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live-laugh-lenney · 4 months

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Love love the arthur lingerie fic. What about george version

i've been waiting for this to come in simply so i could write something smutty for george... CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT.

george is a sucker for lingerie.

granted; he'd always tell her that she could wear a stained, faded and ratty-looking t-shirt, with holes in the armpits, and he would still find her to be the most beautiful woman in the world.

in the beginning few months of seeing one another, finding out what each others turn ons were, their love-making started off sweet and soft and they would always plan ahead and it would happen in the most sensual way... like it was something written in a romance novel.

yn would always present herself nicely. she would dress nice, she would spray her perfume on her neck, she made sure she had matching underwear on (that didn't have holes in or elastic hanging loose from the waistband). he always made sure he had a clean room with clean bedsheets on his bed, a candle burning to give the room a relaxing feel and a lovely smell and that everything was within arms distance so he didn't have to leave the bed.

but now?

a year and a half into their relationship, having sex was never made into a big deal. not much anymore. the nights they spent together were spent being lazy on the sofa in her flat (because he was always surrounded by the two arthurs and chris and neither of them could have privacy with them around), eating meals from their take-out, binge-watching a television show that they were in the middle of watching.

their 'motto' being if it happens then it happens.

but every now and then, to keep their love and their romance alive, they would have a night dedicated to them. birthdays were always guaranteed, anniversaries always ended up with them in bed, but on the nights when they just wanted to feel close to one another, she would always surprise him by wearing a new set of lingerie...

she's fresh from the shower.

having given herself an 'everything shower' - she washed her hair, she deeply scrubbed her face, she shaved her legs and exfoliated her skin so she was soft to the touch, she got rid of every inch of body hair she could find and managed to do so without nicking any of her skin - she changed into the new set of lingerie once she was completely dried off, letting the lace perfectly cup her breasts and sitting low on her pubic bone, knowing that she had an eager george waiting for her on the other side of the door.

she gave him the task of making the room feel ready and that is just what he did; he lit their wax-burners and put in a relaxing scent so it emitted smells so relaxing and soft, the flickering of the flames being enough light to fill the room, curtains drawn shut and he'd even gone as far as scattering rose petals upon the bed to show the romantic side to him.

she opens the door, the bathroom light flooding into the room for just a moment, sliding her finger down the switch and turning off the light and closing the door behind her, exposed to his wandering eyes and she can already feel her cheeks heating up.

"i can feel you staring."

"can you blame me?" he questions her, looking from his phone screen and making eye contact with her as she stood in the middle of the room, locking the gadget in his hand and placing it down on the table by his bedside, "you're so gorgeous."

she takes in his appearance; stretched out down the bed with tousled hair that he hadn't really dealt much with that day, a fringe almost forming from how he hadn't styled his hair like normal, his facial hair looking a lot more desirable to her than normal, wearing nothing but a deep teal t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts that peeked out from the hem of his tee, no socks on his feet (because he'd worn her slippers all day and refused to take them off), his ankles crossed at the end of the bed.

he takes in her appearance; a lilac-coloured, made from lace, lingerie set on her figure with her hair still damp but not completely sodden with water, painting her skin with droplets of water that glistened in the light of the candles flickering. and she smelt delicious and she looked fresh, a nervous smile on her lips as she looked at him.

"is this all for me?"

he smirks at his own question because he already knows the answer; her coming out in matching underwear was almost a given when they chose to switch off from the outside world and spend all evening in bed.

"you know it's for you, idiot."

"don't speak to me like that, baby."

she rolls her eyes playfully and he pushes himself up on the bed, the pillow squishing between his back and the headboard of the bed behind him, duvet scrunching up with his movements and she takes that as her moment to walk towards him. and he watches every step she takes towards him, every sway of her hips, and he couldn't take his eyes away from the way the swell of her breasts bounced every so slightly with the motion.

instead of clambering onto her side, she walks to his side. swinging her leg up and over his body and bringing herself to straddle him at his waist, legs either side of him.

"well, i like where this is going."

his hands cup her hips, the pads of his thumbs brushing over the naked skin of her hips and he's eager to dip his fingers into the band of her knickers and pull them away, revealing the one thing he was desperately eager to get a feel of. his eyes trailing from her eyes to her exposed collarbones and down the valley of her breasts which he just wanted to free from the constraint of her bra.

he could feel himself hardening beneath her, and she could feel his stiffening muscle against her thigh, forming an ache in her core for him that she really wanted to suffice. she couldn't let the night start so quickly and deep down, they both wanted to drag it out for longer than normal. they wanted to savour every passing second. drinking it in and feeling the emotions together.

"you really are so beautiful," he whispers softly, "i'm one lucky son of a bitch."

her fingers started playing with them hem of his t-shirt, moving it up ever so slightly to show a little bit of the skin of his stomach, boxers stretching across the growing hard-on that was seemingly bursting to be freed. and she wanted to. her fingers were there. but teasing him was something she loved to do.

"i think i'm the lucky one," she responds softly and he scoffs and his head shakes from side to side, "i am, george. i am. i'm just a nobody compared to you."

"nope," he shakes his head, "you're everything to me."

"oh, shut up," she retorts and pushes at his chest with her hands, soft enough to not hurt him, and he smiles warmly, "i am. you could have anyone and yet you chose me."

his hands wrap around her wrists and he brings them up to his neck, letting her bear her weight on his shoulders, a gentle groan escaping his lips as she shuffles on his crotch and brushes her warming core against his cock, bottom lip lodging between his teeth.

"i'm so in love with you."

"i love you," he smiles.

and yn's the one that closes the gap between the two of them. her lips melding together beautifully with him and her hands find his hair, fingers twisting between the strands at the nape of his neck, his hands dancing up her back. fingertips tickling her skin with the feathery touches he gives her bare skin, bringing her closer to him, chests flush together. their breathing was erratic, her hips moving slow motions, his fingers toying with the hooks of her bra in an eager attempt to tell her what she wanted without breaking the kiss.

and she lets him.

arching her back as a way of tell him to go for it and he doesn't need anymore than that to let both of his hands work on removing the bra from her chest, breaking the kiss for just a moment to pull it away from her, sliding it down her arms and throwing it aimlessly into the bedroom and hope it hit the floor instead of knocking anything from its place. chests rising and falling rapidly.

"i need you."

it's almost inaudible as it rolls off of her tongue. and he nods quickly, her fingers curling into the waistband of his boxers and she pulls them down just enough to free the boner that was leaking pre-cum and was twitching under her touch. his fingers working to slide down her knickers, without trying to tear the fabric or ruin them in his haste to feel her wrapped around him, and she adjusts herself on top of him so she can pull them down and chuck them towards the end of the bed.

as she throws them to the floor, his shirt comes off, revealing himself to her and she instantly feels her hands gravitate towards his bare shoulders, dragging her fingers down the skin of chest, with one hand continuing down his stomach until it wraps around his length, giving him a gentle few pumps and squeezes.

"so needy," she grins, "so so needy. for me?"

profanities rolling off of his tongue.

"always for you," he grunts out lowly, "see what you do to me?"

he can't stop himself from pushing his hips towards hers, feeling her legs tense as she feels his length slide between her folds, coming to a halt to allow her to adjust before his hips start the gentle thrusts he was desperate to make happen, her head rolling back as she let the deep and intense pleasure take over her body.

"you feel so good," he whispers and he lets her take over, grinding on his cock and twitching inside her every time she let out a whimper, the tip of his length reaching places he knew drove her crazy, her nails digging into his skin and leaving crescent indents behind, his arms wrapping around her waist and bringing her closer to his body, "so bloody good."

and he hides his face in her neck.

allowing her control gave him the opportunity to focus on giving her pleasure elsewhere on her body and his favourite place was her neck. leaving hickey after hickey behind down the stretch of skin below her ears and above her shoulders, nibbling and licking the skin as she lets him devour her.

"m'so close, baby," she hums and he brings his face from her neck, cheeks flush and his eyes hooded, lips swollen from being attached to her skin, and he can feel the burn in his belly that screamed how close he was to spurting out his release, "m'gonna-"

"wait for me," he begs, "wait for me, cum with me."

and she can feel her toes curling, her knees beginning to shake, her legs tensing. she quickens her pace, hearing his breathing getting caught in his throat, and his hands grip onto her hips to guide her at a pace that was getting him closer and closer, their eyes barely leaving each others. watery, hooded but lust-filled and darkening.

"m'gonna," he chokes off his sentence and lets his head drop to her chest, eyes clenching shut as he let his release fill her up, her own orgasm following behind him, squeezing him between the walls of her core, rhythm falling sloppy as she drops her head to his. her cheek resting upon the soft tufts of his hair. "fuck."

the room is filled with their panting, heavy breathing, and it smells like sex and the scent of candles melting, and they're seeing stars as they come down from their highs and allow themselves to fully regain their visions back to reality.

"i know what to buy you for christmas now."

"what?"

he grins lopsidedly up at her and she cups his face in her hands, thumbs catching the sweat coating his skin, soft and gentle.

"more lingerie," he says, "could go all night with you."

"give me half hour," she giggles softly, pressing a kiss to his lips and removing herself from his body, falling to the bed beside him, "we'll go for round two then."

thank you for reading if you managed to get this far! very thankful if you managed to make it to the end. george has such a special little place in my heart; i think it's split into four. my boyfriend has one, atv has the second, george has the third, arthur hill and chris can share the fourth... keep sending in your prompts/requests for arthur (and george!) and i'll slowly work my way through them during my days off from work and when i need a break from the locked in series. xx

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petrapalerno · 4 months

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✨Free Monster & Alien Smut✨

Hi, I'm Petra Palerno and write filthy otherworldly smut. I mostly dabble in novels but have recently decided to give erotic shorts a try here and on my patreon.

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TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, pregnancy, overstimulation, anal play, gagging and violence.

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A bubble babe is unknowingly dropped into a mysterious ocean by the Deenz transport ship. Lena, a tattoo artist from the twin cities, is sure she's going to die as the bubble she's in sinks deeper and deeper. She's rescued by Kitaico, a color shifting tentacled alien, and unknowingly takes his mating venom. She must cycle through heats all while trying to resist her attraction to Kitaico.

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Opal is trying her best in the Midwest after the sudden death of her parents. Everything comes to a crashing halt as she's abducted by aliens and forced to work as a human dancer for extraterrestrial enjoyment. A chance encounter with an alien prince while stuck in a traffic jam might just change the trajectory of Opal's new life in space.

✨All I Wanted Was To Become A Scientist But Now I've Got An Alien Boyfriend*

Book #2 in the Bubble Babes Series

“Sometimes I think it would have been easier if I hadn’t accepted the free shower at the hot alien’s apartment.”

☆JESSY

For the past few years, my life has kind of blown. On Earth, I dedicated my entire existence to science, even if my peers dismissed me as a pretty face. When I got abducted by aliens, I was forced to dance in a bubble for extra-terrestrial enjoyment.

I can’t get anyone to take me seriously even in space.

When I escaped by crashing my alien captor’s bus, Gra’eth saved me from drowning and even offered me a place to stay. He keeps telling people I’m his mate, even though I keep telling him the human word for what we are is roommates, but he refuses to say it that way. Sometimes I can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or serious—and for my very literal neurodivergent brain, that’s a big problem.

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I never expected to have to save Jessy, and I certainly never expected for this strange human to be my mate. Her idea of fun would be to take apart my data pad only to see if she could put it back together again, which sounds like torture to me.

I’ve convinced her to stay in my apartment as what she calls a roommate. The mating bond won’t let me let her leave, but humans can’t even feel it. I don’t know how to keep things friendly when just the smell of her hair is enough to send me into a mating frenzy.

I don’t want to make her uncomfortable, but I can’t keep fighting the pull of this bond. This little speckled human will be the death of me.

✨All I Wanted Was a Glass of Vino but an Alien Duke Kidnapped Me Instead *

Book #3 in the Bubble Babes Series

The Bubble Babe series continues in this standalone novel.

Will an aquatic alien duke be able to reconcile the fact that his fated mate is a small, mouthy, human woman who can't swim? Will that human be able to love him despite his scars and the fact that he's keeping her captive?

☆MARTA

The reality of being a mob boss' daughter is anything but glamorous, despite what one might think. In the absence of true freedom, my only companion was my loyal dog, Bruno. When he passed, I felt like my life had hit rock bottom. But when aliens abducted me from my pity party in a local wine bar, I realized how wrong I was. As if things couldn't get any worse, I woke up in an alien duke's closet, forced to rely on a giant alien pleasure toy as my only means of defense. All I know is that the gaudy duke can’t stand me…and the feeling is mutual.

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Throughout my dukedom, I have dedicated myself to restoring the fi'len species to their natural aquatic habitats. How in the goddess's name am I supposed to do that when this human is my mate? Despite her mouthiness, the tiny human cannot swim. Did that stop me from stealing her cryopod from a crashed ship and locking it in my closet? Absolutely not. I also didn’t expect her to wake up and demand answers, either. But I can’t expect my people to look at me to lead if a human stands beside me, despite how much my body burns for hers. The dilemma arises: should I prioritize the goddess's wishes or grant her the freedom she deserves, joining the other human refugees?

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kookslastbutton · 11 months

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Too Late to Dream ༓ jjk (m)┃ch. V

✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

Pairing: economics professor!jungkook x fem!artist!reader

AU/Genre: angst, smut, fluff, marriage au, age gap, series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 3,342

Warnings: 8-year age gap, mentions of professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), jk has milk obsession, oc injured, both lonely :(, mommy issues, lots of family drama/in-laws, fighting, pent-up issues/desires, jk has daddy issues, jk being good hubby to oc

Now Playing: Make It Right, Tryna Be, Infinity, It Will Rain, Heaven+

A/N: I've heard the requests and I think it's time to fulfill them–how did they get together?! Yes, it's here and I'm excited to finally share! Also, yes this took up whole chapter so a tiny break from present-day stuff but we'll be back at it next chapter. 💞

<< ch. IV ༓ ch. Vl >> | series masterlist

Before marrying you, Jungkook had the same routine. He got up, showered, brushed his teeth, put work clothes on, grabbed breakfast, and ran out the door with twenty minutes to spare. Trying to find a parking spot at 7 a.m. at the university was no joke and he had to leave early or some college kid would take the last spot and not think twice.

His night routine was similar. Jungkook finished the day between 5 and 6 pm, slowly regretting he ever agreed to teach evening classes. He’d kick off his shoes, eat dinner, grade some of his student’s papers if needed, brush his teeth again, and went to bed.

It was a constant cycle and with no one around, not even a pet, Jungkook’s life was fairly quiet and systematic. Sometimes his buddies would come over on the weekend for a couple of hours and that surely rocked his world.

But that wouldn’t happen often during the school season due to his ridiculously packed teaching schedule. The most recent person he’d hang around during those months was Taehyung and if he wasn’t free, Jungkook would spend his time at the grocery store–stocking up on milk.

4 years ago

“That was two weeks ago man,” Jungkook says, pushing a cart with five-gallon jugs of milk to his car. He’s on the phone with Taehyung who's reminiscing about the grand opening of the new art exhibit and how “lovely” it was to meet you there.

Jungkook doesn’t need reminding though.

He clearly remembers seeing you there and Taehyung happily making a complete fool of him once he found out who you were. Thankfully you hadn’t seemed to mind too much since you and Taehyung soon moved on to discuss various art theories, masterpieces, and underrepresented artists.

“You didn't have to stay y'know.” If Jungkook didn't know any better he'd think Taehyung was salty. "You could've left at 8 pm like you planned. __ and I would have been fine."

Jungkook winces hearing the man's argument. He did think about going home at 8, but it unsettled him to leave you alone with Taehyung. His colleague was enjoying himself a little too much that night and there’s no telling what he’d do or say when he’s overly comfortable.

Jungkook had to stay until you left.

"Are you kidding me? Leaving you unsupervised would've been the worst idea after all your endless blubbering." Jungkook pops the trunk of his car, stuffing the jugs of milk inside. "God knows what you'd scar __ with."

On the other line, Taehyung smirks through the speaker. "No, that's not it......you weren't going to leave me alone with a woman, an attractive one at that."

Jungkook grabs the last jug of milk, slamming it on the floorboard. "Student, and stop talking about her like that. She's my stu—"

"Say student one more time and I'm going to take all your milk and give it to Yoongi hyung's cats."

"I swear to god, Taehyung, if you touch my milk I'm never going to another art museum or wine tasting with you again." Jungkook is very protective of his dairy products.

"That's okay. I don't need you when __ says she'll be happy to go with me sometime." Smug bastard, Jungkook thinks. There's no way you said that.

"That's bull Taehy—"

"Look she's in her masters and is literally eight years younger than you. It's not that serious so stop acting like she's fresh out of high school. Besides, you said it yourself, she's not a child."

Jungkook grunts, shoving the cart into the others. "She's a young lady who happens to be enrolled in the school. As faculty, we have no business thinking or talking about her outside those terms."

"For fucksake, Kook. You always make things so complicated!" Taehyung's baritone voice cracks through the speaker. "I'm just trying to get you to admit that you're into her some way or another. How many other students have I stayed to talk to and you couldn't give a—"

Just then a loud, high-pitch screech interrupts the call. Jungkook whips his head around immediately. He doesn't spot anything at first but a string of profanities remains audible in the distance.

"Jungkook, are you okay?"

"Yeah, but someones screaming and I can't tell where it's coming from." Jungkook walks around the grocery parking lot, eyes darting left and right. "Oh shit!"

There, near the bus stop, you lay on your side with your right leg stretched out and blood running from your temple. You try getting up but you fall right back down, cursing sharply.

