TWs for this chapter: addie is just a baby actually, more threatening and manhandling of reader, creepy shopkeeper, more theft, reader is now a complicit criminal <3! also probably out of character for reader and addley, I'm still trying to get back in the swing of things.
You take a sharp turn towards the on-ramp, not used to Ninaâs stripped breaks. Addley slams against the passenger side door and curses.
âWatch it.â He threatens through grit teeth, adjusting his grip on the shotgun in his lap. He sniffles and wipes his nose before opening his bag and starting to thumb through the cash. You watch him out of the corner of your eye, only glancing away to stay on the road.Â
Silence stretches in the tension between you, the sound of Addley rifling through paper slowly becoming deafening as he nears the end and only seems to get more upset.Â
âWhere are we going?â You ask hesitantly, checking your blind spot before merging. He swears to himself, trying to count the money again before digging for more in the bag.
âItâs not enough.â He mumbles.Â
âWh-
âCourse it ain't enough- this wasn't the fuckin' plan...â He swears quietly to himself, as if you aren't even there. With his head in his hands, Addley mumbles something about needing more. The thought sends a fresh chill down your spine, but itâs not enough to distract you from the growing anxiety in the passenger seat.Â
âWeâll get more...â You offer, gaze flicking to the firearm sitting loosely on his thighs. He barks a laugh.
âMore? Oh- yeah, weâll just walk into a fucking bank and-and just,â He sighs in an exasperated way, shaking his head.Â
âOr- another gas station?â You shrug, your body trying to show placation when your tone gets frustrated. The whole fucking reason you're here is because he robbed a gas station. "How much more do you need?" Whatever it's for, he's obviously got a number in mind. Addley shakes his head again, staring out the passenger window. Is he...pouting? Is the fucking murder spree robber pouting??
"It ain't that simple," He turns back to you, hands slicing through the tense air to further his point, "Y'gotta research and plan- y'can't just walk up and take shit." An involuntary sound comes from you, a mix of a scoff and a laugh. Because, sure, he toootally seems like the planning type. But you regret it immediately, feeling his nervous aura shift into something much more wrathful.
Addley grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls, making you swerve into another lane. You yelp as you try to get back where you belong, but he's leaning over the center console and shoving the barrel of his shotgun into your neck. It's impossible to stay in your lane with his fist tightening against your skull and his sweaty forehead pressed to your temple. You thank whatever God might be listening for light traffic today.
"You think this shit is fuckin' funny?" He holds you there for a moment, keeping your focus split between the wobbling car and the terrifying man throwing a tantrum. He finally relents, falling back into his seat and throwing your head against the glass tp your left. You take only a moment to rub the forming knot, then sit up straight and continue driving. "Watch your fuckin' mouth." He mumbles, not even offering the respect to look at you.
Addley jabs at Nina's bedazzled radio, turning it on and flicking through channels. He stops on some high-energy metal station, which you are not in the mood for. Guitars scream, drums bang, and there's someone yelling through all of it. You wince as he turns it up more, the sound echoing in the enclosed car and hitting deep in your eardrum. He drums on his legs and nods along as he watches trees and other cars pass by, seemingly unphased by the deafening volume.
You lose count of how many different songs play while you're driving to fuck-knows where, but eventually, Addley clicks the radio off and points at an upcoming exit sign.
"Take that one." His voice sounds strange in the resumed quiet. Empty, and a little less strict? Though that may be from the time he spent decompressing.
You merge left until entering the "exit only" lane, catching a glimpse of the amenities sign as it passed. Three gas stations, two hotels and at least six fast food joints. It's useless to try and figure out which one he's going to rob next, so you slip back into your comply headspace. Right at the light, another right two miles after that, then you're turning left into a convenience store. He couldn't have been following signs, he's headed somewhere specific.
Literally called "Mom and Pops Shop".
You used to come here when you first moved to the area. Until they hired the creepy cashier that always wanted to stare. You can see him through the window, lounging back behind the counter and making out with a sandwich. A pit sets in your stomach as your memories are interrupted by the idea of Addley bursting in with a gun. He adjusts in his seat, fingers curling around his shotgun while he peaks into the window from the passengers seat.
"Alright," He starts, cutting through your jumbled over-thinking, "You're gonna distract 'em while I look around, then-" Who's gonna what now?
"What??" His head snaps in your direction, a clear reiteration of the warning he already gave you, watch your fuckn' mouth.
"What." Addley parrots your confusion back to you with a much rougher tone.
"I just-...me...?"
"You see anyone else around here?"
You decide to play dumb. See what happens. The adrenaline has worn off to a degree, you're already a little sick of the overgrown man child. You actually turn and look around the parking lot, seeing only one other car as it drives off. When you turn back, you see Addley's brow furrowed. At least he looks more confused than angry now.
"No- there's no one else, I'm talking about you." You both stare for a moment. It's a nice short break from all the yelling and anger. He finally breaks the eye contact to scrub his hands over his face. "Just- shut up. Listen, okay? It's not that hard, you just walk up to the counter and chit chat, okay?"
You continue to stare, maybe in a feeble attempt to return to that moment. Or maybe just because... how the fuck did you get into this situation? Who the fuck is this? Where the fuck are you?? You must've spaced out, because the next thing you notice is Addley's outstretched fingers tapping you firmly on the cheek. Not hard enough to be a slap, but it may as well have been with the way you reeled back. You wince as soon as your head finds the window again, finding the second bump on your head to try and ease the sting. Addley cackles.
"Are you-" Another fit of barking laughter cuts him off, continuing until he's doubled over, clutching his stomach. "You gotta be fuckin' kidding me," he finally calms down enough to straighten and wipe the forming tears. "Christ, calm down, old places like this don't have that cop button or cameras or any of that bullshit." He shakes his head. "Just get in there, I'll follow in a minute."
It doesn't make any sense. He was just talking about needing a plan, now he's sending you in there to "chit-chat"? He's going to get you both arrested. Or worse, killed by the weird fucking cashier. If Addley doesn't do him in first. An interesting perspective. Your body moves to follow orders on its own, clearly having not gotten out of the fight or flight.
Bell above the door jingles, an eerily familiar sound. The creepy cashier is sitting in front of the cigarettes, white beard smeared with mustard and a chunk of ham. He drops his food as soon as his eyes land on you.
"Well howdy, darl'! You haven't been around in a while!" The old man inside greets you happily, swiping a hand down is face to try and clean up. "Lookin' for somethin' specific?" You force a weary smile, trying to psyche yourself up to use his phone. But as you slowly step closer to the counter, you can't help but imagine topics that would keep him distracted. He's got a Razorbacks jersey on, bringing that up would surely get him talking. But if Addley kills him, you're still at the psycho-murderers whim.
"Hello..." You start cautiously, still stepping closer. His brows furrow. He can see right through you. Just tell him you need help.
"...Hi," Your trepidation mirrors for a second, but he shakes it off to try and sell you something. "You're gonna have to show me your I.D. if you want some cigarettes, dear." He chuckles, heaving to his feet out of the worn folding chair. Your hands land flat on the counter. Moment of truth. Ask to use his phone. Tell him there's a crazy murderer outside.
"...Did'ya see the game last night?" Your eyes flick down to his shirt. A grin spreads across the shopkeepers face. What are you doing?
"Course I did! Them boys haven't let us down yet, they ain't gonna start now!" You laugh along with him while sinking to rest your elbows on the counter, ignoring the way the old man raises to look at your behind. His energy shifts into something a little more... predatory. "Well, now, what's a cute young thing like you doin' out here all by yourself?" You force an amused huff. A comment like that would've had you storming out of the shop earlier today.
"Just exploring the countryside." You grin in a fake way, playing along like the people in his fantasies probably do. It's more than a bit degrading, but you're doing what Addley asked. This is as good a way as any to keep the man otherwise occupied.
Conversation stutters along as he tries to remember how to flirt. You welcome his attempts graciously, letting him run out the clock while you wait for Addley.
The door bell chimes soon after, you rest your elbows on the counter to lean closer and keep his attention. It works. His hand lands on your forearm while he makes an alarming amount of eye contact. Addley's boots thump around the commercial tiles as the paces around the short isles. It's a strangely comforting sound in the moment, just to know you're not alone with the most uncomfortable man you've ever met. Then again, Addley isn't a saint either. You're probably not making it to another sunrise.
You can hear your new companion pacing through the isles, catching a glimpse of him in the mirror hanging above the register. His gaze dances around, double checking for cameras as he slips a beef stick into his coat. When his eyes land on you, his lips instantly pull into a wolfish grin. You don't know why you're doing what he asked, maybe its the complying that will save you. Maybe its the exact thing that will get you put six feet under. Either way, the warmth building in your cheeks is a perfect addition to the little game you're playing. The cashier lifts a finger to stroke down your face, making some comment about how 'cute you look when you're embarrassed'. Eugh. The fluttering butterflies in your stomach turn to stinging wasps.
Addley rounds an isle, bumping into a rack of chips on his way back. He's standing behind you now, inching closer until you can feel the warmth he's putting off. The cashier finally lets go of your hands, standing back up to tell you he'll just be a moment with the other customer. He says it as though it'll break your heart. Very funny. You nod sweetly, then take a step to the side.
Addley wastes no time, filling the distance and pulling the cashier over the counter. His shotgun is out before you can even see where it was hiding.
"If you scream, you won't live to see who heard it, got me?" His threat rings clear, making the man nod as his bottom lip quivers.
"Please- don't- look, you can take whatever you want! Please- I have a family." Addley ignores the mans pleas, instead leaning closer to ask him a question.
"Where're the warheads."
"Th-th-third i-isle-" He cuts the man off with a swift thunk of the shotgun to his skull, then turns and looks at you expectantly. You look around, not trying to play dumb this time.
"I want some fuckin' warheads! Go get 'em!" The demand and subsequent waving of his gun have you scrambling to isle three.
The green and yellow bag sticks out, being the only thing in the row to be fully stocked. After pocketing one bag, you hear what sounds like someone slamming a bat on the counter. Over and over and over again. Addley is grunting, but the strange man can't be heard whimpering or begging anymore. When it stops, you turn back to the colorful assortment of candies. There's already theft happening, does it matter how many you take? No, you decide, then grab the carboard container and head back up front.
The already dirty counter now has splatters of cherry red blood, one such pool holding a rotted tooth. Addley stands from behind the counter, pocketing several packs of cigarettes before turning back to the blood stains and looking at the cabinet under the counter. He goes through it without care, throwing various random items on the floor before slowly raising a pair of silver handcuffs.
"Kinky ole' fucker" Addley slips the restraints into his pocket, eyes glued to you while he rounds the counter. He grabs your elbow tightly and pulls you towards the exit without pausing. You stumble after him, finding it a little easier to keep pace this time.
Addley shoves you into the passengers seat this time, throwing the now overflowing bag of money on your lap. He shuffles into the drivers seat, then zooms away from the scene of the crime.
"Count." He nods at the bag, keeping his eyes on the road.
PLEASE write something about addley with a childhood friend (enby preferred but masc is okay too <3) that moved away for college/towards the end of high school and is now (5ish years later) moving back home. Like they used to be neighbors and best friends but didn't keep in touch and suddenly he wakes up one "morning" (noon or later) to see them moving their stuff back in ??
Feel free to remove/add any details I'm not good at this whole requesting business đŽâđ¨
YES I WILL, anything for Addley fans :]
So sorry this took me so long to get to, been having a bit of burnout <3 enjoy.
ADDLEY KOFFIN X NB!READER
âWelcome homeâ
Cw:possible slasher things, slight mommy issues, Addley is very very much over excited, FLUFFF
Another dream, thatâs what Addley had. They were sparatic, and random of course, but some of them included his old friend, you. Many memories he carried from then were awful, but the ones with you made those times bearable for him. Rather fucking around and busting paint cans over sidewalks, or helping him keep secrets from his mother⌠which got you in more trouble than him⌠he always found a fondness he missed with how you joked around in his memories.
