#shana smut

[gr00vyminibus]

Lashana x black fem

Unforgettable

Warnings: smut ofc, mirror sex, choking, overstimulation, breath play, top!reader, bottom!lashana, she kinda becomes a brat mid way, squirting.

Song rec above.

This is just written porn.

[A/N: 😃 can't come up with a summary but this was inspired by the pic of Shana soaking the sunlight with her lil twist out

here you go babe! 💗 @mybonafidefeelings ]

Taglist: @zeezeecave @mybonafidefeelings @masterajoy314 @xenaizogie @blacksapphhicmaddonna

"When you get famous.. will you forget me?"

"I get really honest with alcohol in my system, you want the truth?" Lashana stated as she lowered her glass on the floor.

"Yeah, I can take it."

Your relationship with lashana was as firm as dry foam bricks. You only needed eachother for pleasure and occasional talks like this. She met you in the club as you displayed your charm naturally and Lashana went with it. Not taking your light promises to heart but you got the chance to show her a thing or two.

Near the end of month you got to come over to her apartment, laying with Lashana at the foot of the bed with a grey duvet pulled over your half naked body in lingerie. Neither of you touched any part of yourselves, the only thing you touched was a bottle of wine.

"I can't truly forget anyone I come across, now a name I'd probably forget but all that you made me feel.. no." That was not what you were expecting.

"Would you forget me, when you have all those deals and industries calling for you. Showcasing your beauty on the runway" Lashana questioned with a flaunt tone.

"... Probably. I don't know. You'd most likely pop up in my head when I'm doing certain things that remind me of you."

"Things like what?" She rasped and you looked at Lashana playing with her necklace, her look was curious, eyes round and receiving to what you would say. For once, she wanted to know what you perceived of her outside of sex.

You rolled on your side as a small smile bloomed on her lips.

"It chalks from perfume all the way down to.. the simplest smell in the air. And not that scent after it rains.. it's sweet like ripe watermelons in the summer you know?" She hums and turns on her shoulder as she looks up at you.

When you melt in silence Lashana smirks with a comedic flutter of her lashes "tell me more." You chuckle.

"Certain textures in my mattress might mimic the feel of you," your hand rests on her clothed hip. "Or even words like... laconic. I didn't even know that word existed until I was scrolling through pintrest" you both shared a giggle.

This had to be more, the way Lashana glowed because your company and thought your voice was better than any medicine in the world. Your touch making her feel so safe and so needy when you were gone.

"..You're too sweet"

"Am I?" You raise your brows with a soft smile and she lays flat on her stomach now with her forearms crossed infront of her, her gaze moves to a pair rosewood lips just looking like they want to get kissed on. She makes a low sound of agreement before leaning forward and taking them for herself.

The engagement of your mouths is warm and and plush, puckered lips pushing against eachother before they enclose around another's lip. You place a leg over both of Lashana's and situate behind her while your mouths are still connected and meshing. She just has to crane her pretty neck back and hold the edge of the bed for grounding.

You parted from her as she finally turned her head forward and pushed her twist out curls from her forehead. Her eyes wandering to the sides of her as you ran your hands down her waist under the covers.

"What do you have planned for me tonight?"

"Something different, I don't think we've tried this before but I just want you to look in that body mirror when I slip into you" you informed in the canal of her peirced ear. She smirked and glanced to it, feeling an electric shock of nerves commence in her body when you mischievously met her gaze inside of it.

"Okay" she breathed and bit her lip anticipatingly when your hands spread her knees apart and glided across her ass, her navy blue lace panties were merely slipped to the side as two fingers greeted her slick folds with delicate rubs.

You didn't have to peel back the covers to see or know where certain parts were located, so you used another hand to hold her chin. The radio on Lashana's dresser was playing the perfect music for this moment and she was elated when you gave her two digits in the start.

Her mouth parted as you slowly pumped them in her tight pussy, releasing uncertain breaths and almost uncatchable whines that took partial trips to your ear. All while her deep brown irises were fixated on the mirror.

"Good girl, doing just what I asked of you" your fingers move a bit faster and then a moan finally breaks through the barrier, right in-between high and low. Her sound was moderate and smooth, but they progressed in range over time.

You had Lashana push back with whatever force you delivered and it was wonderful to feel, the hand on her jaw loosened to accommodate her constantly bobbing throat abd she gasped lightly when you squeezed just right.

The growing light-headed feeling pairing with your consistent thrusting in her greedy cunt.

"Y-y/n, shittttt—" she drew out beautifully when you found her special spot.

"Do-n't stop, keep fucking me.. right there. T-there! Yes!" Her voice was like a bell, ringing when you targeted her g-spt more than once. And you were pleased to hear it. You looked in the mirror and it was gorgeous to see Lashana looking out of it, her spirit floating elsewhere but not inside her.

In a body that was limited to immense pleasure, but her eyes were shut tight and if you were in her position you would've done the same. But this isn't really about you. It's about Lashana getting to witness first hand how much of angel she looked while fucking down on you.

"Shana open your eyes." She didn't hear you or rather she didn't want to, drowned in the bliss of your services.

"Can't right– right now" she huffed out with hold still around her neck a pretty vein starting form near her temple. You stopped that restricting stimulation and the one inside of her.

Lashana fluttered her eyes open, "why did you stop?" You shrugged and pulled your fingers out completely, earning a needy and low whine from her. Your figure sat on her thighs like she was horse sattle.

"I mean. If you don't want to look into the mirror.. You'd prefer your head pushed into the sheets then?" Judging by how freaky she was, Lashana actually looked off to the side like she was considering it and her humorous personality came back aswell.

"That sounds fun?" Lashana sounded optimistic and she knew you hated a chirpy mouth in this situation. But you smiled and it tempted her by the way your lips curved with challenge.

Your fingers partially combed through her smooth kinks and Lashana braced herself as you gripped them, a dull sting targetting her scalp.

"Safeword." A chill ran up her spine, a good one though. She needed this Saturday night after a stressful week of auditioning to roles.

"Lilac"

"You have six seconds to breathe, tap the bed twice for a break. Understand?"

"Mmm.. mhm" she closed her eyes when you eased your fingers back inside her succulent walls. It was gentle and flowing with your quiet notes about how good she felt, 'til it wasn't and her face was full of bedding sheets as you set in animalistic pace for her.

Lashana gripped the bed in surprise her hips lifted slightly until they dug into the bed. Her screams were muffled in the pillows as her body slightly rode up the mattress from your force. It went on for nearly twenty seconds until you pulled her back up again.

"You look so ruined already baby, how was that?" She tried speak but it felt impossible so she just nodded with what would you would allow.

Her heavy breath and moans mixed up togther, not knowing which should come before or after. Your pace was still brutal as Lashana moaned out but the time was lessening and you counted down from three in your head before she was pushed back down.

Your estimation on her durability and will was correct, Lashana was so willing to take and receive almost anything. Good or bad. When she resurfaced for the tenth time you were pushing three fingers inside her pussy and her climax was so incredibly close. She reached a hand down and stroked her clit while you were busy.

A helpless groan leaving her raw vocal chords.

"Are you close?" She managed a single word of agreement through clenched teeth as you smiled in triumph.

"Well, I'll be waiting. Make a mess all over my fingers, least you can do is make me proud with how hard you cum?" She whined and you nodded at her, "yeah?"

Lashana greeted the mattress again with a wet kiss and tears. Her body trembling in the same rythym like a broken record. You paid close attention and listened past the wet squelched to hear Lashana finally sing out the limit of her ecstasy. The dam of pleasure breaking to overflow onto the sheets as she spread her thighs wider.

You let go of her hair smacked her ass almost like a congratulation.

She resurfaced with her fingers still on her enlarged clit, feeling unfinished. You massaged Lashana's twitching walls once before drawing them out as you studied her body language. Her knees hiked up the bed as her ass was up and her face down, more so looking at her swollen pussy from a different angle.

"Oh! Oh! Yesssss! Fuckkk.." she dragged her head back to rest against the bed as the splash of her juices made you marvel. You grabbed her thighs and attactched your mouth to her pussy, swiping your toungue horizontal over its clenching entrance.

Lashana's mouth was agape and drooling as you lapped and cleaned her up. Whimpering out to your action mending into gentleness. You darted your toungue out to get one last taste before pecking her pussy.

Your fingers fixing the panties back over her and easing her to lay back on the bed to roll away from the wet mess. Lashana brought a thumb up to wipe her eyes as a smile started to grow on her face. You mirrored it and leaned down to her.

"That was so sexy, you don't even know" she chuckled and weakily held your arm when you kissed her cheek.

"I've never... done that so soon." She covered her face embarrassment and you laughed now.

"Baby that was perfect for me. Come on, let's wash up" Lashana nodded still a bit shy as you scooped her up by her waist. You were glued to her back as you both approached the small bathroom, her arms crossing over your own.

"I don't think I'll ever forget you lashana." She rested her head against your sternum with a smile. Of course you wouldn't.

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[A/N: i know for a fact that Shana smiles after you pleasure her really well, I can feel that in my fucking bones. With that being said, farewell til next time 💗]

[l0tt1emy]

Ghostfacelottie Matthews x Fem!reader

Summary: Lottie isn't wrong for being a ghostface, you're wrong for trying to let her

A/n: Thank you for the 174 followers :(( it's a lot for me, alsoo This is so long and I haven't even finished this..please don't kill me, Maybe I'll make a part2..that looks horrible for me ngl, please don't read this if from the mentioned warnings it seems weird, I thought a lot about writing this ;P no proofhead, bcs lil bro karol it's lazy

Warnings: Smut, Dom!lottie, this summary maybe don't make sense ;P READER IS A FUCKED WITH HEAD PROBLEMS and lottie too, Possessive jealousy, knife play, name written on the thigh, lick blood, masturbation with a (fake) gun, dubcon

This happening was definitely not in Lottie's plans, She definitely shouldn't do that, not to her girlfriend, but who can blame her so much

Lottie was overflowing with jealous, she was always a controlled person, that's in her mind, she hated that things didn't go the way she wanted and had to do something about it.

Her footsteps now resound through your shared dorm with Natalie, this past few weeks Natalie was more intimate than usual, she started talking to you more and asking for help with Travis, about how she wanted to have sex with him or even the things she wanted to do, and lottie didn't seem to like it at all

Your routine was very complicated and you were the busiest person on your team, you had to check the equipment together with Misty, and you were also the person who sometimes played the role of leader when Jackie wasn't there, throwing parties in your dorm. with natalie and letting the girls sleep there, today was not a different day, you were the last one to arrive at the dorm and lottie knew it, leaving her proper dorm 2 hours early to enter your shared dorm and stab natalie 10 times allegedly , she would have already died

But you were too tired to notice that, your heavy steps on the soft carpet that Lottie bought to put on your bedroom door rubbed your feet, and you just went into your room without even talking to Natalie

you just locked your door and ripped off your pants and blouse, putting on a small pair of shorts that didn't hide anything, and wearing a bra as you lay down facing the ceiling, trying to think about anything other than the million tasks for the next day, so the more you thought the more your eyes closed. unconsciously, until you sleep

lottie was on the way to your window as always, when you guys started dating, you couldn't stop having sex, but natalie couldn't see her coming in through the front doors, so she chose to go in through your window open

So the phone rings making your body twitch and scaring you a little because your room is quiet, you turn your body a little towards the headboard still with your eyes closed, unable to find your cell phone so you finally open your eyes, your pupils burning from the small glow in the middle of your room, then you see the name "shana S22" on the screen

sighing dramatically you just drag your finger to the screen, having to repeat the same movement twice "Hello? are you there?" Shauna's strangely hoarse voice sounds softly in the room "What happened?" "Natalie isn't answering my messages" shauna's voice resonates, she seems anxious "I was going to surprise Jackie" she says "she was going to help me" she adds, as if you had demanded

"okay...hm..." You say sleepily and get up, the bed creaking slightly "I'll call her" you say and shauna immediately says "Wait" she says and you raise an eyebrow "what do you want shauna, I want to go back to sleep" the line goes silent, just a breath being heard "Fuck you shaun-" the room window closes and you look back quickly, seeing the window closed, your knees bend with a strange sensation in your belly, but not from fear..

You look at your cell phone and turn it off, throwing it on the bed and quickly running to your window and seeing nothing, what if it's a thief? comes to your mind, why would they rob you now? Then a click resonates towards your closet. Did someones break into your dorm? your thoughts running wild and going to natalie

you quickly open your door running to the other side of the dorm, knocking on natalie's door, silence is what you hear

"natalie!" you call, not wanting to wake the neighbors, nothing is heard, you can feel yourself breaking out in a cold sweat, you couldn't die like this

you knock on the door louder but then a gloved hand pulls your hand making your body turn towards the sound and a burning sensation passes through the side of your neck, a cold round sensation

your face is forced to look straight ahead, your vision blurring with fear and tears burning your eyes

"Shh baby..." a male voice resonates and sends shivers down your spine "look how beautiful you are" the person speaks in your ear and a hand goes to your belly

You should feel scared, but a strange feeling passes through you "Don't worry about that bitch" the person says "she doesn't matter now" the person adds coldly

You start to feel a lump forming in your throat, your eyes twitching as you try to think of something but your mind is foggy with fear and strange feelings, you never thought you would be right now with a killer reaching up and touching you

the person turns you around to face their body, leaving you facing them, their mask giving you goosebumps, the person takes their hands to the waistband of your shorts and you freeze without knowing what to know, the person takes the gun to your head and your lips tremble

" I bet you'd love to be fucked dumb" the person murmurs, the gloved hand coming out of the waistband of your shorts and being taken off, revealing feminine hands??..

