So In Episode 3 Of Never Stop Blowing Up, Ally's Character Russ Is Able To Stop The Russian Lady, And

So in episode 3 of never stop blowing up, Ally's character Russ is able to stop the Russian lady, and we find out I believe that she's a shadow falcon, I could be wrong on that but if she is then, we also find out she has a throat purse we can asume that because they're a bird organization all members of that school have them and bird have it's either there belly or a spot in there throat full of rocks to help digest food so Brennan without even knowing probably that he made yet ANOTHER bird fact reference!!!!!! Thankyou for coming to my Ted talk.

Gateway {Jesse Mccree x Fem Gamer Reader}

I think this’ll be the last one in the series, I had requests for a few other characters but my inbox is loaded with prompts for them plus I’ve run out of ideas beyond this last one lol, and Jesse is too much fun to write for! So enjoy! ~Bambi

Edit: this was written before the name change and I don't have the time to go through and edit it.

The fluorescent lighting flickered over the toilet cubicle as you sobbed... Your boyfriend of 5 years had rang you and told you he’d be working late again, you didn’t mind, he’d been doing it a lot lately... you thought he was saving up to propose to you.

You were a professional Overwatch gamer, YouTuber and twitch steamer, and a famous one at that. You shared a beautiful apartment with your boyfriend, and while he went to work at his day job you stayed home and streamed, It sounded perfect, but it was anything but.

He frequently complained you earning more than him felt emasculating. He often said it was unfair you got to make more than him by just sitting on your ass all day, even going so far as to say you only made money because your fans were all thirsty men... He didn’t care about the tedious editing, or about the mental and physical toll it was taking on you. He didn’t care that while he got to go to bed you had to stay up and keep working when all you wanted was to rest, he didn’t appreciate you...

However his attitude to your career would do a full 180° whenever it came to you getting him something... a new watch, a new laptop, even a brand new car... Not a single complaint was heard...

Youd done so much for him, and now that he’d begun staying at work late you foolishly thought that maybe, just maybe... he was going to do something for you and propose...

You wanted to surprise him at work and thank him for his efforts... you put on an elegant but cute slip dress, some nice heels, and slipped out into the night...

After a short taxi ride you rushed up to your boyfriends office... and you regretted it immediately... He was there.., with some young woman on his desk, an engagement ring on her finger... and one on his too... He’d used you...

And now here you were, in a public toilet crying your eyes out... Youd been in here for hours now... After composing yourself you grabbed a wad of the thin toilet paper and dried your tears... You walked out of the cubicle and headed home...

...

That was 3 weeks ago now...

“Oh my god what part of get your ass over here don’t you understand?!” You shouted through the headset as you threw down a biotic field. The reaper player on your team had been pissing everyone off complaining they needed heals but wouldn’t come to the healer, and now they wouldn’t even come to the field youd laid down. “Bleeeegh I’m a salty girl gamer whose not getting her w- WHAT THE FUCK?!” The reaper main shouted into his mike as he was wiped out by the enemies d.va.

You burst out laughing watching him get eliminated. “Yeah I’m not ressing you.” The mercy main on your team cackled as she tauntingly flew over the reaper mains body. You muted him as he began to bitch and rant. Toxic players were to be expected, but at least you’d had a rather nice team tonight apart from him.

A tired sigh escaped your lips as you sipped at your whisky and hugged your blanket tight as the game ended in a victory for your team. It was a very special blanket, well... serape... it was an exact replica of your main... Mccree.

“Is it alright if I go Jesse? After that round I don’t think I can handle playing soldier if that dick is gonna be on our team again.” You ask as you selected your favourite cowboy. “Sure!!” Most of the team chant in unison. You could see the reaper main slamming you in chat... “how in the flying fuck will it go against the Meta?” You scowl. “Suck on my peacekeeper ya dick I’m not changing!” You say as you waited for the rest of your team to select.

You smile hearing the familiar chime of the sub emote go off. You glance at your second screen where the twitch stream was going strong with heart felt comments asking how you were doing, you shared everything with your followers, to an extent at least. You told them you’d been going through a bad breakup and you might not be as chipper as usual. They were all sympathetic while others were genuinely worried for you...

For the past weeks your health had declined drastically. Youd occasionally drink during your drunk overwatch games with friends but now it was all the time. You used to stream cooking a healthy meal before games and now you just ate pizza or frozen ready meals... and you were starting to look very unwell...

Your apartment was practically empty now, he’d taken most of the furniture, now all that was left was your stuff. But just because it was almost empty didn’t mean it was clean... In your grief, a mountain of chores stacked up. Laundry sat unwashed and others unfolded, left over Chinese sat rotting in the fridge, and the kitchen was littered with empty pizza boxes and whisky bottles... You needed help... but you were too hurt and too scared to admit it.

You were depressed, and you were lonely... at least the streams gave you some company. “Thank you guys for the subs..., yeah I’m fine.. I’m.. fine...” you sigh as the game started up. You weren’t fine...

What started out as what should have been a clean sweep turned into an all out skirmish when that fucking reaper main decided to swoop in and fuck everything up... you felt sweat forming on your brow as you waited for the opportunity to unleash your ult... you were running low on health, your Mercy was struggling to keep up, and that fucking asshole took the med pack he didn’t even need.

“Fuck it...” you mumble releasing your ult at the perfect time, the enemy Reinhardt wiped out the reaper and ran right into line of fire... “it’s hiiigh noon...” Mccrees deep voice echoed through the speakers as you unintentionally wiped out the enemies only tank. You and the rest of your team were laughing so hard you almost didn’t hear it...

“Teleporter online... I have opened the path...”

“Hold on whose playing Symmetra?” The Tracer main on your team asked. “I am but I haven’t opened a Teleporter... is there another Symmetra on the enemy team?...” a young man sounded over the voice chat. “No there’s no sym-... look out?...” you mumble as you glanced at your stream. It was going mental, subs pouring in by the second, and comments flooding in, all screaming for you to-

You were struck hard on the back of the head by something blunt and metal before something heavy slammed into you sending you tumbling from your chair.

You hit the ground hard, the room was spinning, and you could hear gun fire but it wasn’t from the game. You looked at the wall adjacent to your desk to see a giant portal... and moving towards it... Gabriel Reyes... reaper...

A pained grunt sounded beside you, you heard the click of a revolver... “Sorry jefe... it’s high noon...” An ungodly loud bang sounded leaving only a ringing in your ears as a string of bullets flew through the portal striking reaper before the gateway closed...

Your vision tunneled as the pain in your head overwhelmed you... “oh.. Oh Fuck me... what have I done?...” that voice.. you’d know it anywhere... You looked up in time to catch a glimpse of a very familiar red serape and a gloved hand reaching towards you... “Jesse?...” you mumble before you blacked out.

Mccree recoiled hearing you say his name... how did you know him?... he looked you up and down before his eyes rested on the blanket... It wasn’t exactly a comon print... it looked identical to his minus all the wear and tear his had sustained. “What in the Sam hell...” he mumbled.

He blinked hearing people talking... it was coming from your headphones.. he followed the cable up before rising to his feet with a pained grunt in time to see your POTG proudly playing on one of the screens. He froze seeing himself... He turned his attention to the twitch stream seeing subs pouring in and comments all directed at him... he reached out and turned the computer off.

The room went dark, the only light was that of the AC unit displaying the temperature, and the LED’s on his chest plate. It was enough for him to safely scoop you up and carry you out.

After opening a few doors he sighed with relief as he found your bedroom, your bed was huge, plush, lonely... he lay you down and quietly inspected your wound, you had a lump but it wasn’t anything serious. He’d need something cold for it though.

He took a moment to admire you, the cowboy couldnt help but stop and stare at things he found beautiful... and you were one such thing. You groaned and he caught a whiff of a very strong whisky on your breath. He whistled and staggered back a little, “yikes... aw... someone’s had a rough night...” he mumbled with an understanding smile.

After taking a moment to tuck you in and pat your hair he walked out to the kitchen to find something cold for that bump. He immediately froze seeing the state of your apartment... It was a sight he sadly recognised all too well, he’d been in the same situation many times...

He took off his hat leaving it on the dining table next to a pile of torn up photos of you and your now ex boyfriend... -poor Darlin... no wonder she’s hurtin...- he thought as he began to rummage through the fridge, he highly doubted you’d be pleased with some rotten chicken noodle soup on your head, and the alarming amount of energy drinks while cold wouldn’t be very comfortable for you to lay on.

The freezer didn’t prove much better either, he sighed only finding frozen ready meals... And a half empty bag of frozen peas. Bingo!

He was out of luck looking for a clean dish towel to wrap it in, so he removed his serape and wrapped it in that instead, it’d be comfier too... he walked back to your room and gently tucked it under your head so the bump was nestled comfortably in the now very cool fabric. He carefully tucked the rest around your neck to keep you snug.

Now that that was taken care of he took another moment to observe you. Judging by what he’d found it was clear you weren’t looking after yourself. He carefully felt your arms, then your ribs being mindful of where he put his hands, you were rather thin, not sickly but enough to warrent concern, and the paled tone of your skin definitely wasn’t from the concussion he’d unintentionally inflicted upon you either.

Jesses downfall would always be his kind heart, it’s what got him caught during his deadlock days, what drove him to leave blackwatch, and now... it’s what was fueling his desire to look after you... He’d decided, he was going to take care of you.

He suspected it’d be a while before youd wake. The alcohol would probably keep you asleep for a while judging by how much you drank. For a moment he looked at the plush bedding and considered just flopping onto it and going to sleep but... he couldn’t just leave you unsupervised... so he got to work cleaning your apartment.

Mccree was by no means a fussy man, if it were his room on base or his ranch he wouldn’t mind a little mess but this was beyond just a small mess now. Plus... he wanted it to be nice for you...

He did the laundry and folded it, even going through the effort of folding a fitted sheet and saying the F word about a hundred and twenty seven times throughout the process. After that he did the dishes, and even fixed a leaky tap.

He’d just taken the trash out and was enjoying a smoke as the sun began to rise when he heard a familiar voice crackle to life over his com. “Mc-... Mcc-..Ree... jesse you there?”

Jesse spat out his cigar and fumbled to click on the mike, “s Sombra?! Is that really you? Oh thank God..,” he sighed with relief. He could hear people in the background cheering, he could make out Reinhardt and Genji specifically screaming with joy that they’d gotten contact with him, he felt so glad knowing they were alright. “Did everyone make it okay?...” he asks as he stubbed out the smoke with his boot.

“Yeah, everyone except you pendejo! What happened?!” She shouted. “Gabe had me cornered and then one of Symmetras portal thingys malfunctioned... I haven’t got a dang clue where I am but...” he paused. “But what?” Sombra asks. “But... I think I’m a videogame character here... so are you.., come to think of it I think almost half of us were on that screen but.. it looked like one of those battle royal things Genji and Hana play all the time.” He says rubbing the back of his head.

Sombra was quiet for a moment, “Well... I suppose I’ve seen crazier things. There’s thousands of parallel universes, so I’m not that surprised... are you okay though? You sound... upset...” she says worried. “I’m okay... I... dun goofed upon Landin here... I might have knocked out a civilian when I tumbled into her home.” He says embarrassed.

“HOW DID YOU EVEN MANAGE THAT?!” She screamed. “It was an accident! I was too focused on not getting shot!! I didn’t even see the fuckin portal behind me when I fell through and knocked the poor darlin out!!” He sighed. “If it makes ya feel better though it’s just a bump... I got it covered, she’ll be alright...” he says as he turned to head back inside.

She sighed and rubbed her forehead before putting a lock on the location his signal was coming from. “I suppose that’s okay. Winston and 76 are going to flip though.” She says annoyed. “Let em. You and I both know I’m pretty much the one funding overwatch right now.” He says as he stepped back into your apartment and closed the door. “You mean, mr Joel Morricone is~” she teased.

He couldn’t help but snicker, “who knew that dumb alias would haunt me beyond a botched blackwatch mission.” He chuckled, “oh... speakin of funds... don’t suppose you can find out if my cards will work here?...” he asks.

She went silent again and tapped away at her screen, “mhm, should be all good to go... I don’t know how long you’ll be stuck there, Winston and Mei are working it out, I’ll let em know it was something to do with vishkar portal thingy.” She says jotting down notes.

“Thank ya Olivia... I owe you a drink when I get back.” Jesse smiled sounding so happy to just hear a familiar voice. “Don’t mention it... just keep your nose clean and stay outta trouble Kay?... good luck Eastwood... Sombra out.” She says tapping off her com... Mccree smiled and tapped his off too...

