#val kilmer smut

[madladysix]

Missing you

Pairing: Iceman X Fem! Reader

SMUT AHEAD 18+ BE WARNED!!!

Description: after being away from each other a long time you both get it on sexual style (I genuinely cannot help myself with writing that but I also cannot write a good description for this!)

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Tom Kazansky has been away for six months now…letters and photographs of filthy promises was enough to make any man crave the woman he loves, so within the moment of him walking through the door of his shared home…he searched for his lover…there he found her in the shower. Ice began stripping off his clothing getting completely naked and then ripping open the shower curtain staring straight at his lover’s beautiful body ignoring her scream and then giggles of surprise as he quickly maneuvered into the tiny shower…pressing her up against the wall fiercely as he kissed her with all the force of love and hunger in the world.

"Y/n," Iceman moaned into your lips, his free hand sliding between your legs, "Ive missed you more than you could know.” He groaned out, between every kiss and breath he was pressing into your lips deeper, it felt almost like he was sucking in your scent and words with the harshness of his needy kiss, but what made you feel like the Queen of the world was his greedy fingers slipping down your body and towards your folds where gentle circles were placed upon your sensitive mound. Y/n’s moans echoed upon the walls of the steamy bathroom as he continued to tease and please her with his rough digits.

Within moments her legs began shaking with need as he touched her faster, "Please... I can’t take much more Tom..” she begged between her gasps for air, "Soon." he muttered as his fingers began working even faster now, driving her closer to an impending climax but with one last deep-possessive kiss, he pulled back immediately, and moved his cock to press against her core, a small gasp left her mouth which only made him groan in response, this is what he’s longed to hear was her moans…her teasing letters and lewd photos for his eyes only that he received while out on a naval vessel 1000s of miles away from her for six months was uncalled for and only fueled his fire as he fiercely and without warning lifted her up slightly in his muscular arms and shoved his cock into her slick entrance but his movements were slow with pushing inside her, he wanted this to last, but her small gasps filled the steamy room and he knew with how much he needed this it’d be over real soon so as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in, and did this with every inch before filling her up fully he said soft words to her

“I love your eyes…” “I love your voice…” “I love your skin..” he was worshipping being in her presence as he kept a steady rhythm inside of her. Ice groaned loudly as he bit the corner of her neck…Her walls had contracted around him, being far away from her for months on end not getting to see her with the fear of dying in the air came with its perks…moments like these where he can finally feel her, smell her, hear her, and he can finally release all the negative thoughts he has been harboring within his head from being away from her by just being with her right here and right now. "Fuck," he breathed, his hands finding her hips to hold onto as he began to move inside her at a quicker rate, Their bodies slid against each other perfectly, as the water from the showerhead turned cold and dripped onto their steaming bodies, creating a sensual dance with raised skin. After a while of moaning and a

The sound of skin slapping skin..Tom moaned her name gently “y/n..” it wasn’t as possessive as before it was sensitive and feeling as he released within her, she was quick to cum after him as well, they held eachother and did not part, Tom laid his face in the crook of her neck and turned the water off blindly as she held onto her body craving her warmth and soft skin…He was touch deprived and it was obvious he had been through hell in the past few months “Tom?” Y/n asked with her voice low “I’m sorry..” he whispered back with a sad sound to his voice “hey…it’s okay…” she replied with a sound if honesty in her voice as she began to think that usually the after care would be focused solely on her but tonight the aftercare would be for him.

After they got out of the shower after moments of standing there cold and shivering just holding eachother, y/n began drying his body off and getting him comfortable clothes to wear, allowing them time to get dressed in their best possible comfort outfits, she held his hand and assured his every step to the bedroom, this was the difference…you know like medium and range? Although Ice wanted to love his wife…the mental toll of months of pain and hardwork loaded down on him in the matter of moments being with the only person he can trust…and she listened to all of it..she cried with him, laughed with him, but most importantly she stayed right there with him curled up on bed laying with his head on her chest.

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 8 of Kinktober: Taking Polaroids with Iceman

pairing: tom ‘iceman’ kazansky x fem!reader

warning: doing pornography, unprotected sex

Y/N’s POV

Tom got a polaroid camera a couple days ago and he’s been wanting to take pictures of us. One night he wanted to take pictures of me.

“Why can’t we do this tomorrow?” I sigh.

“Because I want the pictures in advance.” He says setting the camera on his nightstand.

“When are you going to the Navel Base?” I ask.

“In 2 weeks Y/N/N. You remember right?” He said.

I forgot all about that. Tom really didn’t remind me about the Navel Base since he told me at first.

“I forgot Tom, I’m sorry.” I said crest his right cheek.

“You’re alright, so about those pictures.” He says getting out of the bed to get the camera.

I watch him get the camera, I don’t know what to do.

“What do you want me to do?” I sit up to face him.

“Anything you want to do.” Tom says.

Tom checks the camera to make sure it’s okay to use the camera.

“You ready?” He says getting on the bed.

“I hope Tom.” I say nervously.

“Don’t get nervous, it’s just me honey.” He says to me.

I take a deep breath, I don’t know why I’m getting nervous.

I take my clothes off including my bra and panties. Tom makes me lay down and tells me to put one of my arms on my head. He sits almost next to me and takes the picture. When it got developed he shows me the picture, I look surprisingly good.

He makes me get on my side and lay down so he can see my whole body. I got more comfortable with him taking the pictures and I made some poses up like, showing off my breasts and showing off my cunt to him. One picture he took of me spreading my legs to show off my perfect body he says, even though I always thought I look terrible.

I get up from a pose and try to get the camera out of his hands but I hear the noise that the picture was taken.

“What’re doing?” Tom asked.

“Can I take pictures of you now? I would like some of you naked.” I say to him.

“Y/N/N-“

“Please?” I pout.

“Fine, you know how to check that there’s more film in it?” He asked.

“Not really Tom.” I said.

Tom gives me some film and shows me on what to do and when I figured it out, I made Tom go on the bed and I straddle him. I told him to do something and he hides his face. I took a picture of him like that and made him do something else. Making him look like he was touching himself. He grabs the camera out of my hand and took a picture of me looking at him with my nipples showing.

After those pictures he wanted me in lingerie so I wore the lingerie that makes him go crazy. He made me go to the mirror and pose in front of it. After that photo, he approaches me and attacks my neck with kisses and hickeys, I lift my right hand to tug on his hair, made my head lay back so it can be on his left shoulder and I moan. He unzips the lingerie, I look at him in the mirror.

“I think we need to do something than taking pictures.” Tom whispers in my ear.

“And what’s that babe?” I look up at him.

“Remember our promise?” He said setting his nose on my cheek.

I try to think, “What’s our promise?” I say.

“Before I leave for the Navel Base, we promised that we can finally make love without protection.” He said.

“But what if something bad happens?” I ask.

“We’re doing it without protection, anything could happen.” He makes us do nose to nose.

I love this man with all my heart, of course I would love to have a baby with him but I’m afraid that he won’t come back to see him or her.

“Make love to me soldier.” I stand in front of him.

He picks me up to set me on our dresser and gets my lingerie off my body and I help him. When he got it off he grabs me to set me on our bed and then he takes us to our pillows to lay me on them. He kisses my neck and I moan. He positions himself to make love to me, he goes slowly first, I moan. I can feel his groans on my skin. I follow his lead and gasp as he goes a little faster. Tom gives me more love bites on the parts of my body he didn’t give me, I wrap my legs around his waist and then he fucks me.

“Oh god. Tom, go faster.” I moan.

He goes faster. I can feel his cum inside me.

“Tom, I need to cum.” I whimper.

“Then do it baby, no one’s going to stop you.” He whispers in my still fucking me.

I came, I scratched his back that made him groan into my chest.

When we stopped, all you can hear is heavy breathing, I’m going to miss him so much and his fucking me all day, I want him to fuck again but we’re both too tired to do it.

“That felt different Tom.” I said looking down at him.

“It felt good didn’t it?” He smirks.

I just giggle.

“I’m going to miss you Tom.” I said.

“I’m going to miss you too princess.” He says.

“Are you still going by Iceman like you did in flight school?” I ask him making him look at me.

“Mm-hmm, I rather heard that while we were having our fuck session.” He whispers in my ear.

I giggle again. No man has ever made me feel so special in my life.

“When you come back from the Navel Base, I can call you that.” I touch his arm.

“What if we have a baby?”

“Depends on when you’re coming back sweetheart.” I whisper softly in his ear.

“We’ll just have to be quiet or just did what we just did Y/N/N.” He makes me get closer to him.

“What’re going to do with those polaroids?” I look at the amount he has on his nightstand.

“Taking them with me so I can maybe play with myself to them.” He says looking at them as well.

“Tom!” I playfully slap his bicep.

“It’s true.” He smirks.

“I’m going to miss you Iceman.” I say.

“I’m going to miss you too honey.” He says.

[roosterbruiser]

Now hold on!! What about an iceman blurb! Anything would work honestly

prompt I chose: I love the way your brain works.

"how's it going?" Ice asks from his spot on the sofa, glancing over at you on the loveseat. you're hunched over, eyes narrowed in concentration, lips tucked between your teeth. "don't hurt yourself."

"I'll bite you," you warn absently, not glancing up at him.

he smirks, just about to quip something witty back, when you drop your voice a few octaves and mock him, "I should be so lucky."

"trying to say I'm getting predictable or something, slugger?"

"love it when you talk baseball to me," you mutter, still not looking away from your deformed chain. "gets me real hot and bothered."

he can't wipe that grin off his face--that broad one that only you can stick on his lips for more than a few fleeting minutes.

your fingers are tangled in yarn, as are your forearms somehow, and you can't quite figure out how yarning over works or what the fuck chaining one even means. your concoction doesn't look great--hardly looks good, even--but it's much better than when you first started.

Ice knows that you're dedicated like this. you'll spend your day off picking up a new hobby and obsessively restart it until it begins to resemble something remotely successful. he admires it, really, how stubborn you are about it.

since this is a rare day off for him, too, he spent it doing the things he enjoys but hardly gets to do. he went for a run, grabbed decent coffee from the local roasterie, grilled steak for dinner. and now he's watching an old baseball game--except he's moreso been watching you diligently work on whatever it is you're making.

"whatcha making anyway?" Ice hums, raising his brows and craning his neck to look at the twists of yarn in his lap.

very seriously, you hold up a very uneven and pathetic rope that took you more time than you care to admit to complete, and look him dead in the eyes.

"a scarf," you tell him, "for you."

and dammit if he doesn't have a hard time keeping up that cool exterior. so much so that when he's at home with you, there's really no such thing as Iceman--he's just Tom. still, he tries to keep some semblance of composure.

"oh?" he asks, his heart pulsing with affection. with the baseball game still droning on in the background and totally forgotten, he pushes himself up on his elbows before nodding sharply for you to come to him. "c'mere. I wanna try it on."

you debate it for a moment, looking down at your creation. it isn't necessarily what you envisioned when you started out. it's certainly not thick enough to be a scarf--nor is it long enough to wrap around his throat twice.

"c'mon," he encourages, a grin tugging at his lips. "I won't bite."

and this time, Ice mocks you, raising his voice a few octaves and waggling his eyebrows: "I wish you would."

narrowing your eyes at him, but biting a smile all the same, you slink off the sofa and then settle yourself on his lap, a fair amount of blue yarn trailing behind you.

Ice, smirking, holds onto your thighs and watches as you detangle yourself from your creation, eyebrows knit.

"got it, slugger?"

"you're in the danger zone," you warn, all bark and no bite. "here."

he sits up and lets you wrap the scarf around his throat, never minding that it's the middle of summer in California or the fact that he only has on a tee-shirt and boxers right now.

and then you press your palms against his hard belly, lips pursed as you admire the color against his tanned skin. he's grinning up at you, massaging the meat of your thighs until you're squirming a bit.

"how do I look?" he asks.

sucking your teeth, you fidget with a particularly strange looking stitch.

"whipped," you answer honestly.

he barks out a big laugh and you keen.

"that's the ugliest thing I've ever seen," you chuckle. he's still laughing and now you're laughing harder, too. "I mean, really, don't wear that out of the house! it's bad!"

"no, it's not!" he insists.

groaning, you collapse on his chest, cheek pressed against his neck.

"I just wasted my day off," you complain, but he can still feel that smile on your lips, that chuckle in your throat.

he smooths his hands over your hair, humming.

"nuh-uh," he insists. "I love it. really, I do! I'm gonna wear it to work tomorrow."

"fat chance," you snort.

he teasingly pinches your sides until you're squeaking and burrowing deeper against the warm skin of his throat.

"how 'bout this," he starts, tucking your hair behind your ears and craning his neck to catch your gaze. "Mav's birthday's coming up. we could always...regift."

grinning, you hold his cheeks.

"I love the way your mind works."

[mysticaldeanvoidhorse]

Not to get political here, but 80s and 90s Val Kilmer can rail me anytime

[topgun-imagines]

Bratty

Requested: yes

Summary: You learn what happens after you act like a brat at a New Year’s Eve party. 18+

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Smut. Penetrative sex. Fingering. Oral (f!receiving) cum play? Drinking. Foul language.

Note: This my first time writing smut. If anyone has any suggestions or tips feel free to send them in. Thank you to @alitheia-foxes for proof reading this. (Also, Madmartigan cause why not)

Pairings: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fem!reader

Soft music floated through the car as you and Tom drove. His hand was resting on your thigh as his thumb stroked patterns into your skin. The pair of you were headed to a New Year’s Eve party. One of the fancy ones that the Navy put on every year. While getting ready, Tom had expressed to you many times how he expected you to be on your very best behavior. You had a history of disobeying his rules at events like this. He was hoping that this night would be different.

In less than ten minutes, you were pulling up to the hall that had been rented out. Tom jumped out of the car first, moving around to your side to open your door. You accepted the hand he offered you gratefully. Grabbing the edge of your dress, you were careful to not let it get dirty as you stepped from the car. Your husband looped his arm through yours while you walked into the hall. A small smirk rose on your face at the sight of all the people. This should be interesting.

Tom lead you around the room, introducing you to various people whom he had worked with over the years. While you knew a few of your husband's colleagues, there was a vast majority that you had either never met, or you honestly didn’t care enough to know. While Tom was talking your eyes drifted around the room in boredom. He must have noticed the blank, disinterested look on your face because he removed the pair of you from the group and led you to a corner. His lips found the shell of your ear as he whispered in a low, harsh voice. “Be good and I promise you’ll enjoy what happens when we get home,” His words sent shivers down your spine.

A small smirk graced your lips. You feigned innocence as your eyes drifted up to meet his. There was a harmless smile on your face that seemed to fool your husband. In your heels, you were able to press your lips to his cheek softly. “Of course, Tommy.” You could feel him stiffen beside you. You were the only person allowed to call him that and normally, it was reserved for very specific scenarios. Ones that usually took place in the bedroom.

His eyes closed as he cleared his throat. When his eyes reopened, any trace of your malicious intent was wiped off your face. You offered him an easy smile when he looked down at you. You could practically feel his urge to roll his eyes. Honestly, you found it impressive that he resisted. “Can we go get a drink?” He nodded at you silently. His hand settled on your ass while he lead you to the makeshift bar.

About an hour later you were seated at a table with your husband and a few of his colleagues. Slider and his wife had decided to show up a few minutes ago, plopping themselves down beside you. You were sipping on your second champagne of the night while Tom was still nursing his scotch. The only reason that you were seated was that one of the Rear Admirals had decided to do a speech thanking everyone for coming. You couldn’t have been more bored.