The hand goes back up your body and sinks into your panties, and you can't move away, your body locks in place, your eyes looking at the mask, tears blurring your vision "Please let me go" you say, your voice shakes a little, and you expected anything other than a familiar, feminine laugh to brush your neck, you feel the tears growing “I thought you liked this" A familiar hushed voice rings out "I mean" "You seem to like it, you're so wet" the voice rings out teasingly and you feel your cheeks turning pink

you can't recognize the voice that much because the mask seems to muffle it a lot, the hand rubs your clitoris and you put your hand on the person's arm, not knowing whether to move away or bring the person closer, a low moan escapes your lips "I I'd be mad at you if you weren't so hot right now" the voice says, more familiar now, then the hand with the gun drops and your shoulders drop, relieving the tension you didn't even know you had

The hand goes to the bottom of the mask, pulling it up and revealing wavy and slightly messy hair, then when it touches the mask, it is removed and you see a cruel and familiar smile appear in your eyes, your pupils dilating that was Lottie

You burst into tears, unable to believe for even a second that it was Lottie, you try to move away and her hand throws the mask on the floor and grabs your arm, her eyes looked like pins "So is it bad when I reveal myself? You Are you a slut and want to be fucked by a stranger?" she says with a smile "Not for your girlfriend?" she growls

" W-what..I don't want this" you say turning your face away from hers, she presses the gun against your head again "will you shut up and let me do what I want" she hisses with her teeth clenched "or I'll blow your head off" she adds getting close to his neck as she starts kissing him, nibbling and sucking the sensitive flesh, her hand returning to your shorts

She lowers the gun to your abdomen, while her mouth moves to your throat, kissing it aggressively and moving up to your mouth, kissing you desperately, each movement giving you the shivers of the gun rubbing your skin

she kisses you aggressively, without waiting for air to breathe, sticking her tongue in to taste you, not even seeking permission, she puts her hand on your waist and you stagger towards the wall still kissing her, she quickly takes off your shorts and throws them anywhere from the ground and lowering the gun to your core, you immediately startled and moaned, and felt your lower lip being nibbled aggressively

you move and the gun gives the right amount of friction to your sensitive clit, lottie notices this and moves the gun up and down quickly on your clit, you feeling dirty for getting the perfect sensation to cum right now with a fucking gun which was definitely used to kill someone

Lottie reaches up to your back with one hand and reaches for the clasp of your bra, opening it clumsily with one hand, falling to the floor then, you in Lottie's view were like a feast, your hardened nipples beckoned and invited her to taste, Without even waiting a minute, she sinks her lips onto her left breast, sucking it and licking it, making circles with her tongue, then her weapon continues caressing her clit, a strange sensation coming, you couldn't cum just from that, it's a shame

you squeeze the nothing, your pussy desperate for more and your hips fail, swaying unconsciously towards the gun, seeking more friction, Lottie releases your breast with a pop and kisses you again, rubbing your clit harder "Are you going to cum from just this?slut" lottie says with an approving tone, rubbing harder, your hips kept seeking more friction like a slut, within a minute the sensation breaks, your head fogged with no coherent thoughts, you mumble something and grab the Lottie's shoulder to keep from falling while her mouth continues to be used by Lottie

She moves away her weapon which was now a little wet, a stark contrast to her panties which were soaked, if that wasn't an understatement to say so

She squats down and a tsk is heard, she turns your panties aside revealing your swollen and wet folds, Lottie slowly takes two fingers to your entrance and bends them collecting your sperm, she stands up and opens your mouth forcefully, sticking her fingers there inside, you felt disgusting, the taste of your own arousal on your tongue, you suck her fingers without hesitation

Lottie pulls them away and instead uses her own mouth, feeling her arousal herself, she moans dramatically "So good" she murmurs unconsciously

Lottie pulls your hips and lifts you up without any effort, taking you to your room and purposely leaving the door open, she throws you on the bed and gets below you, your face flushes with embarrassment and you close your thighs, being quickly reprimanded, Lottie Slaps her right thigh, which makes her red, then Lottie pulls a small knife from her pocket, her eyes widen "You're going to love this.." she says in a sensual murmur "Love being marked by me" she adds "so everyone knows who your owner is, and it's not Natalie" she ends up taking the knife an inch from your right thigh, you start to prepare for the pain, but then Lottie doesn't move making you sigh in disappointment, a laugh teasing rings in your ears and you feel like sinking into a hole "Please just stop-" a sharp pain soon turned into pleasure passes through your thigh, your clit pulsing in response, Lottie slowly tears your skin, the blood soon getting visible and Lottie smiling in response, she makes the letter L on her thigh and walks away, her thighs inevitably shaking

Lottie blows on the wound and you moan softly, the feeling is very strange

Lottie then opens her mouth her tongue sticking out and licks the wound, her tongue being stained red, Lottie's pupils dilate and she gives a smile "So sweet" she murmurs and licks more closing her eyes, after a moment She takes the knife and slowly drags it across your skin, your thigh shaking in pain, she takes her hand and forces your thigh to the bed, tearing the letter O on it, and taking a moment to admire what she did, her eyes were looking closely at the blood, your pulse quickening

She takes her thumb and rubs it on the wound, the pain slowly penetrating, Lottie raises herself up a little and brings her thumb to your lips signaling for you to open them, and you do willingly feeling the taste of your own blood, the taste was really sweet, Your head goes foggy and you close your eyes as you feel Lottie's weight leave your side

Your mind is too hazy to process and for a second you think you would have passed out if it weren't for Lottie's hand on your waist aggressively pushing you forward, you open your eyes quickly your body twitching as you feel a round tip at your entrance

You open your eyes and see Lottie with a pink strap looking straight into your eyes, for a second you feel like she's going to drill your head with it, until her eyes stray to your core and take two fingers to your entrance, rubbing it teasingly "I'm going to fill you up baby" she whimpers approaching you, your eyes widen when you see the size of the strap, it was too big it wouldn't fit

"Lottie don't-" "yes" she interrupts you "I'll make it fit" she says in a whisper, grabbing your hips and rubbing the tip at your entrance, She pushes in with ease, your hips and hers collide

[bettyfrommars]

I'm on Fire//older!biker!Eddie Munson x artist!fem!Reader//90's au//Part 8

🚨18+Only, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, angst, biker!Eddie, biker!Steve, sexual innuendos, alcohol consumption, mention of financial troubles, falling in love, heartache, talk of commitment, talk of monogamy, casual sex, implied cheating, sex with someone other than reader, betrayal, having a stalker, biker gang, swearing, exotic dancers, reader wears dress and heels, reader wears red lipstick. Word count: 9.5k

Summary: In part 8, you start your new job as a cocktail server at the Velvet Hammer, and a few new characters are introduced. You and Eddie are officially falling for each other, while Eddie recalls a relationship from his past that left him shattered. A jealous ex-lover continues to try and rip the two of you apart, and this time, she might have succeeded. 90's playlist here

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A/N: I'm not sure if it's that time of the month or what, but I cried twice while writing this🙃and not during the parts you might think. Rest assured that biker!Eddie and Reader are endgame. I love being in this world with y'all, and I always look forward to hearing from you! xoxox

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I'm on Fire//Part 8: From Here to Eternity

Day 3 of not hearing from Eddie, and you found yourself staring off into space, trying to calculate what could have possibly gone wrong. The idea that this was the kind of man that he was, that he would just ghost you without a word made your stomach sick. You thought you had developed better radar than that. You’d been listening to way too much Fiona Apple over the past 12 hours, but nevertheless---it was Thursday and you had to get ready for your first shift at your new job.

Shana, the hiring manager at the Velvet Hammer, let you know the dress code and a few ideas for what you should wear. It had to be skimpy and sexy and classy all at once, and at first you worried you might need to go shopping, but then Katie pulled this black latex halter top dress with a zipper down the front out of nowhere, and it didn’t fit her, so she assumed it belonged to her ex. Sure, it was not your signature style, but it gave you a certain Femme Fatale air of confidence that you hadn’t possessed before you put it on. Some of the servers got all decked out in creative makeup and wigs, but you decided to tackle your first day with caution.

You went over and checked the message machine in the living room again on your way out, just in case a call came through in the past 20 minutes that you miraculously did not hear, but the digital red number blinked a big, fat “0”.

Training at the Velvet Hammer was only about an hour long, and you met Jackie, the cocktail server you would be shadowing that night. She raised her eyebrow and gave you a bored look as she chewed her gum, hooking one of her long fingernails into the zipper of your latex dress to pull it down, exposing more of your skin. “That’s better,” she gave an extended wink. “We need those good tips tonight.”

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Meanwhile, Eddie spent the morning introducing the new office assistant around that he hired from a temp service, but then he had to leave to run a tow while Wayne showed her the ropes. The old man hated the suggestion that he needed help, but Eddie basically told him he had no choice. From Here to Eternity by Iron Maiden came on while he was en route back to the garage and his chest clenched, because for some reason, it made him think about you.

He never stopped thinking about you, really. But, if he kept busy with work, and drowned out the voices in his head with loud music and distractions, he could push aside the knowledge that he was already falling for you, and simultaneously come to terms with the fact that he was no good for you, and that you would be better off without him. The nights were the worst. He was back to getting only 3 or 4 hours of sleep, feeling like he had been spoiled on those occasions over the phone when he was lulled to dreamland by the sound of your sweet voice.

He knew in his gut that he was doing the wrong thing by not saying anything to you, but his denial was overshadowing his logic.

The suspension on the tow truck, or lack thereof, made him bounce as he came up onto the sidewalk lip to the driveway of the garage, and it somehow jarred his memory to the fact that your first day at the Velvet Hammer was tonight. He almost barreled right into the back of a car pulling out from one of the parking spots and had to slam on his breaks; he was becoming a hazard to everyone’s health, especially his own.

He needed to get his head on straight.

Fuck it, he needed to see you again.

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You were bummed to find out that Steve was tattooing at the shop, and not working the door that night, but the bouncer replacing him was also a biker who went by the nickname Thumper. He was stocky with big arms, a bald head, and a beard down to his chest. He called you darlin’ when he introduced himself to you.

“I’ll keep my eye on you girls,” Thumper reminded you and Jackie. “But be sure to come and get me if anyone give you any trouble.”

Tall, curvaceous Jackie rested her elbow on Thumper’s shoulder and leaned against him. “Thumper here tossed a guy out in the street for staring at me for too long once. He doesn’t play.”

“Ogling,” Thumper corrected. “The dude was ogling you, and if they’re gonna sit and get a free show to jerk off to later, they better be leaving decent tips for you ladies.”

Outside, there came the unmistakable growl of a gang of choppers coming up the street, and you excused yourself from the conversation to peek around the doorway. A group of Coffin Kings slowed down in front of the Velvet Hammer to acknowledge Thumper with a lift of their chins before speeding along to their destination, but none of them were Eddie.

The DJ played Thunder Kiss ‘65 by White Zombie an hour or so later as a purple and orange sunset blossomed over the mountains and the place started to fill up. A beautiful girl with a baby pink bob of hair got up on one of the stages with a pole and stated to work her magic while you carried a tray of drinks over to a table of four. The Velvet Hammer dancers never went completely topless, but they did strip down to tiny bikini sets that were plenty revealing, and their dance moves were seductively choreographed. The one with the pink bob had on finger-less, fishnet gloves, and a big tattoo on her thigh that you couldn’t quite make out.

You walked away as soon as you set the drinks down for the table, and Jackie snatched your arm.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She asked with a forced smile, talking without moving her lips.

You were genuinely confused, wondering if you somehow messed up on the drink order. “Um, nowhere, just--” you figured you’d get busy filling napkins and straws or something while you waited for more customers to come in.

Jackie pulled you to the side, bending close to your ear so that she wouldn’t have to shout over the music. “Part of the job is to socialize with the customers, honey, make them feel relaxed. Flirt with them, laugh at their jokes even when they are lame as hell,” she checked over her shoulder and smiled at the men at the table in question. “The more they think you’re actually interested, the bigger the tip, usually.”

You were nodding, taking the information in, wanting to do your job correctly. You’d been working in customer service in one way or another since you were a teenager, but, damn, you were horrible at faking interested or forcing conversation with guys you didn’t want to talk to. You hoped it was a skill that you could pick up from Jackie, because she was a magician at it.

You followed her back to the table so that she could introduce you to the group. It was four men, all in business suits, loosening their ties as they greeted you. They were a little older, ages ranging from 35 to 50, and the one who looked like he might be the oldest with a thick head of salt n’ pepper hair made eye contact with you and said he recognized you from somewhere.

God, the last thing you wanted was for a patron to recognize you from the gallery, that would be the worst.

“Probably from here?” You said with a lilt in your voice, trying to mask your bluff, hoping Jackie wouldn’t blurt out that it was your first day.

“No, I don’t think so,” he squinted, sitting back in his chair as he palmed his drink. “I’ve never been here before, so it couldn’t be that. But, I’m really good with faces, especially when one is as beautiful as yours.”

The forward compliment made you uncomfortable and you tucked your chin. He was a handsome older man, you couldn’t deny that. His eyes were such an intense blue, they were almost white, and you could tell from the way his shoulders fit in this suit jacket that he was in good shape and took care of himself. His friends were looking you up and down, and you could almost hear their internal lewd thoughts, but the older man—his name was John—kept polite eye contact with you as you talked. The watch he had on alone was worth at least a couple grand, and they all smelled like they were made of money.

But, none of them were Eddie, and so your banter felt particularly forced.

Thankfully, another group of customers came in and you excused yourself to follow Jackie over to the next table, wobbling for a moment in your heels before recovering quickly by bracing your hand on the back of a chair.

Later, just as John was leaving, a guy celebrating his 21st birthday had one too many tequila shots and tried to climb onto the stage, but his migration was interrupted by Thumper, who charged over to clam a big, meaty hand on his shoulder and remind him of the rules in a way that made the guys face go pale as he plopped back down into his seat.

You were standing at the bar with your back to John, but he came up behind you and touched your elbow. When you turned around to meet his gaze, he pressed some cash into your palm and said, “this is for you,” with a dimple and a wink, before heading out.