He picked up his hat and your apartment keys before making sure he had his wallet. All set...

He knew it was risky leaving you on your own, but he spotted a cafe down the road from your apartment complex... he was there and back within a few minutes. Just in time to hear you stirring...

...

You opened your eyes and immediately sat up to run to the bathroom to vomit... but as soon as you moved your head the world flipped upside down. You brought your guts up then and there right into... a bin liner?... “shhh easy now darlin... let it out.” That voice... Mccree... you remembered last night...

Despite everything spinning you could make out a metal hand and a gloved one holding the bag open for you... there was no way the metal one was fake either given you could see the pistons and joins moving beneath the metal plating... you didn’t have much time to think about it as you hurled up another gut full of greesy pizza, energy drinks, and alcohol...

By the time you were done you were in tears sobbing over the bag... you whimpered as a bottle of water was held to your lips, “shhh you’re alright, take a sip and spit it out...” Mccree whispered as he patted your hair coaxing you to open your mouth.

You rinsed and after he took the bag away he lay you back down and helped you drink the rest of the water. It felt nice and cool on your throat... he was surprised at how calm you were seeing him, though in reality you were in complete shock... “alright now darli-...” he paused as you adorably took his cybernetic hand and observed it curiously... he smiled and gently squeezed your hand with it, “I... take it you know who I am?...” he asks.

You look up at him curiously... you’d know those brown eyes anywhere but... you never expected them to be so beautiful in person... “here... maybe this’ll prove I’m real.” He says suddenly hitting the pressure lock on his arm. It immediately went dead and released its grip on you. He slid it off showing you what was left of his limb.

Your breath hitched in your throat seeing the scarred flesh, among it the remnants of a deadlock tattoo... he went to put his arm back on before his whole body tensed up as you placed your hands on the stump wanting to feel it... you smiled and gently stroked your thumbs over the scars... he relaxed...

After a moment you let go and he clipped it back into place allowing a moment for the device to register his brain signals again. “Jesse?...” you whisper. Immediately his reaction gave away genuine surprise once more. This was him.., this was your Mccree...

“Yeah darlin... that’s me.” He crooned. “ can I ask your name sweetpea?...” he asks softly. Your heart fluttered at his sweet words, you’d heard his voice so often and yet hearing him say words beyond his in game voice lines made you melt. “Y/N... I I’m y/n.” You mumble out, unable to manage more words than that in your current state.

He nods, “Pretty name.” He smiled. “Do you remember what happened last night?” He whispers. You pause and think. You remembered the stream going mental, that toxic reaper main... reaper himself, you remembered getting hit in the back of the head and falling onto the ground... you remberred jesses voice calling for his deadeye... then his serape...

You blinked as he suddenly lifted said garment out from under your head. “Darn, damned things defrosted...” he sighed. “It’s still cold enough though, I’ll have to get an ice pack for you... do you think you’ll be alright on your own for a bit darlin?...” he says showing genuine concern.

You nod cutely up at him before your stomach growled. “...” you blush and look down embarrassed.

He chuckled, his laugh made your heart swell. “I got you some breakfast. Don’t know if that cafe down the road is any good but it looks nice. I’ll go grab it for ya. Sit tight.” He says patting your arm before walking out. You watched him leave before checking your phone... you saw millions of notifications but compldgely ignored them only focused on the time... you were late for your first stream.

As he reached the kitchen and pulled your food from the bag he froze hearing movement from your room... he walked back up there and panicked to see Youd up and disappeared. “Y/n?!” He says praying you’d just gone to the bathroom. He stopped in his tracks hearing the computer start up... “the fuck is she doin?...” he frowned.

He peered into your gaming studio to see you wrapped in your duvet lifting your chair off the floor and climbing into it to start your morning stream. You had his serape wrapped around yourself as well and you lay yours on your lap. You’d no sooner logged onto the computer when you were lifted up into jesses strong arms. “What in the heck do you think you’re doin missy?” He scolds.

You immediately felt so small in his embrace... “I I gotta work, I’ve never missed a stream, and I need to edit last nights... Last... oh god... everyone would have seen what happened!!” You blurt out. You adorably began to wiggle and try to get free of his grasp but Jesse wasn’t having any of it. “Y/N.” He says sternly, he sounded so in charge when he raised his voice... it was hot... “You have a concussion. You’re gonna go back to bed, eat your breakfast, and get some more rest. Am I clear or do I have to install a lock on this door for today?” He says as he carried you back to your room.

He wasn’t giving you a choice in the matter. “N no sir...” you mumble into the blanket as he lay you down. “Now stay put.” He says walking out. He returned a moment later with your food relieved to find you’d behaved and stayed snuggled into the blankets. After taking a moment to admire how adorable of a sight you were he handed you the food including a glass of water and some pain killers.

“I’ll try not to be gone long, please try to rest alright?” He asks as he put his hat back on. You nod and continue eating your food, after emptying your guts it was a miracle you were so hungry so quickly. “I-I will... I promise...” you say looking up at him... you had such sad eyes... he wanted to see them shine with happiness, and he planned on doing anything and everything he could to do that. “Alright darlin, Ill be back soon.” He says patting your hair.

After making sure you were comfy and had everything you’d need he left and headed to the store.

...

He’d arrived back an hour later to find you in the kitchen snuggled in his serape waiting for the microwave. “Y/N....” he frowned. You jumped and tried to hide behind the counter as if that’d do anything... you were more than a bit lethargic now, the pain killers he’d given you were very strong... you might as well be drunk right now.

He chuckled a little and set the food down walking behind the counter to find you hiding under the serape. -god damn it she’s got no right bein that cute!- he thought before lifting you up. Immediately you began to wiggle to try and escape. “N-nu... nu!” You whine. “Shh calm down, are ya hungry? Wasn’t breakfast enough darlin? That’s okay I got something for you to eat.” He smiled.

Immediately you held still, “food... microwave...” you mumbled. He looked at it to see the ready meal spinning around slowly. “What? That? Nah I got you something much nicer.” He says placing you at the dining table. You watched him mull about the kitchen whistling away as he did so, after a moment he sat down a pasta salad with grilled chicken and steamed veggies. It smelt so good... you immediately tucked in but in your lethargic state you were struggling.

He watched you begin to grow distressed at not being able to eat properly, -...so cute... too cute...- he thought before taking the fork from you and feeding you. He fed you little mouthfuls at a time and eventually you were finally done, with a full stomach and the pain killers doing their job you looked so sleepy.

After grabbing an ice pack he scooped you up and took you back to bed... he tried laying you down and encountered a problem, your clingy mode had been activated... he chuckled and lay down with you seeing as that’s clearly what it’d take to get you to rest. After a bit of adjusting and placing the ice pack down he sighed resting his head on the pillow... he fought off sleep until you dozed off, then immediately he followed you right to dreamland.

...

It was around 2 when he’d woken up. He couldn’t help but chuckle seeing youd up and vanished again. He slid out of the bed and as soon as he stepped into the hall he knew where to go, he followed the sounds right to your gaming studio. You were dressed in a shirt and a pair of shorts, your hair and makeup done, you seemed to have a lot more pep to you as you played. “Yes! Great job on that res mercy! You’re my angel!” You cheer before looking at the twitch chat, “yes I’m fine you guys it was just me and a friend messing around with some editing.” You say referring to their questions about last night.

You nearly leapt out of your skin as Mccree suddenly hugged you from behind, leaning on the chair, “what happened to stayin in bed?” He says softly. Immediately the chat went wild upon seeing the cowboy again. ‘Omg he even sounds like the real thing!’ One typed. ‘Just a friend huh? *winky face*’ another wrote. ‘Is he your new boyfriend?! Are you gonna start cosplaying too???!’ Another asked.

Mccree chuckled as you flew out of your chair and adorably tried to push him out. “Y-you can’t be in here while I’m streaming!!” You squeak.

He didn’t budge despite your best efforts, instead he lifted you up and sat in the chair before placing you in his lap, “hey now I wanna watch too~” he says holding you around the waist. The stream was swooning over him and you could hear the people on voice chat in game screeching thinking it was the voice actor. “O oh gosh!” You cover your face flustered. “Hey now look alive your in!” Mccree says tapping your side as the game started.

You fumbled with the controls and almost released your ult as your team bolted out of the gate. You could hardly focus as Mccree shifted you in his lap so you were seated more comfortably, you’d definitely had a dream like this more than once.

Jesse smiled loving how flustered he’d made you, he watched the game intently seemingly very curious. He observed every character, every voice line, every move... it was like he was watching them in a training simulation... they all looked and sounded just like the people he knew as his friends, family, and enemies... His ears perked up as you released his ult... he couldn’t help but laugh a little.

It was a miracle your team won in the end. You were all over the place and weren’t surprised to see the tank got play of the game instead of you.

You sighed and leaned back forgetting for a moment he was there until his arms slid around your waist again. “Done?” He asked resting his chin on your shoulder. Your face was bright red as you looked at the chat. ‘KISS HIM YOU FOOL!!’ One wrote.

“Y yeah I think I’m done streaming for today sorry guys I’ll see you all later! I’ll have a new video up shortly!” You say turning off the stream. You logged out of overwatch and opened up your video editing software but as you went to transfer the footage Jesse lifted you up and carried you out. “Nope, no more work today.” He whistled. “B-but!” You tried to protest but his firm hand on your but changed your tune very quickly, “if you’re well enough to work you’re well enough to come for a walk, you need to see sunlight ya blanket gremlin.” He chuckled.

He sat you down at the dining table and knelt down putting your shoes for you, he couldn’t resist sliding his hand up your leg a little, you let out such a soft gasp... This was a literal dream come true for you... your main Mccree who’d you’d fallen in love with as a character, was real, and he was right here in front of you treating you better than your ex ever did... Even still you couldn’t tell if he was just naturally flirtatious or if he was... actually interested in you...

You jumped a little as he helped you to your feet and pulled you close. “Ready?” He smiled. You blush and nod, “y yes but... what if I get dizzy or tired?...” you mumble. “I nearly fainted getting out of bed earlier... i it’s not because I woke up and saw you either!” You blurt out. He couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry, you start to feel funny just lemme know Kay?” He crooned.

His voice sounded like honey to your ears, you nod and smile sheepishly, “okay l let’s go then..” you say taking his hand in yours... Maybe a day off wouldn’t hurt...

He nodded and led you from your apartment...

What started as just a nice afternoon walk turned into dinner at a night market at the park, you two ate, played some festival like games, and settled comfortably on his serape under a tree watching live performances, he saw the sparkle return to your eyes... he’d do anything to keep it there too... He was about to open his drink when you whimpered holding your head.

You’d leaned against the tree forgetting about the lump, “Aw darlin come here...” he suddenly lifted you into his lap and leaned against the bark letting you lay on his chest. “Better?” He asks as he placed his drink onto your head, it was cold and made you shiver but it felt nice.

You nod and sigh contently resting your head against his chest. “Yes...Thank you...” you whisper. “Is everything alright y/n?...” he says softly. “...” you didn’t know how to reply... A soft gasp escaped your lips as he turned your head to face him, “y/n?...” he asks worried.

“... are you just... taking pity on me?... or...” you tried to look away but he wouldn’t allow it... he leaned down a little and kissed your hair, “that answer your question?... I think you’re cute alright. And when I saw the state you were livin in I could relate to it all too well... nobody deserves to be that miserable, especially not someone as hard working and sweet as you.” He smiled. “So please... lemme look after you... and stop sneaking out of bed when I tell ya to rest.” He chuckled. “I wanna make you happy y/n... will ya let me do that?...” he asks

Your face was bright red... he’d essentially confessed he wanted to be yours... you decided to test the waters... you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. He smiled and gladly returned the gesture, he set the drink down and his strong hands found their way to your waist pulling you closer letting him get a better hold of your tongue and a much deeper taste of you...

The next thing you knew you were home, jesses lips still pecking at yours. He pinned you against a wall, his strong hands on your butt holding you up and you him with your legs around his waist. You tugged on his belt buckle and he pulled back from the kiss. “Woah there babydoll... you’re still unwell, and I wouldn’t feel right takin you for a ride when you’re not 100%...” he whispered.

You were at a loss for words, your ex would have never of been so considerate. You nod sheepishly. He smiled and gave you a gentle peck on the cheek, “hey... don’t look so down... you wanna have a shower?” He whispered. “Can I have one... W-with you?...” you blushed. He was a little taken aback by the request but grinned and nodded, “well I ain’t ever been one to disappoint a lady, sure darlin, you’re lookin a bit wobbly too.” He crooned as he carried you to the bathroom.