Itâs been.. what⌠5 or so years since he last saw you? Anyway, you werenât coming back. Not anytime soon at least. Or he thought so.
The one thing he hated dealing with was going to happen soon. New people. New neighbors.
FuuuuckâŚ
Addley hated people he knew nothing about, it made him nervous. Hell, made his entire family nervous. He could even see Ike sitting on the couch and glaring out the window from where he stood. His brow furrowed in deep though, almost seeming to judge whatever he was looking at with a keen and careful eye. Trying to perhaps spot a threat..?
âSee âem yet..?â
âTheyâre already starting to move in. Itâs noon AddleyâŚâ was Ikeâs unbothered response, just as annoyed as he always seemed to be. No matter what the hell he was asked.
Oh⌠people move in, in the morningggg, right!
âDamn, my bad.â Addley huffed, more peeved at his elder brotherâs dismissive tone if anything. His hands still raised in mock surrender, he walked to stand in front of the window to watch this ânew neighborâ move their shit in.
Addley would squint.
Then his eyes would widen.
Then he squinted again.
âMA!â He shouted, earning a kick from Ike to be more respectful. âAssholeââ
Addley received a âhm?â In response from the kitchen, his mother cooking for him and his siblings. She always made the best food..
âYou see the neighbor-â stupid question, of course she did, she knew everything. Probably even knew it was you who was moving in before your car ever pulled in the driveway. She probably knew your damn blood type. He wondered if she ever still talked to your parents..?
âYes I know, you can go say hi. JustâŚâ Addley was almost fearful of her request, knowing she had a bit of a dislike of your bad influence when you both were younger. Like Addley didnât drag you into random bullshit before you could talk him out of it. ââŚbe back before dark.â
Oh, he could do thatâ easy.
âNo problem ma.â
Addley truly wasnât expecting to feel the twinge of nervousness that clutched his chest, the back of his head tingling uncomfortably. What if you didnât recognize him? What if he was someone youâd rather leave in your past? Now that thought just pissed him off.
All those conflicting thoughts burning away once you seemed to spot him walking up oddly slowly. It was like one of those weird sitcoms⌠you both stood silently for what felt like 10 hours but it only took you a few seconds to recognize him.
Jesus, did Addley look different. He still had that unmistakable energy of âKoffinâ, that comfortable look with the âidgafâ stance. Definitely was Addley.
He grew up.
You grew up.
It had only been 5 years, was this a second puberty? What the fuck.
âAddley..?â You questioned, closing the trunk of your car. Addley just bursts into a smile.
It is you. This was awesome.
âYES!â He shouts running up to you, and almost tripping over his own feet like a giddy puppy.
âHoly shit, I never thought youâd come backâ itâs been foreverâ youâve missed so muchââ
All these years, and you realize Addley still doesnât understand personal space. Pressed against you chest to chest in a far too tight hug. You can barely make sense of what the poor guy is saying with how fast he was talkingâ you swore you could hear how fast his heart was going too.
His sweater you remembered he was fond of was still in tact, with his close he was you could see the sewn holesâ probably Natalieâs work.
You may have changed. Addley, sure the fuck didnât.
That⌠was a good thing!
âSHHHHHââ you shut him up, and step back. His blue eyes wide with your hand over his mouth, looking almost cartoonish. He still looked like an excited dog, staring at you expectantly. Cute to you, really.
âI know, itâs been awhile.â You chuckled, dropping your hand, Addleyâs arms finally dropping to let you breathe.
Genuinely, you were happy he was still here, for whatever reason. Moving to a place so unknown and moving back to another unknown probably wouldâve destroyed you. But here you have Addley, whoâs chaotic attitude and snappy nature was never lost.
âWelcome home, buddy.â Addley grins, pulling you into another, softer, hug.
Sorry this is so short, RAHHH, hope you enjoyed my silly strings of words <3 I havenât actually written full fics in AGES! I need to practice, and my favorite goober is an awesome candidate >:)
please all more about Addley you little freak I love you mwuah mwuah
MWAHAHAAA, will do!
Also cooking up a little fic with Addley for one of yaâs :]
Sorry for being a lil inactive, irl kicks my ass
CW: basic slasher and Addley Koffin stuff, mommy issues, bad family dynamics, you make a fish tank with him, I am very tired but I need to write for him sooo maybe OOC
Drabble kinda, fluff
Reader is gender neutral <3
I have a lot of thoughts of him being just a whiny asshole, you do one thing he doesnât like he either poutsâ jutting that lip outâ or just âwhyyy WOULD YOU THAT?â
Like a a baby. He loves you though, if he didnât he wouldâve broken your hand.
You have to help him do a lot of things once he finds out you donât mind kinda treating him like a baby from time to time. Plus, he gets to spend time with you⌠so thatâs why you are now gonna help him build a fish tank. (He likes fish, I made this up in my own head and I canât get it out.)
He does all his research on what he wants. Addley will make sure this damn fish feels like royaltyâ however.. that costs a shit Tom of money. Anddd, he knows how to weld and use glass? Heâd just need a hand⌠or two.
âYou know how you love me..?â Addley immediately starts one day, walking in and sliding himself on the counter toward you, legs hanging off. âYou love me so much youâd do anythingââ
âWhat do you need me to do?â
He smiles like he never thought youâd agree so quickly.
âWanna make a fish tank..?â He stares at you with wide eyes, trying to guess your answerâ and secretly pulling up manipulative tactics in his head.
Once you agree, he is thrilled.
He even lets you help him pick the fish he gets! More like handing you a list of the same species of fish with different colorings..
Addley needs everything to be perfect, and he trusts your keen eye with things like this. He watches you like a hawk nonetheless, kissing the nicks you give yourself on your fingers while cutting.. glass. He loves you, but he wants his hands to decorate the tank, you understand⌠he hopes.
He cuts you vaguely heart shaped fruit as compensation⌠some citrus. which burns your cuts but you wonât tell him that, because thatâs like kicking a happy puppy.
Once itâs down to actually getting the fish.. Addley makes you go get it from a shopâ because his dumbass canât show his face. You havenât seen him this happy in ages, so of course you comply! (You got the wrong fish but itâs okay, he forgives you.)
When you get back, Addley lets you name the fish. The black and red colored betta fish you picked up. He smiled like a kid on Christmas after you decided to name it âAddieâ, after him.
He teaches the damn thing tricks, itâs crazy to you, and he forever thanks you for it.
Extra things::
Addley is a cuddle bug and will sit with you in front of the tank you both built and mumble in your ear, snickering at the random monologues he has. Itâs like dating the fucking joker but heâs actually just silly. (Please trust me on this)
He teaches the damn fish who you are, somehow, now it will swim to the front of the tank when you walk near too⌠like you both my a child. (Addley loves to think of it that wayâŚ)
Heâs very defensive about Addie, gets pissed at Ike if he makes any comment about how weird he is about âthat damn fishâ.
Everyone else actually seems to be okay with the fish, Lydia even asking you how it eats⌠youâre not 100% sure about the fish, but Addley could talk all day about his little water buddy.
I need to actually write when Iâm not completely exhausted, please tell me this is readable
I might be setting up a tent in your ask box bc i feel like you, an addley enjoyer, deserve to know more of my thoughts about him and tell me what you agree/disagree with and give me some of yours I BEEGGG đđđâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ @fkcnhatedisco
-left handed (just for funsies)
-likes metal music but ALSO punk/folk punk and some rap sprinkled in there. Can't forget the dad rock
-wanted to be a mechanic when he was a kid until they started listing how many parts he'd have to memorize đ
- has only ever broken ONE bone, it was his shoulder and he was pissed that it was his right bc he still had to go to school
- I think you were SO ON THE MONEY about him needing to have someone tell him what to do, especially the way he goes about it. But it would HAVE to be someone he trusts/looks up to/respects, otherwise, he'll just get upset
- whines. Nuff said
- um he's a dog !!! If you give him treats when he does something right he's more likely to do it again
-huuggeee cuddler
-Simpsons enjoyer and WILL argue with you if you try to tell him any other adult animated show is better (i like family guy and bobs burgers, we would fight about this constantly)
- tried to learn many things because he thought they were cool (guitar, skateboarding, drums, pottery for some reason ??) But gave up as soon as he stopped improving
- DID actually learn how to use his butterfly knife but he only knows three opens
- likes Edith piaf but ONLY bc she makes him think of his mom
- pothead đ
- doodler, mostly skulls/knives/worms/boobs/etc
- cannot handle spice, loves sour shit??? ( It's all mouth pain what's the difference)
- really hates seeing people cry bc it's fucking awkward. He would totally just walk away from someone outside of his family that he doesn't have feelings for
Last one: TATTOOS, but only like three and you can't see them when he's wearing clothes
Grabs you and traps you in my ask box. :3
Please, I LOVE headcanons sm, like, yes all of them, drop em. Iâm ready at allll times <3
<Addley Koffin Headcanons>
(I am working on that fic, but I am a wee slow at right those!)
I love ALL OF THESEEE!! Now, let me expand on them like the evil gremlin I am.
The left hand⌠you know how in olden days people used to âtrainâ the âleft-handednessâ out of kids? I bring the idea of Natalie (Mother) trying to do that to Addleyâ news flash, didnât exactly workâ now he uses his left more dominant hand every chance he gets as his small amount of defiance against her. (Especially when she isnât looking, he doesnât want to actually up set her⌠heâs just a bit of a defiant lil asshole.)
I can see Addley def listening to all those listed, I feel like he would also like songs similar to angry polkaâ just cause itâs a tad different (think of âSleep is for the weakâ by the Dreadnoughts), he also has like 600 band tees cause I said soâ I also feel he is secretly a man of fashion. Have you seen his suspenders? He loves looking cool.
Also the mechanic thing? I CAN SEE ITTTT!!! I headcanon our boy with ADHD.. look at âem. All the info would be gone to the wind withinâ a few hours if it canât keep his attention.
I also feel like with broken bones, he literally somehow, while being so damn clumsy and carefree about whatever he does, rarely gets any actual injuries. Heâs like that one kid you knew in high school who fell off a roof and all he got was a twisted ankle for a week⌠that might be true for Addley, ngl.
Also, 100% with the trust thing. For Addley to respect someoneâs orders or asks, he MUST have some sort of comfort with that person. Idcâ canât tell me otherwise. He turns into an obedient dog once he feels he can put trust into someone, even if he tryâs to defy them in small ways. (See answer one)
I also SOOOO agree with all the doggy traits you give him, heâs like a golden retriever raised to wreak havoc! He does whine at you when you donât give him what he wants?? Why would you not?? He does everything you said?
Heâd love any treat! Even if itâs a sticker, makes him feel so proud once you give him any sort of gratitude. Like yes, my number one person loves me and is so proud of me I got a gift..!
I also feel gifts wise, Addley would be sooo fond of things he could wear. As in; bracelets! Or earrings, anything you make he can wear? Absolutely, he will wear that shit till it breaks.
Also? Simpsons? Youâre so fucking real, and I get you. (One of my faves is literally also bobs burgers, 10/10). Addley would definitely make you sit with him once his show EVER comes on the cable channel, he will make you drop everything, begging you. Itâs one of the things he genuinely likes doing⌠just watching TV and not worrying about anything at all. Of course, heâd let you pick a show or movie every now and then⌠he likes Mr.Pickles⌠heâll also sit and watch the Adult Swim channel for hours with you, trust me.
And AGAINNN with the ADHD thing!! Once he sees he wonât improve on a skill or subject he seems to loose interest in it. I feel, however, if you would do anything with him? Of course he would continue to do it??? One of his favorite people wants to do something with him he already knows a bit about! Heâd LOVE to teach you how to play guitar, or craftâ literally anything, heâs basically a walking multi tool!
His butterfly knifeâ he lets you put a lil sticker on it. Trust me. LISTEN PLEASE- gets dragged away
I feel like Addley likes a lot of things because of his mother, either because it was forced down his throat, or it just makes him think of her in some way. Mommas boy, through and through. (Even if she terrifies him sometimes..) He most definitely has some rings or something like that of hers, he keeps them pristine!