You could see how invested Tom was in this man’s speech. He was most likely aiming for a promotion and wanted to impress. A wicked thought crossed your mind. Doing your best to contain your plan, you set your champagne flute on the table and moved your hand to his thigh. He paid you no mind, instead keeping his attention on the speaker. It became a different story when your hand began to drift higher up his leg. When your hand finally rested on your husband's bulge. Not able to help yourself anymore, you squeezed softly. You snickered quietly when he choked around his sip of scotch. Slider turned to check on his friend but Tom waved him off before he could. You were lucky that the tablecloth hid what you were doing.

Your thumb continued to brush over the fabric of his suit while you pretended to listen to the man’s speech. His hand disappeared below the tablecloth. Seconds later you felt his fingers wrap around yours and partially rip your hand off of him. He leaned over to you until his lips were level with your ear. His voice was low and measured, so as not to draw any attention to the pair of you. “Behave,” You only nodded softly in response. Your husband knew that nothing was going to change. He pinched your thigh softly. “I’m serious. Stop acting like a brat.” You could tell how serious he was and while you still planned on messing with him later, for now, it couldn’t hurt to fool him a little. You smiled innocently before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. He returned his attention to the speaker once more.

Minutes after the incident at the table, you excused yourself to use the bathroom. You quickly began what would be phase two of your sneaky plan. When you were finished in the bathroom you headed back out to the hall. By the time you returned there were only 30 minutes left in the party. You slid up beside your husband, feigning innocence as you settled into his side. In the middle of his conversation with the Rear Admiral that you had seen on stage earlier his hand landed on your ass for the second time tonight. The difference now is that something was missing. You fought your smile as you felt him stiffen next to you.

In the most professional way he could muster, Tom excused himself from the conversation before focusing his attention on you. The other man disappeared from your line of vision. Tom’s words were sharp and curt. You had clearly struck a nerve. “Where are they?” His voice was rough. Exactly the reaction you were looking for. With a barely noticeable smile, you pressed your bunched-up panties into his jacket pocket. He sucked in a sharp breath.

Tom gripped your hand tightly before pulling you toward the doors. He offered some people some half-assed excuse about why you were leaving early but other than that he was silent. He opened your door for you and raced to the other side of the car before he peeled out of the parking lot. The ride home was silent. For the most part, you considered whether or not you had made the right choice.

When you pulled into the driveway of your home, your husband was out of the car faster than you would have thought possible. Your door was yanked open moments later. He lead you inside wordlessly. The second you passed through the entry, Tom had you pinned against the wall, lips marking up the side of your neck. “Bedroom. Now,” He murmured into your skin. You heard him all the same, knowing that now your best option was to listen to what he said. He entered the bedroom moments later, eyes trained on you expectantly. “Take it off.” He motioned to your dress. With shaking hands, you removed the soft dress.

You could hear your husband hum approvingly. You were now standing in front of him in nothing but the lacy bralette you had worn tonight. He took slow, calculating steps toward you while your eyes drifted over him. Since you had arrived home, Tom had undone his tie and the first few buttons of his dress shirt. He walked up to you, slipping the tie from around his neck. His hand grasped your wrist gently, but you knew better. “Since you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself,” He murmured. You watched as the tie wove around your wrists intricately. “Now you don’t get to touch at all.” You wanted to groan loudly, but figured it was better if you stayed quiet.

Once your wrists were secure Tom began to rub his hands over your arms gently. Slowly, his hands found their way to the clasp of your bra. He undid it swiftly. You instinctively wanted to bring your hands up to cover yourself but your husband stopped you before you could. He grasped one of your breasts in his hand. You shivered slightly at the light chill of his fingers mixed with the sharp feeling of his ring. A breathly moan passed your lips as he tweaked your nipple. The chill of his fingers caused it to harden instantly.

You gasped quietly as his head ducked down to lap at the other. All the while, his free hand slipped between your legs to stroke at your dripping folds. Tom began walking you backward until your knees hit the edge of the bed. You fell back onto it and let out a soft squeak. With a nod of his head, Tom encouraged you to shuffle further up the bed. Your head fell back onto the pillows. Ice began to strip off the rest of his clothes, leaving him standing before you in nothing but a pair of black boxers.

He settled himself on the edge of the bad. He grabbed one of your legs by the calf, pressing soft kisses along it as he made his way to your center. When he reached your thigh he nibbled on it softly, soothing the bites with gentle kisses and laps of his tongue afterward. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, both your legs were thrown over his shoulders as he lapped at your folds. You moaned loudly as you tossed your head back. It felt heavenly as his lips sealed around your clit, drawing moan after moan and cry after cry from you. ‘Tom!” You cried softly. You wanted nothing more than to reach down and tug on his hair but unfortunately, that wasn't possible in your current state.

He continued on, licking at your cunt as if his life depended on it. His tongue began to slide in and out of you, causing you to cry out loudly. You could feel his hands tighten on your hips as you began to raise them, seeking more friction. ‘’M gonna come,” You murmured, head lolling to the side. Your thighs began shaking as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. He began sucking harder, lips sealing around your clit as one of his hands left your hips. The coil threatened to nap as Ice slipped one of his fingers into your tight heat. “Fuck!” You cried out weakly. Just as you were about to tip over the edge, both his mouth and fingers retracted from you suddenly. You groaned loudly, feeling your cunt clench around nothing.

“You thought you’d get away without a punishment, baby?” He cooed softly, climbing up your body. When his eyes met yours, he ground his sizeable bulge down into you. You whined softly. Miraculously, he was able to remove his boxers with one hand, tossing them to the other side of the room. Your eyes landed on his cock hanging heavy between his legs. He brought a hand down to stroke himself, pulling a low groan from him. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. The tip was an angry red, and slick with pre-come. A soft moan left your lips at the sight of another bead leaking from his slit.

With one arm and an impressive amount of strength, he pinned your arms above your head. With his other hand he lined his cock up with your entrance. With a small smirk he teased the tip of his cock through your folds a few times, tapping it against your clit lightly. You both groaned loudly when he pushed the first few inches in. Needless to say, your husband was one well endowed man.

The second he was balls-deep, he set a ruthless pace, knocking the air out of you with every thrust. “Couldn’t behave, could you?” He grunted out, bringing his hand to your clit. He began circling it in time with his thrusts. Your choked out whine was the only response that he got. He pulled out until only the tip was inside you before slamming back in. Ice’s lips landed on your chest, littering soft bites across your otherwise pristine skin. “Just needed one night of you behaving, but no. You just couldn’t help but be a little whore could you?” His words were sharp and straight to the point. He punctuated the unsavory name with a harsh thrust. The squelching sound of Tom rocking his hips into your brought another wave of wetness through you.

The only noises that could be heard in the room were the sounds of your slick and soft moans and groans from both you and Ice. His lips trailed up the side of your neck until they slotted with yours. The kiss was rough and messy, all teeth and tongue. He nipped on your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. “Can I please come?” You whimpered out, coil forming once again. Your husband grinned down at you, fingers seizing their movement on your sensitive clit. His thrusts slowed until he was just sitting inside you, letting you keep his cock warm.

He stared down at you mockingly. “I don’t know, can you?” You let out a high pitched whine. You began wiggling on the bed, searching for any type of friction to get you off. C’mon baby. Use your words.” You stared into his eyes, watching as they softened slightly. Even underneath this tough, dominant exterior he was still your sweet caring husband that you knew and loved.

“Please,” you pleaded softly. “Please, Tommy. Please let me come.” Ice could hear how desperate you were, which is why he took pity on you. His thrusts picked back up, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot with each one. You sighed blissfully when his long fingers returned to your clit. He tweaked the swollen bud between his fingers. In a matter of minutes your high was rebuilding. Soft moans escaped your lips as your husband brought you to your climax. When you finally reached it a loud moan fell from your lips. You shuddered in Ice’s arms as he coaxed you through it.

A whimper escaped you when you felt Tom pump his load into you. His thrusts slowed to a stop but his finger remained on your puffy clit, tracing soft circles. When he slipped out of you, you could see his eyes drift down to your weeping hole. He watched as his come slowly began to leak out of you. Not able to help himself, he brought a finger up to push it back into you. You whined, shifting your hips away from him when the overstimulation became too much. His thumb retracted from your clit. “Let’s get you cleaned up baby.” He murmured, lips pressing to your temple softly.

He got off the bed before heading into the ensuite. Moments later he returned with a damp washcloth in hand. Tom approached you, moving your leg before softly wiping down the inside of your thighs. You sighed softly at his gentleness. The cloth was tossed away. Ice climbed onto the bed and pulled the covers over the both of you. He pulled you to his chest and began tracing patterns into your back. “I love you, baby.” He spoke quietly.

You let out a sleepy yawn, curling into his chest. Your fingers played lightly with the dark tuft of hair that sat on his chest. “I love you too, Tom.” Your eyes fluttered shut, sleep overcoming you as you snuggled with your husband. The last thing you felt before you drifted off was the feeling of his soft lips pleasing a chaste kiss on your forehead.

a/n: Thank you for reading! Requests for holiday fics and moodboards are open.

[icegirl03]

Just leaving this here...

I don't own this it's from TikTok

[randoauthor]

Venom (T.K)

Pairings: Iceman x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Viper x Fem!Reader

Warnings: so many. PIV. sex, swearing. probably more ;)

Word Count: 2.1k

Author's Note: I for some reason poured my heart into this one and I feel like it's because I was already exhausted and then took some melatonin on top of it so yeah.

Summary: There's a new recruit at Top Gun, a female nonetheless. She drives the boys wild, and her mysterious nature and her off-limits rules make her stand out to the ones that like to play hard to get. The biggest thing they don't know is the one rule of mother nature. What's the one thing Vipers produce? Venom.

MasterList!

"Boys," Viper's voice came through the room, stern and strong. He stood tall in front of all of us his demeanor shifting slightly when the door opened.

Holy shit.

The black hair had been pulled into a tight bun. Her stature was tall, and she appeared closed off in the way of never letting anything on. Her eyes were a piercing blue and her skin was a soft tan. She smiled at the sight of Viper and made her way to the front of the room.

"(Y/N) Metcalf, callsign Venom."

I took a small glance over to Slider whose eyes couldn't be any bigger than they were. A hand shoots up into the air. Viper sends a sharp nod to Maverick's way.

"How off limits is she?" He questioned. A smirk displayed itself across Viper's face as he lead his daughter to a seat in the front row.

"She is very off-limits boys, if you so much as look in her direction I will have your ass packing before you can ask why."

Pete gave a sharp nod before looking over at his buddy, the two of them ogling at her for the rest of the lesson.

By the time we headed to change our first problem arose.

"Where the hell was she supposed to change?" Slider asked, rather loudly.

She chuckled slightly before looking at me. My breath disappeared from my lungs in an instant as her shirt lifted above her head, her bra was a light pink and I learned very quickly that it matched the thong she was wearing too.

Fucking hell.

"She's gonna be the death of me," I whisper to Slider as we get ready just two locker rows down from the beauty that was untouchable.

***

And not only was she beautiful but she could fly better than all of us. It made sense that she was Viper's kid. She was graceful in the air and once she was on the ground you could ask her any question you wanted to ask and shed come up with some kind of an answer for you.

She was magnificent. She was beautiful. She was Viper's daughter.

I couldn't ruin my chance at Top Gun but at the same time, she give me literally every reason to ruin my chances.

Today was no different than any other except for the fact that she didn't have much of a uniform. Not like ours. Her khakis came in the form of a tight pencil skirt that cupped her ass so beautifully that I thanked god every time I saw it.

"Iceman," Viper's voice pulled me from the thoughts I really shouldn't be having.

If she sounds so pretty over the comms I wonder how pretty she'd sound moaning my name?

No, no I can't think like that. If Viper only knew I'd be out of here so fast.

"You're flying with Venom today, Slider has some personal business to attend to." I glance over at her, those piercing blue eyes already staring back at me. I give Viper a nod before preparing myself to be up in the air, alone with her.

"So," she said catching up to me as we head to the locker room, "you've been awfully quiet. The famous Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky, a total ladies' man can't even open his mouth around me?"

I offer her a smile before keeping my eyes straight again. We take the longest in the locker room.

"What's your problem Kazansky?" She sounds frustrated. "I am trying my hardest to show I am interested in you and you don't even bat an eye at me. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I slam my locker in frustration only to reveal the female pilot, who seemed just as mad as me.

I ran my hands through my hair as I let out a frustrated breath of air.

"Maybe if you let even more hot air out, your head will get smaller." She shot at me, breaking something inside of me.

Within seconds I had her pinned to a locker, my hand gently around her throat as she let out a surprised gasp, her eyes growing wide at my outburst. My other hand finds her waist in a relatively firm grip. I lean in closer, so very close that I can smell the strawberry chapstick she always wore.

"I have been watching you for two weeks now, I have been wanting you for two weeks." I lean in for just a moment for our lips to touch and I was already hooked.

"For two weeks," I say looking into those blue eyes again, "for two weeks I have been wondering what you would sound like moaning my name while I fucked you."

I hear her breath catch in her throat ever so softly and for once I let my mind go wild.

My lips nibble gently at the sweet spot on her neck, my hands applying a gentle pressure to the sides of her throat. Her soft gasp made me want to take her right then and there, but soft footsteps approached.

And Viper opened the door.

He gave us just enough time to look more casual then I felt but I did my best to hide the ever growing bulge in my pants. This girl drove me crazy and the smirk on her face let me know that she knew it too.

"What are you two doing?" Viper questioned with one raised eyebrow.

"Nothing dad," she said in such a soft voice that I fell more to jelly than before. "Iceman and I were discussing strategy, it is you we are going up against after all."

Viper smiled at his daughter and gave a sharp nod before leaving the room in a hurry.

"As for you," she said, attention returning to where it had to be. "I don't fuck pilots usually, but something about you is different." She shot me the prettiest smile I've ever seen. "We can't do anything here it's too risky, I however have an entire floor to myself. Meet me tonight?"

I gave her a nod, a sharp fast nod.

I saw all of her that night. I saw her and I heard her and with every thrust into her I made I drove myself more crazy then the thrust before.

***

It's been two weeks since then, and after the events of today I haven't said a word to her.

We usually go at it every night but tonight was different, tonight was different because we were all forced to take a good long look at how our lives have turned out so far and if we are really okay dying tomorrow because of it.

The Navy was no joke, the things we did on a daily basis, putting our lives on the line.

Lieutenant Nick Bradshaw died today. And I was in the air with him.

I know she's asking about me, I know somewhere right now her father is questioning why she seems so concerned about another pilot.

In his eyes we are nothing more then pilots.

I had been drinking, slider having gone home a while ago just stopping by to see how I was holding up before heading off to the bar to pick up a new girl for the night. By my fourth glass I realized that the knocking wasn't my imagination.

She seemed tired when our eyes met. She had clearly been crying but I was not about to be the one to point that out to her. The sweatshirt she wore was huge on her but she seemed so cozy. I never said anything. Instead I took a step forward and found my hand in the crook of her neck, I lingered for just a moment more before finally allowing my lips to find hers. This time it feels different, this kiss is saying everything she won't.

I could have died today.

"Tom," she says pulling away from me slightly, those damn eyes making me melt again. "Make love to me."

And thats exactly what I did.

I pulled her inside before pressing her softly against the wall, my hands resting on her hips as I lazily find her lips again. This time was so different then the rest, the other times I have torn her clothes off by now, taken her right against this wall. But this time? This time I trail my lips down her neck finding that sweet spot just as easily as day one.