He sat you on the vanity and got to work undressing himself for you, wanting to save the pleasure of unwrapping you for later. You were surprised at how much armour he had on, even under his shirt he had a thin bullet proof vest. A final measure incase his chest plate failed. Once it was off though you covered your eyes feeling very bashful.

“Hey... no need to be shy babydoll... you’re allowed to look...” you jumped as his hands grasped your wrists pulling your hands from your face... you timidly looked up at him then down at his torso... he was only in his trousers and chaps now.

His body was strong, stocky, muscular but with a little pudge in places. While he was no body builder it was clear he looked after himself more than enough to survive on the battlefield. His tanned skin was scarred in several places, cuts, bullet holes, and much to your horror, cigarette burns where someone had obviously put them out, uneven marks that could only be associated with torture... then there was of course, his arm...

You placed your hand on the cybernetic, “is... it waterproof?...” you ask. He tilted his head a little, “not this model no. Don’t worry I’ve gotten good at bathing without it.” He smiled. You blush, “n no.., I’m here now... I’ll help you bathe...” you say going to take it off. He tugged away but not in a way that said he was upset, he just wasn’t ready yet.

“Hold up darlin.” He chuckled, “I ain’t finished yet.” He said as he gently grabbed your shirt. “Arms up.” He crooned. “J-Jesse...” you gasp, you felt so nervous over this... why?... you tried to rip his clothes off moments ago... maybe you just weren’t used to someone being so intimate with you in a non sexual way. Despite the fact that Jesse was sliding your clothes off you, he clearly had no intent of having his way with you, at least not yet... he cared about you and what you needed...

You obeyed and raised your arms up letting him slide your shirt off. Then your shorts, he took his time removing your underwear and bra letting you shyly hide your breasts by hugging against him, but eventually he stood back to admire the view. “Beautiful...” he whispered feeling utterly breathless looking at you. You were still thin, and unwell, but that’s okay, he still thought you were gorgeous... a fragile little rose who just needed someone to pluck away the wilted petals and give you the love and care you deserve...

“Jesse...” you whispered trying your hardest to resist the urge to cover yourself. You were trembling with excitement and nervousness. “Shh okay darlin come’re.” He smiled lifting you up. He undid his belt and in one clean motion his trousers slid down his hips from the weight of the ammo on his belt. He clicked off his cybernetic arm leaving it on the vanity before hopping into the shower with you.

It was intimate, sweet, and fluffy... he helped you bathed with surprisingly little issue with just one arm. And you in turn helped him, you washed his hair, helped him bathe the parts he couldn’t reach with his arm and lack there of, and you both spent an additional 30 minutes just cuddling and talking under the hot water...

After drying off and applying a little of your moisturiser to his stump to sooth the irritation the pressure locks caused, you both changed the bedding to fresh sheets and snuggled up together, “how you feelin darlin?...” he yawned holding you close against his bare chest, “better, mmmmuch better.” You yawned in response. “Think you might take tomorrow off again?...” he asks as he smelt your hair, loving the apple and strawberry scent. You nod and smile, “only if we can go for another walk together?...” you whisper.

He hummed and smiled, “absolutely baby, I like the sound of that.” He whispers. You gently kiss his chin giggling a little as his beard tickled your nose. “Thank you Jesse...” you whisper. He leaned down and kissed your lips, “don’t mention it sweetheart..,” he whispers as he began to doze off. You yawned again and snuggled into his chest joining him on the sleepy trail to dream land.

...

A week had passed by, you were looking and feeling much better, Jesses love and care had put a spring back into your step. You cut back your streams to once a day, now all you wanted to do was spend time with Mccree. And the giant puppy of a man wanted just the same with you. He’d join you during streams and even played himself, he was surprisingly very good and each time fans would shriek thinking he was the ‘voice actor’.

Each day would conclude with a nice walk through the park followed by a dinner you’d cook together, you’d listen to music and dance without a care in the world. When Mccree started singing along to ‘Your Man’ while he twirled you around you got so flustered you went into a full on giggle fit squealing like a school girl. And after all that came a shower cuddle session, then bedtime snuggles.

It was bliss... you’d never felt more happy in your life. So when Mccree asked you to come home with him through the gateway... you gladly said yes...

It was around 7am when Jesse woke... somebody was banging on the front door... you were still fast asleep... he smiled carefully putting your noise cancelling headphones on you before giving your lips a soft kiss and creeping from bed.

After pulling on a pair of sweats and attaching his arm he walked to the front door and peered through the peephole... It was too early in the morning for his blood to be boiling like this... your ex stood outside... jesse recognised him from the torn up photos... he was outside, holding a bunch of flowers, he looked like he’d spent last night in a dumpster...

And he had... The woman you’d seen him with was completely unaware he’d cheated on her with you... and when he suddenly brought home a bunch of furniture and clothes she got suspicious and checked his phone... when she found out he’d been lying to not only her but you and a whole bunch of other girls too she threw him out on his ass. And now here he was, crawling back to you hoping to take advantage of your kindness again...

He banged on the door again, harder and louder this time, “Y/N OPEN UP!! PLEASE BABY IM SORRY!!” He shouted. As he went to knock again Jesse suddenly opened the door keeping his cybernetic arm hidden behind the doorframe. “Who the hell are y-” your ex tried to speak but Jesse cut him off, “No thanks we don’t want no girl scout cookies.” He said slamming the door in his face hoping he’d leave after seeing you weren’t alone here.

No such luck, he began to knock again, “hey! Open up you asshole!! Who the hell are you?!” He shrieked. Jesse ignored him and brewed a pot of coffee to keep warm expecting you to be up in an hour anyway, as he poured himself a cup the knocking stopped, then he heard your phone ringing from down the hall...

He scowled... this ends now... He walked back to the door and opened it sipping at his coffee. “Howdy, ain’t it a looovely mornin?” He smirked. Your ex glared up at Mccree, he was a little shorter than the cowboy, “look here punk I don’t know who the fuck you are but what the hell are you doing in my girls apartment?” He growled.

Jesse took another sip of his coffee and raised his brow, “your girl?” He laughed. “Y/N’s MY girl.” He says with a cocky grin, “ain’t your girl the poor sweetheart you cheated on with Y/N? Or is it the other way around? Kind of both ain’t it. You used both of the-” Jesse was cut off by your delicate voice behind him.

“Jesse?...” you yawned. You were dressed in one of the flannels he’d bought the second day into his stay, it looked like a dress on you, you stood there rubbing your eyes tiredly. “Y/N baby what the hell?! How could you just move on so fast?!” Your ex shouted taking a step forward.

Blackwatch mode activated... Mccree pushed him back and growled, “I suggest you stay right the fuck away from her before I make you...” he snarled growing more and more hostile... “or you’ll what huh?” Your ex says chesting up to him, “You think I’m scared of a man who sounds like one of the Beverly hillbillies?!” He spat at jesses feet...

“Last... warning...” jesse says coldly. “Good because this is my only warning!” Your ex says swinging a punch hitting Mccree in the jaw... he didn’t even flinch... instead he laughed, before smashing the empty coffee mug over his head and punching him across the face with his cybernetic hand. Your ex literally spun in circles before hitting the ground hard...

“Grab me a dust pan baby I’ll sweep up the shards,” he says his voice changing back to its soft and gentle drawl the moment he addressed you. You whimpered ignoring his request, instead you rushed to him and hugged him tightly before placing your hand on his cheek scared he was hurt. “Shhh oh sweetheart did I frighten you? I’m sorry... it’s okay, I’m alright..,” he smiled adoringly at you.

You shook your head and sniffled, still half asleep but filled with worry. “He hit y you he hit y you-” you hiccuped out as you began to cry. “Hey shhh I’m alright darlin, why don’t you have a cup of coffee, I clean up this mess and then we can make breakfast together and eat it in bed? How does that sound?” He smiled as he dried your tears. You nod and hug him again, “okay I I-”

“Teleporter online... I have opened the path...”

Your eyes went wide and Jesse held you tight as a portal opened in the outside hallway... it’s a good thing nobody else lived on this floor... An elegantly dressed woman stepped out, you recognised her immediately... Symmetra, “I’m looking for Jes-... oh my...” she says as she stepped on your ex. She looked up seeing Mccree holding you, both of you hardly dressed. “I’m terribly sorry I’ll come back when you’re dec-” she was cut off as another familiar face stepped out, Genji.

“Jess-.... wow you hound dog! You’ve only been here a week!” He laughed. You blushed and hid behind Jesse, “w-we haven’t had sex yet!!” You blurt out. Jesse threw his head back and laughed...

...

After kicking your ex out of the way you met and helped several other agents pack up your belongings. D.Va was so excited to hear you were a streamer and was adamant on getting you set up with a channel, and some new equipment, she referred to your set up as primitive compared to the tech they had.

Ana immediately fussed over you being too thin and insisted on cooking you breakfast. Reinhardt and roadhog moved the heavier stuff and Sombra even transferred all your funds into jesses account so after she was done creating an ID and citizen profile for you you could set up and transfer it into your own bank.

You were all set... Jesse smiled at you and held your hand as he put on his hat, “ready partner?” He says softly. You nod and wrap your serape around your shoulders before fixing his. “Ready when you are, cowboy.” You giggle. He leaned in and gave you a kiss before you both walked through the portal... once everyone was through, Symmetra closed it officially leaving your old life behind...

Your ex was still unconscious in the hall.., when he woke he found an empty apartment... but in the doorway he saw the torn up photos of you and him with a note that simply read, ‘So long, from the pale rider...’

careful what you wish for: halloween special // sam golbach

A/N: i've been asked countless times over for a sequel to the sequel and so... here's what i got for you: choose your own adventure ! will you choose vampire!sam or demon!colby? or maybe you'll indulge yourself with both fics. either way, your night is gonna be very busy ;) happy halloween ! hope you enjoy.

prompt: it's been a while since you last saw the boys, and sam has made it known that he wants you all to himself tonight. || vampire!sam x reader

trigger warning: SO. MUCH. SMUT, knifeplay, bloodplay, drinking blood (from both parties), oh yeah... we're going there, lots of vampire biting, supernatural powers, some forcing thru said powers so be mindful of that, oral (for and from both parties), unprotected sex, check-ins, mentions of: babygirl, whore, slut, cumdump, cursing, sam is very aggressive and crazy about you, also... colby's dead but like... not really lol

word count: 2705

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It had been quite some time since you last saw Sam and Colby. They tended to appear in your life like a fire, setting your whole body and life ablaze; but then disappear like smoke. It was confusing but thrilling all at the same time. The hatred you once had for them had now been stifled by the immense amount of lust you felt for them.

They showed up whenever they wanted to, even if you had been begging for them to appear prior. But, they always had a way of letting you know they were close. Recently, Sam had started leaving notes all around your house. The first one was sort of sweet, a ‘I'm thinking of you’ type of message. The next one was a bit more concerning... ‘I love to watch you.’

Colby was right about one thing: Sam was a bit of a freak.

But the one that couldn't leave your mind? ‘I can't wait to taste you again. I'm going to have you all to myself.’

And knowing Sam, this message had multiple meanings.

On a quiet fall night, Halloween to be exact, the boys came to your house. It was abrupt, but you were excited nonetheless to see them.

Colby smirked as you answered the door. “Trick-or-treat, princess.”

“Have you missed us?” Sam asked playfully.

You rolled your eyes as the boys forced their way in. “Of course. What else am I supposed to do to pass the time than miss you guys?”

“Oooh, she's feeling sassy tonight,” Colby whistled, then his tone shifted. “God, I can't wait to take you in every part of your house.”

“I don't think that's gonna happen tonight, Colby.” Sam stated.

Colby raised an eyebrow at Sam, "Why?"

In a split second, Sam's hands wrapped around Colby's neck, snapping it with a loud crack. Colby's lifeless body dropped hard to the ground.

You shrieked. “Oh my God! Did you just kill him?”

“No. He's fine. He's a demon for Christ's sake. He's immortal. He's just...” Sam pursed his lips, trying to find the right words. “Out, for the time being.”

Your eyes couldn't remove themselves from Colby's still body. It made your heart race, with fear and arousal, that Sam could easily do something like that. How powerful he was.

He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso, "I told you; I wanted you all to myself. And now, I get to have you."

He pulled you into the kitchen, not too far away from Colby's dead body, and pushed you against the counter.

“Do you want to know something, baby?” He asked.

“What?” You responded, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“On Halloween.... my powers are crazy strong.” He confessed.

You cocked your head. “Really?”