Pothead? He keeps edibles in a little mint can⌠shut up, itâs canon. He probably offered Ike one before and got smacked upside the head. (His brother was stressed? He was trynna help him. Damn.)
Doodles.. in my eyes, everyone is a doodler at heart. I feel Addley with genuinely really good at making little bubble comic like graffiti and prints. Like âFUCK THIS.â But itâs all graffiti letters and in red ink. Because heâs just cool like that. (He would soooo love to give you a tattoo⌠like, by his own hand. Itâs a marking from him that will never go away⌠and he can put it whatever the wants.)(pretty? or just his own name⌠maybe heâll give you something cute like a skull with a bow?)
Iâm all for Sour head Addleyâ Iâm the same way. I cannot stand certain spices, Iâll die if I eat a hot Cheeto. Heâs probably like that, but can eat and entire tub of just pure sour hard candy and then just accept he killed his taste buds like nothing happened. Definitely keeps a pack of sour gummies and offers them to his siblings or you randomly⌠câmon⌠try one⌠theyâre reallyyyy good, not that sour! Trust him.
And crying. If it was a bad situation? He would 100% awkwardly try to hold you, youâre someone he cares aboutâ your crying may make him want to go hide, but it breaks his heart to see anyone he cares about upset. Heâs gonna try his damn best to make it stop. He may even try to do something so ridiculous you forget to cry.. definitely did that to his sister before..
If itâs a hostage or victim crying??⌠he runs away. Itâs hard for him to give a shit about them, and it does make him so damn uncomfortable. Addley isnât much of a deep feelings guyâ unless heâs high, he sounds like a philosopher
Tattoos⌠Addley def has tattoos, and Iâd like to think he has done at least ONE himself! I see him as having those very intricate designs that he can talk hours about. The story of why he got it, who the artist was, the meaning. And then he probably has one he got while tweaked into the next dimension thatâs just some stupid cartoon character with a beanie.. he ainât got a story for that one, sorry sweetheart.
Thatâs A LOT, but you got my brain jogging!! I genuinely love talking abt himâ because Addley doesnât exactly have 100% set lore, thatâs why I adore him so much.
Hereâs a few of mineâŚ
Addley loves fish. The animal. He would be so happy if after all this criminal stuff settled a bit he could get a fish tank and just watch them all. He thinks theyâre beautifulâŚ
It may have been from a time in the past, maybe in school his class pet was a fishâ or one time in a store he saw the wall of them and decided they were his favorite animal? Whatever it was, he loves them. The shine of their scales is calming to him, loving the different breeds, and how they all seem to have personalities.
Addley would also probably be the type to pick up a stray animal and love on it. It may have 143 diseases, he dgaf⌠itâs a cat? Look at it? Itâs a little baby? Heâs stealing it. His mother definitely yells at him for this, itâs a habit he desperately tries to break. Failing miserably.
Addley is like a crow, and picks up shiny shit up give to his family, and you. I donât care. It could be a bottle cap he polished and made into a necklace. Heâs crafty, what can he say?
He HATES painting. He actually canât stand it. It takes so much patience it just pisses him off. If heâs gonna paint, itâs gonna be finger paint, and heâs just gonna flick his fingers at the canvas like the knows wtf heâs doing. (He doesnât)
Loves being praised for anything, and immediately gets put on edge if he even SMELLS any irritation directed at him. Depending who it is, he gets so defensiveâ even if there wasnât anything wrong in the first place. You could look at him wrong and he would pout in apology, or glare and start an argument.
Heâs lowkey a ticking time bomb, but a simple âitâs fine, why are you upset?â Is enough to make him just drop itâŚ
He has habits like biting his nails, theyâre so short they bleed sometimesâŚ
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I have more, but I am currently very hungry and wish to go eat,, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR HEADCANONS, IM SO HAPPY I FOUND A FELLOW ADDLEY LOVER WAAWAWAAAA <3333
I am SCREAMING I CANT BELIEVE YOU WRITE ADDLEY A N D TAKE REQUESTS
Can you PLEASE write something about Addley?? Anything?? I can dm if you need ideas??
OF COURSE IM HONORED TO, I FUCKING LOVE ADDLEY.
Anyway, yes, heâs one of my favs, I constantly brain-rot about his crazy ass⌠feel free to request a fic :]
Also, next time, Iâd love if you dropped your ideas <3
< Addley Koffin x Masc or NB Reader >
Drabble? Just some little Addley headcanons, not a full fic! And I write like a cartoon character inner monologue, just a heads up.
CW: Addley has a fucked up view of love/family dynamics, basic grungy awful slasher stuff, + fluff ?, nothing too bad
Addley Koffin likes having someone else to tell him what to do, if not, he gets stressed and starts raging. Throws shit, hollarinâ and carrying on⌠straight chaos. But, if he has that one person at his side at all times, I can GUARANTEE he may loose that frustrated edge.
Thatâs where Iâm putting you dear reader, you can be his voice of reason! (In these little scenarios anyway :])
Addley wouldâŚ
Be impulsive in most decisions he makes. Which is what got him in that damn hostage situation⌠yep. Then there was you, poor unsuspectingâ mildly irritatedâ you.
He wouldâŚ
In this theoretical scenario, possibly pick up on your difference in nature compared to your friends. (Not like other girls head ass.) The more analytical stance you take, trying to read him.. manipulate him. Which is quite easy to do.
He mayâŚ
Become attached to someone who seems unmoving, knows who they are, and their place in the world. Calm(mostly.), and can easily tell someone right from wrong. A rock in the storm, thatâs the type of person I feel would attract our Addley Koffin ~
He would think aboutâŚ
If you were that hostage, heâd most likely think of a way to please you, if anything. Looking to make you drop the scrutinizing look.. even if he could literally kill you, thereâs that mental barrier for authority figures that his mother so graciously beat into his skull. (Literally.. probably. She scares me.)
He wouldâŚ
Probably be your way out, with how fragile he mentally seems to be, if you could push those buttonsâ he may let you free⌠or⌠convince his mama to keep you. Just because he said so. He likes you? Whatâs the deal? Stop glaring at him like that, damn.
If somehow, miraculously, you ended up in his day to day life he would use you as his⌠magic 8-ball. He asks you how, or if he should do anything. No matter what it is, but he would word it a different way;
âYâ think I should sharpen these? Theyâre gettinâ pretty dull for⌠yâknow.. meat cutting..?â
âI think these curtains look a tad dingy, wanna change emâ?â
âIke made that damn lil art thing for ma, think I could do better..?â
Depending on your answer, is what his next actions would be. He may seem offended if you disagree, maybe start to argueâ of course quickly shutting himself down once you give him a look. He respects you⌠maybe a little too much.
Heâs a damn bootlicker. I donât care what anyone says. <3
Feel free to drop your headcanons for this guy in my box, Iâm obsessed with him right now :]
(I've never written a multi-chapter fic before, bare with me)
TWs for this chapter: minor character death, gore, theft, Addley throwing the reader around like a rag doll
Summary: Addley needed some cash, you just wanted a drink. Still doesn't explain why he had to take you with him.
After a very long day of running errands, your only plans were to stop for a snack and a drink and finally go home. Put on some comfy clothes, watch a funny movie or something, and forget about the world until tomorrow. But unfortunately, your comfort just isn't in the cards.
You turn into the gas station with practiced ease, having stopped hereat least once a week since moving to the area. You end up in the spot next to a pastel pink VW bug, taking a moment to admire the cutesy bumper stickers on your way into the store.
The door bell jingles above you as you smile and wave at the person behind the counter. Itâs Nina today, a sweet younger attendant with a little pink pixie cut. She waves back as you make your way towards the drinks. Beside Nina stood a scruffy blonde man with his hand tight on her shoulder. Must've been her boyfriend?
The coolers are fully stocked with their colorful liquids and bottles, offering an interesting backdrop to your search for something specific. After finding what you were looking for, you head up to pay. Nina has tears in her eyes as she forces a customer-service grin. Maybe sheâs fighting with this boyfriend.Â
âWelcome back! Just this today?â Nina takes the drink from your hand and scans it in a swift motion. You hum a sound of thought as you browse the sweets in an attempt to appear casual. None of it looks particularly exciting, so you nod. She shakily punches through buttons, trying to breathe slowly. The man leans closer, watching each tap of her finger on the screen. You take the chance to get a look at him while heâs distracted.Â
The man has an outgrown patch of scruff on his chin, other, more slightly managed patches dot his cheeks. Sharp blue eyes turn on you, sending a startling amount of anger to stab at you. He looks mean. And pissed. His clothes are baggy and ripped, and the darkness around his lids only serves to make his icy irises stand out more. Heâd be kinda hot if it werenât for the sweat on his brow and mildewed stench wafting over the counter.
âItâs $2.27.â Nina enunciates as though sheâs already said it once, a quiver in her fearful tone.Â
âOh-right.â You shake your head and force an embarrassed smile, digging your wallet out of your pocket. Your gaze flicks back up to Nina. Her hands curl into tight fists on the counter as you both wait for the machine to finish itâs job. Pupils blown wide, grin wavering ever so slightly. She'sâŚscared. You flick through bills until finding two ones to give her. Register pops open, receipt printer spits something out, the sounds of which has Nina throwing her hand that way and ripping it quickly.Â
âHave a great day.â She forces her grin wider as she hands over the flimsy scrap of paper. You raise a brow as you take it, finally offering a questioning expression. A silent out. She says nothing. Her eyes point at the door. Get out. Ah, so it is private. Maybe theyâre about to break up. You gather your purchase and turn to leave, let the young lovers work it out themselves, until you realize something was missing from the end of that. Following through on the swivel, you turn back around and see the cash drawer still open.Â
âDid you want toâŚclose that?â You ask, nodding at the visible bills. Wait- you didn't even give her correct change... Realization hits you just as she turns to her boyfriend. He shakes his head. Nods at you while looking at her, silently telling her to make you leave. Nina raises her hand out of his view, pointing two fingers with her thumb out. Sheâs mouthing something, but you canât read her lips.Â
âGun- heâs got a gun!â She shouts.
 His shotgun comes up before you can even register what she said. Red explodes out of where her eye was, splattering on the rack of candies by the register. He turns the barrel on you, yelling from behind the counter. His mouth is moving, but you canât hear anything over the ringing in your ears. Itâs not until he gestures towards himself that you understand he wants you to come closer. Or else heâll shoot you. You try to move, but realize you had crouched down when the bang sounded. So you crawl. Until your hands hit the sticky puddle on the floor. Laying in a pile of chunks at the center of the is half of Ninaâs head, loosely attached to the rest of her limp body.Â
The man grabs a handful of your shirt and yanks you to your feet, but you get tripped up by the corpse and end up falling into his chest. He grabs the back of your neck and slams your head on the counter, pushing a cold metal barrel into your cheek.Â
âListen to me- fuckinâ closely, âcause I ainât repeatinâ myself.â He lays over your back to speak into your ear at full volume. âYouâre gonna take this bag and fill it with the money from the register. Okay? Huh? Repeat it.â His voice peaks in your ear, giving you another reason to try and scoot away from him.Â
âGonna take the- I-I canât steal I-â He shoves the barrel hard against your jaw, making your teeth ache.Â
âYouâre gonna take the fucking money and get in the fucking car! Repeat it!â The yelling sends you over the edge, pulling you out of your dissociative state. Comply. Thatâs the only option here.Â
âIâll take the money and get in the car.â Your voice cracks and shakes as you parrot his words back to him.
âAnd youâre not gonna scream.â He spits his words through a set jaw, tightening his grip on the back of your neck as an indication to repeat again.