Her soft whimper made my heart beat faster and I grabbed her hand, leading her to the bedroom. God I wish I had fucked her here sooner. I didn't have any lights on, but the slight glow from the streetlights outside gave us just enough of a sense of where we where in the room, enough for her to sit on the edge of the bed. Enough for me to find my way on top of her. My lips found her neck first this time, carefully trailing down to the collar of her shirt.

"May I?" I ask softly, the soft whimper I earn in response tells me everything we need to know. I pull it over her head to reveal that she isn't wearing anything underneath it. I thank god and curse him at the same time.

While on hand finds her breast I let the other hold her close, her chest rises and falls more rapidly as my mouth moves from her neck down her chest, rolling her free nipple between my teeth while my hand gently plays with the other one.

The soft moans she was allowing to escape her mouth were intoxicating. And I knew that while I could continue to drag this out I wouldn't last much longer. I find her lips one more time before pulling myself off her, walking over to the night stand I pull out the empty box of condoms.

"Fuck." I say softly tossing the box to the side.

"It's okay," she smiles, "I'm on the pill."

I stand there for a moment weighing my options before taking my shirt off, discarding it to the floor. My pants eventually find their way to the floor too. She had taken her pants off at some point during my scuffle with the condom box.

I found myself above her again, her naked body proving to be a temple for me to explore and the anguish that was released as I pushed past her folds and plunged deep into her was insane.

I clung to her like she was my final source of oxygen and I was in outer space. I buried my head in the crook of her neck letting all my fear from today vanish within her. Each thrust grew harder as I kept my slow pace, her hands finding my back. At this moment in time I didn't even care if she left marks, I could deal with the torment in the locker room tomorrow. Her soft whimpers danced through my ears and coaxed a few sounds out of me too.

I could feel her nearing her high, after being inside her so frequently these past four weeks I have been able to learn her every move, know her every cue, love her every noise.

And the breathy whimpers she was letting out told me that I was doing everything right. Her hand moves to my forearm gripping it tight as her whimpers turn to shaky exhales of her breath, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her back arched enough that it her chest met mine.

I held her as she came undone, and with a few more fast strokes I found myself falling apart inside of her.

I rested my forehead against hers before giving her a breathy kiss, both of us trying to find enough oxygen to say anything at all. But we don't. It's not like there is much that could be said, not after today at least.

I pull her close to me again after cleaning ourselves up. The twin size bed not offering us much room to move but neither of us cared. I let her fall asleep listening to my heartbeat. I fall asleep with my hands tangled in her hair.

When I wake up in the morning she is gone, her clothes missing from my floor. I pull myself out of bed a prepare myself for another day when a pair of pink lacy panties catch my eye.

Because they are the same ones she was wearing the day I met her.

I smile before picking them up off their perch, only to find a note sitting underneath it.

Tom,

Last night was different, it was better, it was real. And I want that for the rest of my life. I'll see you in class.

Venom.

Sitting next to her name was a taunt. A taunt consisting of red lipstick in the shape of those lips I love to kiss so much. She is definitely living up to her call sign.

Because she is going to be the death of me.

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All Series/Works Masterlist:

I'm going to compile my series masterlists & any standalone pieces that I write in this post (at least for now). The look of the list will change as I write more. Happy reading!

Please assume that ALL works are 18+

All reader pairings are written as female readers unless otherwise stated in the description

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(Series) To The Bitter End: Doc Holliday x Earp!reader (completed)

15 Chapters (word count - approx. 47k)

Story Summary: The youngest Earp sibling joins her older brothers in Tombstone with the hope that the new climate will ease her consumption/tuberculosis symptoms and reconnect her family.  But as she settles into this new life, will she find something worth living for? Someone who can tame the loneliness? --------------------------------------------- (Series) By Your Side: Rhett Abbott x reader (completed)

23 Chapters (word count - 115k)

Story Description: Returning to Wabang was never something that Y/N had planned on, but with the loss of her father leaving her the sole owner of her family’s farm she must go back. Time spent at home forces Y/N to face the people she left behind. Will Y/N be able to navigate the murky waters of her past and present as the lines between them blur? 

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(One-shot) One More Ride: Rhett Abbot x Reader

(18+ MDNI) Rhett & Y/N spend their last night in Wabang together. Pushing away the weight of the world by falling into one another's arms. 

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(One-shot) When does it stop?: Jake Seresin x original character (reference to Bradley Bradshaw x original character)

Word Count - 397

Based on the thought of what would have happened if Bradley had been married before the Uranium mission, and Jake had been unable to save him and Maverick.

________________________________ (One-shot) Coming Home: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x Reader

Word Count - approx. 5k

Story Summary: Mickey and Y/N are visiting Y/N’s hometown while away on leave. Shockingly, the pair find themselves invited to her childhood friend’s Halloween gathering. This might sound like a dream, but it’s been four years since Y/N’s had any real contact with her friend, but with a little encouragement she decided to face her fears and go. While Y/N expects awkwardness to ensue, she certainly never expected to catch a raging case of baby fever.  

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(One-shot) Summer Haze: Robert 'bob' Floyd x Reader

Word Count: approx. 3k

Story Summary: After years of dancing around their feelings for one another, Y/N and Bob find their way back to one another at a community potluck.

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(Mini-series - Completed)

Together: Jake 'Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Together Part 2: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Together Part 3: Jake 'hangman' Seresin x Reader

Word Count: approx. 6k

Story Summary: Y/N and Jake have been friends since their time at the Naval Academy. The two of them acting as each others’ refuge during every up and down. But when a death in the family rocks Y/N’s foundation the two are forced to acknowledge the reality that their feelings for one another go far beyond just a friendship.

(One-Shot) The Case (18+ MDNI) Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

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(Series) Moving Foward Masterlist

Y/N Kazansky is many things. A loyal daughter, a world-class fighter pilot, and a fierce protector of those she holds most dear. But beyond the shiny exterior is a wounded woman looking to find her way back to the life she'd known and loved. When a mission brings her back to Top Gun, she is forced to confront the sins of her past while focusing on the uncertain future falling into place in front of her. 

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(Series) (In the Bleak Midwinter)

Left with the dying wish of her husband, Y/N finds herself in Birmingham in search of one Thomas Shelby. Old wounds for both will be brought to light as the pair finds a way to heal from the hurt of the past together.

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(One-shot) Every Part of You - Aziraphale x Reader

(One-shot) Ineffable Agony - Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley (gender neutral reader)

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I Think We're Alone Now [icemav] - Chapter 15

Fanfic Summary: After their grand declaration of mutual wingmanship, lce and Mav are constantly drawn to each other and it's really only a matter of time until they become more than friends. It's a venturous enterprise being a gay couple in the Navy. They are determined to make it work but life is putting more than enough obstacles in their way.

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lcemav's first year as a couple.

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Tom "lceman" Kazansky.

Content/warnings: 18+, pre and early relationship icemav, fluff, hurt & comfort, smut, banter, secret relationship, period-typical homophobia, very mild violence.

About the Chapter: Ice apologizes and Mav is completely in love.

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𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𓁹 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Ice is finally back on solid ground. For the first time in your life, you're not. 𓁹 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.5k 𓁹 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𓁹 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𓁹 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𓁹 𝐓𝐨𝐦 "𝐈𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧" 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𓁹 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝? 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭! 𓁹 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟐𝟑𝐫𝐝, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟏 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐂𝐀 & 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, 𝐍𝐘

It’s been a while since Ice has stood on solid ground.

Sometimes when he’s on a carrier in the middle of the ocean and eating oatmeal for the millionth day in a row or when Slider’s roping him into another game of Black Jack before drills, he can’t remember the simple things that he can only do on the ground. Like having his boots covered in mud after a trek across the park, the kind of mud that he has to polish at home with wax and a horseshoe brush. Or leaning against the apple tree in the backyard of his parents home, plucking down palm-sized granny smith’s and devouring them as he reads Pablo Neruda or Kurt Vonnegut. Even just walking into the grocery store, pushing his aviators to sit in his blonde hair, and breathing in all that artificial crispness before grabbing a rickety cart. These are all things that he never knows that he takes for granted until he doesn’t have them anymore, when he’s cutting through a gray sky over enemy territory, when he’s talking about bogeys and angels and firewalls. 

This is his first day back on solid ground in eighteen months, his first time back on solid ground since Kuwait. He can’t go home to Michigan and pick a granny smith from his mother’s apple tree and he doesn’t have his copy of Slaughterhouse-Five on hand. He did go to the grocery store, though, and now he’s walking across the park and eating a red delicious as the sun sinks out over the hills of California. 

All around him, life is happening. Children are flying kites, lovers are picnicking, men are biking, women are jogging, birds are singing, the wind is blowing. And it’s all just happening around him like he was never really gone at all--like he hasn’t seen what he’s seen and done what he’s done. He’s not sure if that makes him feel better or worse. 

As the sky, which feels very far away from him down here, is painted gold by the evening, he sits down on the grass. His boots are muddy--a smile tugs at his lips. 

And before he can really even think about it, he finds himself holding the soft apple against his mouth with his teeth and untying his boots before slipping them off. He peels off his socks, carefully tucks them into the boots. And then he holds his bare feet against the earth for the first time since touching down.

It’s the first day of his sabbatical. 

He knows that he’s going to spend it like this: with fruit pulp between his teeth, with bare feet. Not here, though--somewhere far away from jet fuel and palm trees and the Golden Gate Bridge.

Across the country, you’re sitting at the table with your grandmother. 

She’s smoking a cigarette, her white gloves impeccably unwrinkled and pristine, as she watches George Junior field congratulations and back pats from all these politicians and socialites and family members. 

“Funny,” your grandmother says, nose upturned and lips a flat line. “Can’t tell where Du Pont’s begin and crooks' end.”

She cuts to the chase, doesn’t worry about hurting feelings, which is something you’ve always admired. If you had it in you, you’d smile. But your heart is still racing and your temples are throbbing and that salmon really isn’t sitting well--but that could just be because of the corset you’ve got on beneath this already-tight dress. 

Cocoa, who married into the Wallace family a sturdy fifty-three years ago, has always been unimpressed by manicured events like this. Tonight’s dinner was supposed to center around campaign strategy, which was why they hired waiters to serve hors d’oeuvres and prosecco, and it somehow ended with you becoming engaged to George Du Pont Junior. Personally, Cocoa thinks that George is a blundering idiot. It isn't even his person that she dislikes--it's just people that are like him. Coyotes on the prowl. He’s been sniffing around for a wife of means, one that he can use as a ladder-wrung, for years. And now he’s hiked his leg and spread his scent all over you--in the form of the gaudiest diamond ring she’s ever seen. 

She loves you--which is why she hasn’t said that this is the difference between old money and new money. Wallace’s appreciate tradition, history, heirlooms. Du Pont’s don’t, which is why your ring has never been worn before by anyone but you. 

It’s too heavy on your finger. This is the kind of ring you could never forget is there--the band is made from thick gold, tight around your knuckle, and the diamond is bright and heavy. It feels like it’s weighing your hand down now on the tablecloth, among all the empty platters and discarded nameplates. 

“It’s so big,” you tell your grandmother softly, unable to break your gaze from the gleaming diamond. “How am I ever gonna get anything done?” 

Cocoa watches the skin between your brows pucker with concern, your cheeks hollowed and bitten with confusion. 

“With your right hand, I suppose,” Cocoa sighs, nudging you. 

You hardly budge, don’t smile. You're each other's ally at stuffy events like this. So, she knows undoubtedly that you are unhappy when you don't flush and try and shush her, giggling and biting your lip.

“How am I ever gonna get anything done now?” You murmur again, quieter now. 

Cocoa understands then that you don’t just mean tasks you have to do with your hands. 

She knew it. She knew you would feel this way when it came time to move, when it came to you wearing your ring and picking out veils and bridesmaids. You’ve practically been force-fed marriage your entire life--it’s easy to understand, at least for her, why you’ve been so obsessed with it happening. You’re so young, though, only twenty-six--which is only a year older than she was when she married. She remembers what it felt like wearing an engagement ring for the first time--like it was a leash. 

She’s smart enough to avoid saying all of this to you. Instead she just leans back in her wing-backed chair and casually strokes your hair a few times.  

“Might do you some good to summer at the cottage. You know, just before the wedding planning begins. Trust me, darling, you won’t have time to rest once it begins. What, with the guest list and registry and venue and tastings,” she lists. Your throat grows tight just thinking about it. She picks her manicure for a moment, watching your face from underneath her eyelashes. “No one’s claimed it yet, anyway. Not for the summer.” 

“Oh?” You ask. 

She can hardly hear you over the orchestra, who’s still persevering through their Antonia Vivaldi as all the suited men in the room slap each other’s backs and light cigars and talk crudely about taxes and donations. 

“Yes, darling,” she says, squeezing your shoulder. “Go.” 

You look at her finally, feeling faint beneath the glow of the yellow lights in this banquet hall. 

“Would you excuse me?” You ask very softly, a polite smile tugging at your lips. 

You start for the exit without awaiting her response, heavy gown dusting the floor as you cross the wooden floor in these blistering heels. 

“Here comes the bride,” George Du Pont Senior sings, ruddy cheeks smothered with grease from his foie gras, capturing you in his arms and pulling you against his chest with a booming laugh. “All dressed in white!”

Suddenly, you’re standing in a cloud of cigar smoke as all these men guffaw and pinch your cheeks and sides, chiding and calling you Missus. The orchestra is louder and the floor feels hot and your feet are pulsing and the ring is too tight on your finger.

“Oh, Mister Du Pont,” you say very politely, face warm, “ever the charmer.” 

Carefully, you try to break away, but suddenly you’re being handed off to George Junior, who peppers your face with wet, whiskey-scented kisses like he always does when he’s had too much to drink.

“How about an August wedding, huh?” George Senior says. “Oughta give you some time to get into shape, huh?” 

“Easy now,” Mrs. Du Pont warns, elbowing him. You can tell from where you’re standing a few feet away from her that the string of pearls around her throat is made from freshwater pearls. New money. “An August wedding would be a good way to bookend the summer, though, wouldn’t it?” 

“And we could get it out of the way before election season,” your father adds, brows raised. “That would be a weight off your shoulders, wouldn’t it, kitten?” 

Kitten. You haven’t liked that nickname since you were five-years-old.

“Yes,” you answer. 

George Junior sighs into your skin, his chest pressed against your back.  

“Are you buzzing?” He asks you. “Finally going to be a bride!”

You thought you would be buzzing--since this is what you’ve been waiting for the past three years the two of you have been together.  

“Yes,” you answer, wearing a grin even if it makes you feel overdressed. “Now, I’ve got to powder my nose.” 

You don’t powder your nose, though. 

You run boiling water over your hands and lather soap on your ring finger until you can slide the diamond ring off.

Then you stand there in front of the antiqued mirror, clutching the quartz countertop, and wonder how the Hell you’re ever going to get through this summer. 

When you fall back into your seat beside Grandma Cocoa, you’re flushed. 

“Okay,” you tell her.

She smiles, touching up her lipstick blindly. 

“Thought you’d say that,” she tells you. “Keys are in my bureau. Feel free to take the Wildcat--I never use it during the summer months, anyway.”   

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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁) || eddie munson x preppy!reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 || when your best friend (who just so happens to also be your ex) steve helps you get together with his new friend eddie, things go a little slower than you expected.

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September 1986

“Dude, if you like her, you should just go for it,” Steve insisted.

Eddie chewed the inside of his cheek for a second, staring out at the empty football field before turning to Steve on the bleachers dramatically. “And you’re sure it’s okay? I mean, with you two having gone out—”

“Of course!” Steve shrugged. “She and I have been friends a lot longer than we dated. I mean, that was, what, seven or eight months in sophomore year? It’s been years since then.”