"Taehyung I gotta go, it's __. I don't know what happened but she's laying by the bus stop and I think she needs help!" Jungkook shuts his phone and races to where you lay. He kneels next to you with sheer horror on his face. "__, what happened? What can I do?"

"Damn college boys, Dr. Jeon," you spit, dragging your leg up as far as you can. You reach for your bag which had flung about a foot away when you crashed. "So fucking eager to get off the bus and—oh damn that hurts like a bitch!"

"What hurts?" Jungkook lunges forward to catch your torso from slamming on the hard concrete. "Stay still okay? We need to get you to the hospital."

"I'm all set, but thanks. It'll likely heal in a day."

Jungkook shakes his head and wraps an arm under your back and legs. "Can you put your arms around my neck?"

"Dr. Jeon, I appreciate what you're doing but I don't want to go to the hospital. Please."

You're serious. No trace of bluffing or even simply trying to act tough. You really don't want to go.

"You need to be checked by a doctor sweetheart," Jungkook insists. "Whatever happened has made it so you can't walk. C'mon, my car is nearby and I'll drive you over."

"No, wait!" He feels you push against his chest.

"__. I'm not leaving you without making sure you didn't break a bone or something. I don't want to make things worse but you don't look so hot right now. So please, let me take you." Jungkook lifts you up when you give a barely consenting yes.

"You sprained your ankle pretty bad hun." Dr. Kim Seokjin draws your attention to the X-ray scan. "Second degree." He points to the visual of your partially torn ligament. "There's going to be a lot of swelling so you're gonna need to stay off your foot for at least 4 weeks."

"Do I have to stay here?" is your first question.

"For the first couple of weeks, we strongly advise—yes." Dr. Kim moves on to the next X-ray scan. "You also cracked a rib which will also take about 4 weeks to heal, or more. Of course you're head has suffered a mild concussion as well but it's very mild thankfully." Dr. Kim catches sight of Jungkook next to you, staring at the scans. "You're wife's going to be okay," he says mid-diagnoses.

"We're not—" you start to say but Dr. Kim continues talking.

"Wife, girlfriend, lover, what have you. The point is, much of what we have here will recover with a month of rest, ice, and elevation." He takes a pen from his pocket and starts jotting down something on paper. "I recommend two weeks here for moderation purposes. If things look good, you finish the healing at home. Still, be careful though, no funny business."

The blank looks on both your faces tell Dr. Kim he wasn't clear enough. "Yah, my filters going to die with you two doe-eyed deer. No funny business means no sex!"

"Oh god!" You outburst, mortified by the thought. Jungkook whips his head to your slack-jawed expression. "Dr. Kim, it's not like that between us."

The older man suddenly zeros in on your professor, eyes narrowing slightly. "What's the matter son? Having trouble getting it up?"

Jungkook jolts in his seat, startled by the crass response. "I—no, what? There's nothing wrong with my—"

"We're not together!" You shout before Jungkook's sentence finishes. "We're friends." Saying that your professor brought you here sounded a little odd for some reason, especially when Dr. Kim was already convinced you two were a thing.

"Mhm sure, heard the same thing from my wife before we went off and eloped." Dr. Kim treads to the door. If he has a dime for how many times he's heard that "we're friends" bs he'd be...well, he's already rich so never mind. "Let's move on to something more productive now, like getting __ settled in a room. The sooner she starts the healing process, the sooner she can be good as new again."

"Thank you Dr. Kim," Jungkook says, slowly standing up to stroll you and your wheelchair out of the room. You didn't like it but the nurses insisted you be in one to keep pressure off your muscles.

"Yeah yeah." Dr. Kim waves him off. "Just remember what I said, no funny business. Especially here at the hospital. You don't know how many times I've heard the nurses catching their patients on top of one another at 2 am in the morning. That better not be you two, whoever you are to each other."

"Yes, doctor." You both reply, thankful of the fact that neither of you are in any position to be looking at each other.

"Is there any way I can be here for less than two weeks?" Jungkook watches as you plead with the nurse. It worries him that you're still anxious to avoid medical attention.

"I'm afraid not," the nurse says simply. "If you need anything, press the call button and I'll be in as soon as I can."

Once the nurse leaves, Jungkook pulls up a chair next to your bed. "Stupid question but how are you feeling?"

"I'm in an ankle brace, my rib burns, and my head is still dizzy. I'm trapped in the hospital for two weeks and all because a bunch of nineteen-year-old boys couldn't wait to hit up some frat party," you groan, not bearing in mind your tongue. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this Dr. Jeon."

"You didn't drag me into anything __. I'm glad I was there when this happened and I'm even more glad that you're here, getting help." Jungkook clears his throat before continuing. "Even if it isn't ideal for you."

You ignore the subtle pry for information. "Please, Dr. Jeon. You don't have to stay any longer. It's the weekend and I'm sure you have plans."

Jungkook gives a faint smile. "So, you're saying this is none of my business?"

"No, not—not at all. I mean if you want to stay then I guess you can but I don't want you to feel obligated or anything."

"I want to be here," Jungkook says simply. "But you know that's not what I meant. I'd like to know why it bothers you when anyone tries to help you...if I may."

"Just habit," you mumble quickly, averting eye-contact. It's not your professor's job to bear the weight of your problems.

Jungkook nods in reply, pretending you gave a satisfactory explanation. He wishes you'd tell him but if you didn't want to share more then that was your choice —he wasn't going to force you. "I understand." He grabs his phone from his pocket and rests his elbows on his knees. "Are you hungry?"

"Huh?" You look back at him, his question going right over your head.

"I asked if you're hungry. It's about dinner time so I can get you something if you want. I also have a bunch of milk in my trunk that needs to get to a fridge. But I can place the order now and pick it up in my way back here."

"Milk in your trunk?" Is the only words you repeat, dumbfounded. "Like chocolate milk or...?"

"Nah, Whole Milk." Jungkook grins at your scrunched up face. You try to hide it but not very well. "Don't look so disgusted. Milk is good for you."

"Yeah when you're ten years old."

"On the contrary!" You flinch when his voice rises, along with his eyebrows. "Milk has a lot of health benefits as adults. It has thirteen essential nutrients and helps maintain muscle and bone strength. I drink at least two full glasses a day, if not more."

"I'm sorry but that's nasty." You shudder at the thought of drinking milk in your twenties let alone your thirties. "You really enjoy it? The taste?"

"Yup, always have since a baby! Loved it so much that my mother-" You raise an eyebrow to which he abruptly switches topics. "Anyway, do you want me to pick you up something or no?"

You giggle, a little uncomfortable with whatever he was about to disclose to you.

"That's okay, no thanks."

"You sure? Otherwise I'm gonna be eating in front of you." Jungkook knows how this sounds — he's trying to force you to eat. But the truth is, he just doesn't want to eat by himself tonight. He also doesn't want to leave you alone this early, especially when you obviously detest being here, for whatever reason.

"I'm sure," you say. "But...if you want to come back you can. Not like I have anything to do anyway."

"Good then." Pleased, Jungkook opens up his phone contacts. "Give me you're number in case you change your mind while I'm out."

Over the next couple of weeks, Jungkook continues to stay by your side. He leaves to teach his classes of course and to go home late at night, but he stops by every day—hours at a time.

You keep insisting that he not come so much but he always makes the same excuses. "I just brought food" or "You're on my way home from the university". Sometimes he brings in class notes too.

Due to your current predicament, you're missing a lot of content so Jungkook thinks it best to go over key principles with you and takeaways from his lectures. He says it's his duty as a professor–never minding the fact that many of his other students are in a predicament of their own yet he’s not bothering to do jack for them.

"Look Dr. Jeon, I appreciate what you're doing but you really don't have to. I'll be perfectly alright to catch myself up from the textbook and study guides. You don't have to keep stopping by." You try again but Jungkook keeps his wall just as strong as yours.

"I know I don't have to __. I know that I could leave right now, take all these lecture notes home with me, and not feel guilty about a thing. But I told you I was going to be here and I'm going to keep to that no matter how many times you urge me to leave. I also want you to call me Jungkook outside class but have you allowed for any of those to happen?" Jungkook tosses the folder of notes in his sachel, a loud thump following. "A simple thank you would suffice."

"I am grateful, I really am. But I never asked to be given so much of your time. I feel bad because maybe you're just one of those overly nice people who feel it's their duty to stick around or what not when someone's in trouble. I don't need to be pitied over! Also, you said I could keep calling you the usual, so Dr. Jeon it will remain!" Why you're raising your voice, you don't know but it's happening either way.

"Yeah I did," Jungkook quips, matching your tone. "But after the last, nearly two weeks I think we ought to be on a first-name basis! And I'm in no way pitying you okay? I'm here because I care dammit! I don't want you to be alone and I don't want you to be behind in getting your Masters. So I' try to be be here every day for at least fifteen minutes if not more!"

You don't fully process what he says so you reply to what you remember most. "Why? Why can't I call you Dr. Jeon? It's been that way from the start, twice every week. So why do I need to call you Jungkook all a sudden?!"

"Because it makes me feel younger, you insulted my milk after I first took you to the hospital, we've been eating dinner almost every night since your injury, you told me about your childhood cat named Mr. Muttonbottom, and you just called me by my first name so there are no take backs! Now, if you're done making a fit, do you want bibimbap or jajangmyeon for dinner tonight?!"

What the actual hell? You cease your arguing at once, hearing your professor, or excuse you, Jungkook, all fluffed up. Obviously, you're not the only one high-strung over being stuck in the same routine day in, day out.

"Jajangmyeon...please," you mutter.

"Thank fuck," he swears. Yeah that's new too.

"Sorry for getting mad earlier." You mumble the words as soon as Jungkook returns with the food. "It just feels odd that you've been here all the time...you're my professor."

Jungkook mauls over your choice of words, stiffening ever so slightly. "Well, I'd like to think we're sorta friends now but alright. Does this actually bother you __? I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, you know that." He places the bag of take-out on the small desk near your bed.

"No, it's doesn't bother me." you just don't know how to react or what to say besides a measly thank you. More so, you don't want to make someone feel responsible for you...you should take care of your own shit without bringing others with you. It's not the best mindset, you're aware, but its the one you have.

"Okay good because to be completely transparent, I'm sorta here for me too. I live my myself, eat by myself, talk to myself....I do most things alone so it's nice having someone else to be around." He's not sure where to set his eyes, so he looks downward, fumbling with the napkins in front of him. "I'm making this awkward, sorry."

Feeling the strange need to offer comfort, you stretch a hand over Jungkook's arm. "I get it. It's nice having someone around too."

You and Jungkook hold each other's gaze for a few seconds more, letting the brief silence do the rest of the talking. Maybe you've been looking at this a little too one-sided.

"How are you feeling today? Any better?" Jungkook cracks open the bowl of Jajangmyeon, handing it to you with a pair of chopsticks.

You take the steamy food and gesture to your ankle which has swollen down a good amount. "Still more healing to be done but it's better."

Jungkook hums in approval. "That's comforting to hear. Dr. Kim going to discharge you soon?"

"Yeah, I think so. A few more days and he said I should be able to rest up at home."

"Really?" He chews on his bottom lip. "Well great, uhm , do you have stuff going on when you get back?"

You think a moment, trying to recollect if you made plans with Na-Rae. "Maybe some but not much. I don't have a ton of people around me right now either...down here I mean."

"Well, do you wanna go out to dinner then?" Jungkook pops the question more causal than expected. It's almost like he planned this or at least has been thinking about it for a bit. "We've been eating together for a while now and I think it might be a nice celebratory thing."

"Are you asking me on a date...Jungkook?" Because it defiantly sounds like he is, as indirect as it may be.

His reply is barely audible but you hear it and for the first time, your professor sounds truly timid. "Uh, well...let's go with "hang out", like friends do."

A/N: so yeah, thats how they got together 👀😅 anyone surprised? Thinking about a drabble for thier first date now haha. Anyway, next chapter we get back to present day stuff where more drama goes down. Also, adding a chapter bc this flashback took the whole chapter lol. Lmk your thoughts 💞

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spacedace · 6 months

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Fuck whatever DC is doing with the al Ghul's characterizations and story lines, I've decided that from now on the al Ghul's are gonna be DC's version of the Addams Family instead.

Now I don't mean just give the various al Ghul's the exact personalities of the various Addams and call it a day. That's boring, that erases all the interesting parts of the al Ghuls, that's just using "find & replace" and not actually adding anything. I mean give them the vibes of the Addams Family.

Keep the al Ghul's as the al Ghul's with all their scheming and machinations and world domination attempts but give them all the unhinged energy, the casually insane view of the world, the deranged levels of love and devotion for family. Make them that group where objectively they are batshit insane but also you cannot argue with the fact that they are indisputably the most stable and functional family in the entire universe.

They're creepy, they're kooky, they're mysterious and spooky. Ra's many opulent homes and impenetrable fortresses are a museum and the al Ghul's really are a screa-um whenever people come to see-um (or when they lay waste upon their enemies in a surprise attack that has been planned for months and is just the first domino in a series that will ultimately lead to achieving a far greater goal).

They all love each other and want each other to be happy, they express this primarily with stabbing and murder attempts (its fine, death is a thing that happens to other people).

And forget the League of Assassins being a cult. Just make the whole vast globe spanning organization a collection of cousins/aunts/uncles/dear old friends ect. No one (not even the al Ghuls, if they cared to keep track of such things) is sure who is actually related to them and who just got absorbed into the ever expanding family tree based on their vibes being right.

(Is Sensei Ra's father you ask? Well he's certainly someone's father - probably.

Anyway have you heard about Cousin Cheshire? Despicable poisoner of a young woman, capable of the most horrific things imaginable - yes she is the sweetest dear. Like I was saying though, she just had a baby!

Everyone in the family is just so excited to throw a baby shower to celebrate! Ubu has really gone all out with the spike traps, he does so love getting to welcome a new addition to the family.

Talia of course has cultivated a brand new strain of the most toxic plants imaginable to make a brand new kind of necrotizing poison. You know, as a nice little romantic gift for Cousin Cheshire and that young man of hers. It really is so important to make sure you take time for you and your partner to go on dates and have a few pitched battles to the death on dark rooftops in the pounding rain when you have children.

Now there is some to-do about it all of course, you know how family get together can be. Everyone is arguing over who should get to give little Lian her first weapon and what it should be. Nyssa is pushing for grenades but Ra's is insisting on a sword - he's traditional like that you know - but Dusan has the vote so far on throwing knives. You know the kind that have the little divots along the edges of the blades them to make it easier to get the poison you dip them in to stick.)

I'm just saying that the al Ghuls should be a delightful cross between the Bond Villains they were originally conceived as and the lovingly unhinged Addams Family. It just feels correct in my heart.

(Again keep the interesting aspects of the characters and the nuances of who each of them are like their drive to save the world through destroying humanity and their strong environmentalist leanings and their constantly playing 5D chess and everything, but like, take away the racism and the cartoonishly evil for no reason bullshit and give them some fun feral energy to go along with it).

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 10 months

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Can I please get a fluffy dad Pedro coming home to trader taking care of their sick baby?

It's been a hot minute since I've wrote for Pedrito. Felt good, so good!!

Snotty noses

Pedro was rather lost in his head as he made his way through the busy New York streets after yet another interview. He had declined so many of them towards the end of your pregnancy. Even more, once your baby girl was born. But his management was pressuring him now. He had to make an appearance. There were shows and movies of his that had to be promoted. Especially with him being the main lead.

But now all he felt was guilt because he must have dragged some virus back home last week. Causing you to fall ill slightly but most importantly making your newborn baby sick for the very first time. So to say that he felt like the most shit father ever now would be an understatement.

Pedro stopped at the little pharmacy not too far from your shared apartment to grab the medication you had asked for. Asking for extras of everything. Hating all the little syringes that would help the baby swallow the mixtures. His little angel. Unexpected and hardly planned but no less of a miracle. Truly, Pedro had given up on the idea of having kids. He wasn't in his youngest years. Plus his schedule was still so tight. He knew he would spend way too little time at home for his liking.

But you fell pregnant and he had sat on the bathroom floor for over an hour just started at all the positive tests with you. Happy tears running down his cheeks. Pedro never failed to remind you how thankful he was for this. For you choose to go through the rather ruth pregnancy. Being an absolute wander woman at birth. He loved you even more now and was smitten with the little girl you two had created.

Pedro unlocks the apartment door quietly just in case you two had managed to fall asleep. Dropping the pharmacy bad to the side he kicked off his shoes, quickly making his way towards the living room where he had left his two girls snuggled up in the morning. The fact that no baby was screaming made him hopeful that she was at least slightly better. Had to be, right? The doctor had said that by now she should be showing signs of getting better.

And what Pedro sees is you swaying softly, humming your tune as you no doubt are trying to make her fall asleep. But her tiny little hands are wildly grabbing around as she wiggles in your hands. You turn sideways slightly, jumping lightly at the sight of your partner.

"God, Pedro, I nearly had a heart attack...", you mutter letting your shoulders sag in relief. "Sorry, my love, just was trying to be quiet", he mutters quietly, taking you in. You're still in one of his shirts that you wore to bed. Hair messily pushed to the side. A part of Pedro knows that you hadn't had a shower or a moment to do something for yourself today and that makes him feel so guilty. "You sure succeeded in doing that", You breath out but now you're smiling up at him, "How did it all go?"

"In all honesty, I just wanted to go home. Don't like leaving you two like this", Pedro stepped closer, leaving a light kiss on your forehead, as he embraced you. Noting that your skin was noticeably less warm. "How's our bunny?", his eyes fall onto the little bundle, who's already looking up at their dad with big brown eyes, "How's my little girl? You're feeling any better?", he coos at her, earning a little gummy smile you two haven't seen in over a week.