âI wonât scream.âÂ
âGood. Get to it.â The man pulls you up by your collar again, throwing you at the open register. The force of your body slamming into the cash drawer sends it back into the machine, locking it all away. âOh you fuckin-â The man growls, eyes childishly rolling up to the ceiling. âOpen it.â A fresh wave of panic ripples through you. How the fuck are you supposed to open this?Â
âI-I-I donât- I-â
âGoddammit- Move.â Youâre shoved into a wall of cigarettes, making a mess of the boxes on the floor. Sure, heâs robbing the place, but does he have to be so destructive? He runs through the steps Nina had shown him. Whatâs left of said attendant stays bleeding on the floor, slowly chilling as the last of her life pools beneath her.Â
The drawer pops open again, field of green presenting itself. His gun follows suit, slotting itself under your jaw. He shoves you into place while handing you a ratty old shopping bag. You do as you were told and fill it with bills, not bothering to count the paper as you stuff it into the sack. Just as youâre about to dig a hand into the change compartments, the man grabs you and starts pushing again. You both trip over Nina, but with the bag tightly secured in your hands, none of the money falls out. The mans wallet suffers a worse fate, though, popping open in Ninaâs gore.Â
Addley Koffin. 5â10. Blue eyes. 23 years old. Ugly fucking picture. He looks like his mom just caught him in the cookie jar.Â
So much information in a split-second accident. Addley swears to himself, keeping a tight grip on your elbow while raising his wallet from the floor. He makes a noise of disgust as the blood creates strings while he collects his belongings. He pauses half bent down, then digs through Ninaâs pockets. Her lifeless body teeters back and forth as his fingers deftly slip in and grab whatever he deems needed. Heâs done this before, no doubt.Â
âWipe this off.â He tosses his wallet your way, making a crimson splat on your shirt to match the mess on your hands and knees. Stuck in survival mode, you do whatever he says. Addley pulls you along without care, through the door and out to the parking lot. You stumble behind him with full hands, covered in blood.Â
He takes you around the building and unlocks his car-
Definitely not his car. Thereâs at least seven keys on the ring, interspersed with a giant pink puff ball and a few smaller keychains. He sighs at the pink VW bug in front of you, grip on your elbow loosening for a fraction of a second before tightening and pulling you along once again. Poor Nina, she probably loved this car. He opens the passenger side door and shoves you through to the driver's seat before dropping the keys in the cupholder.Â
It takes a moment of shifting before you can sit comfortably after being forced in from the wrong side, but eventually you settle into the seat. A bit of blood from your clothes smears onto Ninaâs fluffy pink wheel cover. Everything starts to sink in, confined walls of the car leaving little space to think of anything else. Youâve gotten a drink from Nina at least once a week for the past year. Then you watched him shoot her. And now youâre in her car with him? Heâs saying something, but youâre too lost in your own thoughts to hear it until his gun is in your face again.
â-en to me, if you donât start this fucking car I swear to God-â You donât need much after that to jam Ninaâs keys into the ignition and bring her vehicle to life. âFuckinâ finally.â Addley sighs, untangling his bag from your sore fingers and setting it in his lap. His voice is already raw from screaming, heâs become drenched in sweat from the interaction. Bloodshot eyes, quivering lip, wet brow. He might even be scaredâŚÂ
It humanizes him, unfortunately. This is someone's baby. And he just killed somebody. Nina was someone's baby too.
Blue eyes look at you expectantly, a tinge of pity in them. He shakes his head, resting the gun to his forehead.Â
âDrive. The car.â He mumbles without looking at you. His tone is still firm, but the scratching from his overused vocal chords gives you a jolt of pity as well. Until he sees your bloodshot eyes and hands shaking on the wheel. Until he sees you not doing what he asked for so kindly. Addley looks you straight in the eyes and pulls the hammer back. Itâs enough to have you pulling out towards the gas pumps.Â
âWhere am I-â
âLeft.â Towards the freeway. He could make you go anywhere. Make you do anything.Â
Abeg my bredda, that Addley boy thing was very good. More please
Say my name and i appear đť(act like i didn't become inactive for months please!!)
CW!! Smut, Addley taking out his anger issues on you. Proceed with caution, loves!
Imagine Addley using you as stress relief... But not in a harmful way, no. Mainly him sneaking in your room and fucking you senseless till hes satisfied. For a man with anger issues, thats better than him punching holes in his walls.
Hes annoyed at his mom for disagreeing with him? You'd end up on your knees as he sat at the edge of your bed, hand tangled in your hair as he guides and thrusts his hips up into your face. Your chin dripping with drool as tears pricked your eyes, looking up at him as he stares down in satisfaction at the sight of you taking his cock in so well... Like you loved him fucking your face.
Hes angry at his brothers? That warranted a visit from him. And soon enough youre face down ass up with him thrusting into you. Pistoning in a hard, almost erratic way as he lets out grunts and tells you to stay quiet. Every moan was rewarded with a slap on the ass, every whimper a cause of him pulling your hair back and biting your neck, nipping and marking you up to show that you were his. Because in fact, you are. And in the morning, youll feel it ; may it be the soreness of your body, or the way you wouldn't be able to sit down without a pillow under your ass.
(I've never written a multi-chapter fic before, bare with me)
TWs for this chapter: minor character death, gore, theft, Addley throwing the reader around like a rag doll
Summary: Addley needed some cash, you just wanted a drink. Still doesn't explain why he had to take you with him.
After a very long day of running errands, your only plans were to stop for a snack and a drink and finally go home. Put on some comfy clothes, watch a funny movie or something, and forget about the world until tomorrow. But unfortunately, your comfort just isn't in the cards.
You turn into the gas station with practiced ease, having stopped hereat least once a week since moving to the area. You end up in the spot next to a pastel pink VW bug, taking a moment to admire the cutesy bumper stickers on your way into the store.
The door bell jingles above you as you smile and wave at the person behind the counter. Itâs Nina today, a sweet younger attendant with a little pink pixie cut. She waves back as you make your way towards the drinks. Beside Nina stood a scruffy blonde man with his hand tight on her shoulder. Must've been her boyfriend?
The coolers are fully stocked with their colorful liquids and bottles, offering an interesting backdrop to your search for something specific. After finding what you were looking for, you head up to pay. Nina has tears in her eyes as she forces a customer-service grin. Maybe sheâs fighting with this boyfriend.Â
âWelcome back! Just this today?â Nina takes the drink from your hand and scans it in a swift motion. You hum a sound of thought as you browse the sweets in an attempt to appear casual. None of it looks particularly exciting, so you nod. She shakily punches through buttons, trying to breathe slowly. The man leans closer, watching each tap of her finger on the screen. You take the chance to get a look at him while heâs distracted.Â
The man has an outgrown patch of scruff on his chin, other, more slightly managed patches dot his cheeks. Sharp blue eyes turn on you, sending a startling amount of anger to stab at you. He looks mean. And pissed. His clothes are baggy and ripped, and the darkness around his lids only serves to make his icy irises stand out more. Heâd be kinda hot if it werenât for the sweat on his brow and mildewed stench wafting over the counter.
âItâs $2.27.â Nina enunciates as though sheâs already said it once, a quiver in her fearful tone.Â
âOh-right.â You shake your head and force an embarrassed smile, digging your wallet out of your pocket. Your gaze flicks back up to Nina. Her hands curl into tight fists on the counter as you both wait for the machine to finish itâs job. Pupils blown wide, grin wavering ever so slightly. She'sâŚscared. You flick through bills until finding two ones to give her. Register pops open, receipt printer spits something out, the sounds of which has Nina throwing her hand that way and ripping it quickly.Â
âHave a great day.â She forces her grin wider as she hands over the flimsy scrap of paper. You raise a brow as you take it, finally offering a questioning expression. A silent out. She says nothing. Her eyes point at the door. Get out. Ah, so it is private. Maybe theyâre about to break up. You gather your purchase and turn to leave, let the young lovers work it out themselves, until you realize something was missing from the end of that. Following through on the swivel, you turn back around and see the cash drawer still open.Â
âDid you want toâŚclose that?â You ask, nodding at the visible bills. Wait- you didn't even give her correct change... Realization hits you just as she turns to her boyfriend. He shakes his head. Nods at you while looking at her, silently telling her to make you leave. Nina raises her hand out of his view, pointing two fingers with her thumb out. Sheâs mouthing something, but you canât read her lips.Â
âGun- heâs got a gun!â She shouts.
 His shotgun comes up before you can even register what she said. Red explodes out of where her eye was, splattering on the rack of candies by the register. He turns the barrel on you, yelling from behind the counter. His mouth is moving, but you canât hear anything over the ringing in your ears. Itâs not until he gestures towards himself that you understand he wants you to come closer. Or else heâll shoot you. You try to move, but realize you had crouched down when the bang sounded. So you crawl. Until your hands hit the sticky puddle on the floor. Laying in a pile of chunks at the center of the is half of Ninaâs head, loosely attached to the rest of her limp body.Â
The man grabs a handful of your shirt and yanks you to your feet, but you get tripped up by the corpse and end up falling into his chest. He grabs the back of your neck and slams your head on the counter, pushing a cold metal barrel into your cheek.Â
âListen to me- fuckinâ closely, âcause I ainât repeatinâ myself.â He lays over your back to speak into your ear at full volume. âYouâre gonna take this bag and fill it with the money from the register. Okay? Huh? Repeat it.â His voice peaks in your ear, giving you another reason to try and scoot away from him.Â
âGonna take the- I-I canât steal I-â He shoves the barrel hard against your jaw, making your teeth ache.Â
âYouâre gonna take the fucking money and get in the fucking car! Repeat it!â The yelling sends you over the edge, pulling you out of your dissociative state. Comply. Thatâs the only option here.Â
âIâll take the money and get in the car.â Your voice cracks and shakes as you parrot his words back to him.
âAnd youâre not gonna scream.â He spits his words through a set jaw, tightening his grip on the back of your neck as an indication to repeat again.
âI wonât scream.âÂ
âGood. Get to it.â The man pulls you up by your collar again, throwing you at the open register. The force of your body slamming into the cash drawer sends it back into the machine, locking it all away. âOh you fuckin-â The man growls, eyes childishly rolling up to the ceiling. âOpen it.â A fresh wave of panic ripples through you. How the fuck are you supposed to open this?Â
âI-I-I donât- I-â
âGoddammit- Move.â Youâre shoved into a wall of cigarettes, making a mess of the boxes on the floor. Sure, heâs robbing the place, but does he have to be so destructive? He runs through the steps Nina had shown him. Whatâs left of said attendant stays bleeding on the floor, slowly chilling as the last of her life pools beneath her.Â
The drawer pops open again, field of green presenting itself. His gun follows suit, slotting itself under your jaw. He shoves you into place while handing you a ratty old shopping bag. You do as you were told and fill it with bills, not bothering to count the paper as you stuff it into the sack. Just as youâre about to dig a hand into the change compartments, the man grabs you and starts pushing again. You both trip over Nina, but with the bag tightly secured in your hands, none of the money falls out. The mans wallet suffers a worse fate, though, popping open in Ninaâs gore.Â
Addley Koffin. 5â10. Blue eyes. 23 years old. Ugly fucking picture. He looks like his mom just caught him in the cookie jar.Â
So much information in a split-second accident. Addley swears to himself, keeping a tight grip on your elbow while raising his wallet from the floor. He makes a noise of disgust as the blood creates strings while he collects his belongings. He pauses half bent down, then digs through Ninaâs pockets. Her lifeless body teeters back and forth as his fingers deftly slip in and grab whatever he deems needed. Heâs done this before, no doubt.Â
âWipe this off.â He tosses his wallet your way, making a crimson splat on your shirt to match the mess on your hands and knees. Stuck in survival mode, you do whatever he says. Addley pulls you along without care, through the door and out to the parking lot. You stumble behind him with full hands, covered in blood.Â
He takes you around the building and unlocks his car-
Definitely not his car. Thereâs at least seven keys on the ring, interspersed with a giant pink puff ball and a few smaller keychains. He sighs at the pink VW bug in front of you, grip on your elbow loosening for a fraction of a second before tightening and pulling you along once again. Poor Nina, she probably loved this car. He opens the passenger side door and shoves you through to the driver's seat before dropping the keys in the cupholder.Â
It takes a moment of shifting before you can sit comfortably after being forced in from the wrong side, but eventually you settle into the seat. A bit of blood from your clothes smears onto Ninaâs fluffy pink wheel cover. Everything starts to sink in, confined walls of the car leaving little space to think of anything else. Youâve gotten a drink from Nina at least once a week for the past year. Then you watched him shoot her. And now youâre in her car with him? Heâs saying something, but youâre too lost in your own thoughts to hear it until his gun is in your face again.