“But you’re still so close,” Eddie noticed.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, “and actually— it’s perfect! I can help you ask her out!”

“Wait, you mean like, I have a friend who likes you or something?” Eddie wondered, seeming a little suspicious as he turned his head away slightly.

“No, a little smoother than that,” Steve assured, “like a wingman! Like Top Gun!”

Eddie sighed; he almost wished Steve had never seen that movie, now he wouldn’t shut up about it.

“Actually, she already kinda told me she’s into you,” he grinned, and Eddie’s eyes widened.

“Really?”

“Yeah, we were hanging out a few weeks ago and we played that game Fuck Marry Kill?” Steve began, and Eddie nodded. “It was you, John Stamos and Val Kilmer— she said she’d fuck you.”

Eddie gave a sideways frown.

"Dude. Seriously." Steve glared at Eddie's unenthusiastic reaction. "In that line up I was sure she'd kill you. But poor Stamos got the chop instead."

Eddie shrugged.

"Did you miss the part of the story where she said she wants to fuck you?"

But Eddie knew that wasn't what that actually meant. “I guess that’s good, but honestly, I was kind of going for ‘marry’," he admitted.

Steve laughed joyfully as he shoved Eddie’s shoulder. “Didn’t know you were such a romantic!”

“I-I mean, I’ve never had a real girlfriend before,” Eddie replied, “so I hope she wants more than to just, like, fool around. Not that I would say no to that!”

“Of course,” Steve nodded, “totally get you— I’m the same way, you know, tired of all the one-night stands.”

Yeah, except you have an endless supply and I’ve had four, Eddie thought.

“If you want, I could talk to her for you,” Steve suggested, “and get the scoop— see if she’d be interested. That way you know before you go through all the trouble of actually asking her.”

“Okay— but keep it subtle! I don’t want her to know I’ve got a crush unless it’s reciprocated.”

Steve nodded confidently. “You got it, Munson. I can be stealthy. Like a ninja.”

~

You were sitting on the floor throwing Sour Patch Kids, watching Steve open his mouth wide and lean to try to catch them. He got five in a row, before you threw one too much to the side and he had to dive so far that he fell on his side onto the carpet; you both laughed with your mouths full, and he kicked you by sliding his foot out over the carpet. You groaned and kicked him back, until you two were having a shoe war on the rug: his sneakers versus your loafers.

After the fight and giggles died down, a quick silence fell before it was broken. “So,” Steve said suddenly, “it’s time for me to ask my favorite question…”

“Oh god,” you rolled your eyes. “Time for the third degree.”

“Seeing anybody lately?” he grinned.

“I mean… I dunno,” you shrugged. “A few dates here and there, but nobody interesting.”

“Interesting?” he pressed. “You want an interesting guy to go out with, then?”

“What’s with all the sudden interest, Harrington?” you returned with a smirk; you only called him that when you were teasing him.

“I’m always asking about your dates,” he corrected.

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re nosy,” you scoffed.

“I just thought maybe we could figure out who you should be going out with."

“Maybe I should be single for a while,” you offered instead— not because you actually thought so, but because you wanted to figure out why he was so insistent on getting you a date.

“No, see, ‘cause this is the perfect time for a new squeeze,” he assured, “you know— fall’s just started, it’s getting chilly out, leaves are turning…”

You sighed dreamily, glancing out his bedroom window at the orange and brown leaves, rustling with the breeze that you just knew was blowing in a cold front from out East.

“Don’t you just wanna cuddle up with somebody this time of year?” Steve hummed, tensing up his shoulders under his soft Lacoste sweater.

“Yeah, alright,” you agreed, “I was thinking I should get a new boyfriend for the fall. I’m guessing based on your general shiftiness that you have someone in mind?”

Steve coughed and looked away. “I mean— I just had a couple ideas.”

“Such as…?”

He thought for a second, biting his lip. “Uh, there’s Joey Shelley?”

You frowned. “He’s cute, I guess, but he’s sorta… dull?”

“Okay, then— Keith Bowen’s fun,” Steve noticed.

“Yeah, he is,” you agreed, “but didn’t you go out with his sister for a while?”

“So?” he shrugged.

“Isn’t that, like, incest?” you shuddered.

Steve wrinkled his eyebrows together. “Um… no?”

“Whatever, it’s weird,” you decided. “And I dunno… he’s not really my type.”

“He’s exactly your type!” Steve scoffed. “If not him then that Ryan guy you were checking out at the theater last week.”

“I wasn’t checking him out, I was trying to figure out where he got his jeans,” you explained.

“Why?”

“Doesn’t matter,” you hummed, hoping to avoid explaining further since the real answer was that you were already planning Steve’s Christmas present.

“You don’t like any of my suggestions,” he noticed.

“It’s not that! I just— all those guys are just like the guys I always go out with,” you clarified with a sigh.

“What kind of guys do you always go out with?” Steve wondered.

“You know— preppy guys! Guys like— well, guys like you, actually,” you snorted. “I mean, you old money boys are fun for a while, but…”

“But you want something new,” he suggested, surprisingly unoffended by your diss on his fellow preps (though it couldn’t be that hard of a critique coming from a preppy girl yourself), “I get it. Wanna mix it up.”

You shrugged. “I mean, maybe I should.”

~

“Did you talk to her?” Eddie asked excitedly as he leaned in closer to Steve, who leaned back— Eddie wasn’t so good with the ‘personal space’ thing sometimes.

“Yeah,” Steve promised.

“Will she go out with me?”

“Woah, slow down,” Steve frowned, “I thought you wanted subtle— was I supposed to ask her out for you?”

“No,” Eddie sighed, “that would’ve made it easier but— no, it’s tacky. But did she say if she would go out with me? If I asked?”

“You didn’t come up,” Steve explained, reacting to Eddie’s disappointed expression by adding: “by name! But I think she’d be into it if you asked her.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, half-frowning. “You think? So, what, she might turn me down and then I look like an idiot?”

“Munson, to be honest,” Steve sighed, “I didn’t think looking like an idiot bothered you that much.”

Eddie gave Steve a look; Steve returned by motioning his head towards Eddie’s Hellfire shirt. Eddie, staring down at his outfit, wore an offended grimace when he met Steve’s gaze again. “Hey!” he yelped sharply. “I made this myself!”

“Exactly,” Steve nodded.

“Whatever,” Eddie scoffed, crossing his arms defensively, “this is different than clothes, anyway. I don’t want her to think that all I want is a date— like, I’m cool just being friends, too. But there’s that thing where, if you ask a girl out, you can’t really be friends after that.”

“Uh, I’m her friend,” Steve reminded Eddie, “and I asked her out.”

“In tenth grade!” Eddie added. “You’re smoother than me, anyways, I don’t even know what to say—”

“Just be honest, man,” Steve instructed, “just… tell her you think she’s pretty and you wanna go to a movie or something.” Steve shrugged, as if that required no effort at all, but Eddie was terrified just imagining saying that to you.

“When?” Eddie asked— his first of many issues with that idea. “I don’t have the excuse of seeing her at school anymore, and when school’s over she’s always hanging out with you.”

Steve smiled excitedly, finally finding a part of this plan he knew he could orchestrate. “We’ll find a way,” he promised cryptically.

~

It was Steve’s idea to go to the record store— he said he wanted the new(ish) Human League album and frankly, you never needed too much of a reason to kill time there. It wasn’t just the music or the respite from the increasing chill outside on your bare legs (maybe the plaid skirt you chose to wear today was a bit out of season, but it was cute), it was the atmosphere itself, it was the smell: old books, new records, paper album sleeves, and whatever rosemary-and-spice candle the owner was burning somewhere.

You flipped through the stacks and scoffed at the cover of The Queen Is Dead. “You should get your own copy of this instead of continuing to indefinitely borrow mine,” you suggested to Steve flatly.

“Is the new Talking Heads album any good?” he asked as he flipped the record around and presented True Stories to you, ignoring what you’d said entirely. Steve Harrington had some of the most impressive selective hearing you’d ever encountered.

Your search wandered out of rock and indie towards pop and synth, where Steve went on a rant you’d heard before about Cyndi Lauper and you pondered trying out Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. Someone coming up to you got your attention, and you heard Steve greet him before you actually recognized him: “Munson, funny seeing you here,” he nodded.

Turning and looking up at him, you found a friendly smile under a nose tinted red from the cold wind outside— even if the leather-jacket-and-denim-vest fusion looked like it would keep him pretty warm out there. He had the latest Alice Cooper album tucked under his arm, and the flamboyant cover caught your attention for a moment before you looked at his face again.

“Oh! Hey Eddie,” you greeted joyfully. “Didn’t expect to find you in the pop section…”

You shot Steve a look as he suddenly stepped backwards and walked further away— leaving you and Eddie essentially by yourselves. Eddie was more Steve’s friend than your own, wouldn’t he want to talk with you? But you couldn’t pay that much attention when you were trying to listen to Eddie’s reply: “Oh, I listen to all kinds of stuff, actually.”

“Well, your merch isn’t so diverse,” you noticed, pointing at his shirt; he looked down at it, like he forgot what he was wearing, and smiled.

“Yeah, this is one of my favorites,” he admitted. “The band and the shirt. My uncle got me this one for my birthday last year, actually.”

“Well, it’s cool,” you decided.

“Oh, thanks,” he hummed. “I-I like your necklace. Definitely classier than a worn-out old shirt.”

“Thank you, I—” you began, though you almost lost your breath when he reached up and touched the jewelry gently. “I… got it on a trip, with my parents? To Australia…”

You felt that shivery butterfly feeling as he toyed with the pearls around your neck. Was he flirting? You hoped so. Truth be told, you never really noticed Eddie when you went to school together; well, actually, a guy like Eddie was sort of impossible not to notice, but really you didn’t do anything past noticing him. Metalhead, D&D geek, flunker— you didn’t know much beyond that, though you didn’t take issue with him like most of the other kids in your social group did. A jock flipped his lunch tray on purpose once and you helped him clean it up, but that was the extent of your interaction.

You didn’t really notice that he was cute until Steve re-introduced you a few months back. It started with thinking that he was funny— in much more of a laughing with than a laughing at way for a guy like him— and then being flattered by his chivalry. It was little things, like opening doors and pulling out chairs, but you admired it. Despite a distinctly modern look, Eddie himself was sort of a classic guy, and that charming smile was timeless.

“Australia? That’s so cool,” he said suddenly. “I’ve never even been south of Kansas.”

“It's beautiful," you agreed. “We swam in the Great Barrier Reef.”

“I, uh, watched something on the Discovery channel about that one time,” he mumbled nervously, obviously aware of how much less interesting of a story that was. “I think they said, like, ten thousand different species live there…”

“That sounds about right,” you smiled, “but I didn’t see them all, obviously.”

The conversation stalled and Eddie rocked nervously on his heels; you examined him for a moment, expecting him to break the silence any second, but he never did.

“Since when are you so shy?” you tilted your head. “You’re normally so… boisterous.”

“Well, honestly?” he breathed. “I get really shy when I, uh, when I’m trying to ask somebody out.”

It still took you a second to get what he meant— you were actually about to ask him who he was going to ask out! Then it clicked, and you smiled. “Oh,” you blinked quickly, “you mean me, right? That’s sweet. What did you have in mind?”

“I-I just figured I’d ask if you wanted to go out sometime,” he decided, “with me.”

You giggled. “I meant for the date.”

“O-oh, yeah,” he sighed, blushing slightly; you liked this version of Eddie, even if you’d been crushing on the one that was so loud and crazy. “There’s a drive-in not too far from here, and I’ve got the van… do you like scary movies?”

“No,” you admitted, stepping up closer to drag your finger over his chest, tracing the letters of his Metallica t-shirt, “but maybe when the scary parts come on, you could protect me?”

You batted your eyelashes up at him, watching his eyes dart all over your face wildly. “Y-yeah, of course,” he promised quickly. “Not to brag or anything, but I’ve watched a lot of scary movies and I’ve survived them all. So you’re safe with me.”

“Good,” you hummed, stepping back and holding onto the strap of your bag that crossed over your chest. “So you can pick me up at seven, then?”

His shock turned quickly into glee. “Yeah! I’ll see you then.”

~

“S-sorry, I cleaned up as best I could,” Eddie promised nervously as you hopped into the van’s passenger seat.

“Oh, it’s fine!” you dismissed quickly. “Steve’s car is always a mess— not, like, dirty, but messy for sure. Random clothes everywhere.”

“Is Harrington stripping in his car that often?” Eddie wondered, curling his lips slightly.

You shrugged. “Guess so.”

Shuddering, Eddie started the van and began the familiar route to the drive-in. The sun was already setting, and it would be dark enough for the movie soon.

It was a short, but pleasant, ride; you took the time to catch up with Eddie and get to know him a little better, since you didn’t know a lot about him past the obvious.

“I’ve got everything we’ll need tonight,” he promised, “blankets, pillows— you know, to make the back all cozy— candy, snacks— do you like Sour Patch Kids?”

“Only the yellow ones,” you admitted, and he looked at you like you were crazy— but also, like he was into it. “I know!” you yelped. “Steve says it’s proof I’m a monster.”

“Monster? No, you’re perfect,” he said, so casually, like it didn’t make your heart skip, “and those are the only ones I won’t eat, so… guess we’re a perfect match, too.”

Biting your lip, you looked back at the road ahead— Eddie had just flipped on the headlights— and felt the warm, giddy flush crawling up your face. He was a flirt, that’s for sure, even when he had this nervous energy radiating off of him.

After finding the best available spot to park for the movie, Eddie asked you to wait in the passenger while he set up the back; for a few minutes as he unfolded blankets and arranged everything, you toyed with the pearls around your neck (after he complimented them, you kept them on despite changing most of the rest of your outfit, and he noticed, saying they made you look regal, ‘like a princess or something’) and waited.

“Ta-da!” he announced with an excited flourish of his arms and a wide grin when you were finally allowed to look: the back seats had been folded down, the back hatch doors were swung open, and the whole floor was padded with a pallet of blankets and pillows. And, right in the middle, a nice big stash of movie candy classics; including, of course, Sour Patch Kids. “Comfy, right?”

“Only one way to find out,” you smiled as you climbed in. He even held his hand out for you to lift yourself up with to get in the back, even though you definitely didn’t need it.

Once you were comfortable, he laid back on the blanket with you, letting you lean in close even though the movie hadn’t started yet— you could blame it on the chill in the air, but he’d see right through that.

“You really know how to show a girl a good time, huh?” you noticed as you relaxed on the soft padding beneath you.

“I-I try,” he stammered. “It’s been a while since I’ve— m’kinda out of practice, to be honest…”

“Me too,” you admitted.

“What?” he laughed. “Getting taken out doesn’t take any practice! All you’ve gotta do is sit there and look pretty.”

You batted your eyelashes at him; “How am I doing so far?”

He grinned as he tossed a blue Sour Patch Kid into his mouth. “You’re a natural, princess.”

When the movie finally did start, you were already getting that lovely jittery feeling from being so close to him, wondering if he would touch you: hoping he would, actually. Was he the kind of guy who waited until the end to kiss you? Or was he just waiting until everyone else in the surrounding cars was focused enough on the movie above for none of them to look back and see you making out?

But, you actually watched the movie for about the first act, occasionally whispering something to each other or laughing at a campy moment— and, of course, when you jumped at a scare and leaned in to him, he carefully wrapped an arm around you. Even with a relatively conservative touch, he nervously hesitated for a moment, but you found it endearing.