“Yeah. But not only that, my blood.... why don't you have a taste?” Sam grabbed a knife from your block of knives, pushing the tip lightly against his neck and slicing his skin open. Blood slid down his neck, his shirt soaking it up immediately.

You hesitated, side-eying him. “Uh... I don't know.”

Sam cut you short. “Oh sweetheart, I insist.”

You shook your head. “I don't really-”

His voice turned monotone, but commanding. “Drink me.”

You felt your mouth latch onto Sam's cut instantly, not a second thought crossing your mind. For a split second, you were uncomfortable with his blood pouring into your mouth, but the moment you tasted it.... it set your whole body on fire.

You moaned into his neck, drinking more and more of his blood. It felt like liquid ecstasy. Every one of your senses heightened the more you drank. Goosebumps rose across your body, and you felt like you were on cloud nine.

“Enough, baby girl.” Sam spoke.

You pulled your mouth away, but you wanted to continue drinking from him. It was so addictive.

“How do you feel?” He questioned slyly.

You inhaled happily, “So... fucking good. Fuck, I feel high but in the best way.”

He smiled. “Well, you deserve it. Plus, it's gonna make everything I do to you tonight so much better.”

His words affected you deeply. You could already feel your panties dampening. It must have been from his blood, but everything about him in this moment was turning you on, exciting you.

“But first...” Sam continued. “Tit for tat, Y/N.”

You were a bit confused, lost in your own thoughts. But suddenly, Sam's eyes turned red, his fangs sliding out. He bit into your neck a second later, groaning against you. You gasped, your body relaxing against his hold and the counter. You already felt lightheaded and him drinking your blood made it even harder to think. He grinded his hips against yours as he drank from you. You could already feel his bulge against you, pleasure surging up your body from the sensation. You pressed your hips harder into his, needing some form of relief. You clawed at his shoulders, your eyes rolling back in your head.

Sam yanked his head away, licking your blood off his lips. "Fuck me. You taste divine, baby girl."

You could barely string together a thought. All you could manage to say was "Please.... I need you."

“Hmmm, is that so? Are you aching for me?” He teased.

You nodded your head, “Yesssss.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He inquired, biting his lip.

You squeezed your thighs together, “Yeah, I do.”

His stare intensified as his eyes met yours, “Is your clit desperate for my tongue?”

You whined, almost speechless. "Sam..."

“Okay, okay. If you insist.” He chucked darkly.

Sam grabbed the knife from before, pressing it against the top of your shirt. "Don't move, okay? Wouldn't want you getting hurt..."

He pushed the knife in with such precision, you could feel it tickle your skin but never cut it. You held your breath, not sure what he was doing. But suddenly he slid the knife down your body; your shirt cutting in half. You could feel the fabric rip against your skin hastily, and your breath hitched.

"There we go," Sam pulled what was left of your shirt off, leaving you completely naked from the waist up. "Now... these little shorts."

The tip of the knife pressed into your hip bone, your body trembling in anticipation. Even though you should be scared, you couldn't help feeling so aroused.

"Don't worry, baby. I got you. I would never hurt you," Sam whispered huskily into your ear. He moved the knife in one swift motion, and your shorts fell off your body. "See?"

Sam placed the knife back on the counter, cupping your hips tenderly. "Now these panties? I think... I'll just take them off with my teeth."

His fangs slid out once more. You kept eye contact with him as he dropped to his knees effortlessly. Then he pressed his lips lightly against the top of your panties, trailing kisses across your skin. Feeling his mouth so close to your sex made your clit throb. Your head lulled, your back arching. Sam bit into the band of your underwear, pulling them down expertly. You pushed them off as they fell to the floor. He smirked, his eyes landing on your dripping sex.

Before you could even plead for him to move, his mouth was already on you. His tongue lapped at your hole, darting in and out. You thrusted against him, gripping the counter tightly. It must have been his blood making you feel like you were already about to come because it had never taken such little action to make you so close so fast.

You shuddered, “Holy shit, Sam! God, you feel so fucking goooood!”

“That's right, Y/N. Fuck my tongue like the slut you are. Go crazy for me.” He laughed mischievously.

And you did just as he said. You bucked your hips with wanton, your moans echoing off the walls of your kitchen. You could feel Sam's hand reach up, his fingers rubbing your clit lazily. The added pressure made your thighs shake. You felt electricity shoot through your whole body as your orgasm began to build.

You desired more, “Oh my God, Sam! Pleaseeee, rub me harder.”

“Is that what my little whore wants?” He jeered.

Your pussy reacted to the name, clenching, “Yesss.”

He grinned evilly. “Then beg me for it.”

You wailed, knees shaking from the pressure on your clit. “Sam, please. I need it so bad! Fuck!”

“I don't know...” He tsked. “Do you really deserve it?”

You weren't sure why, but you couldn't handle his playful banter tonight. You needed to come so. fucking. badly. You glanced at the knife, and before you could even stop yourself, you grabbed it and placed it against his neck.

He froze as you hissed down at him. “Rub. My. Clit.”

Sam’s eyes went red at your command, his fangs popping out. He growled darkly, "Oh FUCK yeah baby girl!"

He latched onto your clit, his mouth wildly fucking your cunt. You tossed the knife back on the counter, desperately panting as heat pooled in your belly. Sam glided two fingers deep into you, fucking you hastily. He raised one leg onto his shoulder, your pleasure growing more from the new angle. You could feel yourself edging, Sam rubbing your clit faster and faster.

“Come as I drink your blood.”

He sunk his teeth into your thigh, and your body exploded in ecstasy. The pleasure was so intense that your legs gave out on you, but Sam was able to keep you from falling over. He gripped your hip with one hand, pressing you into the counter. Your hips moved on their own, fucking his fingers until finally slowing down. Sam removed his teeth from your thigh with a soft moan.

He exhaled, looking up at you. “How's my baby girl? You doing okay?”

“I'm... so good. I think I can stand on my own now.” You sighed deeply.

He slid his hand off you and removed his fingers from your sex gently. He stood up, pressing his body into yours.

Sam rubbed your arms softly, “You know, you threatening me with that knife was very hot.”

“I don't know where that came from.” You blushed, embarrassed.

He answered, “My blood, most likely. It brings out the animalistic side of anyone that drinks it.”

“Oh... good to know.” You giggled.

He cleared his throat, his eyes landing on yours. “Well, now that you got to use me for your pleasure...”

“Tit for tat?” You guessed.

He hummed, a mischievous glimmer in his eye, "Exactly."

Sam spun you around, bending you over against the counter. You gasped at the speed, hearing him rip his clothes off in one swift motion. Then, he suddenly lined himself up with your entrance, his cock already dripping with precum.

“I'm taking everything I need from you, Y/N. You're mine.” Sam snapped.

He plunged himself deep inside of you, a loud groan falling from his lips. Your pussy clenched around him, your back arching. “You are such a little whore for me, aren't you Y/N? No point in denying it. You took me so easily; you needed me so badly.”

You nodded your head, unable to form words as he passionately thrusted. Your body shook against the counter with each of his thrusts, your hands grabbing onto anything you could just to hold on.

Sam’s groans were unrestrained. “God, baby girl, you're such a slut. Look at you, taking my cock so well.”

“Mmmm, you make me feel so good, Sam.” You purred.

“Better than Colby. Say it. Say I'm better than him.” He demanded.

You bit your lip, agreeing with Sam. “You are better than Colby.”

He chuckled, “That's right. He can't make you feel like this, can he?”

You shuddered against him, his cock hitting something deep inside you, making it hard to breathe. "Yessss, fuck. Yes, Sam."

Sam clutched your hips tightly, pounding into you quickly. His hand slithered into your hair, yanking your head back as he pulled. The sensation was electrifying, your pussy quivering. You could feel the buildup of your orgasm rising again.

“My whore. My slut. My good girl. You're not allowed to be anyone else's. Only mine!” Sam dictated.

You panted, “Yes Sam! Only yours! Fuck, please go faster.”

His thrusts sped up, ravaging your cunt. The hand in your hair slid back down your body, spanking your ass once. You gasped, and before you could say anything else, his fingers moved to your clit, massaging carelessly.

“Oh my God! Please touch me more!” You screeched.

“Do you deserve it? Do you deserve to come again?” He asked, slowing down his movements.

You rubbed yourself against his hand, needing any friction you could get. “Yes! Please!”

He held you still for just a moment, “Are you gonna be my good girl?”

You mewled, begging for him, “Yes! Yes, I'll be your good girl!”

He pressed his fingers harder against your clit. The added pressure made your knees buckle, your pussy leaking in pleasure.

“Fuck, I'm gonna come Sam!” You whimpered loudly.

“I'm right there too, baby girl. Come for me. Do it!” He ordered harshly.

Your pussy spasmed around Sam's cock, your juices leaking down your thighs as his cum filled you up. You bucked wildly against him, moaning wantonly and incoherently. His grunts were loud, his hips smashing into yours a final time before stopping.

You both rested against the counter for a minute or two, catching your breath. Sam suddenly perked up, pulling out of you.

“Get on your knees for me, Y/N. I'm not done with you yet.” He barked.

You turned towards Sam, dropping down to your knees without another thought.

Sam hissed, “I'm gonna fuck your mouth until I come again. I want to fill you up as much as I can tonight.”

His cock pushed towards your lips, and you felt your mouth drop open. You took his cock deeply, sighing at the heavy feeling of it. You bobbed your head, taking him in and out. You could taste yourself on him, making your cunt ache with abandonment.

“You really are gonna be my cumdump tonight,” he laughed cruelly. “I filled up your pussy, and now I'm gonna fill up your mouth.”

You hummed around his member, your tongue swirling up and down his shaft.

"Fuck, your mouth.... no wonder why Colby loves to use it. Jesus, I'm not gonna last long." He snarled, his hips trembling.

You licked the underside of his dick, wrapping your hand around it and jerking him as you did so. He cursed your name, then pulled himself away from your mouth.

He tilted your head up to look at him. Then he whispered huskily, "You're gonna hold your head still, and I'm gonna face fuck you and come down your throat."

You felt your head freeze, your mouth watering at Sam's words. He slid his cock back into your mouth, fucking you harshly. Every thrust into your mouth turned you on and seeing him in pure ecstasy made you wet.

He gritted his teeth, holding the sides of your face, “That's it. Take it, slut. Be my cumdump, take every inch of me. Fuck, I'm so close.”

You stared up at him, your eyes watering as you choked on his member. His eyes landed on yours and you could feel him start to leak more and more onto your tongue.

A guttural groan ripped through Sam, "Take every drop, Y/N. That's it, fuck! I'm coming!"

He buried his cock deep inside you, his cum sliding down your throat and filling you up. Your body vibrated with little bursts of pleasure, almost like mini orgasms shaking through you. You swallowed his load until he pulled himself out. Your mouth leaked with spit and cum, your eyes lulling back with exhaustion.

Sam helped you to your feet, checking on you. "Are you okay, baby?"

You nodded lazily; your body spent from all the pleasure. He held you against him, kissing your cheek sweetly.

You heard a groaning from the other room. You peered over Sam’s shoulder, confused by the noise. Then, Colby slinked into the kitchen, rubbing his neck.

"Bro... not cool." He spat, grimacing.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Colby's Part >>

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SPECIAL: LUFFY x Y/N

part 1

(cw: kitsune, kitty/sweetheart, kissing, tickling, frottage, unprotected sex [pull out method--do not do this], s'mores/eating)

(a/n: this was so sweet, but i wasn't sure how to end it)

Songs: "Swinging Party" by Lorde, "The Bomb" by Florence + the Machine

words: 2.1k

“Soo…,” Luffy squeezes your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. He nuzzles his nose into the side of your face. “Didn’t know ya liked me like that.”

You shy into him, scrunching up your face as you bury it into his fluffy hair. “Shut up,” you mutter into soft curls; he smells like cinnamon, and milk.

“Embarrassed, kitty?”

“No!” You huff, straightening up. Your tails are squished around you, several floating around your and Luffy’s faces. He snickers as he ducks around them, his wide hands supporting your lower back.

A hush falls over your circle of friends as they clock the subtle moment of intimacy happening between the captain and his kitsune.

He kisses you.

In front of everyone, who’s all gone silent as they stare. Your belly explodes with gunpowder fireworks, and you’re sure all your tails are frizzed out. His lips are so soft.

“Hm,” you moan—can’t help it—and suddenly Luffy stands. He’s kept you in his arms, bridal style, and you gasp. He cheerfully looks around at his crew and announces the two of you will be taking the first watch.