â-en to me, if you donât start this fucking car I swear to God-â You donât need much after that to jam Ninaâs keys into the ignition and bring her vehicle to life. âFuckinâ finally.â Addley sighs, untangling his bag from your sore fingers and setting it in his lap. His voice is already raw from screaming, heâs become drenched in sweat from the interaction. Bloodshot eyes, quivering lip, wet brow. He might even be scaredâŚÂ
It humanizes him, unfortunately. This is someone's baby. And he just killed somebody. Nina was someone's baby too.
Blue eyes look at you expectantly, a tinge of pity in them. He shakes his head, resting the gun to his forehead.Â
âDrive. The car.â He mumbles without looking at you. His tone is still firm, but the scratching from his overused vocal chords gives you a jolt of pity as well. Until he sees your bloodshot eyes and hands shaking on the wheel. Until he sees you not doing what he asked for so kindly. Addley looks you straight in the eyes and pulls the hammer back. Itâs enough to have you pulling out towards the gas pumps.Â
âWhere am I-â
âLeft.â Towards the freeway. He could make you go anywhere. Make you do anything.Â
So like uh idk how to do this, this is my first time, and tbh I was just obsessed with this manâs freak, he matched me fr.
Tags: Freaky business, female reader??? (Can you tell I have no idea what the format is?), uhhh consensual sex, to condom or not to condom, 69, sleepy sex, bleh ig pussy-eating, Munch Addley, uh mutual head, squirting, uh he stinky (just a lil bit), uh I see him as like 23 tbh, calls reader âBabycakesâ as a tease (also fucking let me live, he would sound amazing saying that???)
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It was a quiet night after a long day. Not like you had been particularly busy, but you seemed to just always be tired. Youâd joke and say it was just the exhaustion of always having to be the most amazing person all the time, and theyâd laugh, but inside, it was a little difficult to admit you were genuinely just tired.
So, sat pretty in front of the vanity, just brushing your hair to get ready for bed, you thought it would continue to be a quiet night. Obviously, someone had other plans. A click was heard. You thought nothing of it. Another. Okay, weird? Craning your head back to glance over your shoulder, there was another click. It was from a little pebble hitting window. You winced, wondering if the rock scratched the glass more than anything.
When you then began to hear movement on the roof tiles, however, a sudden spike of concern struck your heart. Taking the nail clippers from the vanity drawer and pulling out the pusher file from it, you held it like a knife as you approached the window. Fearful curiosity filled your already humming heart. Pressing into the wall adjacent to the window to keep out of sight just in case, there was a bang!
The clippers dropped from your hand and clattered onto the wooden floor, as a muffled and familiar loud laugh came from outside the window. The hand pressed against the glass told you who it was. Addley, your boyfriend, grinning in like a kid playing pranks. You held your hand over your heart, and let out a massive, groaning sigh.
âFor crying out loud, Addie. My heart genuinely stopped then! I already have the blood pressure of a sheep dog recentlyâ, you whined, as he shook his head and kept snickering, scratching his fingernail on the glass like a cat asking to be let in.
âCome on, you love it when I come by!â.
Well, he wasnât wrong. But you still frowned and picked up the nail clippers again, while sighing and opening the window.
âThereâs something called a phone that would be useful to let me know youâre comingâ, you muttered in annoyance. Crossing over to the vanity again and tossing the clippers back into the drawer, you huffed as you kicked in the plush stool. Addley climbed in, looking proud of himself.
âThatâs not funny thoughâ, he said as he waved a hand to you dismissively, still chuckling as he swung his legs over the sill and planted his feet down with a little grunt. You crossed over again, putting a finger over your lips with a frown.
âCareful. You keep it down. I donât know if my sister is still up down the hallâ, you scolded him, though there no real heat to the words. He smiled cheekily, and rolled his eyes as he glanced to the white door.
âOh shush, babycakes. Quit fussinââ. Finally giving in with a reluctant smile pulling on your lips, you took him by the shoulders and gave him a kiss hello. A hum of contentment left him at the sweet little peck, as his arm wrapped around you, holding you as he rocked you both a little. As his other hand gently smoothed back your hair, he looked into your eyes with a look of that same mischief.
âMmm, I was gettinâ pretty lonely without you, you know?â, he murmured to you with that lowered voice, as you could feel his body radiate heat through his clothes, bringing his nose near your cheek sweetly. You gently tilted your face away, one eye shut as his nose touched beneath it with a soft chuckle, sighing against his chin.
âThe same for me, babyâ. You smiled fondly to him, gaze drifting down him before looking back up to his eyes again with an archly scoff. âShoes in the house?â.
A huff of amusement left him, as he glanced aside and shook his head with his tongue pushed against his tooth. He looked back at you with a raised brow.
âYes. I am wearing my shoes. What about them?â, he asked casually, playing oblivious as he bobbed his head side to side. You blew a raspberry at him lightheartedly, as you nudged the top of your head towards him like a cat.
âCome on. Take them offâ.
Addley smirked against your skin as he found your bossy nature quite endearing tonight. The hand that was smoothing your hair originally cupped the back of your head, as he gave another little kiss to your lips, his fingers messing with the strands of your hair as he gave a soft giggle and kicked his shoes off, moving them aside with a socked foot. Just when he thought that was enough, you pinched the hood of his jacket.
âThis too. No outside clothes in the bed, babeâ.
He gave a lazy groan with a chuckle, as his finger then reluctantly released you to zip down his jacket and tossing it to the side to land by the foot of your bed with a soft this. He held his hands up.
âThat enough? You happy now, darlâ?â, he asked sarcastically with a little twinkle in his eyes, as if begging you to say no. You bit your lip cheekily, as you looked down and trailed a hand down his front.
"And your trousers", you told him as you met his gaze again with a grin. Addley's breath hitched in his throat for a moment as you traced over his abdomen in little circles, his eyes locked with yours. A soft laugh left him at your words, his hands going to the waistband of his jeans, pulling on them a little.
"God⌠so demanding, ain't ya?", he teased, his voice low and thick with something akin to desire. You couldnât help but snicker too, shushing him.
âQuietly does itâ.
Addley's lips curled into a smirk once you stifled his chuckle, amused by the way you're behaving. Slowly, he pushed his jeans down to the floor, kicking them off his feet to land in a heap with his jacket.
"Happy now, boss?", he asked playfully as he bumped his nose against yours gently. You grinned as you wrapped your arms around his neck, or more tried to.
"Quite", you said to him with a little giggle again. You began tugging him to your bed, soft and with pink velvet covers for the colder weather recently, with some cute stuffed animals around the many pillows. He always slept so good in your bed. Sometimes, he'd sleep too good and almost not make it out of your room in time to hurry home in the morning.
Addley allowed your arms to snake around his neck, a lazy and amused smile playing on his lips, his eyes taking in the soft and comfy look of the bedâ a sharp contrast to his own messy and chaotic style. He was always a restless sleeper, but something about your bed made him feel oddly comfortable and at ease. He didn't bother to protest as you dragged him down onto the pink-covered sheets, a light and teasing laugh leaving him as he landed on his back with a slight âOofâ.
You jumped on beside him, and he was immediately wrapped in your arms and legs as you grinned. A hand of yours came up and began to gently pet his hair, as his head nuzzled your shoulder, nose nudging the strap of your chemise playfully yet lazily. He closed his eyes with a soft and relaxed sigh. He loved your fingers through his hair.
âSo. What made you come âround this time?â, you asked. He loosely wrapped his arms around your frame, hands holding the side of your ribs as his thumbs rubbed beneath your breast. A soft and content hum rung from him.
ââCause I miss ya⌠Got lonely without yaâŚâ.
âAw, poor babyâ, you teased, fingers running through the spikes of dirty blond hair. âHe misses me even though we just saw each other yesterdayâ.
Addley rolled his eyes with a huff leaving him as his arms tightened around you at last, squeezing gently with a smirk as he looked at you through one eye.
"Hey, don't give me that attitude, darlin'âŚ", he grumbled softly, his tone taking on a whiny sound, "It wasn't enough time to see youâŚ."
âAddie, we were practically glued at the hip yesterdayâ, you stated simply as you hugged him right and scooted up in little bounces with a soft laugh, trying to move up to the pillows. He settled down on his back against the comfy pillow, his arms shifting around to pull you up against his chest, face rested on a slightly crumpled T-shirt. He nuzzled the top of your head, placing a soft kiss there with a sigh.
"M'not complainin' or anythinââŚ" He murmured with a chuckle, "I mean it when I say I missed ya. It's never long before I get lonely without you, babycakes". You melted visibly, and placed a hand over your heart with a little chuckle that was shaky with love.
âAww, sweetheart. Youâre giving Shakespeare a run for his money hereâ. He rolled his eyes, and just hugged you tighter. You sighed and kissed his temple, rubbing his arm.
âGet into the actual covers nowâ, you told him. âDonât want you just in your boxers on topâ.
He laid there for a moment, letting his gaze wander over the soft and cozy look of your bed once more. He was tempted to take off his shirt and be only in his boxers, but he'd never hear the end of it from you. Instead, he rolled onto his side, pulling the covers up over you two.
âWas just gettinâ comfy, babyâ, he murmured fondly. Snuggled in next to him, you closed your eyes with a gentle smile, sighing out as you two just lay like this for a bit. You rubbed your cheek against his shirt.
âWhat have you been up to without me?â, you asked lazily, all relaxed as you two lay enveloped in warmth. His fingers traced little circles and random lines into the skin of your shoulder blade. Heâd answer your question quietly, dipping his chin down to brush his lips lightly on your hairline.
âThe usual. Car, nighttime, my brothers and me⌠A tire or two taken, soldâ. He spoke about it so casually with you, as you smiled and nodded. You hummed, raising your head to rest your chin between his pecs, holding your hand out in a fan for him with a smile.
âGot new nail polishâ, you mentioned, as he took your fingers and opened his eyes halfway to look at the colour. He nodded in approval.
âMmm, a lovely colour for my baby. Youâve got so many now. Donât they cost a fortune?â, he asked as he turned his head to look at the nail polish vials of all sorts your favourite colours lining the mirror. You gave a huff of a chuckle, shaking your head as his thumb began to gently stroke the joints of your fingers.
âIâve got a special way to payâ, she said knowingly. He turned back to you, raising a brow with an amused expression.
âAnd what way is that, darlinâ?â. His other hand came up from rubbing your back to push your hair from your face, wanting to see his pretty lady. Your finger came up and gently tapped on his chin as you let out a soft snicker.
âItâs called a big coat sleeve and my purseâ. He shook his head as he couldnât keep his smirk in check, rolling his eyes as his hand rested on your head.
âYa donât say?â, he teased, rubbing gently on your hair. âYou ever think youâre gonna get caught?â.
"Not yet", you told him in that tone that told him that even getting caught wouldn't stop you. âNot while inflation keeps making my favourite good fucking nail polish that actually lasts 14 dollars a popâ. She was always a little bit light fingered, which he admired enough, especially when she managed to get him little gifts too. He let out a little appreciative and amused click from his teeth, thumbing strands of your baby hairs.
âLittle thiefâ. He feigned out a sigh. âI donât know why I am with such a little criminalâ.
You chuckled at his words, your hand that was playing with his chin going to lightly scratch at his coarse facial hair.
âBecause I got that really nice watch from the asshole of a customer of mine. And we used the money for a really nice shopping spree, huh?â. He let out a hum as he closed his eyes again, your scratching pleasant to him. He leaned into your touch as he let out a soft hiss through his teeth.
âThat watch was a lot of money, baby. I appreciated the gift very muchâ.