The rest of the group collectively left just as much of a tip on the table for Jackie. “A c-note tip on your first day?” She said with a shake of her head and a snort. “Sorry, but I kinda hate you right now.”

“Who was that John guy?” You whispered across the table to her as the two of you bussed the empty glasses.

“I have no idea,” Jackie shrugged. “His friends come in once in a while, but I’ve never seen that sexy DILF before. He had on a wedding ring, but most of the dudes who come in here do. It never keeps them from making a play.”

As the night progressed, there were eventually two girls dancing, one on each stage at opposite ends of the room. Jackie took her 15 minute break to go out into the alley for a smoke while you kept an eye on your tables. The dancers started a routine to Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth, and just when you had managed to get in a decent five minutes without Eddie on the brain, that song brought it all crashing back. You were at the far end of the bar, and when you glanced up to see who was coming in the front door---there he stood in the flesh, as if on cue: Edward Munson.

You blinked a few times, certain that your eyes were playing tricks on you and it was just someone who merely resembled Eddie, like a mirage appearing in the desert after you hadn’t had a sip of water in days. His muscular frame took up space in the doorway, wearing his black leather jacket, and his hair tied back to expose the two small silver hoops in his ear. He finished shaking Thumper’s hand, and then his eyes found yours, and the hint of a smile quivered on his lips. His gaze shifted around the room, taking in everyone in your vicinity, before they returned to you and hovered there.

A giddy breath hitched in your chest as you mirrored his reflexive grin, wholly unable to mask how happy you were to see him. But then, you remembered that this gorgeous dickhead is the one who selfishly left you in the wind for the past 3 days, and with a dramatic flourish of the tray in your hand, you spun on your heel to head in the other direction to check on some patrons near the stage.

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Eddie sat on his chopper with his boots planted wide on the pavement while he smoked a cigarette and stared at the red neon above the door to the Velvet Hammer. The decision to stay away had been to keep you out of Charlene’s cross hairs; to keep you from taking the brunt of this dark, underbelly of a life he had established for himself. As it turns out, staying away from you was too much torture for his raggedy old heart to bear, and that was saying a lot, considering the amount of shit he’d gone through in his life.

He indulged in long drags, sucking in his cheeks, watching people come and go out of the bar, wondering how you would react to him just popping in after days of silence. You knew he didn’t like talking on the phone, and besides---he needed to see your face. There was so much emotion a blind phone conversation could never capture; a lowering of the eyes or a worried brow. He needed to smell you, touch you, and taste your lips; he craved it in the deep corners of his cobwebbed soul.

If there was one thing about Eddie, he was patient when it came to matters of the heart. Matters of his dick were a different story, clearly, but when it came to those rare times in his life when he saw someone as a potential partner, he couldn't just dive in with reckless abandon; he wasn’t Steve. When Eddie loved someone, he handed over his entire heart: all of his loyalty, all of his trust, everything he owned---and that kind of vulnerability was not something he’d been open to feeling for what felt like an eternity.

There had been a woman who was very special to him once, years before you, and it ended with Eddie being hauled off to jail for beating the guy she was cheating on him with to a pulp. He bought a house and moved her in with him; he had a whole lifetime together with her planned in his head. But, there had been clear signs that it was never going to work, including the tiny detail that she never really loved him. Sure, she loved his image, the fact that he was in a band, the way he protected her, but he never felt like he could really be himself around her. He always felt tense and worried, like everything he did would never be enough.

He’d asked himself a million times since then what made him fall in love with her, and the most obvious answer what that he didn’t really know how love was supposed to feel at the time. His whole life, it felt like people were always leaving him, like he was always begging to be noticed and loved, and so her often cold disregard of him felt like familiar territory. Then, one day he comes home early from an overnight run with the Kings to find her taking it doggy style in their bed from this guitarist that Eddie had always considered a friend.

For months, she begged to come back, for him to forgive her, but once Eddie shuts a door, it locks forever. He knew he could never trust her again, which was the most important thing to him, and the pain of that betrayal still lingered like a permanent scar on his heart. In an effort to distract himself, he joined the Coffin Kings charter in Chicago and moved there for a year, fought in an underground bare knuckle ring, and did everything he could to numb himself. That was around the time Steve found out he was a father by way of Oliver basically being dumped at his doorstep, and Eddie realized he didn’t want to miss any more of his honorary nephew’s life.

All of the women he’d been with since then were just futile efforts to fill the void, until you.

So, what are you going to do about it, then, Munson? Just lurk out here on the street all night like a little kid at the fair who’s afraid of the big rides?

He dismounted the bike and stomped out his cigarette nub with the toe of his boot, adjusting the sleeves of his leather. Something made his defenses spike and he looked around the street to see if someone might be sitting in their car, watching him. At this point, he was almost certain that Charlene had paid someone to watch him, because for two days in a row, he’d noticed the same dark red Chevy Cavalier tailing him, staying at least one or two cars back. He didn’t see a car that fit the description parked anywhere near, but whoever it was could be anywhere, maybe even in the building across the street.

Charlene’s unhealthy obsession with him had to run it’s course eventually, she had to get bored and give up at one point. He hoped so, anyway. He couldn’t imagine her dragging this out for much longer, but he also never expected these threats from her in the first place, so he rightfully had his concerns. He thought maybe if he held out a few more weeks, she’d be off on one of her exotic vacations, and she could move on to ruining someone else’s life. But, he couldn’t wait that long to see you, to touch you. Hell, in a couple weeks you might not even want him anymore, and it was a risk he wasn’t willing to take.

There was a chance you might not want him now. There was a chance he’d already fucked everything up.

Thumper was a longtime friend, and he’d been with the Coffin Kings ever since back in the day when Wayne was a patched member. The two smacked their hands together in a signature grip as Eddie crossed the threshold onto the burgundy carpet. Inside the Velvet Hammer was buzzing with music and people and dancers wearing next to nothing on the back stages, people sitting shoulder to shoulder at the bar.

You might as well have been the only one there, though, because you were all he could see: simultaneously loving and hating the fact that you were dressed to kill. He’d never seen you in that color of lipstick before; it was a deep red and he ached to part them with his tongue.

He swore you were about to smile when your eyes met, he caught that adorable glimmer pass over your face and it made his heart still for a beat. But, then it faded just as quickly and you turned away to continue on with what you were doing, giving him the cold shoulder.

This was the first time you hadn’t rushed into his arms since this whole thing started, and it wrecked him. But, he also knew he kind of deserved it.

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Your mouth was moving and sounds were coming out, but you couldn’t remember a word you’d said to the guys at the table in the corner who were still nursing their beers. Your ears were ringing and your adrenaline was surging, flushing a hot wave over your chest. Had Eddie come there to see you? Or was he just there to casually have a drink and get turned on like everyone else?

If he wasn’t there to see you, and he planned on just coming by to hang out once in a while, you’d have to quit. There’s no way you could keep seeing him on a regular basis if this was how he chose to treat you, it would hurt too damn much, and no job was worth that. You had this overwhelming urge to run and hide somewhere, but you couldn’t duck out until Jackie came back, and so you straightened your shoulders and turned to face the music like a big girl.

And there he was: standing at the bar with both elbows hooked on the ledge behind him, boots crossed at the ankles, waiting for you. You could tell that he had just been checking out your ass because of the way his gaze flicked up to your eyes with incriminating speed. His expression was unreadable, but that was nothing new.

Reluctantly, but also, with excitement bubbling in your veins, you made your way over to him, pausing briefly as one of the other servers walked out of the hallway where the bathrooms were. Another song started up, this time it was #1 Crush by Garbage.

“Do you have a break soon?” Eddie swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry at how hot you looked in that strange zipper dress. “Or, I can come back?” His mind couldn’t help but jump straight to the fact that every single dude in the place was thinking dirty thoughts about you, and it made his back teeth clench.

He was there to see you, you thought, your heart soaring. But in almost the same second you realized that he could be there to tell you that this wasn’t working out, that he didn’t want to see you anymore, that he met someone else, that he was moving to Brazil: all of which would be awful, but then at least you could start the process of moving on instead of hanging in limbo. Moving on from Eddie…that sounded like it was easier said than done.

Just then, as your mouth was open about so answer him, Jackie came out adjusting her belt, chewing gum. “Your turn,” she said as she walked between the two of you. “Take a fifteen. Oh, hey Munson,” she added passively at the end, patting him on the arm as she continued around the bar.

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At the far end of the hallway there was a heavy metal door that locked from the outside automatically when it shut, and there was a little wood wedge out in the alley to keep it open a crack. You bent down to push the wedge into place while Eddie put his hands on his hips and stared at the brick of the building across the way so that he wouldn’t get an erection at the sight of your perfect ass up in the air.

On one side of you squatted a big, metal dumpster, and on the other side were a few square crates where employees sat during their breaks, the pavement between them littered with cigarette butts. It was dark, and the only illumination came from a bulb over the door across the way and a streetlamp further down where the alley met with the sidewalk.

Eddie could tell things were different, he could tell you were upset, probably even hurt and disappointed, and he hated that he had something to do with that. All he wanted to do was put his arms around you, but your energy was telling him that you weren’t ready for that.

“I’m sorry…” He hesitated. What was he sorry for? Lots of things. “...for breaking our date and not calling.”

Your tight stomach softened, and your gaze flicked to his after not being able to make eye contact since stepping out of the building.

Eddie hooked his thumbs into his belt loops and looked down at the ground, shuffling his foot. “I had some shit to take care of and I got overwhelmed. But I should’ve said something to you.”

This was starting to be a pattern with him, but you believed that he was telling the truth. It sounded like there was a lot more to the story, but a sincere apology was worth it’s weight in gold to you. You could also tell that he was nervous to be in front of you right then, like maybe you wouldn’t forgive him.

He opened his mouth to say something else and you reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it, making his gaze jump to yours. “Hey, it’s okay,” you told him as he unhooked his thumb from his belt loop and took your hand. “I missed your stupid face, that’s all.”

He gave a soft snort, a sparkle returning to his eyes.

You leaned in, resting your other hand on his chest, relishing the direction this conversation had gone and how safe and whole you felt in his presence. You searched his eyes. “You need to communicate with me if this is ever going to work, okay? I don’t want you to feel like you can’t tell me things. Really, there’s nothing you could ever share with me about your life that I wouldn’t be able to handle.”

He really, really wanted to believe that was true, but the cynical part of him, the part that had learned to keep secrets as a way of life, doubted that anyone was that understanding.

“Come here,” he breathed on the curve of a smile, cupping your neck, and pulling your mouth to his. There were a few tender, sweet kisses, no tongue, and then he brushed his nose across yours a few times, lips brushing yours as he spoke. “I missed this.”

You kissed his bottom lip, and then his top lip, savoring their plump, perfect shape, before resting your head below his shoulder and wrapping your arms around him in a hug, his leather squeaking at your embrace.

You released a long, heavy breath. “I thought you came here to tell me you didn’t like me anymore.”

He kissed your temple. “I never said I liked you,” he mumbled, to which you dug your fingers into his ribs in an effort to tickle him, simultaneously trying to pull away. But, he held you tightly in place, deep chuckles rumbling in his chest. “It’s much more than that.”

At those words, you settled, smile pressed up against him, swooning so hard you felt like you were drunk.

What he had with you was special, and now, in his thirties, Eddie knew how rare this kind of chemistry was. You were the drug he wanted to be strung out on.

This...this was his, and he wouldn’t let anyone, especially Charlene, take it away from him.

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There was a pep in your step when you returned to work, enough so that Jackie commented on it, giving you a side eye. “Who the hell got you off on your break?” she asked rhetorically.

Truly, your break had felt like it was over in a blink, like you and Eddie had only been standing out in the alleyway for a second before you checked your Swatch and had to scramble back inside. He asked if he could wait for you and walk you back to your car when your shift was over, and you were fine with that, but you let him know it would be another hour or so, and he didn’t seem to mind.

Eddie knew a lot of the people who worked at the Velvet Hammer. Or, more precisely, the people who worked there knew Eddie. The bartender that night was a guy who looked like Kurt Cobain and he ignored everyone else to make sure Eddie got what he wanted the second he sat down at the bar. The place was packed by then, but every chance you got, you would walk by and run your hand across Eddie’s back and give him a flirty glance over your shoulder as you schlepped drinks around.

Thumper came over and sat next to Eddie when the night got slow and had a beer with him, and the two went out front to have a smoke and chat about the good ‘ol days.

“Is that new server your old lady?” Thumper asked after a drag on his cigarette. He flicked the ashes to the sidewalk and cocked his head.

Eddie propped his foot up behind him, against the building, wallet chain hanging down his thigh, thoughtfully exhaling gray smoke into the night. “Maybe, if I don’t fuck everything up,” he coughed.

Thumper wheezed in a laughing spasm. “You still sticking it to that rich bitch, what’s her name?”

Eddie stiffened. “That’s been over for a while. Bitch got all Fatal Attraction on me,” Eddie’s vernacular took a turn when he was around the older charter members, it was second nature.

“Man, I wish I was 20 years younger,” Thumper sucked in the tuft of graying hair that was under his lip. “Those were the days.”

Eddie was eager to change the subject. “How is the fourth marriage working out for you?”

“Fifth,” Thumper corrected with a nod. “Divorced Jeanie last spring, married Lorraine a few months ago. No kids this time, I got the snip. One more baby momma would break me.”

As bleak as the conversation topic was, Eddie had an inner warmth radiating through his body, healing him, now that he knew the two of you were back in a good place. He didn’t know if a traditional wedding or kids were things that you wanted, but he saw himself making coffee for you in the morning and bringing it to you in your studio while you worked on a painting. He could see you running out the door to hug him as he dragged himself home after a long day at work. A life together with a porch swing and a view of the sunset, maybe a cat and a dog and some chickens. A big garage for his bike and whatever classic car he was working on at the time.

God, he was getting a head of himself. Did you even like dogs?