“Thanks for taking me out,” you whispered to him about halfway through the movie, making him look down at you.

“Y-yeah,” he agreed, looking like he was struggling a bit to focus on conversation with your face so close. “Thanks for, um, agreeing to go out with me. I wasn’t sure if you would.”

You grinned, biting your lip. “Actually, I was hoping you’d ask me soon.”

“Really?” Eddie raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t think I was your type.”

“You’re not,” you admitted, “that’s the fun part. Something different.”

“This is different for me, too,” he agreed.

“I’m not like the girls you usually take out?” you assumed.

“In the sense that you exist? Yes,” he nodded, making you laugh almost a bit too loud. “Yes, very different.”

“C’mon, you can’t be that hopeless,” you rolled your eyes.

“This whole town thinks I’m a freak, remember?” he smirked. “Even the women— uh, especially the women.”

“Guess I don’t mind it,” you shrugged. “Maybe I’m a freak, too… once you get to know me.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The tension of the moment lingered for a few moments of silence, neither you nor Eddie looking back at the big screen above you, keeping your eyes trained on each other. For a comment as sexually-charged as what you’d said, you didn’t expect him to follow it up with something so… wholesome. “Can I kiss you?” he asked.

Way too tender, way too sweet for how flirty and heated the conversation that led up to it had become. But it still made your stomach flip, and you nodded, and Eddie carefully cradled your jaw in his hand as he closed the distance and pressed his lips to yours.

It was chaste and patient, at first— gentle movements in time with each other, finding the rhythm, getting familiar with the faint taste of cigarettes under the sweetness of the sour candy you’d shared.

The moment seemed like it could go on forever, like the kiss never needed to end and never needed to progress; the movie played on in the background, but you hardly paid attention, focused instead on the sounds of his breathing picking up, of the blankets shifting beneath you when he moved, of the slightest sigh that fell against your face when you ran a hand up his chest over his shirt.

You opened your mouth wider, tilting your head back, not just allowing but inviting him to kiss you deeper— and he accepted gladly, one hand cradling the back of your head delicately.

His other hand ran down your back, settling at your waist; for a second you thought he might drift even lower and grab your butt. If he did, it would be sort of tacky, but you also wouldn’t mind that much for some reason.

He brushed his fingers over your jaw and tilted his face further, suddenly gaining a little speed and intensity as he tasted you, and you had to resist the urge to moan around his tongue carefully exploring your mouth. Fuck. Heat was already gathering between your legs from a kiss like this. Maybe it was due in part to how long it had been since you’d been taken out properly, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to control yourself if he wanted more.

You gasped softly when his hand slid up your leg. He’s gonna do it— he’s gonna reach up under my skirt and touch me. And I’m gonna let him.

It was impulsive and a little irresponsible, the way you were about to let Eddie Munson finger you right here in the drive-in, but it only turned you on more to think about how naughty it was. You actually wanted him to, you were so needy—

But he stopped moving his hand when he reached your upper thigh. Instead of moving in to carefully toy with the edge of your panties and eventually slip inside, he just started rubbing your thigh with his thumb, occasionally squeezing it as he kissed you.

He broke away from your lips, making you worry it was over, but then he dipped under your face and kissed under your ear. “Oh,” you gasped softly, and you felt him smile— cocky bastard.

Your hips rocked forward a bit, but he didn’t seem to notice: you barely noticed it, since it wasn’t exactly voluntary. Your fingers clutched his shirt, tightening even more when he bit your earlobe lightly just beside the pearl studs.

He was kissing a line down your neck when you shivered briefly. “Are you cold?” he asked.

You didn’t know how to say I was just trying not to rub my pussy on your thigh, sorry, so you simply mumbled, “kinda.”

“Do you want to get under a blanket?” he offered, and that sounded like a great idea and you nodded quickly. He nabbed another folded lump of fabric from behind the driver’s seat, laying it out over the top of you, and you cuddled up closer to him as the weight draped you both. “Do you wanna, uh, kiss some more?”

You giggled a little as you nodded again, reaching up to hold the back of his neck as he kissed you— harder, faster, deeper, getting right to the good stuff. You had to really fight the urge to lift your leg and rest it on his waist, it would feel so good and so… natural, but it would also be, you know, a little slutty. But that was becoming less and less of a concern for you as your need grew stronger and stronger. “Eddie,” you let yourself sigh against his lips, and he tightened his grip on your waist to pull you closer.

“What’s that, princess?” he whispered, egging you on, and you smiled.

“Eddie,” you said again, hearing him growl briefly in pride. He must’ve known that a kiss had never done you in quite like this, never tempted you to do things you didn’t like to do on the first date let alone in a car… in public!

You were so desperate, you could just picture it: him rolling you onto your back, settling himself between your legs and forcing them to part with the width of his hips. Kissing you harder, rutting against you, letting you feel how hard he’d become from holding you. But as much as you tried to encourage him to go a little further— tangling your fingers into his hair, moaning ever-so-softly into the kiss, arching your back (okay, that part wasn’t intentional, but you couldn’t help it)— he never bit the bait. He did literally bite you a few times, once gently on your swollen bottom lip and then twice on your neck later on, but that was as far as he went that night. When the movie ended he watched you climb back up in the front seat and drove you home— he even had the audacity to ask what your favorite part was even though he knew damn well you hadn’t been watching it.

“I liked the part where you licked my ear,” you answered, pretending to be so full of confidence, even though your heart was starting to race again as his own cheeks tinted pink.

“Y-yeah? Good to know,” he nodded as he steered the van around a corner.

There was a longer pause in the conversation as you waited for him to bring up your next date. You made it a whole twenty seconds. “Are you gonna ask me out on another date?” you finally blurted out.

“Now?” he wondered.

“I mean, that’s what you’re supposed to do, I think,” you shrugged. “I guess you could call me tomorrow morning instead, but, you could always get it over with now.”

“You know how this works a little better than I do,” he laughed. “If you’re so eager why don’t you ask me out?”

Your face got warm as he (accurately) called you out for your impatience. “I thought it was supposed to be the other way around,” you mumbled.

“I thought you were a feminist,” he retorted proudly, grinning at you.

“Okay,” you relented, unable to fight down a smile in response to his, “Steve’s throwing a party next weekend. Come with me.”

“I can do that,” he decided with a nod, “as long as I don’t have to dress up like a trust fund kid.”

You snorted. “Definitely not. I like the idea of you sticking out like a sore thumb, actually.”

“Happy to,” he grinned. “When should I pick you up?”

“I have to help Steve set the whole thing up, actually,” you replied, “so I’ll already be there— but show up at eight and I’ll have a drink ready for you.”

~

He got there at seven fifty-seven. He wasn’t usually so punctual, but the promise of seeing you again was a strong motivator.

You knew he’d arrived when Steve called your name from the foyer, loud enough for you to hear where you were scooping ice into cups in the kitchen. “Your boyfriend’s here!” Steve added, making your face flush— the other guests definitely heard that.

“Steve,” you whined as you dashed past him to the open door, seeing Eddie beaming at you from the welcome mat. “H-he’s not my boyfriend…”

“I’m not?” Eddie grinned with an inquisitive eyebrow as he stepped inside, kissing you on the cheek politely while Steve shut the door.

“You wanna be?” you realized.

“Duh,” Eddie laughed.

“When we’re only on our second date?”

“Princess, I wanted to be your boyfriend before we even went on one,” he replied, and your heart fluttered.

Smiling proudly, you pulled Eddie into a kiss, as Steve kept leaning on the door with one hand and resting the other on his hips; a proud grin was on his face. “I’ll be awaiting my Wingman Of The Year Award in the mail any day now,” he announced, making you break away and look at him suspiciously.

“Wingman?” you repeated.

“Y-yeah, uh,” Eddie choked, moving his hands to your waist carefully, “Steve sorta… helped me out, when I didn’t know how to ask you— it’s not important now.”

“Yeah it is,” Steve corrected, a little offended, “I just got her to make you her boyfriend— you’re welcome.”

“Oh, you’ve done it now,” you warned Eddie playfully. “Once Steve starts meddling, he can’t stop.”

“Whatever,” Steve rolled his eyes, taking his hand off the door and starting to walk backwards towards the rest of the party. “If you’ll excuse me, there are some more star-crossed lovers in need of Cupid’s assistance, so…”

He mimed the shooting of a tiny bow and arrow before he disappeared, making you and Eddie laugh. “He’s already a little tipsy, apparently,” you noticed, but Eddie’s mind had already forgotten Steve entirely as he stared at you.

“You look amazing, by the way,” he informed you, drinking in the sight of your tight dress.

“I thought we might match if I wore something black,” you explained with a grin, “I was right.”

“Aw, that’s sweet,” Eddie cooed, “you wanna match with your boyfriend…”

He put extra emphasis on the last word by kissing your neck gently, and you laughed as you held onto him tighter. “You really talked to Steve about asking me out?” you remembered, and you felt Eddie nod against your neck. “I can’t believe he didn’t tell me— he’s not much of a secret-keeper.”

“It doesn’t bother you, does it?” he worried for a moment, pulling back.

“Of course not!” you promised. “It’s sweet… really sweet, actually, imagining you telling Steve how you’re, like, totally obsessed with me—”

“Well, it wasn’t quite like that—” Eddie began to deny.

“Shh!” you stopped him quickly. “I’m imagining it, I can imagine it however I want.”

Eddie laughed. “Fair enough. Now where’s that drink I was promised?”

~

Over the course of the next two hours and five drinks, you and Eddie mingled with the rest of that upper crust crowd you were used to hanging with— and, yes, they were all somewhere between confused and irritated that Eddie was here. He’s with me, you kept saying, like his arm around you wasn’t obvious enough.

He even danced with you to some music you knew he didn’t actively enjoy, but that was partly the alcohol and not just his acquiescence.

As the night seemed to get louder and rowdier, you kept trying to find somewhere that you and Eddie could be, if not alone, a little less crowded. You went outside first, but it was chilly even with his arms holding you close. All the many bedrooms of the house were, uh, occupied by this point in the evening… and so, with a devilish grin, you grabbed him by the wrist and guided him to the upstairs guest bathroom— tugging him into it and shutting the door behind you.

Before he could ask why you were in the bathroom together, you stood up on your toes to get closer to him. “I’ve been thinking about you,” you whispered in his ear.

“Yeah?” he breathed, smiling. “What were you thinking about?”

“Our date,” you remembered, “how you kissed me in your van. There were all those people around… but now we’re alone…”

“O-oh,” he choked, “yeah, we are…”

“Can you kiss me like that again?” you pleaded coyly, and he gave you a slightly dumbstruck look as he nodded.

“I can try,” he whispered, pulling you into him for a kiss that made your knees falter for a half-second— though that was partly the liquor, too.

It heated up quickly, his body pressing yours back against the sink, your moans slipping in between the movements of his lips and tongue. You hopped back and sat yourself on the counter, wrapping your legs around his hips and grinning when you felt him shiver.

“Y-you’re so sexy,” he mumbled against your skin, kissing his way to your neck, making your back arch even more. When you tightened your legs around him, it forced him to press against where your dress had ridden up— and you could feel how hard he was, through his jeans and right on your dampening panties.

“Oh, fuck,” you sighed, desperate for him to rock against you, drunk on the way it felt to make his cock all stiff and throbbing like that. And also just a little bit actually-drunk, but that was only part of it.

He kept his focus on your neck, though he pulled your dress’ single strap out of the way to kiss your shoulder, too, and his fingers on your bare skin felt fucking electric; you wanted to just fall back and lay your head against the mirror, let him do whatever he wanted to you, but you hugged him tighter instead and carded your fingers through his curly hair.

“Need you so bad,” you admitted in a hushed moan by his ear, making him grunt and hold onto your hips tightly.

“You— fuck, you know we can’t go all the way in Harrington’s bathroom, right?” he whispered harshly, pulling away from your neck to look at you with dilated eyes and bitten lips.

“Why not?” you shrugged. “Not the first time I’ve done it in here anyways…”

His eyes went wide before he cleared his throat. “I— I think we should save it for someplace a little more special, don’t you?”

You smirked at him. “Okay,” you agreed, “but we can still mess around, right?”

He grinned mischievously as he answered, “Yeah.”

“Good,” you beamed, hopping up off the counter and spinning him around suddenly to pin him back against it, “cause I wanna blow you.”

“Blow—! Blow me?!” he blurted out. “Oh, I—”

You started to drop down on your knees, but you felt his hands hold tightly onto your arms to keep you up; and you tilted your head as you looked up at him. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he nodded quickly, “it’s just— I don’t want you to think you have to do that.”

“Oh, Eddie— I don’t think I have to,” you assured, “b-but if you want me to, I’d like to…”

He surprised you by pulling you into another kiss— not rough, but definitely a little hard as he pressed his lips to yours. Never one to question a kiss, you submitted to it and slipped your arms around his shoulders. It went on for a while, almost too long, and you started to wonder if he was ever going to let you get back on your knees for him; why was he stalling?

When he broke away, he pulled you into a tight hug. “Is everything okay?” you finally asked him.

“I don’t wanna take things too fast,” he whispered, and your heart swelled. Oh my god, I’ve found the world’s best man, you thought, knowing how rare it was for a guy to think with the head on his shoulders.

You pulled back and smiled up at him. “That’s sweet,” you decided, and he smiled back at you as he brushed his hand over your hair to softly pet your head.

“Yeah,” he agreed quietly. “We’ve got something special, I think— and the last thing I wanna do is mess it all up by rushing this.”

You leaned forward to kiss him quickly, and he smiled against you before you pulled back. “You’re so wonderful,” you hummed at him, feeling your chest warm even more as you realized you finally found a guy who liked you for you, and not just what you could do for him.

“I’m wonderful?” Eddie repeated incredulously. “Every guy out there wishes he’d been the one that brought you here tonight, you know— and none of them can believe it’s me instead. You do realize that?”

“Yeah,” you admitted with a shy giggle, taking his hand quickly. “Let’s go back out there so you can rub it in a little more, okay?”

“Okay,” he laughed as he followed you back into the hallway and through the crowd, shutting the guest bathroom’s door behind you.

You tried not to bring it up again after that, not to initiate anymore— because the way you’d left things it felt like Eddie would let you know when the time was right. Him being such a gentleman wasn’t what you’d expected— not that you thought he’d be rude and pushy or anything— but it was a pleasant surprise. Even better was imagining how wild he’d be once he finally caved and just couldn’t wait to have you any longer.

~

October 1986

“So, what did you wanna talk about?” Steve finally prompted as you walked side by side on the trail, leaves in every warm-toned shade decorated the earth around you. He knew you were going to keep stalling, even though you’d called him and asked if you could walk to the coffee shop together and ‘talk about something important’, unless he brought it up first. You sighed— you’d wanted to stall just a bit longer, but maybe you might as well get it over with.

“Well, I feel kinda weird talking to you about this…” you trailed off.

“Me? You tell me everything,” Steve explained.

“But Eddie’s your friend,” you sighed, and Steve stopped walking— so you did, too.

“Wait,” Steve got stern quickly, “is everything okay? He’s not hurting you is he? Do you think he’s cheating? ‘Cause I—”

“Nonono,” you interrupted quickly, “it’s fine— he’s great. He’s… amazing.”

“Okay,” Steve nodded, “you just let me know if he’s doing anything messed up to you, okay?”

“That’s the thing,” you frowned, crossing your arms tightly, “it’s more of what he’s not doing to me…”

“Huh?”

“Well, we’ve been going out a while now,” you began, “and I guess I thought— well, usually, by this point— you know I’m not a slut!”