You nestled into him, two lovers growing blurry-eyed in bed together.
âHow are your brothers?â, you asked languidly, turning your face to lay your cheek on his chest again as your hands played with his hair. Addley took a moment to relish in the warmth of you on top of him, his eyes growing heavy. He was on the fast track to the land of nod soon. Your question made him sigh though.
âIke has a new big idea that heâs still workinâ on. Johnnyâs still doing that datinâ thing where they sit and have to like⌠I donât know, I wasnât payinâ attention when he was talkinâ about itâ. His lips clicked with wet little smacks as he fixed his hold on you. You let out a little huff.
âCalling me a thief when youâre all criminals. The lot of youâ, you grumbled. He gave a lazy snicker, shivering as the pads of your fingers rubbed his scalp.
âYouâd never leave your favourite criminal though, yeah?â, he asked, lips tugging upwards. âNot even for a really rich man with watches that could like⌠Buy you all the nail polish you want. Even the ones with vitamins and hardeners you talk about?â. You snickered.
âWhy? I could always just stealâ.
âHa!â, left him, chest rumbling a little as the pair of you laughed together quietly. He pulled you closer to him, lifting your head as he tapped you jaw. He brought your face closer to his, a fond smile on his face.
âYou really got a way of thinkinâ like me, darlâ.â He nuzzled his face into your hair with a sigh. âIâm touchedâ.
You hummed comfortably, and pressed your lips to his, head turned to meet his face in your hair, smiling as your fingers moved away strands to keep gently kissing him. The pair lay like this for what felt like hours, yet it was all but a few more sleepy minutes. Kiss, kiss, kiss. Like teenagers.
Addley grew to have a bubbling need now, as each kiss became just that little bit less satisfying without something else done, hands itching. They ran down your back, and held you tight to shift the pair of you so you lay directly on top of him while he lay on his back. There was something firm rubbing against your thigh, but you only sighed against his mouth, hands cupping the back of his head, making him shiver a little from the sensitivity of his nape.
âOh sweetheart⌠SweetheartâŚâ, he mumbled against your lips, shaking his head a little as his hands squeezed you a little. âIt ainât enough⌠Nah⌠come up. Come upâ.
His hands urged you up, just a touch rough, making you giggle as he kissed on your neck. He had an oral fixation for it, as heâd open his mouth and just press on your neck, all warm, driving you crazy as heâd swirl his tongue. Youâd whine and wriggle on him, coming up to properly straddle on his stomach, giving a little high-pitched moan reluctantly.
âAddieâŚâ, was heard from you, as he gently shushed you and kept kissing and licking your neck. He urged you to move up, more and more as his hands grabbed at you needily.
âLemme have yer tits, babyâ, he murmured, turning you on more as you so generously took down the straps of your chemise and revealed your bare breasts to him, as he cooed softly and wrapped his lips around the peak of your left nipple. Heâd moan as soon as it was in his mouth, his other hand rubbing up and down your back. You could smell he began to sweat a little, already so hot.
Youâd twitch, always so sensitive with how his tongue rolled over your breast, pulling away to kiss at the warm flesh before sucking on your nipple again. He was driving you around the bend, so aware of your weak spots as youâd squirm in his hold, and heâd take your hand, interlacing your fingers and gently shushing you with his lips against your tender skin.
You moved against the hardness in his boxers, your free hand moving down from his hair to bunch up the chemise, gathering it as you held it out of the way, licking your bottom lip as you pressed on him. It was his turn then to whine, hand going to your lower back to push you down.
âYou want it, baby? You just gotta askâŚâ, he mumbled with your skin still against his lips. He couldnât get his mouth off of you. You nodded eagerly, sighing out as you spied the sight of the love in his eyes.
âYeahâŚâ, you whispered breathlessly, a little lost in the sight. He smiled at your acquiescence. Pulling his mouth from you, he tipped his chin up to kiss your jaw.
âYeah?â, he asked again, to really make sure, due to your tone before. You swallowed and melted entirely in his hands, nodding as you felt yourself go limp on top of him, weak from such sweetness.
âYes, baby. I promise you so much, I want youâŚâ, you muttered out with a deep, shaking breath out. Your head grew foggy.
Before long, and not like you could remember how, you both ended up naked, velvet covers kicked down. With you straddling his face gently, his nose nudged against your clit as you held yourself up steadily on his face, at times relaxing and just pressing down, to his enjoyment. But youâd get up again to move against his tongue, clutching onto your headboard as youâd moan aloud with huffs and absolute bliss.
His coarse moustache and little chin patch that you hated so much you were kissing was starting to warm up on you as it gently scratched on the tender skin surrounding your slobber-covered pussy. Sometimes, heâd moan and shake his face into you, much to your pleasure, as your thigh trembled in his gentle but firm hold.
Through blurry eyes, youâd look down, at his closed eyes and obvious hunger, lapping at you with desire and love. There was something about just watching him that made you want to stay awake. You could watch him for hours. As you lifted up a bit again, he knew the procedure, from all the previous times you two have been together. Releasing your thigh, his left hand rubbed your lower back, before sliding down to let you gently ride on it while he continued to suck on your clit.
Moaning without a care, you shuddered, and tried to pull up, but his hand held you down, knowing you could take it, as he shushed you and gently urged you to stay down. He could feel how you clenched on his one finger. He figured that he should help you out, for later, of course. So he wouldnât be hurting you too much on his cock. It was all for you.
Pulling his finger out, he let you lift up a bit, as he licked it clean, before wetting his other finger, shushing as he carefully let you sit down on his two fingers, your head thrown back with whines. You began to slowly and steadily move up and down on his fingers, as he sucked and licked your clit and folds with his tongue, hot and wet. God, you actually saw white when you came, and the volume of the moan you let out was barely there, as you squeaked out with your mouth open like a scream. He slowly brought you back down from such a high, so easily moving you from his face to lie on him again, as he kissed your neck and head.
âThatâs my baby⌠Thatâs my baby girl⌠So fuckinâ tastyâŚâ, he whispered to you, as he rubbed your back with his hand. You blinked out tears that had somehow formed without your knowledge, eyes half-lidded as you looked down to him, licking your dry lips. You could feel the precum that collected into little white pearls against your leg. After that, you were just so filled with need.
âWanna⌠Wanna have my turnâŚâ, you mumbled mindlessly, turning over and sitting beside him, hand wrapping around his cock gently, giving some long strokes, as you cooed at his twitching. Leaning down, you spat a bit on it, spreading the slick with your hand, making it easier to slide him into your mouth. He genuinely bucked his hips up a bit, as you shut your eyes for a second. You fit him all in, before pulling back again to pump him.
âLemme taste you again⌠Please babyâ, he pleaded quietly, taking your legs by the calves and pulling you to keep your legs around his face. He loved the taste of your sweet pussy so much, it had him so fucking hard. Resting comfortably on his stomach, your one hand stroked his thigh as youâd bob your head up and down, fighting back giggles from feeling him hitting the back of you throat. The leaking tip of him was rubbing on the roof of your mouth, coating it with flavour, slightly bitter yet addictive.
As you two pleased each other at the same time, you couldnât take it anymore, feeling that he was so perfectly hard. Pulling him out of your mouth, you gently wiped your lips.
âAddie⌠Addie, babyâ, you called softly, as he hummed while still kissing on your pussy. âDo you want to⌠use one or?â, you questioned quietly.
While you two usually didnât use a condom, due to the fact that he pulled out and let you suck him off until he came whenever he felt that he was close, you two always made sure to ask with each other whether or not that might change that night.
Thinking about it for moment as he still buried his face between your legs, with your hand still mindlessly pumping him, he shook his head gently.
âNot really⌠If you donât mind, darlinââ. You nodded. Of course you didnât mind.
You stroked his thigh and lightly pat it to let him know you were sitting up. Turning around to face him, you gave him an excited little smile, while he gazed through his lashes at his beautiful lady, in all her bare glory, her pussy lips parted on the length of his cock, as she gently stroked him against her. Nothing on earth could be worth more than this, no fat gold watch that she could steal or the whole fucking shop. No, this sight was something he absolutely treasured.
You positioned him against your entrance, giggling quietly as you teased putting it in, only for it to push out anyway. It was just fun to watch. His hand holding your thighs gave a little squeeze, as a chuckle rumbled his chest.
âStop playinâ, babyâ, he told you off softly. You gave him a little pout for ruining your fun, before looking down to position him properly with a sigh as you sat up straighter, feeling him go in someways, as he groaned and held your hips, his eyes basically rolling back. Getting over the initial pain, you let out a deep breath, relaxing and letting him slide all the way in, as your hand held the curve where your thigh connected to your hip, huffing soft breaths out with blurry eyes, tearing up a little as you swallowed.
âIs that alright for ya, baby?â, he asked gently, as his hands stroked your thigh and waist, right hand giving a soft squish on your side with a smile. As you looked down and smiled to him, you began to move, slowly and steadily.
âItâs so goodâ, you told him quietly.
God, words couldnât even describe it. That perfect skin on skin that you two first fell in love with as teenagers together. The very one that you think had him running back so many times, and had you forgiving him so many times. Over the years, he had almost perfected himself for you. Especially in moments like these. You two were by no means saints, but this was definitely Heaven. The only one the pair was allowed, at this point.
He couldnât look at you right now, eyes closed as heâd breathe out your name, his hand on the small of your back to feel that smooth, warm and soft skin. If he were to open his eyes and watch you, he didnât think that heâd pull out in time. At least, not while you were facing him.
You could see the needy look on his face, from the way his eyebrows curled together in concentration, his nostrils flared to try and breathe in steadily and not start panting like a dog, the slight wetness forming beneath his eyes. It was everything to you. Your own moans slipped from your lips sweetly with each time you bounced down, body filled with what felt like an electric shock every time. As his cock would keep bumping gently on that special warm, gooey and spongey spot inside, your stomach tightened, and you couldnât control what happened next.
You practically almost jumped off, as he held you in his hands tenderly while your hole spurted down his length, your moans like an angel sighing as they ripped through the air. Feeling the tip against your clit, as he twitched made another little bit drip out. The soft pale hairs at the base of his length were drenched, glistening in the lamplight as you cooed softly. He praised you over and over, opening his eyes halfway to smile to you and rub your hips.
âThatâs my baby. Good baby, so fuckinâ⌠My baby girlâ, he whispered to you in a raspy voice, his throat a little dry from his concentration. There was an eager little mew from you though, as you turned your back to him and slid him back in, his cock spearing through your sensitivity and immediately becoming that high pressure pleasure again, as his hands tightened on your hips without his knowledge.
âJesus- Babe, baby, that⌠Youâre so fuckinââŚâ, left his mouth breathlessly. You held onto his thighs to steady yourself, one hand reaching to gently pinch your clit between your two fingers. You almost keeled over immediately.
You bounced on him gently, sat on your haunches on his thighs, balancing carefully. It was something both of your appreciated, this position. He could open his eyes and watch it go in and out. You could feel everything so much more from this angle, sometimes having a sporadic burst of energy and moving fast for a few seconds, before shivering and needing to slow down again, with his hand running up and down your spine gently and lovingly. Your hand would gently reach down again and softly cup his balls, to his delight as he fought back a whine, covering it up with a hiss through his teeth shakily, that made you almost giggle.
It happened three timesâ where youâd reach what felt like the tipping point and were scared that it felt like you needed to pee, only for it to release and you drenched his entire crotch againâ before he could feel it begin to get too much for him to hold back.
âSh-Shit, baby. Iâm gonna cum, hun. Iâm gonna cum, get off. Quick⌠Quick!â, he weakly urged you, as you listened and lifted up off him, keeping the pace you went at with your hand as you stroked him, leaning down with your ass in the air as you kept that warm tightness around him. His hand gently held the back of your thigh, encircling it with whines and soft whimpers, before you tasted the bitterness and felt his warm cum cover your tongue. Swallowing the first bit, you let the rest out from your mouth down him, watching it drip on his cock. You kept gently stroking him, as he panted and whimpered softly with trembling legs.