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Back in the dressing room at the end of your shift, you and Jackie were both changing out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable when Jackie whipped around in only her bra and panties, startling you as you pulled your shirt on over your head.

“Hold up, you never told me you were Eddie Munson’s girl,” she hushed, giving you a sustained look of awe. “The stories I’ve heard about that cock are legendary.”

The way she sounded when she said it suggested that you should’ve been proud, but the declaration only succeeded in activating your anxiety. You tried not to think of all of the women in town he’d given orgasms to as you tied the laces on your shoes. As long as he was faithful to you, none of that other business should matter. But still, somehow it did. That reminded you, maybe it was time to lay the cards out on the table and have that monogamy talk before you got more invested than you already were.

There were still a few customers hunched over their drinks as you walked out, but the dancers were done, and you said goodbye to Jesse, the bartender, thanking him for all of his help. Jackie gave you a high five, and hugged Thumper before she headed off down the opposite side of the street, high ponytail bobbing.

You smiled up at Eddie who was standing there with his arm out, waiting for you to curl against him so he could wrap it around your shoulders.

“I thought for sure you would’ve ditched me by now,” you told him, slipping one of your hands into his back pocket.

“Nah, you’re not getting rid of me that easily,” Eddie joked, lifting his hand in a wave to Thumper as the two of you headed off down the street.

“Take care of that one,” Thumper shouted. “She’s a good girl.”

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“Are you?” Eddie asked as the two of you approached your car that was parked a block away.

“Am I what?” You asked, stopping to turn and gaze up into his face.

Eddie lifted his chin with a smirk, exposing the tattoo lines that peeked out of the collar of his shirt across his throat. “A good girl?”

You wet your bottom lip with the tip of your tongue and tilted your head. “Depends on who wants to know.”

He pulled took you into his arms for another kiss, eager tongues this time, moans in the back of throats, cock jumping in his jeans.

Your lips came away just enough to speak, your hand cupping his face, the stubble around his jaw prickling your palm. “What about you? Are you a good boy?”

There was a shiver of hesitation on his breath before he answered. “Only for you.”

The two of you were locked in a moment, you could’ve been on the sidewalk, you could’ve been standing on the moon---nothing mattered and you had no concept of time.

But then Eddie spoke up again. “Do you wanna get out of here? Go for a ride? I want to show you something.”

You didn’t have to be back at the Velvet Hammer until Saturday, and the thought of getting on Eddie’s bike again gave you excited goosebumps.

Eddie started opening the strap on one of the black leather saddlebags on the back of his chopper once the two of you arrived, and you stood back and watched as he pulled out a second bare bones helmet, the top shiny like the round edge of a bowling ball.

“I got this for you,” Eddie said, passing it over. “It should fit better than mine.”

You were speechless for a moment, looking down at it, touched by the thoughtful gift. “Thank you, I love it,” you whispered. He placed it on your head and adjusted the strap under your chin, diligently making sure it fit correctly.

“Is it too tight?” He asked, making sure the sides weren’t pinning your ears.

“It’s perfect,” you nodded.

He straddled the bike. “Do you remember how to get on?”

But you were already grabbing onto the back of his jacket and swinging your leg over. You’d been practicing getting on the back of Eddie’s bike in your dreams.

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You clung to him as the two of you sped along in the dark, your fingertips meeting at his stomach, chest glued to his back, core locked to his tailbone. He had on a pair of clear, protective glasses to keep the bugs from blinding him, and every so often, he would reach one hand down and put it over yours as the bike wound up the hill. You’d kiss the exposed skin on the back of his neck between his hairline and the collar of his leather, and he’d squeeze your thigh.

The spot he wanted to you to was a grass ledge near a line of cherry blossom trees that overlooked the city. He pulled out a thin blanket from one of his saddlebags and stretched it out over the grass. Lights down below twinkled like stars and you took your new helmet off to get comfortable next to him.

“Yep, it’s ugly,” you joked, referring to the spectacular view.

Eddie stretched his legs out in front of him and braced himself on his hands. “I knew you’d hate it just as much as I do,” but then there was a sliver of hesitation, his foot moving back and forth as he considered if he should say it or not. “I’ve never taken anyone up here before.”

Summer was fast approaching as far as the temperature went, but the nights were still chilly, and you had a sweatshirt on, but his proximity and the tone of his voice was rapidly throwing coals on the fire in your circulatory system.

Things progressed quickly. One second, you were laughing at a joke he made, and the next---your lips were on each other, hands roaming over each other’s bodies, heat throbbing between your legs. You were trying to push his jacket off, but Eddie sat up and removed it in a flash, tossing it on the bike with a twist of his wrist.

You rutted your hips against him a few times, but you could sense the hesitancy he had for whatever reason, and you took hold of his hand to move it down to your core, enjoying the growl he let out when he latched on to the wet heat already permeating through your jeans. You clung to his neck as he unzipped them, and you wiggled your hips out so he could slide his hand in. He paused only to take his rings off of his H-E-L-L-F-I-R-E knuckles, and then his fingers dipped back down to curl inside your underwear, slipping into the gushing arousal he found there, groaning against your mouth.

His thick fingers rolled in circles over your anxious nub. “Is this mine?” He asked in a throaty whisper, pressing his forehead to yours, waiting for you to answer.

Saliva got stuck in your throat but you whimpered a yes. He starts to slip his fingers down through your folds and you quiver as he travels deeper, aching to penetrate you, but you catch his wrist, stopping him from going any further.

“I have to...to say something,” you breathed.

Eddie pulled his hand out and rested it on your thigh, and brought his face back so he could see your eyes as you blinked at him under the moonlight. “You can tell me anything, baby.”

You planted a kiss on his chin, feeling nervous for some reason when it came to setting your boundaries. “I can’t be intimate with you if you’re also doing this with other women. I need to know that we’re…” you struggled with how to word that. Demanding some large scale commitment from him might come off as getting ahead of yourself. “I need to know that you and I are something special and there’s no one else,” you paused to lick your lips, eyes lowered to the neckline of his shirt.

Nothing you said could’ve pleased Eddie more, and his attraction to you intensified ten fold in that moment. He used the crook of his finger to tilt your chin up, encouraging you to meet his eyes. “There’s no one else. There hasn’t been anyone else since the barbecue at Robin’s house.”

It was on the tip of his tongue to add, “if you’re my girl, there will never be anyone else,” but he didn’t want to come off as smothering, or make you feel uncomfortable with the intensity in which he was capable of devoting to you.

Relieved, you brushed his cheek with your thumb. “Trust and monogamy are really important to me, I need to know I can trust you,” your eyes met, searching deep, and he pulled your hand to his chest. “You’re the only one I want to be with, and I think we could---”

But Eddie’s lips found yours with a new level of need as he wholeheartedly agreed, so caught up in his growing feelings for you that he didn’t have the words to express them. He could ramble on about cars and music and bikes all day long, but when it came to feelings like this? He was struck dumb.

“I want to taste my girl,” he choked out, helping to work your jeans down with his hand as you kicked them down and off, keeping your mouth on his while your hand clutched his hair that had fallen from the tie and was loose around his shoulders.

“I want to be in your mouth, baby,” you gasped as he met your eyes and then made his way down, lifting your shirt to kiss your stomach, tongue darting out to tease your flesh, face stubble tickling.

A purr escaped his throat as his mouth found its destination and he planted kisses on the outside of your soaked underwear, down your slit, and then he peeled them to the side with his finger, darting his tongue in just enough to make you writhe.

“You can...take those off…” you breathed.

He kissed your inner thigh. “You let me take care of it,” he told you in a deep voice, as he continued on with his business.

His tongue dove in to penetrate you a few times, swallowing, groaning, “fuck, you taste so good,” his hot breath fanned against you as his cock begged for release, his hips rocking against the ground.

The need to be inside of you was overwhelming; painful, even, but he hadn’t brought any condoms with him, and he didn’t know how you would feel about being that close to him this soon in the game. The thought of getting you to cum in his mouth already had his cock leaking.

For some reason, the way he pulled your underwear to the side was turning you on even more? He sucked your clit in and flicked it with his tongue, moaning against you, and it made you arch your chest, exposing your throat to the cherry blossoms above as you cursed. He drew a few long licks along your slit, and then you felt a finger go in just as your fingers dug into the grass on either side of the blanket.

“Are you mine?” Eddie asked between sucks, sinking another finger in.

Crickets made their music all around as the soft hush of the town life below drifted up in the darkness.

“I’m-I’m all yours, baby,” you stammered, forehead clenched.

Eddie’s fingers found a rhythm, moving long and deep in fast strokes as his mouth found the perfect spot that made you hiss, “right there right there,” and he kept working until he could feel your tight walls start to clench around his fingers.

“You’re so good, baby,” you were mumbling, barely coherent now as a strangled cry escaped your lips and your hips fucked into his hand and Eddie’s pelvis fucked the ground, and your eyes started to roll back in your head.

“Eddie, Eddie, cum-cum-cumming,” you jerked as the velvet walls crashed around you, limbs popping spasmodically, whimpering his name.

Eddie pressed his mouth against your core, one hand around your thigh to pin you against his tongue so that he could drink every last drop, riding the high with you until he knew your nub would be too sensitive, and then his tongue returned to your hole a few times, moaning with pleasure at the sweet nectar of your release.

And then you were pulling him up, coaxing him into your arms, your mouth eager to find his and taste your spend on his lips. He wrapped the side of the blanket around you to keep you warm as you rolled against him, both lost in an oxytocin high, muttering words of affection to each other.

Both falling hard under the adoring pink eyes of the cherry blossoms.

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The next day, someone knocked on the door to the women’s restroom at the Velvet Hammer because it was locked, and Steve’s head sprang up from between the thighs of the woman he had propped up on the sink counter.

“Ocupado!” he yelled in Spanish, lips and chin glistening in the dim red light.

The woman with the short skirt shoved up around her waist and her feet planted on his shoulders whined, “Don’t stop, Stevie, I’m close,” which made Steve’s mouth lunge forward again with unbridled enthusiasm.

About a minute later, she came, while grabbing his hair and telling him no one ever made her cum that hard. She was a yoga instructor, and they’d only met up a few times so far, but he was already thinking about getting her name tattooed somewhere on his body.

As they were cleaning up, there was another knock at the door, this time it was more of an aggressive pounding, followed by the voice of Jackie, one of the servers. “Telephone call for you, Casanova!” She swatted the door a few more times with the palm of her hand.

Steve let Mary the yoga instructor go out first, and then he followed after a ten count, tucking his shirt in and slicking his hair back as he went. Mary went to the bar to wait for him. It was almost 9:30 and he was getting off early that night because there was another bouncer there, and it was slow for a Friday.

Steve ducked in behind the bar and yanked the receiver to his ear. “Yeah, this is Steve? Whadda ya want?”

It was you, and by the sound of the gentle sucking in of breath and tremor in your voice, you had been crying. Your voice was a tiny mew. “Steve? Have you seen Eddie tonight?”

At the dire tone of your voice, Steve curled into the corner of the bar and put a finger in his other ear so that he could hear you more clearly. “I haven’t, but I should put an ankle monitor on him. Are you okay? Are Oliver and the girls okay?”

You cleared your throat, about to try and explain, but then just said, “Everyone is fine. I’m sorry to bother you. I have to go,” and then you hung up on him, sobs jerking in your chest.

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Earlier that same evening, Robin and Oliver came over to have a pizza night with you and Katie at your place, and then Robin and Katie cuddled in front of the TV while you and Oliver spread out at the kitchen table to make some art.

You had been messing around with some watercolor pencil sketches when they first arrived, and Oliver was mesmerized. He sat as close as he could to you and asked if he could help. You brought out a bunch of markers and crayons and brushes from your studio, and the two of you worked in silence for periods of time, just enjoying the craft. He was a creative, intelligent little boy, and the latent motherhood genes in your DNA made you feel very protective of him. Mess with you? Fine. Mess with Oliver? I will end you.

His concentration reminded you of a younger you, honestly, and a couple times he mentioned his Uncle Eddie and your heart swelled.

Speaking of Eddie---last night, after he made you cum like a banshee, you got dressed so he could take you back down the hill to your car. You called him once you got home, like he asked you to, but you hadn’t heard from him since. Fridays were always busy for him at work, never mind the rest of the shit he had to deal with, so you weren’t too worried about it. He’d probably call you later when he was in bed. There had been a palpable shift, and things were different between the two of you now. You were both on the same page, each committed to a mutual respect for each other.

By the end of the evening, when there was only a few crusts of pizza left in the box, Oliver gathered the handful of artwork he’d created on your sketchbook paper, and slid them over to you as if he was making a business deal.

“Can you sell these in your gallery?” he asked, bending one of his small fingers into the stack. “That way I can help my mom pay some bills.”

For more reasons that one, you started to tear up. You turned your head away to sniff and ran your finger under your eyes, blinking as wide as you could to keep the waterworks at bay.

“Ollie,” Robin said softly. She had just been coming up behind him when he said that, and her eyes met yours. “Things have been a bit stressful lately, but I never told him to---”

“I wish I could,” you nodded, composing yourself, turning to smile at Oliver. “These drawings are worth way too much, though, our gallery could never afford them.”

He looked thoughtfully down at the stack and shuffled them, smiling to himself, and then he pulled one out and passed hit to you. “This one is you and uncle Eddie. You can keep it.”

You were suddenly so emotional. Was your period close? Was someone cutting onions?

The picture he drew with watercolor pencils and charcoal and crayons was a tall stick figure with long, wavy dark hair holding hands with a big pink heart with arms and legs, but no hair or other defining characteristics. An orange oval with legs and a round head to represent your cat Charlie, and there were “m” shaped birds and a sun in the sky.

You thanked Oliver, swallowing back a hitch in your chest, and immediately went over to put his artwork on the fridge, wiping your wet cheeks.