He blinked rapidly at the sudden change in topic. “W-well, yeah! What’s that got to do with it?”

“I don’t like to put out on the first date,” you explained, “not even the second or third— I like to take things a little slower, it pisses some guys off but it pisses off the right guys so they can dump me if that’s all they want.”

“Right,” Steve agreed. “I should try that…”

“Yeah, right,” you rolled your eyes, knowing Steve wasn’t going to be able to keep up with a no-sex-on-the-first-date rule for long. “Anyways, my point is, with Eddie… I was actually gonna go all the way with him on our first date."

"Woah!" Steve laughed, but he raised his hands up when you glared at him. "No judgment! Seems like it worked out, anyways."

"N-no, I was going to, but then we didn't."

Steve raised an eyebrow.

"Then at your party…"

"Oh god," he shuddered, "just tell me you didn't use any of my mom's nice hand towels…"

"No! Steve, we didn't do it there," you groaned, "he actually told me that he wants to take things slow."

"Oh," Steve relaxed, "cool— I guess he's pretty serious about you."

You nodded, remembering when you thought of it the same way, but that logic was less comforting now.

"So, how long did he wait before you…?"

You looked at Steve, eventually raising your eyebrows to try to signal him wordlessly, but it took him a couple seconds to put it together. "Oh, shit!" he yelped. "You haven't, still?!"

"He must think I'm hideous," you assumed immediately, hiding your face in your hands.

"I'm sure it's not that," Steve tried to assure you.

"What would it take for you to not sleep with your girlfriend after a month and a half?" you pressed.

"Uh…" Steve stalled, biting his lip.

You crossed your arms, waiting impatiently. "Let me guess: an apocalyptic event of Biblical proportions?"

"Yeah, something like that," he admitted.

"See! He's not into me at all," you whimpered.

"No way," Steve insisted, "he was crushing on you hard way before he asked you out. He told me! He only waited as long as he did 'cause he thought I'd have a problem with it, for whatever reason."

"So what changed?"

Steve pondered that. "Uh," he realized suddenly, "you don't think he's got, uh…"

Steve whistled as he held up his pinky finger, and you choked on your own throat. "We've done stuff, you know," you informed him, "and from what I can tell, that's… not the issue. At all."

"Okay, okay," Steve waved his hands, “spare me the gory details.”

“I don’t have gory details, I haven’t even seen it,” you whined.

“But it feels normal?” he prompted.

You shrugged. “Through jeans.”

“Huh,” Steve considered, “maybe he’s worried about how it looks, then. Maybe it’s all… weird-looking.”

You grimaced. “I mean, maybe…”

“Maybe it’s like, a zombie dick!” Steve exclaimed.

“You’ve been watching too many scary movies,” you rolled your eyes— this is what happens when you watch horror movies every day in anticipation of Halloween, apparently.

“Or maybe it’s an alien that controls his mind!” Steve continued regardless.

“Pretty sure all guys’ minds are controlled by their dicks, Steve,” you sighed. Except my boyfriend, the metalhead prude.

~

You and Eddie had been watching horror movies to get in the spooky spirit as well… you just hadn’t been watching them as effectively.

“Eddie,” you giggled as he kissed up your neck, tickling you with the tip of his tongue. He traced the shape of your ear and you groaned, pushing on his shoulders slightly as your back arched.

“I thought you liked that,” he teased.

“I-I do,” you admitted.

“Then say it,” he prompted; your thighs clenched.

“I… I like that,” you whimpered, “fuck, Eddie, s’good…”

He hummed proudly and latched his teeth onto your neck again, pressing his chest up against yours. It reminded you how hard your nipples had become, and you found yourself reaching to find one of Eddie’s hands on your lower back, guiding it up up up until he was grabbing at you through your shirt. “Fuck,” he grunted by your ear, “wanted me to feel your tits, coulda just asked, princess.”

He was definitely an auditory kind of person, liked to hear you say it all: feels good, right there, touch me, kiss me— only thing he didn’t like to hear was do we have to stop now?

Because it always stopped too soon for your tastes; you’d been camping out at second base for ages, and not that you didn’t love the way Eddie’s fingers teased your little buds at the same time that his thick hands groped your whole chest appreciatively— not that you didn’t love the way he swore you were perfect, voice low and rough as he showered you in compliments and oh-so-politely asked permission to put his mouth on them. But god, if that was the way he teased you here, you could only imagine how it would feel on your clit, those expert fingers rubbing you as he watched your face fall into ecstasy, as he told you he would put a few inside to warm you up for his cock…

Literally, you could only imagine it. It was driving you actually fucking crazy.

He hummed as he pushed your shirt up, latching onto your nipple the second one was exposed to him, and you cried out loudly— probably loud enough for one of the neighboring trailers to hear, honestly. Not that you had the energy to care about that now.

“So sensitive,” he mocked lightly, flicking the bud over and over with the end of his tongue for a second. “Are they always like this?”

No, only when you’ve been edging me for seven weeks. “J-just for you,” you stammered out, and he hummed quickly before moving on to the other, tilting his head— he looked damn good like that, eyes shut with his lashes resting on his cheeks, mouth open just enough to fit your nipple inside, full lips suckling at you. “You’re pretty,” you blurted out, and he blinked those big eyes open to smile up at you.

“Me?” he chuckled. “Nah, no way.”

“Yeah you are,” you insisted with a laugh, sitting up slightly. “You’re hot, actually.”

You reached for his shoulders and guided him back, until he was sitting properly on the couch again (which he hadn’t been since ten minutes into the movie when he descended on you) and you were the one leaning over him. “Oh,” he gasped a bit when you straddled his lap; the energy changed a bit.

“Is this okay?” you asked quietly.

“U-uh, yeah,” he nodded, and you smiled as you rested your hands on his shoulders before you kissed him again. It was a little different this time, it felt less like fooling around and more like… something important. His hands didn’t stay glued to your chest this time, they wandered carefully to your exposed back, holding you delicately like you were breakable; his kiss was delicate, too, everything felt more patient. You thought it couldn’t get any better than that heat-of-the-moment feeling, that playful energy you had before, but the sensuality of this was newer and even more addictive.

You sighed as you moved in his lap— not of your own accord, just your body surrendering to instinct. Your hips sought any friction they could find and your hands searched his chest for a good place to latch on to; they ended up sliding over his neck and into his hair, which made him softly moan as you tugged on the messy locks.

“Princess,” he choked, “fuck— you’re so… fuck.”

You rocked your hips a little slower, but pressed down harder into his lap, and both of you groaned as you rubbed right on the firm bulge under his fly. “Eddie,” you whimpered, feeling his fingers tighten at your waist, “I— I want you…”

Your heart sank as he gasped and pushed you back. “M-maybe we should slow down a bit,” he decided suddenly. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you stared down, sitting on his knees.

“Um… okay…” you mumbled quietly. You hadn’t really tried to get things going since Steve’s party, but you didn’t really suspect that if you did, you’d be outright rejected. It wasn’t something you were used to in a time like this. “Do you… still wanna kiss?”

“Yeah!” he said quickly. “I just… I don’t wanna take things too fast.”

That excuse was cute a month ago. Your shoulders slumped defeatedly and you pulled your shirt down again— but you still felt uncomfortably exposed, somehow, and you wrapped your arms around yourself to try to distract from the empty feeling inside.

“Oh god, princessl, what’s wrong?” he cooed quietly. “I-I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I know… but can you tell me what’s going on?” you pleaded. “Is it me? You are attracted to me, right?”

“What?! Of course I am,” he shook his head, bewildered by your insecurity. As if that was something you should’ve figured out by, what, clairvoyance?

“I’m just not sure what to think,” you mumbled. “I wanna go further— and I don’t wanna, you know, force you or pressure you or anything, but to be totally honest… I’ve never had to talk a guy into sex before. And I can’t help but wonder if there’s something wrong.”

“No, nothing’s wrong,” he promised, “at least not with you. I do wanna, you know, take the next step with you. It’s been driving me crazy to keep stopping you when you offer… all that stuff…”

“So why turn me down?” you pouted. “If we both want it, what else is there to worry about?”

He sighed slightly as he glanced away.

“C’mon, Eddie, is something going on?” you pleaded. “Just talk to me. Whatever it is, I wanna know.”

“Well, yeah,” he relented, “it’s… it’s me, it’s this thought I have every time I try to take things past just making out.”

You waited patiently for his explanation, wringing your hands nervously.

“You and Steve went out for… a while,” he recalled. “And, you know, he’s— got a reputation. A very good one.”

“Oh,” you sighed.

“And he’s, uh… been with a lot of girls,” Eddie continued nervously. “I-I’m not a virgin or anything, but I’ve never actually had a girlfriend before, so…”

“So?” you encouraged.

“I guess I just… I’m worried that I won’t be as good as him,” he finally admitted. “Actually, I’m about ninety-five percent confident I won’t be as good as him— and if I’m not, maybe you… won’t wanna go out anymore.”

“Eddie,” you sighed, equal parts relieved and heartbroken and bewildered. You reached up and held his face in both your hands, making him look at you. “I wanna be with you. Not Steve, or anybody else.”

“And when you say be with…” he trailed off.

“I mean that in every sense,” you clarified. “I like going out with you, I love being your girlfriend. And I want us to do what boyfriends and girlfriends do— I want us to, you know… touch each other, and pleasure each other…”

You lowered your voice, moving in a little closer on his lap, and his gaze seemed to get a little heavier.

“Feel each other,” you continued, “and explore, you know? ‘Cause yeah, it will be different than it was with Steve. But Steve and I had to get to know each other before it was really great. I think once we get a chance to practice, we’ll be even better.”

“Practice?” he repeated.

“Yeah,” you grinned, “that’s the fun part.”

Eddie blinked at you quickly. “I— I guess it’s different when you’re dating, huh? Because I’ve never had a chance to, uh, improve for next time. I’ve never had a next time before.”

You smiled. “Well, if things go my way,” you explained, leaning in closer beside his face, “there’s gonna be a next time—” you kissed his cheek, “and a next time—” you moved around and kissed the other— “and a next time…”

He shuddered when you placed a quick peck on his jaw. “Okay,” he breathed, “I like the sound of that. But… I want our first time to be… you know, really amazing and stuff.”

You laughed. “After all this damn anticipation, I’m sure it will be. You drove me crazy making me wait so long, Eddie.”

He coughed; “S-sorry,” he offered, “I wasn’t trying to, I swear. And it drove me crazy, too. I honestly wanted to make it with you right then and there in my van at the drive-in on our very first date— but I figured I’d get slapped if I tried that.”

You bit your lip as you leaned in a little closer. “Eddie, I would’ve let you,” you whispered. “I was so hot for you, I wanted you so bad…”

He swallowed as he blinked up at you. “I-I didn’t think you were that kind of girl,” he admitted, and you giggled.

“I’m not,” you promised, “I just couldn’t help it when you kissed me like that. I was totally yours, Eddie, from the first kiss.”

His fingers squeezed your hips and you purred. “God, that’s— you’re so perfect,” he sighed. “I-I was honestly afraid I would bust in my jeans that night,” he admitted with a soft laugh, “and then at Harrington’s party, when you said you wanted to…? I was toast.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You know, that offer still stands if you want me to—”

“Oh, fuck no,” he laughed, “I’m already gonna be fighting to last once I get inside you, don’t need you getting me all worked up with that pretty mouth you’ve got.”

His finger traced your lips and you opened them to suckle on the end of it; his lip twitched and you felt his hips rock up against you.

“Fuck,” he grunted, “let’s go to bed, angel, I think we’ve waited long e-fucking-nough.”

Of course, ‘let’s go to bed’ makes it sound more cooperative— really he all but carried and dragged you across the trailer to his bed, tossing you onto it and peeling his shirt off in a second before he descended onto you. Giggling, you held the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss you sweetly.

Your shirt didn’t last long, either, but he was more interested in getting your skirt and stockings off; and thank god for that, because you didn’t need any more foreplay after getting teased for the past… sixteen, maybe seventeen dates? You lost count a while ago.

He propped himself up on one arm above you, looking down with his bottom lip between his teeth as he saw your panties. You bit your lip, too, at the sight of his expression— of his eyes darkening a bit and his chest filling with a deep breath.

“Oh, princess,” he cooed, making you shiver joyfully. “Look at these…”

His fingers traced the lacy edge of your underwear, toying quickly with the little bow at the front. “That tickles,” you mumbled, and he met your gaze again with a grin.

“These all for me?” he assumed, and you nodded. “Wanted to get all dressed up for me, in case I finally took you to bed?”

“Something like that,” you admitted. You hadn’t worn nice panties to every date, as your hope for more than back-of-the-bus level touching faded, but thankfully something told you to wear them to this one. That ‘something’ being Steve.

“They’re cute,” he decided, “all… girly, and delicate, like you.” He lifted your legs slightly, and his playful attitude shifted to something a bit more intense. “And they’re— fuck, baby— they’re soaked.”

You wiggled your hips, slightly self-conscious about him staring at the wet patch on your blush lace. “Th-that’s just what you do to me,” you replied, just before he shut you up with another bruising kiss, pressing his body down on yours. Even just his bare chest against your own was soothing and warm.

He rocked his hips against yours, pressing the bulge under his fly right up to that wet spot on your panties; you could feel the ridge of his head, the way his cock throbbed, even his balls pressing up to your ass through the denim. “That,” he whispered into your lips, “is what you do to me.”

“Fuck,” you whined, “I wanna— lemme feel you, Eddie, please, I w-wanna… wanna touch you there.”

“Where?” he prompted teasingly.

“Your cock,” you groaned, and he sat up to start working on his belt.

“Coulda just said so,” he insisted with a wink, admiring the way you looked all wide-eyed and needy as you watched him open his jeans.

If only it had been that easy; but you were sure the wait would be worth it, especially when you saw the thick outline of his cock through the checkered boxers. It looked even bigger than it felt before— actually, you were a little light-headed looking at it all of a sudden.

You were reaching up for the waistband already but he stopped you, grabbing your hands and grinning mischievously as he pinned them at your sides. "Ah ah, not yet," he corrected teasingly, "I wanna see you first. You wrapped your pussy up like a little present for me, don't I get to open it?"

You wouldn't have minded if he opened that present the way he actually opened presents: tearing at the paper ferally. But instead he removed your panties slowly and delicately, like one of those people who unsticks the tape and saves the paper. Except instead of that he was sliding his fingers down your thighs, watching the lace unstick from your damp folds, groaning low in his chest as you were revealed to him.

It wasn't until the panties were past your ankles and tossed aside that you could open your legs— or, more accurately, that he could carefully guide your legs to spread for him— and he stared down with his lip between his teeth at your pussy. You felt a little awkward being examined like that, but it was all worth it for the way his nostrils flared, the way he brought his thumb to the point where your lower lips met and pulled your sex taut for a better look at your swollen button, the way he sighed and tilted his head back for a moment with his eyes shut— like it was too much to look at it for that long, like he needed a break to cope with the perfection before him. "Baby," he all but moaned as he stared down at it again— and then at you, at your shy face waiting for him to say something. "So fuckin' pretty. Shit, gotta be the prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

You bit down on your smile as he laid down over you again, kissing you hungrily. You felt him start to push his own boxers down and you weren't about to let him do it all by himself, so you reached down between your body and his to grab his erection— and you both groaned as you held it.

"Mm," he hummed, kissing your neck for a moment, "your hands are soft…"

But his sweet tone shifted a bit as you wrapped your legs around his hips, making him press forward enough for you to guide his squishy head right over your folds.