âOh sweetheartâŚâ, he wheezed out, rubbing your leg and back. You straightened up and went to lay by his side, shushing gently and stroking his sweaty hair back, as he embraced you, face in between your breasts.
âMy beautiful lady⌠I love you so much⌠Oh my godâ, his muffled words hummed out. You smiled, blissed out yourself as you caught your breath, hugging him close.
Your eyes grew heavy as the pair of you lay together, and the sweat on both of your bodies eventually cooled down, and without the covers, it was suddenly cold. The pair of you chuckled together, as you spoke quietly about how good it was, wrapped up together as you kissed again softly.
After all that, the pair of you had only one concern. How would you get to the shower?
I want to be your friend so bad and maybe one day my mind could trade for my soul and we meet and have hot lesbian make out by lake in the hot summer as the sweat cools on us
So like uh idk how to do this, this is my first time, and tbh I was just obsessed with this manâs freak, he matched me fr.
Tags: Freaky business, female reader??? (Can you tell I have no idea what the format is?), uhhh consensual sex, to condom or not to condom, 69, sleepy sex, bleh ig pussy-eating, Munch Addley, uh mutual head, squirting, uh he stinky (just a lil bit), uh I see him as like 23 tbh, calls reader âBabycakesâ as a tease (also fucking let me live, he would sound amazing saying that???)
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It was a quiet night after a long day. Not like you had been particularly busy, but you seemed to just always be tired. Youâd joke and say it was just the exhaustion of always having to be the most amazing person all the time, and theyâd laugh, but inside, it was a little difficult to admit you were genuinely just tired.
So, sat pretty in front of the vanity, just brushing your hair to get ready for bed, you thought it would continue to be a quiet night. Obviously, someone had other plans. A click was heard. You thought nothing of it. Another. Okay, weird? Craning your head back to glance over your shoulder, there was another click. It was from a little pebble hitting window. You winced, wondering if the rock scratched the glass more than anything.
When you then began to hear movement on the roof tiles, however, a sudden spike of concern struck your heart. Taking the nail clippers from the vanity drawer and pulling out the pusher file from it, you held it like a knife as you approached the window. Fearful curiosity filled your already humming heart. Pressing into the wall adjacent to the window to keep out of sight just in case, there was a bang!
The clippers dropped from your hand and clattered onto the wooden floor, as a muffled and familiar loud laugh came from outside the window. The hand pressed against the glass told you who it was. Addley, your boyfriend, grinning in like a kid playing pranks. You held your hand over your heart, and let out a massive, groaning sigh.
âFor crying out loud, Addie. My heart genuinely stopped then! I already have the blood pressure of a sheep dog recentlyâ, you whined, as he shook his head and kept snickering, scratching his fingernail on the glass like a cat asking to be let in.
âCome on, you love it when I come by!â.
Well, he wasnât wrong. But you still frowned and picked up the nail clippers again, while sighing and opening the window.
âThereâs something called a phone that would be useful to let me know youâre comingâ, you muttered in annoyance. Crossing over to the vanity again and tossing the clippers back into the drawer, you huffed as you kicked in the plush stool. Addley climbed in, looking proud of himself.
âThatâs not funny thoughâ, he said as he waved a hand to you dismissively, still chuckling as he swung his legs over the sill and planted his feet down with a little grunt. You crossed over again, putting a finger over your lips with a frown.
âCareful. You keep it down. I donât know if my sister is still up down the hallâ, you scolded him, though there no real heat to the words. He smiled cheekily, and rolled his eyes as he glanced to the white door.
âOh shush, babycakes. Quit fussinââ. Finally giving in with a reluctant smile pulling on your lips, you took him by the shoulders and gave him a kiss hello. A hum of contentment left him at the sweet little peck, as his arm wrapped around you, holding you as he rocked you both a little. As his other hand gently smoothed back your hair, he looked into your eyes with a look of that same mischief.
âMmm, I was gettinâ pretty lonely without you, you know?â, he murmured to you with that lowered voice, as you could feel his body radiate heat through his clothes, bringing his nose near your cheek sweetly. You gently tilted your face away, one eye shut as his nose touched beneath it with a soft chuckle, sighing against his chin.
âThe same for me, babyâ. You smiled fondly to him, gaze drifting down him before looking back up to his eyes again with an archly scoff. âShoes in the house?â.
A huff of amusement left him, as he glanced aside and shook his head with his tongue pushed against his tooth. He looked back at you with a raised brow.
âYes. I am wearing my shoes. What about them?â, he asked casually, playing oblivious as he bobbed his head side to side. You blew a raspberry at him lightheartedly, as you nudged the top of your head towards him like a cat.
âCome on. Take them offâ.
Addley smirked against your skin as he found your bossy nature quite endearing tonight. The hand that was smoothing your hair originally cupped the back of your head, as he gave another little kiss to your lips, his fingers messing with the strands of your hair as he gave a soft giggle and kicked his shoes off, moving them aside with a socked foot. Just when he thought that was enough, you pinched the hood of his jacket.
âThis too. No outside clothes in the bed, babeâ.
He gave a lazy groan with a chuckle, as his finger then reluctantly released you to zip down his jacket and tossing it to the side to land by the foot of your bed with a soft this. He held his hands up.
âThat enough? You happy now, darlâ?â, he asked sarcastically with a little twinkle in his eyes, as if begging you to say no. You bit your lip cheekily, as you looked down and trailed a hand down his front.
"And your trousers", you told him as you met his gaze again with a grin. Addley's breath hitched in his throat for a moment as you traced over his abdomen in little circles, his eyes locked with yours. A soft laugh left him at your words, his hands going to the waistband of his jeans, pulling on them a little.
"God⌠so demanding, ain't ya?", he teased, his voice low and thick with something akin to desire. You couldnât help but snicker too, shushing him.
âQuietly does itâ.
Addley's lips curled into a smirk once you stifled his chuckle, amused by the way you're behaving. Slowly, he pushed his jeans down to the floor, kicking them off his feet to land in a heap with his jacket.
"Happy now, boss?", he asked playfully as he bumped his nose against yours gently. You grinned as you wrapped your arms around his neck, or more tried to.
"Quite", you said to him with a little giggle again. You began tugging him to your bed, soft and with pink velvet covers for the colder weather recently, with some cute stuffed animals around the many pillows. He always slept so good in your bed. Sometimes, he'd sleep too good and almost not make it out of your room in time to hurry home in the morning.
Addley allowed your arms to snake around his neck, a lazy and amused smile playing on his lips, his eyes taking in the soft and comfy look of the bedâ a sharp contrast to his own messy and chaotic style. He was always a restless sleeper, but something about your bed made him feel oddly comfortable and at ease. He didn't bother to protest as you dragged him down onto the pink-covered sheets, a light and teasing laugh leaving him as he landed on his back with a slight âOofâ.
You jumped on beside him, and he was immediately wrapped in your arms and legs as you grinned. A hand of yours came up and began to gently pet his hair, as his head nuzzled your shoulder, nose nudging the strap of your chemise playfully yet lazily. He closed his eyes with a soft and relaxed sigh. He loved your fingers through his hair.
âSo. What made you come âround this time?â, you asked. He loosely wrapped his arms around your frame, hands holding the side of your ribs as his thumbs rubbed beneath your breast. A soft and content hum rung from him.
ââCause I miss ya⌠Got lonely without yaâŚâ.
âAw, poor babyâ, you teased, fingers running through the spikes of dirty blond hair. âHe misses me even though we just saw each other yesterdayâ.
Addley rolled his eyes with a huff leaving him as his arms tightened around you at last, squeezing gently with a smirk as he looked at you through one eye.
"Hey, don't give me that attitude, darlin'âŚ", he grumbled softly, his tone taking on a whiny sound, "It wasn't enough time to see youâŚ."
âAddie, we were practically glued at the hip yesterdayâ, you stated simply as you hugged him right and scooted up in little bounces with a soft laugh, trying to move up to the pillows. He settled down on his back against the comfy pillow, his arms shifting around to pull you up against his chest, face rested on a slightly crumpled T-shirt. He nuzzled the top of your head, placing a soft kiss there with a sigh.
"M'not complainin' or anythinââŚ" He murmured with a chuckle, "I mean it when I say I missed ya. It's never long before I get lonely without you, babycakes". You melted visibly, and placed a hand over your heart with a little chuckle that was shaky with love.
âAww, sweetheart. Youâre giving Shakespeare a run for his money hereâ. He rolled his eyes, and just hugged you tighter. You sighed and kissed his temple, rubbing his arm.
âGet into the actual covers nowâ, you told him. âDonât want you just in your boxers on topâ.
He laid there for a moment, letting his gaze wander over the soft and cozy look of your bed once more. He was tempted to take off his shirt and be only in his boxers, but he'd never hear the end of it from you. Instead, he rolled onto his side, pulling the covers up over you two.
âWas just gettinâ comfy, babyâ, he murmured fondly. Snuggled in next to him, you closed your eyes with a gentle smile, sighing out as you two just lay like this for a bit. You rubbed your cheek against his shirt.
âWhat have you been up to without me?â, you asked lazily, all relaxed as you two lay enveloped in warmth. His fingers traced little circles and random lines into the skin of your shoulder blade. Heâd answer your question quietly, dipping his chin down to brush his lips lightly on your hairline.
âThe usual. Car, nighttime, my brothers and me⌠A tire or two taken, soldâ. He spoke about it so casually with you, as you smiled and nodded. You hummed, raising your head to rest your chin between his pecs, holding your hand out in a fan for him with a smile.
âGot new nail polishâ, you mentioned, as he took your fingers and opened his eyes halfway to look at the colour. He nodded in approval.
âMmm, a lovely colour for my baby. Youâve got so many now. Donât they cost a fortune?â, he asked as he turned his head to look at the nail polish vials of all sorts your favourite colours lining the mirror. You gave a huff of a chuckle, shaking your head as his thumb began to gently stroke the joints of your fingers.
âIâve got a special way to payâ, she said knowingly. He turned back to you, raising a brow with an amused expression.
âAnd what way is that, darlinâ?â. His other hand came up from rubbing your back to push your hair from your face, wanting to see his pretty lady. Your finger came up and gently tapped on his chin as you let out a soft snicker.
âItâs called a big coat sleeve and my purseâ. He shook his head as he couldnât keep his smirk in check, rolling his eyes as his hand rested on your head.
âYa donât say?â, he teased, rubbing gently on your hair. âYou ever think youâre gonna get caught?â.
"Not yet", you told him in that tone that told him that even getting caught wouldn't stop you. âNot while inflation keeps making my favourite good fucking nail polish that actually lasts 14 dollars a popâ. She was always a little bit light fingered, which he admired enough, especially when she managed to get him little gifts too. He let out a little appreciative and amused click from his teeth, thumbing strands of your baby hairs.
âLittle thiefâ. He feigned out a sigh. âI donât know why I am with such a little criminalâ.
You chuckled at his words, your hand that was playing with his chin going to lightly scratch at his coarse facial hair.
âBecause I got that really nice watch from the asshole of a customer of mine. And we used the money for a really nice shopping spree, huh?â. He let out a hum as he closed his eyes again, your scratching pleasant to him. He leaned into your touch as he let out a soft hiss through his teeth.
âThat watch was a lot of money, baby. I appreciated the gift very muchâ.
You nestled into him, two lovers growing blurry-eyed in bed together.
âHow are your brothers?â, you asked languidly, turning your face to lay your cheek on his chest again as your hands played with his hair. Addley took a moment to relish in the warmth of you on top of him, his eyes growing heavy. He was on the fast track to the land of nod soon. Your question made him sigh though.
âIke has a new big idea that heâs still workinâ on. Johnnyâs still doing that datinâ thing where they sit and have to like⌠I donât know, I wasnât payinâ attention when he was talkinâ about itâ. His lips clicked with wet little smacks as he fixed his hold on you. You let out a little huff.
âCalling me a thief when youâre all criminals. The lot of youâ, you grumbled. He gave a lazy snicker, shivering as the pads of your fingers rubbed his scalp.