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Robin and Oliver had been gone for 20 minutes or so, and you and Katie were wrapped up on opposite ends of the couch watching a horror movie in the dark, candles burning on the coffee table, when the doorbell rang.

It didn’t just ding once: whoever it was blasted their finger onto the button a good 6 or 7 times before they let up.

“What the hell,” you murmured, pausing the tape as you got up, prancing to the door, hoping that it might be Eddie.

You peaked through the peephole and was confused to see no one there. Your eyeball was scanning around for other signs of life when it landed on a manila envelope on the doormat.

“Where you expecting some mail?” You called to Katie, and she got so curious, she jumped up from the couch to come down the hall and see what made you ask that.

She checked the peephole to take a look at the envelope and the surrounding area. Down the street, you heard a car engine start up.

You backed up, worry creasing your brow. “Leave it. I have a bad feeling.”

Katie threw you a look over her shoulder before she unlocked the door and swiftly bent down to snatch the envelope before reeling back inside and clamping the locks down again.

“It has your name on it,” she said, handing it to you.

Sure enough, on the front was your full name in block letters, and on the other side was a sealed lip held in place by an aluminum tab.

Just then, a dark red Chevy Cavalier crept down the street without its headlights and eased onto the main road, out of sight.

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Eddie was at the garage finishing up until 6, and then he had a beer with Bones, who was also a Coffin King and one of his mechanics, and then he went over to Wayne’s to help him install a new cabinet in his bathroom. He made them both some tomato soup and grilled cheese for dinner, and it got him wondering if you would like it if he made it for you.

It was getting late, and he almost called you from Wayne’s, but decided it would feel good to take his boots off and lay down first. He’d let you know the night before that you might not hear from him until late; he was determined to be a better communicator and not let you down again.

He yawned as he entered his apartment, locking the door behind him and throwing his leather on the back of the sofa.

The new answering machine that he had picked up from Radio Shack on his lunch break, and set up at your request, was blinking that he had 2 new messages, but it wasn’t something he was used to checking, so he cracked open a beer and hopped in the shower first.

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Once you saw what was in the envelope, denial was the first stage you jumped to.

“But, what are these?” You spread them out on the kitchen island, shock clamping down on your brain so that it refused to process the information in front of you.

They were 8x10 photos, taken with some type of high-powered camera...of Eddie. In his apartment. With two different women on separate occasions. All taken within the past couple days.

How did you know that they were taken within the last couple days? Whoever took them didn’t want to leave you with any room for doubt, and so they were holding up the front page of the paper for that day to mark each incident.

But, you knew Eddie so well, that detail would not have been necessary.

In the ones where he was in nothing but his boxers, kissing Erica in the hallway, you could see the markings from the love bite on his neck that you had accidentally given him over the weekend when he came to pick you up at the gallery.

In the second set of photos, where a tattooed redhead you didn’t recognize was behind him on the bed with her arms wrapped around him---he was in the exact same t-shirt he’d worn last night with a smudge of your red lipstick on the white collar. From when you were both under the cherry blossoms. When he promised that you could trust him and there was no one else. After you opened yourself up to him and let him take a piece of you.

“Who would do this?” Katie said in a hush, almost to herself, picking up each one to look at it closer. “Why would someone do this?”

“There must be a mistake,” you mumbled, your nervous system crashing, feeling lightheaded.

Katie swallowed and put down the photo she was holding, giving you a look that was full of sadness and concern. “How could it be a mistake, though? That is definitely Eddie.”

Feeling yourself about to lose it, you scrambled to pull all of the photos together and hurried down the hall to lock yourself in your room. Once inside, you clutched the photos to your chest and slid down the door until you were on the ground, shaking, choking on tears.

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The older man with the salt n’ pepper hair and crystal blue eyes returned to the Velvet Hammer on Friday evening just to see if you were working. He had a whiskey sour at the bar and asked after you, but was told you didn’t have a shift that evening. Steve overheard the conversation he was having with the bartender and went over to him.

“She’s a friend of mine,” Steve raised an eyebrow, rolling a toothpick between his lips. “Why are you asking about her?”

John turned on his bar stool and shook Steve’s hand, white teeth brilliant against his tan skin.

“She waited on our table the other day, and, it took me a while, but I finally realized where I knew her from.” He paused to extend his hand and ask Steve if he could buy him a drink, but Steve declined.

John opened his wallet to pull a business card out. “I bought some original art from her at an outdoor market a few years ago. She’s a brilliant painter," he met Steve’s bored gaze, seemingly unaffected by the intimidation factor that he usually had on people.

He handed Steve his card. “I’d love to commission another piece from her, if she’s willing. Do you think you could have her call my office?”

Steve inspected the card, turning it over.

“I wrote my personal line on the back,” he continued. “I’m usually at work, but my secretary always knows where to find me.”

Steve knew that you’d be glad for the extra cash, so he slipped the guys card in his back pocket instead of throwing it away like he normally would.

“I didn’t catch your name?” John asked Steve.

“That’s because I never threw it,” Steve returned, introducing himself.

“Good to meet you, Steve,” he nodded sincerely. “My name is John. John Gregson.”

Steve had already read his name on the business card and was still trying to figure out why it sounded so familiar as he watched him get into a black Mercedes across the street.

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Eddie was in his gray sweats, drying his hair with a towel when he finally noticed the number 2 flashing on the machine. He pushed play absently as he went to sit on the bed.

The first message sounded like a strangled gasp and then a sniffle, and it made his head snap up, both hands holding onto the blue towel around his neck.

“...Eddie…” it was you, and he could tell you were in distress, and you’d been crying. He leaned forward to hover over the machine, his brow clenched. There was a stretch of time where you were struggling to speak and only managed to swallow a few times. “….why would you do this to me?” Then another pause when it sounded like you were whispering whywhywhy over and over under your breath.

You finished with, “This hurts so bad...." And then there was a click and the message abruptly stopped.

Eddie’s head was reeling, fear and worry jack-hammering in his veins.

His eyes wide and frantic, he picked up the receiver to call you, but then the second message clicked on.

The sound of Charlene’s voice spiked with amused laughter sent a dagger into his gut:

“I warned you.”

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Part 9

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[whiskeyncoke-redux]

Big News

Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: The Reader has some news she wants to tell Chris but is waiting for the perfect time.

Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY Minors DNI -  Mentions of pregnancy

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You had big news, the biggest actually, but you had no idea how to bring it up to Chris. How do you tell someone something this big, this life changing? You had planned on telling him when he had gotten home, but things got so busy you never had the chance. And you wanted the perfect chance. The moment had to be right.

You figured today would be right. So far you had nothing planned, so you could get him alone and tell him your news. Right when you were rehearsing what to say he popped his head in your bedroom.

“Hey, Y/N?”

You stopped in mid-sentence, hoping that he didn’t hear you talking to yourself. “Yeah, babe, what’s up?”

“Scott’s just invited us to a party at his place.”

You groaned, there went your plans for the day; and you really didn’t want to go out. You hadn’t been feeling well lately.

“Oh, c’mon, you love Scott and Shana will be there too.”

“Yeah, I was just hoping we could stay in today. We haven’t had much time together lately.”

“I know, but it won’t be a big party. Just a few people. We won’t stay long, I promise.”

You sighed and looked down at your sweats and Chris’s old Patriots shirt you were wearing. “Okay, give me a minute to get ready.”

You’d just have to find another time.

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Well, he was right, it was a pretty laid back party. His brother had just invited some of his friends over and you all were just hanging out talking, drinking and eating. It was nice, but you couldn’t fully enjoy it because you really wanted to tell Chris your news. Plus you couldn’t really drink anything.

“Hey, Y/N.” You turned to see Shana standing there, holding one of Chris’s nieces in her arms. “Can you watch her for a sec? I gotta step out and make a call.”

“Yeah, sure.” You held out your arms and the little girl reached out for you eagerly.

You loved kids. Playing with them was so much fun and this little girl was one of the cutest you had seen. She smiled her gummy smile at you and you felt your heart melt. You honestly couldn’t wait to have one of your own.

As you walked around with her, bouncing her in your arms and talking to her, Chris watched you with his brother. He had a sort of wistful smile on his face.

Scott looked over at him. “Okay when are you two gonna start having a family of your own? You’ve been married, what, two years? Don’t you think it’s time?”

“You know I do. How long have I wanted kids? But I don’t wanna push Y/N into something she’s not ready for. Besides you know she’s focusing on her career now and I don’t want to interrupt that.”

They looked up at a high pitched squeal from their niece. You were making faces at her now and you both were laughing in delight.

“Looks like she’s ready to me.” Scott said simply.

Chris didn’t say anything, taking another sip of his beer and watching you across the room, still smiling.

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You were laughing at Chris as he stumbled through the door. He had had one too many beers and he was being silly. You had driven home and listened to him drunkenly babble on about something or other his friends had done at the party.

You were still trying to figure out how to tell him the news you had, when he said something that really caught your attention.

“Oh and you won’t believe what Scott said to me.” He slurred slightly. “We were watching you play with Lizzie and he asked when you and me were gonna have a kid.”

You laughed. “And what did you say?”

“I told him that I wanted a kid. You know I do. But I don’t wanna force you. I know it’s a big deal and everything.”

“True.” You agreed.

“But like, I really, really do want one, Y/N. Not that I’m pushing you or anything. But, you know, when are we gonna try? No rush. But you know…”

You had put a finger on his lips to quiet him. He was really babbling now.

“You know, how ‘bout we talk about this when you’re sober?”

“Yeah, yeah sure. I just want you to know that I want one but I’m not forcing you or anything.”

“I know, baby.” You laughed. “Let’s get some sleep, hm?”

“Okay… not pushing you or nothing.”

You pushed him into the bedroom, laughing at him still babbling about wanting a kid but not rushing you.

“We’ll talk in the morning, okay? Promise.” You crawled into bed next to him.

“M’kay. In the morning.”

Next thing you knew, he was snoring lightly.

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When you rolled over in the morning, you had made up your mind to just tell him. Any time would be the perfect time. Trying to make it special was just prolonging it. Chris was still sleeping, mouth slightly open. You chuckled to yourself.

You made to get out of the bed, when he woke up.

“Morning, sunshine.” You said to him. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good.” He mumbled.

“So what do you want for breakfast?” You asked, scooting over closer to him and laying your head on his chest.

“I want to talk about last night.” He said.

You looked up at him. He had a serious look on his face. “What about last night?”

“You said, we’d talk about kids in the morning, and it’s the morning.”

“Okay.” You settled back on the pillows. “Let’s talk.”

“Alright, umm.” He paused, turning over to look at you. “I don’t really know what else to say. I mean you know how I feel. You know that I want a family, but I know how important your career is. I don’t want you to feel like you have to stop just because I want a baby.”

You nodded.

“But it is a big deal to me. We’ve been married two years and I know we’ve talked about having a family.”

You nodded again. “We did.”

“So, I mean,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “What do we do?”

You were quiet for a minute. “Well, I think the answer to that question is simple. We have a baby.”

“Are… are you serious?” He began to get excited.

“Yeah. I am.”

“Wow, okay umm when? I mean we can get started working on that now if you want.” He said and reached for you, pulling you back to him.

You laughed and kissed him.

“Oh, okay so we’re starting now.” He said against your lips. He moved his hand down to your waist pulling up the old shirt you wore to bed.

You threw your leg over him and straddled his hips and looked down at him. “Well, we don’t have to start right now.”

He sighed, laying back on the pillows, his hands rubbing your thighs, a slightly disappointed look on his face.

“No?”

“Nah,” you said. “I think we should wait on this first one.”

He looked up at you in confusion.

“First one?”

“Yeah, I mean wouldn’t make sense to try for a baby when we already have one on the way. Seems a little excessive, don’t you think?”

You looked down at him, your head cocked to one side, waiting for the news to settle in his mind.

When he finally made sense of what you said, his whole face lit up. “We… we’re gonna have a baby? Like now? You’re pregnant?”

“Yes. And Yes!”

“I’m gonna be a dad?”

You started laughing at him. “Yes, baby, you’re gonna be a dad.”

He sat up so fast he almost toppled you over. You grabbed onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Oh my god.”

“I know right?” You smiled down at him. “So I guess we don’t have to try…”

“Well, no… but we can celebrate.” His hands playing with the hem of your shirt that was up over your hips.

“I like that idea.” You said as he lifted the shirt over your head leaving you in nothing at all.

He cocked an eyebrow at the fact that you had nothing on under your shirt. You giggled at the expression on his face and kissed him sliding your tongue past his lips to deepen the kiss.

As you kissed him he lay back to wiggle out of his sweats and boxers. You lifted your hips to give him room to move. Once his clothes were clear, he grabbed your hips and lowered you slowly onto his hardened dick. You were already so wet from the kiss. You moaned at the pleasurable feel of him inside of you, filling you up.

You began moving up and down on him slowly, enjoying in the feel of him moving in and out of you. You started moving faster, your hands on his chest for leverage, his hands gripping your hips to help you maintain your pace.

He sat up, and kissed you again, deeply. He slid his hands up from your waist to your back, pulling you a bit closer. You kept moving against him, feeling yourself coming closer to your climax. All the while Chris was whispering in your ear.

“Come on, Y/N, baby. Let go. I feel you. Cum for me baby.”

He sld one hand between your bodies to play with your clit. Since it was so sensitive from the friction of your bodies, his touch sent you over the edge and you came with a loud moan of his name.

He rolled your bodied over, so he was on top of you and began moving in and out of you faster. Still stimulated from your orgasm, every drag of his dick inside of you caused you to sigh in pleasure. He was close, you could tell. The thrusts of his hips were becoming erratic. With a groan he came and collapsed on top of you.

After a second he realized he might be crushing you and your unborn child and hastily rolled off of you with an apology. You chuckled and told him it was okay.

You both lay there the thought of the news you had told him still swirling around you. You were about to be parents and there was so much to do.

He rolled over on his side. “This is really happening huh?”

“Yeah it is,” you said smiling.