"Fuck," he whispered harshly, "y'wanna put it in for me, princess?" He seemed amused by your eagerness, after spending the last month and a half making you this desperate. "Just can't wait anymore, need me too bad?"

You whimpered, but nodded. He pulled his face back from where it had nestled by your neck and looked down at you with a smile. His gaze had softened a bit, something sweet and gentle in his stare. "Need you, Eddie," you agreed before he could even ask you to just say it, princess.

He kissed you again, a little more patiently, and let you move his cock right up to your hole that had been flexing helplessly since this all started. He kept kissing you even as he pushed inside, both of you gasping together at the feeling.

“Oh, Eddie,” you sighed into his mouth fallen slack, holding tightly onto his shoulder blades. “Is that— are you all the way in?”

“Just a little more,” he whispered, “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

You shook your head, and he gave you the rest with a gentle thrust into the end of you; you arched your back, but it wasn’t too difficult to take. He was thick enough that maybe it should’ve stung, but after this much anticipation you were beyond prepared.

“Wow,” he panted, right into your slack-open mouth, “you feel like fucking heaven.”

His pace was gentle and slow at first, each of his breaths hot puffs across your face before he had to hug you tighter, hold you closer, bury his face just above your shoulder. Your walls hugged onto him tight, just like your legs wrapped around his hips, and he breathed in the scent of your heated skin by the crook of your neck.

With each stroke you dragged your nails lightly across the back of his neck, tangling your fingers into his mess of curls.

Your cheeks burned when you heard the sound of it, the wet noises that filled the trailer each time Eddie's hips collided with your own.

"Fuck," he sighed right by your ear, "princess— you're so… so fucking wet…"

That much was obvious, but hearing the way it made Eddie practically melt was amazing. His voice broke with each moan beside your ear, every slide against your dripping walls, every plunge into your warmth. He picked up the pace quickly, struggling to hold himself back anymore.

He whined out your name a few times, his clammy hands slipping under your back and keeping you hugged tightly against him. "S-so good," he grunted, "you're so good, princess, feel so good for me— fuck."

Turns out, Eddie was just as talkative during sex as he was at all other times. And thank god for that, because hearing him talk made you shiver all over, even inside. "Eddie," you whimpered, feeling the curve of his cock stroke right on that place inside— at just the same time that his hips were rubbing on your clit from the gyrating motion of his thrusts. "Fuck— right there, right there—"

"Like that?" he noticed. "This how you like it, baby?"

"Yes," you promised. "Yes, yes, yes…"

He kept his motions the same but moved a little faster, skin slapping on yours and your whole body rocking up and down— or maybe it was the mattress under you… or maybe it was the trailer itself. Possibly all of the above.

His mouth was wide open just by your neck, every soft grunt and panted breath falling out for you— and they were getting louder the longer he went on, his grip on your back was tightening. You knew he was close already from all of that plus the way you felt his cock jump inside you, and it turned you on like nothing else.

"Princess," he whined, "you— god, you… fuck."

You giggled a bit at the way he had failed completely to finish whatever sentence he'd started.

"Aw, don't laugh at me," he pouted slightly, though the way he had to talk through his teeth made it sound almost like a threat— and you really liked that. "Can't help it, I can't fucking think straight when I'm inside you— Christ I still can't believe it, you know. That you want me. You could have anybody— fuck— and you feel fucking perfect and— god I dunno how much more of this I can take."

As good as it felt, you weren't quite there yet— you weren't even close, really. It always took you a while to finish, but Eddie clearly didn't have a while: he was already all red in the face and moaning weakly into your neck, fucking you with needy and erratic thrusts. But you didn't even care; it was so sweet, seeing him lose his cool so quickly, you didn't mind if you weren't left quite as satisfied at the end of this. It was worth it to watch him fall apart and know you were the cause.

“Fuck, fuck!” he whined. “Oh— fuck, I don’t wanna come yet, I shouldn’t come yet—”

But you could see it was killing him; his face was tightened up so hard and he couldn’t seem to force himself to slow down. “It’s okay,” you promised, “it’s okay, you can come, Eddie…”

“Oh my god oh my god,” he rushed in a split second, “I-I’m gonna come. Fuck, I can come inside, right?”

You laughed lightly. “Yeah,” you assured.

“Good, ‘cause, I dunno if I can pull out,” he admitted.

In a second he was slamming his hips into yours, desperately chasing release— and your moans got louder and sharper at the feeling.

"Fuck, baby, fuckfuckfuck—!" he whimpered, moving his hands to your hips to keep you as still as possible; and suddenly, he sunk down and deflated with a long sigh, and knowing he was coming inside you made a tingle crawl up your back.

He only took a half second to catch his breath and blink his eyes open before he was looking at you apologetically.

“I’m so sorry,” he panted right away, “you didn’t—”

“Hey, it’s fine,” you promised, “like I said, there’s always next time—”

“No,” he said firmly, surprising you. “This time. You need to come this time, too.”

"W-well, I—" you started, cut off when his thumb found your slick and throbbing nub and stroked it in careful circles. Instantly your hips jumped and your walls seized up, a shaky breath slipping out of your lips. "Oh…"

"S'that better, princess?" he cooed, still breathing heavily— he hadn't even lost his boner yet, and the feeling of your pussy bearing down on him from pleasure was surely helping to keep it alive. "Tell me how it feels."

"Good," you choked, feeling him press harder on it, "fuck, I— I like it when you touch me there…"

"Mhm?" he encouraged. "Like when I rub your clit?"

You sighed; "Yeah, fuck, Eddie— I like it—"

He pulled out suddenly and climbed down, kissing and biting hungrily at your inner thighs before you'd even processed what was happening. It made your hips lift off the bed, the way his teeth teased your sensitive skin, and the pressure of that forced a thick drop of his come out of your cunt.

When he saw it, his eyebrows knitted and his chest sunk— he almost looked heartbroken just from the sight of it.

"God, that's too perfect," he groaned, "I got you so full, princess, you can't even fit it all inside— it's dripping, baby, fuck, that's my come dripping out of you right now…"

He held your thighs and stared right at it, watched that creamy white drop run down the seam of your ass, your little hole flexing right in front of his face— and he couldn't help it, he had to dive in and lick it up.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as he latched onto you, hot and hungry mouth tasting every inch of your cunt that his tongue could reach.

"Eddie!" you yelped, shocked but overwhelmingly aroused that he was doing something so… well, filthy. Eating his own come from you after pumping it so deep into you; and he seemed to be just as pleased, shutting his eyes tight and moaning as his plunged his tongue inside you and lapped up the mix of his come and your wetness.

He broke away for just a second, panting, looking up at you with glassy eyes. “We taste so good together,” he said, like he didn’t even notice how sexy that was to say. He went in again to lap at you, taking more time over your clit this go-round— and making your legs shake a little when he did. His eyes darted to the side as he noticed it, a grin breaking out around his extended tongue which he slipped back into his mouth. “Oh… I like when you do that. Think I’ll have to see if I can make you do it again.”

He gave another wide lap of his tongue over your bud, pressing down hard until your legs shook again. He kept his tongue still and nodded his head up and down slightly, and it just happened over and over until your back was arching up off the bed and were clutching at his hair in hopes of mercy. “F-fuck, Eddie, feels really good,” you managed to choke out.

But it was just the beginning, and a second later he wrapped his lips around your bud and suckled at it— almost too hard, but just the right amount of too hard.

“Oh god!” you shouted before you could stop yourself. “Fuck!”

He hummed proudly and kept going, swirling his tongue over the delicate skin as you whimpered and sobbed. It was intense and sharp, hot shocks of pleasure jumping up through your body.

"I'm gonna come!" you shouted— too loud, too whiny, too beautifully pathetic. "Eddie, baby, please—"

You had no idea what you were asking for, but he hummed and nodded without breaking away, and you were sure that whatever it was, he would give it to you.

Both your hands held onto his head and you started to just writhe, there wasn't much else you could do. Paradoxically, as you started to reach the peak, your body fought to get away from the sensation— like it was too much, like you were scared to come this hard. But Eddie held you to your promise to come, fighting to stay latched onto you even as you bucked and almost screamed; and then, once it hit you, it was over in a flash. The white-hot pleasure burned you up in a moment and you had to actually push his head away before it hurt too much.

"Fuck, fuck," you panted, sighing with relief as he let go and grinned up at you with a smile soaked in your cream.

"Did you come?" he asked excitedly, as you collapsed back limply onto the mattress.

"Are you kidding?" you wheezed, and he laughed softly as he climbed back up to lay down next to you, draping an arm over your waist. “I— fuck, Eddie,” you laughed breathlessly, “nobody’s ever made me come that way before.”

“Not even Steve?” he beamed.

“Not even Steve,” you agreed.

"So… that means I'm… better than him?" Eddie prompted hopefully.

"Eddie, it's not about that," you frowned, "it's— you're totally different, it's apples and oranges."

"Okay but, between apples and oranges, which one is better at sex?"

You shoved him on the shoulder but he pulled you into a tight hug, keeping you close even when you wanted to squirm away and leave him alone as punishment for bringing this up.

"Just tell me so I can rub it in Harrington's smug little face tomorrow," Eddie pleaded, and you laughed a bit.

"I'm gonna be too busy rubbing it in your smug little face tomorrow," you warned him with a raised eyebrow, and he grinned excitedly. "I— actually, can I sit on your face sometime? I've always wanted to try that."

"O-okay, yeah, we can do that instead," he nodded eagerly. "Whatever you want, princess."

[hotgirlmav]

Fatal Attraction — Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x Reader

Pairing: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Female!Reader (18+)

Description: Much like every other person that came across Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, you had developed quite the crush on him. What made you different, though, was that you were the niece of his direct superior. He knew it was wrong, and he knew he shouldn’t entertain the idea in the slightest, but a little teasing never killed anyone, right?

Warnings: Explicit language, insane dirty talk, semi-possessive Iceman, sexual thoughts and tension, allusions to smut, so much pining, degradation kink, Iceman not wanting to pull a Maverick, Iceman doing just that. You know the drill.

Word Count: 4,279.

A/N: Not only was this much longer than I expected, but it ended up being much dirtier. I’M SORRY, Iceman just does something to me. He does something to all of us. Val Kilmer, you will PAY FOR THIS.

Requests are still open!

Another Friday morning. How lovely.

You were currently making your way to Commander Mike Metcalf’s office, commonly known around those grounds as Viper. The skylight beaming throughout the windows of the naval building illuminated the hallway before you, further reminding you of just how tired you were.

Every single day for the entire month that you were in San Diego, your uncle would forget his lunch. In several ways, his unintentional forgetfulness reminded you very deeply of your father, further proving just why those two were best friends. Had it not been for you, the containers so articulately and thoughtfully prepared by your aunt would have remained right where she left them on the granite countertop.

The first time it happened, you figured that you would just take it to the base on your way out, seeing as you had a few light errands to run. That was all it took for that very action to become a key part of your daily routine for the entire duration of your visit. You would never complain, though. Not when you were happily occupying the guest bedroom in his very, very beautiful house.

To be quite fair, not all of it was so bad. It thrilled you to see the stunning aircrafts taking off on the runways as you stole glances out of the windows, and it was always fun to hang out in your uncle’s office. The best parts, however, were the pilots.

God, the pilots.

The naval aviators studying at Top Gun were nothing short of cocky, but it wasn’t as if they had no reason to be. They were young, they were the best at what they did, they were hot shit— they were the future of the Navy. The very world was at their fingertips, and they were well aware of that fact.

Your uncle had warned you about these men. Some of them got a bit too cocky, resulting in them crashing and burning. Sometimes metaphorically, sometimes literally, as brutal as that was. For the most part, you heeded his warnings with ease, taking the warmest comfort in knowing that his expertise on the subject had been perfected over the course of your entire lifetime. You had been flirted with by quite a few of the men, but it never seemed to have any impact on you. None of them really captured your interest, nor did they properly catch your eye.

Well— none of them except Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, of course.

From the moment you laid your eyes on him, you were completely hooked. You had no idea whether it was because of his undeniably indescribable beauty, his electrifyingly powerful aura, his domineering and enigmatic attitude, his precision when flying, his irresistibly alluring charm, or his very evident intellect. All you knew was that whatever it was, it completely consumed you. It devoured you.

Never in your life had you hungered for another human being so deeply. The very sight of him set your heart ablaze, despite him acting as a walking example of everything your uncle warned you against.

In your most humble defense, you thought your uncle should consider himself lucky that you weren't madly in love with Maverick, but that was another story.

The very thought of Iceman put quite the smile on your face as you entered the vacant office, any remainder of sleep in your eyes disappearing into thin air. You inhaled sharply as a means to take a deep breath and sauntered over to his desk, absentmindedly leaving the door open behind you.

Your mind began to wander in just the few seconds it took for you to walk. What was Iceman doing? Would he be happy to see you, if he even did? How did flying go today? Did Maverick piss him off again? You didn’t even have to ask that one, you already knew what the answer was.

What went through that pretty head of his? After asking yourself the question, you realized just how much you truly wanted to know the answer to it. Even though you had only been in his presence for just a month and you had only slightly conversed with one another, you wanted to know everything there was to know about the enigmatic man. You wanted to know why he was the way he was, why he did the things that he did. Everything. You wanted to go back to where it all began, you wanted to know every minute detail that he probably hadn’t even noticed himself. You wanted to know if the cheeky little glances and the few devious smirks he’d flash you whenever you briefly spoke meant anything, or if that was just something he did to everyone.

After just a moment, a very particular voice rang through your ears like no other, your heart falling to your feet once you heard it. You hadn’t even reached the desk once it pierced your ears; the containers were still in your hand.

“There she is.”

You turned your head and there he was.

A subtly grinning Tom Kazansky, fully adorned in his flight suit. Because of how engulfed you were in your own thoughts, you didn’t even realize that training must have been over. Men had been roaming the halls outside the office for a few minutes now, much to your chagrin. That man in particular, however, noticed you the second he entered the building.

Immediately, your lips were curling into a wide grin, not even being able to fight your excitement as you giggled at just the sight of him. Trying to hold your composure as calmly as possible, you turned and set the containers on Viper’s desk, your back now facing him. “Good morning, Ice.”

Had you not missed making an appearance yesterday, you felt as though you would have been much more collected. It was the only day in the past month that you didn’t show up to drop off lunch, and the Iceman withdrawal was hitting you with the intensity of ten hammers. The thing that bothered you the most about it was the fact that he couldn’t have been thinking about you. No, of course not. While you were lying awake at the thought of not seeing Tom Kazansky for the first time in a month, you were sure that he was chatting up some blonde, sipping his ice water with his aviators on his stupidly beautiful face.

That asshole.

“I missed you yesterday.” He told you so casually, treating the words as if they were as simple as him asking you what the weather was. To him, the words were nothing more than a simple little fact, but to you, they were the warmest sentiment you had ever received. Your heart both stopped and sped up as your eyes widened, your back still turned to him.

You stopped dead in your tracks as you heard his words, something that did not go unnoticed by him. Your eyebrows were furrowed as your widened eyes stayed firmly on the surface of the desk. Your fingers were still lightly planted on the containers while you stood, not even looking over your shoulder as you spoke before you could think. “You noticed I was gone?”

Iceman was aware of your reaction the second you froze. He didn’t fight the smirk that was forming on his face, seeing as your back was still turned to him. Had you been looking at him, he wouldn’t have embarrassed you with the way his gaze was glued to your figure. Had you been looking at him, you would have seen the way his eyes were heavily clouded with lust as they were planted on you. Had you been looking at him, you would have seen the way his cheek was hollowed from the way he was biting the inside of it. Had you been looking at him, you would have seen the way he was eye-fucking you the same way you did to him whenever he had his back to you.