"The fever is gone, she's mostly snotty", you hum in response, laying your hand down on Pedro's shoulder for a moment. "And you?", he asks within a heartbeat. Your silence says enough. And truthfully Pedro can only imagine what a toll this caused to your body. "I'll be fine", you mutter but Pedro is shaking his head. "Go take a long hot bath, I'll make you something to eat before the evening feed. The pills you asked for are on the entrance table", his words are soft, and caring, as he carefully takes the baby from your hands.

"I'm fine, P", you know that he's also just as tired. He had been taken most of the night feeds. Sure, you both had stayed up for most nights because you both were scared that you might miss something but still. More or less Pedro was the one getting out of bed to change dippers and picking up whatever you might need for a feed. "Don't, my love. You too deserve to take a breather", he gently rubs your upper arm, "I've got her. You go pamper yourself a little. Believe me, you'll feel much better". And of course, you knew that he was right. Sometimes even a little shower can make a huge difference when you're not feeling well. So with a quick kiss on your baby's cheek, you slip away into the bathroom.

Pedro quickly changes into more comfortable clothes while babbling to the rather active baby. He had forgotten how much he enjoyed watching her when she was so active and alert. The droopy, tired eyes had been cutting his heart for days now. Pedro gets the kettle for tea ready. Pulling out a pot of soup from the fridge to heat up once you're out. Already thinking about the sandwich he'll make to go alongside it.

But he finds himself on the sofa almost immediately. With the light weight of the baby pressing onto his chest. "Look at your snotty little nose", he coos, reaching out for the stuff to extract the mucus with and carefully wiping the area, "It must feel so frustrating, huh?" The baby only bubbles in return and Pedro finds himself nodding to the sound. Her curious gaze finds him. The deep chocolate eyes crinkle with a smile as she notices him. "You're happy to see me today? Did you miss me?", Pedro is smiling himself as he carefully runs his fingers over her cheek, "I've missed you too, baby girl. Never want to leave you and your mommy again".

A big yawn slips out of her lips. Pedro moves to rub her back with his palm. She doesn't break the eye contact, trying to stay up and look at her dad but her eyes are slowly betraying her. Pedro laughs a little, "Don't fight it, baby girl, Daddy will be right here when you wake up", he promises. She lets out a sigh. Nuzzling deeper into his chest. Pedro takes hold of her tiny first, placing a loving kiss onto it, letting her tiny finger grip onto him. She's out within seconds. The warmth of him mixed with the calming sound of her father's heartbeat is enough to make her settle in no time. Pedro smiles to himself. Allowing himself to just watch her. Soak up all of her tiny features and the love she can show even while being so small.

#Sunday blurb party 🎊#pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #joel miller x you #joel miller the last of us #joel miller x reader

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jake-kiszkas-smirk · 10 months

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Danny Wagner x Fem Reader x Fem OC

18+ only, minors dni

Warnings: explicit sexual content, threesome, unprotected sex, digital penetration (fem rec), oral (fem rec), pegging, dirty talk, mild cum play, choking if you squint? if I missed any please let me know 🖤

You were standing in the kitchen reluctantly washing the dishes when you heard the bathroom door open and the sound of soft footsteps padding down the hall. You had the brief thought of 'no way he showered that fast'.

"Babe," He said as he rounded the corner, looking down at his phone.

"hmm?"

"Did you subscribe to a new account?" Your movements stalled for a moment as you realized what he was asking.

Danny and you had started sharing an OnlyFans account ages ago. The both of you had decided neither of you really had anything to hide and that it could be fun. Except right now you felt your cheeks blushing and your pulse starting to pick up. You HAD subscribed to a new account and a small naive part of you just thought Danny wouldn't notice. He stopped next to you and held the phone where you could see it, as if you didn't know exactly what he was talking about.

"Daniel, were you about to have fun in the shower without me?" You turned off the sink and turned to face him, crossing your arms and leaning against the counter.

He gave you an odd look, tilting his head and almost glaring, and then the smirk appeared,

"Don't deflect y/n," He moved closer, looking down his nose at you, "Did you subscribe to this account?"

You chewed on the inside of your lip as you tried to hold his stare.

"I did." You admitted as you moved to walk past him, grabbing a towel to wipe the kitchen counter, trying desperately to act as if you aren't overthinking about how he's going to react. "Is that a problem?"

"No, of course not" He's following behind you and you can see him scrolling through the account, "It's just...I wasn't expecting it"

Facing away from him you grinned at the inquisitive tone of his voice, glancing over your shoulder to see him adjusting himself beneath his gym shorts.

"How did I not know you were into this?" He riddled out loud to himself more than you, "I mean, I've always heard women like watching other women in porn but-I just have never heard you talk about it"

You finally stopped trying to distract him and yourself and sat on the kitchen counter.

"You want the truth?" You said as he leaned on the counter across from you, finally looking away from his phone.

"Please, enlighten me" You felt your cheeks heating again under his gaze, feeling much more on the spot now.

"I didn't know how into it I was until recently." You shrugged your shoulders, looking away as you toyed with the hem of your shorts. He walked over slowly and stood between your legs, rubbing his big hands up and down your thighs,

"So I'm guessing that you've never been with a woman before then?" He asked,

"Nope" You replied plainly. He stayed quiet for a moment nodding his head as you watched the gears turn behind his eyes,

"Is that....something you want?" You mistake his shy tone for insecurity and immediately begin to reassure him,

"What? No! Danny you give me everything I need, I would never-" You're rambling and waving your hands defensively when he catches them both and cuts you off

"Y/n," He giggles softly, "Baby thats not what I meant,"

You're completely lost now so you wait for him to speak again, trying hard to read his thoughts

"I meant," He paused, sighing like he always did when he tried to choose his words carefully, "Is that something you'd like to explore, with me?"

Your face must have twisted in even more confusion because he giggled again, letting his head fall to your shoulder. He placed a quick kiss on your neck as he stood back up,

"Y/n, I'm asking if you want to have a threesome" He finally said.

"Oh" you knew your eyes went wide as you looked at him. He waited patiently as you considered. You had to admit to yourself that you'd thought about this before, but never really thought it would be on the table. There were multiple reasons it just didn't seem plausible. You wondered if you'd even be into seeing Danny with another woman, or if it would make your stomach twist in jealousy. You stayed with that thought for a moment, and quickly reminded yourself that Daniel only had eyes for you, and he'd proved it time and time again. "I- who would we even chose?"

"So thats a yes?" he teased as he leaned forward to kiss your cheek,

"It's a maybe" You paused as he gripped your hips and tugged you closer, moving his kisses to your jaw, "What if I get jealous? What if you get jealous?"

"You know how solid we are," He said confidently, "I don't think any of that will be an issue."

"Ok, back to my first question, who?" You tried to stay focused as he sucked marks on your neck, clearly already riled up over the mere thought of this happening

"I'm not sure," He stopped his attack on your neck, "Whats your type?"

"I-I don't know" You didn't know,

"Ok, well" He pulled his phone from his pocket, "What do you like about her?" He clicked on a video from the new account you'd followed, pointing to the creator as the video played.

The volume on his phone wasn't that loud but you could still hear the moans of the two women coming from the speaker, but your eyes stayed on the brunette with the lush curves.

Danny's mouth was on you again as he waited for your response, his hands getting more and more explorative as you subtly bucked your hips against him,

"She-she," You stuttered, "She is just sweet, and sometimes a little silly, and I like that."

He pulled away and gave you a 'come on now' look with a quirked brow,

"Ok, ok, she has great tits and a nice ass too" You rolled your eyes playfully, "And she sounds so, so, pretty."

"Hmm not as pretty as you" Danny lifted you from the counter and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he headed for the bathroom,

"Oh, NOW I get to be part of you shower time fun?" you teased, wiggling a bit against his erection for good measure

"Hush," He laughed, landing a brisk smack against your ass as he closed the bathroom door.

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"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" Danny asked as you slid into the booth next to him. It was date night and he'd insisted on coming to your favorite sushi place. He brought your interlaced hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles while he waited for your response,

"Beautiful, stunning, pretty," You smiled as his lips twitched up at the corners, "You're going to run out of adjectives Daniel." You'd worn a simple dress tonight, the real treat underneath, but still Danny showered you in compliments.

"I'll still never stop telling you" He said plainly as he tucked you under his arm and began to scan the menu.

"And I'll never get tired of hearing it" You pecked a quick kiss to his cheek and then scanned the menu with him.

You had just placed your order when you heard the little bell above the door ring. You and Danny always made it a point to sit facing the door, being avid people watchers. When you looked up you were not expecting who you saw.

"Babe" You gasped, shaking his forearm and subtly motioning with your head towards the door, "Look who it is"

Standing by the hostess was the woman that only a week ago had prompted that conversation with Danny. She was even prettier in person. He looked in the direction of the door and then raised his hand, waving at her.

"Oh my-stop what are you doing!" You snapped under your breath. You dared a look back in her direction and felt your face drain of color and your heart start to race as she approached the table.

"Danny?" She asked as she stopped next to the booth. Your palms grew sweaty as you shyly looked between her and your boyfriend, trying desperately to fill in the information you were clearly missing.

"Thats me, here have a seat" He beamed as she sat across the table from the both of you, not failing to see your reaction.

"Nice to finally meet you in person, I'm Britt" she reached across the table and shook his hand before turning to you expectantly.

"Oh-I, I'm Y/n." you cleared your throat. You had a death grip on Danny's leg under the table conveying a 'what the fuck is happening, I'm going to kill you' squeeze as she got comfortable in her seat. "I'm sorry, I just wasn't aware anyone was joining us for dinner tonight"

"Would you like anything to eat or drink?" Danny offered, "It's on us"

"Are you sure? Thats really not necessary" she replied. She had a soft confidence about her that intimidated the fuck out of you.

"We insist, anything you want" Danny assured her as he sat back and put his arm around you. He was completely relaxed, and you were on the verge of panic. After sitting in silence while she chose her item and ordered you finally spoke up,

"I'm sorry, not to be rude but what is going on" You needed to know or the anxiety would keep eating away at you. Britt looked at Danny, knowing it wasn't her job to explain anything right now.

"Last week after our conversation in the kitchen, I figured it couldn't hurt to try and reach out to Britt with a proposition." his nonchalant shrug accompanying his statement made you want to smack him.

"And you just thought not telling me was cool?" You said, not concerned with the third person at the table witnessing your annoyance,

"I wanted it to be a surprise" He grinned devilishly. He just liked seeing you squirm and you knew it.

"I told him that I would come to dinner but that I'm only down for the sex if you are comfortable with it, I don't want you to feel pressured into anything" Britt said, offering you a soft smile.

This all felt like so much, you stared blankly as you tried to organize your racing thoughts

"How about you think about it? We can eat dinner, have a few drinks, and re-assess later?" Britt suggested.

"Please" You huffed a nervous laugh and relaxed a little.

Danny waved over the waiter and the three of you ordered some drinks. You talked about random mundane things for a bit but then wandered into more explicit territory as the night progressed. You ended up discussing everyone's hard limits, establishing a safeword, and getting most of your concerns and questions addressed. You discovered that she had already discussed and agreed to discretion regarding Danny which was one of your biggest concerns.

"Alright, I'm in" You finally mustered up the courage to say. Mentally you'd been down since she walked in the door, you just needed to voice it.

After covering the bill and texting Britt the address Danny and you headed towards your car. You had both only had one drink and had been at the restaurant talking long enough that you were both safe to drive. Upon pulling out of the parking lot Danny looked to you, placing his hand on your thigh,

"Are you mad?"

"I'm irritated you didn't tell me, but I'm not mad" You answered truthfully,

"I'm sorry, that really wasn't my intention, I was trying to be spontaneous" he rubbed his thumb in slow circles over your skin as he spoke. You nodded letting him know silently that it was ok, "You're just being so quiet?"

"I'm nervous" You said as you reached down and placed your hand over his.

"I thought you got all your questions answered?" He said, just trying to clarify,

"I did, but that doesn't mean I'm not still nervous babe." You turned to look out the window, "I have never done stuff with a woman before, and thats really intimidating, I don't want to look dumb,"

"Y/n, " He cooed, "You're not going to look dumb. You told her at the sushi place that this is something you've never done, that we've never done, she knows that."

A heavy sigh left your chest, "Ok,"

"Listen, I'll be there the whole time, if I see you freeze I'll jump in and teach you, how's that?"

"Teach me?" you gave him and intrigued look. Briefly you let your mind wander to the thought of him watching you and her...and it excited you.

"Yeah, I'd say I'm qualified" He smirked. You playfully smacked his shoulder with a laugh, "No but seriously, I got you, don't worry."

The rest of the short drive home was silent, but you could feel the excitement like electricity in the air. Upon stepping foot into the house you immediately headed towards the kitchen,

"I need a drink" You said as you opened the cabinet to grab a glass.

"Why don't you pour us all one and I'll get things set up in the bedroom?" Danny suggested as he began to head down the hallway.

You take out 3 glasses, putting a generous shot of tequila in each one. Setting them all on a tray you are making your way to the bedroom when you hear the doorbell. Taking a steadying breath you make your way to the door. Upon opening the door Britt offers you a sweet smile, but there is something sultry there as well. She glances past you and then leans forward slightly,

"Are you sure you want to do this? If not I can just say I changed my mind,"

You smiled at her kindness, and felt yourself calm just a bit more.

"I do want this, I promise." You stepped out of the way and handed her a glass, "I'm just a little timid is all"

"Don't be nervous on my account," She downed her glass of tequila, "I'm here to show you a good time, just have fun."

You nod shyly and lead her to the bedroom where Danny is moving about the room. He's turned on the lamps on both nightstands that give the room a soft amber glow. The smell of your favorite incense is filling the air. Upon your eyes second pass of the room they land on your beloved strap. When you look back to Danny his eyes meet yours and he gives you a little wink. Suddenly your mind is wandering through the possibilities. The strap had been brought up at the restaurant. Britt had asked if she needed to bring one and Danny had easily offered up the information that you already had one. She had raised both her brows in surprise and then grinned before taking a sip of her drink. The fact that she had brought it up told you she wanted that tonight, but the cheeky look Danny just gave you had you wondering if he'd want it tonight as well.

That thought heated your skin and had you already getting wet, just thinking about him seeing you fuck Britt and how needy he might get, wanting the same treatment.

The clattering of a glass being placed down pulls you from your thoughts and brings you back to the man looking down at you. It was only now that you realized he shed his shirt at some point, and was now standing close as he took your hand,

"How do you wanna play this, y/n?"

"I-I don't know.." You said honestly, looking between him and Britt.

"Can I make a suggestion?" Britt stepped in,

"Please" You sighed with a small laugh,

"You two get started, act like I'm not here, and when I'll eventually join in when I think it's the right time, hows that?"

"I think I can work with that" Danny grins as he pulls you a little closer,

"Perfect, I'm going to run off to the bathroom for a sec, is that it?" She points to the door and you give her a quick nod as Danny begins walking you backwards to the bed, clearly ready to get things moving. You watch her walk away and close the door when Danny hooks a finger under your chin and turns your attention to him,

"Hey" He says, his nose brushing against yours

"Hey" You reply as his hands find your thighs, sneaking higher and higher under your dress,

"How're you doing, baby?" He's ghosting his lips over yours as he checks in,

"I'm good," You whisper your reply,

"Good," He kisses you, soft and slow, "Can we take this off?" He is gathering your dress around your waist,

"Mhmm" You hum against his lips. He steps back to pull it over your head and then he's staring at you with dark eyes as he takes in the matching set you'd worn underneath the dress. It's simple and dainty set, a light lavender color. The material is sheer except for some embroidery flowers covering your nipples. The panties are completely sheer with a small cut out at the base of your spine adorned with a tiny bow.

You take this time to unbutton his pants, letting them fall to the floor, leaving him in his snug boxer briefs that don't leave much to the imagination.

"Oh, baby..." He groans, pressing his body to yours as you wrap your arms around his neck, "She's not gonna know what hit her when she sees you"

You feel yourself blush and then you're falling back onto the bed, Danny crawling up and settling next to you. The front of his body is pressed to the side of yours as he dips his head down, capturing your lips in a ravenous kiss you weren't expecting. You whimpered and arched into his touch as he groped your breast. You could feel his hardness against your hip and you reached down, palming him through the thin material. This only spurred him on, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, sliding it against yours as his hand toyed with your nipple though the sheer material.

You were so lost in Daniel and his touch that a small gasp left you at the sensation of the mattress dipping next to you. Within seconds her warm body was against your other side. You feel her hand, so much smaller than Danny's running up and down your hip, and then you feel her lips on your neck. Your breathing picks up and you moan into Danny's kiss. Everything already felt so good, her lips were so soft, and Danny's hands were roaming over your body. With your free hand you blindly reach back, wanting to touch Britt. Your hand landed on the inside of her plush thigh, and she scooted closer. The way she was kissing your neck, the way her tongue smoothed over it and she sucked at your pulse point, fuck you needed to kiss her. You took the leap, breaking your kiss with Danny and turning towards Britt. Caressing her face, you brought her lips to yours.

The first kiss was experimental, cautious and slow. She was letting you take the lead, and it set a fire within you. Your hand slipped from her face and tangled in her hair as you kissed her harder. You heard her whimper against your lips and it made your inhibitions begin to fade away. You needed to be closer, immediately. You turned on your side to face her, pressing her back against the mattress. You heard Danny briefly mourn the loss of contact before he was pressed against your back, kissing and touching you where he could as you savored the woman beneath you. Britt's hands were on you as well, holding you close and grabbing at your ass as she arched into you. Unwilling to let your kisses stifle her moans any longer you break the kiss, moving to her neck. Her one stipulation was that no marks were left on her, you didn't realize how hard that would be until now, when all you wanted to do was suck pretty purple marks into her neck.