He scooted over to you and raising himself up on his elbow, looked down at you. “I can’t believe it.”

He placed his hand on your stomach.

“Dad. I’m going to be a dad.”

[scribblecake]

How I've Missed You

Warnings: NSWF, swearing.

@zeezeecave @shanas-baby @blkbinz @imjusthere2readbruv @mybonafidefeelings @xenaizogie

what even is proofreading at this point?

Pure smut. No plot. Just smut.

I have no excuse. Enjoy(?)

~***~

Rain showered down upon red dirt. Thunder rolled and crashed as cool water washed over thirsting greenery. Nanisca welcomed the calming droplets. They left chilled streaks across her heated flesh while she made her way through thick underbrush.

Hushed determination fueled rippling muscle to move silently over mossy stones, over fallen trunks, and then finally through a gurgling creek. Nanisca only stopped when she came to a small cottage covered in blooming vines. Elation tugged a smile to stoic lips and the general sauntered to its carved front door, giving it three rapid knocks.

Shuffling, then a loud bang followed by a harried “Get lost! We’re closed!” came from within.

Nanisca bit her lip to keep from chuckling. “Even for me?”

Another bang, the clinking glass bottles,  then frantic scrambling sounded from behind the door before it was hastily swung open. Peering up at her was a short, slender woman with shoulder-length braids. Bits of dried most and leaves clung to her braids. A variety of mystery concoctions smeared her clothes. Deep brown eyes peered up at Nanisca from thick lashes. Both women froze for a moment. Eyes locked and, for a moment,  it was as if the very Earth had stopped breathing…

Then there was an explosion of motion.

Lips crashed together, hands found purchase in muscled curves, bodies locked together like puzzle pieces. The two pulled apart. Breathless gasps steamed the air with a pleasant tension. Anticipation, longing, excitement. So many energies crackled like lightning in the storm between them.

Wordlessly, Nanisca was pulled inside and roughly pushed onto a plush pile of blankets. She couldn’t hold it this time. A chuckle escaped her lips at her lover’s urgency. However when rolling onto her back she was met with an unexpectedly angry glare.

“I haven’t heard a word from you in six months, you ass!”

Nanisca’s smile dropped. “I know…”

“I’ve fucking missed you!  I’ve been worried sick!” 

The general flinched at the raw pain in her lover’s voice. She hadn't meant to go so long without visiting. But battle, politics, and duty kept her away. The few times Nanisca had to herself, she had been far too exhausted and bruised to make the long trek into the jungle. Her hand reached out to pull her love down into her arms.

“Apologies my darling dove… the palace has been nothing but chaos as of late. Not to mention new trainees that demand the rest of my time, attention, and energy... but I’m here now~” As she spoke, Nanisca placed tender kisses to her love’s collar bones. An unamused hum greeted her in response.

But mere proximity to her love clouded her mind. Nanisca boldly let her strong hands grip at silken thighs. She prayed all that she couldn’t say would translate through her touch. Brown eyes gazed down at her full of warring emotions. Relief, anger, joy, and love, love, love.    

Velvety lips kissed at the corner of the warrior’s mouth. “I love you Nani, but for fucks sake!”

Nanisca chuckled lowly before fully entangling herself in her love’s warm body. 

“Oh dove. You know not of the pain I had to endure. I’ve had to go about my days aching for you, but unable to drown in you.”  Plump lips ghosted over the shell of an ear before the general nipped at its lobe. “I’d love to show you just how much I’ve missed you~”

~***~

“Mh, again~” Nanisca husked. Sweat dripped down her toned body as she panted and rested her chin on her love’s shoulder. Kisses littered every inch of skin available. A sly tongue even made an appearance. It dragged hotly over the soft expanse lain bare before it.

“A-again? Darling, I don’t think I can- mh!~ ... t-that was already m-my fourth…” 

Nanisca gave a gentle coo. Her hand came up to work tantalizing patterns on heaving and sensitive breasts. “And I can give you many more. Would you like that, dearest?”

Her lover squirmed in her lap. A lustful ‘yes’ escaped the flushed and sweaty woman. “Mmh, but a small rest first.”

Nanisca couldn’t help but smirk to herself. How lucky she was to have such a beauty desperately needy for her. Reluctant hands withdrew themselves as shuddering forms shifted to sit upright.

Outside, the rhythmic driving of pouring skies added a comfortable layer of static to fill the space. Rain combined with the heat of the day resulted in steamy heat in the small cottage. Sex saturated the air with its heady scent. Wanton desire and passion ignited to near sinful levels, leaving Nanisca wanting to make a mess of her woman all over again. 

Yet she forced herself to stay still. Instead the warrior shifted to grab a jug of water that was kept to the side of the bed and passed it to her love. Sensual calm spread over the duo as they caught their breath. Though throbbing heat persisted in Nanisca’s core. It begged for attention. Demanded it.

“Dove, I’d very much like to have you again.”

The other woman paused. A sparkle that the warrior knew all too well, shimmered in her eyes. Then a hand lifted, “Come and take me then, warrior.” she breathed with a crook of her finger.

Lust coiled and Nanisca sprung to action. She surged forward, all rippling muscles and impatience. The next few hours were spent with both women completely entangled in one another. True to her word, Nanisca showered her sweet dove with release after release while basking in touch herself. 

The warrior lost herself in the pleasure those gentle hands gave her. They clawed at her back, caressed sweetly at her jaw, twisted her budding nipples and made her feel the love she craved. Her hands slid down slender legs to grab them at their ankles. Kneeling on her knees she hooked the legs up and over her shoulders.

Her love now lay half suspended with her glistening cunt presented to the ceiling. Nanisca wasted no time in burying her face in the sopping folds. Fervent sucks and an agile tongue filled the room with sinful music. Each desperate lap was harmonized with wet slurping that drove them both wild.

Eyes rolled back. Breathy moans split the air. The general let the sticky sweet nectar coat her mouth. She fully submitted to it. How she missed this taste! Nanisca let the sapid juices soak her cheeks and chin before fixing her lips around a swollen clit. Her cheeks hollowed with suction, ripping a wail from her upside down lover. The woman in question held a blissed out expression on her face. Tears dotted the corners of her doe eyes.

However, the warrior’s own need made itself known again. Aching throbs jolted her core and made it weep with arousal. A growl rumbled deep in her chest as she arched forward to lay her love on the flat of her back. An arm hooked down to lift a leg. Nanisca burned with want as she hovered her dripping center over her beloved’s.

Lower lips kissed. Heat boiled against wet heat in an explosion of pure ecstacy. Sensation jolted pleasure up the warrior’s spine. Hips canted forward as sinful groans escaped them both. Sweat dotted her brow, dripping down her abdomen while it flexed with the steady pace she set. Nanisca threw her head back at the unbridled euphoria that coursed through her body.

Breathy whines sounded from beneath her. They grew in pitch and frequency with each thrust of the general’s hips. Silken hands climbed their way up her stomach to rub electrifying circles on her swollen nipples, drawing out deep groans. 

The warrior angled herself downward, “I’ve dreamed of seeing you like this. so. many. times.” she growled while pointing each word with a thrust. “The sheer amount of times I’ve had to sit in the council with your moans echoing in my mind, it's shameful really…”

A whine warbled from her lover’s throat. The other woman could only buck her hips weakly in response. Arousal tightened in Nanisca’s core. Hips snapped forward and began to command a mind numbing pace. She angled herself so that their dripping buds rubbed against each other constantly. Her core clenched as she hurtled towards her release.

The general was vaguely aware that the bed was shaking violently. Maybe even a little too much. The headboard banged out an obscene rhythm as it hit the wall. It was oddly satisfying for Nanisca’s ego. Though smug gratification quickly morphed to panic, then all consuming cockiness. 

C R A C K !

T H U D !

C R A S H !

Gravity and momentum threw Nanisca forward and down as the bed fell down from under her knees. Legs hooked around her waist and she threw caution to the wind. Without missing a beat the thrusts continued. 

“You broke my fucking bed!~”

“Yes.”

“You shedemon! Dont fucking stop!~”

And just like that they were tumbling over the edge into oblivion. Coils of arousal snapped, unleashing torrents of boiling wetness. Cores spasmed and clenched, breath stuttered and gasped, all while loud cries split through the hazy twilight. 

Nanisca’s chest heaved. She rolled onto her back, drawing her love’s languid frame into her arms. Breathless and satisfied post sex tranquility weighed their limbs.

Rain gently tapped a soothing melody on dense undergrowth. It lulled the pair into comfortable silence as they soaked in each other’s company. After a while, Nanisca felt a shift in her arms and she met flashing eyes with her own. Lips twisted into a mischievous smirk.

“I don’t think I’ve quite gotten your point… how much did you really miss me?”

~***~

[tarabyte3]

I Want You to Show Me Weak

Fandom: Andor

Pairing: Kino Loy/F!Reader

Chapter 24/27 (3.9k words)

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Summary: You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

Warnings: Explicit rating, Smut, Prison, Prison sex, minor non-graphic injuries, Dom/Sub, sexual tension, dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, choking, unprotected sex, oral, angst, orgasm denial, humiliation, slut shaming, references to domestic abuse, discussion of domestic abuse, minor violence, discussion of violence, description of violence, come eating, discussion about sexual assault, allusion to sexual assault

A/N: Hello, friends. It has been many months, but here I am working on finishing this fic. I split what was originally going to be 1 chapter into 2 parts (it got really long, which was overwhelming 😅). So this chapter is a little shorter with no smut, but a week from today will be the rest of it and that will have PLENTY of smut. After not posting something in so long, I just wanted to get something published to stimulate the Kino center of my brain to inspire me to write more. That way I can get this finished sooner rather than later! Also PLEASE take note of the new tags. There is a discussion about hypothetical harassment and assault in this chapter, but no description or specifics are mentioned.

Work title is from "Poison" by Vaults. Chapter title is from "Delicate Dream" by Shana Halligan.

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Chapter 24 - Well, you reap what you sow, and I know that you know what we have is a chance to get off while we can

"Okay, so tell us again exactly how you knew about the fucking floors. Because I'm still confused," Alis says as you both work the joint cylinder into place. He's clearly gotten over being angry at you at this point, which means he's circled back around to being chatty. Not that you're complaining.

"Yeah, I'm actually really curious about it as well." Taybus perks up across from the two of you. "Considering, well, you know…"

"Don't look at me! That was all Threl." You jerk your head in his direction.

Everyone peers over their work to eye Threl expectantly. Even Jevid gives him a bored look, which translates to downright curious when it comes to the grizzled, older man.

"It wasn't that difficult." Threl shrugs off all of your stares without even looking up.

"He's being modest. It was fucking brilliant," you say to the rest of the pod as you pick up your wrench. "Come on, tell them! If I do it, I'll just mess it up."

"Alright. If it will get you all back to work, then fine." Threl lets out a sigh of resignation. Then he straightens up, pulling himself to his full height—the muscle memory of Threl the engineer still ingrained within him, even years later on the other side of the galaxy. It gives you one more glimpse into what he must have been like before prison. "Look, you all know I used to build starships. The construction of the interior rooms and halls isn't that much different than the way they designed this place. Different function maybe, but I know how they think in terms of utility and cost. So when I look at the layout of this place and what kind of things made it into the final blueprints, I know what would have been scrapped to save time and money. You know?" 

"I absolutely do not know," Taybus laughs, "but keep talking and pretend I do."

"Okay. Everything from the layout of this room to the connecting bridges and the design of our cells was once a blueprint. The first draft was rough and bulky and contained a lot of extras. Probably amenities that would have made our lives a little better," he frowns at that last part, "but no one was going to approve it. They don't care about us and they want cheap, so every draft afterwards was more streamlined. They kept cutting and cutting until it was as basic and functional as you can make it without losing value."

"So they…cut more floors?" Taybus's face is scrunched in a nearly comical attempt at concentration.

"Don't hurt yourself, dude," you mutter. Alis chokes on a laugh next to you and coughs politely to cover it up.

Threl sighs through his nose and shakes his head in disappointment at you before turning his attention back to Taybus. "You're half right. Bare tunqstoid steel panels on the floor, easy to install. Reliable. You know exactly how much electricity they conduct and that they'll do exactly as intended. They're necessary to keep us in line. It's also expensive to cover every inch of this place. Not to mention the extra weight of the panels and structural support needed to compensate for it…that drives the bill up, too." Threl pauses so everyone can take a step back.

"Clear," Jevid grumbles. The center console comes to life as the next piece lifts to slot into place. You all move in unison, like a well rehearsed dance, to lift it so it can be rotated.

"Do you see bare panels up the walls? Or anywhere in the cells other than the floor?" Threl glances around the group, waiting for an answer.

"No," Sorrek responds quietly from across the table. There's a pensive look on his face and you can tell he's curious about where this explanation is going.

"That means, if they were there, they would be under the molded plastic where we can't see them."

"And they don't work under plastic?" Taybus hesitates before getting back to work.

"Correct!" Threl smiles widely at him. There's a hint of pride on his face as he glances over. "When you put plastic over metal, it's usually as an insulator. Because plastic doesn't conduct electricity…unless you mix the plastic with something that does conduct electricity during the molding process. Then the electric current travels along those particles instead. But doing that makes the parts more expensive. The current that can pass through the plastic also isn't as strong as the bare metal. That makes it unreliable. So you tell me what's more likely. That the Empire paid to have the walls and benches in every inch of this place lined with tunqstoid steel and a composite plastic of conductive filler or that they saved money by cutting those plans for the final blueprint and just wanted us to think they put them there?"

"They're definitely cheap. Hence," you add, "no panels or sensors in the benches."

Jevid and Sorrek exchange a look of shock. You wonder how many years both of them have been living with the acceptance of the lie. You also wonder what else about this place has been blindly accepted as truth.

As you glance around, you can't help but notice that the walls don't seem quite so oppressive anymore. Especially now that you understand on a much deeper level that that's all they are.

