabbed the water, handing it over to you. You thanked him and took a gulp of it. When you were finished you placed it down on the dresser and stood up walking over to the bathroom.

Eddie moved around his room grabbing some clothes for you to wear. He wasn’t about to kick you out, though you were certain he was going to because he had done it with people he slept with in the past so you assumed you were no different. When you came back out you looked around for your clothes.

“I guess I should probably get going.” You looked at Eddie, he was standing over by the window with a cigarette hanging on his lips.

“Why are you trying to leave?” Eddie asked, he put the cigarette out and walked over to you, pulling your naked body into him. This didn’t make sense to you in the least.

“I just thought that you’d, you know, want me to leave.”

“Nonsense, sweetheart. I have some clothes you can wear, you’re gonna stay here tonight in my room. If you wanna leave in the morning then you can.”

“Okay.” You smiled at Eddie, watching him smile back at you, the crickles around his eyes getting bigger. Eddie pulled away from you and grabbed a shirt and a pair of his boxers. You slipped into them and climbed into the bed with Eddie following behind you. Once the two of you were under the covers you found yourself being wrapped up in his arms, something you hadn’t truly experienced since your fiance had passed away. “I had a fiance.” You said, you weren’t sure why you were telling Eddie but you wanted him to know.

“Had?” He questioned. The older man watched you turn in his arms to look up at him.

“He passed away 9 years ago today.” You paused thinking of the next words carefully. You didn’t want to scare him off with the next bit of information but for some reason you felt that Eddie wasn’t going to go anywhere. “Before you walked up to me backstage I had asked him to send someone my way, who he thought would be good for me. I’m not saying this to scare you, I'm saying this to thank you, even if you don’t want anything after this night, thank you for allowing me to have something truly good.”

Eddie didn’t say anything, he just stared down at you. His old self would’ve been terrified for something like this. But now, he could see forever with you and he wasn’t quite ready to let that go. His grip on you tightened and he pulled you into his tattooed chest.

“I don’t want to let this go, whatever it is.” You smiled softly, nuzzling your face further into his chest. Eventually the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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