âYouâd never leave your favourite criminal though, yeah?â, he asked, lips tugging upwards. âNot even for a really rich man with watches that could like⌠Buy you all the nail polish you want. Even the ones with vitamins and hardeners you talk about?â. You snickered.
âWhy? I could always just stealâ.
âHa!â, left him, chest rumbling a little as the pair of you laughed together quietly. He pulled you closer to him, lifting your head as he tapped you jaw. He brought your face closer to his, a fond smile on his face.
âYou really got a way of thinkinâ like me, darlâ.â He nuzzled his face into your hair with a sigh. âIâm touchedâ.
You hummed comfortably, and pressed your lips to his, head turned to meet his face in your hair, smiling as your fingers moved away strands to keep gently kissing him. The pair lay like this for what felt like hours, yet it was all but a few more sleepy minutes. Kiss, kiss, kiss. Like teenagers.
Addley grew to have a bubbling need now, as each kiss became just that little bit less satisfying without something else done, hands itching. They ran down your back, and held you tight to shift the pair of you so you lay directly on top of him while he lay on his back. There was something firm rubbing against your thigh, but you only sighed against his mouth, hands cupping the back of his head, making him shiver a little from the sensitivity of his nape.
âOh sweetheart⌠SweetheartâŚâ, he mumbled against your lips, shaking his head a little as his hands squeezed you a little. âIt ainât enough⌠Nah⌠come up. Come upâ.
His hands urged you up, just a touch rough, making you giggle as he kissed on your neck. He had an oral fixation for it, as heâd open his mouth and just press on your neck, all warm, driving you crazy as heâd swirl his tongue. Youâd whine and wriggle on him, coming up to properly straddle on his stomach, giving a little high-pitched moan reluctantly.
âAddieâŚâ, was heard from you, as he gently shushed you and kept kissing and licking your neck. He urged you to move up, more and more as his hands grabbed at you needily.
âLemme have yer tits, babyâ, he murmured, turning you on more as you so generously took down the straps of your chemise and revealed your bare breasts to him, as he cooed softly and wrapped his lips around the peak of your left nipple. Heâd moan as soon as it was in his mouth, his other hand rubbing up and down your back. You could smell he began to sweat a little, already so hot.
Youâd twitch, always so sensitive with how his tongue rolled over your breast, pulling away to kiss at the warm flesh before sucking on your nipple again. He was driving you around the bend, so aware of your weak spots as youâd squirm in his hold, and heâd take your hand, interlacing your fingers and gently shushing you with his lips against your tender skin.
You moved against the hardness in his boxers, your free hand moving down from his hair to bunch up the chemise, gathering it as you held it out of the way, licking your bottom lip as you pressed on him. It was his turn then to whine, hand going to your lower back to push you down.
âYou want it, baby? You just gotta askâŚâ, he mumbled with your skin still against his lips. He couldnât get his mouth off of you. You nodded eagerly, sighing out as you spied the sight of the love in his eyes.
âYeahâŚâ, you whispered breathlessly, a little lost in the sight. He smiled at your acquiescence. Pulling his mouth from you, he tipped his chin up to kiss your jaw.
âYeah?â, he asked again, to really make sure, due to your tone before. You swallowed and melted entirely in his hands, nodding as you felt yourself go limp on top of him, weak from such sweetness.
âYes, baby. I promise you so much, I want youâŚâ, you muttered out with a deep, shaking breath out. Your head grew foggy.
Before long, and not like you could remember how, you both ended up naked, velvet covers kicked down. With you straddling his face gently, his nose nudged against your clit as you held yourself up steadily on his face, at times relaxing and just pressing down, to his enjoyment. But youâd get up again to move against his tongue, clutching onto your headboard as youâd moan aloud with huffs and absolute bliss.
His coarse moustache and little chin patch that you hated so much you were kissing was starting to warm up on you as it gently scratched on the tender skin surrounding your slobber-covered pussy. Sometimes, heâd moan and shake his face into you, much to your pleasure, as your thigh trembled in his gentle but firm hold.
Through blurry eyes, youâd look down, at his closed eyes and obvious hunger, lapping at you with desire and love. There was something about just watching him that made you want to stay awake. You could watch him for hours. As you lifted up a bit again, he knew the procedure, from all the previous times you two have been together. Releasing your thigh, his left hand rubbed your lower back, before sliding down to let you gently ride on it while he continued to suck on your clit.
Moaning without a care, you shuddered, and tried to pull up, but his hand held you down, knowing you could take it, as he shushed you and gently urged you to stay down. He could feel how you clenched on his one finger. He figured that he should help you out, for later, of course. So he wouldnât be hurting you too much on his cock. It was all for you.
Pulling his finger out, he let you lift up a bit, as he licked it clean, before wetting his other finger, shushing as he carefully let you sit down on his two fingers, your head thrown back with whines. You began to slowly and steadily move up and down on his fingers, as he sucked and licked your clit and folds with his tongue, hot and wet. God, you actually saw white when you came, and the volume of the moan you let out was barely there, as you squeaked out with your mouth open like a scream. He slowly brought you back down from such a high, so easily moving you from his face to lie on him again, as he kissed your neck and head.
âThatâs my baby⌠Thatâs my baby girl⌠So fuckinâ tastyâŚâ, he whispered to you, as he rubbed your back with his hand. You blinked out tears that had somehow formed without your knowledge, eyes half-lidded as you looked down to him, licking your dry lips. You could feel the precum that collected into little white pearls against your leg. After that, you were just so filled with need.
âWanna⌠Wanna have my turnâŚâ, you mumbled mindlessly, turning over and sitting beside him, hand wrapping around his cock gently, giving some long strokes, as you cooed at his twitching. Leaning down, you spat a bit on it, spreading the slick with your hand, making it easier to slide him into your mouth. He genuinely bucked his hips up a bit, as you shut your eyes for a second. You fit him all in, before pulling back again to pump him.
âLemme taste you again⌠Please babyâ, he pleaded quietly, taking your legs by the calves and pulling you to keep your legs around his face. He loved the taste of your sweet pussy so much, it had him so fucking hard. Resting comfortably on his stomach, your one hand stroked his thigh as youâd bob your head up and down, fighting back giggles from feeling him hitting the back of you throat. The leaking tip of him was rubbing on the roof of your mouth, coating it with flavour, slightly bitter yet addictive.
As you two pleased each other at the same time, you couldnât take it anymore, feeling that he was so perfectly hard. Pulling him out of your mouth, you gently wiped your lips.
âAddie⌠Addie, babyâ, you called softly, as he hummed while still kissing on your pussy. âDo you want to⌠use one or?â, you questioned quietly.
While you two usually didnât use a condom, due to the fact that he pulled out and let you suck him off until he came whenever he felt that he was close, you two always made sure to ask with each other whether or not that might change that night.
Thinking about it for moment as he still buried his face between your legs, with your hand still mindlessly pumping him, he shook his head gently.
âNot really⌠If you donât mind, darlinââ. You nodded. Of course you didnât mind.
You stroked his thigh and lightly pat it to let him know you were sitting up. Turning around to face him, you gave him an excited little smile, while he gazed through his lashes at his beautiful lady, in all her bare glory, her pussy lips parted on the length of his cock, as she gently stroked him against her. Nothing on earth could be worth more than this, no fat gold watch that she could steal or the whole fucking shop. No, this sight was something he absolutely treasured.
You positioned him against your entrance, giggling quietly as you teased putting it in, only for it to push out anyway. It was just fun to watch. His hand holding your thighs gave a little squeeze, as a chuckle rumbled his chest.
âStop playinâ, babyâ, he told you off softly. You gave him a little pout for ruining your fun, before looking down to position him properly with a sigh as you sat up straighter, feeling him go in someways, as he groaned and held your hips, his eyes basically rolling back. Getting over the initial pain, you let out a deep breath, relaxing and letting him slide all the way in, as your hand held the curve where your thigh connected to your hip, huffing soft breaths out with blurry eyes, tearing up a little as you swallowed.
âIs that alright for ya, baby?â, he asked gently, as his hands stroked your thigh and waist, right hand giving a soft squish on your side with a smile. As you looked down and smiled to him, you began to move, slowly and steadily.
âItâs so goodâ, you told him quietly.
God, words couldnât even describe it. That perfect skin on skin that you two first fell in love with as teenagers together. The very one that you think had him running back so many times, and had you forgiving him so many times. Over the years, he had almost perfected himself for you. Especially in moments like these. You two were by no means saints, but this was definitely Heaven. The only one the pair was allowed, at this point.
He couldnât look at you right now, eyes closed as heâd breathe out your name, his hand on the small of your back to feel that smooth, warm and soft skin. If he were to open his eyes and watch you, he didnât think that heâd pull out in time. At least, not while you were facing him.
You could see the needy look on his face, from the way his eyebrows curled together in concentration, his nostrils flared to try and breathe in steadily and not start panting like a dog, the slight wetness forming beneath his eyes. It was everything to you. Your own moans slipped from your lips sweetly with each time you bounced down, body filled with what felt like an electric shock every time. As his cock would keep bumping gently on that special warm, gooey and spongey spot inside, your stomach tightened, and you couldnât control what happened next.
You practically almost jumped off, as he held you in his hands tenderly while your hole spurted down his length, your moans like an angel sighing as they ripped through the air. Feeling the tip against your clit, as he twitched made another little bit drip out. The soft pale hairs at the base of his length were drenched, glistening in the lamplight as you cooed softly. He praised you over and over, opening his eyes halfway to smile to you and rub your hips.
âThatâs my baby. Good baby, so fuckinâ⌠My baby girlâ, he whispered to you in a raspy voice, his throat a little dry from his concentration. There was an eager little mew from you though, as you turned your back to him and slid him back in, his cock spearing through your sensitivity and immediately becoming that high pressure pleasure again, as his hands tightened on your hips without his knowledge.
âJesus- Babe, baby, that⌠Youâre so fuckinââŚâ, left his mouth breathlessly. You held onto his thighs to steady yourself, one hand reaching to gently pinch your clit between your two fingers. You almost keeled over immediately.
You bounced on him gently, sat on your haunches on his thighs, balancing carefully. It was something both of your appreciated, this position. He could open his eyes and watch it go in and out. You could feel everything so much more from this angle, sometimes having a sporadic burst of energy and moving fast for a few seconds, before shivering and needing to slow down again, with his hand running up and down your spine gently and lovingly. Your hand would gently reach down again and softly cup his balls, to his delight as he fought back a whine, covering it up with a hiss through his teeth shakily, that made you almost giggle.
It happened three timesâ where youâd reach what felt like the tipping point and were scared that it felt like you needed to pee, only for it to release and you drenched his entire crotch againâ before he could feel it begin to get too much for him to hold back.
âSh-Shit, baby. Iâm gonna cum, hun. Iâm gonna cum, get off. Quick⌠Quick!â, he weakly urged you, as you listened and lifted up off him, keeping the pace you went at with your hand as you stroked him, leaning down with your ass in the air as you kept that warm tightness around him. His hand gently held the back of your thigh, encircling it with whines and soft whimpers, before you tasted the bitterness and felt his warm cum cover your tongue. Swallowing the first bit, you let the rest out from your mouth down him, watching it drip on his cock. You kept gently stroking him, as he panted and whimpered softly with trembling legs.
âOh sweetheartâŚâ, he wheezed out, rubbing your leg and back. You straightened up and went to lay by his side, shushing gently and stroking his sweaty hair back, as he embraced you, face in between your breasts.
âMy beautiful lady⌠I love you so much⌠Oh my godâ, his muffled words hummed out. You smiled, blissed out yourself as you caught your breath, hugging him close.
Your eyes grew heavy as the pair of you lay together, and the sweat on both of your bodies eventually cooled down, and without the covers, it was suddenly cold. The pair of you chuckled together, as you spoke quietly about how good it was, wrapped up together as you kissed again softly.
After all that, the pair of you had only one concern. How would you get to the shower?
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