"Damn, Threl." Alis lets out a long whistle.

"See? Told you. Fucking brilliant." You give Threl a stare that says 'I told you so,' which he pointedly ignores.

"Wow dude. You're really smart." Taybus gapes at him.

"Yeah," Threl laughs as his posture finally relaxes back into the man you're more familiar with. "I know my way around this shit. I did it for over a decade."

"Wasted in here on this bullshit," you grumble.

"Don't disagree." He shrugs. "Unfortunately, when you start sabotaging the Empire's plans and they catch you, they don't just slap you on the wrist and let you keep your job. I'm lucky I didn't end up someplace worse than this."

"Well, I appreciate it a lot," Taybus says with a sincerity that makes him look almost sweet. Almost. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, kid." Threl puts a hand on his shoulder and gives him a gentle shake. "Just enjoy it."

"You get laid?" You smirk at him.

"No." His cheeks redden, but it doesn't hinder the look of excitement that spreads across his face. "We finally made out, though!"

"Hell yeah, man!" Alis stands on his tiptoes as he reaches over the table to give Taybus a high-five.

"Congratulations!" You beam at him. "Nice, isn't it?"

"Yes." He ducks his head as he blushes some more, and a strand of hair comes loose from his ponytail to hang in his face. He tucks it behind his ear and breaks out into a goofy smile. "It's really nice. I get why you were so annoying now."

"Hey!" You protest, only mildly offended. It's not like you disagree.

"Were?" Alis pipes up next to you.

Scratch that. Now you're properly offended. "Oh, is this what we're doing now that we got the excitement about the floors out of the way?" You yank the soldering gun off of the table. "Picking on me?"

"You make it really easy, to be fair," Threl teases.

You let out a noise of disgust. "Fine. Go ahead. You can't hurt my feelings because I know Kino will just kiss them better later."

"Gross," Taybus mumbles. You smirk at him.

"Yeah, that's right." You lean in his direction and lower your voice. "Keep teasing and I'll talk about how good he is at it, too."

"I'm pretty sure most of us have heard already." Alis gives you a knowing look. Next to him, Sorrek shakes his head in disapproval—though whether it's directed at you or Alis, you're not sure—while Taybus and Threl snicker at your expense. "Besides, you think that will deter me? You're going to have to try harder than that."

"God, you're obnoxious. Why are we friends again?"

"I grow on people." He grins.

"Like a fungus, maybe," you mutter.

"Fungus is very useful, so thank you for the compliment." His grin widens to an intolerable degree.

You roll your eyes as you work the soldering gun on the joint. While you do, you're surprised to find that, despite how much you brushed it off, being teased about last night bothers you. Not on your own behalf, though.

On Kino's.

When you finish, you straighten back up and clear your throat.

"Listen, since Alis brought it up, I know all of you heard me last night and I want to apologize for it. Clearly we got complacent and weren't being as respectful as we should have been. I'm really sorry. It'll never happen again." You can feel your face burning with embarrassment as your expression turns sheepish. "I'm absolutely mortified. So you guys are welcome to tease me about it if you want. I deserve it, honestly. Just…do me one favor and please make sure he isn't nearby to accidentally overhear when you do. Alright?"

Jevid grunts, which you assume is an agreement, and Sorrek nods, also looking a little embarrassed at the memory. You can't imagine what shade of red he turned after it happened. You also can't imagine either of them—or Edii—doing the teasing. They aren't the ones you're worried about.

"No problem, kid." Threl says easily. And it's no surprise he would agree to something for Kino's benefit. Or yours, for that matter.

Next to him, Taybus makes a face. "Why? He overhears us teasing you all the time."

"Because," you shift your attention to the part as you get back to work, "this will actually upset him."

"What's the big deal? Is he embarrassed because people know you're having sex in your free time now?"

"It's a big deal because it's him." You say it as though that should be obvious.

"He's still gotta be the shift manager after this." Threl tries to explain when Taybus continues to look unconvinced.

"Do the managers take a vow of celibacy or what?" He scoffs.

"No, but there's an inherent power imbalance between him and her." There's the cranking of a wrench as Threl works through the conversation. "That's enough to get people focused on them more than, say, you and your boyfriend. No offense."

"Plus," you interject when you see Taybus opening his mouth to protest, "if people are gossiping about us, he'll think of it as a distraction. Distracted people work slower, get lower numbers, and make mistakes. Mistakes lead to injuries or worse. They draw attention. He'd rather they didn't think about us at all. We're all safer that way."

"And he's right," Jevid adds in his gruff voice. "The last thing you want in here is them keeping tabs." He jerks a crooked thumb up towards the viewing window for emphasis. "That's why Kino runs the floor the way he does. Good numbers mean they leave you alone."

"Besides, you all remember what Wem pulled. Not everyone is gonna politely gossip or chuckle about it. Some of them are definitely pissed." You shoot a dark glance over at Wem's table.

"Why would they be pissed?" Taybus follows your line of sight, but with less subtlety.

"Jealousy, do you remember?" Edii finally speaks up. "There are some who did not look happy for her last night."

"Let me guess," you sigh. "Table 4 again?"

He nods. "Most. I see others, too. A few."

"Jealous of what? Of Kino?" Then after another second of thought, Taybus nervously adds, "Of her??"

You choose to ignore his last comment. Because they should be jealous. Kino is a fucking catch.

"They think he plays favorites. That because of her, he favors our table best." Edii stares at Taybus with a hint of his old irritation, clearly bothered he has to spell it out. "They are also mad they do so poorly in their numbers, so they blame us because that is easier than accepting they work bad together."

"Okay, so they bitch about it. So what? I seriously don't understand what the big deal is." Taybus still looks confused and you know it's because, for him, it is that simple. He's still young. The world hasn't taken on as many shades of grey yet.

You toss your soldering gun down heavily on the table to get his full attention. When his head jerks in your direction, you give him a serious look—though you do your best to keep your tone patient despite the frustration.

"I'm gonna forgive the ignorance here, Taybus. I know you don't mean anything by it. It's easy to forget some things when we're over here bullshitting half the shift. But take a look around you and remember one really important detail. Something I have to keep in the back of my mind every moment of every day." Taybus glances around the floor while you continue talking. "I am one woman trapped in here with a bunch of men."

The rest of the table freezes. You watch them exchange uneasy looks out of the corner of your eye while Taybus processes what you mean.

"Now, I feel completely safe around you guys, and I'm lucky we're usually stuck together. I think some of the other guys out there seem like decent men, too. The shitty thing about being a woman or someone vulnerable is that thinking someone is decent doesn't always keep you safe. What if someday some asshole decides bitching isn't enough? What if they think that I, or Kino, need to be taught a lesson? Or they want to take out some frustration in a more active way, so they sneak back while I'm taking a shift break?" You let the implication hang in the air. Taybus's eyes finally go wide in realization and horror.

"Then one of us takes our break with you!" He protests.

"You know we can't, kid. It's one at a time from the tables so we don't get behind." Threl gives you a regretful look. Your face softens in appreciation. You know he's right, but you also know that he would do it in a heartbeat if he could.

"That's bullshit! Surely Kino would make an exception for her." Taybus jabs a thumb in your direction.

"Then he's seen as playing favorites for sure and that pisses them off further." You put a hand on your hip as you step back from the table. "Clear."

"If they touch you, I'll deal with them." Sorrek stares at you with that cold rage you've seen a few times now. The kind that sends an uneasy shiver up your neck. You know it isn't directed at you. That's not why. You worry for him and how he would feel afterwards if he did something he couldn't take back. Or if he got stuck in here longer, away from his wife. From his daughter.

"I know you would." You give him an affectionate, sad smile. "But that would just prevent it from happening a second time."

Sorrek's face falls, the dangerous threat immediately shifting into helplessness. Jevid shoos him away from the machine before he can protest. Or start tearing up.

"It's not just that. What if a group of them decides they don't have to listen or be respectful out of spite? Maybe they even do it on purpose to make it look like Kino can't control his men and isn't fit to lead because they want the guards to replace him as shift manager. Imagine having an asshole like Wem as a manager. Sure, Kino's a hardass, but he's fair and he's a good man. But someone cruel with the perks and the power of that position?" Not to mention the ability to keep the two of you apart out of spite, you think to yourself.

"Wait, they could really do that? Put someone else in charge of the floor?" Taybus is starting to look even more worried.

You turn to look at Sorrek, Jevid, and Threl with an eyebrow raised. "You guys have been here the longest. Could they?"

"They choose whenever a floor needs a new one. I guess it's possible." Sorrek answers carefully.

"They could." Jevid gives you a confident, hard stare. "Not only could they, it wouldn't be good for him either. Never seen it done, but they'd probably add more shifts to his sentence and he'd be back at a table."

Taybus stares at him in shock, as if he's waiting for Jevid to suddenly take it back. When he doesn't, he stares dejectedly down at the table. "Damn. That's all fucked." 

"It's all fucked indeed," you sigh.

"Okay. What should we do, then?" Taybus glances around at the rest of you for answers. "We keep an eye on her, obviously. Especially during breaks. Then we also…keep an eye out to help Kino so our lives aren't even more miserable?" Taybus's face scrunches in disgust. "God, never thought I'd say that."

Edii waves a dismissive hand at him. "I will keep an eye out on ones that look…what is the word? Suspicion?"

"Suspicious," Taybus mutters to him.

Edii continues on like he didn't hear him. "If they say or do anything, I will know."

You smile fondly at him. "Thank you, Edii."

"I was going to do so anyway. I keep a look out a lot of the time I have been in here already. Many people ignore me. I hear a lot." He turns to stare directly at you. "Incredible hearing." And then he nods seriously.

"You're damn right," you chuckle. "Sorry I ever thought it was a curse."

"It is alright. Makes people uncomfortable when they realize what I hear." He gives you a piercing, knowing look. You shift awkwardly in your spot as you remember that morning and all the filthy things you and Kino did and said to each other. You're confident no one else heard. You're now far less confident Edii didn't.

"Hey, wait!" Taybus perks up like he just remembered something. "I know Vage's table would be on our side. Table 1 is pretty cool."

"Oh, we drawing battle lines now?" Threl teases him.

"No!" Taybus protests. "Just, you know, in case."

Alis gives him an exaggerated wink and a nod of encouragement. Taybus gives him, what he thinks, is a subtle thumbs up in return.

"No, none of that," you gently scold both of them. "Look. I'm not saying any of that is going to happen, it's all just worst case scenario. I'm not saying someone will definitely try to corner me or harass me or hurt me. Or that suddenly me getting laid will turn into a riot. In fact, I'm not actually worried about any of it. All I'm saying is…" Your face softens with affection as you turn to look where Kino is standing on the other side of the room, bent over his tablet. He's frowning intently at something, and the way his forehead wrinkles and his lips pout in disapproval makes your heart flutter. "He is. There's a lot that could go wrong every single day and he's stressed about it. All the time. Because he thinks everything is his responsibility. I just don't want to remind him of what happened and add to that." You turn back to them with a pleading look. "Okay?"

"You love him very much." Edii gives you a rare, half smile.

Your cheeks burn hot and you look down at the table, embarrassed, because now the entire pod knows and is staring at you with various degrees of amusement and softness. It's almost too much attention, and it feels worse than when they all learned you were having sex. Because this is exposing your heart and laying bare your vulnerability, while sex is just sex. 'Which was also because of Edii,' you internally grumble. Okay, maybe his hearing is a bit of a curse.

"I do," you respond quietly.

Edii nods, as if he already knew the answer and you were simply confirming it for him. Then he returns to work, just like that. You do still admire his ability to readily accept something and move forward. However, you're less enthused about him bluntly supplying the table with updates about your love life. You wonder if that's just an Edii thing, or if it's a natural, open topic where he comes from.

"Fine, alright," Taybus relents with a huff. "I'll keep my mouth shut."

"I was never going to let him hear anyway, are you crazy? The man could probably toss me halfway across the room if he wanted." Alis shudders. "And if he heard me making fun of you, he would definitely want to."

"Oh, yeah, he would definitely want to." You grin wickedly at him. "And I promise, from experience, he probably could."

Taybus groans again.

The rest of your shift continues on with more teasing until they finally get bored with it. Partially because you threaten to supply them with more intimate details since they're clearly so interested in your love life. Alis is, of course, the last one to relent, but only after Sorrek has turned a concerning shade of red and looks dangerously close to tears.

Then they start badgering Taybus to tell them the plot to another one of Vage's holonovels. Not because Taybus is a particularly good storyteller—he'll frequently forget a detail and have to backtrack to fill in the blanks, making everyone else groan in frustration—but because it's something to pass the time.

And the easy camaraderie really does make the time go by faster rather than focusing solely on the work. As you talk and listen, your hands move automatically over the parts, expertly repeating the pattern almost as an afterthought. It would be easy to lose yourself in the rhythm.

You don't, though. You can't help but be aware of every passing hour. Nine.

You laugh at one of Alis's terrible jokes so hard your stomach hurts. Kino has to walk by the table to scold all of you and tell you to stop messing around and pick up the pace. You glance up at the clock. Eight.

Sorrek tells a story about one of his fights in a house so packed, the crowd ignored their seats to push and shove against the ring to get a better view of the main event. He was convinced the ropes were going to buckle under the pressure and that the match would be called when the crowd swarmed the ring. Jevid's heard this one before. Seven.

Threl once altered ship blueprints to include hallways that went nowhere and closed ventilation systems that cycled back into themselves rather than properly vent through the filters, which would cause a steady buildup of carbon monoxide. They caught the first one before construction began. They didn't catch the second one until afterwards, and whole sections had to be scrapped and rebuilt. "That's the trick," he says. "You distract them with one hand so the other can do more damage." You notice a look on Edii's face—a thoughtful concentration—and you wonder what he's thinking. Six.

One more down. Five now, and soon that will pass, too. You smile around your table.