You felt her hand move between your bodies and you sucked in a breath as she harshly pulled the black lace of her bra down to reveal her hardened nipple. You groaned, letting your forehead fall to her chest as you saw the metal bar going through the rosy flesh. How could you forget about the piercings,

"For fucks sake" You murmur against her sternum, "How do you keep getting hotter" her and Danny both giggle. Britt's laugh is cut short as you latch your mouth onto her sensitive peak.

"God your mouth feels good" She sighs, head falling back against the pillow. The more she compliments you and your antics the more confident you feel about moving forward. In your peripherals you see her rubbing her thighs together, cueing you to snake your hand down the curves of her body. Kissing her abdomen you timidly rub her through her panties. You can feel that they are soaked and clinging to her. Biting your bottom lip your kisses stall and your eyes stay fixed on your hand. You are suddenly anxious again at the thought of approaching uncharted territory for you.

"May I?" You hear, and look to see Danny had at some point crawled off the bed and was holding each side of Britt's panties.

"Mhmm" she nods, "Please"

You look up at him with gratitude and he just gives you a knowing smile. After Danny removes the material he pulls you down the bed a little and positions himself back behind you. Your face is now even with Britts groin and Danny has his chin resting on your shoulder. She boldly lets her legs fall open,

"Look how wet you've already made her baby," He's talking so quiet you know Britt probably can't hear, but she doesn't seem to mind. "Do you want to touch her?"

"Yes" You huff out quietly, your heart hammering in your chest,

"Do it," He urges you, "I'm right here, and I'm sure Britt can tell you what she likes"

"I'm enjoying watching you two navigate it" She grins, "Endearing in the hottest way"

You and Danny both give her a playful glare and then your eyes go back to her heat.

"Fuck, come on, touch her" Danny rasps against your jaw, "I wanna see you with your fingers in her cunt" His words have stunned you, but you love when he talks like this.

Hesitantly you reach forward and run your fingers through her slick, gathering some of the wetness there and gliding back up to circle her clit. She writhes under the touch and is rocking her hips, trying to coax your hand lower. You move your hand lower, and once again your movements stall. Within seconds his hand is there, and you follow his lead. He places his hand over yours, lining up your fingers with his and sandwiching your hand between his and Britts entrance.

"Middle finger" He whispers, "I'll show you"

The breath is ripped from your lungs when he slowly presses his middle finger and yours into Britt. You relax your hand and allow his finger to guide yours.

"Oh my god," Britt moans as she realizes what is happening.

"Now, move your finger like this" Danny curls his and your finger, slowly pumping them in and out. You're watching this unfold, your fingers slipping in and out of her together, and it might be the death of you. "You feel her clenching around your fingers like that?" He asks as he pulls his hand away, "That means she's close"

"He's right," She rushes out, gripping the sheets beneath her, "Please make me cum"

You remove your finger, only to press back into her with your middle and ring finger. You feel something against your lips and open your mouth when you realize its Danny's hand, offering you the finger he just removed from Britt that is coated in her slick.

"How's she taste baby?" he hums as you suck his finger.

"So good" You mumble around the digit, and its the truth. You need more.

Danny removed his finger from your mouth and his hand travels down your body to between your legs. He pushes your panties to the side and then his deft fingers are circling your clit. He groans as he starts rutting his hips against your ass, watching as you continue to finger Britt. Her taste is still on your lips but it's not enough. Leaning forward the best you can with Danny's arms around you, you lower your mouth to her clit, lapping over it and massaging it with your tongue.

Britt cries out her legs start to tremble, "Fuck, yes-"

"You hear all those pretty sounds she's making for you?" Danny praises, "You're doing so good, keep going, just like that"

The louder Britt gets the harder Danny is rubbing your clit. You feel yourself starting to get overwhelmed, the pleasure from his fingers clouding your focus on Britt, making it hard to keep a rhythm. You remove your mouth from her,

"Babe," you turn your head and he's there, kissing your jaw "You gotta stop, I-I can't focus with you doing that"

With a snicker he removes his hand from your heat.

"Fuck me" in unison you and Danny look to Britt, "I'm so close but I want you to fuck me"

Danny's chest rumbles against you back, "I don't think I'm going to survive seeing this"

He gets up from behind you, helping you stand and then handing you the strap. As you secure the straps you take a moment to take in the view. Britt is on her back with her legs spread, one hand draped over her stomach and the other fidgeting with the sheets as her dark eyes watch your form. Danny his slipped out of his briefs and had climbed on the bed next to Britt, laying on his back with a hand behind his head and the other wrapped around his leaking cock. When he catches you staring he gives you a devilish smile

"Comfortable?" You tease him as you climb over Britt,

"Absolutely" He reaches forward and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, "I want a front row seat for this"

You roll your eyes and look down your body to line up your strap with Britt's entrance with shaky hands when she suddenly grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into a sloppy kiss,

"You're doing amazing" she said as she relaxes back against the pillow. You bit your lip, blushing again as you refocused your attention on sliding the strap into her, advancing it slowly,

"Don't let her fool you Britt," You heard Danny say, his hand steadily stroking his dick, "This is the one thing that isn't new to her," You're thrusting your hips slowly, giving Danny a side eye as you bend to kiss Britt's chest, "Come on baby, give it to her, fuck her like you fuck me"

You give him a scandalized look, pausing to see if you heard him correctly. He's not even looking at you, his eyes are on where you and Britt's bodies meet.

"What he said" Britt urges you on, giving an eager nod.

She doesn't have to tell you twice. You sit back on your knees, hooking your arms under Britt's thighs and pulling her towards you and lifting her ass slightly off the bed. She's much lighter than Danny and you're enjoying being able to toss her around a bit. Holding her legs you begin thrusting into her faster and harder. Her mouth falls open and her hands jump into action, toying with her own nipple piercings as you pound into her.

"Goddamn Y/n, you're a vision" his voice is strained as he pumps his hand faster,

"Rub her clit" You command abruptly, becoming breathless for more reasons than one. You look down, letting spit fall from your mouth onto her bundle of nerves "I want to watch her cum"

Danny follows your order, reaching over with his free hand and moving his fingers in tight circles. You watch the bright purple cock sliding in and out of her, and you are hypnotized by it. You feel Britt's legs tense in your hands as she get's close.

"Don't stop, don't stop!" she rushes out as her eyes roll back and a string of moans flow from her lips. You take it in the way she writhes and gasps, she looks absolutely incredible. You slow your movements and Danny pulls back his hand as she comes down from her high. Removing yourself from Britt you carefully you lower her back to the bed and move to pepper her chest with kisses as she catches her breath. You feel a hand on your arm and look to Danny,

"Baby," He pauses for a second "I thought I was gonna be able to just watch tonight...but after seeing you fuck her..." He grabs you and flips, pinning you to the mattress and running his teeth over your neck before nipping at your earlobe, "I want you cock too" he whispers.

It sends a shiver through you,

"Yeah? Right now?" You reach down and wrap your hand around his length, giving it a squeeze. He hisses into your ear through his teeth,

"Yes, right now." He reaches to the side table and grabs a wipe, using it to wipe down your strap. "Wanna ride you while she rides your face" His eyes flick to yours, no doubt committing the look on your face to memory.

Your clit is throbbing and your panties are drenched, but who are you to deny Daniel. That plus the thought of getting to taste Britt again...

"Is that something you want to-" Britt started

"Yes!" you all collectively smile at your enthusiastic answer. You aren't sure where to look as Danny spreads lube over your strap and Britt begins to crawl over you.

"You two are kinky" Britt smirks as she looks between the two of you,

"That we are" you agree. You reach up, holding Britts hips as she positions herself above your face. You feel the bed dip on either side of your body as Danny places his knees on the mattress, straddling you. You wondered for a second why Britt hadn't sat on your face yet, but your question was answered when they lowered themselves in unison. Fuckers.

Danny's glorious moan fills your ears as it mingles with Britt's higher pitched one. You flatten your tongue, letting Britt fuck herself against it as your fingertips dig into her hips. You groan against her as you feel Danny grab your boobs, steadying himself as he slowly rocks his hips back and forth.

"Y/n, your mouth is.." she trails off as she braces herself on the headboard, "You're a lucky man Wagner"

"I-I'm aware" He stutters out, "god, don't talk about her mouth, I'm already too close"

You release Britt with one hand and reach to Daniel, placing your hand on his leg, just wanting to feel closer to him for a moment. He briefly places his hand over it in acceptance of the loving touch before placing his hand back on your chest. His movements speed up and as if they share a brain so do Britt's.

Everything sounds a little muffled with her thighs one either side of your head, but you can hear both of them voicing their impending ends. You think you could die happy right now with Britt cumming on your tongue and Danny's hot release painting your stomach, listening to them sing your praises as they come undone.

You’re in a lust induced daze as they both topple off of you, Danny to one side and Britt to the other. Your eyes slowly blink open as you lick your lips. Looking down you see Danny and Britt sharing a scheming look before they both move into action,

“Are you having a good time pretty girl?” Britt questions as she moves to settle between your legs. You nod, watching in quiet anticipation to see what they are up to. “Good,” she kisses the inside of your thigh as she works to undo the straps around your hips.

“You’ve spoiled us baby,” Danny is suddenly in your line of sight, licking his cum off your stomach, keeping it on his tongue as he reaches your lips. He presses his tongue into your mouth with an obscene kiss. You can taste them both in this moment, and it’s heavenly, “now let us spoil you.”

“Please,” you whimper between kisses, vaguely aware of your panties being dragged down your legs “I’m so-“

Your words are cut off as Britt wraps her lips around your clit without warning. You cling to Danny as she sucks and swirls her tongue over you. Putting one are behind your head he props your head up, forcing you to watch Britt going down on you,

Her eyes are set on you, occasionally they roll and her eyes flutter shut like you’re the best thing she’s ever tasted. She’s already dragging you under, every movement calculated and intentional. Danny’s hand moves up your chest and settles loosely around your throat and jaw, turning your attention to him,

“Show her how pretty you are when you cum, she’ll love it baby” he tightens his grip slightly and places feather light kisses to your cheeks as your hands instinctively tangle into Britt’s hair, “fuck, even I’m getting hard again just looking at you”

“I- close- I’m gonna-“ your voice comes out in broken moans. Britt is humming against you as you cum, pleased with her effect on you. You feel like your whole body is shaking as it crashes into you,

“That’s my girl, so sweet coming for her aren’t you?” Danny admires as he watches you. He’s not really asking, he just takes every chance he can to praise you, and you love him for it.

You slowly but surely come back to earth, drawn back by Danny’s soft touches and gentle kisses. Britt lifts herself from the bed, placing one more kiss on your thigh, catching her breath as well. After a few minutes of basking in the afterglow Britt slowly rises, silently heading to the bathroom.

“Britt,” Danny calls, getting her attention, “if you’d like to stay I have the guest room set up for you,”.

“Are you sure?” She asks as she appears around the corner now holding her bag

“Of course” I reply, “Help yourself to anything in the fridge as well, just lock the door behind you when you leave”

“Sounds good, thank you” she briefly climbs back on the bed and kisses you on the cheek, “thanks for the invite you two, I had fun” she winks and then she’s off and headed down the hallway, closing the door behind her.

You and Danny both look to each other at the same time, both bursting into a quiet fit of giggles, wrapped in each others arms

“Who are we?” You quip and the both of you laugh harder.

“I’m not sure” he teases back, laughter dying out as he studies your face, “but did you like it?”

“I did,” you kiss his lips softly, caressing his face and lightly scratching it with the pads of your fingers, “thank you for this,”

“Anytime,” he playfully wiggles his eyebrows at you and then with a shriek from you he’s pulling you in his arms and standing from the bed. “Now, let’s get cleaned up so we can hit the hay”

“Sounds perfect,” you lean against him as he heads into the bathroom, and you can’t stop smiling and thinking about just how lucky you are.

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xhoneygirlxx · 10 months

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Woman

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

summary: all the phases of your relationship with Eddie. Based off of the song 'Woman' by Mumford and Sons.

warnings: reader and Eddie are both in their 20's. talks of bad upbringings, bad relationships, reader gets cheated on. swearing, fluff, angst, smut. 18+ MINORS DNI. if there are any grammar errors, no there's not :) the ending feels rushed so lets not talk about it.

a/n: hi guys i'm honey and this is the first time I've written something since I was 15. I'm not new to this fandom but this page is, so I hope to write more things over time. Please be kind to me or else I'll cry.

The golden rays of the sun filter in from the open window, cascading a pretty glow into the bedroom. A gentle breeze flits through the room, carrying the songs from the birds in the trees. Eddie’s not too sure what time it is, how long he’s been awake, or if he even fell asleep, all he knows is he’s been staring at you. He knows how creepy it might be to do so, he just can’t help it. How beautiful you look shimmering in the morning sunlight like some sort of religious being, a true picture of a goddess laid beside him - his own personal Aphrodite. He marvels at you like you’re a painting on the ceiling of the Sistine chapel. His eyes trace over your features, soaking them all up so he can remember you like this for the rest of his life. Everything about you is perfect, a statue carved from marble by Michelangelo himself.

He’s intoxicated by the scent of you, the vanilla soap you used the night before when you took a shower after work, filling his nose with every breath he takes. His fingertips slowly drag along your skin as he maps out the slope of your body. His touch is featherlight, too worried that his calloused fingerprints will ruin the softness of your skin. He always wonders how you manage to be so soft all year round, albeit knowing you always moisturize, he likes to think it’s all you and not some expensive ass lotion.

Your hair is a bit messy from being tossed and turned on all night, and yet it has never looked so perfect to him, he would never mention it to you knowing you’d scoff in disagreement. Every once and a while, your eyebrows pull together or your lips twitch. He likes to think you’re dreaming of him.

Eddie is one hundred percent sure that if it wasn’t for the steady rise and fall of your chest and the soft snores falling from your lips anchoring him to the bed, he'd ascend into the clouds above. Eddie Munson is not a religious man, but he thanks whatever God is up above for sending an angel like you to him. He never understood the people who hand out pamphlets about religions, devoting their whole being for their God, but now he does because he’d do it for you. The poor son of a bitch would build churches and museums in your honor, scream from rooftops, move mountains, and ultimately sacrifice himself for you. Even if it’s sacrilegious to pray to a statue of you, he’d do it every day and night, asking for salvation. No, he wasn’t a religious person but for you, he would be.

From the time Eddie was born, the cards that were dealt to him were just unfair. His mom and dad never loved each other, always screaming and fighting every day creating a war zone instead of a household. After his mom left and his dad was shipped off to prison, his Uncle Wayne took him in. Although he and the older man loved one another, they never really said it, only ever showing it by doing little things for each other. Every father’s day he’d save up money from doing odd jobs around the trailer park to get Wayne a new mug. Wayne always picked up new patches for Eddie to sew on to his clothes or guitar strings anytime he had the extra cash. It was unspoken but they knew they loved one another like father and son.

When he got to high school, girls never looked his way and if they did they never wanted to keep him. Doing whatever they could for a deal on some bud and leaving. It became a routine for the metalhead, he’d get off, they’d get cheaper weed, and they’d go their separate ways. Eddie knew he was disposable and that was fine with him. Hell he was used to it by now, his parents didn’t want him, the girls at school and the hideout didn’t want him either, but he had Wayne and his friends. That's all he needed. Until he met you.

It was a shitty September day, the kind of shitty where it’s nothing but gray clouds and no hint of the sun. Leaves had started to die away, slowly falling one by one just to be picked up and whirled around by the wind. The chill of the air started to colder by the time Eddie had left work. If the weather wasn’t miserable enough, the customers he’d dealt with definitely were. One by one they crept into the shop, complaining about popped tires and arguing over wait times. Also, it didn't help that the garage was getting colder with the changing weather. No matter how many layers he wore, it never subdued the throbbing pains in his back and knees. Yeah he had a pretty shitty day but it wasn’t something a new book and a cold one would fix. When he approached the small bookstore on Main Street, he could feel the relief wash over him. Making his way over to the new release section, he picked up what he had been looking for.

He was busy reading the back cover of the book to notice you walking down the aisle. To be fair, you should have been paying more attention to where you were going, but the books in your hands had your attention, stopping you from seeing the cute man that you were close to coming in contact with. With a loud thud, your bodies collide causing you to drop the books you’d been holding. Eddie immediately bent down, picking up what had been dropped, too busy apologizing for being in the way to even see who he was speaking to. Then he heard your voice, so saccharine and smooth it knocked his breath from his chest. Finally moving his gaze to you, he was blinded by the light you had brought in. To this day he jokes about it, telling you how you’re the personification of the sun on a cloudy day. He’s sure he made a fool out of himself with the way he tripped over his words and blushed too hard any time you spoke. It didn’t matter though, because you’d giggle and he’d redden more and more. That day Eddie left the bookstore with his new book and your number clutched in his palm.

September 20th, 1987, that was your first date and that date would be seared into Eddie’s brain for the rest of his life. He called you earlier that week asking if you’d want to get coffee, and you were quick to agree. Never being on time for anything in life, Eddie made sure to arrive twenty minutes before you planned on meeting. To say he was nervous would be an overstatement, he was a god forsaken mess. Knees shaking with every passing second, palms sweating from pure anxiety. Ever the gentleman, he ordered you a coffee, something the barista had whipped up after he told them he didn’t know what you liked. Taking a seat near the window, he instantly regretted guessing your order. God what if she doesn’t like it? What even was it? Cinnamon, caramel, peanut? Oh Jesus, you were probably allergic to nuts. Good going Munson, you just killed your date, he thought to himself.