“Everyone go to bed!” He shouts, carrying you up the ladder. “See you in the morning!”

****

So now you’re seated on your captain’s lap, this time in the crow’s nest with the stars all that much closer. He’s sitting with his back to the wooden slats, with you straddling his legs. He’s solid and warm and he’s got both his arms wrapped around your waist. He’s kissing you, slowly.

Luffy’s lips taste like salt, and his tongue tastes like milk as it darts inside your mouth.

“Shit,” he mutters, hands tightening around your hips, “S'fun, sweetheart."

Smiling, you nod in agreement. “Sure is,” you allow, skimming your fingertips up the sides of his arms. They flex, beneath your subtle touch.

“Sex is fun, too,” you whisper, lips at his ear as nerves roil through you.

“Shishishi,” he snickers, letting you lick small, slow circles at his jaw.

You start biting down his neck, as he sighs and leans his head away to give you more room. He’s absentmindedly dragging you back and forth on his cock, swiftly hardening beneath his shorts.

“Lovebites okay?” You ask, suddenly remembering his skin will bruise with hickeys later. As shameless as he is, you should’ve asked first, since it’s still his skin. He shrugs.

“Sure, I think!”

“Okay,” you nod, smooching his pulse point at the base of his throat. You shift back, letting your weight sit fully onto his hardened length.

Sex is special, for you.

You don’t wanna rush things, and mess up the absolutely radiant friendship you have with him. He’s so happy, and it makes you happy, and you want to see him stutter and moan as you sink down onto his fucking cock.

Oh, well.

So much for not rushing things.

“Sex is silly,” you say, scritching at the soft hairs at the base of his neck. “It’s stupid, and weird, but I like it a lot. And, I’d really like to have sex with you. Doesn’t have to be right now, obviously,” you flush and flick your tails. He grabs at one, playfully giving it a short tug. You swat his hand away. “Kissing’s okay for the first night,” you say, and he nods.

“S’okay with me too.”

****

Luffy’s a good kisser.

He starts off slow, sliding his lips against yours in languid, lazy movements. He captures your bottom lip in both of his, sucking in slightly. He pulls away, tugging at your sensitive lip, before letting it go with a smack.

“S’fun,” he whispers, stroking his thumbs along your waist. His skin is searing against yours, and you shiver.

“So fun,” you hum, lacing your fingers through his hair. You fluff up his curls, sorta by accident, so you smooth your palms over his hair instead. He snickers, and swats your hands away. You shrug, scrunching your nose in sheepishness.

“Shishishi,” he teases you, tickling at your sides with fluttering fingers. You squeal, trying to fend him off, but to no avail. He’s got you squirming, kicking, rolling around in his grasp. He tickles your sensitive sides without mercy as you laugh, and laugh, and laugh.

“Lu-uffyy!” You complain, hitching a breath between maddened giggles. He’s grinning at you with wicked mischief in his dark eyes, but he stops his tickle assault (for now).

“My turn,” you pounce on him, jabbing your fingers into his soft spots: his sides, his stomach, his armpits. He snickers uncontrollably, but he’s able to swat you away without much struggle. (He’s like, a lot stronger than you).

So he circles your wrists in his hands, spreading your arms apart so they’re framing either side of your face. He smiles, bright as the sun, and smacks a kiss onto your lips.

And then he drops your hands, serious, and starts kissing you in earnest. He’s sensual and so sweet, lifting your hips so you can slide back onto his lap again.

His lips are sloppier now, and his breath hitches in his chest as you suck in his bottom lip with your teeth. He lets out a soft groan, and it sets off firecrackers inside your belly. Luffy grabs your hips hard now, rocking you faster against his clothed cock. The denim of your jeans rides up against your clit, so nicely.

"Luffy--," you gasp, burying your face against his neck as he ruts your hips against his own. His fingers sink into the flesh of your hips, and you start pulling at his shirt. He breaks away just long enough to pull it over his head in one, swift motion. His torso is bare in front of you, softly lit by the crescent-moon above you in the crow's nest.

You skim your fingertips down his chest, suddenly shy.

"So pretty," you murmur, and decide to pull your own shirt off in solidarity. You're not wearing a bra.

Luffy swallows, flushed, and slowly lifts his hands to softly cup at your breasts. Has he ever seen someone like this before? It doesn't really matter anyway, since right now he's here, and Luffy's not one to care for backstories, anyway.

Slowly, he leans forward to suck one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue is silky smooth against your sensitive skin, and you lean your head back and sigh. It feels so good, to see him like this. To feel him, like this. He's so soft, so careful with you.

He swipes his tongue swiftly over your hardened nipple, while his other hand pinches with finger and thumb. He switches places, and you gasp. His spit coats your skin, as he starts to get sloppier with his movements. His cock is rock hard beneath you now, and you're starting to regret saying kissing is enough for you, for the night.

Because it's really, really not.

"Luffy," you whisper, and he hums against your skin. He rests his chin between your breasts, smiling up at you with his stupid, sparkly eyes. It's not fair, how sweet he is. You moan, pouting slightly. You rock your hips against his, pushing down harder than before. "Need you," you confess, scratching the hairs at the base of his neck, "So bad."

Luffy's face darkens.

He's got you on your back, suddenly, and he's ripping off your jeans without a second's hesitation. He groans at the sight of you, naked and soulful beneath him. The wooden slats of the crow's nest scratch your shoulder blades. You shift your tails to try and make a pillow for yourself, and Luffy settles between your legs.

His own shorts are unbuttoned and shuffled down his thighs, his hips protruding in a subtle V. There's a line of soft, dark hair that leads down to the base of his cock, which is now out in the open and bobbing against his soft stomach. You reach up to touch his abdomen, slowly trailing your fingers down to embrace his shaft. You squeeze, gently, and he groans.

"I don't have a condom," he realizes, shy. You shake your head, nose scrunched.

"Don't care," you whisper, "Just pull out."

Luffy nods, lip caught between his teeth. He's so eager to please, soothing his strong hands over your thighs. Slowly, he lines himself up at your entrance. You're slick enough to take him fully, and he hisses as he starts to push in. It stings, a little, and you whisper at him to slow down. He does, waiting for your walls to softly adjust to his width--his length. He's hot as all hell, pulsing inside you as his dick throbs with lust. You're in no better shape--panting and scrabbling at his hips for more.

"More," you whisper, scratchy, "M'ready."

He slowly shifts your hips together, sending his cock all the way to the place where it's almost too much--but just right. You hiss through your teeth, toes curling as you hook your legs around his waist.

Slowly, he starts moving.

His hips are shallow, thrusting inside you gently as your face scrunches up at the sting. He's wider than you'd thought, than you're used to, but it's so good at the same time.

You whisper instructions to him--softer here, slower there, faster now, lift my hips--and he does all these things and more.

"First time," he confesses, sweat dripping down his temples, "Special with you," He leans forward, crashing his lips into yours with no small amount of care. His confession strikes home, your heart squeezing as your walls squeeze around his virgin cock.

"Special f'me too," you stutter, his lips scrambling your thoughts as his hips speed up. His balls slap against your ass, and you moan. "First time with--someone special."

He croons into the curve of your neck, leaving slutty, sloppy kisses with his tongue slick with spit. He smells like musk--like him--and it's not long before you're scrabbling at his shoulder blades.

"M'cumming," you whisper, and Luffy speeds up. He's pistoning his hips inside you now, and it sends you over the edge with a sucker punch of a release. You gasp, saying how sweet, how good, how sexy he is. "So sweet, so sweet, so sweet like candy, baby--," you sink your teeth into the crook of his neck, and he strangles out a moan as he steers you through your orgasm. You're sweaty, panting, and his hips stutter against yours. He sits up, swiftly pulling out to jack off over your stomach. His cum is hot, thick, and stripes up your abdomen with rivers of white. The release you feel at his own, is--

Starlight.

He gasps, pumping his cock through the last shudders of an orgasm, and then he's collapsing back onto his heels. He smiles, breathy, and starts wiping you off with his discarded shirt. His shorts are still around his thighs. "So good, sweetheart," he says, as you surge forward to kiss him. His lips are soft, bruised, as you wrap your arms around him and pull him in as close as he can get.

"Special," you state, hands on his cheeks. You're speechless, besides that, but Luffy seems to get the message. He holds you, carefully, gathering you up into his chest as you both sit back against the wall of the crow's nest. He strokes your hair, scratching at the base of your fox's ears. Your skin is sweaty, sticking to his in the summer air.

"Special," he agrees, kissing the top of your head.

"Snacks?" You ask, and he snickers.

"Sure! Let's toast marshmallows," he suggests, and pulls his shorts back up to button at his waist. You throw on your own discarded clothes, and follow him down the ladder.

You smile, letting him slide an arm around your waist to support you as you step back down onto the deck. "Sanji hides the chocolate behind the popcorn kernels," you whisper conspiratorially. "Let's make s'mores."

"S'mores it is!" Luffy agrees, all smiles, as he grabs your hand to gum-gum slingshot across the ship. Stars shimmer down on you two as you sneak into the kitchen, snickering together.

"Let's have s'more sex," Luffy waggles his eyebrows at you, holding up his delicious treat, and you snort. You shove his shoulder, and he giggles as he bites into the graham cracker and marshmallow. Dark chocolate sticks to his chin, and you smile. Your cheeks hurt.

Luffy dabs some melted chocolate onto your nose.

"Sweetheart," he says, "That's what I'll call you."

You stare at him, thoroughly smitten and more than a little dazzled. "O-okay," you say, breathily, and then he's leaning forward to smack the chocolate right off your nose with a sloppy kiss. You scrunch your face, swatting him away to scrub at your own nose. Your fingers come away sticky. "Sweetheart," you say, crunching down on the last bite of graham cracker, "Suits you."

He smiles.

"Suits you, too."

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1405 Peach Tree Lane

Pairing: Older!Neighbor!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You like to watch your older, tatted shirtless neighbor now his lawn. He likes to watch you laying by your parents’ pool in those swimsuits that make his mouth water. Eventually, the inevitable happens when he invites you across the street for a drink.

Word Count: 8.2K

Tags: 🔥SMUT, modern au, age gap (Eddie 40s, Reader 20s), daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, slight breeding kink, spitting, light dom/sub, unprotected sex (reader has an iud), oral sex, p in v sex, shower sex, masturbation in a hot tub

(A/N: This is some of the filthiest shit I think I've ever written. You're welcome. Also I was very quick with the proofread, so if you see any spelling or grammar mistakes, no you don't.)

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Everyone in the posh gated community of Forest Hills knew about 1405 Peach Tree Lane.

The house was beautiful, as were all the houses in the upper-crust neighborhood- but the house wasn’t what people paid attention to.

Every housewife in the neighborhood knew that if they were lucky and timed their morning jog just right, they’d catch a glimpse of the toned, inked-up adonis who lived there while he shirtlessly mowed his lush green lawn. 

You might not have done much speaking with the housewives in your parents’ neighborhood, but you knew about 1405 Peach Tree Lane- you had a perfect view of its front lawn from your lounge chair by the pool in your parents’ backyard. Luckily for you, all that separated your backyard from 1405 was a short wrought iron fence and a narrow stretch of road.

You didn’t mind living with your parents during the summers you spent home from college; they gave you plenty of freedom and while they were at work during the day, you got to spend the afternoon lounging by the pool, reading a book and soaking up the sun.  

As well as soaking up the view of the way that same sunlight glinted off Mr. 1405’s sweaty, ink-riddled skin. 

You didn’t speak to him- what would you even say? “Hi, it’s nice to meet you, my favorite part of the day is guessing what your tattoos mean.”? Or maybe, “Hey there neighbor, mind if I count the freckles on your shoulders? It’s for science.”

Eventually, the inevitable happened- he caught you staring. 

He didn’t make it awkward, though. In fact, from the way he simply smiled and waved at you, you wondered if he thought your eyes meeting him had just been a coincidence, and you hadn’t been ogling him for the past thirty minutes and some change. You’d smiled back, thankful for your huge sunglasses that hid the way your eyes had widened under his attention, and waved in return. 

An even bigger surprise had been that he spoke to you this time. 

“That book any good?” 

His voice, heavy with labored breathing under the exhaustion from finishing up his lawn work, had caught you completely off guard. You’d laughed nervously, sticking your bookmark between the pages and pushing yourself up from your face-down position on the flattened lounge chair. 