One less hour until the end of your shift. One less hour in your sentence.

One less hour separating you from Kino.

A/N: As a reminder, the next chapter is coming out a week from today! And as a heads up: There are only 3 chapters left before the fic is over, so 27 chapters total. (I know 😭)

Also I have the most rudimentary understanding of how electricity works, so please do not @ me if I'm wrong because I simply don't care that much. What I do know is the floors in Narkina 5 shouldn't work at all, but they do because space magic. So anything I got wrong is clearly just more space magic 😂 I just wanted to take the opportunity to give more of Threl's backstory and show off how cool he is. He's from Naboo and he worked for Theed Engineering (for the other Star Wars nerds: they built Governor Tarkin's personal starship.)

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[merlinrarepairfest]

Round Up 5

Another week of marvellous fills finishes! As always, you can find them beneath the cut - leave our lovely creators some love <3

Title: Save a Horse, ride a Knight Writer: Laevateinn Rating: T Warnings: N/A Medium/Word Count: 1k Pairing/main characters: Gwaine/Percival Up to 10 tags: Canon Divergence, Gwaine admitted he was of noble blood, Percival came to Camelot to work, Tournament, Favours, Gwaine is oblivious

Summary:

Imagine a world where Gwaine admitted being of noble blood and stayed as a knight, long before he actually does in the show. What if, in that world, he and the other Knights of the Round Table had met differently? What if Percival, for example, had decided to travel to Camelot and work there? Where he would have met Gwaine, and worked with him? Surely, these two can stay professional, or simply friends, right?

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51384994

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Title: the gold and the rust Writer: Shana_Rose | @shana-rosee Rating: T Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: 1,176 Pairing/main characters: Mergwenthur Up to 10 tags: Mergwenthur, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Battle of Camlann, Hurt Arthur Pendragon, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, POV Merlin, Sleepy Cuddles

Summary:

The bright light of early morning hit aggressively against his eyes. Merlin winced, scrunching his eyes in hopes of the light going away. He pressed his head further into his arm, resting on top of the soft sheets of the bed. His back was aching from sleeping in a chair. Just as he wondered why he would sleep in such an uncomfortable position, he bolted up. His breath caught in his throat as he turned his head towards the head of the bed. - Arthur survives Camlann.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51432988

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Title: Jealous of him, I want to be yours Writer: HadrianPeverellBlack | @evadne01 Rating:  General Warnings: N/A Medium/Word Count: fic/ 1,891 Pairing/main characters: Merlin/Gwaine, Merlin/Lancelot, Gwaine/Merlin/Lancelot Up to 10 tags: POV Gwaine, Protective Gwaine, Protective Lancelot, Supportive Lancelot, Supportive Gwaine, Powerful Merlin, Jealous Gwaine, Pining Gwaine, Post-Season/series 03, Pre Season/Series 04

Summary:

Gwaine is jealous. Not of Arthur, because even if he and Merlin are basically joined at the hip, it's obvious that the royal numpty has no idea about Merlin's magic. No, Gwaine is jealous of Lancelot, because he's the only one who does know.

AO3 link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/51174415

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Title: The Best Way to Cover Something Up… Writer: sleepygecko Rating: General Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: Fic/1999 words Pairing/main characters: Merlin & Mordred & Morgana Up to 10 tags: Child Mordred, Mordred moves to Camelot

Summary:

When Merlin helps the little Druid boy escape the guards, they flee to Morgana’s chambers. Together, they come up with an epic sob story to cover up the boy’s sudden appearance, something so emotional that Arthur “emotionally dysfunctional” Pendragon won’t look too closely at. Welcome to Camelot, Mordred of Ealdor.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51462367

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Title: Stolen Moments Writer: Lemon_pH Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Medium/Word Count: 2,5k (2544) Pairing/main characters: Gaius/Uther Pendragon Up to 10 tags: Canon Era, Merlin/Arthur is a background, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: 

Those are just moments in the vast fabric of life. But we cherish them, keep them close to our hearts, Because at the end, they're all that we have of each other.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51023428

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Title: powerful Writer: I_think_he_knows | @marlenemckinnonsuppremacy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply  Medium/Word Count: 1127 words Pairing/main characters: Gwen/Arthur/Merlin Up to 10 tags: BAMF Merlin, Merlin is powerful and everyone knows it, BDSM, Smut, 

Summary:

Gwen has always felt Merlin has a powerful vibe about him, which she finds very sexy. When she marries Arthur, upon finding out they are both attracted to him, they invite him to their bed or to be their partner. Gwen tells them about a fantasy she’s had since they were all younger: Merlin taking her, and claiming her as Arthur watches, tied up and unable to do anything about it or pleasure himself.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51062878

[feuxx]

thank you my dear @tsushikoi for tagging me <3

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane // hanahaki disease or soulmate au // police au or office au // canon-divergent or post canon

And I add : modern royalty au or celebrities au

I'm no-pressure tagging @coffee-writes, @insane-ohwhyfandoms, @magicinavalon, @shana-rosee and @mykingdomcomeundone 💖

[say-ulalalala]

What / Who I Write For

Basically just a small masterpost on the characters / idols I write for, and also the things I write about! ^^

What I write:

Fluff, romance, angst, crack, and sometimes smut (but only for HBO Max's Warrior characters) or anything in-between;

Occasionally, I might write about dark topics (mainly abuse and mental health issues (these will be tagged as such)) and maybe anything with children;

I also write based on headcanons as well;

Idols who are 04 liners and older;

Character Ships, Character x Fem!/AFAB!/Gender Neutral Reader, Idol Pairings;

Drabbles (Single Drabbles, Double Drabbles, and Triple Drabbles), Standalone fics (both short and long ones), Songfics, Multi-chapter fics and AUs, and maybe scenarios

What I don't write:

Anything containing non-con, abuse, incest, homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc;

Idol x Reader;

Male readers;

BP / GP;

Smut for kpop idols;

Basically anything I'm uncomfy with

Who I write for:

HBO Max's Warrior

Ah Sahm, Ah Toy, Mai Ling, Li Yong, Nellie Davenport, Eliza Pendleton

Kpop groups (more groups might be added in the near future):

Aespa

Yoo Jimin / Karina, Uchinaga Aeri / Giselle, Kim Minjeong / Winter, Ning Yizhuo / Ningning

Enhypen

Lee Heeseung, Park Jongseong / Jay, Sim Jaeyun / Jake, Park Sunghoon, Kim Sunoo, Yang Jungwon

Everglow

Park Jiwon / E:U, Kim Sihyeon, Heo Yoorim / Aisha, Wang Yiren

Ive

Kim Gaeul, An Yujin, Naoi Rei, Jang Wonyoung, Kim Jiwon / Liz

Lapillus

Chantal Videla / Chanty, Nonaka Shana, Nancy Yang / Yue, Susanna Kim / Bessie

Le Sserafim

Miyawaki Sakura, Kim Chaewon, Huh Yunjin, Nakamura Kazuha

Red Velvet

Bae Joohyun / Irene, Kang Seulgi, Son Seungwan / Wendy

That's all for now I guess, further notes and reminders will be stated in my works :)

[emberphantom]

I just read your ghostsoap fic on Ao3 and had to immediately come over to tumblr and send you love because like?? its so good? its exactly how i imagined a reunion after the last mission and i love you for it. i wish i could give kudos 6 times over. Are you going to be writing anymore cod fics? (which is not a question I ever thought I'd ask) If you do and you post them on here or link to them, im BEGGING you to tag me or my sideblog @books-bracken-and-booze . id jump at the chance to read them!

~Shana

Ahhh uhm omg thank you so much???? 🥺🥺

This really truly made my day bc i haven't really posted anything I've written in a while so I'm so happy you enjoyed it so much! Seriously you are so sweet 💜

I actually DO have another GhostSoap fic that I've started 👀 but who knows if it'll get finished. It's uh well I'm not gonna lie, if all goes according to plan, it'll be mostly smut. I'll for sure be posting a link to that on hear bc if I do actually finish, it'll be a miracle lol.

But I really do be having the biggest case of COD/MW2 brainrot rn so I'd love to channel that into more fics in general.

But bruh omg srsly thank you again!!!

[sanzuloyalmaid]

I'm new so I don't really know the get up for the Plat form for tumblr so bare with me while I figure out :)

I'm going to be posting 2 smuts let me know If you like them

Another thing I will be writing for

Smut~🖤

Fluff~🥰

Angst~🫂

Please request stuff for me to write I have writers block rn my loves ❤️

Tokyo revenger

Demon slayer

JJk

Genshin impact

Kakuguri

I write smut angst and fluff for all so feel free to ask because I need ideas ;)

To add my name is shana i am 24 years old and i really love writing obvi 😍

[lustspren]

Hello! I love your work! Could I request a Shana (Lapillus) x Male Reader smut? Again love your work and hope your doing well!

Hello there! Thank you very much mate, I appreciate it. I love Shana for her time in GP999, she was one of my main picks in fact, however, I've never seen her lewdly, and I think I'm not capable of doing it either, sorry :/

[kickassfu]

Trope Tag Game

Thank you to the wonderful @shana-rosee and to the fantastic @jesskier for tagging me ❤️ i already know i'm gonna cheat! cheers lol

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au (if it's the thing i like is in a fantasy setting i like seeing it in a modern au and vice versa 'cause it's fun) // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff (if you asked me a couple of years ago i'd say fluff but....yknow things change so both) // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter (depends on my mood yknow) // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack (if it has a hapy ending it's angst, if not it's crack) // apocalyptic or mundane // hanahaki disease or soulmate au // police au or office au // canon-divergent or post canon // modern royalty au or celebrities au

this was fun! i cheated a lot which is even more fun lol i tag whoever wants to do this yall know i'm lazy!

[luvvvvangelssssstories]

What's Luvvvv?

~ Chapter 5 ~

TW: Cussing and usage of the N word and flirting ofc :) and a lil bit of smut.

Written by ~ Me (with the support of my bsfs TJ, Andy, Krissy, Yuri, and kevo, thank you for believing in me when no one else did)

I glare at DeAndre and he just squirms from her grip and walks over to me and leans over to whisper at me, "DeShawns up to somethin and we both know it right?" I nod "Yep." he looks over at me with sadish eyes "You mad or sum ma?" I shake my head no and he walks to our class, holding my hand. He sits down next to me but as soon as class starts he holds his hand on my thigh. I look at him as if I'm sayin 'Boy if you don't stop.' but he only smirks and moves his hand farther. "ATTENTION CLASS! we gone need everyone to get a partner but this time im picking." She calls out my name. And just my luck my partner is Deshawn. And Deandre's partner is a girl named Shana, aka the girl who hugged him earlier. DeShawn is quiet during the whole thing then as soon as DeAndre leaves the classroom DeShawn walks really close to me, pinning me to the wall, and kisses me.

"What. The. Actual. Fuck?" Deandre says, shocked. I manage to pull away, on the verge of tears. Deandre walks up to DeShawn and pushes him. "Dawg do we have a goddamn problem?" Deshawn says pushing him back, "Yo ass goddamn right we have one." Deandre stops moving and Deshawn just says "Not my fault ya girl like my lips more than yours." and Deandre jus laughs "And its not my fauly YA girl liked me more than you. But oh. Now shes my girl." Deshawn punches him and they get into a fighting frenzy. Again.

"I got suspended for 3 days." i look at his messed up face and walk to the car with him. "Baby I'm sorry..." he opens the passenger of his car and lets me in. He drives us to his house and it smells like dior cologne. "Wanna go to my room?" I nod and he lays down, I lay down next to him and just rub his back, "You gone be ok?" he nods but then a smirk crosses his face. "I ain alright with him kissin ya though. Thats my job." after he says that he kisses me.

Until one kiss turns to two.

Then two kisses turn to three.

And now we jus makin out.

He rests his hand on the wasteband of my shorts. He unbuttons my shorts and slips his hand in my panties. I make a sound I thought I'd never make. "Mmhm. You like that baby? Hmm?" he sounds like hes teasing me and then his parents walk in. He quickly removes his hand and gets off of me, "Hey dad. Can we talk real quick?" his dad only glares at him and he walks out.

All I hear is yelling from his dad and a hard thud. He walks into the room as if he was crying. I hug him and he just cries in my arms. "I'm sorry baby." I keep kissing him all over the place and keep talking to him. "I'm so so so sorry..." He rests his head into my arm and he still cries a little "Can you stay over tonight? I don't wanna be here with my dad." I nod "of course." he kisses me all over my neck, "And maybe we can continue where we left off hm..?" I smile and kiss him back "Mmhm. Of course we can."

WILL THERE BE SMUT IN PART 6 YALL????

[thepeakygurl]

My dear Shana,

I am writing you as resolving such a matter face to face, would result in me attempting in something more than just a talk and we both need to have our say in this. I certainly know I do. I have been trusting that time will eventually help me heal and fade my feelings for you, that however seem to not have been a successful plan. If anything my feelings for you have been growing stronger and deeper to my heart, a place that no one can reach to but you. So if you will decide that it is time for me to move on, you and only you will have the honour to rip my heart out.

You have to trust that I did tried to bury those feelings. My most feared fear is to lose you as a friend, because that is what we allowed ourself to be for so long. I can not afford to lose you as a friend, but neither I can keep lying to myself. The thought of you helps me going through my hard days and the easy ones, but it leaves with a bittersweet taste on my tongue a taste that I would much replace with the taste of you. You drive me insane. You truly do. Being unable to touch you and make love to you brings me anger in a manner that I have never felt before. God only knows how many dreams I had, sinful dreams that I cherish and crave everything, about you being under me and asking me to give you more, more love. I hope that you will release me from such pain, in any way you find suitable. Know however, that I still hope you will bring this dreams of mine into life, after all it is something that we can both benefit from, am I right?

Yours,

John Shelby.

[pollyrepents]

I am thinking the most explicit thoughts about michael gray but I will simply die with them, I think