Before he could throw the drink away, the bell above the door chimed. When he looked up, he swore the gates of heaven opened up. The pretty white dress you wore swayed with the small breeze that followed behind you. You’d look heaven sent. When your eyes met his, you lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree, a big smile etched on your face to prove it. You were so pretty and it made his heart beat out of his chest. He’s sure he looked like a total goof, like a giant puppy excited to see their owner coming home. All the thoughts he had in his brain, the opening line he had thought up to say to you, had all been thrown out the window.

By the time you had made it to him, he had been standing up. Before you could reach for a hug or handshake, his arm shot out with the cup of coffee he had bought you, the same one he was about to throw away twenty seconds ago.

“I um, I got you a coffee.” His cheeks turned pink as he handed you the cup. Then all the thoughts of your possible nut allergy came back. “It’s cinnamon caramel peanut or something. If you don’t like it I can get you a new one.” You laughed and he didn’t care if it was at him or with him, because he would do anything to hear it again.

“It’s perfect, thank you.” You smiled again. “It’s a cinnamon dolce latte, by the way.” He tilted his head in confusion, wondering how on earth you knew that. When you turned your cup to show the black sharpie, he dipped his head in pure embarrassment but then you giggled again and he didn’t feel as bad.

The two of you sat in the corner by the window for what felt like hours, talking about anything and everything. Eddie told you about his job at Frank’s garage, about his friends and uncle Wayne. The metalhead turned bashful when he mentioned his D&D group, but he was quickly relieved when you told him how cool you thought it was, always wanting to play yourself as a kid but your brother never wanted to teach you how. He told you about his sweetheart and his band, how he used to think he’d be a rockstar one day. With every little detail he told about himself, you looked at him with such adoration and it made his heart squeeze.

He sat and listened as you told your story about packing up your car and leaving your old life behind. You needed a new start you told him, one where you could truly be happy. Once you’d gotten here, you found a cozy little house on Biel Street. Apparently the man who sold it to you, is the nephew of the woman who runs the floral shop in town. Within a week you’d gotten the job. It was definitely a change up from your old life, switching out pencil skirts and kitten heels for your office job to jeans and sneakers for your new laid back one. City life was definitely different from the small town you’d chosen but it’s what you needed.

You’d recently ended a two year relationship with your shitty ex and even if it didn’t seem rational at the time, you quit your job and moved on. He didn’t push much on the topic of your ex and neither did you but you made sure to reassure him that you were over the whole situation. Eddie learned that you had a brother living in Chicago and your parents had long moved to Florida after they retired. The metal head made sure to make mental notes of every single thing you told him. How you won’t talk in the morning until you have a sip of coffee, how you like to annotate your books even if it’s frowned upon by others, and that you hope to get a cat one day.

He walked you to your car that night, even though it was twelve feet away from his own. The look in your eyes was the same way he felt, neither of you wanted to leave. Trying to drag out the minutes as long as you could, you leaned against your car door fiddling with the sleeves of your cream colored sweater.

“I had a really good time Eddie,” sincerity dripping from your words. You looked so stunning standing there, highlighted by the moon and glow of the street lights.

“I did too,” blush creeping up from his neck to his cheeks, “I hope I’m not being too forward, but would you like to go out again sometime?” He hoped you didn’t hear the nervousness in his words.

“Yeah,” you said sweetly, “I’d really like that.” You beamed up at him and he was a goner.

That night, you kissed him.

No drug could give him the same high the way your lips on his did. On the drive home, his cheeks ached from how much he grinned. When he got into bed that night, he stared up at the ceiling forcing his brain to play out the events over and over again.

“She kissed me.”

The heat coming from the Harrington’s fire pit wraps the backyard in a blanket of warmth, beating off the nipping bite of the mid October breeze. The sky above is clear of any clouds to hide the small twinkle of the stars, the moon hanging high above the backyard. The leaves fall from the trees in red, orange, and brown piles. You and Eddie had been seeing each other almost every other day since that first date. It had been a month to be exact, not like Eddie was counting the days or anything.

For the past couple of weeks, you had been the discussion of every conversation he had with his friends. They wanted to know when they’d get to meet you, if you guys were officially dating, what you were like. Honestly, he kicked himself the first time he brought you up because he knew there would be thousands of questions to follow. Eddie knew that it was because they cared for him, wanting to make sure that whoever he had been seeing had their seal of approval.

So when Steve mentioned having a bonfire last weekend, he knew it was a secret ploy to meet you. You talked about wanting to meet his friends, yet he was terrified at the idea of you meeting the gaggle of idiots. Dustin would probably bring up some embarrassing memories, like how he shot coke out of his nose at lunch that one time. It made his head spin with every embarrassing thing that he’s ever done in his life, all the things that would pop in his head at random times that made him full body cringe.

The minute he brought it up to you though, you jumped up and down excited that you’d finally get to meet them. He knew he couldn’t say no to you, especially when you had that look of giddiness. Eyes big with elation, infectious smile, clapping your hands together, kind of excitement. God, he could never say no to you.

Now you’re here and you can’t be any happier. Eddie stands across from you, separated by the dancing flames of the fire. He’s standing with a beer in his hand, the story that Robin and Steve are telling becomes background noise. He’s honed in on you, on the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh. Max and El are talking to you about something he can’t hear, whatever it is you’re drinking it right up. Butterflies dance in his stomach at the sight of you. You’re enjoying the people that Eddie enjoys, and it fills him with so much pride. His favorite people are getting along, all in the same space. If his nine year old self could see this backyard right now, he’d be blown away. Everyone here cares for him, and he cares for them, something that he never thought he would have.

“It’s kind of creepy to stare ya know,” Steve’s voice cuts through Eddie’s internal monologue. The long haired man takes a swig of his beer trying to pretend like he didn’t just get caught like a child with their hand in the cookie jar.

“I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about man,” he mutters out. Avoiding any eye contact with the people in front of him, taking interest in the sight of his scuffed up reeboks.

“Oh man, Munson’s got it bad,” Robin butts in. Heat from embarrassment creeps up Eddie’s face. He hopes no one notices, ready to blame it on the warmth of the fire beside them.

“Guys stop it,” Nancy chimes in, “I think it’s sweet.” The brunette sends him a small smile. The metal head sends her one back in a small thank you.

“Never thought I’d see Eddie Munson have heart eyes over a girl,” Robin mumbles over her red solo cup. Dustin nods in agreement.

“Yeah it’s kind of gross, to be honest.”

“Shut it, Henderson,” Eddie hissed, “besides, there’s nothing wrong with having heart eyes for my girl.”

He looks over the group and he’s met with silence and wide eyed stares. Raising an eyebrow, he turns to see what’s caused everyone to suddenly shut the hell up. When he turns his body, he goes rigid with the sight of you. When did you get over here, you were just talking to the girls on the side of the fire. He wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole. He just called you his girl and you weren’t even boyfriend/girlfriend yet, at least you never officially talked about it. He can’t read you and it’s scaring the ever living shit out of him.

After what feels like an eternity, he sees it. The way your eyes glitter, how you're biting on your lower lip fighting off the impending grin that’s due to break out on your face. Your arms wrap around his body, and you snuggle into him. His heart starts to beat again, this time it feels like it’s beating too fast.

It doesn’t take long for the group to move on to another conversation, slowly forgetting the awkward pause that just happened. Eddie’s mind races, scrambling to find the words to say. It doesn’t matter because you’re speaking before he can.

“I like that,” your voice is soft when you say it, yet he can still hear it. He glances down at you and you’re already craning your neck to meet his brown eyes.

“Yeah? And what’s that?” He’s surprised how cool he’s being for someone who just embarrassed himself in front of a whole group of people.

“Being your girl.”

After making it official, Eddie pondered the thought of you meeting Wayne. He knew it needed to happen, he just didn’t know how to go about it. This was all new to Eddie, he never had a girlfriend so he never had to worry about this kind of thing. So for the past week he practiced how to go about asking you, reassuring you it was okay to say no if you thought it was too much too soon. He had the perfect plan, he’d ask you when you were having movie night at your place, casually bring it up over dinner, and go from there. It was a good plan, but Eddie is an idiot and he can’t help but fumble when he’s around you. His palms were sweating and his knee bounced at an obnoxious rate, if you noticed you never mentioned it. He doesn’t even realize he said anything until your chewing stopped, going completely wide-eyed. The first thing he thinks of doing is running, bolting for your front door leaving you in the dust, but then you kiss him. All the anxiety leaves his body the minute it happens.

At first he thought it would be simple, invite his uncle over next weekend and order take out for the three of you. Then you scoffed, telling him you would die before you would have his uncle eating take out when you had a perfectly good stove. That whole week, you’d call him after work asking what his uncle liked and disliked, if he had any allergies or personal preferences. Out of the pair of you, you were more enthusiastic about the whole thing, and it made his worry subside. However, your enthusiasm slowly became overthinking every small detail.

Music blasted on your radio, loud enough he could hear from behind your front door. When you failed to answer the knocking after a minute or two, he let himself in. That’s when he found you standing on tiptoes, feather duster in hand, reaching for the picture frames on the mantle hanging above your tv. Your hair was pulled up into a bun, frizzy and damp from sweat. Your shirt sleeves were rolled up to your elbows and one of the legs of your sweatpants had been awkwardly pulled up higher on your calf than the other. Your usually clean apartment looked even more sterile now, walls looked brighter, and the air smelled even more clean than before. When you had called him earlier to ask if he was still staying the night, you mentioned that you had taken the day off to have a personal day. He thought maybe you’d relax or go shopping, he did not imagine you taking the day off to sit and clean every square inch of your house.

Leaning on the door frame, he took this time to quietly admire you. The way you sang the words of whatever Madonna song was playing, how your hips swing to the music, how you wipe your brow every once and a while when a sweat bead drips down. He can’t help but feel giddy when he watches you, heart growing bigger and bigger, like the grinch, with every second that passes. He wants to pinch himself sometimes because he is so lucky that he has you. You’re so fucking beautiful and you chose him, even though you could have anyone you wanted, you still chose him.

You jump almost ten feet in the air like some cartoon the minute you notice his presence. It makes him laugh and you clutch your heart trying to catch your breath.

“Babe, what the hell? You gave me a heart attack,” you walk over to your stereo, turning it down to an acceptable level. You set your duster down on your coffee table and make your way over to him. Rolling down your sleeves and trying to push down all the frizziness of your hair, he takes notice that you're shy, like he’s not supposed to see you like this.

“Sorry baby, I knocked but you had that god awful music playing,” there’s no real malice behind his statement. He makes his way over to you, making sure to take his shoes off first. He pulls you into a hug, relishing the way his face fits in your neck. “Hi baby,” his voice vibrates off of your skin. You're the first to pull away and he misses your warmth.

“As much as I want to hug you, I’m a disgusting mess,” you complain.

“Ex-cuuuse me, ma’am, but you are no such thing,” he gasps, placing a palm over his heart acting as if you wounded him. His little act pulls a snort from you and it makes him beam.

“What’s all this anyway,” he questions, “Don’t tell me you did all this work when you took the day off.”

You shrug your shoulders, trying your hardest not to look too bashful, “I wanted to clean for Sunday. Ya know, make a good first impression on your uncle.” His chest swells with pride at the thought of you doing all this just because you’re meeting his uncle.

“My sweet girl,” he coos, “You didn’t have to do all this. Your house is already spotless as it is.” Your face rests in his palms, your shoulders dropping with ease at the action.

“I just want it to be perfect,” you whisper and he melts. If he was being honest, he could cry over the whole thing. No one, especially a girl, has ever done something so thoughtful for him. The last time a girl has ever done anything relatively nice for him, was in sixth grade when Stacey Leannski gave him a pencil when he forgot his.

He grins, shaking his wild curls, “Babe, I can assure you that Wayne is going to love you, washed walls or not. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to curl up on that lovely couch of yours and watch Grease for the millionth time,” He jokes, you roll your eyes swatting at him. You agree, but only after you take a quick shower to rid yourself of the sweat and grime of the day. He accepts, telling you he’d order pizza while he waits.

Now showered and pizza devoured, the empty box sitting on your table to prove it, you two sit in the glow of the television in front of you. You’re sitting side by side, head resting on his shoulder, your attention on the movie. He feels overwhelmed by you, you're taking over all of his senses and he’s not sure how to handle it. The scent of whatever you used in the shower floods his nose, the heat of your body burning into his side, the softness of your bare legs on his, it’s all too much and he feels like he’s going to explode.

Eddie isn’t a virgin, far from it, so he knows what it’s like to burn with that desire, leaving your house after heavy makeout sessions, foot to the floorboard racing to get home to take care of the situation in his pants. Albeit not having sex yet, which he was one hundred percent fine with, he definitely felt aroused by you. Christ, you were the face of all his fantasies when he was in the comfort of his own home, hands down his pants, your name falling from his lips in quiet chants. This wasn’t that feeling at all, this was something completely different and it terrifies him.

He’s shaken from his train of thoughts when he notices the weight of your head on his shoulder is gone. He turns his attention to you, you’re all bright smiles watching Frankie Avalon serenade Frenchie. His eyes fall to your lips as you mouth the words, plump and pretty enough for him to kiss you. The illumination from the tv falls around in a halo like way, hair still damp from your shower, your shirt two sizes too big, you look ethereal like this. For a second the world goes quiet, time seems to pause, it feels like it’s just the two of you, and that’s all that matters to him at this very moment. That familiar ache returns, this time it’s stronger. The beat of his heart is erratic, the sound muffled in his ears like there's big clumps of cotton in them. His breath hitches, and his eyes bug out with realization. This isn’t an overwhelming feeling of arousal, oh no, that’s not what this is.

This feeling is you, picking and carving away at his heart, hollowing out a spot for yourself. This is you pouring yourself into his veins, circulating yourself through his bloodstream. This is you squeezing the air out of his lungs, sucking it right out of him for yourself. This feeling is you branding yourself on his soul, leaving your mark on him for the rest of his natural born life.

That night, he didn't get any sleep. He’s too busy with the feeling of your body pressed to him, the warmth of you seeping into his skin. Even with the heaviness of his eyes he can’t seem to shut off his mind, too busy thinking about how in love he is with you. He’s not sure when he’ll tell you this, but he hopes when he does, you feel the same way.

Eddie was going to jump into the nearest traffic if he had to spend one more second in the grocery store. The lights were starting to get too bright, the music a little too loud, and he swears it wasn’t as packed in the store when you got here - which was like an hour ago, but who’s counting. He wanted to say something, he really did, but when he gazes over at you he can’t bring himself to burst your bubble. Your bottom lip sits between your teeth while you hold two different cans of vegetables in your hand, eyes bouncing back and forth between the two labels. You looked so adorable standing there, it almost makes him forget about wasting his whole Sunday morning there. Almost.

“Baby,” he coos, “Just pick one, yeah? I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Ringed hands wrap around your waist, pulling you into him as he rests his head on top of your own. You sigh, pulling your body away from his, too soon for his liking.

“I know you said your uncle doesn’t like green beans but I’ve never made a stew with peas before. I mean I know you can use both, I just, I don’t know,” you ramble, pouting your bottom lip out and it takes everything in not to kiss you stupid.

“Wayne is a grown man, he can pick around them,” Eddie reassures you. He spots the look of hesitation on your face. Before you can argue your next point to him, he wraps his arms around your waist once again. “I promise you, he will love it no matter what. Now stop worrying that pretty little head of yours and let's get a show on the road, I have a hot date to get to,” He bops your nose and you blush. “There she is,” he says, “There’s my girl.”

“Okay but,” you put more emphasis on the last word, “If he hates it, I’m blaming you,” You playfully scowl at him. Placing the can into the cart, Eddie grins at you in victory, “That’s okay babe, I can handle the old man for ya.” You roll your eyes at him and he pretends like he doesn’t see the small crack of a smile growing on your face.

Eddie was right, like he knew he would be, Wayne loved your cooking and even better, he loved you. Wasn’t so shocking to be honest, you’re a wonderful person and everyone you meet instantly falls in love with you because of it.

The air of the night is a lot cooler than before, the sky much darker now that the sun had been replaced with the moon. The store bag filled with leftovers you packed for Wayne, rustled in the wind. The two men make their way to the truck, even though Wayne told his nephew multiple times he did not need to be walked out, the younger man ignored him and followed him out anyway. Not much is said between the two, Eddie overthinking what he would say to Wayne. Obviously he knew he needed to thank him, not only for coming, but for not embarrassing him.

“I just wanted to uh, thank you. Ya know, for coming over and stuff. Really ‘ppreciate it.” He fidgets with his rings. Eddie’s not sure why he’s so awkward saying a simple thank you, this was the man who raised him for heaven’s sake.

“ ‘re welcome kid,” Wayne gruffs out. Reaching for the handle on his truck, he places the bag of food on the bench inside. There’s another small pause as he reaches into the pocket of his old scuffed up carhartt jacket, pulling out his pack of reds.

“You love ‘er don’t cha?” He lights the cigarette that sits between his lips, taking a long drag and letting out a small cloud of smoke. The question makes Eddie’s eye’s bulge out of his head. He’s a blubbering mess, tripping over his own words not knowing what to say. His cheeks burn harder when his uncle chuckles.

“I taught ya well son,” Wayne slapped his hand on his shoulder, “treat her right, ya hear? She’s too good of a girl, don’t wanna see you breakin’ her heart.” Eddie nodded dumbly to Wayne's words.

While Eddie makes his way back into your home, he mulls over what the hell just happened, he just got the shovel talk from his own uncle. When he opens the door, he’s met with the sight of you. You’re standing at the sink, that adorable little dress you wear moving with you has you sway back and forth, humming a tune. His uncle's words ring out in his head. There was no way he would ever break your heart, he knows he never could.