Within the next few seconds, though, the words that fell from his lips seemed to be what sent you over the edge. You could practically hear your heart pounding out of your chest as you felt your entire body heat up. Weirdly enough, even as hot as your skin felt, you felt goosebumps rising along your spine.

“I notice a lot of things about you.”

That was enough for you to finally let go of the container, making an attempt to face him very casually. Your body turned and you immediately cleared your throat at the sight of him, trying your hardest to disguise it as something very normal. Even under all of his aviation gear, you could see that his toned body was a bit tense. His sunglasses must have been in one of his pockets, seeing as you had a full view of his face.

“Like?” You further egged him on, mentally patting yourself on the back for it.

“Yeah, that’s right. Fall into the trap. Take the bait. Come on.” You thought to yourself as you gazed over at him, silently hoping he wouldn’t examine your face the way you were trying to examine his.

You silently hoped that he would be oblivious to your feelings about him, but even the furthest person in the building could identify the lust in your eyes. You were blinking almost every second as a means to suppress your excitement, but there was no use. His eyes were firmly fixated on yours, and you could feel your heart continue to race as a result. You wondered if he saw the look in your eyes for what it was; a mixture of lust, desire, and admiration.

For someone as cold as Iceman was, he was not an asshole. He could see the look in your eyes as clear as day, of course he could. He recognized that very look in nearly every woman that looked at him. The most notable difference, though, was that he wanted you to look at him.

To say that Tom Kazansky had quite an effect on people, typically women, was an extreme understatement. From his enchantingly full lips, to his quite muscularly toned frame, to his domineering aura, even to his precision, it was safe to say that he knew all eyes were on him when he entered a room. For the love of all that is holy, he’s Iceman.

He’d be a fool to think that he wasn’t the subject of most people’s desires, and a fool was the last thing he was.

Regardless of how he knew people gawked at him, dreamt of him, and even craved him, none of it seemed to truly capture his interest. For all that it was worth, the man was practically next to unattainable. He liked to have fun, yes, but all of his focus went to flying. It was very safe to say that people were able to catch his eye, but never his interest.

Everyone except you, that is.

From the moment you caught his eye on the first day you came, he was intrigued. The pure confusion in your eyes as you tried to navigate the corridors had him in quite a trance, which did not go unnoticed by his friends.

“Slider, who is that?” The words fell from his lips with what was almost an embarrassing amount of interest. His eyes fixated on you as if he was scared to look away.

Slider glanced over at you once he heard his friend ask the question, his eyebrows raising at the sight. There was no denying that you were a beautiful woman. From the way your precious sundress hugged your waist and flowed just to your mid-thigh, Iceman had to nudge Slider to prevent him from devouring your body with his eyes. In doing so, Slider figured that he was telling him to back off. He figured that he was claiming you, and due to the fact that Slider was very highly up Iceman’s ass, he would oblige.

Before he could answer, you met both of their gazes and took a sharp breath, assuming that they were silently laughing at you for how lost you were. You flashed a gentle smile once you saw Slider kindly nod at you as a greeting, making your way over.

“Excuse me.” Your heavenly voice filled Iceman’s ears, causing him to stand up straight. You were speaking to Slider when you went over, but once you caught a glimpse of the man beside him, your mind went completely blank. Your lips parted as you gazed up at him, blinking a few times before you forced the words out. “Do you know where I can find Mike Metcalf’s office?”

“Viper?” Iceman asked with furrowed eyebrows, knowing you must not have been from around there by the way you neglected Viper’s callsign. You rolled your eyes at your own mistake and let out a small giggle, nodding your head.

“Yes, I’m sorry. He’s my uncle, I was just dropping by because he forgot his lunch.” You sweetly told the two pilots, both of them clearly quite surprised at the revelation.

“No, no way. You’re too pretty to be related to Viper.” Slider casually remarked, earning one of the coldest glares that Iceman could conjure up. You let a small laugh out at the flattery, shaking your head slightly in response.

“He’s my dad’s best friend. I’ve just known him as my uncle my whole life.” You gently spoke, a cheeky little grin on your face as you decided to tease the taller man. “I’ll tell your commander that you said that.”

Slider’s life flashed before his eyes as Iceman let out a cool chuckle at your words, causing you to silently and subtly swoon. You glanced over at him with a warm grin, your breath hitching in your throat as you finally met his intense gaze.

“Two doors to the left, sweetheart. You were almost there.” Iceman told you in a tone that would’ve made anyone fold right then and there, the smirk on his face tying it all up. You immediately swallowed once you felt your mouth water and shifted in your stance, not being able to help the smile that was on your face.

“Thank you, um…” You began, now noticing that they hadn’t introduced themselves to you.

Slider opened his mouth to speak, but it was no use. Iceman was already politely extending his large hand, the size of it almost making you faint.

“Iceman.” He stated it in a way that you couldn’t properly identify. It wasn’t cocky, but it was definitely sure of himself. Yes, that was it. He was very sure of himself.

You shifted the container to one of your hands and used your free one to grip his, the firmness in both of your hands as you shook causing you to suppress a literal moan. Your hand was quite small and warm, as opposed to his large, cold one. Your skin was soft; his was calloused. You didn’t want to let go, but any second longer would have resulted in you just pouncing on him.

“Iceman.” You repeated in a mutter, causing his smirk to return and his attraction to replace all hints of professionalism that still remained in his expression. You took a deep breath and retracted your hand, kindly smiling at the pair of them as you snapped out of it. “Thank you both.”

Once you began to walk away, Iceman made no attempt to hide the fact that he was gazing at you. Your figure was now an image that was burned into his memory, something that came in handy in his dirtiest and most desperate moments. You truly would never know that Iceman had taken quite an interest in you long before you had taken one in him.

“Viper’s niece. There’s your answer.” Slider chirped out as an answer to his former question, looking down at his watch.

“Not biologically.” Iceman responded in a way that sounded all too familiar, causing him to furrow his own eyebrows. He didn’t even know where that came from.

“Yeah, Ice, good luck with that. See how well Commander Viper would take you being laid up with his niece, blood or not.” Slider dryly laughed out loud, shaking his head. “Don’t shit where you eat. Don’t pull a Maverick.”

The reference to Maverick relentlessly trying to get Charlie was something they all made fun of, despite not knowing that he had been successful in doing so. Immediately, Iceman’s face dropped.

Maverick. Maverick would try you. Holy FUCK, Maverick would definitely try you.

“Shut up, Slider.” Iceman seethed through his teeth lowly at the thought, taking a sharp breath. Once he put his aviators on, he only tried to disregard the thought of you. He had worked incredibly hard to get where he was, and he refused to put his lust before his work. That was the difference between him and Maverick. He was logical, and Maverick was the most impulsive person in the world.

Iceman cleared his throat as the thought of meeting you flashed throughout his mind so briefly, now meeting your gaze. You recognized the way he cleared his throat and didn’t even try to hide your smirk, as it was the way you always did when he teased you.

You made him flustered.

“Like what, Iceman?” You asked in an even softer tone than before, your head tilting to the side. You could see the lust in his eyes for the first time since you met him, trying not to let it corrupt your position of having the upper-hand.

In true Iceman fashion, however, he refused to not be the one in control.

A cold chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head, now standing up straight. The sound of his boots hit the floor in a way that made you feel as if you were listening to a sweet tune. He slowly inched inside of the office before he used his large hand to push the door shut behind him, doing so very quietly.

“I don’t think you can handle it.” He teased you in a light tone, his voice almost intimidating you as you tried your hardest not to shift. Now, he was standing in front of you, the smirk on his face prominent as he used his tongue to wet his lips. Unbeknownst to you, he only did so to see if you would gaze at his lips during the process. Much to his satisfaction, you did.

Your lips parted as you basked in the sight, completely submitting to him in that moment. He wanted the power, and you let him mercilessly take it. Trying your best to fight against the situation, you gulped silently and said the very first words that crossed your mind.

“Try me.”

For such small and seemingly harmless words, they truly acted as the match to the sensitive gas tank that was his self-restraint. He knew that it was incredibly unwise to jeopardize his position by involving himself with you, but he could no longer control himself. From your parted lips to your doe-like eyes, he found himself unable to resist you. The privacy of the four walls in the office intoxicated him in a way alcohol would. The mere fact that he could make a complete mess out of you with no one knowing filled his head, but what prevented him from doing so was the fear of getting caught.

Fuck, you two couldn’t get caught.

For the love of God, you were in his commander’s office. To add even more danger to the situation, you were the niece of that very commander. Not only would he be severely punished if he was caught with someone there, but if he was caught with you there, Viper would just fuck him up. None of that mattered to him in the moment, though. The way you were slightly backed up to where you were standing in front of the desk was enough for him to disregard his thoughts. Gazing at the needy little look in your eyes, he decided to use the risks to his advantage.

Still standing right in front of you, he took his time in dipping his head down, your hands practically shaking as you felt his lips not even a few centimeters away from yours. You could feel his minty breath hit your lips as he parted his own, causing you to grip the edges of the desk behind you.

“How would your uncle feel if he knew this is what you did at his job, hm?” He whispered to you, his lips slightly brushing against yours as he spoke. He was that close to you.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t a bit ashamed, even though that was not his goal at all. If you weren’t as aroused as you were, you probably would have stopped whatever was transpiring between the pair of you.

“How would he feel if he knew that while he was out serving his country, you were in his office, practically begging to be fucked by one of his colleagues?” His whisper hit your lips once more, your eyebrows furrowing in desperation as your mouth slightly fell open. You wanted him, you craved him. You needed him.

The look on your face caused his large hands to find shelter on your hips, his grip making it seem as though he was holding onto you for dear life. He effortlessly lifted you off of your feet and almost roughly set you down on the desk, wasting no time in spreading your legs for him to step in between.

You didn’t even slightly resist. You were his for the taking.

“How would he feel,” he trailed, his rough fingertips running along your bare thighs before he lifted one of his hands, gently yet firmly gripping your neck with it. “If he knew that you were on his desk, begging to be fucked like the dirty little slut you are?”

You had never been spoken to that way, both sexually and non-sexually. Your heart was racing as the words traveled from your ears to your stomach, warming your body up entirely. You couldn’t even speak. All you could do was gently grip the fabric of his flight suit, which wasn’t aiding your desire for him in the slightest bit.

“He could walk in here at any time, but you don’t care.” Iceman coldly chuckled at your needy little expression, his lips still hardly away from yours. Teasing you even further, his head tilted to the opposite side that yours was tilted to, the tip of his tongue lightly running across your parted lips. You finally let a small whine out, having had quite enough of his teasing. You swatted at his chest and properly crashed your lips onto his, silently thanking every higher power for the fact that he returned your kiss.

The kiss was foul. Both of you were desperately trying to taste one another, the sounds coming from you two being enough to kill a nun. In the process of it all, he had pulled your hips closer to his, your sundress riding up as he did so. The thin fabric of your panties and his entire flight suit separated you from his bulge, but you could still definitely feel it. Before you could even begin grinding your hips the way you wanted to, he detached his lips from yours and chuckled softly, glancing down at the beautiful sight underneath him.

“All you want is for me to fuck you stupid and leave you a pathetic, needy little mess. Used like the fucking toy you are.” He seethed through his teeth in a way that sent you in a whirlwind, causing your back to arch for the man.

With the sound of rising chatter in the hallways outside of the office, both of you were brought out of your lust-driven haze, resulting in the most sexual tension you had ever been in. He let a chuckle escape his lips at the sight of you as he took a deep breath, stepping back a few times.

“I told you that you couldn’t handle it.” He teased you in a tone that made you roll your eyes, standing up from your position on the desk. You fixed your sundress and hid the way that you were smiling from him, your head turned away from him.

“Listen, a few of the guys and I are going to play volleyball after training.” He informed you with a hint of something you couldn’t quite recognize. For a second, it almost sounded like Iceman, the Iceman, was a bit nervous. “Maybe you can come with us. Hold my shirt for me, throw rocks at Maverick and Goose. You know.”

Your lips curled into the biggest smile he had ever seen, your gaze on him telling him just how long you had been waiting for him to ask you out, even if it was to do something as small as watching him play volleyball.

“Maybe, we’ll see. I’ll throw rocks at whoever’s losing.” You teased him gently, earning an amused chuckle as he opened the door. “I’ve heard that there’s just something about that Maverick. I think he has a real shot at winning.”

The dull and playful glare made your incessant teasing worthwhile, but what he said before he left was what made you giggle and squeeze your eyes shut once you were alone.

“Try telling me that again after I make a pretty, whimpering mess out of you.”

[icegirl03]

omg yess a fluff event!!

can you please do one for iceman (my love) it can be legit anything, any length you want!!

thank youu in advance :)

STAY

Pairing: iceman x reader.

Warnings: none that I can think of :")

Author's note: Thank you for requesting! @thesamesunset 🍒❤️ I hope you like it! Iceman just hits different tbh 😌

Summary: You and Ice both have feelings for each other,but you never took the courage to have a relationship with him because you're scared of getting hurt. Something that will happen will make you both realise you need each other.

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"My God I'm so tired" you sighed as you just entered your shared dorm with your wingman. Ice was laying on his bed, reading a book when his eyes met yours. You didn't expect him to be there so early,you had your guard down.

"Long day? " He sighed,putting the book to the side "me too,today was exhausting, Viper killed us all"

You giggled because the same thing happened to your team. You yawned and laid on your bed. You got ready to close the courtain that separated your side of your room.

"Don't do that....I didn't get to look at you enough today" Ice said as he looked into your eyes.

Your heart dropped at those words,not knowing what to say.

"How long will this last..?Why don't you give me a chance? I'm not going anywhere but still..why don't you let me show you that I can take good care of you?"

You didn't know how or why you did that but you just walked up to him,into his bed,and laid on top of him.

You took a deep breath,inhaling his cologne.

"Show me then" you closed your eyes and laid your head on his chest. You felt strong arms wrap around you,and his lips on your forehead.

You had fallen asleep sooner than you realised,the sound of Tom's quick heartbeat lulled you to sleep.

It was around 5 AM when you woke up,that exactly same position as you fell asleep. It was a Sunday,so you didn't have to go anywhere. You raise your head,and tried to move,until Ice was holding you back. It was too late now to pretend like it didn't happen.

"Stay?Will you?" He said,voice rasp and sleepy.

You nodded and fell asleep again. When you two woke up later you both just spent the rest of the day in bed,talking about the relationship you just started,and making each other laugh.

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[ohtobemare]

🎉🎉 valmare's 300 followers val-entine party

well here we are, at long last. i still can't believe this actually happened! you all are so sweet and i definitely don't deserve all of you.

to celebrate 300 followers, we're having a one-shot party with a full tilt Val Kilmer focus! I'm inviting you to send in asks, and I will turn as many of them as i can into one-shots.

drop me an ask with an idea that you have, along with which Val Kilmer you want. please include "300 party" in the message along with your preference for fluff/smut. be respectful!

i do reserve the right for creative liberty and have some ground rules, but i am happy to walk you through those as we cross those bridges.

i'll be running the celebration for a week, the deadline to have your asks in is 7/24. then i will write and post until i am caught up.

let's keep it clean, respectful, and fun. there's only a couple of val movies i am not super interested in writing for, but if those come up, i'll speak with you directly!

i am so excited to get this show on the road and look forward to see what ya'll come up with for our darlin' val characters! xoxo

for these celebrations i write purely from a fem!reader perspective, so relationships/pairings with be Val character x fem!reader

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