“Oh! Ah-ha, uhm, yeah!” you shifted your weight back until you were sitting on spread knees and looking up at the source of the voice. On the other side of your parents’ fence stood Mr. 1405 Peach Tree Lane, sweaty and slightly sunburned on the tops of his shoulders. His curly brown hair had been piled into a messy knot atop his head, and you took note of the details that you hadn’t noticed from far away- a smattering of silver studs that decorated his ears, along with one on his nose. Five o’clock shadow that dusted his jawline. A more detailed view of his tattoos, some of which looked older than others but all of which looked very, very sexy on this man who had so much sex appeal already. 

The crinkling of his plastic water bottle as he squeezed about half of it into his mouth filled the silence between you. After a loud gulp he piped up again.

“What’s it about?”

Your brow wrinkled confusedly before you remembered that he had just asked you about your book. “Oh!” you replied dumbly, looking down at the book as if you had completely forgotten that books even existed- looking at him had taken up your entire mental capacity, apparently. “It’s, uh, it’s a memoir! It’s this cool old lady’s life story, she does not hold back, so the narration is pretty hilarious a lot of the time.”

The inked-up Greek god smiled and nodded, eyebrows raising in interest. “That does sound good.” he mused, and his voice took on a slyer tone when he added, “What’s your definition of old, like thirty-five?” He chuckled as if he’d just told a funny joke, but your smile had all but fallen from your face. 

“That’s not old,” you replied, not taking the joke, “This author was in her late seventies when she published this book, but even with that being said, this book is just told through such a youthful spirit- it’s easy to forget how old the author is when looking at her words.” You gripped the paperback a little tighter in your sweaty hands. “Plus, old people definitely don’t have the energy to mow their own lawns, and I have a feeling you’re not thirty-five.” 

That seemed to catch him off-guard. A surprised laugh escaped him, exploding from his lips before they formed an intrigued grin and his arms crossed over his tattooed chest. 

“Oh yeah? How old do I look, then?”

You grinned back, making a show of removing your sunglasses so that you could peer at him with greater focus. “Hmmmmmm…thirty-six?” 

Another laugh, this one heartier than the last. “You flatter me, sweetheart.” 

God, his voice is like brown sugar.

You tried again. “Forty, then.”

“Older.”

“No way.”

His grin became a smirk. “Are you patronizing me right now?”

You threw up a girl scout salute. “Scout’s honor, I would never.” 

He chuckled. “Well, girl scout, I’ll be forty-five next month.”

“I’ll be sure to warn my parents about the rager you’ll be throwing.”

He peered up at your house behind you, like he just now noticed its- and your parents’- existence. “Nah,” he said, “No ragers for me, that ship sailed when I was your age.”

You smiled sweetly, placing your sunglasses atop your head. “At least let me bake you a cake, then, wouldn’t be neighborly to let you have a boring birthday.”

“You’d bake a cake for ‘lil old me, sweetheart?” His tattooed hand splayed over his heart, sweaty and shining in the blaring afternoon sun.

You giggled. You could get used to Mr. 1405 calling you ‘sweetheart’. 

“Sure thing, just tell me what name to write in between ‘happy birthday’ and ‘forever young’.”

A flash of dazzling white teeth replied, “Eddie. Eddie Munson.” 

That was when you rose a step above the housewives of Forest Hills- to them, he was still Mr. 1405, but to you? He was Eddie Munson.

You entertained yourselves with little conversations here and there whenever Eddie worked out on his lawn. You, always in a swimsuit and him, never wearing a shirt. You would ask him about his tattoos- what they symbolized, which ones he’d drawn himself before they were replicated on his flesh. He would ask you about what you were reading- it was always changing. Sometimes nonfiction, sometimes romance, fantasy, lit fic… he seemed impressed by your insatiable reading habits. 

One day, however, he’d been particularly interested in a book whose cover bore a bare-chested  gentleman and particularly busty woman in a corset. 

“What’s today’s read, girl scout?” Eddie had greeted you with a nod toward the obviously risque reading material and a knowing smirk as he let his arms dangle over the black bars of your fence. 

You looked up, glowing from the sweat that’s gathered on your dewy summer skin and smiled tightly. “Oh, just a period romance. Ball gowns, forbidden love, the scandalous touching of hands without gloves on- things like that.”

“From the looks of that cover, I don’t think their hands are the only naked body parts touching in that story.” 

You laughed, glancing at the cover as Eddie waggled his eyebrows. “You’re probably right, but who knows? I’m only on the second chapter. I’ll keep you posted though.” you punctuated that last part with a wink. 

“Oh please do, princess,” Eddie said with a wolfish grin. “I love a good smutty romance novel.” 

You gawked. “No way you read this shit, you’re bluffing.”

Eddie raised a hand as if swearing on a bible. “Scout’s honor.” he said, mimicking your swear from the day you’d met. 

You shook your head, smiling ear to ear. “You must be the first man I’ve met who openly admits to reading smut, and I respect that.”

Eddie shrugged. “Easiest way to know what women want- they’re literally writing me an instruction manual. It’d be stupid not to read them.”

You bit your bottom lip before you could stop yourself, making a mental note of that little tidbit of information. “And you enjoy them?”

“It’s porn, sweetheart,” he said, gazing at you incredulously. “Who wouldn’t enjoy it?”

“It’s porn with a plot.”

“I’m a sucker for a good plot, especially if the plot involves sucking.”

You barked out a laugh. “And one could also argue that it’s more emotional porn than physical.”

“Are you insinuating that I don’t have a heart? Because I’ve got one, princess, and it bleeds, it yearns-”

Eddie pantomimed grasping at his own heart in his chest, putting on a fucking one-man show as he hung onto the fence for dear life as if his heart were truly bleeding out. You laughed- that was something that seemed to happen more when Eddie was around- you laughed more than usual, so much that you found your cheeks aching whenever he walked away. 

This time, something else ached as you watched him return to his lawn. As you continued to read, you were acutely aware of the heat between your thighs, the wetness that accumulated as you pictured corseted girls and muscled viscounts making eyes at each other across a sea of dancing courtiers. You imagined yourself, cornered in a rich rose garden bathed in moonlight, struggling to stifle your moans as a man in a tailcoat left a mark on your neck. You felt his hand hiking up your layers of petticoats until it reached your thigh, the only thing separating skin from skin being the white fabric of his gloves. You pictured his eyes, brown and bottomless as he moaned at the feeling of your hands tangled and tugging on his soft brown curls-

Uh oh. 

You took a deep breath, bookmarked your page, and slipped into the cold water of the pool. You sincerely hoped that Eddie hadn’t been serious about an update on the smut in your novel; you didn’t exactly want to let slip that at some point, you’d stopped picturing the viscount and started picturing him. 

But would he mind? Would he be upset to know that you’d pictured his hands on you, his lips on your pulse, your fingers in his hair? 

You weren’t sure he would. 

In fact, you had a feeling he might actually picture you in situations that weren’t too different. After all, you weren’t blind- you’d noticed the way his eyes would flit down from your face when the two of you were talking. He didn’t seem to put much effort into hiding his once-overs, his raking gaze that seemed more than pleased by the way your swimsuits hugged your curves, pulled your cleavage together, cut higher on your hip than your shorts ever would. Whenever you pulled yourself up from lying on your stomach, you’d seen how his eyes followed your ass hungrily as it left his line of sight. 

That was the moment that you realized- Eddie Munson, more than likely, wanted to fuck you. 

And you definitely wanted to fuck him. 

So the next time he came over to see you after mowing his lawn, you offered him a beer. 

“I’m already halfway through mine,” you said, leaning back to give him a full view of the way the sweat on your breasts shone in the hot sun. “don’t make me day drink alone.”

A salacious grin curled on his plush pink lips. “I could be tempted,” Eddie peered at the cooler beside you. “What are you drinking, sweetheart?”

You opened the cooler so that he could see the six pack of light lagers in shiny green bottles. Eddie wrinkled his nose distastefully. “Alright, young padawan,” he sighed, unlatching the gate to your backyard. “It’s time you learned your first lesson from Master Munson.” He didn’t enter the backyard, simply opened the gate and waited for you to join him outside your parents’ property. 

You quirked an eyebrow; this was new territory. That wrought iron fence had always served as a sort of barrier between the two of you, never occupying the same space and keeping each other at arm’s length- flirty banter, but with boundaries. 

Now, you smiled shrewdly as you slipped on your flip flops and crossed the threshold into Eddie’s space, following him across the narrow street to his driveway.

“Oh so I’m your student now, Master?” you quipped, launching him into a dark chuckle and a shake of his curls. 

“Christ,” he cursed under his breath low enough that he probably thought you hadn’t heard- but you did. “Well, your college friends are obviously shitty teachers if your drink of choice is a basic ass bottle you can grab at the goddamn gas station.” 

You scoffed, “Oh, what- are you trying to say you’re one of those pretentious beer snobs who only drinks micro-brewed IPA’s named after bad puns?”

Eddie laughed out loud, smiling ear to ear at you over his shoulder. “Oh that’s exactly what I am, princess!” The harsh sunlight finally relented as the two of you crossed into Eddie’s garage, and you followed him in a beeline to the old refrigerator in the corner opposite from his impressive-looking toolbench. 

You nearly moaned with relief when the cool air from the fridge hit you as Eddie opened the door and grabbed a couple of unmarked silver cans from the middle shelf. You eyed them cautiously, which Eddie saw and snorted at when he saw your expression. “Not poisoning you, sweetheart, no need to worry.” He opened a door beside the fridge that you guessed- judging by what you could see past the doorway- led to his kitchen. “A friend of mine is a home-brewer, he gives these to me and the guys for free. Way better than any cookie-cutter shit you’ll find at a college party.” He held the door open for you, nodding his head toward the doorway. “You coming inside? It’s hot as hell out here.”

You hadn’t expected him to invite you into his home; it occurred to you suddenly that you were still only wearing your swimsuit. Smiling shyly, you stepped through the doorway, the chill of the air conditioning rolling goosebumps over your damp skin. Eddie stepped into the kitchen and immediately began opening the cans, handing one to you. 

You eyed the can cautiously, raising an eyebrow at him. “Do I want to know what I’m about to drink?’ 

He smiled mischievously, inclining his head toward you as he held his can aloft. “First lesson, padawan- trust your master.” He tilted the can in your direction, to which you sighed and tapped your can to his. 

Your eyes widened in surprise when the cold, bubbly liquid hit your lips. It wasn’t anything like you were expecting- instead of the tepid wheaty taste that you were used to. At first the drink was tart, but after a second it faded into a fruity dryness that reminded you of white wine. Its  flavor was so light that you couldn’t even tell you were drinking beer.

“This is beer?” 

Eddie chuckled. “Technically it’s a sour, but yes- it’s a type of beer. Dustin said it was a champagne sour, so if you like wine then hopefully this’d be up your alley.” 

You smiled as you took your second sip. “I do like wine.” you murmured, testing the flavors on your tongue. “Like this, too. Your friend ever think about selling what he brews?”

“Dustin?” Eddie asked, laughing as if the question were something funny. “Oh I have no doubt he’ll try to sell it one day, but he’s not going to even think about it until he knows he’s perfected his recipe.”

As you took another sip of the cold drink, you felt another wave of goosebumps run through you. Coincidentally, this was the moment that Eddie fell perfectly silent. You peered over your can- his eyes were fixed on your chest. You became acutely aware that the goosebumps had resulted in your nipples growing so hard, you thought if something-anything- were to accidentally brush against them, you might moan from the sensitivity. 

Stifling a smirk, you shivered and hugged your upper arms. “Brrrrr it’s cold in here!” you said coyly, “I guess my body temperature got a little too used to the heat.” 

Eddie’s chest heaved slightly at the way your tits bounced and squeezed together when you shivered. He cleared his throat, looking down at the beer can in his hand for a moment. “I’ve got a hot tub, you know,” He spoke up, peering at you to gauge your reaction. “Downstairs. You’re welcome to it.”

You took another sip. “Only if you join me.”

His dark eyes snapped up to yours, lips curling up at one corner. “Yes ma’am.” he said, his voice lowered an octave and a bit huskier than before. You held his eye contact, mirroring his lopsided grin with a charged, heavy-lidded gaze. 

Eddie led you to a staircase down the hall and said he’d be right back with a towel for you after he changed into swim trunks. 

“Aw, no speedo?” you smirked. Eddie appeared unphased. “Mental note,” he murmured to himself, “the princess is eager to see my thighs.”

You giggled, “There might be more tattoos there I haven’t seen yet,” you countered, “How am I supposed to keep figuring you out if I don’t know the meaning of each and every one?” 