The colder weather of winter makes its way across Hawkins, leaving trails of snow in its path. As cold seeps into your home, so does Eddie’s things. His shampoo bottles, deodorant, some of his clothes residing in the space in your drawers and closet that you’d left for him. He hadn’t officially moved in, it just seemed easier if he left some clothes over when he’d stay the night.

Your limbs tangle beneath the fortress of blankets that lay on top of you. Hushed voices and quiet laughter fill the room, like two small children sharing secrets at a sleepover. Eddie savors the feeling of your fingertips tracing lines onto his skin.

“Did I ever tell you the full story of why I moved?” You keep your attention to the tattoo that sits on his chest. He answers with a shake of his head, muttering no. Eddie knew the story you told him was a half assed attempt at pushing the subject away and he was never going to push you for the real reason, knowing one day you would do it when you were comfortable enough.

You take a deep breath, readying yourself for what is to come. “Well, as you know I have an older brother. My parents, they were really big with supporting him, ya know? Like they were always going to his baseball games, pouring all the attention on him.” You force yourself not to meet Eddie’s gaze, opting to trace random things on his exposed chest.

“He’s the golden child, the apple of their eyes, and then there’s me. I wasn’t anything special, just kinda there. Anyway, they were never really worried about me because as they said, I always had the option of marrying rich,” a dry laugh escapes your throat, “While my brother, he had something going for him. He was a star baseball player, and they knew he’d make it big. But then he got injured and couldn’t play anymore.”

“When my brother decided to work for an engineering company in Chicago, my parents felt like there was nothing left for them to do, so they retired and packed their shit. They just left me there, and it hurt for a while, I mean I was out of school by that point but still. The idea of them not wanting to stay for me, that shit fucked with me.”

Before he knows it, the light blue pillow case that sits under your head is now stained dark blue with your tears. Eddie’s seen you cry before, just last week you cried while watching The Breakfast Club, but this was not the same thing. Fat, heavy tear drops, rolling down your face, snot leaking from your nose, kind of crying. The sight itself makes his own chest constrict and all he wants to do is wrap you up in the biggest hug.

“I ended up getting a really good job at this company in the city. I was so proud of myself too, I was making a lot of money, and I had my own place. I ended up meeting Paul, my ex, at the bar one night. He was charming, handsome, and dressed well, so I thought he was safe. It was good for a while, really it was but looking back it was so bad, Eds. Like you wouldn’t believe the shit I put up with, but yeah I found out he was using some of the money I had hidden to buy his girlfriend gifts. That was only part of it but that was the straw that broke the camel's back, I guess. Anyway, I found out when I found him fucking her in his bed and the next day, I packed my shit and left. God, I guess you do end up like your parents after all, huh?”

When your eyes meet, the flood you had been holding back finally breaks. Without a second thought, he’s holding onto you as you sob into his neck. You never told him the full story on Paul, but what you did tell him, he wanted to find the guy and beat the piss out of him. The idea of someone, let alone your own parents treating you the way they did breaks his heart. He wishes he could take the pain away from you, he’d carry the weight of it on his own back if he had to.

Eddie’s not sure what to say or if you even want him to say anything, so he doesn’t. His hand pets the top of your head, soothing you, like a mother does to her baby. A flashback pops into his own head, him as a child in his bed, crying because his parents fought again. The memory of his mom coming in and rocking him, the way he’s doing now, easing his tears with a slow song. So he does the same for you.

Slowly, the vice grip you had on him eases up, and your sobs reduce to small hiccups. He doesn’t stop until he hears your breath even out. When he’s sure you're sleeping, he takes a second to appreciate you, for bearing your soul to him, removing the barriers that blocked him out. He vows to himself that night, that he will protect you from anything and everything for as long as you both live.

The glow of the Christmas tree lights reflect off of the living room window. Outside, small flurries rain down, coating the ground in layers of white. The scent of hot chocolate and cinnamon fill the small living room. It looked like an elf had thrown up everything jolly in your home, littering every square inch in something holiday themed.

Eddie wasn’t a big holiday kind of guy, never really having a reason to go all out for them when it was just him and Wayne. He thought you were going to have an aneurysm when he told you, with the way your face twisted up. You were quick to tell him that you’d be more than happy to have him over to celebrate, have his uncle join in the morning, and then meet up at Steve’s to have dinner with the group. Eddie wasn’t too thrilled on the idea, not because he didn’t want to spend it with you, but because he knew he wouldn’t be able to afford a bunch of gifts. Albeit you reassured him that you didn’t want anything, he couldn’t help but feel like you were lying to make him feel better. It wasn’t until he realized that you were not doing this just for him but you were doing it for both of the lost childhood you had, he agreed.

The two of you sit across from each other by the tree. Small boxes and bags hid underneath the fake branches, sitting pretty in the light of the colorful bulbs that hang. The uneasy feeling settles in his stomach when he looks at them. The amount of gifts that sit with your name doesn’t hold a candle to all the things that sit underneath for him. It was decided that you’d pick gifts out for each other and open them at the same time. Doubt fills his brain, but it’s quickly shut off when he sees you with the box he placed in your hands. You shake the small box back and forth, tongue poking out in concentration trying to figure out what could be underneath the paper.

Over the next few minutes boxes and bags are passed back and forth, paper ripped to shreds, and piled of gifts surround the both of you.

Beside you sit your pile of opened presents. The Cure’s ‘Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me’ album, a pack of colorful fuzzy socks, your favorite candy, a new mug with a black cat painted on it, Fannie Flags novel ‘Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe’, along with highlighters and new pens for annotating.

Eddie’s pile isn’t as neat as yours, all haphazardly thrown next to him with care. A pack of new socks because he never seems to have one's without holes, a pair of new work boots, a new Metallica band shirt, a sketchbook and pencils for his D&D doodles, a bottle of Calvin Klein’s ‘Obsession for Men’, Anthrax ‘Among the Living’ album, and a pack of guitar picks.

“These are perfect, thank you baby.” A dimpled smile appears on Eddie’s cheeks. Leaning over to reach you, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“You’re welcome. I love everything you got me. I promise not to finish my book too fast.” You joke. There’s a sense of pride written on your face. He’s not sure why he was so nervous for this, when he’d get to see you like this, truly like a kid on Christmas morning.

He can’t relish in the feeling too long, when he sees you grabbing a hidden present from under the tree. You hand him the small box, the red ribbon mocking him from where it sits in his hands.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t have to get me anything else, I thought we said-” before he can finish, you tut his response away, waving your hands for him to stop. “Shush, it’s nothing big I promise. Now open it.” He can’t refuse when you look at him like that, cheshire grin shining brightly at him.

He pulls the ribbon off, letting it slowly fall to the floor. Opening the box, he’s met with a golden shine. A key sitting in a bed of tissue paper, confusion is written on his face when he pulls it from its place, the box falling to the floor with a small thump. When he looks up at you, the once confident look you had is now replaced with a meek expression.

“I just thought, ya know since you’re here all the time it’d make sense for you to have your own. I just want you to have it in case I’m not here or something.” Your statement trails off. Before you know it, he’s tackling you in a hug. Wet sloppy kisses are placed on your face and you swat at him, giggling telling him to stop.

“This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever given me, you know that?” He’s hovering over you. You beam up at him, wrapping your finger around one of his curls.

“You say that, but you still haven’t gotten your last gift.” You tease and he sits up, letting you up from your position on the floor.

Standing up, you hold your hand out to him. As you pull him along to your room, his heart is in his throat. He burns with embarrassment, feeling like an asshole because you’ve gone above and beyond for him and he has nothing for you in return. When you make it to your room, you gently push him on the edge of your bed, making him sit down. You nudge your way in between his legs, craning your neck down to meet his eyes. Before he knows it, the giant sleep shirt you were wearing is now on the floor, leaving you in the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

You stand there, red lace hugging your body, every curve he’s dreamed of seeing, are now in arms reach. He’s sure he looks like an idiot, drool falling from his mouth, Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat. You were such a sight to see, standing there, shy as can be, looking like a wet dream.

“You can touch me, Eds.” It takes him a minute to realize what you just said to him. He slowly lets his hand reach out from you, tracing the intricate detailing the lingerie that sits on your body.

Standing to full height, he kisses you, so soft and slow. When you reach your hand down to brush over the front of his groin, it picks up a notch. Gnashing teeth and tongue, he feels like a feral animal and if he doesn’t do something soon, he’s going to bust in his pants like a teenager. He takes his time laying you down on the bed, too scared that you might break if he goes any faster. The clothes he wears are starting to become too suffocating, constricting his every movement. His clothes are off in a flash, sitting next to yours on the hardwood floor.

Eddie thinks he’s lost his goddamn mind, he must be having a realistic wet dream or something, because there is no way on earth this is happening. He’s waited for this moment for the past two months, imagining every single detail, but nothing would prepare him for the real thing. He’s hovering above, looking down at his perfect girl, wrapped in the prettiest dainty ribbon of sorts. Eyes going crazy trying to get every single detail memorized, scars, birthmarks, dimples - he wants to learn it by heart.

“ You‘re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” He doesn’t just say it because you’re half naked underneath him. He says it because you are the most beautiful woman he’s ever had the pleasure of meeting. No playboy model, no random hook up, no groupie could hold a candle to the beauty you have.

“You’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen,” You look up at him through your lashes, puffy red lips stretched into that Colgate smile he loves so much.

He wants to hold those words with him for the rest of his life, lock them away for safekeeping. You have no idea what you do to him, how much you mean to him. You’ve dug your way into his life, flipping it completely upside down, and unlocking a side to him he never knew he had.

“I’m so fucking in love with you, sweetheart.” It’s out there, piercing the air like bullets from a starting pistol. Eddie’s the most vulnerable he’s ever been, giving you his heart on a silver platter. You’ve got him in the palm of your hand, able to crush his soul at any moment.

Reaching your hand up, you cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb along his cheek. He’s bracing himself for rejection, ready to tuck tail and run, but it never comes.

“Good, because I’m so fucking in love with you, Eddie Munson.” His eyes search your face, waiting to hear you tell him it was all a joke. He doesn’t, instead he sees you, just as vulnerable as him. Just two scared people of being hurt, letting their guard down, opening up themselves in the most raw way.

“You’ll still love me in the morning?”

“Always.”

For the first time in his life, he makes love - hands cradled together, foreheads touching, sweet nothings being shared. He doesn’t even notice when he starts crying, not until you wipe away the tears staining his cheek. He would be embarrassed but this is you, the girl who’s stolen his heart and invaded his whole life. When it’s over, you hold him, whispering sweet praises to the metal head.

When the morning light peaks through your curtains, you’re still there, holding onto him like you did when you fell asleep. You didn’t leave, didn’t regret the words that were shared between the two of you. Your promise rings in his head - always.

The bitter cold of March couldn’t beat the icy atmosphere in the car. No matter how many times Eddie called your name you refused to answer, turning your body more and more towards the window. Eddie knew something happened, he just didn’t know what. The night started off fine, meeting with friends to get food and drinks, big laughs and stories passed back and forth at the table. At some point something happened and you weren’t laughing anymore. Your big smile and bright eyes are replaced with a look he’s never seen before. He tried to get you to talk, begging you to just say something, only to be met with a scoff and crossed arms.

Pulling up to your house, you didn’t even wait for him to shut off the car to exit the car, slamming the door hard enough to make Eddie flinch in his seat. He wanted to puke, he hated this, he hated that he didn’t know what was making you so angry and he hated that he didn’t know how to fix it. Releasing a big puff of air, he follows you inside where he’s met with more slamming doors.

He doesn’t want to bombard you, so he decides to wait in the kitchen, where he starts to pace back and forth. He feels like he’s eight years old again after the first time he’d ever gotten in trouble at school, sitting outside the principal’s office in one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs, watching the clock go by as he waits to be called back. Although he’d get used to the feeling over time, he would never forget that first time, the way it felt when his stomach knotted up, shaky hands and trembling legs.

He hears the familiar click of the bathroom door open and he freezes, your figure ascends down the hallway, shuffling your feet along the wooden floors. Your hair you spent hours on styling to perfection is now thrown into a bun, your mascara now leaving black streaks on your face from crying, the outfit you took forever to pick out is now replaced with a pair of sweatpants and an old shirt.

Eddie watches as you reach for a glass from your cabinet, filling it with water from your faucet. At that moment he thinks it’s better if he keeps distance by staying in his corner of the kitchen, not wanting to approach you and scare you off. Screaming and yelling, that’s what he’s used to, standing in the middle of the battle front, dodging bullets left and right. Hurtful words being spat, so sharp and full of toxins, ready to leave scars after all the dust settles.

Silence, that was the real killer. It was the calm before the storm, the thickness in the air that made it harder and harder to breathe. It’d sneak up behind you, wrapping its hands around your throat, and slowly squeezing the oxygen out of your lungs. It was the uneasy feeling you get right before you head into the woods at night. It was able to sweep the rug out from under you, pulling you further and further into the darkness to no point of return.

He wants to say the right thing to you, he wants to mend the damage that’s been done, wrap you up in bandages and make it all better. He wants to pull you into shelter from the storm going on inside your brain, to hold on to you for dear life so that you don’t get sucked up in the twister of your thoughts. It’s written all over your face, the hurt, the anger, it’s all there for him to read - like a clue being left behind for him to find. There’s a war starting up inside of you, he can see the smoke signals from here, calling out for help. He wants to break in and stop it from happening, but he can’t - the brick wall that he worked endlessly at to break, is now back up again. This time it’s harder to tear down.

Although he’s never been the first in the firing line, Eddie’s armed and ready for the first hit. It feels like one of those western movies his uncle Wayne used to watch - two cowboys, guns drawn, ready to fire any second. The biggest showdown known to man is happening right here, in the small yellow kitchen of your home. There would be no shoot out this time, no knife-like words to leave damage, no wounds to heal. This time, you’re the first to put your gun down, wave your white flag in surrender.

You don’t tell him you hate him, you don’t tell him to get out and to never come back, you simply hug him. It throws him for a loop, the ticking time bomb that stood before him, defusing itself right before his very eyes. The rain that clouded over him is now washed out by the chirps of the birds, sun pushing its way to be seen once again. There is no fight to be won anymore, there is no mass destruction left in the wake of battle, left to be cleaned for another day.

He can feel the shaking of your body, vibrating with the cries you muffle in his shirt. The situation might be over, but you are still wounded from before, begging for some kind of mercy.

“Baby, you gotta tell me what’s wrong. Tell me how to fix it.” He can smell the hair spray that sits on your hair, from where his nose rests. His big hand soothing you, rubbing over the cotton shirt that drapes your back. He means the words he says to you, he wants you to let him in again.

Your answer is hard to understand, obscured by the fabric of his shirt where you’ve shoved your face to hide.

“Sweetheart, you gotta speak up so I can hear you,” He coos at you. His sweet tone coaxes you out from your hiding spot. Pulling your face from the comfort of his chest, you peer up at him.

“Please don’t leave me.” It sounds so dejecting when it falls from your lips, like you're begging him with everything in you. It breaks his heart to see you like this.

There’s some parts of your brain that Eddie hasn’t explored yet. The darkest corners of your mind, so dark you’d need a flashlight, decorated in dust and cobwebs. All the secrets you’ve yet to reveal to him, filed away, locked behind a door - the key thrown somewhere for him to find. Eddie knows there’s parts of you that you don’t want him to see, too scared he’d criticize you the way people before him did. That was the thing though, he never would, no matter how scary or fucked up you thought you were.

“Honey, I’m not going to leave you, okay? S’just - I need you to tell me what’s going on, tell me what happened.” He’s pleading with you, trying to pull it out of you. Whether it gets him any further or not, it doesn’t matter, he just wants you to see he’s trying, trying for you.

“Will you still love me in the morning?” You’re retreating, going back behind that big brick wall. As much as Eddie wants to scream and shout for you to stop hiding, he knows that the storm within is at bay, at least for now. So he lets you retreat, lets you rest knowing he’ll be back hammering, no matter how long it takes.

“Always,” It’s hushed, quiet like the small flurries that fall outside of the window. Plump lips meeting the top of your head. Eddie knows he’s not getting any more out of you, both too winded and tired from the events tonight.

Cracks and fractures left behind from the people before him, it’s going to take time, he reminds himself. So many times you had told him it was best if he runs away, there’s too much damage and he deserves someone better. He thinks you’re wrong, you are someone better, you just can’t see it. You don’t see what he sees, the girl he fell in love with, he wishes you could because you’re the best thing that’s ever graced this fucked up planet. He’d plant you in front of the world’s biggest mirror if he had to, but he knows that you’d still only see half of what he does. So for now, he’ll keep reminding you until he’s blue in the face. Always.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things au #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x female reader

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call-me-a-simp · 1 year

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Heal My Wounds

The Call (Part 5)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

You both wake up to an incoming call on your phone. It's an unknown number and since you blocked your ex-boyfriend you're scared he just got a new phone to terrorize you with.

"Don't you wanna answer that" Rhea groans, she didn't like being waken so early after being up almost half of the night.

"N-no I can't" you whisper, arms wrapped around your knees drawn to your chest, whipping back and forth.

"I'm scared Rhea, what if it's him?" tears start to form in your eyes. Demi finally turns around and sits up. "Hey it's okay, calm down" she comforts you, rubbing your back.

"Let's answer it together" Rhea says and presses the green button on your phone. "Hello?" she says.

"Who is this, where's y/n?" a dark male voice replies.

"This is Demi, a friend of hers" A friend. You don't know what it is but her words trigger a feeling in you that you can't exactly describe.

"Can I talk to y/n?" he sounds pretty annoyed.

Rhea looks at you and you frantically shake your head no.

"Sorry you can't, what can I do for you?" Rhea says.

"Why not"

"Uh.. She showering right now" Demi lies.

"Then I'll call back when she's done" The man says angrily and hangs up.

It's silent for a moment before Rhea decides to speak again. "Was that him?" you just nod, tears silently running down your cheeks.

Demi notices and pulls you into a hug. "It's ok darling, I won't let him hurt you again" she says, stroking your arm. Darling. Why does she say that, you're not a couple, you think.

"It's my day off, if you want we can stay in bed and cuddle whilst watching a film or something."

"That would be great" you respond.

Rhea lays down on her back and you snuggle up to her, letting your head rest on her chest. She puts an arm around you drawing patterns all over it.

"What movie would you like to see?"

"Do you know (insert favorite movie)?" you ask. "No I don't but it sounds interesting. Let's see... Ah there it is" she hits play and eventually you both fall back to sleep.

Juuust to wake up to an incoming call again. "Oh shut the fuck up! Really?!" you laugh at how pissed Rhea is. She smacks your shoulder in a playful manner and reaches over to grab your phone again.

"Don't worry, we'll do it together" she says reassuringly and grabs your hand.

"Hello?"

"Hey it's Demi again, what can I do for you?"

"She still showering?" he's clearly annoyed.

"No, she's next to me listening. You're on speaker."

He groans "Then why can't she answer herself?!"

As none of you responds he continues "Listen you little brat, you're either coming back to me right now or tell me where the fuck you are and I'll get you!"

You tense up and Rhea releases your hand to put her arm around you.

"She definitely won't do that considering what you've done to her"

"What I've done to her? She was the one who manipulated and took advantage of me, I just defended myself!" he argued.

"Listen. I don't know everything that happened, at least not yet, but from what I know that wasn't just self defense. You beat her up and raped her multiple times. You're lucky I didn't call the police yet!" Rhea snaps back.

"Whatever. Y/n get the fuck away from this psycho, she's not good for you, and come back to me."

"N-no" you dare to say now that you feel safe and protected by Rhea.

"Oh you're gonna regret this you little brat! Wait till I find out where you are and I'm gonna make the rest of your life a living hell!" she shouts.

Before he could say anything else Rhea ends the call and blocks the number. "What an idiot.." she scoffs putting the phone away again.

"Hey, you did great! I'm proud of you for finally standing up against him." A smile tuggs on your lips as she says so. "Come on, let's get breakfast, I'm hungry" Rhea says and gets up.

You walk into the kitchen and help her make some scrumbeled eggs together with bacon and toast.

You sit down to eat together. While Demi is focused on her food you take a second to look at her. How comes you never noticed how good she looks?

Demi notices you're staring at her and looks up. She smiles at you and you blush and quickly look away, making her laugh.

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Part 5 of my series Heal My Wounds as always, leave your suggestions, wishes and so on in the comments :)

Taglist: @thatonepansexual2000

#rhea ripley #wrestling #demi bennett #rhea ripley x reader #wwe x reader #rapevictim #phone calls #death threats #threats of violence #ex boyfriend #cry of fear #fear #breakfast #scrambled eggs #bacon and eggs #toast #weird feeling

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moony i just had a thought

farmer!sevika coming home close to sunset after going into town for some shopping/business, and when she comes home she can't find you anywhere. she's checked the garden, the flowers you typically tend, the den, the kitchen, the backyard, so naturally she goes to the second floor of your home. you're not in your bedroom, and she's puzzled, until she hears the water running in the shower and she can hear you singing in there and it just warms her heart. you, her precious wife, safe and happy in the beautiful home you've built together, and it just makes her so happy that THIS is her life.

oh baby you know the way to my heart. also sorry it took a sec to get to this, I've been so busy this weekend and im only gonna get busier bc it's officially finals season in about a week but bc I'm an English and history girl, I have to start Now </3

But yes!! I imagine she got you a lil something when she was out, like some soda water for your fizzy lil drinks, some floral jam from some of the other farmers, maybe a new book, etc. etc. She loves bringing you lil gifts from her trips to town, absolutely adores the way your face lights up everything she hands you a gift. She also knows it's less about the actual gift than the fact that she thought of You and decided to buy you something just because <3

She's pulls up to the house and hops out the truck, and usually you greet her at the porch when she comes home, but not this time and she's like??? uh?? hello???

So she heads into the house and she literally can't find you on the ground floor, and she also knows you wouldn't be out on the farm right now, so she goes upstairs.

As she's heading up, she zones in on the sound of the shower and immediately relaxes. Sevika, the sweet but very worried woman that she is, always gets anxious when she can't find you quickly, scared that you'll get hurt if she's not there to protect you </3 but I digress <3

She walks into the bedroom, depositing the gifts on your pretty lil vanity when she hears you singing. She honestly doesn't care if you are or aren't a singer, she thinks you sound beautiful as ever, singing along to Dolly Parton's "I Really Got The Feeling". Sevika pauses, standing in the middle of the room, heart thumping out of her chest because all of the sudden she's hit with just this wave of love and happiness and warmth.

It's hits her all at once, this is your guys' home. She has a home, not just a house, a home.

She is safe and warm and her wife is singing in their shower in their bathroom in their home on their farm. It hits her that she is no longer that angry and mean girl from the city, the one who with no family, no actual friends, a freezing cold one bedroom apartment and a rotating cycle of meaningless hookups. It's been Years since then, and she's somehow made it here, to a woman who loves her more than anything and a farm that they revived.

It feels like a homecoming, this one inconsequential moment after a trip to town. It makes it all feel so real, and Sevika, terrifyingly, feels herself tearing up. She's gotten more used to crying since she met you, but it still catches her off guard. She feels one slip down and she sniffles, making her way to the bathroom and stripping her clothes off bit by bit, determined to show you how much she loves you.

ok this made me so weirdly emotional??? hello???? farmer sevika lore for y'all, also I'm thinking about making separate master lists for each au? bc I feel like they're all getting jumbled </3 does that sound good to y'all?

#jj baby 💚#arcane sevika #sevika x reader #sevika fluff #sevika x reader fluff #farmer!sevika

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 2 years

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My world

SUMMARY: Can you make a joe quinn one where they are dating since shooting season 4 and now they have interviews of the sesson together reader has been in it since the 1st season and in the interview he getd asked how he fell in love and what he loves about the reader and he gives such a sweet kind of speech and the reader didnt know he thought so and when they are at their hotel cause theh are in Brazil its all sweet and they make love? ^^ SMUT

WARNING: cute speech, NSFW, intercourse, unprotected sex, slight oral.. yeah

I'm reposting this + masterlist coming soon

You woke up with a soft groan. A yawn fell from your mouth as you stretched- well tried to. You frowned feeling something heavy against your lower body. You opened your eyes looking down to see your boyfriend, Joseph passed out on top of you. His face was buried in your tummy and arms around your waist. Your laughed slightly as you listened to his light snores. You knew he was exhausted especially after your long flight here to Brazil. You both have been working non stop for press tour for Stranger Things. Even though it could get a little overwhelming at times at least you had each other.

“Joseph.” You shook him lightly trying to wake up. A grunt fell from the man's mouth as he started moving around. “Baby, can you get off my legs. They're going numb now.”

Another groan fell from Joseph lips. He heard you loud and clear and rolled off of you. But you weren't out of his grip yet. His arms circled your waist pulling you into him.

“Joseph!” You said with a laugh. With his eyes still closed due to sleep he grunted a ‘what’

“we need to get up and ready. We have work to do.”

Joseph sighed out, “fine.” he stretched and yawned while you removed yourself from the bed. You walked into the bathroom and grabbed your toothbrush starting to brush your teeth. A few minutes went by before Joseph joined you. He walked in and kissed your temple before grabbing his own toothbrush.

“you ready to see your fans?” You asked turning to him. He nodded his head before spitting in the sink. “Never be more ready. Kinda crazy have so many people love me.”

You smiled. “Yeah, it's amazing to see people love you.” you kissed your boyfriend on the cheek. “Now I'm going to take a shower and get ready then we can go.”

♡︎

You and Joseph got ready within an hour. After a quick breakfast you made your way to the meet up. While there you watched as Joseph greeted his fans. You could help but feel so happy for him. Greeting fans for you was nothing new but for him it was big. This was his breakthrough role and he was finally getting the recognization he deserved. Seeing all this overwhelming support mad him so happy and it also made you happy knowing this was what he wanted the day he started filming with you guys.

You took some pictures talked to some fans, all before it was time for the interviews.

You took a seat in the chair that was in between Joseph's and Jamie's. The interviewer started asking simple questions about the show to which you three answered normally. It was towards the end when they asked about your relationship.

“so Joseph, we know you and y/n have been dating for a little bit. Tell us how did this start?”

Joseph turned to you and smirked.

“you know I wasn't planning to fall in love with anyone, but I met her and you know everything thing changed. For starters she's the most kindest and sweetest person I've ever met. The first day on set she made me feel welcomed more than anyone and that continued while we were filming. I realized I liked her and I asked her out and she surprisingly said yes. Every day after that has been amazing.” Joseph sighed as he softly smiled. “god, She's everything I dreamed for. the prettiest smile, the prettiest voice, my biggest supporter, best advice giver. She Has the most gentle soul ever. She's the sunshine to my life even on bad days. She's my world, my everything. I can't wait to spend many more years with this very beautiful woman.” Joseph turned to you and smile softly at you, he grabbed your hand and laid a kiss on it.

Jamie and the interviewer awed at you two. It was sure to get more aw(s) when it hit the internet the next day that was for sure.

After your interview you and Joseph went to a party with Jamie. It was great, Nice even but really you want to go back to the hotel to talk to Joe. His words were stuck in your mind like glue. He has told you numerous times how much he loved and appreciated you, but never to that extent. It gave you butterflies just thinking about what he had said to you.

The long work day drew to a close soon and you were happy. As you walked back into your hotel room the first thing you did was hug Joseph. He was caught off guard but he wrapped his arms around you too. “You ok?”

You smiled at his concern and pulled away. “Yeah, I'm fine. It's just those words you said about me earlier made me get butterflies.”

Joseph smirked “Really?”

You nodded, “yeah really.” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him so that you both were barely an inch away. “ you're my everything too.”

You kissed Joseph hard. He held your waist as you both made out. After a minute he pulled away. “Jump.” He whispered against your lips. You did as he said and wrapped your legs around his waist. You both started kissing again as he walked over to the bed.

Your back hit the mattress as he sat you down. Joseph lips moved down to your neck, he placed rough kisses that were sure to leave hickeys. You moaned running your fingers through his hair. Joseph lifted his head, he smirked at you before kissing your lips again. You started to unbutton his shirt the best that he could. When you reached the last button he pulled away and removed the white shirt from his body.

You took your opportunity to take off your shirt. When your shirt was thrown on the floor, Joseph's hands were already pulling at your bra. You giggled as you help take it off. “Needy aren't you?”

He rolled his eyes but the smirk on his face told you he was.

The bra was tossed to the floor where all of your other clothes were. Joseph hand went to your boob, he squeezed the flesh, pinching your perky nipple that grew hard from being exposed. You softly grunted and looked up at him.

“God, I just wanna be inside of you.” Joseph grunted. His soft brown eyes shut as he started unbuckled his pants, pushing them down his leg. You did the same, removing your pants and panties until you were completely bare in front of him. In front of each other.

Joseph looked down at your body as he stroked himself. He's seen it a million times before this but you always amazed him at your beauty.

“So fucking beautiful.” His accent was thick as his lust grow. You opened your legs wide making him scoot in between them. you needed him in you badly. You practically ached for him to fill you up.

Joseph held onto your left thigh as he pushed himself into you. Your bodies connected with one another. In union both your moans filled the room.

Your walls, warm and wet coated Joseph's length making him twitch in you. You were always so tight and warm. After a good 30 seconds of recovering Joseph finally moved in you.

A moan escaped your lips as he slowly moved out of you and slammed right back in. His pace went from slow to fast in no time. You sobbed out a moan with the actions that were taking place. Your eyes were torn between watching Joseph enter you and his eyes.

“this my pussy?” Joseph said his words scattered as he pounded into you. You nodded your head.

“no, use your words. Is this mine huh?”

A shiver ran down your spine making you moan. Your stomach was slowly tightening. “Yes, it-.. it's yours.”

Joseph grunted, “good girl. Fuck!”

Joseph hips snapped into you making you wail out. He knew you were close from the way you tighten around him. “You going to cum?” He asked looking down at you. “Yes.” you cried out gripping the sheets underneath you.

Joseph hand went down to the bundle of nerves and began circling at it“Cum!”

You came like he said. Your body shook undet

Joseph didn't cum instead he pulled out of you. You looked at him, “why didn't you cum?”

“this isn't about me.” Joseph lowered himself on the bed to between your legs. “i gotta show you how much I love you.” He kissed your thigh as he looked up at you. “Now relax, I'm going to get a few orgasms from you before this night ends.”

Before you could say a word his mouth was on your pussy. You shuttered bringing your hands to his hair. Let's just say Joseph did show you how much he loves you that night.

#Joseph Quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn fluff #eddie munson smut #Eddie munson x reader #stranger things #Joseph Quinn

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elejah-wonderland · 5 months

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_elejah au

Love is in the Air

_a tvd fanfic_Part 2

a/n: I am already in Valentine's Day mood...hence this story...lol

Hope you'll enjoy it.

It's a light-hearted love story.

xoxo

Like clockwork, Elena was up at six and showered quickly, underwent her morning beauty regime, and packed most of her casual clothing. She then looked at the book and picking it up from the night stand. "All right, Elijah Mikaelson or Smith, whatever you like to call yourself nowadays. Hope you can write as good as you can dance."

She then whipped the book in the suitcase. Though they had met just this once so many years ago in Mystic Falls, this man left a mark, though she had only met him for the day.

She now took her phone and called Jo.

"Yes, I am at cafe acriss road. I thought you'd sleep a bit linger" Jo said as she picked up the call.

"I just want to get out of here. Ok. I will see you in five." Elena said before she hung up.

She now picked up her bag, slipping her phone in and looked around to check once more if she had everything.

"Ok. I think that's it." the brunette muttered to herself and then rolling her suitcase behind her, she got out.

In New York, Elijah finished getting dressed and walked out of his apartment rolling his suitcase behind him. In the taxi cab to J. F. K Airport, he fumbled with his phone, opening Elena's instagram. He looked at her picture she had posted about the last day of her movie shoot. He looked at her photo, transfixed, his mind travelling back to the night after his sister's college designer debu night.

Flashback

"Dance?" - Elijah said as he came up to Elena, who had just waved bye to her friend Caroline, scampering away with her boyfriend.

"What?" Elena looked surprised at this question without innuendos.

"Would you like to dance? Unless you don't dance - well, can I buy you a drink? I feel that this morning I intruded on you -"

"Yes, I'd like to dance" Elena now cut in mid-sentence.

The band played the Kings of Leon's 'Closer' as Elijah's hand slid around the brunettes back, taking her hand in his, smoothly sway and turn to the rhythm of the song. He found himself lost in a gaze as their eyes met. Elijah smiled at Elena, who smiled shyly at him. Rhythm of their bodies danced slowly with the music. He twirled her around, dipping her as he had lean forward closer to her at one moment. Staring at the beauty before him, his breathing became shallow and his heart had suddenly felt vivacious inside his chest.

Stranded in this spooky town

Stoplight is swaying and the phone lines are down

Floor is crackling cold

She took my heart, I think she took my soul

With the moon I run

Far from the carnage of the fiery sun

...

Over the years, every time he had heard this song, he remembered that one moment. Like the song said it felt like this woman took his heart and his soul, as that same heart of his was like a ghost ever since that evening.

Elijah swiped the phone closed. He took a note book out, and wrote a few notes for his new book.

Flashback

Two years back

"Who is Angel really?" Camille, Elijah's editor asked as she sat down on her desk chair.

"No one particular. I've just invented a character." Elijah fibbed. He knew all too well, who the heroine was.

"The book is amazing and it is going to print immediately. This will be a smash. It has everything, suspense, mystery, erotica. I am amazed that you have not thought of historical genre before." the blonde said.

"I thought that everyone is into murder mysteries." Elijah said.

"Well, your series of CSI detective Ross, was gripping, but this one will make it into a block-buster."

"All right. If you say so."- Elijah said and continued-"Is there anything else you need."

"I will talk to Gia about the whole promotion thing - well, you know it all"

"Yeah." Elijah nodded and got up.

"Erm- I just wanted to say sorry about your divorce."

"Thank you- but - it's not a big deal - Hayley and I had already separated - just didn't post it on any of tge social media." Elijah said.

"I know - but I thought that maybe you will get back together." Camille said.

"No. We've actually never really been compatible - it just took me a long time to realize that." Elijah said and turned the subject around to ask about if he would have a meeting with Gia.

"I'll call you when I speak to her." Camille said.

In Florence, Italy

"A fiat 500" Elena said as Jo now handed her the key cars over.

"You're apartment is in the old part of Rome, and the roads are quite narrow, and trust me you will be grateful to have such a small car."

"Oh - I love it. It's perfect. I want the ultimate Italian experience. Thank you." Elena said smiling."I hope it's red"

"It's a red one - yes. I don't know why the rented car always has to be red"

"It's to do with ladybugs - and good luck," Elena explained, and now sipped down the rest of her cappuccino,"ok- I am so ready. Can I ask you one last favour?"

"What?"

"A week without any phone calls and - about this new movie - I'd like to put money in it " Elena said.

"You want to co-produce it?" Jo said a tad bit surprised.