Eddie placed his forearm above your head on the wall, leaning into it until he was close enough for you to feel his breath on your hairline. “You know, you seem to spend a lot of time staring at my body, kid-” You bristled at his blatant omission of the nicknames you liked. “-I’m starting to feel objectified.” 

You forced the smile from your face, looking up at him defiantly. “I could say the same thing about you, Mr. Munson,” you replied, “-and I’m not a ‘kid’.”

His position didn’t change as his eyes raked over your nearly naked body, drifting from your eyes to your lips and catching on your cleavage. “Don’t I know it, sweetheart.” he whispered, before pushing off the wall. “Hot tub’s already heated, just push off the cover and hit the green button. I’ll be down in a sec.”

And then he was walking down the hall to what you could only assume was his bedroom. For a moment, you thought about following him… but if you were honest with yourself, you were actually pretty curious about this hot tub. So down the stairs you went, carrying a silver can of sour in each hand.

Eddie’s basement was cozy, but he had utilized the space to its full potential. The majority had been filled with workout equipment to create a home gym, the walls lined with floor to ceiling mirrors that created the illusion of a larger space than it actually was. Sitting on stylish wooden slats was the hot tub, topped with a brown leather cover. To the right of the hot tub was a door with a small window that was just at your eye level. Upon closer inspection… yep, that was a sauna. Eddie had a sauna. 

Shaking your head in disbelief, you made a mental note to ask Eddie what he did for a living- as far as you could tell, he was the only one who lived here. How did a single guy in his forties have so much money to burn? 

Placing yours and Eddie’s drinks down on a nearby surface, you removed the cover from the hot tub and pressed the green button as Eddie had instructed, and settled into the hot, bubbling water. God, it was relaxing. Just then, you heard footsteps descending the stairs.

Eddie appeared, his hair let down from his normal messy bun so that it fell in dark chocolate curls that cascaded over his shoulders. His swim trunks, simple and black with little white skulls lining the cuffs above his knees, hugged his thighs in a way that made you salivate. Tattoos you'd become all too familiar with danced across his skin, and you suddenly felt the need to taste them.  

Eddie smirked when he saw you getting an eyeful without even trying to hide it. “How’s the water?”

You hummed, relaxing further into jets against your back. “Sooooooo nice.” You sighed. 

Eddie climbed into the hot tub to join you, making you squeal as he practically fell into the water, splashing you as he submerged his head just enough to wet his hair and shake it out like a golden retriever.

You giggled, doing your best to ensure that your hair wasn’t wet enough to make you look like a wet rat. “I’m starting to think you’re a teenage boy trapped in the body of a middle-aged man.” 

Eddie narrowed his eyes at you, tattooed arms stretching out over the edges of the tub as he relaxed into the seat across from you. “Hey now,” he said, voice laced with warning. “Careful with the term middle-aged there, kiddo.”

You matched his gaze, challenging. “Kiddo?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Eddie’s gaze was heavy, cocky as he looked down his nose at you. “Practically a baby.”

You grinned. “That one, I don’t mind.”

Eddie’s smile grew in tandem. “Oh, she likes to be ‘baby’, but not ‘kiddo’, huh?”

You leaned back into the water, looking up at the ceiling with a smug smile on your lips. “That’s right, grandpa.”

Suddenly, you felt a tug on your ankle and you were underwater. You emerged, spitting chlorine out of your mouth, struggling to force it from your nose as Eddie’s cackling rang in your ears. You gasped, sputtering in shock as you tried to catch your breath. 

“You are a child!” you squealed as he tugged your ankle again- you hadn’t noticed his hold still grasping tightly- not forceful enough to bring you back under the surface but enough to remind you that he could.

“So not a grandpa, then?” Eddie teased, stroking the curve of your ankle with his thumb. 

You gritted your teeth together, strategizing. “No, that would be too kind. You’ve got the maturity of a teenager. Luckily for me-” 

Using Eddie’s grip on your ankle as leverage, you forcefully pulled yourself forward by your leg and launched yourself right into his lap, bending your knees so that a second later, you were straddling him. 

You watched triumphantly as Eddie’s eyes widened, looking up at you with breath that hitched in his throat as you finished your sentence. 

“-I know how boys like you think.”

The humor between the two of you dissipated in that instant, Eddie’s eyes blown wide and dark as he watched the way the water in your hair dripped down your neck and between your breasts, which were now inches from his face. If he leaned forward, he could catch that bead of water with his tongue. If he reached up, he could hold your tits in his hands, test their weight. Press them up, squish them together, squeeze…

You felt him growing hard beneath you, and smirked triumphantly. “See?” You said smugly, grinding against him teasingly. “Right on schedule.”

Eddie chuckled, his breathing strained as he shook his head exasperatedly. “Got me all figured out, do you princess?” 

You nodded, finding your rhythm as you continued to grind against his hardening cock through his swim trunks. “I think I’m starting to.”

You shivered despite the warmth as Eddie trailed his hand from your ankle up your leg, your hip, your waist…finally resting at the apex of your sternum to splay across your neck. You hadn’t been expecting that- you faltered, breath hitching as he tested out a gentle squeeze and hummed to himself.

“Mmmmm…” He looked you over with passive attention, taking account of the way your eyes widened and your pulse quickened under his thumb. “...you know, I’m starting to figure you out too.” His other hand cupped your hip, pulling you to sit directly on his erection and holding you in place so you couldn’t grind. “You’re used to getting away with shit you know you shouldn’t do, isn’t that right, baby?” You sighed softly in response, pinned into place by his lust-blown eyes. You balanced on a precipice- on one side, obedience, which you knew would satisfy him. On the other, eventual obedience with a little bit more fight; more of a gamble, but you were willing to bet that he would enjoy that best.

“You really thought you could eye-fuck me every damn afternoon,” Eddie said, his hand on your neck moving lower to fondle one of your breasts over your swimsuit. “-and there wouldn’t be consequences?”

You breathed heavily, chest rising and falling under his hand. “I mean…” you drawled, still smiling smugly despite his authoritative tone of voice. “...I was kinda hoping for consequences.” you brought both hands out of the water, gesturing vaguely to the room around you. “I’m here, aren’t I?” 

A second passed before Eddie’s hands suddenly grabbed both of your wrists, forcing them behind your back. You gasped, cheeks hot from the water and the position you were in, straddling his lap with both shoulders shoved back to force your breasts front and center. He saw the look in your eyes and leaned forward, lips brushing the shell of your ear. 

“I can get rough sometimes, baby.” he said, voice low and husky. “Tell me it’s too much at any point and I’ll stop, okay?” You nodded, a shy little mm-hm escaping your bitten lips. Eddie crossed your wrists over each other, holding them behind your back with one hand as his newly free one reached up to caress your cheek. 

“Fucking Christ, you’re cute.” he mumbled. “Cute little baby, all alone in her parents’ big house all day, so bored she had to go and be a slut for the neighbor. That right, baby?”

Your eyes were wide and wet, mouth opened in a slight pout as you ground your freed hips on his hard cock once again, whimpering needily. You nodded your head up and down, eager to hear more filthy words tumble from his lips. 

Eddie wasn’t satisfied with that. A hand came up to grasp your hair at the base of your neck, tugging on it firmly but not painfully to force your head to nod up and down emphatically. “Use your words, baby, say ‘yes, daddy, I was a slut.’”

You gasped, surprised. You’d never called anyone daddy besides your actual father, and you’d certainly never called anyone that in the bedroom- or a hot tub, for that matter. However, his brazen demand that you call him that while you straddled him like this sent rolling waves of pleasure straight to the apex of your thighs. 

“Y-yes… daddy…” You struggled against your instinct to be embarrassed, arching your back against your restrained hands and looking down shyly at your cleavage. “...I was a slut.”

“Look at me.”

Your eyes flicked up to his, wide and obedient. He was smiling at you, beaming with pride and adoration. His hand slid from your hair to the back of your neck, pulling your face to his. “Good girl, baby.” he praised, “I’m gonna kiss you, is that okay?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes, please!”

That earned you a chuckle. “So polite, baby girl, good job.” 

Eddie’s lips felt like the most comforting thing that a person could feel on their skin. His kiss felt like fresh sheets still warm from the dryer. His tongue was like a strawberry that was perfectly ripe, sweet and wet and a rush of relief. He explored you, he learned you, his lips devoured all they could reach and whenever they couldn’t reach, his tongue took over to fill in the blanks. 

As you whimpered and squirmed in his lap, Eddie cooed, “What’s the matter, baby, something wrong with your legs?”

You shook your head, moaning into his mouth. “I need something on my clit, Eddie.”

“Something? You’ll just take anything on that clit baby? Is that what you're saying?”

You panted, straining against his rock hard dick for some kind of friction. He was right, you would take anything. “Yes, please touch me, Eddie.”

He made no move to do so, only looking at you pointedly with his eyebrows raised. When you realized your mistake, you corrected, “Please touch me, daddy.”

He smiled smugly, a cat watching a mouse. “Good girl,” he praised, “but I’m not sure you’ve earned that.” 

Your face fell, eyes going wide as your lips formed a full-on pout. “But-” you began to stutter, but Eddie wasn’t finished. 

He let go of you, pushing you gently off you and guiding you under the water to one of the seats in the corner of the tub. The jets coming off it were strong, nearly too much on your back as you turned to sit, but Eddie stopped you before you could settle into the seat. 

“Princess, I want you to keep your knees open and ride your pussy on that jet stream until you cum.” 

Your jaw dropped open. Whipping your chin over your shoulder to look at him in his seat opposite you, you stared and waited for him to specify or maybe apologize for misspeaking- there’s no way you heard him right. But then he repeated himself, and you realized that yes, you had. 

“Press your pussy up against that jet stream under the water, and make yourself cum. Don’t use your hands. Don’t rush. I want you to fall apart in my hot tub, and I’m going to stroke my dick while I watch you do it. That okay, sweetheart?”

You were learning a lot of new information about your neighbor today. 

You smiled devilishly over your shoulder at him, taking in the sight of him lounging in the opposite corner of the tub as he took in the sight of you. “You’re a kinky motherfucker, aren’t you?” 

Eddie reached across the tub and wound an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a quick but heated kiss. “Yeah, I am.” he murmured into your lips before pushing you back toward the jets. “Now make yourself cum, I want you tight.”

He laughed at the pathetic little whimper that you let slip involuntarily as you situated yourself against the jet stream. You balanced your weight on your knees, spreading your legs enough to open your pussy further inside your swimsuit. Once the pulsing stream of water made contact with your clit, your automatic impulse was to flinch away; the stream was strong, almost too strong. However, with a little shifting and repositioning, you eventually found an angle that pulled a moan from your mouth that sounded almost pornographic.

“That’s it, baby girl,” you heard Eddie’s rough voice behind you, and you couldn’t help but sneak a peak over your shoulder at him. Eddie sat with legs spread open and one arm slung over the lip of the tub, his other hand palming the erection you knew was only growing harder over his swim trunks. This told you he was a patient man, a man who liked to be teased a little before taking what he wanted. A man who liked to play with his food before he ate it. 

You could play, too.

You pulled your eyebrows together, pouting your lips the way you’d seen him react to earlier. “Am I doing it right for you, daddy?” You moved your hips up and down against the jet, putting on a little show for him.

Eddie raised a brow, amused. “I don’t think I can answer that question for you, sweetheart.” he said, sighing heavily with pleasure as he tilted his head this way and that to take you in from every angle. “Don’t worry about me, baby, just make yourself feel good.” 

You smiled shyly, nodding in response and turning your attention back to the jets. You maneuvered your hips against them, grinding on the strong jetstream as it hit your clit at angles that you didn’t even know existed. You lost yourself in the sensation, letting your eyes fall closed and humming little sounds to yourself as your heart rate picked up, that familiar pleasure bubbling up in your lower belly  as your movements grew faster and more desperate. 

Eager to see if Eddie was enjoying himself as much as you were, you glanced over your shoulder to look at him. What you saw was breathtaking- Eddie, his wet curls clinging to his dewy skin, muscles flexing under his tattoos as he fisted his cock underwater. You couldn’t see it clearly due to the raging bubbles, but the flesh-colored underwater blur was enough for you to know exactly what he was doing. You had known he would jack off to you- he’d outright told you he planned to- but seeing it was enough to turn you on so much that it became the thing that pushed you over the edge.

“Daddy, I’m cumming!” 

You moaned, mouth hanging open as you rode out your orgasm against the harsh stream of the jets, overwhelmed and overstimulated by the physical feeling and the intense eye contact that you held with Eddie the entire time as your body gyrated and spasmed. He watched you with hungry eyes, lapping up the scene in its entirety and committing every second to memory. 