"I read the reviews and - the prologue - I have a feeling this will be huge."

"You got it. Right. Have a great time- and I hope you really enjoy yourself. And don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Elena raised and eyebrow at her friend as to say Please- do I ever do anything that is crazy?! And Jo nodded a little with a chuckle. The two women now hugged and Elena went away.

Though she had travelled extensive through Europe, visiting France and Paris numerous times, as well as Spain, and Portugal, the Netherlands, Belgium, Denmark, Iceland, Greece, also North Italy, somehow she had never had the time or moment to go to the eternal city. And since her college days in Mystic Falls, she was forever pumped up to go to the heart of the most romantic places on the planet. There was one more thing that had a particular reason she wanted to see it. Being a huge fan of vintage movies, she admired the most divine actresses the big screen had ever seen. It was Audrey Hepburn. She had even played Holly Golightly on London's West End.

Three hours later, after a steady drive down from Florence, she arrived. Already, as she drove in, the whole feel of the busy city, it's ancient vibe, made her feel like she entered a world where old met new. Unlike any other places, this one gave her a jolt of adrenaline in the tired and somewhat weary soul of hers.

Flashback

A year ago

Paris, France

"Here is to me - lucky in everything but love." Elena said and sipped down the champagne.

"Oh, come on, 'Lena" Caroline said, "Kaleb is the one - you should just so go for it. I mean he is the sweetest."

"Yes, he is sweet and lovely - but -huh- I don't feel - you know the fire - like I did with Elijah Oh, God - and we have just danced- we didn't even kiss"

"You are forever thinking of p 'EM dance thing' - God, Lena that was a thousand years ago -will you forever compare all the guys to something that never happened." Caroline shook her head.

"I need more Champagne" Elena said and waved to the waiter to bring her another glass.

"You have this dream-like thing in your head about this - and you have to stop it."

"Says you, who talks nothing about how love is fire and walking on clouds." Elena reminded her friend about her own views about love, romance and couples.

"Touché," Caroline now said,"but, seriously, Lena - you had this one dance- he left and he most probably never thought twice about it. Have you forgotten that Rebekah told me that he got married a year later."

"Yes. I didn't say that I pine after him or think what if - I am just saying that - Oh, God - I am actually thinking what if, aren't I?" Elena sighed, her eyes shining as if she finally had an epiphany.

"Yep. What if - Rebekah didn't pull him away, and what if - the next day you were not offered the role that kick started your whole career- and you jetted off to L.A. - what if - what if - but you can't live with what ifs." Caroline said.

"I know. Ok. Today is the day that I will officially forget the 'EM dance thing'" Elena said, but her heart fibbed.

Now, she walked into the apartment on the last floor. It was a cute, quaint little apartment. It was exactly what she wanted. She put her case down and went out on the little terrace, her gaze smiling at the sun dancing on the rooftops of the bustling city. Refreshing herself a bit, a minute later, she was out, and lost herself in the cobble-stoned labyrinth.

Meanwhile in Stefan Salvatore's Apartment

Elijah's phone rang and he picked it up from the nightstand, "Hello"

"Hey," Stefan said,"sorry - you're still asleep?"

"Hey- ah, I am- well - so jet-legged- and I worked when I got here - already got two chapters down," Elijah replied rubbing his eyes,"what time is it?"

"8 p.m." Stefan said, adding,"go back to sleep. We can talk tomorrow."

"No. Need to get up. Anyway - all is good. How are you?"

"We are fine. Damon says hi. If you have time pop to Amsterdam one weekend, you are more than welcome" Stefan said.

"Yeah- I'll do that. Thank you so much for this. It's not that I could not afford an apartment, but -"

"I know, you wanted a home-like feel, and I told you that it's not a problem. We are best friends - and stop thanking me. Ok. I got to go. Talk in a couple of days - a friend of mine, Stella has managed to get you to the Roman Historical Institution, to the archives that are closed to the public. She will give you a call."

"OMG- thank you." Elijah moved to the terrace.

"Hey- seriously, you don't need to thank me" Stefan said.

"Right. Say hi to everyone and we'll talk later. I need a pizza and a good glass of red."

"Down the street in Campo di Fiore, there is a great old-new bar, I can recommend. I don't know if you remember it - it had that Audrey Hepburn poster on the wall" Stefan reminded his friend.

"Yes, I do. Why do you say new bar?"

"The old guy died and his son redesigned it a bit, but it is still the same place, food is still good and the wine is even better." Stefan explained.

"I will definitely check it out."

And with that their conversation ended, both hanging up.

Elijah showered and changed. As he said, he was ready for something to eat, and he made his way down to the bar, he and Stefan hung out so often when he came to visit right after his separation, two years back.

The streets of the old part were bustling and though it had rained a tad bit, everything still looked so sparkly and inviting, with dancing cobbles under the feet, made Elijah feel like he was at home already, like there was an everlasting theatre on display as he walked through the labyrinth of the ancient streets.

And in his head he was writing out scenes for his book.

Plunging into the bar the next moment, with his imagination in full flow of the next chapter, his eyes, and his heart stopped still as they descended on Elena sitting by the large window.

_to be continued

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AITA for Accidentally RUINING Multiple Women's Lives with my HUGE Kraken Cock?

Hi, people of Reddit. I often trawl this subreddit wondering if the people on here would be sympathetic to my plight, endlessly scrolling to see if anyone else has been in similar situations. After seeing a reply to a post about a woman cheated on by the real Glamrock Freddy Fazbear from Five Nights At Freddy's, I realised that perhaps I do not have to carry this burden alone. So, I guess, here goes nothing. Or maybe everything. Who knows.

I (18F) have often been told how large my green scaly kraken cock is by women during sexual encounters. It gets me lots of fans- as of right now, 7:03AM on April 14th, 2024 I have slept with a total of 1,876 ladies, with 183 regulars who keep coming back for more. It does start to get tiring- after a while, the scales of my cock tend to lose their shine and it's hard to polish them when I have about three women trying to hop on and have their way with me every hour. However, I understand that I am doing a service to the community and so l do not mind making these sacrifices.

Lately though I've noticed a change in about 74 of my regulars. They started trying to visit me more and more, turning up to my house at all hours of the night screaming my name and terrorising my neighbours by throwing large hand grenades through their windows to get my attention. Recently, my elderly neighbour Sheila was hit by one of the aforementioned grenades and exploded on the spot. Rest in peace, Sheila. I have tried to reason with these women, telling them that pulling down my trousers in the middle of poor Sheila's funeral to reveal my huge green scaly kraken cock during the service is inappropriate, even if I did agree to rendezvous after the service. Truly, I was getting concerned. It seemed as if these women were addicted to my huge green scaly kraken cock, lusting after it like a fix of the latest new street drug that would make their lives feel complete.

Yesterday however, things took an interesting turn. The 74 ladies showed up at my door with a petition. The title read "Give Us Our Lives Back!" They claimed that my huge green scaly kraken cock has destroyed every aspect of their lives. They no longer go to work, feed their children or even shower. They spend every waking moment consumed by the idea of hopping back on my huge green scaly kraken cock, some of them going so far as to look up pictures of it on the internet whilst their children wander the streets looking for chocolate milk to sustain themselves. The women were angry and demanded that I do something to ease their addiction, but all I could offer them was a glimpse of my huge green scaly kraken cock before I had to go run errands (buying polish for my kraken cock's scales) which they all gratefully accepted. One of them even burst into tears of gratitude and relief then and there.

So, people of Reddit, I guess my question is: AlTA for ruining these women's lives? Truly, it was never my intention to get them hooked on my huge green scaly kraken cock, but clearly it has happened and now these poor mothers and wives have no livelihood and cannot feed their families, all because of my rather special and unique appendage. Is it my fault? Or do you think by consenting to these encounters, the women chose their own fate? I would really appreciate some clarity on this matter. Many thanks in advance.

This is quite the query— however, you shouldn’t let these many women be the control of your life, you are in charge. If these women are far too much- then you must express that to them immediately! Allowing them to do such things to you is heinous, and I will go to mass and pray for your uprising.

Safe travels,

Silly Masc 💋

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Y'know, I Knew a Guy Like You.

Pt. 1: "Meeting"

Eddie x Y/N (but Y/N talks like Theo Von)

Author's note: I have no idea where this will go. I don't plan on making it smutty, but I've never been opposed to it. I'm going to reference Theo Von's stand up and also just general odd goings ons I've witnessed, caused, or been a part of as a borderline-trailer-trash woman of the deep south. Not everything I mention is true, but most of it is. 💀

I kinda want this story to be interactive, so feel free to submit suggestions and shit for them to get into.

Trigger Warnings: Drug Use!!! Drinking, General Bafoonery, Crime!

(The thing about Tom Cruise and the crack is true. I was in 5th grade with her, but it wasn't Tom Cruise, it was the Jonas Brothers. 💀)

It's been about a week since you up and left your small hometown in the furthest corner of the bible belt you could stand to live in. You weren't really made for big cities, so you decide to cut halfway across the country and plant some new roots in Indiana.

You're not some fuckin' high roller, you didn't come out here with a job, let alone the ability to live somewhere by yourself. You met your now-roommate over two years ago at a Heart concert. Her name is Robin. The two of you made plans to move in together last spring and after a few failed attempts, Robin finally found a small house off to itself with two large bedrooms. She's been giving you time to get settled in, but now she's starting to pester you about coming out with her friends.

"Come on, you have to meet Steve at least," she clings to your arm, ever-comfortable after the years of sending letters back and forth as often as possible.

"Steve the one with the hair like a uh, like a fuckin' mess?"

"Yeah, that one."

"I don't about, Rob. It sounds like I might bully him probably." You shrug as if you feel genuinely sympathetic at the fact that you'll be mean to this person you've never met.

"That's all I do. Come out with us tonight, pleaseeeee!" Robin releases a pleading wail and much to her satisfaction, it works.

"Oh my god, fine! Lower your voice, dude. You're gonna get up both killed."

"What?" Robin furrows her brow.

"The not deer."

"Okay, I'm not doing this with you again." She stands and makes her way over to her room. "I'm gonna shower and get ready, don't bail on me."

"Like you bailed on me when I sent that turtle in the mail?"

"Y/N, it did not arrive alive. It was dead and wet." Robin's eyebrows upturn as she recalls opening the rancid package.

"Yeah, I didn't uh, didn't think of that..." Your voice trails off as you remember the day you placed a turtle into a box and mailed it to Robin. It was never alive, you found it dead. It never occurred to you that she believed it was supposed to be alive. "They told us in grade school that the police had to open incriminating packages and to not try to send our parent's methamphetamines in the mail to Tom Cruise because a girl in my town did that and her dad went to jail."

She stares at you in silence for a second.

"You thought the cops were gonna intercept your turtle?" Robin sighs.

"Yeah, thought the pigs would have to deal with it." You still don't plan to explain the full story to her.

Robin disappears to get ready and you finally decide to rise from the couch and get dressed. A few moments of staring into the mirror and you finally start to feel like your face belongs there. A new place and such a big move seem to have you a bit more on edge than usual. You make your way back to the living room you share with your friend and she emerges from her room just seconds later.

"You look great!" She beams.

"I fixed the stains in this shirt with a tie dye." You point to the spots that now blend into the grey and black dyes swirling your shirt.

"You fixed the stains with more stains."

"You're a smart lady, Rob. I like it." Your words make Robin blush. Though her feelings for you are platonic, she had a pretty big crush on you when you first met. The distance and meeting Vickie simmered it down into a casual friendship.

The two of you get into your car and she gives you directions to Steve's parent's house. Robin tells you about the pool and the huge living room. She mentions some friends from California are coming to visit and how you'll really like them.

"You said it was just the whore."

"He is not- well... okay, look. Please don't say that when we get here."

"It's not a bad thing to be a whore. Everybody got something, he got that."

"I think I regret doing this," She jokes.

"Me too," you smirk as you swing the door open and step out of the car.

The two of you walk into the large, well-kept abode and Steve meets you both in the foyer.

"Y/N, Steve." Robin introduces the two of you before running off to find the others.

"Hey! You're Robin's friend from-"

"Yeah, that one." You cut him off in the name of regional ambiguity.

"Well, everyone's this way." Steve starts through the foyer and into the living room that connects to the backyard via two large sliding glass doors. You look around for a moment, taking in the luxurious home. You're more used to a double wide on a dirt road at a dead end, but this was nice.

You become distracted by something hanging on the wall. Nancy and Robin are deep in conversation while Steve disappears into the kitchen. There are people outside, but you're not sure who they are, so you don't go exploring. You continue to stare intently at the frame on the wall.

"They're my grandad's war medals." Steve appears behind you suddenly, causing you to jump.

"I knew a guy back home that had some of these all over his wife beater. He'd pick up, like with his arms, any kid he could catch and threaten to chew on 'em."

"What?" Steve looks down at the beer in his hand he brought to offer you and wonders if you even need it.

"It was fine, he didn't have teeth anyway. Dunno what the fucker was on about, most days."

"What are you saying?" Steve squints his eyes as if it'll help him hear or understand you better.

"You promised you wouldn't do this!" Robin scolds you playfully from the couch. Nancy, who has yet to speak to you at all, stares with a certain hint of distaste.

"His name was Clayman. You think we'd call him Clay, but we all called him Man." You finish your story quickly and turn to face Robin. You notice a new person standing in the sliding doorway, though you aren't sure how long he's been there.

"Uh, Rob, are you smoking with us?" The curly-haired man gestures over his shoulder to the other strangers outside. Robin springs up from the couch, but quickly turns an apologetic look to Nancy.

"I'm sorry, Nance. Give me 20 minutes," she grins stupidly and turns to you. "Y/N, come on!" You don't hesitate to go where the drugs go, a gift and a curse. Or whatever.

"Whoa, man. Who's this?" A brightly dressed man with long, straight hair smiles and waves at you after asking.

"Guys, this is Y/N. We met at that concert in-"

"It was a good show- a really good one. A feature, if you will." You smile brightly, interrupting for continuity's sake. Hey, that's just the same joke as last time. You nod as you're listening to them introduce themselves. The brightly dressed man is Argyle, Johnathan is the quiet one, and the curly-haired guy is Eddie.

"We were just talking about if Bigfoot is real or not. What do you two think?" Argyle, less awkward than Johnathan and louder than Eddie, takes the floor.

"I'm not convinced." Robin states, flat out.

"Hell yeah, he's real. I knew a guy back home that used to disappear for weeks on end and when he came back he had an entire Hefty bag of hair. It was all the same hair. It all came from one guy."

"What if it came from a bunch of the same kind of animal?" Johnathan promptly pokes a hole in the theory.

"Man, you find an alpaca with that curl pattern, you call me."

"Well, what about when everyone was claiming they saw the ghost of that kid that god stomped to death by a deer?" Eddie asks, a little too casually.

"Hey dude, what the fuck?" You ask with a shocked smile, in disbelief at the blase manner he's mentioning this grisly death.

"He really did. They kept telling him to leave it alone," he explains.

"That definitely was not a deer." You straighten your posture as if something is about to happen.

"No!" Robin demands, but her yells fall on deaf ears.

"Then what was it?"

"A not deer."

"Don't get her started!" Robin.

"What's a 'not deer'?" Eddie squints.

"It's not a fuckin' deer, I'll tell you that right now."

"You are. You are telling us right now." Argyle nods as if he's taking in important information.

The group takes turns hitting and passing the large, skillfully rolled joint. You notice that the only person with a tolerance like yours is Eddie. Even Argyle and Johnathan tap out before it's over. Robin had gone back to chat with Nancy a while ago.

You and Eddie are so deep in conversation, you don't notice Argyle and Johnathan wander inside to take shots with Steve.

"I had a grandma once that did a whole spoonful of heroin and then backflipped in place. God rest her soul." You recall the events like it was yesterday. "Yeah, she died like, an hour later."

"Oh." Eddie is stunned silent by the last sentence.

"Happens to everybody, I guess." You say, causing Eddie to think you mean doing heroin and a back flip. "But it's fine because the trash fire that afternoon turned blue for five whole minutes and uncle David swore it was Granny. Y'know? And that's God."

"You don't really strike me as the religious type." Eddie's struggling with the urge to laugh and genuine concern for where you came from.

"Oh, buddy. I'm not. It's just ingrained in my mannerisms now. You don't hold that many rattle snakes and deny Christ. Except I do because I got bit several times. They swore I was the Devil, but I think I just shook them snakes too hard."

Eddie, though wildly confused by you and this "culture" you seem to be from, is infatuated. Every story, every anecdote. He likes to try to imagine where the story is going before you finish, because anything he imagines couldn't ever be off the wall enough to compare to what you actually say.

"Y/N, you ready to head out?" Robin appears in the sliding glass doorway and smiles. It's only now that you and Eddie realize you've been sitting here talking for a few hours. You say your goodbyes, careful to linger a little longer on Eddie as you walk out with Robin. The moment you're both in the car, she glances at you knowingly.

"Eddie looks like he enjoyed getting to know you." She smirks.

"Yeah, I like him. You're friends are really nice. He didn't even flinch when I told him about Granny."

"... You should.... You should stop telling people about your Granny."

"Nope."

"So, the whole metal head thing is doing it for ya, huh?" Robin beams as she returns the conversation to Eddie.

"Yeah, I like my men kinda ugly. Like I like a dude that looks like a balled up napkin. I want the skrunkliest motherfucker I can find."

"Wow, incredible. And Eddie reads that way to you?" Robin can't wait to relay your description back to Steve and Eddie.

"A real dime, I thought." You smile pleasantly. "When are we all getting together again?"

"As soon as you stop telling people about 'not deer.'"

"You have got to stop dimming my light, Robin. I swear to God."

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