“Good girl, good fucking girl, keep fucking that jet, baby.”

You whimpered, hips jerking away from the stream as it hit your clit at an angle that was a little too intense, and your limp, still-needy body floated over to Eddie. He chuckled, still stroking his cock lightly in the warm water. “Aw, I’m sorry baby, was that too much?”

You shook your head, still eager for him- he’d barely even touched you, and yet you were so desperate for this man. “No, I can take more.”

His eyes had a darkness to them that made your breath hitch. “How much can you take, sweetheart?” 

You moved to straddle your knees on either side of one of his thighs, not close enough to grind against his cock, but certainly in a perfect position to rub your pussy along his leg, teasing him. “I’ll take whatever you wanna give me, daddy.”

A low groan sounded from deep in Eddie’s chest. “You might regret saying that one, babe.”

You couldn’t resist matching his warning with a challenge. “Bring it on.” you said sweetly, and it incited a little chuckle in him. He reached back and pressed a button on the hot tub, causing all of the bubbles to stop. 

“Get out, dry off.” he said, nodding to the neatly folded towels he’d placed beside the hot tub. “You look like you could use a shower.”

You stayed put, confused. “You… but…”

He cut you off, cupping his wet hands against your face. You could feel the pads of his fingers on your cheeks, wrinkled from prolonged time under the water’s surface. “Sorry, sweetheart, I forgot you don’t like following instructions unless you know you’re getting something out of it.” You scoffed at his condescending tone, but all he did was smile. “What I meant to say was- get out. Dry off. I’m going to fuck you in my shower. Mmkay?”

Your eyes widened, excited by his words and elated by a strange submissive, post-orgasmic euphoria. “Okay.” you replied, but when you saw his testy look in response you quickly amended, “Okay daddy.”

“Good girl.”

The two of you dried off before heading back upstairs. Eddie let you down the hall to his bedroom, which you were sure was filled with so many interesting mementos on the walls that you were sure it would take you hours to study all of it. The first thing to catch your eye was the golden record, framed and mounted beside his dresser. When Eddie saw you looking at it, he supplied an answer without waiting for you to ask. 

“Ever heard of a band called Corroded Coffin?”

You searched your brain but came up empty. “No, I don’t think I have.”

Eddie chuckled to himself, like you’d just participated in a joke you weren’t in on. “Most people haven’t. But I bet you’ve heard the song Upside Down on the radio, yeah?” He hummed a couple bars of the chorus, which you recognized instantly. 

“Oh yeah! I love that song!”

Eddie grinned. “‘Preciate it, babe.”

Shocked, you glanced up at the record and back to him. “Wait, you wrote that song?”

He shrugged as if to brush it off, but you could tell he was proud. “It was a group effort, my band and I wrote and recorded it together. After that, though, when the offers for record deals and tours and shit started pouring in, it became clear to most of the band members that this wasn’t what they wanted to do for the rest of their lives- band broke up on good terms, we just had some differences when it came to future plans.” He reached up and stroked the frame affectionately with his thumb. “But one-hit-wonder money was still enough to get my name out there, make some smart investments. I’m a music producer now.”

So that’s how he made all this money. The big empty house made sense now. “That’s pretty cool, actually.” you said, smiling at Eddie. You relished the sensation of his hands as they slid around your waist. 

“You wanna see something even cooler?” 

Before you could answer, Eddie was scooping you up into his arms and tossing you over his shoulder. You squealed, laughing as his palm hit your ass cheek with a loud smack! He carried you into his bathroom, placing you on his vanity counter before kissing the laughing smile right off your face. You felt his hands as they worked your bathing suit off you, freeing your breasts from the confines of the damp fabric. Eddie wasted no time, pulling one of your tits into his hand and encircling your nipple with his mouth, sucking sensually. You moaned, hands fisting into his hair. He only left your skin to turn around and turn on the shower, giving the water a chance to heat up. 

Once the bathroom had sufficiently filled with steam, Eddie picked you up from the counter, pulling your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You kissed him greedily, wetly, and hungrily as he walked the two of you into his spacious tiled shower, which was larger than your dorm room closet back at school. 

You relaxed your legs around him in a silent ask for Eddie to put you down, which he obliged. The moment your feet hit the wet tiled floor, you began to sink to your knees until…

You snorted. 

“Why do you still have your swim trunks on?” 

Eddie had taken the time to take off your bathing suit, but you hadn’t even realized that even after carrying you into the shower, he hadn’t even taken a second to undress himself. 

He looked down, noticing this for the first time, same as you. “I, uh… I don’t know. I was-” he flashed you a smirk that was equal parts embarrassed and sexy. “-preoccupied, I guess.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you knelt before him, now eye-level with the drawstring of his swim trunks. “Well let me fix that, then.” you said softly, working your delicate fingers into the waistband and pulling his trunks down until they hit the floor. 

God. He was a sight to behold. And you were right, he did have thigh tattoos. They were large, twisting images of hellish creatures, undoubtedly older but still in good shape since- judging by the paleness of the skin they decorated- they probably never saw the light of day. 

You reached up, lightly tracing them as you turned your gaze to his cock. It was at full mast, eager and waiting for your mouth to encircle it and, hopefully, make Eddie moan your name. 

Which he did. 

The way your lips covered the head of his cock, the way your tongue generously licked the shaft under, over, around, the way your hands were warm and welcoming as they lightly played with his balls- all of it made him moan, gasp, groan your name. He called you baby, called you princess, moaned and pulled your hair as he fucked your mouth, and you just about burst into flames when he shoved his cock so far down your throat that you swallowed on it accidentally, pulling a growled “Goddamnit, sweetheart, fuck-” from his lips. 

When he pulled you off his dick by your hair, his eyes were humorless and hungry. He crouched down, leveling your eyes under the hot water from the showerhead. 

“Are you on birth control, sweet girl?” he asked. 

You nodded, “I have an IUD.”

He kissed your forehead firmly, one hand still fisted in your hair. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now I can grab a condom, they’re right over there in the cabinet under my sink.” he continued, nodding vaguely in the sink’s direction. “But baby, I have been fantasizing about the way your pussy’s gonna feel for a long ass time and I hate to ask you this, and you’re allowed to say no, but-”

“Fuck me raw Eddie.” You wanted it. You needed it. You needed him. “I fantasize about it too. I think about it every day, I touch myself to you before going to sleep and wake up wishing your cock was the thing waking me up. When I’m lying by the pool reading those stupid smutty novels and some lord is fucking a lady in waiting up against a wall, I can’t focus on it! I can’t because I want it to be you and I want to feel your cock inside me, and I want it to be your cum that drips down my thighs and your lips on my-”

He cut you off there, splaying his free hand on your neck and kissing you until you were laid horizontally on the hot, wet floor. He climbed on top of you, and in a moment your mouth fell open at the sensation of his hard cock splitting you open from the inside. He didn’t spend a moment waiting for you to adjust to his size or murmuring praises into your ear- he knew you wanted all of him, and you knew he wanted all of you, and that was all you needed. You moaned, you practically screamed, and above all you clutched him for dear life.

“Dirty girl,” Eddie growled into your ear, thrusting into you deep and hard. “Dirty books, dirty mind-” 

He leaned back so that his face was directly above yours and grabbed your cheeks, squeezing to force your mouth open. Your lips parted, and Eddie spat harshly into your mouth before shoving your mouth closed around it. His eyes were feral, wild with lust and dominance. “Swallow.” he commanded, you obeyed in an instant. He felt your throat moving against his hand and smiled deviously. “Dirty mouth, too.”

He picked up his pace, spearing into you at a pace so relentless that you couldn’t even keep track of the noises coming out of your mouth- an incoherent stream of sounds and swear that would have made a sailor blush. He matched your dirty noises with his own, all the while dicking you down into his shower floor as your brain went haywire at the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin that echoed through the bathroom. 

“God, this pussy is so fucking tight,” Eddie groaned, “good girl, cumming so hard for daddy back there. You gonna cum on my cock this time?”

You moaned, “Need something on my clit, daddy.” 

Eddie pecked your lips with his own, and the way it made your heart skip a beat was like a reward. “Good girl, always tell me what you need, okay?”

You nodded, smiling giddily from the sudden subby euphoria. “Okay, daddy.” You made a mental note that kissing Eddie Munson while his cock was inside you gave you your new favorite kind of high.

Eddie reached down and began drawing small, soft circles with his fingertip on your clit. The richly gentle sensation was decadent, pulling deeper, louder moans from you as Eddie continued to fuck you. “Oh I feel you getting tighter, baby girl, that feel good?”

“Yes!” you practically yelled it. 

“Yes what?” He taunted.

“Yes daddy!” you cried, arching your back against the tile. He was fucking you ruthlessly, ravaging you mentally, and the way his dirty words melted into you made your brain go so hazy that you weren’t sure if your vision was clouding or if it was just the steam in the air. 

Your release was growing closer, that heat in your core coiling tighter and tighter, ready to burst with pleasure. “I’m gonna cum soon, daddy.” you whined. 

Eddie’s dick hit you in that perfect spot inside over and over, and you leaned your face against his hand as he cupped your cheek affectionately. “Yeah? You gonna make a mess all over daddy’s dick?” You pouted, nodding ‘yes’ in response. Eddie smiled at the way you could be so cute and so filthy at the same time- he fucking loved it. “That’s probably gonna make me cum, sweetheart, you want that? That pussy’s gonna grip my cock so tight that it fills you with cum, huh?”

You were whimpering and pouting and letting the sluttiest little sobs fall from you now. “Yes, daddy, fill me with cum, please!”

“You want me to fill you with cum? Fuck all that cum inside you?”

“Yes!”

“Yes what, sweetheart, gotta tell me whose dick you’re cumming on-”

“Daddy!” you cried, “Daddy’s dick, I’m cumming on daddy’s dick!”

“Fuuuck, yes, cum on daddy’s dick you little slut-”

Eddie’s filthy words tumbled from his lips as your pussy pulsed around him, fluttering walls squeezing him tight from the aching pleasure that shot through you. His cum filled you, and the size of his load reflected just how long it had been since he’d cum into anything that wasn’t his own hand. When he finally pulled out, a stream of both your releases oozed out of your hole and onto the floor. Eddie stared at it, fascinated, and he silently used his finger to catch the milky liquid and push it back into your hole. You whimpered, overly sensitive and puffy, your pussy lips inflamed and screaming, but Eddie was gentle as he sheathed his finger completely inside you, ensuring that his seed stayed exactly where he’d put it in the first place.

He pulled you up to a sitting position, smiling gently. “Hi.” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on your temple. 

“Hi.” you giggled, a giant smile stretching out across your face, blissed-out and more than satisfied. 

Eddie stroked your wet hair out of your face, gazing down at you adoringly. “I’m sorry if that was a little… much,” he winced. “I may have gotten carried away, usually I would talk to you to see if that kind of stuff would be okay, but I was just so fired up-”

“Eddie,” you interrupted softly. “I loved it.”

He grinned, grateful and relieved. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

Eddie pulled you against him, your body fitting itself nicely against his naked chest as water poured over the two of you from above while you sat holding each other on the floor of his shower. He sighed, completely and utterly content. “Yeah.”

***

The rest of the summer days in your parents’ neighborhood went like this: 

Wake up imagining what you and Eddie would do today. Touch yourself when necessary.

Do whatever chores needed doing around the house, sometimes making batches of lemonade for Eddie when you knew he would be working on his lawn that day. 

Lounge by your pool and read a book- this part hadn’t changed. 

Spend the rest of the afternoon at Eddie’s. These afternoons usually consisted of activities like discussing the whatever book you were reading, drinking whatever strange new beer Dustin had come up with, and fucking each other’s brains out. 

The next month, Eddie celebrated his birthday. He didn’t throw a rager (true to his word) but he did have a little get-together. To your surprise, he invited you. 

You got to meet his friends, their kids, their dogs- and see the way Eddie smiled for hours without reprieve when they were around. This whole summer, you’d been figuring this man out bit by bit, but it wasn’t until that night that you truly felt like you knew him. 

You baked him a cake, as promised. Three layers of funfetti sponge, vanilla frosting and decorated with oreo crumbs and rainbow letters that spelled out “Happy birthday, Eddie, forever young”.

He wasn’t this way with the rest of the neighbors. To them, he would always be Mr. 1405 Peach Tree Lane, but with these people? With his friends? He was Eddie Munson. Now, you were included in that group of people who were allowed to know him, and how wonderful he really was. 

You felt so incredibly lucky that you were a part of that.